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The Chain and the No Good, Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Day: Chapter 2: Who’s Not Dead? Sound off.
“Something wrong Pup?” Twilight flinched when his Uncle caught him on his phone. He put it away giving his apologies, knowing he needed to refocus on their post battle meeting. “As I was saying, while individually all of you are strong. Today it was clear that we still have a lot to work on as a team.”
Despite the tense lecture, the bubbly girl behind Time came out with manila folders for each of them. “While sadly I couldn’t include my normal visual evidence of your performances, I still made sure to include as much detail as possible in writing.”
There was a part of Twilight that wanted to tell Linkle that someone else had taken that position this go around. Yet he kept that to himself. No need to add on another lecture about keeping their identities a secret to civilians. That was their number one rule here after all.
Time sighed but let the girl show her enthusiasm in the little ways that she could. She wasn’t on the battlefield with them but there was no need to crush the girl’s spirit. Especially when she tended to be the moral support the boys needed on bad days such as this one.
“We’re lucky today was only Vaati on the field.” Time massaged the spot between his eyebrows. “If Ghirahim was there, or worse, they somehow find a way to tolerate each other and actually work together then we’d all be in trouble.”
“Hey!!!” A pink blur rushed at time pointing to Wolfie who was resting on Twi’s shoulder “if he wasn’t so quick to rush in we would have been fine!” The small bunny chibi was pouting.
“Maybe if you were faster on your feet Little Rabbit, I wouldn’t have had to come and save your hide.” Wolfie was quick to bark back.
Lupine scoffed, “Why you-“
“Enough you two.” The voice now came from Sky as perched on top of his head was his own little chibi self. A knight dressed in green and gold.“This is exactly what he was talking about.”
“Again, Vaati can control as many puppet civilians as he wants. Those are easy for you boys to deal with individually.” Time repeated himself, in the vain hope that it would stick in some of their heads. “But if this is how it’s going to be with Vaati, I’m concerned about how you boys plan to defeat Ghirahim the next time he brings about his hoard of monsters. I pray they don’t figure out how to turn their puppet civilians into monsters.”
“Since there were some casualties today I’ll let you all go for now.” Time continued on. “But training will be rescheduled for tomorrow at 3 pm. Wind would be joining us again. Hyrule pay close attention to your injuries, we don’t want to strain Mari anymore than they already are.” And just like that, Time left the Heroes alone to themselves.
“Since there were some casualties today I’ll let you all go for now.” Time continued on. “But training will be rescheduled for tomorrow at 3 pm. Wind would be joining us again. Hyrule pay close attention to your injuries, we don’t want to strain Mari anymore than they already are.” And just like that, Time left the Heroes alone to themselves.
“What’s got you all smiley at your phone?” Warrior grinned, leaning over Twilight’s shoulder. “A girl?”
There was a blush on Twilight on his face when a familiar face popped into his head but he shook it off as fast as he could. He didn’t want to make Wild suspicious. “It was my coworker Enno. They have a picture of your wipe out.”
Warrior’s face paled. “They do not. You didn’t send it to them.”
“You’re right, I didn’t. I wouldn’t dare.” Twilight crossed his arms. “They sent it to me.”
Warrior stood up in a flash and Twilight followed him, using his extra inch of height to his advantage. Was it childish? Yes. Did he care? No.
Somewhere behind him he could hear Wolfie cackling and Warrior’s guardian fly over where they promptly started to wrestle each other, the energy from both of them feeding into Warrior and Twilight as they both took a step closer to each other.
“Fight me, Pretty Boy.” Twilight smirked.
“I’ll take you on any day, Country Bumpkin. Don’t test me.” Warrior smirked back.
Wild’s phone rings, breaking their attentions and shutting both of them up.
Wild stands and answers it. “Pinky? What’s up?”
There’s some concerned yelling that Twilight can pick up from the speaker. Twilight can feel another blush begin to blossom on his face and steps away from Warrior entirely. He’s fully intent on leaving the meeting room entirely as Wild talks to his sister. Her phone number has been washed off of his arm at this point but it sits heavily in his phone. The very weight of the idea that he could talk to her anytime sits in his pocket like a stone.
“There is a girl.” Warrior mutters his breath. He’s impressed. Warrior is typically wrong about his jokingly romantic guesses when it comes to Twi but to know that there’s someone who’s caught their farm boy’s eye... Well none of them knew if it was ever going to happen.
“I’m dead.” Hyrule groans. “I’d like to stay but I feel dead.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Legend sighs and begins to help the boy out of his chair, picking up the little puppet doll affectionately called Mari. He helped Hyrule get to his feet and more or less had to drag the other out the door. “We gotta get you home anyway. And maybe some soup in your stomach or something.”
“I’m tired.” Hyrule groans again. “I wanna go home.”
“We’ll get you home.”
“...Yay…”
“Poor ‘Rulie…” Four sighed and stretched, getting out of his chair and pushing it back in like the gentleman his father was trying to raise. “That arguably was probably the worst he’s ever performed. It’s just a good thing that he was able to heal the city or else we would have had hell to pay.”
“Agreed.” Sky sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He already had to start planning his midterm or he was going to be weeks behind in work. Where was the coffee god when he needed them? “We can’t keep going on like this or we’re going to get not just a bad rep but on the press’s bad side. Once we get on their bad side they're going to do all that they can to make our lives a living hell even if we’re trying to stop it from freezing over.”
“You look like you’re already living through it.” Four comments with a small smile.
“College is hell.” Sky hits his head on the table and stays there.
A sigh was heard from above Sky’s head and Four looked up every so slightly to see the sleepy man’s guardian sit on his head. “I told you to go to bed earlier.”
“I have work to do Leo.” Sky groaned into the table. “Aren’t you the one who keeps telling me to get my work done?”
“You have to manage your time better.”
“There’s not enough hours in the day to do all that you’re asking me.”
Four snorts and shakes his head. “I have a shoot in two hours, so I gotta go.”
“Mr. Actor over here finally got the part!” A little purple haired guardian shouted from his hiding spot. “So he’s gonna be a super star!”
“Shadow, let’s go!” Four called over his shoulder.
Warrior nodded as another one of them left the room. “Good for him.”
“At least something is going right.” Sky muttered and sat up, stretching as it would solve all his problems. “I have an exam in an hour.”
“Didn’t the semester just start?” Warrior raises an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Sky deadpanned. “Kill me.”
Warrior snorts but waves his hand in reply. “Good luck.”
“I wish I were dead!”
“No, you don’t.” Leo sighs again. “Otherwise you wouldn't see that coffee barista sent from heaven itself.”
Warrior’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
Two guys of the group have people on their minds… and it’s the ones they never thought were gonna get a relationship. One’s a workaholic juggling three jobs and working toward a vet tech degree and the other is on the verge of college burnout. There’s a betting pool every semester that he’s gonna drop out.
He hasn’t yet.
Obviously.
But Sky’s getting there.
That being said, Four reminded Warrior of something he already had planned as well. “I gotta bounce too! I also have a shoot!”
“Take care Captain!” Time waves him off when he comes back into the room. “Is Linkle going with you?”
“Nope! She drove here herself. I have to go-”
“Fix up your sorry mug.” Twilight snorted the minute Warrior stepped outside. “God knows why you get paid to show it off.”
“Because I was God’s gift to mankind. This face is the very proof of a divine existence.” Warrior winked and began to walk away.
Twilight rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out playfully. In his peripheral he saw Wild having an ongoing conversation on his phone, no doubt still talking to his sister. The idea made Twilight feel warm and nervous.
“Did something happen, Pup?”
Twilight jumped and slammed his head on the door of his car. He whipped his head to look at his uncle. Eyes wide and heart pounding, he wasn’t even aware Time was laughing at him until he saw the hand over Time’s mouth. “Uhh… no.”
He said. You know-- like a liar.
“Then care to tell me what was so important on your phone to ignore what I was saying?” Time raised an eyebrow. “I heard it was your coworker. Enno, right? Are they ok?”
Twilight nodded. “They wanted to send an image they found of Apollo wiping out.”
“Ah...” Time crossed his arms, a serious look crossing over his face. “And that couldn’t wait until the briefing was done?”
“It’s not like they know.” Twilight tried to defend himself. “If I didn’t respond they would have suspected something was up.”
Time stared at Twilight longer than he was comfortable with before he turned on his heel. “Send it to me.”
Twilight could have cheered.
“Ok, yeah, I’ll pick you up.” Wild walked over and clapped Twilight on the shoulder. “Ok, bye Pinky. I promise I was nowhere near the attack. Not even to take pictures. Bye. Love you too. I’ll be there soon.”
Twilight gulped and tried to hide the way he was biting his lip. To be so close and yet so far from her-
“Wild!” Wolfie groaned and flopped on top of the younger boy’s head. “I wanna talk to your sister!’
Twilight swatted at his guardian, smacking the little guy halfway across the ranch.
Wild pocketed his phone and raised an eyebrow at Twilight. “I was gonna ask if you could take me home or if I was on my own, but you just answered my question before I could ask it. Come on Cal, let’s-”
“I can drive you.” Twilight blurted.
“I think I’ll take my chances by transforming.” Wild rolled his eyes and waved goodbye. “I’ll tell Pinky how scared you were during the attack.”
“No!” Wolfie cried out. “She has to think we’re cool!”
“You never were!” Cal yelled back.
“Cal, hero up!” Wild yelled and there was a flash of bright light.
Twilight took his phone out and took a picture before Champion could magic his way away.
Pinky’s little name popped up on the top of his phone with a message. The first one between them.
Twilight gulped and touched the notification. It opened up his message app and he pulled up his keyboard.
Twilight didn’t know how to feel about that. He didn’t want there to be any divisions between family, especially when his best friend was involved but at the same time…. He knew why Wild had to keep secrets and he didn’t know any other way to fix it. He might mention to Wild to keep things a bit more honest for the sake of his relationship with his sister but…
Twilight took a breath and he pressed call.
He held up the device to his ear and waited for it to dial.
“Hello?” Her voice came through the speaker and Twilight couldn’t help the soft smile- borderline bashful expression that grew on his face.
“Hey. Everything ok?” Twilight kicked the dirt a bit with the tip of his shoe. “You seemed anxious.”
“I…” Pinky sighed and Twilight’s heart ached for her. “I’m very protective of him. There was a lot from the accident that we had to work through... He was a whole new person when he woke up. There was a lot of talk from everyone and just… I was the only one he really remembered, you know? I ended up being his protector. I think I’m just being paranoid.”
Twilight made a sound of acknowledgment and nodded even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “Wild is a good guy. He can handle himself.”
“I know.” She spoke again, her voice quiet and resigned. “Old habits die hard I guess.”
“I… know how you feel.” Twilight admitted and he waved his hand to fight away Wolfie from tackling his phone.
“You do?”
“Yup.” Twilight popped the ‘p’. “I have a little brother too. His name is Colin but he’s in middle school right now.”
“Big age difference.”
“I’m also adopted, remember?” Twilight blushed at the admission. It was never something that bothered him. He didn’t know what it was that was making him act like a shy school boy when this was supposed to be a simple conversation.
“Oh yeah! You told me about him.” Pinky seemed to brighten a little. “What’s the rest of your family like then?”
“A bit like yours to be honest.”
“What?”
“The ears--”
“You’re joking!” She laughed a bit. “What are the odds? Are we opposites or something?”
“Hi Joking, I’m serious.” Twilight found himself laughing slightly as well. There was a bit of a surge of confidence. “Besides, opposites attract don’t you know?”
The laugh he got on the other side of the call was worth the minor embarrassment he felt at saying that line. He took one second to compose himself before he glared at Wolfie, the little brat sending him a cheeky wink in response.
“You’re welcome.” Wolfie whispered just beyond the phone’s microphone.
“I like you.” Pinky said when she calmed down. “You know what? I feel better, thank you.”
“Ah-” Twilight couldn’t help the stupid grin on his face that grew. “Any time.”
“I just need to calm down. He’s actually on his way over.” She said and Twilight could feel the way her stance relaxed. “I know it’s just a problem I’m dealing with. I don’t want him to get sick of me or anything. I don’t want to be too overbearing either.”
“I think your concerns are valid.” Twilight offered. “He’s your brother. You want what’s best for him.”
“The question is though, if it’s the same thing that it used to be… or if I’m even able to provide it.” She sighed once more. “I love him to bits. I can’t help it.”
Twilight’s heart was pounding and he leaned back against his truck. It was old and beat up but it still drove around well enough. “That’s not a bad thing. Worse comes to worse and you need to talk to him about it. How bad can it be?”
“I know.” She chuffed and then she said, “Thank you Link.”
A blush bloomed on the boy in question’s face. The fact that she had used his real name so casually had taken him by surprise. It was nice to hear after so long of being with this group of so many others with the same name. He had forgotten about it occasionally.
“Hello?”
He blinked and came back to himself. “Uh, yeah! Sorry! I’m still here. You’re welcome.”
“You ok?”
He stalled and cradled his phone closer to his cheek. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s just… You said my name is all.”
A pause on her end. “...Was I… not supposed to?”
“No!” He shouted before covering his mouth. Ignoring the minor embarrassment from his outburst, he continued. “No, you’re fine. It’s fine. It’s just been a while. It… It was nice.”
“Well then, I’ll just have to call you that more often then.” He could hear her cheeky smile.
He coughed, trying to get himself in order and ignore the way it played with his heart strings. “No problem.”
No, his voice did not crack.
“Oh, Wildcat’s here! I’ll see you around Link. Thanks for calling.” She giggled a bit. “Bye.”
“Bye-bye.” He said, and looked at his phone screen just in time to see her hang up. He gulped and placed the phone over his heart, the traitorous thing refusing to calm down under his willpower.
Woflie sighed next to his ear and flopped on his shoulder. “She’s so cute. She’s so nice. I want to kiss her and hold her and--”
Twilight knocked him off without remorse.
Time laughed a bit and it was then that Twilight remembered that he wasn’t alone.
Sitting up with something akin to horror all over his face, Twilight looked at his uncle. “You saw nothing.”
“When do we get to meet her?”
“Uncle!”
“Soon! Hopefully! I want to talk to her more and bring her over and marry her-!”
“WOFLIE!!!”
Time laughed, hearty and loud, much to his nephews' chagrin. He could remember being young and in love and the amount of work he had to put in to get over himself and marry the love of his life, Malon.
He wonders if this would be similar, he can only wish his nephew the best. “Stay there for a sec, Pup.”
Time walked into the house for a brief moment. Coming back out with a dark brown leather jacket. “Here.” The older man threw the jacket to his nephew. “For luck.”
#Omurice#Strawberry Milk#Lu x oc?#not really Lu x Reader#Monkey Bread#idk if i should tag this as LU or not still
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HEYYY THANK YOU GUYS FOR 300+ !!! its been a lil crazy seeing all the love and support my art has been getting on here I genuinely appreciate it my art is super important to me so it makes me happy others enjoy it too ❤️
I wanted to celebrate with something self indulgent so these are my jttw ocs I have a lot more art of them but I’m very shy when it comes to my ocs but imma try to be more open about them this year hopefully 😅
Hiding this cause this art is very rough but I wanted to share the first art I made when I finally got their designs down this isn’t cleaned up at all so I apologize 🙈
#they are so important to me so please be nice to them but I don’t mind any criticism!!#I want to improve them as I improve on my story for these two#pronouns for lu is they/them and for sun is he/she/they#and yes they are married :)#journey to the west#jttw au#jttw oc#jttw sun wukong#jttw six eared macaque#sun wukong#six eared macaque#sun wukong x macaque#shadowpeach#(? technically)
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ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.
content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.
warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.
notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?
i'll eat them. omnom
LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.
When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.
(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)
(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)
It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.
Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.
He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.
Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).
What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.
When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.
(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)
(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)
A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.
He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,— not in the same way you did when you were younger— he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.
During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.
The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.
He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.
The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-planned— even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.
You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.
You'd already given him a large snack earlier.
The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.
He takes a bite of it gratefully.
"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."
You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.
"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.
"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"
Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.
He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.
He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.
Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.
You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (— then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)
Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.
He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.
Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.
ARAM is often humbled in your abode.
He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.
He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).
Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.
He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your world— and one cannot live peacefully without the other.
Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.
("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."
(You never had the heart to ask again.)
He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.
His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.
It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.
It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.
When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.
He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.
He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.
Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.
The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.
He craves more.
The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.
Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.
He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.
You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and said— and to an extent, he was.
He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.
You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.
"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"
He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.
He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.
(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)
(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)
Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.
You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."
"Did I look ill before?"
You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.
The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.
"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."
And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.
He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."
#there's a mental health stat for link in oot/mm now.#the only way to keep it up (and him in good shape) is to go back and visit his s/o's house often and interact with them <3#(you are immediately entered into one of those cutscenes with the grandma that tells the story of the giants from majoras mask-- but instead#of only telling you stories; you get to watch them do domestic things)#unless sky and wind have some photos dropped that reveal they have fat cheeks 2 im never doing this again#i am my oc. my ocs love language is food. i cannot cook.#elvira's notebook#legend of zelda x reader#loz x reader#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#ocarina of time x reader#majora's mask x reader#mm x reader#x reader#link x reader#fierce deity x reader#legend of zelda link x reader#loz link x reader#legend of zelda fierce deity x reader#loz fierce deity x reader#linked universe link x reader#lu link x reader#linked universe fierce deity x reader#lu fierce deity x reader#time x reader#legend of zelda time x reader#loz time x reader#linked universe time x reader#lu time x reader
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ghoap or ur favorite ship (can be oc/char too) as chicks🐤
hv good day :3
NIKPRICE IS MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE YEAHHHH !!
but you kno i love my bbgs vincent and gaz too💥 so havva little doodle <3
you have a good day too mon cheri anon <3
#I LOVE THIS IDEA#SILLY !!#vincentgaz#COD OC: Vincent#kyle gaz garrick#oc x canon#canon x oc#nikprice#nikolai x price#price x nikolai#cod#call of duty#art#ask#askbox#asks#illustration#artists on tumblr#partea time!#lu's canvas#art requests#my art#cod art#cod oc#cod mw
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Doodlin
#doodle#oc#nyru#look#ko*idai is a weird line between hate and love#aaliyah x nyru#loz oc#twilight lu#linked universe#lu koridai#lu twilight
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Concepts for my neon punk speedracer gal, Lu-Dal Kore
#Lu-Dal Kore#star wars oc#zabrak#x wing pilot#podrace#from street racer to flying x wings for the rebellion#yes she is very gay
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The day after posting a rant on my other blog about how much a writing class is draining and the next day making a linksona and making him an entire story
Please ask about him I love him he's my son I love him
#linksona#lu oc#linked universe#linkeduniverse#The Hero of Aura(s)#loz#legend of Zelda#linked universe oc#linkeduniverse oc#cinnatom art!#art#my art#cinnamontomatoes#loz oc#legend of Zelda oc#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#i will write for hkm please ask hes so silly please#auras (cinnamontomatoes)
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Hourly Thoughts, Warriors/Inventor
Lately I've been having a brainrot about Warriors/Inventor so I'm declaring myself bedridden for the day.
AroAce Homie
Warriors: Are you interested at me? 🥺👉👈
Inventor: No.
Warriors: 😞
Inventor: But I like your company. So when's the next date? I'm free at—
Glasses
Warriors: You look handsome with those glasses, you know that~?
Inventor: Yeah. I wear them to see, smartass.
Sharing Interest
Inventor: *talks about his beloved aircrafts*
Warriors: *not understanding a word but completely smitten*
Warriors: *talks about horses*
Inventor: *look at the captain like he's listening at the discovery of the century*
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Missed Communication [Time x Fem!OC x Malon]
In which Time has met his match in the least flattering way possible and Malon has custody of all the brain cells.
A.K.A Time and OC are idiots and Malon's their only saving grace.
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Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.
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This was not how I thought my first visit to Lon Lon Ranch would go.
Maybe a friendly greeting with Time's Misses, a few laughs with the boys and then a well placed excuse to escape the chronic awkwardness (and unease) that seems to dominate my every interaction with the Hero of Time these days.
Not. This. Whatever this is.
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Our first meeting had been as normal and pleasant as any magic portal driven meeting could be. That is to say, not normal at all but pleasant regardless. Just really, really weird.
The older Hero and I had just clicked, despite this. His nonchalant deadpanned humor matched well with my well-placed instigation and soft-spoken wit. It helped that I was (physically) his age and boosted a maturity surpassing that of most of his charges.
Also, he was handsome as sin. Like, painfully pretty. Don't get me wrong, objectively all the boys were beautiful, but the mature set of Time's jaw and the faint lines around his eyes just stroked the woman in me.
Man has dilf himbo energy in spades. The whole damned package.
Malon was a lucky woman indeed.
The first few months of our aquatince was warm, simple and steeped in a growing trust that grew with each exasperated sideward glance and fond smile shared over the boys' heads. He was, in the truest meaning of the word, my friend. I dare even say a good one.
And then it happened.
That damned fortune teller.
The beginning of the end of our budding friendship. Stopped dead in it's tracks in less than the span of a breath.
I don't know what she'd told him that day, and he wouldn't tell, but it changed something fundimental in the bond I'd thought we'd shared. Now, he can hardly stand to look at me most days, let alone have a full converstion.
And I'm...just so lost.
It hurts, the sudden distance. So unexpected. One moment we're sleeping next to each other each night, whispering fondly about his beloved wife and my beloved pets, and the next an entire fire and six bedrolls lay between us.
But what can I do. He'd made his stance clear, silent though it may be, and who am I to cling to a friendship I was the only one harboring. It wasn't fair to him, and it most certainly wasn't fair to me.
So, I let it go. Just stayed in the back of the group where our paths wouldn't have to cross and began to forge new friendships among the boys. And honestly, I'm still enjoying myself among this gaggle of sweet, overly protective gremlins. Despite whatever misfortune (or miscommunication) caused this rift between Time and I.
Case in point, Legend might just be the funniest guy I've met in a long time and I'm glad I've had the opportunity to grow closer to him. Even if his words sometimes bite a little too close to home. Though Hyrule's quiet concern over the strained interaction between thier unofficial leader and myself often leaves me feeling guilty. His large, inquiring eyes and soft, sympathetic smile enough to shake a woman down to the bones.
Such sensitive boys, all of them.
I wish I'd had answers for them.
Especially when it all took an even deeper nosedive when Time recieved a letter from his wife. Standard fair but for the way his eye had hooded and cut towards me for just the briefest of moments, focused and cold.
Had I not been looking around the group as I had in that moment, I would have missed it entirely. But be it fate or luck (ill though it may have been) I had unintentionally made eye contact with him.
It was the first time in all my interactions with the Chain that I felt...
...afraid. Of him.
But it was gone as soon as it happened. Seemingly a simple misread flicker of the firelight, but for the way my heart stood cold in my chest for the rest of the night afterward.
And many more nights to follow.
So, upon exiting the portal to the wide pastures of a land I pegged to be Time's, I steeled myself. Against what, I wasn't sure, but I was on his home turf now and he certainly didn't seem to want me around. So, I'd imagine he'd take exception to my presence in his home.
But nothing could have prepared me for...
"Goodness! Why, aren't ya just the sweetest thing! All doe eyed and honey dew smile! Dear! Why didn't you tell me she'd be such a darling!"
Malon.
She took to me like a bee to pollen, a moth to light. She locked her arm with mine immediately and refused to budge, even as she embraced the boys one by one. Her dark blue eyes were glimmering (like the surface of deep water) and hair shining in the sunlight. Sun-kissed face glowing with wonder and delight. The freckles on her cheeks charming across her sweat slicked skin.
She was wonderful. She was beautiful.
I was terrified.
I couldn't bring myself to look in Time's direction. I didn't think my heart would survive what I'd find.
I was afraid to see that cold, focused eye ripping though my soul again, as though staring down an enemy.
I made my excuses early, feigning weariness, much to Melon's dismay. She took it well enough though. Called me a delicate, spring flower. Showed me to the guests rooms, offered me my own. I refused (I wanted to stay with the boys. She seemed charmed by the admission). Touched my hand with such warmth, was slow to withdraw.
I smiled at her, small but grateful, hesitant. My heart was hammering in my chest. The hairs on the back of my neck rose at the feeling of a stare on the side of my face.
She smiled back, seemingly eager for my tentative gestures of friendship. So very sincere, radiating the kind of adoration a person spends their whole lives searching for.
I didn't look to her right. I didn't look up nor over her shoulder. I kept my eyes on hers, entranced by their dark colors and the little sparks of life dancing within depths but afraid to tell her so.
She was absolutely gorgeous and I was so smitten and so very fucked.
I hoped my face didn't give me away. I prayed that my eyes didn't reveal my thoughts.
When her eyes crinkled at the corners, I knew I'd failed.
I bid them a good evening.
Even as I'd closed the door I could still feel his gaze on me.
I stayed in the room all that evening and all through the night. Four was sweet enough to bring me a plate of dinner, and I was once again so grateful to be in the company of such caring young men.
I really, really was.
That night I slept with Hyrule curled against my back, trying to be the best big spoon he could. Sky was at his, the whole damned ladle to encompass us both within his arms. Legend at our feet, his hand curled loosely around Sky's half rumpled sock and face scrunched in discontent, fingers occasionally twitching around the fabric.
I loved them all so much.
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Then things got weird.
I exited the room the next morning before the majority of the boys had even left their bedrolls and found Time waiting at the end of the hallway. He was wearing a plain off-white shirt and dark pants.
He looked good. Relaxed, almost, but for the tension in his shoulders when he caught sight of me. The reminder was enough to tear my eyes from him and keep my gaze lowered as I moved steadily to walk passed him.
"Hey." The sound of his voice startled me, so long has it been since it was directed towards me.
He sounded awkward and I wanted to ease that awkwardness. I did not have the strength to, however. I was a coward.
And hurt. Very, very hurt.
Petty.
"Yes?" I eventually said after the stilted silence had carried on too long, unable to keep watching this strong man (this good man, still, for all we were at odds) struggling to continue.
His one good eye tried to meet my gaze, feather soft and regretful in my peripheral, so very vulnerable under my carefully blank stare fixated on his cheek.
"I know I don't deserve it, and you need not accept, but I'd like to properly apologize for the way I've treated you in the recent weeks." He finally managed, voice laden with an emotion I couldn't fully place but thought sounded suspiciously like grief. "If you'd allow me, may I please escort you to the kitchen?"
I wanted to say no. I wanted to stay silent. I wanted to be petty.
I wanted Sky to stop worrying about me. I wanted Twilight to stop repenting to me. I wanted Hyrule to stop fretting for me. I wanted Warriors to stop defending me. I wanted Wild to stop raging for me. I wanted Legend to stop hurting for me.
I wanted...I just wanted...
I just wanted my friend back.
I wanted to feel safe again.
"Okay."
I've always been such a fool for vulnerable men.
Tentatively, he offered his arm, eye soft and resigned from the corner of my vision. Waiting for me to reject him, I realized, wanting me to express my rage the only way he knew I'd allow myself. Wanting to be punished accordingly for having suddenly scorned my friendly gestures and inquiring whispers.
What a fool man. Such a damned idiot.
Guess that makes two of us.
I took his arm, fighting down the wave of unease and spite that pushed against my throat. His arm was warm and solid under my tentative touch, barely restrained power coursing under the cloth and skin. I'd nearly forgotten how his shoulders seemed wide enough to carry the weight of the world.
No. No I hadn't. In the quiet of the night, when the unease and uncertainty were strongest, sometimes I wondered if that might would one day snuff the light from my eyes.
I wondered if he'd cry in remorse afterwards. If he'd feel anything at all.
He wouldn't. He wouldn't feel a thing because he'd never do that and I knew it. Wouldn't have been fighting for breathing room between Sky and Hyrule's smothering heat if he'd had any intent to remove me from their lives. Wouldn't have been cradling Wind's small head between the soft valley of my breasts if he'd deemed me dangerous or unsavory or suspicious.
I may have fallen out of his favor, but he loved his boys with a fierce and zealous devotion. He'd never let harm befall them, be it body, soul or tenderly beating hearts.
He'd have cut me down long ago if he ever meant to. To spare his boys the pain of loss.
The kitchen was bright and smelled faintly of herbs when we entered, my arm still folded gently with Time's.
Malon was there, enchanting red hair down around her shoulders and eyes bright, despite the early hour. The faint crease lines of pillow marks reddened the soft curve of her cheek, stark even against the spread of her freckles.
She smiled at me, tired and fond, before pinning her husband with an intense, expectant stare. The set of her mouth and brow was carefully neutral, but the fire in her eyes gave away her true feelings.
She was mad. Not livid or spiteful or even disappointed, just mad.
She was scarier for it. I could tell she wasn't the type of woman to go off on a rampage and say or do anything that would deminish the validity of her own arguements or feelings. She was probably the type of woman to say exactly what she means and how she feels without embellishment nor doubt. She seemed the type of person you couldn't find fault in their anger, because it was perfectly supported by their words and actions.
Noticing this, I almost felt bad for Time and how thoroughly he was probably admonished to make him this compliant after weeks of silence and avoidance. Almost. Mostly I just felt a hesitant spark of validation and kinship with Malon, even as confusion and caution swirled in my chest.
Why? Why was this even happening in the first place? Why this sudden atmosphere around the couple?
They loved each other so much. They missed each other so much. Before- that happened, Time never shied away from expressing his feelings regarding his wife. Nor what she'd written to him in turn.
What happened? What did she see between Time and I that would bring her scrutiny down on her beloved husband? For a woman she didn't even know?
Time led me to the chairs closest to where Malon was leaning against the counter, loosening his grip enough for me to remove my arm from his. It seemed to be another conscious decision on his part, to not pull away and to allow me to be in control of our proximity. Honestly, it was sweet he was trying so hard, and had it been before all of...this, I certainly would have swooned at the effort he was making.
I steeled myself against the warm feeling trying to take root in my stomach though, and instead took a seat at the counter.
"Good mornin', darlin'. You sleep well?" Malon asked softly, eyes warm and sleep dry lips pulled into a tired but inviting smile.
I nodded, before managing to speak around the lump in my throat. "Yes. Thank you for having us, Ms. Malon. I apologize for retiring early last night. The road left me quite weary. You and your husband's hospitality is most appreciated."
I noticed a spark of something glinting in Malon's dark eyes, before it was soothed down with a bright smile. "Now, now! There's no need for that, dear! You're always welcome here!"
She looked to her husband then, and when I instinctively followed her gaze, I wasn't expecting what I saw.
His jaw was clenched, betraying the- false- smoothness of his brow and relaxed curve of his ears. He was upset, but trying to reign it in and project a calm front. The lines around his eye gave him away though.
He looked hurt. Gazing into Malon's eyes with a lost expression.
What was happening?
I couldn't take it anymore. This underline tension and these confusing actions and feelings being tossed over my head. Like fists full of powder clogging my senses.
"I'm sorry, but, please." I said softly, bringing their attention back to me. My stomach rolled, but I pushed on. "I don't understand what's happening right now." I kept my eyes averted. "Please just explain it to me, so I can understand how to fix this."
Silence.
I spoke once more into that silence. Voice tight with emotion and broken, useless pride as I continued.
"I'm sorry for this tension I've caused. I meant no harm. I just want to make amends for whatever I did to offend you." I looked Time in the eyes. The first time since that fateful night we locked gazes across the fire. "I'm sorry. Tell me how to fix this. Please, Link."
The warm slide of tears escaped down my cheeks without permission, my body no longer able to hold back the immensity of my feelings. The hurt, the confusion, the desperation. The pulsing, writhing, whispering doubt that was my fear.
Fear of this man's wrath and the power he so casually holds over me, a foreign woman with no means to properly defend or support herself in this strange, unfamiliar world. Who's very survival hangs by the thin thread that is the Chain's compassion and continued favor.
Fear of his every frown and unreadable silence. Of the loyalty the boys hold for this man and his words, his influence, his command. Of how quickly he can take it all away in a moment of displeasure or offense. This warm safety net of fondness and companionship I've built myself within the soft, welcoming hearts of the boys, nothing more than delicate silk webs weaved around his fingers. Allowed purchase by the grace of his will alone.
Fear of his overwhelming strength, his unrelenting fury in the face of opposition. Of his unyielding might and unfathomable abilities beyond anything my limited understanding of this world can comprehend. The raw talent he possesses, the potential he wields, like magic weaving themselves into mortal flesh.
My shoulders begin to shake, throat closing as I hide my face in my hands, fingers wetting with tears. The weight of everything crashing down like stones upon my chest and I'm overwhelmed by the fall.
I miss my world, my home, my family, my friends. I miss my independence. I miss the security of knowing how to survive in the world around me, of being able to support myself and choose whom I give myself wholly over to.
I miss the power to live without fear of others opinions or goodwill. To stare down those who would judge and scorn me with the confidence of a woman with a full time job and the money to back up her words. Her own apartment, her own bills. A phone and heating and water and food and furry little mouths to feed.
A woman assured of herself and where she stands in the world. I woman without fear.
The woman I used to be. Not this sniveling, begging shell of a creature clinging to life by the favor of a man. Who. Hates. Her.
Eventually, the tears ran their course and I finally became aware of myself again. Arms were around me, holding me against warm muscle hidden under soft cloth as my hands twisted into their long sleeve.
"I...I'm sorry." I choked, embarrassed and struggling to breathe through blocked sinuses. "I didn't mean to...to..."
I opened my eyes.
I realized, staring at Malon's blurred face twisted in compassion from across the counter, that it wasn't her holding me.
She wasn't the one holding me.
My breath nearly hitched in anxiety, stomach dropping in the cold void of my guts. My mind reeled with confusion, a thousand thoughts swirling through my head between one breath and the next. A cold sweat broke out along the nape of my neck, along my lower back.
I'd frozen, still clutching to the sleeve between my fingers and my shoulder tucked into a chest (firm, laden with dense, lithe muscle) that could only belong to one man.
This didn't make sense. Being forced by your wife to apologize was one thing, but to actively comfort the person you resented was something else entirely. I couldn't wrap my head around it.
I felt confused, wrong-footed, relieved. But mostly, I felt stupid. Because I didn't understand a damned thing that was happening right now or what had caused this sudden shift in Time's behavior.
Then Time started speaking, and it was like the entire world began to shatter and remake itself around me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think- I didn't know-" He paused briefly, before taking a deep, fortifying breath and continuing. "I'm sorry I hurt you. That I put fear in your heart. It was never my intention. I hadn't even considered how the situation must have looked to you."
Another breath, the slightest tensing of his arms around my shoulders. "You always seem so calm and assured in everything you do. It didn't even cross my mind that you might feel vulnerable after everything that's happened to you."
My heart squeezed. All my insecurities, being laid out before me. One glance at Malon's knowing gaze and I understand where this sudden awareness must have come from.
Time continued, heedless of my newfound understanding. "I never once intended to cast you aside or let harm befall you. I care for you so dearly. Even if you had decided to reject my companionship, I'd still protect you all the same. I thought you knew that, but I was wrong. I should never have assumed you knew something I didn't tell you."
He sighed, but it sounded shaky in my ear. "I hadn't stopped to consider your feelings, before I sought to protect my own. And for that, I'm sorry."
The arms around me tightened, as though trying to impart the sincerety of his words with the action. He needn't have bothered though, because despite it all I believed every word he spoke.
If there was one thing I could always rely on, it was his honesty in matters regarding the heart. No matter how strained our friendship became, it was the one thing I knew he would not actively lie about.
But still.
"But I never did anything to you." I sniffed wetly, fingers digging into his sleeve as I fixated my gaze at the countertop where Malon's freckled hands were resting. "I don't understand why you suddenly felt the need to- escape from me." The tears wanted to come again, but I held them back. This was too important to lose focus. "Please help me understand. The fortune teller-"
Time groaned suddenly and Malon laughed with impish delight, a glint of mischief making an unexpected appearance in her eyes. The sound of Malon's laughter brought confused warmth to my chest, cutting through the thick turmoil muddying up my mind.
Awkward silence. Until Time sighed again. Deeply.
"She told me I'd find new and- passionate love."
What?
Wait, what?
I pulled away from his arms a bit, just enough to turn and peer at him through watery lashes, taking in his blurry visage. My brows pulled down and a look of disbelief no doubt found purchase on my face, mouth pressed in a tight line.
"That's it? Weeks of avoidance and radio silence because some lady in a tent said you'd get the hots for someone? And you just assumed that someone might be me?"
I couldn't believe it. All this time. Just because some lady happened to see us traveling close together and decided to play matchmaker? Really?
Of all the-
Wait a damned minute.
"Time?" I said, tone flat as I locked gazes with him. Dead serious.
He looked right back, though there was caution in his eye now along side the regret. "Yes?"
I leaned forward a bit, our already close proximity putting me squarely in his face. My could feel the spark of rightous rage taking form in my chest.
"You weren't having doubts about your marriage with Malon, were you?"
And suddenly there was no space between us, noses nearly touching, his stare so intense I almost pulled back despite still being trapped in his arms. I could feel the warm, damp spread of his breath against my lips and chin.
"No." He said with dead calm, the hard surely of his tone left no room for doubt.
"Good. Because if you were, you don't deserve her." I threw back, still giving him a hard stare.
Silence. He breaths smelled of coffee and something sweet coated over his natural scent. It made my gut twist in a not unpleasant way. It reminded me that his arms were still around me. How warm he was in the morning chill. How firm his muscles were against my hands and shoulder.
He grinned then, eye brimming with fae-like mirth as he rested his forehead against mine. It was the first time I've seen that beautiful expression in so long. My heart ached at the sight of it, warmth and sweet relief flooding into my heart like babbling spring water.
"There you are." He breathed lowly, eye closing as he leaned more into our point of contact. He inhaled deeply through his nose, shoulders relaxing. I hadn't even noticed until then just how tense they were. "I thought I'd ruined this."
"Hmm?" I hummed in question, still caught up in the rapture of seeing his smile again. Head foggy from our proximity, I felt the beginnings of fatigue settling into my bones from my earlier crying.
"My! Would ya look at that! You weren't kiddin' when ya said she had them lovin' eyes, darling!" Malon spoke up suddenly with barely contained glee, popping the bubble that seemed to exist around Time and I.
I pulled away hurriedly, realizing just how close Time and I had been. Sharing breath, foreheads resting against one another and our noses nearly bumping together. His arms around me and my body nestled into his chest. All of it completely inappropriate for the situation. Especially for being right in front of his wife!
And she sounded far too pleased with this whole thing. Like it didn't even matter that I'd just blubbered in her husband's arms and then touched my face to his like I had a right to.
The confusion was back. But this time, it pulled bright, sweet warmth to my cheeks as I stumbled to my feet. The gentle wink of butterfly wings swirled around in my stomach and Malon's delighted smirk only intensified the sensation, sending the flock up into my throat.
I needed to get away. I needed to think.
"I-I accept your apology, Time!" I stuttered out embarrassedly, fighting the blush I knew was trying to heat my face. "I hope we can talk more later, but I'd like time to think about what you said!" I explained a bit too loudly even to my own ears, nearly wincing at my own awkwardness.
Malon, having come from behind the counter, leaned against her husband's back, hands on his shoulders. She smiled sweetly, a complimentary expression to Time's amused grin. Both of them were haloed by the sun shining softly through the window behind them, like a Goddamned magazine cover.
Goodness, but do they make a beautiful couple.
No. Stay focused. Escape first and then figure out what the Hell is happening. Get yourself together.
"Have a good day, Time, Malon!" Time's lip twitched upward. My stomach squeezed. "Okay! Bye for now."
Then, I all but ran from the kitchen, leaving behind what may have been the last of my dignity. Behind me, Malon's sweet laughter chased me down the hall, alighting my face with hellfire.
And therein began my first official day at Lon Lon Ranch.
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Because of the limited perspective of first person narrative, a lot of the finer details are implied rather then stated. So if something seems out of left field, it's because the OC herself didn't realize what was happening behind the scenes.
Now I must return to the shadows to rest.
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That Dragon au Part 9
Hallo hallo! It’s that time of the month again! :D
We catch a little more about what’s been happening on the sidelines.... Kinda
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Chapter 9: Catching up?
When Wind sat up Enno was quick to help Warriors.
"Here, let me take something." They said, grabbing the pitcher and walking with him back to the spot. "I still don't see why you said this place was nothing much. I think it's very pretty here."
Warrior smiles. "We'll come back at some point then. I just meant that it was small. Hyrule field used to a beautiful place for a picnic-"
"But it's all destroyed here." Wind takes a sausage and bread for himself, sneaking over to steal the cheese and cut it up for all of Enno. "So this tiny park is the only thing they have until it grows back."
Enno shift awkwardly. They take a little bit of the food and drink for themselves to ignore it. That took a bit of a dark turn. "It reminds me of a park back home. I lived near a city that basically had a man made forest in the center of it. It was made to create jobs back after a war years ago."
"A man made forest?" Warrior takes his share, putting the extras in the middle for anyone to reach. "How does that even happen?"
Wind takes a big bite of his food. "When can we go visit your home, Enno?
"I- Hold on." Enno digs through their pouches to find their phone. Enno leans over to show him some photos as they explain. Warrior leans over while Wind practically throws himself onto their lap. "I don't think I have photos of that but I have pictures of something else. There was a place we called the 'highline'. It used to be a small train shipping rail between factories back when the area was still the meatpacking district. Because the city doesn't have that much nature they decided to make it into a park. I used to hang out there while waiting for my dad to get out of work when his office was there and I was still in school."
Only the trees and benches look familiar but they can tell that their world is very different to their own.
"Enno, which one's you?" Wind asks. "Who are these people?"
Warrior smiles and leans against them. "Looks nice."
"Uh… Some are tourists, some are just people going to work." Enno shrugged. "I was always doing homework, eating lunch, or writing while sitting here. It's a good people watching spot." Enno said, putting their phone down and turning it off. "I don't know if you guys will ever come around to my world but I would like to show you both around. The city is loud though."
Warrior shrugs. "A city is still a city. It can't be much louder than here on a festival day."
Wind frowns and pouts. "I'm not good in loud places.... Is there any way that it quiets down at all?"
"Probably, I can also help you muffle the noise. We have some things." Enno pats his head. They took a bite of their food, wondering what they could do to help Wind. "We could start around my home, then see if we can go into the city."
"Earmuffs, Kiddo." Warrior ruffles his hair right after. "Remember when you were here and saw snow for the first time? Those could work too."
"Maybe.." Wind hums, looking at the pictures some more. "It looks pretty warm there."
“It was taken in the summer. I might live on an island like you, but the difference is that for me it’s not a tropical one.” They lean on Warrior. “We get a lot of snow in the winter. But I really prefer summer and spring.”
Warrior grins, wrapping his arm around Enno’s shoulders, biting into his food. "Let's hope we get good weather when we visit then."
Wind appears to be thoughtful as he chews his food. "I like snow... but I don't like the cold."
“I agree. But it gets fairly cold there. If we were to visit I hope it would be spring or fall. Mostly because we have different things to offer, but also because the weather is just right.” Enno starts purring. They closed their eyes and rested again now that they ate. “It would be another family day out.”
Warrior slowly rubs his hand up and down their arm, resting there contently, watching the sun go down over the horizon. "Sounds perfect."
"I'd like that." Wind's head is placed on Enno’s lap, beginning to purr as well. Warrior runs his hands through the boy's hair, purring as well, feeling content and whole that this little family is within his arms.
"Just don't fall asleep yet." He warns you both. "We still have to go back to the castle."
“What are you gonna do about it?” Enno looked up at him with the most lazy smile. They still sat up. “Just kidding. We should head back soon.”
Warrior pouts from behind their back, wiping it from his face before they could see it. "Well I didn't mean now."
Wind snickers, having seen it all.
"Hush you."
“Well yeah,” Enno pinches Warrior’s cheek like he was a kid. “I don’t want to get too comfortable that I fall asleep.”
Warrior pulls away from the pinch, snapping his head to try and bite their fingers playfully. "I could carry you no problem if you did."
Wind rolls his eyes, pretending to gag. "Go be cute somewhere else."
“First you couldn’t, we bought a lot of stuff today.” Enno pulled their hand back and stuck out their fingers.
“Secondly-” Enno pulls Wind to hug him and just snuggle, fully teasing him at this point.. “We can’t compare to how cute our son is.”
"Hey!" Wind struggles in their grip, turning around to face Enno. He sticks his tongue out.
Warrior snorts. "He gets it from his father, clearly."
Warrior then nudges Enno’s shoulder. "And you underestimate my determination."
But he sighs and moves to stand. "But you're right. It's a bit of a walk back and we should be there before dark? We should go."
“If we must.” Enno follows him and gathers their stuff, making sure to dust off their stuffed animal. “Come on,Sailor.”
Wind hops up and joins them, picking up his stuff on the way. Warrior is left sitting on the ground.
Wind doesn't hesitate to grab Enno’s hand and begin to lead the way back.
Warrior smiles to himself, picking up what was left behind. He trails behind them both as Wind entertains Enno with stories of the three Links' time together. He feels whole.
Enno listens intently and lets Wind talk their ear off all the way back to the castle. Swinging their hands together.
"Are you going to sleep with us tonight? Or are you going to sleep in your room with Four?" They asked Wind.
"A..ha...." Wind’s grip on you tightens. "I shared a room with Time. ...Can... Can I stay one more night with you guys?"
"Oh- my bad," They bring Wind closer "I'm ok with it."
they turn back to Warriors. "Is it ok with you?"
Warrior nods. "I don't mind. My bed is big enough as it is."
Wind grins and sways his hands back and forth, still holding onto Enno. "I’d like that."
"I'm probably going to sort out my stuff before we sleep though." Enno says. They had only just remembered that they moved all of their stuff into Warrior's room. "We kinda just left it on the bed."
They entered the castle's walls and things weirdly felt calm... Enno didn't know why but that was enough to set them on edge.
"Well you look like you all had fun." Cia says, waiting for the three of them at the entrance. "I was wondering when you'd come back."
Warrior shifts into half dragon immediately and steps in front of both Enno and Wind. "I'm going to ask you to move now, Cia. Don't make this worse."
Wind frowns and grabs a few bags from Warrior, lessening his load. Wind's grip turns fierce in Enno’s hand as he stares down the threat.
Cia's face gives nothing away. "I just wanted to chat."
Enno’s face doesn’t really change. They just blink. “Ok. What’s up? I’ll cut back my slang just because I realize that maybe won’t be ok for me to say to you. You… might be offended. My bad.” They say casually, actually meaning it. “I’m not going to be alone with you though. That’s asking a bit too much for what’s been going on.”
"Not you." She waves her hand, opening her mouth to speak again.
Warrior lets out a deep and threatening growl.
Cia shuts up with a click of her teeth.
Warrior does that over the shoulder look. "Enno, Wind, go inside. Don't wait for me."
“Ok, but please both of you. Don’t burn down the place.” Enno takes some of the stuff Warrior was holding and walks past Cia, keeping up this is the ‘everyday’ kind of behavior. Heading to their room, Enno managed to remain fairly calm.
"Mm, yes, whatever, go now." Cia waves them away nonchalantly.
Warrior growls his claws sharpening subconsciously. "I won't be long."
“Soooo there goes my plan.” Enno said once the two of them were far away.
Wind pulls them along, happy to be away from the magic practicing woman. "Your plan?"
“Well I was hoping to have you give him the pocket watch.” Enno sighs a bit, worried about Cia and him being together. “I should probably find Impa, Zelda or Lana….” They said out loud, knowing that those two are going to be at each other’s throat.
Wind hums. "I'll figure it out. It's not like we're leaving him behind. There will be other chances."
Wind leads them through the castle with practiced ease. They find themselves in front of Warrior's bedroom soon enough and Wind opens the door.
They both hear a roar from outside the castle.
Enno flinched and ushered Wind inside, not really paying attention to Warrior’s room putting the stuff down.
“Stay and lock the door.” Enno closed the door and ran back, not trusting that those two should be alone anymore.
Wind runs after them and grabs their arm before they can go too far. "Don't Enno. If you get hurt, it'll crush him."
He looks up with pleading eyes. "Please...let's just go inside."
They stopped and looked down at him. “I am just going to go to get Zelda.”
They bent down and kissed Wind’s forehead. “Just give me five minutes, I will be back before you know it.” They said, taking Wind’s hand off. They smiled and slowly backed away. “Don’t worry. Five minutes.”
"I don't like this." Wind stays put. "I'm counting five minutes!"
Enno takes off running and finds Warrior. It's not hard to miss him.
He's turned full dragon and he's larger than they thought he would be. He already has a gash on his shoulder.
Enno bounces back to hide behind the corner. Seeing the gash made them angry to the point that they didn’t realize they had transformed half way. They wanted to catch Cia off guard but knew it would be difficult since they didn’t know how to control their magic. BUT THERE WAS A NEED TO SMITE HER.
Warrior shifts down halfway, holding his shoulder. He curses and turns to run into the castle. "I can't let her get to them."
He turns the corner and takes a deep breath and suddenly freezes. Warrior turns to look at Enno, shock all over his face. "Enno... what... why.... I thought you were with Wind."
“I was. You're hurt. Who is she after and I swear if you said Pinky I am going to start swinging.” They growled. “Either way you need to go to the medical center.” They take the arm that wasn’t hurt. “Come on.”
Warrior shakes his head, letting them lead him anyway. "I need to find Cia first. She was going after you. Pinky might be on the list but she's convinced that if she can either send you away or disfigure you, then we'll leave you both alone."
Warrior growls and whips his arm around to unleash a fairy. "I said I'd save this but I'm about to tear into her. I don't care what Lana or Zelda say anymore."
“Oh good. Fun even.” Enno was angry, running down the stairs two steps at a time. They didn’t know what they were going to do when they saw her but they had some choice words for her, not really caring anymore. They try to gather themselves though since it felt like they were getting close.
Warrior was able to keep up better once the fairy healed his wound. "Enno."
They keep running.
He called out to them again. "Enno?"
Still nothing.
A third time. "Enno. Enno!" He pulls them to a stop. "Where's Wind?"
“He is in your room. The door is locked.” They pull their wrist away “He is fine, Link.” They turn back and continue to stomp down the hallway. “I know I’ve known her for less time but I want to do something.”
They wanted to just shock some sense into her. Literally or mentally, hopefully both.
Warrior nods and follows them once more. "If she can't get to Wind, she'd probably go after Pinky as an easier target. She might still be in the medical bay."
He looks Enno up and down appreciatively as he sees their half form once more but he doesn't comment on it. "What are you planning?"
“Sadly it seems like we share something. Which is being able to know and slightly witness things that we really shouldn’t. I have a sinking feeling that, while I can’t talk to her out of it. I gotta somehow wear her down. Her behavior is almost like Ganon took control over her again.” Enno said, wanting to get there quickly as possible. “Well first I want to just spice up something.”
The door was slightly opened. There was shouting already from the inside. Enno peaked through to see what was going on in there. Cia’s back was to them, they felt sparks inside of their hands.
“Change of plan. Don’t kill me” They whisper, shooting through the door and tackling Cia down, acting like a human taser, hoping to just knock her out. They didn’t realize that their magic was a lot wilder than they thought.
Pinky opened her mouth to speak but she recoiled in fear from the sudden lighting in the room. It appears she was already crying. It's too bright and she was too busy covering her head, ears and eyes from the onslaught of information, sound and light.
Time, seemingly in Fierce Deity form, had thrown himself over Pinky to block the sudden barrage of magic, forming a barrier over the bed she was in.
Warrior dives in after Enno but is forced to take a step back from the sudden burst of magic. He's knocked off his feet, hitting his head on the door frame before he tries to get up again.
Cia screams and her staff goes flying through the room. She doesn't scream for very long before she falls unconscious.
Time shrinks back down to his hylian form and tries to calm Pinky by purring and shielding her from seeing the outcome of what’s happened. He wasn’t expecting Enno to just explode like that. He turns to see them rolled onto their back next to Cia. “Are you ok?”
They shakily gave a single one thumb up, magic disappearing quickly. They feel low and semi-nauseous again, both tired and awake. “She did this to me so it's just her actions catching up to her.” They pant, dropping my arm down. “Wat ‘bout you two?”
Pink stayed curled up for a moment, letting the silence drape over her. Slowly, she unfurls, the pain pulsing through her body. Her previous injuries have been irritated. It’s hard for her to move. "Is she gone?"
Pinky looked up and around. She opened her mouth to ask Time a question before she caught sight of Enno for the first time since the party. "Oh my god, what happened to you?"
Warrior shakes his head, rubbing the spot where he was hit, focusing on one person only.
"Enno!" He runs to them and drops to his knees beside them. "That... was frankly very impressive but stupid. Are you hurt? Are you ok?"
“I think we need to call a nurse to check on Pinky but for now we are both ok.” Time says holding her. “We should probably get her out.”
Enno sighed and turned to Warrior, “m low again.” They couldn’t even keep up the dragon form as they shrink back to their hylian body. Pinky’s comment then registers, “’m dragon now Cia’s fault idk why.”
They rolled over to their side, groaning.
Pinky whimpers as she moves, holding onto Time as she tries to get over her pain. "Is she dead?"
Time shakes his head. “Only knocked out. That's why I want her out of this room.” He honestly doesn’t know how more people aren’t alerted and it's this calm within the medical bay. “You fell on your back. How are you feeling?”
"It hurts." Pinky whispers, trying to sit up. It feels like electricity is blooming over her back while it's pulled taut against itself. She lies back down and curls up. "A lot. It hurts Link."
Time gives Warrior a questioning look before returning to Pinky once more. “Do you want me to put the cream on?” He whispers to her, trying to ease her to lay on her side instead.
Pinky bites her lip, the tears slipping out despite her efforts. "Yes please."
Pinky takes a shaky breath, trying to roll over. "God, I feel like I've been ripped open."
Warrior takes a deep breath, he checks Enno’s pulse and their temperature. He fishes in his belt for a magic potion and uncorks it for them. "Here Sweetheart. You scared me."
Enno drinks a bit of the potion, “I promised Wind I would be back in 5 minutes.” It’s probably been more than five minutes.They were slow in drinking the potion as they stared at Cia. “So what now?”
Warrior sighs and looks over. His hand comes up to where his injured shoulder once was. "I'll take her out, check her in. Enno, stay with Pinky until you drink it all, ok? Wind can wait a bit. Or he can come find us. He's a smart boy."
Enno didn’t like Warrior’s idea but they sigh once more. “Yeah yeah. I’ll head to your room soon though. We have to put things away.” They stumble up and walk over to Pinky and Time, sitting on the floor.
Warrior soothes Enno over first, completely sidestepping Cia.
He runs his hands through their hair and over their shoulder before kissing their forehead. "We'll head back together when she's taken care of ok? If you're feeling better after the potion that is. Don't drink it too fast. Don't move too much. If it doesn't get better we might have to check you in as well, ok?"
He stands and looks at Time. "Watch them, please."
Warrior then turns and picks Cia up effortlessly, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
He leaves.
Time nods, watching Warriors leave, he sees that Enno was already looking away and grabs the cream. “Afterwards, I can get someone to look at you. While it doesn’t look like it's too bad, we will still need to double check.” Time states, he hears Enno growl softly. “She will get punished for this. This is too far.”
“You don’t- she” Enno sighs, bonking the back of their head against the bed lightly, “Pinky would probably know what I mean, but Cia sounds like those fans that claim ownership of a character and attack people for even mentioning their names.”
Pinky hisses when Time applies the cream on her back. The area is the most sensitive as it has been the entire time. "Link please ...calmer."
Pinky tries to steady her breath and looks at Enno through her peripheral vision. "I vaguely know the people you're talking about. I avoided their circles on principle. I never met one of them. Until today, I guess... I thought she was gonna kill me."
“Sorry.” Time lightens up and does it more slowly “She wouldn’t have… not with me around.”
Time massages her back lightly, frowning at the amount of pain she must be in after that attack. It’s clear that her nerves were shot. Enno snickers in the background, taking a swig of the potion.
“Did you guys plan the wedding yet?” They asked. “You guys sound like an old married couple. Or at least Time sounds like a true husband.”
Pinky grips the sheets around her and tries to relax. "No plans, just engaged."
Time tries to help ease her out of it. He doesn’t turn to Enno but he answers what they’re no doubt wondering. “You probably can't tell since you're so young and not used to everything still. But I’ve marked her.”
"To dragon standards, I guess we’re married?" Pinky sighs, trying to get the last of the tension out of her shoulders. She gulps and slowly forces herself out of the fetal position. "What about you and Warrior? You both suddenly seem very close."
“Ahhhhhhhh, that's why. There was a vibe, now I know.” Enno turned to face the two of them, crossing their arms on the edge of the bed. “I’m still unsure? Like how it was explained we are dating, yet we have Wind who is our son, and calls us by mom and dad. So it's just a thing? Right now?”
"From what I've gathered, you two would technically be dating." Pinky snickers. "But between you and Wind, I think you both just leaned into it. You've been calling Wind your son for years. That carries over."
"Besides... Wind also knows Warrior for longer. He might just feel more comfortable with it now that you're here. Like a missing puzzle piece." She finally relaxes fully, trying to ignore the pulsing on her back. "What does Warrior think about it?"
“About Wind? Warrior is loving it- being called Dad all the time. About me? I don’t think Wind has ever acknowledged me as a parent in front of him. So like that's going to be a thing.” Enno downs the rest of the bottle and rests their head on the bed. “So like are you guys going to have two weddings?”
"...Why?" Pinky hums. She closes her eyes, trying to keep her emotions clear from her face. "It's not like we had a dragon one. It just happened."
“We will get there when we get there. All I want is for you to get better, my love.” Time stops putting on the cream and puts it back. “Two sounds equally fun but stressful. Even though it would even be easiest to have two in each world.”
“Sounds like you're a man with a mission.” Enno teased. “As long as I’m invited.”
"You're mandatory at both." Pinky huffs. "You better show up."
The door creaks open. Warrior raises an eyebrow and puts his hands up in mock surrender. "And what am I walking into?"
He laughs a bit to himself and reaches down to help Enno to their feet. "Can you stand?"
“I can. We were talking about marriage and weddings.” Enno lets him help them. “I’ll probably be back down here tomorrow. So I’ll see you then?”
“If the nurses don’t move her to a different room, yes.” Time sighs, rubbing circles on Pinky’s arm.
“Yeaaaah….” Enno looks around. “Well… good night, have fun with that.”
Pinky waves slowly. "Goodnight. Expect an interrogation when I'm better."
Warrior grimaces. "I'll get some supplies in the morning for her. I'm sorry I couldn't stop Cia in time."
Warrior wraps his arm around Enno’s waist, holding them close as he leads them through the castle. He takes a breath, a deep one and pauses in the middle of the empty hallway.
What a mess.
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Febuwhump Day 25: (alt) "I Love You"
What's this? Day 25 when I haven't even posted previous days? Yes. Warriors was giving me brainrot and this thing sort of just spit itself out last night after a pot of coffee and rotting on my couch for hours.
Heads up, this story is set in the TBBU universe, so yes, we have an original character here: Sablya. My apologies if you hate OCs, she's actually pretty prominent in this story and yes, in a relationship with a Link, so DLDR if that bothers you at all <3
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 4,626
Summary: Hit with a dark curse, the boys must seek out a user of shadow magic in order to help them. Luckily for them, Warriors knows someone. Unluckily for him, it's his ex-wife.
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There's a particular brand of hurt that comes from words.
Simple words, words that once meant something precious, can turn into a knife that wrenches at the heart, and even when they’re meant with love, with care, with every amount of innocence, they still have the ability to plunge deep and strike a vein, severing sanity in their wake.
Warriors knows this, has known this. Since his mother’s first “I’m proud of the man you’ve become” had sounded, the very day when he most dreaded speaking to her to admit what he’d done; what he’d done for her and the girls; he’s known that words full of love can cause pain.
Words spoken in ire, somehow, cause less.
Given the choice between the two, the captain doesn’t know what he wants to receive when he enters the house. With his brothers behind him, in need, struggling under the burden of a dark curse that’s wound its way, tight, about them, he knows the need to hurry, to not linger. There’s only person in all Hyrule who can assist them at this moment, but that doesn’t make facing her any easier than all the other times he’s dared to try and do so.
The very concept of courage, when he stands at the doors of his own house, is a dart of pain to his pride, given how he, the hero, lacks it so just to walk through a door.
Does he want the screams, the pain and tears, the agonized look in warm amber eyes, or does he want something warm that will pierce and burn at a heart still in pieces from when last he faced her? He’s not sure. He’s not sure which would hurt more. He’s not sure which would be easier to survive.
“Are we almost there?” The desperation that colors words that should be annoyed, should be spoken with that signature put upon tone that’s nearly permanent from their vet, only further drives how his own hesitation is itself causing harm. The boys are all dragging, all pained, but to add the pain of their newly acquired curse to pain that already made function a struggle- he needs to get the help, and soon.
“Just a bit further, vet, I promise.” He tries to sound confident, assuring, warm, but he falls short.
Castletown really does bring out the worst in him, doesn’t it? He can’t even manage to be a comfort to the others while they’re here.
Eyes follow their weary forms curiously, although some skirt away, wary of the eaten down men and boys, armed to the teeth and clearly desperate, although for what, it’s doubtful the townsfolk know. It's a sharp contrast to their usual warmth towards him in the wake of the war, but then again, his scarf is absent.
The blue fabric hangs from Twilight’s shoulders, supporting the weight of their smithy who, for reasons none can name, has been affected the most, and thus is worst off of all of them. In the wake of the wizzrobes attack, what must have been a week ago now, the smithy has been listless, fevered, and in enough agony that walking seems entirely outside of his ability for the moment.
They need only last a bit longer though. They wander the streets at his tail, the boys leaning on each other heavily. Some had taken worse to the dark spell, others are still coping, and some, like the vet, are pushing their every limit to keep going. Goddesses, he can’t afford to hesitate, not with the like this.
Still, when the door looms ahead of him, his feet stutter and falter all the same, and though likely, he could excuse it as the curse, he knows the reason his mouth goes dry and stomach lurches has nothing to do with magic at all.
“Cap?” Sky’s looking back at him, past the blonde head resting on his shoulder, the sailor likewise struggling to keep pace having resulted in the skyloftian offering aid. Concern shines in crystal eyes, and it takes more effort than he’s got in him to try to smile back.
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t even care that they all clearly don’t believe him. None of them have it in them to call him out though, and honestly, he’s a little thankful for that as he forces his feet to move again.
“We’re here.”
His hand stalls at the door.
Hyrule knocks, dark eyes dim as they turn up to him, worry the only thing still shining in them.
Goddesses, he needs to get over himself. These boys need him, need him to pull himself up by his bootstraps and ask his wife for help. For them. For their sakes.
The door opens with a familiar creaking, and despite his every attempt to steal himself for it, the sight of her still makes his breath catch in his throat.
Sablya is not so afflicted, and for a terrible moment, he half thinks the door will fly shut in his face, only...
Only, Hyrule’s hand has caught onto him for support. Only, Four and Wind are hanging from their older brothers’ shoulders. Only, Legend is swaying on his feet, even with the support of a cane to keep him upright. Cold though she’s turned to him, Sablya’s always had a bleeding heart, and whatever hurts he’s caused won’t stop her from seeing kids in need of help.
“What do you want?”
“Help. Please.” It’s a struggle to meet her eyes, to hold her gaze knowing full well what he’ll find. For them though, he manages. “They’re cursed, it’s-”
“Dark magic,” the words roll, accented and thick, like a cold wave over him. The door creaks again, just like it did the last time he made it inside; has she not had it fixed? “Come. Enter.”
With what strength he can muster, he scoops the traveler up and into the house, passing her by even as she darts towards the rest, offering a weak smile and steady hands to guide the rest inside. He doesn’t watch, even though he wants to, wants to see her warmth, even if it’s not turned on him. He doesn’t though, he pushes down the narrow hall and into the main room, and there he stops.
It’s almost like he never left.
There are no toys scattered on the floor, but the box still remains, tucked in one corner. Pictures, books, all the same, have only moved as much as needed for cleaning. The furniture is still in its place and muscle memory urges him to wind around it to his own chair before the fire.
He doesn’t. He settles Hyrule down on the couch, soothing curly hair absently, thoughtlessly, before dragging his aching body back towards the door. He passes her on the way, Wild curled in her arms. They don’t exchange even a look, but his heart still stutters at the ease she carries the younger hero, the familiar worried crease between her brows.
Twilight and Sky are the least effected so far, and they follow behind his wife, bringing the smallest two after. Time though is struggling, and while the weight of him is different from only a year ago, it still feels natural somehow to loop an arm over his shoulders and whisper encouragement to the man as they follow Legend’s limping figure into the house.
“Armor off,” is the order once they’ve made it in, door shut and the group of them gathered in the family room. It’s cramped, for ten people, but at least with the furniture as it is, but it doesn’t matter. “Tell me what happened.”
She’s already looking over Wind, dark hands cradling his ashen face like she used to with their son when he’d fallen and give himself a bloody nose or some other such injury.
“A curse,” Legend explains. “It was a wizzrobe. Don’t know what kind.” His breath is short, even as he’s crumpled down to sit at Hyrule’s feet, head leant against the couch arm. “None of our magic is any good and it’s- it’s affecting us physically as well.”
Amber eyes fall to stare at the lad, brows kitting together again. “How so?”
“Shortness of breath-” as though it wasn’t apparent “-pain-”
“Where?”
A shudder. “Everywhere.”
Her skirts rustle as she sinks down to be level with the scholar, hand lifted. “Where is it worst?”
Pink hair flies. “It’s not like that.”
“Explain then.” Her tone is soft, but firm.
Legend explains. He explains with words Warriors has seen in books on magic, but which he doesn’t know for himself. Sablya understands though, despite her hylian apparently still not being strong, and with prompting and feedback from the vet, she seems to get an idea of what it is that’s plaguing them. In the meantime, he leans at the couch’s back, hands mindlessly sinking to stroke curly heads and assure, as best he can, his little brothers.
“I think I understand,” the words have relief flooding over them, some of the boys even shedding a tear or two at the sound, “may I try something?”
“Go nuts.” Legend answers through a weary, pained smile.
It startles them, he supposes, to see the way darkness coalesces at her command, but when her hand rests against the vet’s chest, her voice low with the command to match his breath to her own, he sees tension bleed from the lad’s shoulders, resulting in something like a soft sob.
“Got it.” She moves to Wind next, although she orders, again, for the rest to remove their armor. “I cannot help you if there is a barrier. Take off the armor, I will help the children.”
It’s a struggle, in their weakened state, to get it off. Getting it on had been the same, but the risk of going without was too high considering the condition they’ve been in. It takes them all helping, or at least, those who wear it help each other, the vet’s hands joining after he sees to catch a breath.
Wind sags in relief when dark hands lift from him, and the vet moves to his side, gathering the younger up and waiting until Sablya has finished with Hyrule as well before pullng the traveler close as well. Both lads sink into him, nestling together, no longer in pain but fully drained from it’s effects.
Four is next, and then, because it is Twilight beside him, she quickly attends the rancher, although it’s only a second before she’s done. For reasons they can’t be certain of, but which the scholar had speculated might be in relation to magic exposure, the ranch hand had been least affected. While there’s still a sag to his shoulders as the hands of the captain’s wife lift from him, it’s not so much as to stop him pulling Four close with a soft hum, supporting the weight of the slumbering hero while their savior moves on to Wild next.
He tries not to watch, he does. He can’t help it though. He's missed her, even if thoughts of returning here have left him ill at ease and fumbling for ages. He can almost pretend, as he watches her drift between his brothers, that nothing happened. He’s home, she’s there, and save the lacking presence of a small child running about at their feet or tucked onto a hip or against a chest, it’s almost like nothing ever happened.
When all eight of the other heroes have been tended, she pauses. He sees her eyes drift to him, has to drop his gaze when it does, but she doesn’t step his way with that brisk step, with the determination that was turned on the rest. No, she lingers a moment.
“There are rooms upstairs. You are welcome to rest there.”
“Are you sure?” Twilight’s the only one with it left in him to speak, but the wide eyed stares of the rest convey their doubt and wariness.
Red hair swings free with her nod, drifting from where she’d hurriedly tucked it back while tending them. “You are guests, and you need rest. The children need to sleep, you all do, if you want to recover.”
“Thank you.”
“It is nothing.” Her smile is tight. “Please, make yourselves at home.”
Eyes turn to him, but he nods. He motions them along and, while the weight of magic still hangs from his shoulders, wrapping tight and making everything a pain, he just motions towards the doorway. “Stairs are at the end of the hall. Take any room that isn’t the first one on the right.”
The rancher’s brows raise, and the stares of the rest turn confused, but neither he nor his wife give answer. No, instead, she scoops Wind into her arms and, with a warning look nobody would dare disobey, not even Mask, she orders the rest of the younger boys to stay put.
“No straining yourself. I will get you.”
Such orders are not turned to Twilight and Sky, and the two men follow her out of the room, Four and Hyrule in their arms to be settled down. Usually, he’d demand they eat something before turning in for the night, but between the nausea and the exhaustion, he sees no reason to even try and suggest it. They need their sleep. They can eat when they don’t feel near ready to drop.
His wife is back a minute or so later, sweeping past him to gather Legend, only to be redirected to their champion. “I can last,” the teen vet assures, “get him first.”
She tuts at that, but listens. She doesn’t fight it, likely because she’s learned through experience with him that it’s pointless. It's only a short while later though that she’s back for the vet, and by then Time has mustered the strength to stand and follow.
Briefly, on his way out, their leader’s good eye falls on him, silent question hanging heavy, but he just grips the shoulder of the other in assurance. “I’ll be fine, just go rest.”
“Who is-”
“Someone we can trust,” and they are words that, from him at least, the others have all learned are never spoken lightly, can themselves be trusted. “Just go, sap. She and I need to talk anyway.”
There’s lingering curiosity there, but Time obeys. The man is too worn down, too tired from the last week, to likely even last through the long mess that would be answering all his questions. Time heads from the room, and while the house is a sturdy one, steps are heard overhead soon enough, signifying the motions of the boys to the rooms kept ready, at least while this house was still his home, for the presence of sisters, friends, and visiting family.
It leaves him alone.
Alone in a familiar room that’s his, but which feels wrong to linger in. The urge to wander, to stare, to take in the husk of the past, battles with the intense guilt of intrusion that he feels, even in his own home. Does he stay, waiting about for her to return? Does he wander freely, go where he will? He’s not been back since his first day returned from the war, and even then, he never made it past the hall. Is he okay to go to the kitchen and brew some tea for what will, no doubt, end up being a very tense night? Is he even allowed upstairs into their bedroom? Is he sleeping down here? With one of the boys?
He drags a hand through his hair and, for lack of anything better to do with himself, sits on the couch. Here, he’s least likely to cross the boundaries he can’t see, and here is where she’s most likely to look for him once she’s satisfied that young heroes are safely abed and no longer suffering.
Briefly, he hears steps pass. Briefly, he hears the familiar clatter in the kitchen. For a moment, the steps creak, skirts swishing up them with the brisque pace she always sets when worried or tense. It’s a moment later when the same sounds return again, getting louder as she returns to the main floor. She’s stalling, he thinks. Tending her guests by providing medicine for pain, blankets for warmth, and no doubt water for drinking and washing both. He’s glad the boys will have it, but every time her feet pass by the door, he finds himself tensing, panicking for a moment that now is the time he has to face her, and now he won’t have them here to act as a distraction for either of them. She just heads back up though, and he’s breathing in relief only to sigh it all out again in frustration with himself.
He needs to man up. She’s his wife for the love of Hylia! Yet even so, facing her is as daunting as walking up to face Cia, although his reasons are different. Against Cia, he was afraid for himself, afraid of her. Against Sablya, he’s afraid to shatter further what’s already so broken, afraid that somehow, he will cross the line of no return. It's not about failing with her, it’s the fact that he already has, and the question of how much worse he’ll make it.
“Your breath is bad enough, do not make it worse with a panic.”
Despite her words, his breath catches in his throat at the sound of her voice.
Her feet tap on the floor as she walks, but there’s a certain hesitance to each step. There's not the usual confidence in her pace, even if she crosses the room at the same speed as she would any other time, as she did just moments before when tending their guests. He risks a glance when the steps stop, and she’s standing in the middle of the room, facing him. He can’t manage to meet her eyes though.
“Armor off, I said. How do I fix the curse if you have it on?” She clucks her tongue, hands settling on her hips and, no doubt, golden eyes are staring down at him. He can feel their weight, but he can’t meet them. “Tch, come now, will you make this hard?”
The urge to remind her that the phrase in Hylian is “being difficult” rises in his mind, but he doesn’t say it. If anything, her attempts at the language are still endearing, even if her tongue is sharp as she says them.
He shifts, moving to shed the offensive attire. He’d forgotten, in the midst of aiding Time with removing his plate, that the mail he wears like a second skin these days was still on him. It’s heavy, yes, but it’s also familiar and grounding after so long wearing it for every waking moment. It’s almost a part of him these days, and shedding it is strange.
It’s strange to be without.
It’s strange having her eyes on him while he does so, even despite the fact that they’re married, that she’s seen him with much, much less. It’s different now though. They’re different. They haven’t been the young, happy couple- the one that stares back from pictures around the room; that smiles, arms around each other- in a very long time. Not since the war started.
He fumbles. Between the uncertainty and the curse that still lingers over him, his hands struggle with the buckles, the straps, never mind getting at the chain mail beneath it all. His hands tremble worse than normal, and even when he stops to master his breath, to try and calm himself, it only makes it worse.
Sablya clucks her tongue at him, and he can hear her hair swish over her shoulders with the shaking of her head, even as her feet tap across the distance between them. She’s moving closer, but that doesn’t change the fact that when she reaches out, hands brushing his arm, he still surges back.
She’s not Cia, she’s not, she’s nothing like. Still, he didn’t expect the contact, the hands, and all over again he must fight to re-steady his breath.
“You will not do this. You are weak; struggling.” He needs help, he hears, and his heart bleeds for it. Despite all, this woman will still stand there and offer aid, after everything he’s put her through, made her lose, all the hurt he’s brought to her life. “Let me.” She sighs.
So, he does. He drops his hands and only moves as she tells him, lifting his arm to let her get at the buckles beneath. In the back of his mind, a memory of her strapping those buckles herself, helping him gird himself for departure, for the war, plays in his head. Then, as now, her eyes had held a certain determination, one mixing with a sadness she refused to speak aloud.
“How you do these things to yourself, I do not know.” She murmurs. It’s not addressed to him specifically as far as he can tell, but he can’t help wincing at it anyway.
Does he answer? Apologize? Does he laugh it off as he might once have done to try and earn one of those wry smiles she would turn on him when they were young? Gods, he speaks like a man long aged, but the years spent courting, teasing, laughing and cheerful, they seem a lifetime ago.
Her hands are steady as they work the buckles, pulling belts free and finally lifting his pauldron away. He doesn’t need the help with his vambraces as badly, but she still moves on to them; his arm rested on her knees as she settles beside him, knee brushing his own and skirts folding over to drape over his legs as well as her own. She doesn’t move, he’s not sure if she notices, but he does. He can’t help but notice.
“Thank you.” He still can’t meet her eyes, and he doubts they will lift from where they work at leather straps. His own linger on her hands, moving deftly through their work. “For helping them.”
“It is the right thing.” She states simply, pulling free the vambrace and reaching for his other hand. She catches him by the wrist, grip fleeting, gone the moment he is where she wants him. “They do not deserve to suffer.”
He, who still sits with the curse heavy on him, perhaps does.
“They are heroes?”
He nods. She would know. He’s not sure how, but this woman isn’t the sort he could hide anything from, not ever. “Across time, yes.”
A nod, sharp. Her eyes remain lowered, but long hair falls over them. The urge to push it back, tuck it behind her ear, wells up within, but he stomps it down again. Chances are, she would welcome his touch as freely as he had hers just moments before, and the risk of it, of her potential rejection... he’s too much a coward to face it.
Silence hangs heavy between them as she removes the vambrace, setting it aside before moving, without stuttering, for his belt. It makes him pause, but he allows it. Lets her work the buckle of the baldric, his great belt, pulling them free and lying them aside. She’s methodic as she moves to aid him with his over tunic, and he lets her pull it free, shifting as he must to accommodate.
The mail is so much harder. He has to stand for that, and she follows after, both working to lift it free in an awkward tangle that would, at one time, have made them laugh together, at each other, at themselves. He would, maybe, have joked something, he can’t remember what, but he can’t. Words catch in his throat with her standing oh so close, determined stare fixed on him, on getting him free from the heavy shirt, and despite all else changing, the way she makes him breathless has not. At last though, it is free, and he’s standing there, defenseless, unarmed, unguarded, before piercing eyes that linger for a moment, hands that, by habit, smooth the shoulders of his shirt before starting away.
He wants to say something. Wants a word to come to him, to pierce the silence that hangs heavy between them. Nothing comes to mind though, only the urge to apologize, again, and again after, for everything. For himself, for his failures, for...until she tells him to stop.
“Sit.” She huffs, pushing back against him with the hand not holding his shed armor. “I will put it away.”
He obeys, sinking back onto the couch, now without the weight the mail brings to weigh him down. Somehow, he feels heavier without it.
She doesn’t take long with the armor. Really, it’s a matter of moving across the room to set it down beside everyone else’s; a mess for the morning once they’ve got the energy and strength to tackle it, or, more likely, do it again to depart and return to their work. He can’t imagine them being welcome past what’s necessary for them to recover, and his house or no, it’s hers as well. He doesn’t want her stuck with them just because they need somewhere to rest, not when the castle isn’t far at all, and he has rooms there already.
Her steps are slow this time as she returns, motions more hesitant as she reclaims the seat at his side. She’s more conscious, he thinks, of how she settles herself, and there is no brushing against each other save as is necessary; only her hand settling over his chest. Her breath is slow, controlled, but it trembles slightly. “Match me.”
It’s hard. It’s so hard. She’s leaning so close, all dark eyes and long lashes and fine features he could look at for an eternity. The slope of her nose, her cheeks, the way red hair curls so softly at the ends to caress dappled skin, the spots of pale flesh interspersed over the dark, it’s got his full focus, and his breath catches repeatedly for it.
“Focus.” She hisses, wincing the words, hand lifting for a moment from where it presses, warm, against his chest.
He tries.
Her chest swells, shoulders tensing, and he draws breath in. Her hair flutters, drawn lines loosening, and he exhales. In and out, matching to her and feeling the familiar weight of her magic ease around him, slipping beneath the curse’s bonds and lifting free, like a small blade cutting away awry stitching, working slowly, pulling, lifting and prying until the weight of it is gone and he’s left sagging back into the cushions, breath heavy despite no effort being required on his part.
Her hands slips away, dragging slightly over fabric.
He should say something.
“You are fixed. Rest now.” She doesn’t say his name. She won’t, he thinks, and golden eyes dart away as she stands, brushing hands down her skirt and moving for the stairs.
He should say something.
“Goodnight.” She says to the darkness in the hall, tone clipped, yet hesitant before she slips away.
His gaze is trapped on the walls, unable to turn to follow her. He needs to answer.
Her feet tap away.
“I love you.”
A stumble, a hitching of breath and then- the creak of the steps, the swish of a skirt, hands that fall heavy on the banister and then a shutting door.
Blonde hair hits the old couch, worn hands dragging through. The weight of the curse was almost better than that of the silence that answers his treacherous words. Words hurt, those that love, but silence pierces ever sharper in answer to them, and devested of his armor, he is but a man before it’s blow.
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First Time on Copper 9
A full minute!!!
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Okay but that last ANON 😭😭
3 things!!
first is that would Aegon see the parallels between baelon and the reader and him and alicent’s relationship?
Like to be honest Alicent’s apprehensiveness to Aegon is a MIRROR to the reader and baelon
I feel like because of this Aegon would be the defendant parent to Baelon, he would always defend baelon because he knows what it feels like to have no one defend him
Second is I think the reader is hard on Baelon because he is set to inherit the Iron Throne and he is the first born (even though he’s a twin). And instead of following the adults like Jace had done while being prepared for the crown Baelon has his own direction to go head first (like a true targaryen) and it doesn’t help that i think Alicent consents and plays favorite with Baelon
(he is aemond’s (alicent’s fave), first born that is male, and is legitimate)
Third is If Baelon does mount Caraxes I don’t think the reader or any of them can separate the two, Caraxes has been separated from his riders due to violent deaths and if he gets mounted again the separation anxiety would go absolutely insane. And due to the war I don’t think anyone can afford to go against the dragon, especially one who was practically bred to be ridden by a warrior and war. Plus the fact that it’s BAELON’S mount, reader maybe but i don’t see how aemond or aegon could ever do that.
I also wonder if the reader would be scared to bits since it’s no secret that whenever Daemon was banished he would actually go. away.
I mean they must’ve heard stories about how Viserys even though he was the one to banish daemon he was also the one to BEG daemon to come back. And i think despite the reader’s fears her worst would be that, her baby and first born being alone and refusing to come home to her. It’s one thing to be sent to the North but if Baelon runs away with no one to be a bridge between him and the reader to see his well being it would be war of resentment i think mostly between aemond and reader. The mention of the north already made aemond defensive but imagine actually having your child run away and be what you were afraid of: alone.
That would quake thier marriage.
PS i am so sorry this is long but i can’t wait for a fic of this!! I know you’re gonna kill it like you always do!!!
OMG ANON
First I love that you see Baelon and the Queen's relationship as a mirror of Alicent and Aegon's because I see it too. Honestly whenever I write them or think about Baelon and Reader I always end up thinking about Alcient and Aegon. I anticipate that Reader also has his "you are no son of mine" moment
In fact, the fragment of Reader thinking about Baelon and comparing him to Daemon is taken from a one shot where Reader and Alicent talk about motherhood. Reader opens up to Alicent because she sees herself reflected in her, she trusts her to admit that she loves her child but she doesn't like him because she knows Alicent felt the same way about Aegon.
As for Aegon, he definitely sees the parallels. He always tries to be the intermediary between Reader and Baelon, he tries that the punishments are not so severe.
Aegon always reminds Baelon that he is loved but when he crosses the line he does not hesitate to rebuke him and support you.
Second, I'm interested in talking about the Iron Throne because it's something I didn't get a chance to clarify before. The heir is Daeron because he is the first son of Aegon and Reader, it's something they arranged with the council to avoid problems with people who only supported Aegon's claim. In the line of succession their children will always go first before those of Aemond and Reader. If things weren't like this then Aemon would be the heir because he is the older twin.
I think the Throne issue is also important in Reader and Baelon's relationship. If Baelon no longer listens to authority as a child, who assures Reader that he will respect Daeron as king? Baelon always seems to do what he wants so what if he one day decides to rebel against his brother?
You're right that Alicent coddling Baelon doesn't help much. Besides that she will always remind him that he is more important than Aelor.
Third, totally agree with you I don't think Caraxes would get away from his rider so the reader will have to learn to live with that.
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Good about exile and tension in marriage. It is something that is going to happen.
In order for Cregan Stark to kneel and accept Aegon as king, Reader promises to marry her first daughter to Cregan's firstson. The alliance of the North is something very important, and I also feel that with the passing of time a true friendship arises between the Guardian of the North and The Queen… Then Baelon ruins it. He secretly marries his sister, Alyssa, and Reader is furious. Here happens the moment of "you are no son of mine".
Now Daella, Reader's other daughter, is just a little girl and she has to marry Rickon Stark instantly because the northerners don't want to wait until she come of age for fear that another princess will escape them again.
Anyway Reader is so furious that she wants Baelon and Alyssa to be exiled but Aegon and Aemond refuse. She also wants to remove them from the line of succession.
Did you see that King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne were apart for a while without seeing each other? Well, the same thing happens here. Reader goes to the North with Daella and her younger children while Aegon and Aemond stay in King's Landing with the older ones… It's definitely quite a drama.
Thank you very much for writing me anon, I really enjoyed reading your thoughts. I really hope you write to me again because I would love to read more from you 🥰🥰
I hope you're well 💖💖
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Commissions are open (sort of)
Hi! I’m back to say that Commissions are open now on Ko-Fi!
The rules are the same as my blog.
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I would like to add I suck at drawing mecha and animals but I am willing to improve.
Art Commissions:
A Sketch is 10 USD this will include backgrounds but if you want another person it’s + 5
Examples:
Line Art is 15 USD this will include backgrounds as well. If you want another person it would be + 5 Dollars.
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The Crochet Doll Commissions are the same as they are on my Etsy. Though I will be changing them soon.
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