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FOX'S WEDDING, PART 19

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: It's your big day, the wedding day. Kyojuro and you finally become husband and wife and you celebrate your new status as a married couple in your own hotel room.

Warnings: SMUT HALFWAY DOWN

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU, Kitsune Shinjuro, Kitsune Ruka, Slime Mitsuri, Papillion Shinobu, Alraune Kanae, Lizardman Obanai

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

It was finally here. The day of your wedding.

When you woke up you were feeling nervous, but also happy and excited. By the same time the next morning, you would be Miss Rengoku and married to the man or rather a fox of your dreams.

One tradition you and Kyojuro wanted to cling to was that you wouldn't see each other for a couple of days until your wedding. While Kyojuro stayed back at your shared home, you had gone to stay in the same hotel as your fiance's parents stayed during their stay. That way you could get ready in peace and didn't need to worry too much.

You ate a small breakfast at the hotel's morning buffet, not wanting to gorge yourself sick right at the start of the biggest and most important day in your whole life. After taking a bath, a hairdresser and makeup artist came and started to prepare you for your upcoming ceremony. While the hairdresser was blowdrying your hair, you almost missed how someone knocked on your door.

"Please come in, the door is unlocked!" You called and the door opened and your mother-in-law and own mother stepped into the room. You gasped when you saw your mother in a modest black yet pretty kimono. You asked the hairdresser to turn the hairdryer off for a second so you could speak with the two mothers.

"Mom!" You exclaimed and the said woman smiled as she looked down at the dark dress she was wearing, "How do I look?"

"You look great Mom!"

"See?" Ruka smiled at your mother, "I told you how you are beautiful."

"Thank you," Your mother nodded and you looked at her up and down, "How does it feel, wearing a kimono?"

"A little tight, but I suppose it should be that way?" She asked and Ruka, your fiance's mother nodded, "But not too tight, I hope?"

"Oh no, nothing I can't handle!" Your mother lifted her head proudly and you chuckled lightly. Ruka, chuckled a little also and turned her attention to you, "How are you feeling, my dear daughter-in-law? Nervous?"

"Very," You admitted with a small laugh, "I mean… Soon I'll be married to your son?"

"A fact that brings me great honor and even greater happiness." Ruka nodded and you blinked, "Wait, really?"

"Yes," She smiled, "You accepted my sons, taught them a lot, and made them both so happy, but especially my eldest. A mother's greatest joy is to see her children happy."

"It's true." Your mother turned to look at you, "My little girl, I haven't seen you this happy in years."

"Ah, I guess that is true?" You wondered, but who you were kidding? Your life before Kyojuro was just waiting for days, months, and even years to just pass you by. You were never really living to your fullest or enjoying life…

But that was before the Rengoku brothers came into your life and changed it. It was really true, Kyojuro had brought you so much joy and now you were doing to marry that source of joy.

"Uh, pardon…?"

You and the older women turned to look and the hairdresser and makeup artist looked at you, "Pardon us, but we must hurry now if you want to make it to the wedding venue?"

"Ah, yes!" You nodded as you sat back down and let the professionals use their magic and skills on you. While you were being prepared, your mother and Ruka sat aside to chat a little.

You tried to listen from afar what they were talking about, but the women tending your hair and face kept telling you how beautiful they were going to make you so you didn't really hear what your mother and mother-in-law talked about.

Soon, once you were done came the time for you to put on the beautiful white kimono set. Despite loving the traditional Japanese style, you had no real idea how to wear one so you happily let the professionals dress you.

"Wow…!"

"Oh my," You heard the women in the room gasp and you turned to look at your mother and Kyojuro's mother, "How do I look?"

"Beautiful," They both said as they motioned you to turn around and you did so and saw yourself in the mirror.

"Wow…!" You were stunned at the sight of you in the traditional white kimono. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful yet gracious. "Is that really me…?"

"You're beautiful," Ruka said and your mother smiled as she carefully wiped her eyes, "I might cry."

"Mom, if you cry then I will also!" You laughed a little and everyone smiled, knowing that the time to leave was there.

"It's time to go." Your mother said and you nodded as you turned to leave, but Ruka stopped you, "Please hold on."

You looked at the fox woman and she took out the white cowl called wataboshi and gently placed it over your head, "Now you're ready."

"Thank you," You nodded and the three of you left the hotel. You couldn't help but wonder where you were heading since the wedding venue had been a secret for you. You knew that the ceremony would be held with only you and Kyojuro and your closest family members, but the wedding party was open to your friends also.

"Do you know where the wedding is held?" You asked curiously and the two mothers smiled, "You will know soon."

You quirked a brow but didn't ask. The drive wasn't too bad, but you had no idea where you really were when the car finally stopped. The driver came to open the door for you and you stepped outside-!

"Holy-!" You gasped as you saw the red gate called Torii from the Japanese religion standing there, in the middle of the gorgeous park, surrounded by trees with yellow, orange, and red leaves. The whole place was honestly so beautiful.

"How…?"

"A wedding gift from me." Came a familiar voice and you turned around to see Mister Smith himself looking at you.

"Mister Smith!" You gasped and the man lowered his sunglasses enough to wink at you, "My, you look gorgeous, soon-to-be Miss Rengoku."

"How did you do this?" You were absolutely stunned and the man laughed as he pulled his glasses over his eyes again, "I pulled some strings I had to make this happen. Anything for our bond between Japan's extraspecies and Demihumans. Speaking of…"

"My beloved?"

You yelped as you turned around and saw Kyojuro standing there, in a traditional black kimono, looking at you with those gorgeous eyes of his wide open. You stared him right back with your own eyes, and by God, he was handsome. The two of you were so mesmerized by each other that you didn't notice your parents and brothers reunite.

"You look gorgeous." Kyojuro said with a smile and you nodded shyly, "And you look so handsome."

Honestly, you could have stared at each other for hours, if it wasn't for Mister Smith clearing his throat.

"Great, now, there is a photographer there ready to take portraits of you all before the ceremony starts!"

"Ah, yes!" You nodded and you and Kyojuro walked to each other. The urge to kiss your fiance was so strong, but you fought against the urge as hard as you could. Soon enough you would kiss each other last time as a couple and the first time as an actual married couple.

"Congratulations on your wedding. I knew you were meant for each other." The human agent smiled and you and your fiance smiled at him.

"Thank you, Mister Smith." Both you and Kyojuro thanked the man from the bottom of your hearts, "We wouldn't have met if it wasn't for you."

"Nah, it was all fate, you two." The man grinned as he fixed his sunglasses, "I just helped it a little, that's all."

Ah, such a modest and humble man. You and Kyojuro smiled as you went to get your pictures taken by the beautiful fall surroundings. You never liked having your pictures taken, but when the photographer showed you some of his pictures, you were taken aback by how good you looked standing next to this gorgeous Kitsune.

But the prettiest pictures were the ones where you looked at each other adoringly with such love in your eyes. You both had your pictures taken with your families before the ceremony time was closing in.

"Our ceremony starts soon," Kyojuro said and you nodded humbly, "It really does."

"Are you ready to become Miss Rengoku?" He asked with such an honest smile and you confessed happily, "I've never been this ready before in my life."

"Then, shall we go and get married?" The Kitsune asked, his smile growing huge and you returned his smile with one of your own as you offered your hand to him, "Take me there?"

Your fiance smiled wider as he gently took your hand and walked with you to the small temple reserved for your Japanese Shinto ceremony.

Your parents and brothers were already there, and you, Kyojuro, and your families were led to the temple by the Shinto priest and two shrine maidens that Mister Smith had asked to perform your ceremony, requested by your fiance's parents.

As you entered the small temple, your families split, your parents and brothers sitting on one side of the room and Kyojuro's parents and brother sitting on the other side.

You all started with the Purification Rite aka Shubatsu. Every attendance stood and bowed to be symbolically purified before they took seats… Except for you and Kyojuro.

The two of you stood in front of the shrine's altar as the priest announced the marriage of you and your fiance, and the guests got up and bowed again, just like Ruka had taught your family to do.

Just like your family, you tried your hardest to follow the traditions. You did as you had seen people do in the traditional Japanese wedding videos that Kyojuro had shown to you, following every step carefully and precisely.

It was time to do San-san-kudo where you and your fiance were offered small cups of sake. You raised the cup to your lips thrice but didn't drink the sake until the third time. You didn't like strong drinks so you tried your hardest not to grimace at the taste of pure strong sake.

The priest said something in Japanese that you didn't quite understand, but thanks to your practice, you knew what was going to happen. Kyojuro cleared his throat as he reached for his dark kimono's sleeve and pulled out his wedding vow. For some reason that you couldn't quite understand only he was required to write one.

"My beloved bride, I am so thankful that we met," He started calmly, "You accepted me and my brother without any distrust, you taught us so much and you loved us so much. Words can't begin to describe how much I love you, and how I adore you for being yourself."

You smiled silently and Kyojuro returned your smile, "You're my sun, my Goddess, and my beloved. Life without you would be like life without colors, boring and lifeless. With you in my life, all the colors are bright and cheerful and full of life."

Oh no, you felt your eyes sting and burn as tears rose to your eyes. Carefully, you wiped your eyes so you wouldn't ruin your makeup. You knew Kyojuro could be romantic but when did he become so poetic also?

"As we got to know each other, I knew we were meant for one another and here we are now, promising each other to one another for the rest of our lives… And I couldn't be happier."

He put the paper down and gently grasped your hands in his as he smiled, "So please accept my confession and take me as yours?"

Okay, maybe you shed one tear, but you quickly wiped off any evidence as you smiled and nodded, "That would be my honor."

After the vow, you moved on to presenting the Sakaki Branch, which was a ritual representing the safe end of the ceremony. You and Kyojuro got sakaki branches from the shrine maidens and you placed them on the altar before bowing twice and clapping twice.

Finally, it was time to exchange the rings you and Kyojuro had gotten for each other. The Kitsune was all smiles as he gently took your left hand and put the beautiful ring on your ring finger. You returned the gesture, taking his hand and putting the ring on his hand and finally, you were married.

It was time for your families to toast and the shrine maidens split, one serving sake for your side of the family while the other one served sake for Shinjuro and Ruka since Senjuro couldn't drink. Once everyone had their cups of sake, they took a sip and the ceremony was over.

"So?" Kyojuro smiled at you, "Are you ready to celebrate our marriage, my beloved wife?"

"Say that again," You grinned and his smile just grew, "My beloved wife."

"My loving husband," You said right back to him and Kyojuro looked like he could burst with joy. The two of you turned and left the shrine, your families following you to the cars that would take you to the location of your wedding party.

While you were on your way, you removed your cowl and let your husband see you without it. The fox's smile never wavered as he looked at you, his darling wife.

"You're beautiful," He said, and you smiled, "And you are handsome."

"May I kiss you?"

"Wait, you want our first kiss as a married couple to happen in the car?"

"True!" He nodded, "I want everyone to see how much I love you!"

"Aww…!"

He was such a cutie. Once you made it to the party place, a lovely lounge, your family and the rest of your guests aka friends were already there. The moment you stepped outside of the car your friends cheered and thanks to them you felt like you were a celebrity walking on the red carpet.

"Congratulations!" People cheered together and you and Kyojuro were all smiles as you looped your arm around his and you entered the lounge reserved only for your wedding party. Time seemed to fly by when you were by your husband's side. You had dinner and you noticed that everything you ate seemed to taste better when you heard Kyojuro shout TASTY after each bite of his roasted sweet potatoes.

There was an open bar, but you stayed away from that after remembering the small hangover you had after the night last week when you had been talking and drinking with your father-in-law. You took notice that the bar was barely used and that even Shinjuro was staying away from it.

Even if you didn't remember exactly what you were talking about, you liked to believe that the two of you had bonded that night when you talked.

After the dinner, you, your fiance, and the guests were ready to party!

You and Kyojuro started the party with your very first dance together as a married couple and the two of you couldn't take your eyes off each other as the gentle music played in the background. At the end of the song, the two of you shared your first kiss with each other as a married couple and people cheered for the two of you.

The party started and people were talking and getting to know each other and you couldn't be any happier.

"My, what a cute first kiss!" Came a familiar voice and you turned to see your best friends from the botanical garden.

"Kanae, and Shinobu!" You smiled as you made your way to greet your dear friends. The sisters smiled at you and bowed in respect.

"Congratulations our dear friend!" Kanae smiled and Shinobu nodded, "You're married now. How do you feel?"

"Honestly, like there are butterflies in my stomach," You laughed as you glanced at the Shinobu's beautiful butterfly wings. Your answer made the sisters chuckle.

"We are happy that you invited us to your wedding, even if you didn't need bridesmaids after all." Shinobu said and Kanae continued, "You look so good in that kimono. Pure as fresh snow."

"He he, thank you!" You were very happy to hear that from them, but then the look in the sisters' eyes changed and they leaned closer to whisper so no one else could hear you guys, "So, wedding night, right?"

"Any big plans?"

"Other than bananas?"

Oh my God, you were both horrified and so thankful that they had the modesty to lean close to say that so others wouldn't hear. You blushed as you covered your face, "Why did I ever tell you about that night?"

"Because we are best friends." The sisters smiled as they giggled, "But honestly, we are rooting for you."

"Me too!" Came a cheerful voice and you turned to see Mitsuri herself, the lovely and kind pink slime running at you.

"Mitsuri!" You smiled as the slime hugged you, oh God she was so soft, and you returned her hug. "You came!"

"Of course!" She smiled excitedly as she pulled away, "Thank you for the invite, it made me so happy!"

"I'm happy you came!" You nodded and someone cleared their throat. You turned to look and saw the white-scaled lizardman from the Zoo standing there behind the pink slime. That's when you remembered that Mitsuri and he were dating.

"Hi there," You greeted him, "It was Obanai, right?"

"I see Mitsuri has told you about us…" The lizardman mumbled as he glanced at his girlfriend, who was all smiles as she looked at her beloved. Her loving gaze reminded you so much of Kyojuro. You wondered if you looked as adorable as she did when you looked at your husband.

"Congratulations." Obanai nodded quietly as he turned to leave the conversation and Mitsuri followed after him, waving at you, "Congrats one more time!"

"Thank you, both of you!" You called after her and her quiet boyfriend before turning to talk with the Alraune and Papillion, who were both smiling.

"Young love," Kanae chuckled and Shinobu nodded, "So pure."

"It is," You nodded before you noticed movement from the corner of your eye and turned to see the husband of yours making his way to you.

"My beloved wife!" Kyojuro smiled as he stopped by your side and looked at the demihuman sisters, "You came! Marvelous!"

"We wouldn't have missed your wedding day no matter what," Shinobu said and her words made you and your beloved happy. You both thanked her and you turned to look at your dear husband, "How is everything?"

"Amazing, but I think it's time for us to cut the cake!"

"Already?" You raised your brow in a questioning manner, but Kyojuro's smile just widened.

"You see…" He leaned close to whisper to your ear, "I can't wait to make love to my beloved wife any longer than I have to."

You were so shocked by what you heard that it took a second or two for you to actually understand what he had just said, but you blushed furiously once you realized what he had said to you.

"My, cake time?" Kanae smiled and her sister nodded, "We are looking forward to it."

"Not as much as I am!" Kyojuro laughed as he wrapped his arm over your shoulders and started to walk with you to the center of the room where the three-layered cake was brought. It was an impressive cake with dark red candy flowers all around it and it was your favorite, chocolate flavored.

People were taking pictures as you and Kyojuro took the knife and together cut the very first piece out of the cake. You didn't smash the cake on each other's faces like some people did during their weddings, no, you kindly opened your mouths and carefully fed each other the cake.

It was absolutely delicious but you couldn't truly enjoy the cake's rich chocolaty flavor. Not when your mind was full of images of Kyojuro and you sharing the bed and doing things you hadn't done ever before…!

After the cake, everything was a blur to you. You talked with your family, got congratulated by your brothers and even Ruka told you how well you had followed the traditions. You understood everything told to you and everything you said back, but the time flew by quickly and before you noticed, you were in the car on your way to your honeymoon suite.

"My beloved wife, how are you feeling?" Kyojuro asked and you flinched, finally snapping out of your mind. You looked at him and smiled, "I'm… I'm not going to lie, but I feel nervous."

"I see," He nodded, "About what I said earlier?"

"Yes," You admitted and your husband smiled as he gently leaned down and kissed your temple, "Please do not fear my beloved, because I will not do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"I know and I trust you, you silly fox." You smiled as you took his hand and kissed the back of it, "I trust you and love you so much you don't even know."

"Enough to marry me," He grinned and you giggled, "Yes, and enough to show you just how much I love you."

Kyojuro's fox ears twitched, a sign he was feeling happy and he asked, "May I kiss you?"

"You don't need to even ask." You replied happily as the two of you leaned forward so your lips met in a simple but still loving kiss. You would have probably kissed more than that, but you were finally at the hotel where your suite was waiting for you… And what a gorgeous room it was.

The bed was huge, easily one of the biggest you've ever seen, and absolutely covered with rose petals. The windows were hidden behind dark red curtains and the bathroom had an enormous tub there, alongside so many different soaps and scents and such.

"Wow, this is easily one of the best hotel rooms I've been in." You were awed as you looked around and Kyojuro chuckled, "Only the best for the stunning wife!"

"Or perfect husband," You grinned as you made your way to your beloved and gently pressed the palms of your hands against his clothed chest, "Shall we get rid of these clothes?"

"Yes, my beloved!" Kyojuro helped you to undo many layers of the white kimono you were wearing and then you moved to remove his dark clothes. Finally, the two of you stood there in front of each other, only in your underwear.

God, Kyojuro looked gorgeous, his body was like a work of art. This was barely fair how good he looked when compared to you. You were fine with your body, but what about Kyojuro? Would he like-!

"You're gorgeous," He chased away all your fears and you smiled as you sat on the edge of the bed and patted the empty spot next to you, "Come and kiss me?"

Kyojuro absolutely bounced on the bed, making you nearly bounce off if he hadn't caught you. He moved you with such ease, twirling you around and over until you were finally lying beneath his body as he held himself over yours. His hair was so long, it hung like a curtain around you.

"May I-?"

"Yes," You said as you grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss you. There was nothing innocent in that kiss of yours, as soon as your lips touched you were both goners. Your tongues pressed against each other, dancing passionately together and your hands started to wander.

His chest was rock hard under your soft fingers and you silently thanked him for all the workouts he did daily. Kyojuro was still using his arms to hold himself up, but you grabbed one and greedily put his hand over your breast. The man groaned against your mouth and you moaned as you felt him squeeze your breast over your bra.

That thing had to go.

You pulled apart from the kiss and carefully used your hands on Kyojuro's chest to push him up until he was sitting. The Kitsune was confused and about to ask if he did something wrong, but you quickly undid your bra with your clever fingers and threw it aside, uncovering your breasts.

"Touch me…" You moaned and Kyojuro did as you told him to, quickly leaning back over you to kiss you and fondle your breasts. God, you were so soft, the Kitsune could feel all his blood heading down between his legs as his manhood got harder the more he touched you.

Kyojuro wasn't the only one getting turned on. Your body felt hot and you could feel your sex getting slick with your arousal. You rubbed your thighs together in a sad attempt to relieve the aching in your wet core, but you only made things worse for yourself.

Suddenly, your husband pulled away from the kiss and moved down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You sighed softly as you felt him suck on your nipple, making it harden in his mouth, and once hard, he bit you gently.

"Ah, Kyojuro…!" You gasped and your hands went to tangle into his hair, but then you noticed his fox's ears and you got curious. What would happen if you touched them?

Carefully, you grabbed his ear with one hand and the reaction was instant. Kyojuro groaned against your breast and his hips bucked, rubbing his hard-on on the soft bedding. You blinked before you turned mischievous and you started to rub the base of his ear before gently pinching the tip and the voices your husband made were just so sinful.

"Careful there…!" Kyojuro groaned as he pulled off from your breast, "My ears are sensitive…!"

"I can see that," You chuckled as you gently rubbed them and your husband actually growled as he sneaked his hand down until his fingers touched the wet spot on your panties and pressed against it.

You yelped as your hips bucked this time, pressing forward, eager to feel more of your lover's touch. Kyojruo could feel against his fingers how wet you were and he was honestly so happy that you were also feeling good and not just him.

"May I take them off?" He asked and you blinked, "Whose?"

"Both."

"Ah," You nodded, "Yes."

With your blessing, Kyojuro kicked off his boxers and pulled down your panties. As soon as the little pieces of clothing were gone, his fingers immediately went back between your legs and your hips bucked and you yelped as you felt him circle your wet sex with one finger before pressing it inside.

"Ngh!" You winched and your husband stilled immediately, "Did I hurt you?"

"No…" You lied a little before shaking your head slowly as you panted, "Feel different when it's someone else…!"

"I'm going to slow down," Kyojuro said and you nodded but as soon as he even moved his finger, your hands snapped to cover your mouth, and stop the embarrassing noises from surfacing.

"Please, my beloved, don't hide those pretty sounds you are making."

"They're embarrassing…" You whined and he smiled, "Not to me. I love hearing how I'm making you feel good so please don't hide?"

"Ah…" You moved your hands from your mouth and as soon as you did that Kyojuro pulled his finger nearly all the way out before gently thrusting it back inside.

You were whimpering and panting as you felt his finger rub your insides. Just then, you felt him insert another finger, gently stretching you open as he thrust them in and out and then scissoring them.

By the time he inserted his third finger, you were a needy wreck, wanting and needing him to fuck you. How could he be so patient? This man was a saint.

"Enough!" You cried out, "Please Kyojuro, I need you…"

"Are you certain?" He asked and you nodded furiously, "Yes, please please please, don't make me beg…!"

Kyojuro was pretty sure you were already begging but he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked his fingers clean, much to your embarrassment.

"TASTY!"

"Kyojuro…!" You whined and the man chuckled as he reached for his cock, but then he remembered that he needed a condom.

"Condom-!" He said and you blinked, stunned. You expected that he would want to do you without one, but he was thoughtful and so loving and it filled you with warm feelings. You were totally ready to let him fuck you without one, but then you both looked up, and sure enough, there was a packet of condoms and lube resting on the nightstand.

"At least this hotel comes prepared," You chuckled a little and Kyojuro laughed also as he reached for the packet and pulled out one condom that he rolled over his manhood. You hadn't seen his manhood since your blowjob and you didn't remember it being so big, but you could remember wrong.

Kyojuro squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hand before absolutely soaking his cock in it. Once he was done with that, he positioned himself between your legs and pressed the tip of his cock between your sex's lips, but he didn't penetrate you yet.

He looked at you and kissed your forehead, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, please, Kyojuro…" You sighed and he nodded as he carefully pushed forward until he popped inside and you winched but kept quiet by biting your lip. It felt tight but good. No real pain whatsoever thanks to your husband's preparation, but you felt pressure.

Slowly Kyojuro filled you all the way and you could tell he was keeping himself back by the way he was biting his own lip and groaning. He wanted to make sure you got used to his generous girth, which you did quickly and you whined beneath him, "My husband, please move…!"

"Yes, my wife…!" He growled as he grabbed your hips with his hands and pulled a little over halfway out before snapping his hips forward and sinking himself completely into you.

You cried out in sudden pleasure and Kyojuro growled as he took that pace, fucking you fast and eagerly. It felt so good, his cock was almost immediately hitting that soft spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and the way his cock massaged your inner walls left you breathless.

While fucking you, Kyojuro leaned down and pressed his lips against yours and you both immediately deepened the kiss, your tongues working together to bring you even more pleasure.

"So good-!" Your husband groaned as you pulled apart from the kiss to catch your breath, "My wife, you feel so good!"

"Kyojuro…!" You gasped breathlessly as you lovingly watched the focused look on his face. It looked to you that it was almost like he was holding himself back.

"Kyojuro…! Please, don't hold back-!" You whined, "Fuck me like you want!"

"My love…!" The Kitsune panted as he fixed his hold on you and with the new hold he managed to press his thump against your neglected and aching clit.

The reaction was instant. You threw your head back as you cried out in pleasure, your hips bucking against Kyojuro's and your sex tightening around him to the point it was almost painful.

You were getting close and so was the fox husband of yours. You knew it, you felt the orgasm coming. You just needed a little more…!

"I love you," Kyojuro suddenly said and you blinked as you registered his words. He smiled, "I love you, I love you so much!"

"Kyojuro-!" You gasped, "I love you!"

The two of you kissed and the time ran out and your body came undone beneath your husband. Pleasure wrecked your body and your sex squeezed so hard around Kyojuro's manhood that you coaxed him into cumming as well, the condom catching his release

The two of you were panting as you slowly came down from your high. You were both looking at each other so lovingly and you shared a quick kiss.

"You're amazing." You whispered against his lips and the Kitsune grinned, "You're gorgeous."

Your giggle was cut off by a tired moan as your husband pulled his manhood out of you, took the condom, tied it, and threw it on the floor to be cleaned later on. The man moved swiftly as he pulled a blanket over you and his naked body and you immediately snuggled against his warm body.

"Thank you Kyojuro." You thanked him and the man smiled, "For what?"

"For choosing me." You said and he grinned as he kissed the top of your head, "Thank you for accepting me."

Ah, could you two be any more in love? You enjoyed each other's company when you realized something.

"So… We are leaving tomorrow to go to Japan?" You asked and Kyojuro nodded, "That's what my parents want."

"And we are staying at your place?"

"Most likely, yes."

"I don't know if I'm able to have sex in your childhood home or that close to your parents." You said as you were afraid that you would be too loud and one of his parents would walk in on you two.

Kyojuro smiled, "I understand, so no worries."

"So…?" You looked at him and he blinked, "So?"

"Would you fuck me until I can't walk?"

Kyojuro raised his brow in a questioning manner and you pouted, "What, I'll be seated on a 10-hour flight to Japan so it's not like I need to walk tomorrow, right?"

"I understand your reasoning!" He nodded happily as he kissed your temple and reached for another condom, "Round 2 it is!"

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ WITCHY SENTENCE STARTERS. › ( a compilation of witch-themed quotes from various media & some original ones. feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses ! )

1. ❝ Relax… it’s only magic. ❞ 2. ❝ Are you a good witch or a bad witch ? ❞ 3. ❝ I am wicked in many ways. ❞ 4. ❝ You say witch like it’s a bad thing… ❞ 5. ❝ There's a little witch in all of us. ❞ 6. ❝ You have witchcraft in your lips. ❞ 7. ❝ I’m not good, I’m not nice, I’m just right. I’m the witch. ❞ 8. ❝ For all you know, a witch may be living next door to you right now. ❞ 9. ❝ You'd think they'd never seen a girl and a cat on a broom before. ❞ 10. ❝ You didn’t think you were the only magical person in town, did you ? ❞ 11. ❝ Witches are a bit like cats. They don’t enjoy each other’s company much, but they do like to know where all the other witches are, just in case they need them. ❞ 12. ❝ There is a lot more to magic than waving your wand and saying a few funny words. ❞ 13. ❝ The day we found magic, I thought we were going to change the world. ❞ 14. ❝ There is no magic when one no longer believes. ❞ 15. ❝ Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. ❞ 16. ❝ Now when it comes to Santa Claus, most mortals don’t believe he exists ... just like they don’t believe in witches. ❞ 17. ❝ Remember, 'Peace on earth, goodwill to men' includes witches. ❞ 18. ❝ I am a witch. A real house-haunting, broom-riding, cauldron-stirring witch. ❞ 19. ❝ Ha ! A witch ? Moi ? Oh, you can't be serious. Do I look like a witch to you ? ❞ 20. ❝ In this whole wide wicked world the only thing you have to be afraid of is me. ❞ 21. ❝ I put a spell on you because you’re mine. ❞ 22. ❝ What you gonna do ? Hit me with your love spell ? ❞ 23. ❝ Say that again and I will turn your tongue into a flower. ❞ 24. ❝ Isn’t there a spell to fix this ? ❞ 25. ❝ You know what it says on love potions… shake well but don’t tell. ❞ 26. ❝ Are you sure this potion is safe to drink ? ❞ 27. ❝ Never put your faith in a prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a witch. ❞ 28. ❝ You got involved with a witch, and when you do that ... weird stuff happens. ❞ 29. ❝ By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. ❞ 30. ❝ You need to learn to fight. When witches don’t fight, they burn. ❞ 31. ❝ In the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven, they would kill her. ❞ 32. ❝ For some, witchery was a choice, but not for me. ❞ 33. ❝ We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. ❞ 34. ❝ I’m going to be a very good witch from now on. ❞ 35. ❝ I almost died at the hands of a witch. But that past made me stronger. ❞ 36. ❝ Who doesn't enjoy a good scare every now and again ? Especially this time of the year. ❞ 37. ❝ You gotta be a real witch, the way you fly that broom ! You think maybe you can teach me how to fly it ? ❞ 38. ❝ If you help me gather everything I need for the spell, I will do anything you want. So what do you say ? ❞ 39. ❝ A witch never gets caught. Don’t forget that she has magic in her fingers and devilry dancing in her blood. ❞ 40. ❝ Some people will say that not all witches are evil, that their powers could be used for good. I say burn them all ! ❞

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 9 months

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.35

Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC

Warnings: none

Words: 2494

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Seth was blowing up Leah's phone. He wanted her to go over to Sam's where all the witches were, mesmerizing the wolves with their magic. Actual, physical magic. Leah couldn't bring herself to answer them or head over. She feared if she saw Dieufel, someone would pick up on it that she had imprinted on him. It was annoying and she didn't need the other's sympathies for another wolf imprinting on a witch. The other pack members could still be caught murmuring about Jacob who had been kept from Evita.

Walking past her door, Sue Clearwater back tracks to peek into her daughter's room. "I thought you would be at Sam's. Seth couldn't stop talking about Evita's friends."

Leah scrunches up her nose like she'd smelled something terrible. If she were in her wolf form, her ears would have been pinned to the side of her head in irritation. That didn't translate to her human form. "I'll pass."

Sue stares at her in an attempt to read her. Leah hated that. Bad enough that everyone could hear her thoughts when she was a wolf. Like nothing was personal for her to keep to herself. "Are you okay? You've been cooped up in here all day. Sam doesn't need you on patrol?"

Not for the first time, Leah resented still living at home. Everyone was always in her business. All she wanted was peace and quiet and to be left alone. Honestly, she didn't know who was on patrol at the moment. After the fifth ring from Seth, Leah had shoved her phone underneath her pillow to muffle the noise. She could tell that her packmates must be squabbling to decide who would go out on guard and who would get to stay and watch Dieufel and his cousin make the wards. "I'm fine."

She doesn't buy that. Sue knew her kids. Maybe not as of late, but she knew when something was not right. Putting down the laundry basket she'd been transporting to her room, Sue enters Leah's room hesitantly. "I know I may not understand a lot of things concerning wolves and the pack, but I'm always here for you, Leah. Whether you want to talk or hang out-"

Her eyes flick up and Sue clips her sentence short. "I'm fine." Leah again repeated.

After a moment, Sue lets out a forlorn sigh and nods. "Okay. If you don't want my company then, maybe you should go over to the Black's instead of staying in here all day."

"Why?"

Sue purses her lips. "Jacob is having a tough time. He's been by himself since imprinting on Evita. Billy told me that even the Swan girl has stopped coming around to their house. He must have told her. He could use some company though."

That was the last thing Leah wanted to do. It would be the most pathetic hang out session. She didn't want to connect with him over this. Didn't want anyone to know. Especially not Jacob. He'd think they'd have some sort of camaraderie because of this shared experience. Leah just desired nothing more than to sweep this whole mess under the rug and forget about it. A few days ago, she'd had hope that maybe things were looking up for her. A tentative friendship sprung up between Leah and Evita that the she-wolf appreciated. Evita didn't pity her. Didn't even know what had happened between her, Sam and Emily. The girl was easy to talk to and was not spurned by Leah's surly attitude that was more or less her built in defense mechanism.

When Leah doesn't respond, she hears her mom sigh again before picking her laundry basket back up and continuing on her previous path to her room to sort through her clothes. Leah focuses on the sound of shuffling fabric being pulled out and the creaking of the whicker basket Sue liked to use. Leah huffs and leans back in her computer chair. Before Sue had come in, she'd been researching scholarships for college. Well, she'd been trying to but kept getting distracted by the ringing of her phone. College was the last thing on her mind, but it had taken her mind off of her supernatural life if only for a little bit.

Without thinking, Leah's hand pulls at the drawer in her desk and pulls out a picture that had been placed face down. A picture she hadn't looked at since Harry's death. Printed on the glossy paper was the smiling face of Harry, Seth and Leah. Father and son were decked out in fishing gear while Leah merely wore a baseball cap that once belonged to Harry. Grief that she had done been dealing well with bubbles in her chest to the point where she instantly throws the photo back into the drawer and slams it closed. Her skin trembled. Home wasn't safe for her either.

Having already been wearing her sneakers, Leah leaves the Clearwater household without another word.

She didn't like what she was about to do, but Leah couldn't help herself when she came upon Jacob Black's garage where she heard music streaming out of and the clanking of whatever metal he was tinkering with. His shirt was off, like many of the male wolves preferred, and Leah could see the muscles of his back move as he's elbow deep in the car's engine. At least Jacob was engulfed in a hobby. Leah didn't have many hobbies. Perhaps hiking and fishing, but there was little time nowadays for her to indulge in activities like that.

Sneakers scuffing against the pebbles that lead up to the entrance of his garage, Jacob's body freezes for a moment before he turned around and registered it was Leah. He arched an eyebrow, asking his question without having to open his mouth.

Heat floods her cheeks as she tells him the secret she was hiding from everyone. She just couldn't refrain the words spilling out of her mouth like a great force, unable to be pushed back in. Leah didn't intentionally go there to spill her guts out to Jacob Black but it happened anyway. There was no plugging it up. The dam was broken.

At her admissions, Jacob very slowly left his car to stand in front of her. He's unsure of what Leah needed in that moment. Not many people saw her this vulnerable, Leah made sure of that.

By the time she's done, her whole body is wracked with tremors. The hood to the car's engine was closed and both now had their butts pressing against it, facing out of the garage. Being soft like this had Leah's skin itching uncomfortably. "You probably think I'm pathetic."

"Pathetic? Why?"

Her face screws up in a scowl. "Because I am pathetic. Acting like this just because I. . . I imprinted." In frustration, her fingers card through her short, black hair. "And of course I had to imprint on a witch too."

"Well, technically he's not a witch. What's the guy version?" Jacob manages to pull a snort from Leah. "You know how imprinting works. It's out of our hands. We just drew the short straws. After this whole Volturi thing blows over we can tell them. For now we just have to be patient." He omits where he'd actually snapped at (y/n) the other day due to him being unable to control the hormones that imprinting caused to escalate. When he came down from the burst of aggression that seized him, Jacob accepted that he was in the wrong. Regretted yelling at one of his best friends.

"When have either of us been patient?" Leah scoffs and Jacob chuckles dryly. Certainly the most stubborn wolves in the entire pack.

Things had worked out for (y/n). She'd been lucky. Edward was with her now and they were exploring their new relationship and the dynamics it brought with it. And despite her frostiness toward the blood suckers, Leah was happy for her. They were pack-sisters after all. The only ones. Oddities among a pack full of guys. Somehow, she found it appropriate that their mates would be just as odd.

In her short life, luck had not been on Leah's side. Not with Sam, or her dad and possibly not even with Dieufel.

Bella and Evita were holed up in Sam's living room even as the sun started to go down. They had to relocate in order for Dieufel to make the second ward. Finally, you were able to bear witness to their magic firsthand. According to Sam, even when Evita made the first ward, there had been a lot of ceremony that went along with it. Dieufel followed it to the exact detail. That same tangy scent of magic pulsates around you. His gaze was fixated on a river stone, smooth and weathered, cradled in the palm of his hand. Its surface seemed to pulse with an ancient rhythm, as if it held the whispered secrets of generations past. A small bowl of herbs are slowly catching ablaze in front of him. He hadn't even used a match to light it. Only a few words and the hovering of his hand had summoned the smallest of flames required. Each syllable he uttered seemed to invoke forgotten forces, calling upon the spirits that held sway over the elements. The room responded in kind. Shadows seemed to dance along the walls, and a gentle breeze, though the windows remained closed, ruffle at your hair and kiss your face. You felt a shiver of something profound – the thinning of the veil between the mundane and the mystical. As if the stone itself was awakening, attuning itself to the currents of magic being woven around it, in crumbles into dozens of small pieces until it was but swirling dust particles. Working with magic made Dieufel's veins glow from under his dark skin. Long rivers of light run up his arms and down his neck. The protective ward Dieufel was crafting was not merely a barrier, but a conduit for their intentions, a manifestation of their collective will that the Volturi will not come to harm anyone.

When it was all done, Dieufel places it in your hand. You didn't think it would be this small. Even for your naturally blazing skin, the ward sat hot in your palm. The emerald the color the ward possessed seemed to ebb and flow, shifting in intensity as if it were a living entity. Intricate designs, etched with the precision of magic itself, adorned the surface. Carved into the emerald-like material were patterns that seemed to dance and intertwine, an intricate tapestry of symbols representing protection and connection. Symbols pulsed softly, a rhythm in harmony with the heartbeat of the universe.

"Wow." You breath is shaky. Bella was right. This was. . . Your brain struggled to come up with the most fitting words to describe it, but there was nothing that would do the experience justice.

Dieufel collapses onto the couch and closes his eyes for a moment. Embry asked if he was okay and the warlock merely nods. "Yes. I'll need to take a breather."

Nadege cleans up after her cousin and begins to make her ward. The bowl that Dieufel had burned miscellaneous herbs was refreshed by Nadege's quick hands. She hummed as she reset everything.

The other boys pawed at you to see the ward and you pass it to them so they can gawk over it although Sam has to stress to them to handle it with the utmost care. Even Quil and Paul duck their heads down to examine it closer.

Evita emerges from the kitchen to check in on Dieufel. "Do you want me to make you a tonic?"

He chuckles and pats the top of her dark curls. "I'll be fine. No need for worries. How is your apranti(apprentice)?"

That drew up everyone's attention. Embry and Seth in particular straighten up and crane their heads to see around Evita and into the kitchen. They were interested in the training, but Evita was strict on having it be just her and Bella so she didn't feel flustered. One had to learn magic in comfort.

Admittedly, Evita was no teacher. She was still young and learning her own power. It wasn't a position for her to teach. Fundamentals of magic, maybe. But not hands on training. That required a more skilled mentor.

Nadege sets aside what she had been doing and hops up onto her feet. "Well, if you are not opposed and if you're feeling better, I can teach Bella."

From the couch, Dieufel scoffs "You just want to show off."

Well, she didn't disagree but ignored him as she hands Evita a box of matches and passes through everyone to go into the kitchen. You and Embry exchange looks and follow her. Paul stops the younger boys and shoos them away. They just wanted to follow after Nadege.

Bella sat at the kitchen table, loose sheets of paper were in front of her. You can see the scribbling of words and bullet notes. Her pen taps against her temple before she looks up to see the three new people in her presence. She sets down her pen and sits up in her seat. Nadege briefly met Bella before Evita dove in on the lessons. Nadege's smile is blinding and catches Bella off guard. The witch's dark hand picks up some of the notes that Bella and Evita had been working on. Her green eyes skim over the surface and nods.

"Good, she's covered the foundations." Her eyes dash as she reads the rest of it, getting a grasp of where Evita had left off. You and Embry have to get on your tippy toes in order to read over Nadege's shoulder. She was so tall!Bella's cheeks turn pink in front of the enigmatic Nadege who glances at a few more notes before pulling out a chair for herself.

Shyly, Bella's gaze flicks over to you and Embry. Quickly, you smile over at her and subtly nudge Embry in the side. He's fast to take the hint and moves back into the living room where the air has picked up once more in a magical buzz.

Vibrations coming from your back pocket notify you of a text from Edward. You grin and excuse yourself quietly to pop outside. The air sang in your ears as you make your way deeper into the woods. Edward met you half-way out of habit. His gold pools sparkle with anticipation. "What's it like?"

He wouldn't go inside of Sam's house as long as he knew Bella was there, not wanting to make this awkward for her. It itched at him though to get a visual of what witnessing real magic was like. Also he was curious as to how Bella would fit in with the witches. Stunned was an understatement to how he felt when he learned of Bella's magical potential.

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bokettochild · 2 months

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came back wrong sounds like a very wild thing

and maybe twi could have obedience? something about wolfie and training could be angsty.

If no one suggested that one for Wild, I wanted to do it anyways LOL

Since I already posted Day 4 elsewhere, I'll give you Day 16 personally <3

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 8,047

Summary: Coming back changed the Hero of the Wilds, and he's known it for a while. he's not sure how much changed, although he's happy to let Zelda and Purah try and find out. He does know though that there's a certain sort of power that lurks under his skin now, one capable of many things, but it comes with one great disadvantage: he doesn't know how to make it stop once he's started to employ it.

(This is set in the Inner Hero AU, so there are references to the other fics of that series, so consider this your warning!)

It’s no great secret to anyone in Hyrule that there’s something Wrong with their hero. Since the shrine of resurrection, he isn’t what those who once knew him remember, and even those who’d never met the him from Before can sense that their hero isn’t exactly like the rest of them. Most of them accept that oddness as just another quirk or some such, just something intrinsic to Link, the weird kid who wanders the kingdom and somehow is also the hero that defeated the Calamity.

The Zora accepted it as a change brought by time, much as their own selves have all become altered in the hundred years since last they saw him. Maybe they know too; maybe they’re just too polite to say, but they never fuss about it.

Zelda knows though. She’s told him plainly that she knows he’s not what he used to be. He’s still him, she assures, because she knows the smile he spares for his mounts and recognizes the little habits he’d never have suspected she’d caught before the Calamity occurred. He’s still him, she says, but he’s More now too.

He came back different.

Purah and Zelda have looked into it, with his permission. He's sat and watched his girls sit with their head’s together over tests and papers and results as they try to understand how he’d changed. It’s nice, in a way. He's not very involved and, in many ways, he feels as though they forget at times that he’s able to hear them and the clinical way they refer to their study of him, but it’s not with any ill intent that they do so. In fact, it’s sort of nice to slip into the background of their minds and watch them at their most natural, see their bright smiles and hear them talk over each other and cut each other off in their excitement as they come to similar conclusions

He treasures the time spent up at the tower above Hateno, He treasures the time where he can simply exist as he is beside those he cares about, watching them bustle about doing what they love while he can finally rest in peace, knowing that his work is done, that nothing calls him out and that he can linger there as long as he pleases, without guilt. He can see what he was denied; Zelda’s joy, her eagerness, her freedom, and enjoy his own as well.

It’s good.

Returning to the rest of the world though, he’s always reminded again of how illy he fits among them. Magic has faded from the land of Hyrule, but he is steeped in it. Those around him walk with only the slightest bit of the power of heaven in their veins, yet his body overflows with magic that seeps out of the cracks left by his death. Zelda has compared him to the broken pottery he leaves across the kingdom, cracked and damaged by his adventure, and from those cracks, the power that twisted up with his own to bring him back from the brink now ekes out into the world, twisting and strange. Hylians aren’t meant to understand the feeling of Death’s touch, she says, eyes solemn and wary, lip pulled between her teeth as she’ll scan his face for signs of pain or sadness at her words. He knows she means well to do so, but he understands, and there’s really no need to be sad over such a thing.

He’s not normal, but it’s not their fault, and as they still accept him, still treat him with kindness, he feels little hurt for the changes that occurred to bring him to their sides. It’s a sacrifice he’d make again, even knowing what it will do. Watching Hyrule flourish in the wake of the Calamity, watching their victory paint the world anew in life and prosperity for their people, it’s worth dying and being pieced together again for, even if what holds his once drifting soul to his broken body is a magic no one can explain to him.

Life is good as long as he learns to hold back the worst of the magic, keep it tamed and keep his temper in check, which is hardly any struggle around most people. There are a few, certain people who drive him crazy and make him want very much to do things a hero ought not, but he holds himself back, and when Zelda really wants him to test himself, to see how much he can restrain the twisting Thing that has become part of him, she’ll challenge him to deal with those people. Really, they make it a game, so even if those people do drive him mad, seeing Zelda beam and mumble to herself at what they’ve learned from such encounters makes it worth it.

For her, he’d do anything. After all, he’s already died for her, what worse is there?

Well, as it would seem, leaving her behind for the sake of undertaking a new journey is worse. She’s happy in Hateno, capable of defending herself with both her magic and the archery her family is renowned for across the ages. She’s not as good as he is with a bow, but it’s a near thing, and he has no doubt that one more trip to Rito village, one more study session with Tulin and Teba, is all it will take before his princess can out-do him with his own preferred weapon.

Even knowing she can handle herself just fine doesn’t make leaving her behind any easier though. He’s still not sure how he’d managed, but he had. He had and he’d stumbled across the other heroes, joining them in their quest. It’s not perfect, not by any means, they’ve found peace in their new team. While there’s still some settling and sifting to be done before they click together like a real team, they are getting there.

He may have thrown a wrench in that process though.

See, since meeting the heroes, his magic has been rather well behaved. None of them rub him the wrong way, and while he isn’t exactly friendly with them all, they’re not the sort of people who push his boundaries or upset him either. He can co-exist beside them, and in many ways they remind him of the champions. He’s not sure how Time would feel knowing that in many ways he makes the cook think of Chief Urbosa, but he thinks Twilight might get a laugh out of being compared to Daruk. Of course, not everyone has similarities to the champions; Warriors isn’t like anyone he’s met before and he doubts he’ll ever meet anyone like him again, but it’s there for the rest. It's mostly just small things; they are, after all, their own persons, but finding something familiar to define them with makes approaching and working beside them easier. Four possesses the same quiet strength as Riju, Legend the certainty and experience of Teba, and Sidon’s wit and charm peeks through the traveler’s smile at times. Using what he knows about other people, about those he knew before, he can navigate the group with some decency. There's hiccups and there’s snags, but fortunately, they rarely if ever involve him, and never his magic.

Until now.

He sits back and tries to learn when he finally realizes that the others have magic spilling out from their cracks as well. Warriors is fire and Twilight is rich earth, Somehow, Legend is the force that quiets both, and despite a harsh outwards demeanor, the man holds a surprising amount of sway over the group as a whole.

In many ways, Legend reminds him of the Zelda from Before. There’s a potential for something bright and warm and rambling, something that would flourish if left alone and free to its own will, but like his princess, the vet restrains it for some reason or another. Duty drove Zelda, and he thinks something similar leads the vet, because no other factor has yet appeared. It’s there though, that warmth and light, mixed with a strength that is regarded and respected even if it isn’t followed. Legend is no leader, but his word has power, and they all listen to what he has to say in regards to what it is that they face. Not only that, but the vet’s magic is a twisting, free thing that is embraced and clung to by those in their gathering.

Warriors and Twilight seek its peace, and Sky urges it forwards with bright smiles and open arms as he somehow slips past the thorns of trailing magic to get at the hidden blossoms beneath. Time, in his own way, accepts it, although he does little with it. Wind seeks it, and Hyrule, whether the traveler seems to realize it or not, has tuned himself to it.

Wild may be clueless as to how people work normally, but he can understand magic. He can see how Hyrule’s flickering and dancing light embraces the magic of the veteran, and while he doesn’t grasp where the older ones do, he does linger and bask in it.

Wild doesn’t blame him. Legend’s magic feels like safety, like the goddess statues across Hyrule, the ones that quiet his soul and the twisting of his mind to grant him peace and rest even when he’s at his worst. Hylia, they say, is a goddess of Life, so it’s natural that her light would ease or even erase the darkness of Death. He's not sure how Legend’s magic echos that of the goddess, like the moon reflecting the suns rays even once the bright star has faded from view, but he welcomes that warmth and light all the same.

Losing that light affects them all. They are, after all, all beings of light, so losing the source that travels with them, having it snuffed out or hidden, leaves all antsy and ill at ease, and he doesn’t blame them. He still doesn’t appreciate Hyrule’s approach to fixing it though.

They’d talked, and maybe he'd let his own worries and insecurities spill over. Maybe he’d not correctly portrayed what he thinks he’d seen in the face of their brother when the vet had had Claims explained to him, but what really bothers him is how quickly his words were cast aside, how quickly Hyrule had returned to twining his magic with Legend’s own, laughing and chatting like nothing had happened and he hadn’t tried to tie down a ray of light itself.

He’s seen people try to tame light, bend it to their will and force it to linger rather than shine over the world as intended. His princess was never meant to stay locked in a castle, hidden in dark rooms to pray for power she wasn’t allowed to seek on her own terms; to find within herself what had always been. Seeing her free now, riding where she will and doing what she wants, he sees that light realized, knows the same could be found if Legend is allowed to do the same, as he’s expressed wanting. Light doesn’t belong to anyone after all, but to everyone, although they can’t hold it or keep it. Legend feels the same, at least with their group, and he wishes Hyrule would understand that.

The problem is, he’s not sure how to talk to vet about it.

Twilight, Warriors, Sky and Hyrule all feel free to approach, but Wild has never had anything with which to connect himself to the vet, no foundation for a friendship. They're such different people, and he’s not so blind as to have missed how the vet recoils when his own magic flares and hisses along the edges of the others in camp. His magic, the twisting, festering, darkness of it, entwines with Zelda’s like second nature, both dimming each other to the point of being null. In contrast, he lacks the familiarity with the vet to do the same, and instead, Life’s light flickers and hides when he loses control of the darkness of Death.

He wishes it wasn’t so, but it is.

How does fire that burns and earth that tends to smother have such a way to twist up with light, yet the un-named otherness of his own soul can’t find a harmony of its own?

“Wild, hey, focus.”

He shakes himself, staring up at Twilight where the other is standing next to him with a worried look on his face. “Huh?”

“You good?” The rancher asks, “you drifted out again.”

It wasn’t a memory, but it strikes him that he has, in fact, been sitting here unmoving for the last twenty minutes or so, and that’s probably just a bit worrying to the others. “Yeah, just lost in my head.”

The man frowns, settling himself down slowly on the loam underfoot so he’s sitting at Wild’s side, dark stare searching over him as though for an injury of some kind. “Anything on your mind?”

Does he tell? He can’t help the way his eyes drift to where the vet and captain sit back to back by the fire, Hyrule so close his knees are almost touching the vet’s as they face each other and chat, busy at work with their sewing and magic even as the captain writes what’s probably a report to his princess. They look at peace, somehow already over the latest hiccup of their group and already resettling into place as though it never happened, as though the subject of Claims never came up at all. How can do they do it?

He shakes his head. “Just thinking is all.” The doubt on the face of the other is soothed with a smile, dark gaze softening at the sight of flashing teeth. “Not memories or anything, I promise.”

“If you’re sure...”

“I am,” he says again, chuckling slightly for extra good measure. “At worst, I’m a bit homesick, at best, just confused, and considering this is me,” he laughs again, watches the face of his brother relax into one of those easy smiles they are al so used to, “I’m pretty sure that’s just normal.”

A heavy hand claps down on his shoulder, squeezing slightly, and despite the lingering concern in the rancher’s face, he is smiling. “If you’re sure. Remember though, pup, I’m here if ya need me.”

“I know.” He smiles in return, but beneath, his magic seethes just a bit. Twilight is great, Twilight is amazing, Twilight is there if he needs something and always offers a shoulder to lean on, and he’s incredibly thankful for that. But the rancher is also against the idea of using most magics, and despite the fact that he knows Twilight would never resent them for their own use of the stuff, his choice being personal preference rather than a hard belief about it in general, it does still mean he’s rather...ignorant, at least when it comes to magic. He can’t help here, and he probably wouldn’t even understand half of what Wild would need to explain. No, because unlike certain people, he doesn’t have a mastery for teaching. Good grief, he wishes Zelda was here, or even Purah, they could explain this mess to him, and maybe help him find a solution. He’s good at fighting and exploring and making things, not magic. He’s not qualified for all of this!

At the other side of camp, he sees Wind sit up abruptly, eyes scanning the world around him, wary. He's not the only one either, for Warriors is grabbing his sword as he scans the trees, Legend’s ears are flicking about, seeking something. He doesn’t feel or see or hear anything though, and it’s only when he sees the fiery glow of Hyrule’s gaze on him that he realizes he’s lost control again.

His magic really doesn’t do any of them any favors, does it?

He needs to gather it up again and tuck it away in a neat little box, watch guards relax again as the heroes puzzle at the sudden disappearance of whatever they’d felt or thought they’d sensed. Warriors gets up and starts patrolling the camp, leaving his own magic twisting here and there, like a spider casting a web, but predictably, he finds nothing to indicate that they are in any danger, even after he and Twilight have checked the forest around them.

Honestly, the longer they look, the more he wants to shrink in on himself and just... bang his head against a tree or something.

He feels like a threat to those he cares about, and they have no idea, because they don’t know it’s him that makes them jump to an alert and drop what they’re doing to instead prepare for a fight.

It’s worse in a fight though.

The next time they’re on a battlefield, Warriors leading the charge with Time and Sky, Legend and Four covering their asses and darting around the field to take out the threats that creep up upon the others, it slips loose. The problem is that it’s his monsters they’re fighting, recognizable by the fact that they’re not nearly as horrific to look at as the creatures from nearly all the others’ eras. He knows them, and they know him, and its sort of his habit when fighting in his own world, where the likelihood of other people being around is basically null, to just... let go.

Magic surges around him, a twisting, snapping thing that creeps and twists and twines over and around the enemies, driving them into a state of frenzy at the threat of something, something that their senses can’t pick up, but their souls can feel all the same; feel creeping over them, ready to snatch, to grab, to destroy. Death is scary to the creatures that aren’t familiar with its touch, and even those that act as it’s messengers tremble when the focus of Death is turned from their prey and onto themselves. The bokoblins run about attacking anything that moves, including each other, and it makes sweeping in and slaying them so much easier than if he was just fighting like the others do.

It helps that the monsters have come to know to associate the creeping presence of Death with his face, and they know, even before his sword slips across their throats or through their chests, exactly what’s coming. The ones that have met him before, brought back by red moons and dark malice, only fear it more with experience, and it’s sort of...satisfying, unleashing it all and watching the enemy panic, half knowing what’s coming to them and the other half unaware but just as panicked.

Once they’ve all fallen though, there’s always one little problem, one he’d sort of forgotten about.

“What the heck is this?” It’s Legend calling out, eyes wide, stance wide, sword gripped in one hand and fire rod in the other as his gaze flicks across the field; searching, looking. Similarly, Warriors is staring about with that glinting look in his eyes, teeth bared, and ears pricked back, a dragon ready to surge out and rip something apart the moment it reveals itself. All the heroes are still looking about for the final threat, and Wild-

Wild can’t control the magic.

It happens, sometimes. If he leans into his magic, he can’t tame it so easily. It’s like a particularly eager stallion; plunging ahead no matter how he leans back in the saddle or tries to turn the creature off course, turn it, slow it, circle until its energy dies and it listens to him again. Magic isn’t an animal he can slow down though, and despite their efforts, neither he nor Zelda have found a way for him to get it under control by himself. They just have to wait until it calms of its own accord, for now. Purah said she’d try and help him find a way to control it, since it’s his, it's part of him, so reasonably he should be able to control it, just like a limb, a muscle, another part of himself physically. Zelda says it’s because it’s still new, still unfamiliar, still something he’s adapting to, so he’s still learning how it’s part of him, like a pup discovering its own wagging tail, although far less innocent because puppy tails don’t have everyone around you preparing to fend off a death blow.

Warriors snarls something he can’t make out, something that has the twisting darkness around them surging back in kind.

Wild isn’t trying to threaten, he swears. If anything, there’s something in the magic, in himself, that hears the dragon’s threat and eagerly bounces forwards in response. Now is not a good time though, in fact, it’s probably the worst of times.

Hyrule’s eyes are turned on him, harsh and just slightly scared, like they had been in the inn room. Still, the other hero darts to his side and, under his breath, unable to be heard by the others past their own panic, the traveler hisses at him. “Can it, champ.”

“I can’t,” he hisses back. He’s trying, but he’s fighting against a part of himself that he still can’t understand, and he’s not sure how to bind it back when it’s strong, only when it’s just beginning to peak out and is just the slightest of strains. Now it’s a howling force he can’t keep back, and all attempts are failing badly.

“Are you trying?” The embers in those eyes are flickering, but Hyrule’s voice isn’t harsh so much as straining, worried. The gaze of the traveler is trailing over the rest of their group, aware of their panic and doing his best to try and quell the source, but unwilling, Wild realizes, to reveal it. Hyrule has no interest in exposing him, just making him turn it off.

The problem though it he can’t. “Yes! It’s not working!”

Some very harsh words slip from the tongue of the other, but it’s not hylian. It’s not fae either, which he’d recognize, but something smoother and less lilting. Legend would know it, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t suppose it matters either.

Flames rise against his darkness, a raging force that shrieks and screams. Hyrule’s ears are pricked back as far as they can go, too many teeth glinting in the fading light of the setting sun, light that sets his face aglow as magic surges in a silent battle around them, one that has Warriors tensing, Twilight balking. Wild can feel the wings of the dragon flaring, the lash of the tail, can almost see the rise of the wolf’s hackles. There’s a crackling energy around their chosen hero, a surge of light from their vet, shields rising against the unseen threat, but Hyrule’s magic surging against his own, lashing and licking along the darkness in a roaring flame that reaches to consume and destroy, has his full attention.

He doesn’t try and fight it. Hyrule is pushing back what he can’t handle himself, but the boundaries thrown up around his own power, boxing it in and forcing it back, won’t last, and he knows it. The strain is clear on his brother. He’s not sure how strong his own magic is, but the color is draining out of the traveler’s face, his breath quickening as the whipping and shrieking of the fae’s magic pushes back against the hiss and shadow of Death, steadily pushing it back and bottling it up within some confines the traveler must have forged himself, because it’s not just tucked back into the spot within him that he usually pulls it from. The hand on Hyrule’s sword is turning white with the effort of actions unseen, but he sees the guards of the others lower, sees the strain flow out of their shoulders as, at long last, the magic is bottled up and away, still writhing and twitching, but unable to break free.

Honestly, it’s terrifying. He didn’t know Hyrule could do that.

The traveler sags beside him, breathing hard as he stumbles, but when he reaches out to catch his brother, Hyrule stumbles back. “No, just....” dark lashes flutter and Hyrule’s lips are slightly grey, “Don’t.”

So, he doesn’t.

Not too far away, Legend is creeping up into the space of their captain, voice low and wary, like he’s approaching a spooked animal, and like any other time in the past, the moment clarity returns to eyes the color of holy flame, Warriors is dropping his sword and grabbing ahold of his brother, hunching over him as Legend sighs and let’s himself be clutched close, huffing words the rest can’t hear but which have short little ears twitching slightly out of their pricked back position.

Similarly, Twilight is checking in with the rest, reaching to touch, to self-assure. Clapping Wind’s shoulder and brushing against Four. Time reaches out to the rancher first, but the touch lingers, both comforting each other and themselves before turning to Sky, who’s sheathing the Master Sword and happily accepts the worry of the others, assuring with a smile and a light nudge to Twilight’s shoulder, eyes bleeding warmth that Wild envies. None of them approach the captain, but Legend calls something to them, huffing and half laughing past the arms wrapped around him, an promise that all is well as his magic soothes twisting scales and quells flames.

The warmth of Life surges, like a balm, around all of them. Legend’s reach touching the rest even despite the fact that they seem as blind to his efforts as they had been to the source of their previous fear.

“You alright, boys?” Time asks, Twilight at his side as the both move to the sides of their wildlings. Their leader’s eyes linger on Hyrule, and when he reaches out, the traveler lets himself sag against the man’s touch.

Hyrule doesn’t like touch, Wild reminds himself, trying to excuse the denial he’d faced at a similar offer. Only Time seems exempt from that rule, and it’s probably only because of the fairy magic that lingers faintly over the other, the remains of an old Claim resting about the edges of his magic to mark him as something not quite fae, but treasured by them all the same. If the traveler reaches for that magic, he doesn’t say anything, and Time doesn’t seem to notice either.

“I’m okay,” he answers honestly. The worst effect his own magic had had on him was fear at not being able to control it; not the overwhelming terror that seemed to grip the others that they would fall victim to it.

Twilight’s eyes linger on him shortly, but drift away after, apparently accepting his words as truth and determining that the others, still shaken and, in Hyrule’s case, trembling with exhaustion, require his attention more. Still, the rancher grips his shoulder briefly in passing, assuring himself and offering brief comfort to the champion in the process.

It’s nice, but as he moves away, leaving their leader and his mentor to tend to the exhausted half-fae, he can’t help but watch the others. Specifically, his gaze trails to where Warriors is sagging against their vet, making the smaller man stumble with a cut off laugh as he pats broad shoulders, magic still twisting and entwining with flames as easily as though they’re naught but harmless air.

Life pours across the group of them, a heavy weight that settles across their shoulders with the grace and warmth of a cat climbing up to greet it’s master, its presence a comfort that he wants so bad to catch ahold of and nestle into, like he once had curled at the base of goddess statues when his own power wouldn’t quiet, letting the power of Hylia soothe him when he couldn’t do it himself. He wishes there was a goddess stature here too, because as much as Legend reflects that same power, his arms are rather full of their captain, and the hold of gloved hands in red fabric says that he won’t be free for at least a while more. Not that Wild could ask anyways. He and Legend aren’t close to begin with, asking for the same welcome as is granted to the dragon that has slowly been tamed to his brother’s presence isn’t realistic by any means. Still, it’s easier to hide the writhing presence bottled up by force when he’s slinking closer to the source of comfort in their camp, so if he settles closer to the vet and captain than he normally would that evening, after finishing with making dinner, well, Hyrule’s the only one who really seems to take notice. Warriors is distracted with teasing their sailor, and while Legend’s dark gaze lifts to greet him as he moves over, the man says nothing at his choice of seat, just keeps eating his dinner quietly.

Hyrule is staring, a warning look in those eyes when they’re on him, but worry when they turn to the veteran. He doesn’t say anything from where he’s slumped against Time though, across the fire and picking at his food. The traveler is exhausted, and reasonably so. The others don’t know why, so it’s natural that they’re worrying, and the cave dweller hasn’t elected to explain himself either, so they probably will continue to do so for a good while.

Despite the camp-fire between them, Hyrule’s magic, weak and tired, has still managed to entwine with the vet’s. Legend answers back with flickers of his own power to the embers that scatter themselves at his feet, assuring and fond, even if there’s confusion in the flicker of his ears, the twitch of his hands and the gaze of starlit violet that turns from time to time to meet faintly glowing embers.

Wild doesn’t dare try and sneak his own flickering, snapping power out to try and reach, knowing far too well what the reaction would be, but also wary of the escape of the still writhing power that surges against the wall of flames raised around it.

How Hyrule bottled back his strength, he doesn’t know, but it feels dangerously like a weak seal; like golden power meant to keep back evil. He isn’t sure of a lot right now, but the idea of that makes him uneasy and definitely bothers him. He’s not a monster or demon that needs restraining by holy power, but the fact that he’d failed to hold himself back enough that Hyrule would feel the need to take such measures at all is just as pressing a pain to his pride and soul as the action itself.

The magic holds though. His soul doesn’t creep and screech against that of the others after that. Doesn’t even surge when his emotions run hot. If anything, it thrashes within its confines, but it doesn’t escape to twist like a net around those he considers friends and brothers. Unfortunately, that also means that it doesn’t emerge when faced with enemies either.

The next time they’re in battle, this time against something Legend calls a ‘gleeok’ and which he desperately hopes will never appear in his own world, he somehow can’t summon his own magic at all. It’s there, he can feel it, but trying to bring it out, even just the smallest amount, proves to have no results. Every prod, every call, every little hiss of his soul to push and pull and just get his magic to respond, has it only thrashing more, wild within its confines but not breaking past them.

His sword plunges and stabs, and the heroes around him do the same. Warriors is a whirlwind of power and ferocity as he charges in head on, the vet’s magic raising in a shield and Hyrule’s own likewise surging across the field in strikes that leave their foe howling and screaming in anger, flames licking across the ground in response, but his own power can only beat at the bounds created around it. He can’t break them, but he’s trying. He’s trying and surging, biting his lip with focus to the point he knows there’s blood trailing across his face from his own efforts and not any wound dealt by the dragon like monster they’re pitted against, but it isn’t working.

He hisses as a tail rises up to thrash at him, drops and rolls to avoid the impact of it hitting him, all the time pushing at the seal on his own magic in a valiant attempt to summon it, only to still be met with no results. He could ask Hyrule, if the other wasn’t on the other side of the enemy and currently absorbed with trying to stop the head firing at him with flames that surge and lick around a magic shield thrown up at only the last of moments. Still, with the amount of effort it took to raise the seal on his power, he doesn’t know if the traveler could even summon the strength to undo that same work, not when he’s so busy currently trying to avoid getting killed.

It’s driving Wild mad though.

Before, he was the knight of the princess who had the power to topple an army of lynels. He'd lost some of that to Death, but in return had been granted something he’s used like second nature since, letting it ruin and destroy and tear apart and terrorize anything and everything that dared rise before him as he’d worked across the kingdom in an effort to rescue the one who’d called him back out of Death’s hold. He can’t control it once it’s free, but he’d at least been able to employ it before, and being without it in the first time in his memory has a fear he hates bubbling up from within, anger surging at the bonds of magic to snap and hiss and cry with a wildness he hadn’t known he possessed.

He wants free. He wants to unleash the wildness he’d been named for and let it at the very least leave their foe cowing, if only slightly, as the imminence of its own fate is made clear to it.

He can’t.

He can’t because Hyrule bottled it, and he hates that.

Not Hyrule. He doesn’t hate Hyrule. The traveler had done him a favor by rendering him tolerable for the others to be around again without leaving them straining themselves to understand the threat they’d felt slipping about them. What he hates is the bounds of the seal closing in around him like the walls of the shrine he’d woken within time and again, aching pains all over from half healed wounds that had been strained over and over by efforts to push free from a prison of stone. The shrine had felt as though it was closing in on him and keeping him sealed, leaving him only to awake and fight and pass out, water filling his lungs and straining his body as he’d tried to escape from his confines only to fail yet again.. He’d healed long before he’d escaped, and since letting on the truth to Purah (but not Zelda, he could never tell her about that), she’d started looking into why it had kept him so much longer, but so far, they have had no results. Still, the feeling of being trapped, sealed, shut off from his own strength, it drives him mad. There’s a writhing and snapping, a hiss and a scream, a howling of something in his soul as it tears at the bonds.

Slowly, they give way.

It’s like a dam breaking. Just a crack, then a hole, then the rest comes crumbling down and, from the other side of the battlefield, he hears Hyrule’s breath shudder, catches ember eyes rising, wide and terrified. And then he’s free.

His magic sweeps like a fierce current, a mighty wave, a shadow that plunges over the field and has the gleeok before them screaming, turning its heads for a source of the threat it feels, and thus missing the approach of the captain who’s own surging flames rise beside the shadows, a pulsing, pounding force as the man severs a head and sends it falling towards their waiting leader, who dispatches the thing before the creature can do more than cry out in pain. Writhing darkness twists, twining and trapping and sharing the feelings that only moments before had overwhelmed him; now wrapping themselves around their foe and leaving it frenzied and panicked as the rest of the heroes, despite their own obvious awareness of the new presence, surge forwards.

In a strange way, he thinks the flames and scales of the captain are surging stronger as well, pushing back with a hiss against his own magic, one he can’t help but respect, power surging away to let the older man take charge and wreak havoc on their foe while he focuses instead on keeping it on edge. The captain’s magic isn’t stronger than his, but it’s not something he has a wish to reckon with either, and like so many times before, he finds that even the twisting of Death finds something to admire in the lashing of the war hero’s own power.

Their foe falls quickly after that.

Once the gleeok lies dead, dissipating into black and purple smoke and leaving only the barest remains, he feels able to breathe again.

The others though, are not. Wariness marks their features, save Hyrule who looks so, so tired; desperate and weary as though the idea of trying to push back the force of their brother yet again, especially after it had somehow broken through his last attempt, is a far worse fight than the creature they’d just felled. In a way, Wild thinks it must be, because trying to push it down himself is far more a struggle than simply felling something tangible and mortal that fears it.

This time though, there’s a surge of another magic, a familiar one, one that pulses and creeps, seeking, against his own. It recoils, as if by instinct, but still presses back against his magic, not pushing so much as following, and light against crypt like darkness which has him looking up in time to catch the gaze of indigo eyes that have lifted to focus on him, sharp and piercing.

Legend’s breath shudders, lips pursing. He knows now.

Wild tries, tries so hard, to make his face do something, say anything to indicate that he’s sorry, he’s trying, he really isn’t doing this on purpose. It’s hard though when something warm curls up inside of him. It's not his magic, not the cold death touch he knows and has learned to view as an extension of himself. It’s a steady gleam of warmth, not harsh and burning like Hyrule’s, not fierce and violent like Warriors’, but a gleam of light rather than heat, one that curls around some innermost part of him, like it’s wrapping around his very heart.

Legend’s eyes glint curiously, stars blazing within.

The vet’s feet step towards him.

Hyrule whips around to stare, something on his lips and magic surging, throwing up walls and shields and warnings- protective, wary, guarded, begging. The urgency that flings itself at their vet has the other stumbling slightly, but not stopping. Their traveler looks like he wants to scream, ember gaze trailing between them, panicked, worried, wary.

Wild tries not to let it bother him. Hyrule is just worried for their vet, their light, his friend. If Zelda trailed into something he felt was a risk, something that made his senses recoil as violently as his power makes the others do, he’d feel the same way, he knows it. Still, the wariness of his brother isn’t helping anybody right now.

“Wild,” the same low, even tone that the man uses to ease Warriors own of his own head rises to play in his ears, “what’s going on?”

He opens his mouth to answer, but no words come to mind, just a panic, a wish to assure, to apologize.

The warmth curled around his core flickers. Light, pure, unaltered by death-touched power, presses around him. The vet steps closer and then, like stepping before a goddess statue, he feels the surge of his own magic quiet. The rest of the heroes ease, looking about in confusion for the threat they’d felt a moment before but there’s nothing there. Nothing that isn’t twisting and twining, muted by light that itself is dimmed to their senses in an echo of his own quieted power.

Hyrule is gaping.

Legend is just looking utterly confused, stopping only a pace or so away, ears flicking between a curious forwards tilt and a wary press back against his skull. Violet eyes search his own, flickering golden with power that’s familiar, that’s safe, that’s Hylia’s hand in a gentle caress to quiet his own soul and tame the Wrongness that came back binding him to the body that ought to have perished a hundred years ago.

The vet sighs, eyes slipping closed and shoulders sagging with the motion. “The heck, champ...” He doesn’t say anything more though, just raises dark eyes to stare, something crooked in the smile that’s offered to him, tired and weary but bright like the magic that pulls his own inwards again and eases it back where it belongs; nestled beside his heart and twining and twisting, crackling at the edges but not in ire as before. No, he reaches, and despite the twitch of the vet’s brows, the warmth of holy magic answers with a press that his own grasps and clings to.

He shouldn’t grab, try to grasp, shouldn’t set off the same ire that Warriors has triggered before, but with the alternate option being to scare the wits out of his brothers, he thinks Legend might understand.

“You good?”

He nods, and this time he actually means it. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Legend shakes his head, that weary little smile still on his face. “Honestly, you guys...”

“Sorry.”

“I should have seen it coming,” violet glimmer, twinkling oddly as they catch his own, the glow of the shrine still lingering in wild blue. “Just don’t make Wars and Twi lose their shit, ‘kay? I’m not keen on dealing with that again.”

He promises he won’t.

He doesn’t either. Yes, he trails after the vet as the other moves back to the rest of their group, but he’s wary of leaving the immediate presence of the power that quiets his own. Still, he doesn’t get in the way of their usual post battle arrangement. Doesn’t get in the way when Warriors drapes himself over the smaller hero with a huff, soul still seeking the presence it had felt before but finding naught of the force that surged alongside his own. He doesn’t deny Twilight’s wary check over as the man seeks injury among their group, or Time’s verbal call for them to report on their condition.

Injuries are treated, and camp is made. Hyrule’s eyes are burning into the back of his head, gaze confused and magic seeking, pushing, looking for that presence he’d strained so much to contain before, yet finding silence in it’s place.

He doesn’t stray far from Legend for the rest of the evening, but by morning, he’s got the courage to risk it, and it’s like he’d never released the terrible creature within to begin with.

Even so, all this doesn’t mean that, next time that they make camp, Legend doesn’t have questions. Ringed fingers catching his arm and the vet’s steady voice calling to Time that the two of them will do a quick round of the area to check for threats are his only warning before being dragged out of earshot of their brothers and having an answer demanded of him. Legend has questions, and while he doesn’t have answers for all of them, he does his best to give them. He owes that much after the trouble he’s caused.

The vet’s pinch of his brows, tired sigh and sinking shoulders are becoming quite familiar. “So, your magic is death-touched, and you scare the shit out of others with it.”

“Yeah.”

There’s something between a scoff and a laugh that puffs out from the chest of the other. “Dragons, wolves, fairies, now Death herself, good grief.”

“I’m sorry.” He’s not sure why, but he feels he ought to say it.

There’s the smile again, Legend’s shoulders shaking and pink hair swishing as he shakes his head once more. “Not your fault, champ. Magic’s screwy, and if there’s anything I'm learning with y’all, controlling it’s always a pain in the arse.”

Still, he feels awful for adding to the mess that the vet is already caught in.

“Okay,” a clap of the hands and a lifting of glittering stars to focus their light on him, “here’s the deal. Your magic quiets around holy magic. I have holy magic. You need it to shut up, you can come to me, but for the love of all holy, please, I am begging, do not mess with the captain, and whatever your beef with Hyrule is, don’t get me involved, deal?”

He blinks. “Deal. I wasn’t...I-” it takes a moment, but the vet waits, although his foot taps the ground as he does, nervous maybe, or just impatient. He can’t tell. “I know better than to mess with the captain,” he finally manages. “Hyrule... we’re working on it.”

“Good,” Legend sounds, “but again, I don’t want a part of it. Whatever tiff you two have, settle it yourselves. If you need help with your magic, I’m here, but I don’t stand for funny business, comprendo?”

He blinks.

The vet rolls his eyes, sighing. “Do you understand?”

“Understood.” He wishes people would just speak Hylian to him instead of switching mid conversation.

“Good. Now, anything else I should know?” And it’s not harsh, it’s not cold, its’s said with the tilt of the head in a way that almost reminds him of Wolfie in their early days, that same half-amused look in dark eyes as the one that had followed him as he’d acquainted himself with a new world, freshly brought back into it. There’s nothing more to share though. Not for now, but he promises to tell if there’s anything he thinks of. Legend accepts that answer too, nodding and setting out again to continue their patrol.

He doesn’t get it, but he supposes that’s not the point. How the vet handles the nonsense they throw at him, he can’t fathom, but that he does at all is a blessing. They may laugh and jest about sharp tongues and scathing remarks, but the vet has the patience of a priestess to handle all of them, and he’s thankful for that.

He came back wrong, twisted and death-touched and terrifying to those who don’t understand why he is the way he is. It's not fun to explain and it’s tricky to live with, but at least he has a way to control it, even if it does mean asking for help. Still, he doesn’t hate it. His magic is a tool to terrify and harm the enemy, and he values that tool. He doesn’t cherish it, doesn’t adore how it affects those he cares about, but he’s glad he has it. He's glad he has it and he’s working to understand it, to control it.

Maybe having someone who understand these things, who knows magic because he’s steeped in it and has lived with it forever- not just unlocked it in a moment of desperation and without proper guidance to master it- will help. Who knows, maybe he can learn something from the vet, maybe even something help Zelda! That would be nice! Being able to return to her and teach her even just the smallest bit about her own power- help her in the way she’d begged the goddesses for, the way he’d wished he could for all the time he’d spent at her side unable to offer more than protection- it’d be nice.

Magic is weird, but maybe, maybe, he can get a handle on his Weirdness.

At the very least, he can make it shut up now when he needs to. So that’s a start!

#the inner hero au #asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu twilight #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump #ketto writes #my inability to conclude things neatly is BLEEDING through in these fics lol

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(English is not my first language, if you find any grammatical mistakes or something that doesn't make much sense, please let me know)

Name: Inês Ofélia Da Graça

Nickname: Ophelia, Ines

Date of Birth: June 16, 1875

Nationality: Portuguese

Blood Status: Muggle-born

House: Hufflepuff

Patronus: Goldfish

Physical Description: Inês Ofélia is a short girl with wavy blonde hair that extends to her ankles. Her green eyes stand out on a face adorned with freckles, and a mole is located beneath her lower lip. Her front teeth are distinctly separated.

Personality:

Inês is a remarkable child due to her vivid imagination, although her distractibility is equally remarkable. She struggles to stay focused on tasks that don't deeply engage her.

Her difficulty in understanding social norms and behaviors occasionally makes her awkward. Furthermore, she has trouble interpreting others' emotions, often failing to notice sarcasm or jokes, which makes her naive in some situations.

Despite that, Inês makes an effort to understand people by observing their behavioral patterns.

Family History:

Inês doesn't have much information about her own family beyond what her mother, Joana Da Graça, shared with her while she was alive. She never met her father or grandparents, although, she doesn't seem to care about this lack of information.

Her mother, Joana Da Graça, was a very young mother who immigrated to the United Kingdom when Inês was just a baby. Inês's story is marked by the early onset of her adult life, working from a young age while her mother struggled to build a better life for both of them. During these years, Inês took on the responsibility of taking care of the household and later her ailing mother.

Background Story:

At the age of nine, Inês faced a significant trial when her mother fell seriously ill. Although the nature of her mother's illness remains a mystery, Inês cared for her for many days with the hope that her effort and patience would heal her. Unfortunately, her mother passed away suddenly, leaving Inês alone.

After her mother's death, Inês was sent to a Catholic orphanage, where she finally learned the English language properly, although she still struggled with pronunciation, reading, and writing.

Inês spent much of her life in the orphanage, unaware that she was a witch or that magic even existed.

Inês's life took a turn when she met Professor Fig and began studying magic. It was at this moment that she discovered an intriguing fact: wizards possessed knowledge capable of healing ailments afflicting Muggles. This revelation struck her deeply, stirring a wave of frustration and regret. She began to wonder if, had she known her true nature as a witch earlier, she could have found a cure for her mother's illness.

This personal tragedy is one of the reasons why Inês is so determined to help Sebastian find a cure for Anne, so that no other family has to endure the suffering she and her mother went through.

Unconsciously, Inês sees Professor Fig as a father figure. She once caught herself calling him "Pai" and at that moment, she fervently hoped he didn't understand Portuguese.

Sebastian has a crush on Inês, and everyone except her has noticed. She doesn't realize when they're flirting with her.

Inês is bisexual, but she's in the "bisexual denial" stage. She think that everyone must feel that way, liking a bit of both men and women, right? But Inês, not everyone feels that way...

Inês has a crush on Anne, but she hasn't realized yet.

Inês refuses to cut her hair and has never done so in her life. Even though it's a lot of work to care for, she simply dislikes the idea of cutting it.

She also doesn't like wearing shoes and takes any opportunity to go barefoot.

Inês doesn't have much ambition regarding a career. She simply doesn't think too much about the future or what she'll do after Hogwarts. She has a more "if I make it out of here alive, it's good enough" mindset. Her "plan" is to live a peaceful life in contact with nature.

Her Patronus is a goldfish because I think it suits her kindness and short memory, which could reflect her gentle and distracted nature. (In my head, this makes a lot of sense.)

My friend said Inês is a Hippie, and I thought about it for a bit, and yes, she's basically a Hippie but in 1890.

#I finally did this shit #inês ofélia da graça #hufflepuff mc #hogwarts legacy fanart #my art #hogwarts legacy #hufflepuff #my oc #my mc #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #hufflepuff girl #hufflepuff oc #oc bio #hpma mc

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HERES THE BRACKET. FINALLY. GOD.

sorry for the wait u_u

(Text version, with dates under the cut below)

For franchises that had more than one submission, I grouped them together so that after round 2, there will only be one contestant per franchise. to try to be fair or whatever, so that a small number of franchises dont dominate the bracket

yes i know mdzs and tgcf arent anime but its my poll tourney and i do what i want godbless

this might be too much to ask but please watch the videos if you can and vote based on that! idc how much you like or dislike the anime, how much do you like the OPENING. obviously this is for fun so you can do whatever but if possible i dont rly want this to be a popularity poll :')

propaganda welcome :)

Tag List: round 1 round 2 round 3 quarterfinals semifinals finals third place round propaganda bracket updates matches (the actual polls, not including any reblogs)

ROUND 1

PART A (5/6 12:00pm ET)

Match 1: "Peace Sign" - Kenshi Yonezu (My Hero Academia) {VS} "Hitamuki" - SUPER BEAVER (My Hero Academia) Match 2: "THE DAY" - Porno Graffitti (My Hero Academia) {VS} "H. T. [Humanoid Typhoon]" - Tsuneo Imahori (Trigun 1998) Match 3: "Kaen" - QUEEN BEE (Dororo 2019) {VS} "Naru" - PON (Tsurune: Kazemai High School Kyudo Club) Match 4: "DANZEN! Futari wa Pretty Cure" - Gojo Mayumi (Futari wa Pretty Cure) {VS} "Bye Bye" - 7!! (Kimi To Boku) Match 5: "Hikariare" - BURNOUT SYNDROMES (Haikyuu!!) {VS} "FLY HIGH!!" - BURNOUT SYNDROMES (Haikyuu!!) Match 6: "Gun's & Roses" - Paradise Lunch (Baccano!) {VS} "Flyers" - BRADIO (Death Parade) Match 7: "MAN HUMAN" - Denki Groove (Devilman Crybaby) {VS} "Goya no Machiawase" - Hello Sleepwalkers (Noragami) Match 8: "Maji LOVE 1000%" - STARISH (Uta no Prince-sama: Maji Love 1000%) {VS} "KICK BACK" - Kenshi Yonezu (Chainsaw Man)

PART B (5/8 12:00pm ET)

Match 9: "Papermoon" - Tommy heavenly6 (Soul Eater) {VS} "Resonance" - T.M. Revolution (Soul Eater) Match 10: "Hyadain no Kakakata☆Kataomoi-C" - Maeyamada Kenichi (Nichijou) {VS} "Parallel Hearts" - FictionJunction (Pandora Hearts) Match 11: "Easy Breezy" - chelmico (Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!) {VS} "Bara wa Utsukushiku Chiru" - Koji Makaino (Rose of Versailles) Match 12: "Tank!" - The Seatbelts (Cowboy Bebop) {VS} "COLORS" - FLOW (Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion) Match 13: "Melissa" - Porno Graffitti (Fullmetal Alchemist 2003) {VS} "Golden Time Lover" - Sukima Switch (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) Match 14: "Rain" - SID (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) {VS} "Again" - YUI (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) Match 15: "Monochrome Kiss" - SID (Black Butler) {VS} "Brand New World" - D-51 (One Piece) Match 16: "Smile Bomb" - Mawatari Matsuko (Yu Yu Hakusho) {VS} "Dream Island Obsessional Park" - Susumu Hirasawa (Paranoia Agent)

PART C (5/10 12:00pm ET)

Match 17: "R★O★C★K★S" - Hound Dog (Naruto) {VS} "Lovers" - 7!! (Naruto: Shippuden) Match 18: "Far Away" - Asian Kung-Fu Generation (Naruto) {VS} "Blue Bird" - Ikimonogakari (Naruto: Shippuden) Match 19: "Hero's Come Back" - Nobodyknows (Naruto: Shippuden) {VS} "BLOODY STREAM" - Coda (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure) Match 20: "Aoi Hana" - Kikukodan (Sweet Blue Flowers) {VS} "Unravel" - TK (Tokyo Ghoul) Match 21: "Setsuna no Ai" - GRANRODEO (Bungo Stray Dogs) {VS} "Gurenge" - LiSA (Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba) Match 22: "Scar" - Tatsuya Kitani (Bleach) {VS} "Eternal Blaze" - Nana Mizuki (Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's) Match 23: "Sono Saki e" - RIRIKO (Children of the Whales) {VS} "Rondo-Revolution" - Masami Okui (Revolutionary Girl Utena) Match 24: "Motteke! Sailor Fuku" - Aya Hirano, Emiri Katou, Kaori Fukuhara, and Aya Endo (Lucky☆Star) {VS} "Moonlight Densetsu" - Dali, Moon Lips (Sailor Moon)

PART D (5/12 12:00pm ET)

Match 25: "99.9" - MOB CHOIR feat. sajou no hana (Mob Psycho 100) {VS} "1" - MOB CHOIR (Mob Psycho 100) Match 26: "99" - MOB CHOIR (Mob Psycho 100) {VS} "Kibou no Uta" - Ultra Tower (Food Wars) Match 27: "Departure!" - Masatoshi Ono (Hunter x Hunter) {VS} "Sakura Kiss" - Chieko Kawabe (Ouran High School Host Club) Match 28: "History Maker" - Dean Fujioka (Yuri!!! On ICE) {VS} "Kaikai Kitan" - Eve (Jujutsu Kaisen) Match 29: "Drunken Dreams of the Past" - Lin Zhixuan (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) {VS} "Connect" - ClariS (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) Match 30: "No Parting" - Jeff Chang (Heaven Official's Blessing) {VS} "Delicate ni Suki Shite" - Ota Takako (Mahou no Tenshi Creamy Mami) Match 31: "Kiss Me" - Celeina Ann and Nai Br.XX (Carole & Tuesday) {VS} "Sudachi no Uta" - Anemoneria (Wonder Egg Priority) Match 32: "A Cruel Angel's Thesis" - Yoko Takahashi (Neon Genesis Evangelion) {VS} "Shinzou wo Sasageyo" - Linked Horizon (Attack on Titan)

#poll tournaments #poll tournament #anime music #tumblr polls #tumblr poll #anime #music #anime openings #anime op #anime op tournament #bracket updates #brackets

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honestlyboringperson · 10 months

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Name: Caitlyn Rosenberg

Age: 16

Wish: “Let me continue making my ideal please.”

Magic: Regeneration

Weapon: Chainsaw

Likes: Embroidery, Cats

Dislikes: Imperfection

Element: Light

Magia: Let’s Play Forever and Ever!

Teammates: None

Skill Level: Intermediate

Witch/Doppel: Stacy

A girl with a twisted mind. She desires an ideal life, and does so in a grotesque fashion, usually murder. She is known as the “Dollhouse Killer” due to how she arranges her victim’s bodies by sewing them into human dolls. She adores cute things, although they are more at risk of becoming a doll.

WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES MENTIONS OF MURDER AND ANIMAL DEATH. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.

BACKSTORY

A girl who comes from a broken family. She was an unwanted pregnancy and was called by her parents as their biggest regret. She was mentally and physically abused until she was at a breaking point. Her parents fought often, usually resulting in them fighting each other until they bled.

She adored cartoons as they portrayed a perfect life she desired. Loving parents and a stainless world. One day she met a small cat. She adored it and wanted to keep it but knew her parents would never allow it. Then it scratched her. She got a twisted idea inspired from the cartoons she loved.

She killed the creature and turned it into a doll.

Her parents continued to hurt her until she decided to turn them into her ideal parents, like her beloved cat. She murdered them and turned their bodies into dolls, sewing their mouths into a smile, tying ribbons on the bodies, and replacing their eyes with buttons. She was caught was about to be detained, so she wished to continue turning everything into her ideal.

She was released with no consequences and she continued to make her “ideal”. She was eeriely cheerful everywhere she went and if their was someone or something she wanted, she would kill them and turn them into one of her dolls. Her house was overflowing with the corpses of her victims.

Unknowingly to her, she had a witness to her murdering someone and sewing their body into a doll. When she came home, she was devastated, not because she was caught because due to her wish, the police don’t suspect her, but because they were taking her dolls away and she begged them not to.

Seeing her ideal life fall apart, she became a witch.

WITCH DESCRIPTION

STACY

The cat witch. Her nature is insincerity. This witch harbours two sides; the innocent cat and the aggressive and dangerous beast. She initially acts as the cat, harmlessly following around her victims in her barrier, but when they get close enough, she kills them brutally. She then turns them into a doll for her collection. She does this in order to play a pretend house with them. Anyone who disturbs her dolls, she won’t bother with getting you for her collection and instead turn you to mush and have her familiars sew your remains under the patchwork ground. Those who experienced intense pain and grief in their life can easily defeat her.

ANNABELLE

Minions of the cat witch. Their duty is to maintain the barrier. These little sprite like familiars run around the barrier sewing up new flowers and trees to maintain the feeling of peace and tranquility. They assist the witch in disposing those who disturbed her dolls by sewing their remains beneath the floor. They can sew the witch back together, so taking them out first is essential.

DOPPEL DESCRIPTION

“Oh! My friend is here!”

The doppel of insincerity. It takes the form of a cat. The master of this emotion harbours two distinct sides; cheerful and loving but also merciless and dangerous. This doppel reflects that duality by being reversible into two forms, that being an adorable kitten and a grotesque monster. It aids it’s master’s goal by not only helping her kill her victims but also quickly sewing them into a doll for their collection, and as such the master adores her doppel. It can use it’s needle like appendages to both sew their target down and quickly kill them, but due to the cloth like body of the doppel, it tears easily making it vulnerable to sharp weapons.

#tw animal dying #tw murder #madoka magica #magia record #pmmm #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica witch #puella magi chronicles #pmmm witches #magia record oc #pmmm oc #pmmm witch #madoka magika #madoka magica oc #puella magi oriko magica #oriko magica #magia record doppel #pmmm magia record

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annieartist03 · 1 year

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#magical girl raising project #magical girl raising project peaceful days of 16 magical girls #tama #light novel #art #fanart #drawing #anime #digital art #ibis paint x #manga

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rainbowmagicfairyfight · 9 months

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Rainbow Magic Fairy Fight

Round 1

Round 1: Abigail the Breeze Fairy, Addison the April Fool's Day Fairy, Adele the Singing Coach Fairy, Aisha the Astronaut Fairy, Aisha the Princess and the Pea Fairy, Alexa the Fashion Reporter Fairy, Alexandra the Royal Baby Fairy, Alice the Tennis Fairy, Alison the Art Fairy, Ally the Dolphin Fairy (August 16)

Round 2: Alyssa the Snow Queen Fairy, Amber the Orange Fairy, Amelia the Singing Fairy, Amelie the Seal Fairy, Amy the Amethyst Fairy, Angelica the Angel Fairy, Anna the Arctic Fox Fairy, Annabelle the Drawing Fairy, Annie the Detective Fairy, Anya the Cuddly Creatures Fairy (August 17)

Round 3: Aria the Synchro Fairy, Ariana the Firefighter Fairy, Ashley the Dragon Fairy, Autumn the Falling Leaves Fairy, Ava the Sunset Fairy, Bea the Buddha Day Fairy, Becky the Best Friend Fairy, Bella the Bunny Fairy, Belle the Birthday Fairy, Bethany the Ballet Fairy (August 18)

Round 4: Billie the Baby Goat Fairy, Blossom the Flower Girl Fairy, Bobbi the Bouncy Castle Fairy, Bonnie the Bike-Riding Fairy, Brianna the Bee Fairy, Brooke the Photographer Fairy, Caitlin the Ice Bear Fairy, Callie the Climbing Fairy, Camilla the Christmas Present Fairy, Cara the Camp Fairy (August 19)

Round 5: Cara the Coding Fairy, Carly the Schoolfriend Fairy, Carmen the Cheerleading Fairy, Carrie the Snow Cap Fairy, Catherine the Fashion Princess Fairy, Charles the Coronation Fairy, Charlie the Sunflower Fairy, Charlotte the Baby Princess Fairy, Chelsea the Chimpanzee Fairy, Chelsea the Congratulations Fairy (August 20)

Round 6: Cherry the Cake Fairy, Cheryl the Christmas Tree Fairy, Chloe the Topaz Fairy, Chrissie the Wish Fairy, Clare the Caring Fairy, Claudia the Accessories Fairy, Coco the Cupcake Fairy, Coral the Reef Fairy, Courtney the Clownfish Fairy, Crystal the Snow Fairy (August 21)

Round 7: Daisy the Festival Fairy, Danielle the Daisy Fairy, Danni the Drum Fairy, Darcey the Dance Diva Fairy, Debbie the Duckling Fairy, Deena the Diwali Fairy, Demi the Dressing-Up Fairy, Destiny the Pop Star Fairy, Edie the Garden Fairy, Eleanor the Snow White Fairy (August 22)

Round 8: Elisa the Adventure Fairy, Elisha the Eid Fairy, Elizabeth the Jubilee Fairy, Ella the Rose Fairy, Elle the Thumbelina Fairy, Ellen the Explorer Fairy, Ellie the Guitar Fairy, Elodie the Lamb Fairy, Elsa the Mistletoe Fairy, Elsie the Engineer Fairy (August 23)

Round 9: Emily the Emerald Fairy, Emma the Easter Fairy, Erin the Firebird Fairy, Esme the Ice Cream Fairy, Esther the Kindness Fairy, Etta the Elephant Fairy, Eva the Enchanted Ball Fairy, Evelyn the Mermicorn Fairy, Evie the Mist Fairy, Faith the Cinderella Fairy (August 24)

Round 10: Fatima the Face-Painting Fairy, Felicia the Fidget Toy Fairy, Fern the Green Fairy, Fiona the Flute Fairy, Fizz the Fireworks Fairy, Flora the Fancy Dress Fairy, Florence the Friendship Fairy, Frances the Royal Family Fairy, Francesca the Football Fairy, Frankie the Make-up Fairy (August 25)

Round 11: Frenchie the Bulldog Fairy, Freya the Friday Fairy, Gabby the Bubble Gum Fairy, Gemma the Gymnastics Fairy, Georgia the Guinea Pig Fairy, Giselle the Christmas Ballet Fairy, Goldie the Sunshine Fairy, Grace the Glitter Fairy, Greta the Earth Fairy, Gwen the Beauty and the Beast Fairy (August 26)

Round 12: Hana the Hanukkah Fairy, Hannah the Happy Ever After Fairy, Harper the Confidence Fairy, Harriet the Hamster Fairy, Hayley the Rain Fairy, Heather the Violet Fairy, Heidi the Vet Fairy, Helen the Sailing Fairy, Helena the Horseriding Fairy, Holly the Christmas Fairy (August 27)

Round 13: Honey the Sweet Fairy, Hope the Welcome Fairy, Imogen the Ice Dance Fairy, India the Moonstone Fairy, Isabella the Air Fairy, Isla the Ice Star Fairy, Ivy the Worry Fairy, Izzy the Indigo fairy, Jacinda the Peace Fairy, Jade the Disco Fairy (August 28)

Round 14: Jae the Boy Band Fairy, Jasmine the Present Fairy, Jayda the Snowboarding Fairy, Jessica the Jazz Fairy, Jessie the Lyrics Fairy, Josie the Jewellery-Making Fairy, Jude the Librarian Fairy, Julia the Sleeping Beauty Fairy, Juliet the Valentine Fairy, Kat the Jungle Fairy (August 29)

Round 15: Kate the Royal Wedding Fairy, Kathryn the PE Fairy, Katie the Kitten Fairy, Kayla the Pottery Fairy, Keiko the Diving Fairy, Keira the Film Star Fairy, Kimberley the Koala Fairy, Kimi the Bubble Tea Fairy, Kitty the Tiger Fairy, Konnie the Christmas Cracker Fairy (August 30)

Round 16: Kylie the Carnival Fairy, Lacey the Little Mermaid Fairy, Lara the Black Cat Fairy, Lauren the Puppy Fairy, Layla the Candyfloss Fairy, Layne the Surfing Fairy, Leah the Theatre Fairy, Leahann the Birthday Present Fairy, Leona the Unicorn Fairy, Lexi the Firefly Fairy (August 31)

Round 17: Li the Labrador Fairy, Libby the Story-Writing Fairy, Lila and Myla the Twins Fairies, Lily the Rainforest Fairy, Lindsay the Luck Fairy, Lisa the Jelly Bean Fairy, Lizzie the Sweet Treats Fairy, Lois the Balloon Fairy, Lola the Fashion Show Fairy, Lottie the Lollipop Fairy (September 1)

Round 18: Louise the Lily Fairy, Lucy the Diamond Fairy, Lulu the Lifeguard Fairy, Luna the Loom Band Fairy, Lydia the Reading Fairy, Maddie the Playtime Fairy, Madeleine the Cookie Fairy, Madison the Magic Show Fairy, Maisie the Moonbeam Fairy, Mara the Meerkat Fairy (September 2)

Round 19: Mariana the Goldilocks Fairy, Marissa the Science Fairy, Martha the Doctor Fairy, Mary the Sharing Fairy, Maryam the Nurse Fairy, Maya the Harp Fairy, Megan the Monday Fairy, Meghan the Wedding Sparkle Fairy, Melissa the Sports Fairy, Melodie the Music Fairy (September 3)

Round 20: Mia the Bridesmaid Fairy, Michelle the Winter Wonderland Fairy, Miley the Stylist Fairy, Milly the River Fairy, Mimi the Laughter Fairy, Molly the Goldfish Fairy, Monica the Marshmallow Fairy, Morgan the Midnight Fairy, Naomi the Netball Fairy, Natalie the Christmas Stocking Fairy (September 4)

Round 21: Niamh the Invitation Fairy, Nicki the Holiday Camp Fairy, Nina the Birthday Cake Fairy, Nur the Vlogger Fairy, Olivia the Orchid Fairy, Orla the Inventor Fairy, Padma the Pirate Fairy, Paige the Pantomime Fairy, Paloma the Dodgems Fairy, Pandora the Poodle Fairy (September 5)

Round 22: Paula the Pumpkin Fairy, Pearl the Cloud Fairy, Penelope the Foal Fairy, Penny the Pony Fairy, Perrie the Paramedic Fairy, Phoebe the Fashion Fairy, Pia the Penguin Fairy, Pippa the Poppy Fairy, Polly the Party Fun Fairy, Poppy the Piano Fairy (September 6)

Round 23: Priya the Polar Bear Fairy, Rae the Rollercoaster Fairy, Rebecca the Rock 'n' Roll Fairy, Rihanna the Seahorse Fairy, Riley the Skateboarding Fairy, Rita the Frog Princess Fairy, Rita the Rollerskating Fairy, Robyn the Christmas Party Fairy, Rochelle the Star Spotter Fairy, Rosalie the Rapunzel Fairy (September 7)

Round 24: Rosie the Honey Bear Fairy, Roxie the Baking Fairy, Ruby the Red Fairy, Ruth the Red Riding Hood Fairy, Sabrina the Sweet Dreams Fairy, Sadie the Saxophone Fairy, Samantha the Swimming Fairy, Samira the Superhero Fairy, Sara the Party Games Fairy, Sarah the Sunday Fairy (September 8)

Round 25: Sasha the Slime Fairy, Saskia the Salsa Fairy, Savannah the Zebra Fairy, Scarlett the Garnet Fairy, Selena the Sleepover Fairy, Selma the Snow Leopard Fairy, Seren the Sausage Dog Fairy, Shannon the Ocean Fairy, Shelley the Sherbet Fairy, Sianne the Butterfly Fairy (September 9)

Round 26: Sienna the Saturday Fairy, Sky the Blue Fairy, Skyler the Fireworks Fairy, Sophia the Snow Swan Fairy, Sophie the Sapphire Fairy, Soraya the Skiing Fairy, Stella the Star Fairy, Storm the Lightning Fairy, Summer the Holiday Fairy, Sunny the Yellow Fairy (September 10)

Round 27: Susie the Sister Fairy, Tallulah the Tuesday Fairy, Tamara the Tooth Fairy, Taylor the Talent Show Fairy, Teri the Trampolining Fairy, Thea the Thursday Fairy, Tia the Tulip Fairy, Tiana the Toy Fairy, Tilly the Teacher Fairy, Trixie the Halloween Fairy (September 11)

Round 28: Tyra the Dress Designer Fairy, Una the Concert Fairy, Vanessa the Dance Steps Fairy, Victoria the Violin Fairy, Violet the Painting Fairy, Whitney the Whale Fairy, Willow the Wednesday Fairy, Yasmeen the Canoeing Fairy, Yasmin the Night Owl Fairy, Zadie the Sewing Fairy (September 12)

Round 29: Zainab the Squishy Toy Fairy, Zara the Starlight Fairy, Zoe the Skating Fairy (September 13)

#rainbow magic fairy fight #rainbow magic fairies

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I just reread Peter Pan and Wendy and now I really want to write “Peter gets dragged kicking and screaming into growing up a little bit at a time against his will and then there’s Wendy and what the hell is a kiss?” and “oops, I guess I’m actually some immortal fae creature stuffed into some rando kid’s body and if either me or Hook dies for realz Neverland will too but we’re both really getting bored here we need fresh blood” and “I was kidnapped from India by a wealthy British woman who tried to remove every last bit of who I was (culture, childhood, every last thing) and that’s why I left fuck her white savior bullshit I’d rather be a child forever than ever grow up into what she wanted me to be” and “yeah he’s my mortal enemy and I’ll feed him to the crock given the chance, but we always make time for tea, gossip, and a wee bit of philosophy every day between swordfights”

But also “creepy af feral magic teen boy wears his own baby teeth on a necklace seeking a someone willing to roleplay being his mother and the ever-so-slightly unhinged teen girl ready to teach him manners if it’s the last thing she does and it’s like Twilight if Twilight was actually a self-aware toxic romance set in a world of mermaids and fairies and pirates”

And “Wendy’s great-granddaughter (who is also named Wendy) puts her foot down and refuses to play Mother to Peter and flips her shit over the generational trauma he unknowingly created before striking out on her own until he genuinely apologizes, then they have adventures as platonic bffs”

And “no one stays dead in Neverland for long, unfortunately”

And “Wendy asks Peter to stay and he says yes, but gets instant buyer’s remorse and has to do a lot of soul searching before deciding whether or not he is or will ever be ready to grow up or if he will return to the land of make-believe... While Wendy has to decide if he’s even worth her energy or if she should just let him go”

AND “Peter dies at the beginning and transfers the title of Pan to Wendy who will make everyone LIVE in HARMONY so help her GOD- THERE WILL BE PEACE ON MY ISLAND NO IFS ANDS OR BUTS- and Hook really wants Peter back because hyper-competent 16 year old Wendy Pan with a god complex is SO MUCH WORSE than a cocky little 8 year old chaos gremlin with memory problems so he has to figure out how to resurrect the boy to beat the monster he accidentally created”

AND- AND- AND-

#peter pan #I'm so full of stories #and none of them will see the light of day

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countrymusiclover · 11 months

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15 - Esther's Ritual

Part 16

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Three chapters in a day. I can't believe I managed it 😁

Esther and I walked through the middle of the woods which makes me nervous considering the last time I went off with someone like this I had the possibility of dying. She stopped when we reached a witch house and I saw that Finn was standing there watching us. “So what exactly are we doing out here and what does this have to do with helping your children?”

“We are out here to perform the spell when the moon rises in the sky. It will be a celestial event but I can not control all that power on my own. Which is why I need you and a few other witches to assist.” She explains where I heard leaves breaking so I turned in the direction seeing two dark skinned girls walking towards us.

The younger one with straight black hair stopped in her tracks eyeing me with a weird look. “You’re the siphon witch. I wasn’t expecting to meet you like this.”

“And who are you?” I knitted my brows together in confusion.

The older one raises her hand introducing herself. “I’m Abby and this is my daughter Bonnie. We’re Bennett witches. What bloodline are you related to?”

“Gemini. I’m Raelyn Lane. But I am not a full witch. I can only siphon magic from others.” I tucked hair behind my ear spinning the blue jewelry.

Esther explains interrupting our conversation. “Bennett witches, thank you for coming. I could think of no better allies than the woman who sent Mikael into his long sleep and the girl who fought Niklaus so bravely.”

Abby asked her. “ Why exactly did you invite us here?”

“You are the descendants of the witch Ayana. She was a great mentor of mine, and I think it's only fitting that I draw from her bloodline.” She told them where I knitted my brows together knowing that it meant she was doing a very powerful spell if she needed three other witches.

Bonnie spoke up. “So are you channeling our ancestors?”

Esther added onto her question. ��I draw from the entirety of the Bennett bloodline, living and dead. The connection affords me great power, although it is somewhat difficult to maintain, which is why I require you, mother and daughter, the bloodline made manifest. Tonight, my sisters, we shall bring peace to the spirits of nature that we serve, and for that, I thank you.” She took their hands in hers leaving them to follow Finn inside to prepare.

She turned to follow him seeing that I hadn’t moved from my current spot. “I will need you to join us, Raelyn or are you not coming?”

“I am not on the current update of spells. But I can tell that a spell that requires you to channel all the living and dead witches of one bloodline cannot be good. So I have to ask, "What exactly is this spell you are doing?” I asked backing away from the original witch in slight fear but tried to remain calm since Finn could hear my heartbeat.

She made a face at me reaching for my hand. “I have upset the balance of nature. This spell tonight will fix what I have done.”

“That doesn’t answer my question though. What is the spell supposed to do exactly, Esther?” I pressed on holding one hand on my necklace wishing that I had Kol to help me turn my necklace into a magic source before this happened.

The witch stomps forward grabbing my hands in hers beginning to channel my magic from me. “It will turn my children back into humans and then I will end them. Now if you don’t mind Raelyn…Coinunctum est vita.”

“What the hell are you channeling me!” I yanked my hands from hers quickly siphoning some of the power she contained in her veins. “Ossox…” I attempted to snap her neck but nothing happened.

She smirked, raising her hands. “They are against nature, girl. As are you! Per se qui e fractal tor, per se qui e total toi-“

“Phasmatos incendia circulum.” I cut her off quickly creating a circle of fire around her where she jumped away until she was standing in the middle. “I haven’t done anything to you. Why would you murder your own children?”

The original witch follows me around the circle with anger in her voice. “I have watched them all spill too much blood and live far too long. As for you no one should have as much power as you possess in your veins. I can’t let you and my children roam this Earth any longer. Naomia exum solvos.” She made the flame circle disappear.

“Silencio - ah!” I almost made her be silent and not able to perform another spell until someone vamped behind me biting into my neck lightly making me scream.

Esther raised her hand signaling her oldest son behind me. “Don’t bite her anymore, Finn. I can handle her from here.” She grabbed my face in her hands, mumbling one last spell before I passed out. “Corposris impetus…you should have helped me. I just might have spared you.”

By the time I opened my eyes again it was nightfall and I was in the middle of a circle with five torches burning around me. Lifting my head up I winced pressing a hand on my neck drawing my hand back seeing blood pouring out slowly making me light headed. “Crap that’s not good.”

Footsteps came towards me where I scotted upright yanking the small stake thankfully still hidden inside my boot. Hiding it behind my back I saw that it was Finn and Esther. “Can I kill her now, mother?”

“No. I’ll Handle the girl on my own once the spell is complete.” She instructed him looking back over her shoulder. “I must speak with the Bennett witches. Watch her until I return.”

Closing my eyes while Finn had his back turned to me I mumbled under my breath as quietly as I could needing to do a mind spell knowing that Klaus and I were still linked so hopefully he would find me before she killed them all. “Dic mihi, hva du vet-“

“What did you say, girl?” Finn asked, looking over at me.

Quickly coming up with a snarky reply to him. “Rot in hell, vampire. Klaus doesn’t deserve to die!”

“Oh don’t worry you will be joining him shortly after, bitch.” He growls, turning back the way he was.

Shutting my eyes trying to focus my racing mind on the hybrid I began the spell again repeating it over and over. “Dic mihi, hva du vet…..Dic mihi, hva du vet - Ah Klaus!” I screamed when Finn yanked me by my hair, choking me by the throat making me drop the stake that was in my other hand.

All the way back in the middle of town Klaus was close to tearing Damon apart for trying to kill Kol until Elijah came to the scene. “Leave him! We still need him, Niklaus.”

Klaus tilted his head at his brother. “What did mother do? What did she do, Elijah?” He gasped grabbing his head feeling pain for a brief moment until an image flashed through his mind.

“Dic mihi, hva du vet…..Dic mihi, hva du vet - Ah Klaus!” She screamed in his ear when Finn yanked her by her hair choking her by the throat.

Elijah quickly walked over to his brother grabbing his shoulder. “What happened, Niklaus?”

“It’s Rae….agh….our mother has her.” He gasped finally, shaking away the pain vamping in the direction of the woods, not bothering to wait for his brothers when the girl he cared about was on the line.

Clawing at Finn’s hand wrapped around my throat I was struggling for breath when Esther came back seeing what was happening. “I told you not to kill!”

“She was trying to escape, mother. This will ensure that she doesn’t try to stop us.” Finn fought his mother seconds before I heard three whooshing sounds seeing Elijah, Kol and Klaus standing outside the circle of salt.

Esther notices them. “My sons, come forward.”

Finn responded, still holding me in the air by my neck where I was close to black out. “Stay beside me.”

Esther reassured him by taking Finn’s hand right before he dropped me onto the dirt. “It's ok. They can't enter.”

Kol attempted to enter but it only caused the fire torches to grow higher and push him back. “That's lovely. We are stuck out here while the favorite son plays sacrificial lamb. How pathetic you are, Finn.”

“Be quiet, Kol. Your brother knows virtue you cannot even imagine.” She told him blankly.

Holding myself up on my hands and knees my vision was starting to blur in front of me. I could feel the blood coming from my neck and my neck was bruised for sure. “Nik….you got my message.” I croaked out crying in both fear and happiness.

“I did, Rae.” He stepped closer to the ring but the flames grew once more where he raised his hand stumbling backwards. “I’m going to get you out of there, I promise.”

Elijah glanced in my direction then went back to his mother. “Whatever you think of us, killing your own children would be an atrocity.”

Esther spat not fazed at what she was doing to them and to me. “My only regret is that I did no let you die a thousand years ago.”

“Enough. All this talk is boring me. End this now, mother, or I'll send you back to hell.” Klaus threatens her walking up to the edge of the line with his gaze shifting to my direction seeing that I was struggling. He could hear my heartbeat close to dying down. “But not before I tear you limb from limb for hurting her!”

Esther stepped closer to the edge knowing that they couldn’t get inside. “For a thousand years, I've been forced to watch you, felt the pain of every victim, suffered while you shed blood. Even you, Elijah, with your claim to nobility you're no better. All of you... you're a curse on this earth stretched out over generations. If you've come to plead for your life... I'm sorry. You've wasted your time.”

“Klaus, I need you to listen to me. I wish we had more time together. Because you are honestly everything I never knew I could have. I…I don’t know what I feel for you but I deeply care about you. So go live your life for me…Magia tollux de terras.” I started crying imagining that I never got to truly be with him. But he needed to live more than I did so that Caroline and the others could.

Klaus vamped forward not caring that the flames grew banging on the magical barrier crying some strong tears for me. “Raelyn! No, no, Rae. Don’t you dare do anything. Stop it, Rae….I deeply care for you too…”

“Magia tollux de terras……Magia tollux de terras.” I grunted forcing myself to my feet stumbling around with blood falling down onto my clothes as I walked towards Finn and Esther.

Grabbing Finn by his shoulder I limped in between the pair gripping Esther by the forearm where she winced sharply staring down at my red hand on both her and her son. “What the hell are you doing, girl!”

“Magia tollux de terras!” I declared gasping sharply feeling her energy running through her, but it was a lot more than I was ever used to. My eyes began rolling to the back of my head and I coughed out some blood from my mouth and nose. Black veins were appearing on my hands drawing her magical source from her.

Klaus banged the barrier again hearing my heart almost giving out. “Raelyn, stop it. You have to let go before it kills you - Raelyn!”

Esther begins to panic, feeling her magic going somewhere else. “No. Sisters, do not abandon me!”

“Mother!” The flames are stronger and Finn catches Esther vamping them away.

Once they were gone I couldn’t stand on my own where I collapsed onto the dirt and salt beneath me. My blonde hair was dirty and stained with blood from where my neck was still bleeding from Finn’s bite. Someone vamped forward lifting my head where I struggled to meet the blue gaze of the hybrid. “Rae, Rae, hey, hey. Look at me please. I need you to keep your eyes open for me.”

“Nik…” I wrapped my fingers around one of his wrists, not able to keep my eyes open any longer.

He bit into his other wrist, shoving it into my mouth not caring to waste a second. “Drink Rae. Drink now, I need you. Raelyn!” I gulped down what I could before I passed out in his arms with my heart fading off briefly.

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