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snakebites-and-ink · 8 months

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CW: Pet whump, institutionalized slavery, implied past abuse, caretaker is in fact the new master, I’m new at this so if there was a warning I missed please lmk.

It was a normal day, at first. A calm day. Caretaker and Whumpee were in the kitchen. Whumpee was standing casually in the kitchen space and would simply move out of the way if Caretaker had to get to something past them. The pet had come a long way since Caretaker first bought them, when Whumpee would kneel in a corner trying to make themself as small as possible, and not do anything without permission except beg.

Now Whumpee would move around the house freely and take care of their basic needs without permission, and was more-or-less comfortable asking Caretaker for other things they needed or even wanted. Caretaker was proud of them.

Unfortunately, there were still things that could bring Whumpee’s fear out from wherever it still lurked within them.

Not having been paying close attention, Caretaker wasn’t quite sure what caused it: whether Whumpee got distracted, or Caretaker moved in a startling way somehow, or if the glass was just wet and slippery. Whichever it was, the glass of water Whumpee was holding unexpectedly slid from their grasp.

Two sets of eyes widened as the glass crashed to the floor, spraying glittering clear water and glass shards everywhere. Startling, but not a serious thing…to Caretaker.

By the look of things, it was serious to Whumpee. They looked afraid, almost panicked, at how they had messed up. Face pale, Whumpee paused in shock for a single moment before immediately moving to pick up the sharp shards.

“Stop!” Caretaker shouted. Whumpee froze. “Don’t use your bare hands. Use the broom and dustpan, then go over the area with a vacuum to get all the tiny bits that the broom might have missed.” As Caretaker spoke, they leaned over the broken glass with the broom held out so that Whumpee didn’t have to risk cutting their feet to go retrieve it.

Whumpee accepted the broom and started sweeping the shards. They still looked quite afraid, but the instructions seemed to have given them something to focus on and directed them away from blind panic to a more controlled fear. Whumpee was sweeping the glass away from—never towards—where they were standing, and not touching any of it directly.

Satisfied that Whumpee was out of danger and figuring that a second body at risk of getting cut would only complicate things, Caretaker said, “I’m going to the living room. Don’t cut yourself.” Whumpee nodded obediently and Caretaker carefully stepped out of the room.

Whumpee finished cleaning up their mess, trying in vain to ignore the dread that had settled in their stomach. After putting away the vacuum, they went to where their owner had sat down and knelt in front of them.

Caretaker looked up from what they were reading and frowned in concern, noticing how tense the pet was. “What’s up, hon?”

“I finished cleaning. I’m ready for my punishment, Master.”

Whumpee’s heart raced in fear as they wondered what their owner was going to do about this mishap. Caretaker had been lenient with them so far, but they hadn’t broken anything of Caretaker’s before and weren’t sure what the punishment would be. They couldn’t help but think of how their old master would have punished them for a slip-up like this.

“Wasn’t having to clean up the mess sufficient punishment?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee froze. They were trapped. If they said yes, it could be seen as them trying to escape punishment. If they said no, they could be seen as disagreeing with their master. Either one could only make their situation worse. After a few seconds of panicked hesitation, Whumpee gave the safest answer they could: “I wouldn’t know, Master.” Caretaker’s expectant look told them that that answer wasn’t enough, so Whumpee added, “but I’m used to harsher punishments.”

Caretaker’s face did the thing it usually did when Whumpee talked about the time with their previous owner; it softened with compassion for Whumpee, hardened with cold anger towards Whumper, and got kind of sad, all at the same time somehow. “Oh, Whumpee,” they said sympathetically, “you don’t need any punishments like that. Dishes are replaceable, and more importantly, I know it was an accident. If you were to willfully rebel, I would have to be harsh with you, but otherwise I see no reason for your consequences to be anything worse than fixing the problem your mistake caused.”

Whumpee could have sobbed with relief. Not only were they not going to be punished any further for this, but now also they knew such lenience would be a pattern they could rely on for the future. “Thank you, Master,” they said, tension draining out of them.

Caretaker put an arm around Whumpee’s shoulder and drew them closer, and Whumpee leaned into the owner who was so much kinder than anything they’d known before. “You’re welcome, hon, but you don’t need to thank me for something as basic as that. I’ll never treat you like your last owner did. You’re safe here, and I hope one day you’ll understand that as a truth rather than just as a statement,” Caretaker murmured into Whumpee’s ear.

I’m starting to, Whumpee thought.

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eirianerisdar · 4 months

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Honestly if the second half of the month of December hasn't drained me so much I might have the next chapter of Icarus out by now

The good news is @wafflesrisa and I have now planned out the conclusion of the brocedes/princess cake subplot in all its beautiiful, angsty detail

#the amount of angst we have decided to pour in that will eventually solidify into hurt/comfort and fluff #but the thing about being in healthcare is that work is just as draining between Christmas and New years' as any other time #maybe even more so #my post #personal #writing #icarus

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beetlesau · 1 year

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SoulBox

*cringing internally* CHAPTER THREEEE, wow yes wow finally

no editing, I didn't even check for continuity errors from the last chapter so just roll with whatever if there's anything like that! Here we go babyyy YeeHaw. like, 3k words. warnings would be CURSING. Let's go.

You aren't sure which exact moment got you into this situation.

One second, you were filing paperwork, then the next, you were in the office of your team leader.

Sat beside you, arms crossed and scowl plastered on, was Bakugo.

You tried to listen thoughtfully as the department head reprimanded the two of you for starting a shouting match at your desk.

He wasn't even done speaking before Bakugo groaned loudly in annoyance.

"It wasn't that big a deal. We were just having a conversation." he scoffed.

"You call that a conversation? You started criticizing the order of my desk immediately! Normally when someone joins a new team they, I dunno, introduce themselves, say hello!"

"It seemed pretty valid to me! You're the one that started talking shit about my body!"

The team leader's eye widened and turned to get an elaboration from you on that.

"You sat at my chair, put your dirty PLATFORM WORKBOOTS on my desk, and all I did was call you out on it! It had nothing to do with your height, but since you bring it up, yeah, clearly you're compensating for it!"

Okay, so that one did make you feel bad. It wasn't really in your nature to be so mean, but he'd always brought out the worst in you. He wasn't even short, you just happened to be taller than the average woman and he was still a head taller than you? You didn't know how it affected him as much as it did. Also even if he was shorter than you, why would you care? Did he care that you thought he was short? Your mind was wandering as it was prone to do when you couldn't figure something out through simple observation.

"Are you even fucking listening? Swear you and Deku could be Soulmates you both go off in your own damn worlds. This is why no one likes you." Bakugo waves his hand in front of your face.

You were standing outside the team director's office, apparently having autopiloted your way through the boring... uh important lecture on office behavior.

"Soulmate?" you mumbled to the blonde.

"Jesus is that all you heard? This is why Soulmate shit is so stupid. Find out you have one and nothing else in the world matters. Have some fuckin life goals."

"What? No! Shut up! I'm in the top ten best heroes how in the world can you conclude that I don't have my own goals just because I zoned out for a second, huh? Grow up."

"Well you're not as good as me," he stated simply.

You groaned, "I didn't SAY that I was, I didn't SAY anything. Why do you act like this!" you stormed off before he could continue to berate you further.

Back at your desk, you were typing away at some reports that had been emailed over when there was a tap on your shoulder. Expecting to see Bakugo coming to get the last word, you were surprised to see another transfer from his previous Agency.

"Kirishima!" you gasped in surprise and elation.

"Oh, wow hi! You remember me!?" he smiled with the same sharp-toothed grin you remembered from U.A.

He and Bakugo were in the third year at U.A. by the time you took your entrance exam. While Bakugo was aggressive and rude, Kirishima had been the complete opposite. Oh course you would remember him, and not just by his hero name.

"YES? I looked up to you and half your class, how could I ever forget!" you stood to give him a warm hug, noticing a pair of glaring red eyes a few cubicles away from your own. Of course, he would be watching, fuming over the ease at which Kirishima got along with others.

"Oh wow, you flatter me! I just wanted to come over and say how excited I am that we could end up working together now! Maybe you looked up to me then, but I am for sure your fan now." he scratched the back of his head bashfully, the smallest pink on his cheeks nearly hidden by the brighter red hue of his hair.

Just then a heavy wad of paper struck him in the neck.

"Ow! What gives dude!?" he turned to Bakugo, knowing full well it was him.

"Would you stop flirting, I'm ready to hit a patrol!" he screeched.

"I'm just saying my hellos, it's been a long time since we've talked-"

"She outranks you on the charts by god knows how much, don't you think you should work on that, shit for hair? Shit's embarrassing. You shouldn't even be breathing the same air as her." he mumbled the last part, but his voice is so deep and harsh it was easily heard since everyone had stopped to listen in yet again to the angry man.

"Then why do you talk to him if that's how you feel?" you asked, confused by his logic, "You're friends with him, like???"

"It's okay. I, he, well you just, he--" Kirishima was having a hard time finding the words, but Bakugo took this moment to grab him hard by the shoulder and pull him away.

"Stop talking loser. Now." he didn't seem to want Kirishima to explain his behaviors.

"Well anyway, I'll see you around! Maybe we can go out for drinks later!"

"Ah, y-yeah! That sounds... fun." the two of them were gone before you could finish your sentence, though you can't say it bothered you that much. The idea of going out for drinks with Kirishima was fine, but not so much with Bakugo.

It was times like this you really wish you could talk about life events more specifically to your soulmate. Speaking of which, you decided to check the box in your bottom desk drawer while you were finishing up your paperwork. A couple of notes had gathered, cramped within their small confines.

You unfold one,

Do you ever have someone on your mind that you just can't stop thinking about? Like everything they do just pisses you off for some reason?

You take a look at the second, more hastily written note:

I think we should meet soon.

Your eyes bulge at the second note. The jump from one topic to this one has you believing it was an impulse decision on his part, but you couldn't care less about that right now. He wanted to meet. He asked you.

You practically believed this day would never come, but here it is, out of the blue.

You both agreed that you would meet when the time was right for you in your personal lives. Having steady careers, financial stability, and your own independence.

You knew something big happened in his life recently, but not this level big.

He wanted to meet you.

You wanted to meet him, absolutely.

You wrote back and your handwriting was sloppy for the first time ever, the eagerness getting the better of you.

Yes! Do we live close? Are we even in the same country? oh my god, I don't care, yes!

Your work break was nearing, and the anticipation you were experiencing had your body covered in a thin layer of sweat. You figured he would take a while responding, it always had in the past. But you nearly passed out when you heard your little magic box shuffle not long after you'd sent your own message. The handwriting was sloppier than normal if that was even possible. There were a few puncture holes in some of the curves of the letters as though he were on the move when writing them, and no solid place to hold his paper against.

I live near this location. What about you?

Holy shit. Holy shit shit shit. He was close. Oh so close. Closer than you could have imagined. The thoughts that he could have been someone you've met before had you light-headed.

No freaking way. I live here!

Well, that's just fuckin perfect, I just moved to the area so it seems like an alignment to me. I need to talk to you in person anyway. I have some things I want to get off my chest. But it wouldn't be fair to you to just write them out.

We have to meet soon.

Your heart stuttered at the words he'd written. What did that mean? What did he have to tell me that could only be said in person? Was it good things? Bad?

A letter came through before you could riddle yourself with any further anxiety.

Don't be scared about what I just said. I'm yours. I don't care what's going on in my life I'm not going to let anything get in the way of you and me being soulmates. I love you.

This new message did next to nothing to quell your worry and left you honestly with even more questions. He's not going to let anything get in the way? What does that mean, you wondered. You read back over the first message he'd sent that day.

"Do you ever have someone on your mind that you just can't stop thinking about? Like everything they do just pisses you off for some reason?" As you read it over a couple of times, you could only piece together that it wasn't some thing that was occupying his mind with worry, it was some one.

You curse your observant mind to all hell. Why couldn't you just read things without analyzing them to oblivion?

But, you knew him. You knew he was no liar, of that you were sure. If he said he was yours, then he was, simple as that.

I love you. When and where?

It was finally time, and nothing would ruin that.

The very next day, you sat at a little table for two, at a restaurant/ bar you'd both agreed on. He said it was the only place in town that he'd really been to yet, thanks to a friend of his dragging him out. He told you that the small buffalo bites were alright but it was the hot sauce dip that really sold the place to him. You breathed in at a steady pace to calm yourself as you waited. You told him he could recognize you because you were going to order two of what he'd had, one for you and another sat across the table for him. On top of that, you let him know you would be wearing a necklace that held his very first "message" to you. So he would be able to pick you out with that small item descriptor as well.

You placed your SoulBox next to your glass of wine, straightened your posture, fixed your hair so that it perfectly framed and showcased your necklace, and waited.

"I can't believe those fuckers decided to rob a hot dog stand of all the damn places. On the way to this stupid ass bar. Unbelievable."

Bakugo seethed the entire walk to the place he was meant to meet his soulmate for the first time. Kirishima kept quiet, knowing nothing could help his friend in this moment of anger. He didn't even have the chance to change out of his hero costume. "The absolute stupidity. They didn't even check their surroundings before pulling that shit. Imagine, two top heroes standing a mere fifteen feet away and you try and rob a hot dog stand. A HOT DOG STAND. I hate being late. I hate it. And now of all times. This is the worst first impression I think I could ever make in my LIFE."

Kirishima nodded in silence. They marched forward at a blurring pace, not realizing they had nearly walked past the restaurant bar they had been heading to.

"Woah, dude. Hold up, we're here! Are you ready?" Kirishima sounded almost more nervous than his best friend. He was even shifting his weight from one foot to another, a habit that much annoyed his blonde companion.

"Of course I'm ready, shittyhair. 'm not scared of anything." Bakugo clicked his tongue and scoffed. ... But made no move to the entrance.

"Well uh, I guess I'll leave you to it then?"

"Fine whatever. I dont' know why you insisted on coming along anyway." he shooed at him.

"I'm just excited for you man! It's a once in a lifetime thing to meet your soulmate for the first time!" He smiled his obnoxious smile like he always does when something good happens for Bakugo. He slapped his friend's shoulder, giving him a nod of approval before turning to head back to the Agency.

"Wait." Bakugo spoke in a low annoyed growl. "Will you.. Can you just check the window for me? Tell me if you see someone with the necklace she described?"

Kirishima stood, jaw slack for a moment before practically sprinting up to the bars tinted windows to peek inside. There was no chance in hell he would survive if he teased Bakugo over how nervous he came off as. Instead, he played it off like a best friend would, "Oh smart, man. Check the scene. Make sure she's in there, get her location so you're not looking around forever and---" Kirishima looked through the glass and cocked his head, his own silence cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Hello? What the hell are you doing? Did you find her or not?" Bakugo was growing impatient.

"Uh, yeah. I mean, I think so?"

"What do you mean , 'you think so'? What the hell, does she have the food in front of her?"

"Um. Yes."

"And does that person also have a fucking necklace on that matched the one I described to you?"

"Also yes."

"THEN WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?"

"Well I dunno if you're gonna like her man."

"WHAT? How the hell would you know what I like, dumbass?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Well you know Smokie from work?" Kirishima wasn't exactly fond of using your 'petname' that Bakugo referred to you as usual, but it was the surest way he would know who he was talking about right away.

"Sm-- what? Yes? SO? What the hell does she have to do with anything we're talking about right now, moron? Did you forget to take you ADHD medication or something--"

"Well if you don't like Smokie, you won't like her." he says matter-of-factly.

"WELL, WHY THE HELL NOT?" Bakugo has had it. At the end of his rope with his long-time friend, soon to be six feet under friend.

"Mm. Because it IS Smokie." he tries to force a smile, but he's too afraid of the blonde at this moment.

A long pause ensues.

Bakugo darts up to the window, quick to take the place of where Kirishima once stood. His eyes search the dining area, sure enough, landing on a lone woman sitting at a table for two. Two plates of chicken and spicy sauce. A familiar necklace around her neck. You. It's you that sits there, waiting. You are sitting there waiting for him. For Bakugo.

And all at once Bakugo goes completely blank. This person, you, has been a thorn in his side for years. Someone he noticed during his third year in U.A. Noticed every time you ascended the ranks, took an absolutely deserved step closer to him in power. It infuriated him. It made him proud. It made him sick that he thought of you so much, so hatefully. And he did hate you. Or at least he tried. Tried to tell himself that, because he had a soulmate. Someone that actually knew his heart. How could he even consider the possibility of liking you, knowing that the real love of his life was out there, patiently waiting for him?

"Oh my god."

Then it all came crashing down around him at once. He'd done nothing but show you his worst side for years. Did whatever he could to be close to you but a light year away at the same time.

He told you, his soulmate you, that he needed to get something off his chest. His ugly infatuation with someone that wasn't you, that now WAS you. He desperately needed to meet you, to get over this ridiculous crush, all he had to do was meet his soulmate and that would be the end of it once and for all.

That seemed like such a trivial thing to talk about before. Now it seemed like the easiest outcome. This, this was a whole new set of problems.

This you, the one sitting in the bar. This you loved him. This you hated him.

Bakugo stepped down from the window, silent. And began to walk away, aimless and dizzy.

"Hey! Hey man! You're not going to just leave her in there are you? I mean she's your soulmate! You gotta at least send her a message or something, right?" Kirishima called after his friend in earnest.

Bakugo stopped and scolded at his feet for a moment before getting an idea.

"Yeah... Yeah you're right. He's got to send her a message, he's gonna be late. In fact, he's not even going to make it, after all."

Kirishima's face scrunched in bewilderment before realizing what his friend meant.

Bakugo pulled out a small notebook he kept in one of his many pant pockets, scribbled his apologies, and tore out the page, placing it in another separate pant pocket.

"Right. Soo, what, do we just... leave now?" Kirishima questions.

"Nope. I've got a better idea." he peaks in the window again, waiting as he watches you open your box, picking out the letter and seeing the heartbreak written on your face.

"We're going to go talk to my soulmate."

You look over the letter that rattled the box unexpectantly.

You could have almost teared up as you read that an emergency had come up and he wouldn't be able to make it after all. If that wasn't the worst of it, not moments after the bad news a familiar pair of now off-duty coworkers come striding through the door and are heading straight for you.

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vieramars · 5 months

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Moth Jon

#the magnus archives #my art #ignore his asymmetrical-ass wings #he's a scrunkly creature #kind of took design inspiration from the radiance (hollow knight)#mostly in the face and head fluff and eye crown #and naturally the eyespots on his wings blink #more monster avatars coming eventually? maybe?

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tiresomeimagination · 2 years

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Since you and Saeyoung have seriously started your relationship, you've started looking for little ways to help him improve his self-care habits. A lot of his bad habits are pretty deeply ingrained from all his time working alone, so you have to try small things rather than expecting huge change right away. First order of business is his diet. Having you by his side does encourage him to take an interest in setting aside time to eat with you, so you don't have to twist his arm too much...unless he gets engrossed in his work. If left to his own devices, Saeyoung tends to get sucked into a project and you might not see him for hours on end. One thing you can do to make sure he gets at least one good meal in for the day is to pack him a lunch and leave it on his desk.

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Saeyoung was headed back to his workstation, ready to get back to his coding. To his surprise, his workspace wasn't exactly how he left it. In front of his computer sat a bento box with a note attached. He curiously picked it up to read it.

"Good luck at work today, Saeyoung! ^3^ Don't forget to eat some lunch today. If this bento isn't emptied by dinnertime, I'll know ;P"

He couldn't help but smile, his heart warming at the sweet gesture. He was never going to get used to this...Having somebody care about him this much. It was still so surreal that he could hardly believe it.

"Uhh...Y/N?" He called out, poking his head out into the living area.

"Yeah?" You called back.

"You know you don't have to pack a lunch for me, cause I'm not actually leaving the house, right?" He asked, a mixture of confusion and amusement in his tone as he pondered your logic.

"If you don't have something ready and grabbable in your line of vision, you'll be working with nothing but chips and soda in your system. This way you can't forget!" You said with a laugh.

You were too busy focusing on the TV to notice Saeyoung come up behind you until he placed his hands gently on your shoulders and pressed a featherlight kiss to the top of your head. You chuckled and leaned back to look at him.

"How'd I get so lucky...?" He murmured under his breath, looking down at you with pure adoration.

You smiled up at him with an equal level of affection in your gaze. "I'm the lucky one, silly. You deserve to be spoiled a little...and I won't let you forget it!" You said firmly before stretching your neck up in an attempt to reach Saeyoung's face.

You missed his lips due to the awkward angle and kissed his chin instead.

You both giggled, wrapped up in your own little world together.

A small exasperated sigh came from across the room as Saeran averted his eyes from yet another display of affection and refocused his attention elsewhere. He vaguely wondered if you two ever got tired of doing that. Probably not. His brother was clearly nothing if not committed.

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microwave-core · 6 months

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my brain can't write rn so have a shitty haley instead idk

#stardew valley #haley #haley stardew valley #ms haley stardew valley pls answer my dms #you know i thought i had allergies but maybe im just sick #im cold and sweaty so that's fun #carmine on the mind she won't leave me alone #but words ain't wording #i think i wanna do a fluff alphabet for her #ill do something for perrin eventually #my mom said yas queen yesterday #<- unrelated

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Can I request Aether loving Dew and Dew believing him? I will take literally anything, whatever table scraps you will throw me, just please let my boy believe he is loved 🥺

I have convened telepathically with the rest of the Trauma Trio and we have come to the decision that...no. No you cannot have this. Our boy was made to suffer. :)

#miasma says #Trauma Trio #this is making my whole day #i promise im working on fluff you guys #there will be a reprieve eventually #probably #maybe

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vael-fire · 13 days

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Alonza might be experiencing the beginning of an Oath crisis. A sympathetic Halsin means to distract him for the afternoon but ends up just as distracted himself.

Ridiculous, beautiful, perfect man. Half of me wanted to shake him and make him repeat affirmations for the rest of the afternoon: /I am good enough, I am smart enough, and Alonza wants to bang me constantly and thoroughly/. The other half just needed to kiss him. -Alonza

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Chapter 3 of this smutty fluff-fest coming at you, this time with 80% more Poetic Ruminations While Blowing a DILFy Elf Druid taggage.

#bg3 #halsin #halsin silverbough #alonza #named tav #tav #halsin x tav #fanfic #fic #bg3 fic #smutty fluff #fluffy smut #it's all the rage around here let me tell you these two #we're getting to bottom halsin I promise #tender fucking and sweet talking all day tho #and maybe a little bit of kink eventually but sugary AF

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wicked-elfie · 2 years

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Time Swap (ROTMNT)

Time Swap AU created by @teetlezhere

Chapter 2

TW: Minor action violence, mentions of death

Beginning / Previous / Next

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“Donnie!”

Leonardo reached for his brother before a large metal tail swung into him, smacking him like a fly out of the air. He crashed into the wall of what was once a great skyscraper. Slumped down, he held his abdomen in excruciating pain; He felt so small. He tried to steady himself, and after a moment of grinding his teeth together, he was able to stand again. He cradled the back of his head as his eyes tried to focus through the blinding whiteness in front of him. He thought to himself, ‘Purple, purple, purple. Where is he?!’ He scanned the field desperately for any sign of Donatello.

Commander O’Neil - April - gripped his arm. “Leon, we have to go!” Her free hand snapped her goggles over her eyes as she tried to tug him towards their tank.

He shook her off of his bicep. “I’m not leaving, April! I need to go back for him!” She bit the inside of her lip and looked back at the tank, then back to the field. Hesitantly, she nodded and picked up her staff, letting Leonardo go and standing defensively towards the onslaught to give her friend some time. “Thank you, April. I’ll hurry.”

“I don’t want to lose him either, Leo…” She scrunched her brow and fixed her jaw, preparing for a fast-approaching wave of Krang zombies, “He’s always been there for me…” Leonardo gulped dryly and stiffly set his chin down in response. He turned back to the wasteland of debris, ignoring the rattling of gravel as the ground shook from the bombardment nearby. Frantically, he climbed through the rubble of the building that had just been demolished. Don had to be out there, he just had to.

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The ceiling was a greyish green. His eyesight was still hazy from being thrown earlier. Leonardo clenched his jaw, debating whether or not he should move. He was, admittedly, scared to confront his situation. “Donnie…,” he whispered to himself.

He tried to feel his surroundings. He was laid somewhere soft: a bed. He chuckled like a child, I haven’t laid in a bed in decades. The war-torn mutant ran his fingertips along the sheets. They were a soft material, probably jersey-knit, if he remembered correctly. He closed his eyes and reached his hand over the edge of the mattress. Cold metal, this is a makeshift bed on the floor, this isn't a bedroom. His relief dissipated a bit at that revelation. He let his mind steady itself for a moment before opening his eyes again. Hesitantly, Leonardo rotated his head to the side, trying to gather in his surroundings, though he was sure he knew where he had been taken.

Purple lights illuminated the steel-plate walls. He could make out a computer monitor perched on top of a desk. His desk. His lab.

His thoughts came to a halt as he heard heavy footsteps steadily approaching. He watched a large shadow loom in the light that pooled out from the door. A tall, muscular snapping turtle mutant stepped through: a red bandana tied around his eyes and holding an average sized glass of water that seemed to vanish in comparison to the thickness of his hands. “Y’er up.,” the large mutant spoke flatly.

“Raph.,” Leonardo felt ridiculous only speaking his brothers’ names. He couldn’t complete his thoughts, let alone a spoken sentence. His fingers dug into the blanket as he tried to relax himself. This isn’t the time to be emotional.

The red-clad ninja approached slowly and crouched down to set the water on the ground next to Leonardo. Up close, Leo could read the anxiety on his brother’s - were they brothers? - face. Raph grunted and shook his head, returning his gaze with a questioning scowl. “Who are you?”

You know me, lug (affectionately). They stared for a moment before Raph sighed and squeezed his fists together. He looked fixedly at the ground as he continued with a tone that wavered between threatening and fearful, “You came through that portal and my brotha returned instead of you. Where is he? Why are you here? And why do you-” His large clawed fist unwrapped and pointedly motioned to the older mutant’s whole self, snarling as he threw his hand over his face, seemingly to calm down.

“Look like him?” Leonardo finally completed a sentence, though not his own. He watched Raph’s fingers slip down his now opened jaw and his face sink incredulously. Leo fixated on his own hands as he formulated an explanation. “I’m not an imposter or an intruder.” His sad eyes lifted to meet Raph’s. “I… Am Leonardo. Just not-,” he returned the hand motion that the snapping turtle had given him earlier, though his was much softer, “-just not your Leonardo.”

Raphael shut his mouth and fell back slowly onto his butt. He held his head and stared at the steel below him, trying to cool his anxiety. Leonardo gave him a moment before continuing. Better just rip it off like a band-aid. I can’t sugar-coat this.

“I’m from a future where an alien race known as the Krang have invaded earth after being released from a prison dimension. We have been fighting these monsters and their horrible creations for decades.” He bit his lip and turned to look at his upper arm, where a purple bandana had been tied. Raphael’s eyes followed the gaze and he gasped quietly. He continued, keeping his voice as steady as he could manage, “And in this future, Raph: We’re the last brothers standing right now… April and a Mikey-sized handful of our friends are the only ones left.”

The spiked-shell turtle shook his head in disbelief, “How- Why did ya come back?”

Leonardo sighed and wrung his hands, “Our resistance failed. Mikey had become this badass mystic warrior, so he- he opened the portal so I could send a student of mine back in time to stop the key to the prison dimension from being used. I wasn’t supposed to come through, but a blast sent me flying on my ass.” He chuckled spitefully, “I’m not supposed to be here. Mikey sacrificed himself for this cause, and now I need to complete the mission in place of my student.” He squeezed his eyes shut, avoiding Raph’s reaction. He only opened them again when he heard his brother’s heavy steps retreating to the doorway. “Raph, don’t tell them all of it.,” he pleaded dejectedly.

Raphael’s hand laid gently on the doorframe. His head lowered, but he didn’t turn back. “Only what they need ta know.,” the snapping turtle swallowed and sighed. “Nothin’ else.”

With that, Leonardo was left in the laboratory with the glass of water; What was he going to do now?

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“Those um... ‘Kids’ Have Quite The Temper”

An entirely unedited little fic for @unexpectedtraveler‘s prompt of ‘ Hyrule using his fairy form to commit shenanigans.’ (I have half an idea for the other, but this caught my brain). It... Got a little carried away with itself, as did Hyrule and himself, but shenanigans definitely occur! I hope you enjoy.

Is cut at the first scene change to save your dash.

All gen, all fluffy chaos, mostly Hyrule, the chain, and a surprise guest.

Summary: Hyrule makes a friend

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The Chain had stopped for the evening, somewhere in Time's Hyrule. It was a pretty evening, all calm with a sunset of pinks and oranges, and the mood was light. Time in his wisdom had declared their camping space entirely safe; Hyrule, as was his want, immediately requested to go exploring. To everyone's surprise, Time had agreed with no more than an offhand "don't go too far".

It really must have been safe, then.

Hyrule had quickly disappeared into the woods, woods which tasted of ancient magics. Once he was sure he was not followed, he relaxed, and pulled apart his Hylian form.

There, that was better. Even with all of the fighting the pressure of his magic had been building, it's only true release being to fly around.

In the form of a tiny fairy he darted around in a few circles, his latent magic causing a few flowers to bloom early. Oops. Oh well. It would be pretty - he plucked one, intent on doing... Something with it. But what?

He could give it to one of the other Links...

But, they did not know of his other form, and he did not think he wanted them to. He could... Just leave it in someone's bag, then! A gift from the forest. Despite his glow he was excellent at sneaking, even in this form.

Perfect!

He hoisted up the flower, only to quickly abandon it as he noticed a pile of seeds. Seeds were much better! It would be no strain to carry them, and he could just grow the flowers inside their bags. Pretty gifts, and something to spend his overflowing magic on!

Some part of Hyrule, some integral, Hylian part warned against the plan. Hyrule, currently a fairy and driven by the same impulsiveness, ignored it.

Flowers.

Flowers for everyone.

Consequences did not compute to his tiny fairy mind, only the pleasure that pretty flowers would bring.

So he tucked the seeds away, and fluttered back in the direction of camp.

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By the time he had reached camp, Hyrule had collected far, far too many seeds. Going entirely unnoticed he had planted a couple in every bag - his own included - and dusted them in fairy dust until they grew. Even then, however, he still had many left.

What to do, what to do... It would be sad to let the seeds go to waste, but he was already back at camp, and he still had them all...

From somewhere nearby, Hyrule heard a strange clackering. It sounded... Too close!

Without even thinking he darted up and into the overhanging trees. From his position he peered down, trying to find the source...

Warriors seemed to have had the same thought, for his was heading in the direction of the bags. A look around and he saw nothing, but then he looked down.

"Which one of you thinks you're funny?!" He called.

"I'm hilarious," Legend deadpanned back.

Warriors turned on him, wielding the three flowers from his bag, "is this your fault?!"

Fault?

Hyrule's wings quivered. Did... Did Warriors not like the gift? How... How would he not like the flowers? Life was so important! Hyrule had given him a gift of life! Did he not appreciate it?!

Time's eyes were the ones to narrow on the flowers, even as Warriors and Legend bickered. With a thoughtful frown he went to his own equipment, and pulled out the flowers between his sword and bedroll.

"It seems," he said, gesturing to Warriors with the flowers. "That the forest is granting us her blessing."

That caused Legend to go silent, but his frown to deepen. He marched over to his bag, pulling out the flowers. For a moment he stared at them, face paling, before rooting around.

"Hey! I've got some too!" Wind called over.

"Me and Hyrule as well," Four showed off his own, and pointed to the ones peeking through a hole in Hyrule's bag - a very cute display, if Hyrule said so himself.

Soon enough, every hero of courage had confirmed the presence of the flowers. Some had taken it better than others, but Time had somehow convinced them that it was all fine. Now satisfied that everyone liked his gifts, Hyrule swung his legs, and giggled. The grove below tasted of confusion and happiness, and the gentle smile on Time's face was worth so very much.

And if Legend was sneaking glances at his flowers, gently and carefully pressing them between book pages for preservation, then Hyrule would keep quiet. Fairies learnt all sorts of secrets, and they usually kept them. Not from their sisters, of course, but from Hylian ears at least.

And then, there was another clacking.

This time, Hyrule was in a position to see it. His eyes narrowed on... A wooden... Oh! A Skull Kid! Weren't they still playing hide and seek with time? He looked like one of those three...

Moments after Hyrule had noticed him, the Skull Kid put a little stick to his lips. With a harsh puff a seed burst from the end, tapping against Time's armour with an audible clang.

Audible to Hyrule at least; nobody else seemed to notice.

Well that wasn't to do! Time had promised to play with the forest friends, and failed to do so. Currently more fairy than Hylian, the very idea of that was a grave offence to Hyrule! Not one deserving of pain, but...

He looked at the bag of seeds in his hand, then at the Skull Kid, then at the seeds again.

With a dangerous grin, Hyrule fluttered down.

The Skull Kid started when he got there; Hyrule offered up the seed back. His new friend looked at it before taking a handful, putting them into his own pouch. The seed-shooter was reloaded, and the Skull Kid took aim again.

"Aim there," Hyrule pointed to a gap in Time's armour. "Then he'll feel it."

In either form Hyrule understood the chittering of all forest and magically inclined creatures, but only in this one could he speak it; understanding Hyrule the Skull Kid nodded, and adjusted his aim.

"I'll help," Hyrule whispered, taking back to the air.

Moments later there was a yelp as a seed hit Time squarely in the back of the knee. As Time turned to look - and the rest of the Chain grabbed their weapons - Hyrule threw a seed of his own.

His one-hand toss was less accurate than the Skull Kid with the little blowpipe; it clipped Time's ear, going unnoticed.

Time, being Time, found the Skull Kid moments later. He was looked dead in the eye before said spirit tooted in his horn, and launched another seed into Time's exposed skin.

"... I suppose this is revenge?" Time asked, surprisingly cheerful as he waved everyone else back to relax.

"You said you'd play," the Skull Kid chittered back. "You lied."

"I didn't lie, I just-"

No, Time had lied. As a fairy, Hyrule was certain of it. He grabbed a fistful of seeds, throwing them all at Time before he could make any stupid excuses.

The eye snapped upwards, focusing on him. With the height advantage and the glare of sunset Time could not possibly identify him, but he could certainly pick out a fairy form.

The Skull Kid blew another seed - a bigger one this time - into the back of Time's other knee.

Time looked a little less amused this time. Hyrule did not even think before upending the bag, dropping his whole collection on Time's head. In the startlement that followed he swooped down, grabbing the Skull Kid's hand.

"Run!" He called in the voice of the forest, already laughing.

The Skull Kid nodded, sprinting away. He did not let go of Hyrule, however, dragging him along for the ride.

Together they ran a little way, until they were sure they were free, before dropping to the floor. Immediately, Hyrule burst into a fit of giggles.

"Did you see his face?!" Hyrule giggled. "It was all scrunched up!"

"Like this!" Being a Skull Kid, Hyrule's newest friend could not imitate the face. He could, however, make the magic taste like it.

Hyrule nodded, giggling even more.

Skull Kid also burst out laughing - a sound that was surely terrifying to Hylians but was beautiful to fairy ears.

Together the two of them laughed, until the dark started to draw in.

Hyrule had to be back for dinner; he hugged the Skull Kid's arm as he made a reluctant goodbye.

The Skull Kid seemed reluctant, too, but let him go when another of his kind appeared, and he began explaining his terrible revenge...

Hyrule slipped away and shifted back, and began wandering back to camp.

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"Hyrule!" Warriors called as Hyrule rounded the corner. "You missed the excitement!"

Hyrule cocked his head to the side with a quiet "oh?"

"Skull Kid was back," Twilight was clearly trying not to laugh at the sight of Wild picking seeds out of Time's hair. "He wasn't happy, and seemed to have a friend."

"Twilight did warn you," Legend grinned, before turning back to Hyrule. "The rest of us just got flowers."

"Flowers?"

Wind nodded. "There's some in your bag too; Four saw them through the holes."

"Which reminds me - you need to patch that," Warriors followed up with.

Knowing that he was not going to until it was much worse, Hyrule none the less nodded. He wandered over, plucking out the flowers, and tucking them into his hair. With a twirl - maybe a little of the fairy was lingering on his personality, but there was nothing wrong with embracing that freedom - Hyrule showed the flower off.

Time's eye narrowed on him once again, but it was Wild that spoke, "you look just like a forest spirit, 'Roolie!"

Unable to help himself, Hyrule laughed, and shook his head, "I'm not nearly that pretty."

"That's what a hair brush is for!" Legend and Warriors called back, in perfect unison.

"Forest spirits don't brush their hair, though," Four looked thoughtful, but Hyrule could read the tiny bit of mischief in the studious frown. "So it can't be that."

Knowing danger when he saw it, Hyrule ran over to the campfire and wriggled himself between Sky and Wind. He would have preferred Wild, but the cook was busy

"So, dinner?"

"Just fixing Time's hair then it'll be done!" Wild called. "Or... No this will take a while - help yourselves."

As ever, food moved the conversation on.

It didn't stop everyone from giggling any time they looked at Time, or - worse - when he was still finding seeds on his person a week and two portals later, of course.

#linked universe #lu fanfic #lu hyrule #fairy hyrule #lu skull kid #lu time #look this is definitely lu its consequences of a canon occurence!#fanfic #fluff #friendship #i was going to doodle too but wrists #maybe another time #or if anyone else wants to draw hyrule and skull kid legging it they're welcome to #it'll probably make ao3 eventually but for now is just here #hope you enjoy!#fairy!Hyrule

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