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ultr6violnce · 5 months

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⋆·˚ ♱ dating euro hc's

nsfw & sfw ♱ ⋆·˚

note ; this is only based on rory's portrayal , this is nothing ab the real euronymous.

SFW ♱.

he will definitely ties ur shoes for u. he thinks it's a little embarrassing especially when ur in the den n' the whole circles watching as he gets down on one knee and ties up the laces on ur boots. he goes a little red when they all start mocking him for being so 'head over heels' but how could he not be head over heels for his beautiful angel? he eventually tells them to fuck off and helps u off of ur feet and leaves the den with you.

when you go out to bars etc n' it gets to the time of leaving it'll most likely be early hours of the morning by the time u leave n' knowing oslo it would probably be raining or some sort of shitty weather so to spare you the shivering n' whining of being freezing cold he lets you wear his leather jackets , letting himself suffer all so his beautiful girl is nice n' warm. also he just thinks you look absolutely beautiful when ur practically swimming in his jackets , although he'd never admit it.

he loves having you do his corpse paint before a show. he'll have you sat on his lap in the bathroom , hands on ur waist , thumbs rubbing over ur waist as u drag the brush gently over his skin. trying to hold back from doing anything further as he stares up at you watching as ur face contorts into one of concentration as you makesure not to mess up on his face paint so it's all perfect for him to look good whilst he's up on that stage performing.

i kinda thinks it's a little ooc for him but it's cute so bare w me. but i feel like he'd comfort you after a fight. especially if it got physical or he said something that went to far. you'd probably storm off to the bedroom , tears soaking ur soft cheeks n' after so many minutes of pacing he'd slowly (and very shamefully) walk to the bedroom and he'd sit next to you , not saying anything for a while before apologising profusely. his eyes would be all big n' desperate as tears threatened to spill from them before he'd eventually just put his arm around you then his other under your legs and he'd lift you into his embrace and just comfort you as you cried.

also a little ooc for him but anyways , he would bring you like flower bouquets for ur birthday or just when he's feeling like it. obviously he'd make sure he's alone when buying them not wanting his friends to know how affectionate he is when he's with you and he'd always get u ur favourites n' just show up unannounced at ur apartment and give you them. at first you thought it was strange , he never seemed like the affectionate type and in all honesty he was the complete opposite but there was something about you that just brough out that affectionate side to him.

since you'd most likely be smaller than him , if he ever went to give you a kiss and was just too much of a lazy ass to lean down to ur level he'd put his hands to ur waist n' would let you stand on his feet so ur more at his height. all that just for a little kiss.

NSFW ♱.

starting off strong. he cums so much when he fucks u. like oh my god. that man will cum BUCKETS. he will literally drain every single drop of cum from his balls inside you , once he pulls out he'd like give ur ass a really harsh slap , enough to leave a bit sting n' would just watch it all ooze out before fucking it back inside you with his fingers.

he'd always tease you , especially when he fingers u. he'd always makesure he'd have his rings on so when he fingers you the cold metal of his rings graze against ur walls as his fingers curl inside u and plunge inside you deeply.

he defo has a wax play kink. like js hear me OUTTT like he'd be fucking u n' after a while you'd feel this hot liquid pouring down ur ass cheek n' he'd just be pouring little trickles of wax over ur sensitive skin as his cock just pounds into u deeper.

kinda a hot take but um he loves cockwarming!! sorry not sorry. like he'd makesure you were sat on his cock nice n' perfectly , making sure you didn't move , slapping ur ass if u made one wrong move even though if you even moved an inch he'd cum straight inside ya.

he's also a big fan of public sex. like that man will fuck you anywhere , anytime. literally name any place and he'll be pounding you in it. e.g: supermarket bathroom (maybe even an aisle if he's feeling it) , storage closet at the studio they'd go to sometimes to practice , he'd even fuck you infront of the public eye. like say you'd be sat out somewhere where quite a few people were and he'd just have you shamelessly bouncing on his cock , not making it obvious but also obvious enough that it catches a few eyes.

he's so loud. no matter what you're doing to him or what he's doing to you. he's loud. which only really became a thing when he started dating you. you were just so good he can't keep that running mouth shut. he could literally be tongue deep in ur pussy and he'd be a moaning mess. like no matter what he's doing he will be moaning , groaning n' whimpering like a bitchhh.

a/n: finally came up w some stuff , it's not the best but i haven't written a full thing like this in what feels like forever so y'knoww i had to cuz i js love spoiling u guys so much!! plus I've been up all night watching PLL and i can't sleep so I've just been coming up with ideas and the boom this was created so i hope u enjoy angels. love u all smm!! :3

#rory culkin #i ❤️ rory culkin #smut #r!euronymous #lords of chaos #rory culkin x reader #rory culkin smut

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sparrowrye · 2 months

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 16

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 16: may I have this dance?

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A hurricane ransacked the nation.

The cities and towns that didn't have many Demons, or those who weren't well versed in their magic, suffered greatly. Overlords with heavy control on their territory did well to keep the raging storm from destroying them. The Hazbin Haven was among those who came through the storm unscathed.

Alastor kept the Haven wrapped in a safe little bubble that allowed only the rain to get through. However, he couldn't keep it up all the time and so, when he needed some time to recover, he had me do it. I found it surprisingly easy to control the weather so the magic hand off was fluent and easy.

Demons hated the rain, though, so construction on the site was momentarily paused. Yet I noticed the children, Demon or Human, loved to play in the rain. The littles were determined to make themselves as dirty and mud-coated as they possibly could, while the older ones were more prone to just laying in the rain staring up at the cloudy sky. Reagan was among them, making sure none of the littles wandered too far out of the slightly invisible shield. Whenever I wasn't keeping up the shield, I was down with Reagan in the rain.

"So how's Lucas?" I teased, nudging her with my shoulder. We sat under an overhang of one of the buildings, both holding out a hand to the rain. The others played in front of us.

"Fine," she said lightheartedly, trying to pass it off. Lucas had joined the Haven a few weeks ago. He had a complicated past. He lost his father four years ago, before the Demons revealed themselves, and has been trying to survive with his sickly mother. It wasn't until about a year ago that she remarried. The man had hidden the fact that he was a Demon and when Humans started hunting him, he took Lucas and his mother into Hell to escape. Lucas had seen the posters for the Haven and, after much arguing with his step-father, came to join us soon after. He had deeply rooted untrustworthiness for Demons since. It was no wonder he and Reagan, who had no magic whatsoever, hit it off.

"Any new updates?" I pressed with a smile.

"Nope."

"I do."

Reagan turned her head to look at me. "On what?"

"On him." I tilted my head up so my smile turned into a smirk. "Want to know?"

Her eyebrows furrowed and I realized just then how much she was starting to take after me. "Sure."

"You know how you two run into each other a lot on the main street? That's not an accident. When he sees you, he runs to one of the other buildings and pretends to be walking from the direction."

"You don't know that." She crossed her arms.

"You've seen me. I'm always on the porch when I'm not doing something." She turned to watch the youngsters playing in the mud. "Oh come on," I shook her shoulder gently, "admit that you like it."

"He's just being nice."

"That's the point, sweetheart." I leaned my head on her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her back. "So do the boy a favor and let him. Maybe he'll even ask for a kiss--"

She shoved me away and covered her ears. Her face was bright red. I continued to press the tease, quickly earning a tackle from her. We rolled out into the rain and started to wrestle, the others stopping to watch us. Our feet slipped in the mud and her small stature allowed me to pick her up and toss her to the side. She tried going for my feet to make me fall but I just went with the momentum and rolled over, taking her with me.

Eventually we were out of breath and stopped the play fight when we had put distance between us again. We were both coated in dirt and soaked to the bone. I noticed Lucas, his blond hair a stark contrast to his dark environment, and casted a sly smile at Reagan. She followed my gaze, defenses dropping as he walked over to talk to her. I gently nudged her back with my fingers and walked up to the house to change.

Alastor stood on the porch, watching and waiting. I came up on the steps and used magic to take the mud off my feet so I wouldn't track it through the house.

"I do not understand your desire to do that," he said.

"It's just fun." I faked a genuine, confused look. "Do you know what that is?"

He dulled his claws and gently shoved my head away so I stumbled back. "We have very different ideas of fun."

"You're right," I walked into the house, a smile on my face, and made my way up the stairs, "Mine are better."

"I left an outfit for you on your bed," he changed the subject, making me stop at the top of the stairs. "We have an Overlord meeting tonight." He then fizzled into the shadows before I could say anything.

As I expected, it was a dress. It was a deep red and silky smooth, and I was actually excited to try it on. I showered quickly and used magic to dry out my hair.

The front of the skirt came just past the middle of my shins while the back stretched just a few inches further above my ankles. It hugged the middle of my figure perfectly. The top half was form fitting but loose, not hugging anything too much to distract wandering eyes, and the sleeves flared at the end. The edges of the shirt, from the skirt to the sleeves to the area around my chest, were all lined in white.

I looked at myself in my Demon form. I looked astounding. I looked elegant. For once, I actually really liked the way I looked with my Demon attributes. I looked scary but beautiful. Gone was my scarred, child-like face and in that place was a young woman with experience.

A knock came at my door a second before Alastor stepped in. His eyes immediately looked me up and down, smile turning to yellow teeth. "You look gorgeous."

Heat rose in my cheeks and I looked down at the fabric to avoid his eyes. "Thank you," I said quietly.

He walked behind my back and looked at me in the mirror. He twirled his claw and I watched my hair smooth out and fall loosely over my shoulders. That topped off my look entirely and my mouth dropped open a little. Before I could say or do anything else, he pulled something from his pocket and draped it over my neck. It was a silver necklace of one of his symbols: a circle inside another with two arrows crossing each other.

A strange feeling creeped in my chest at the sight of Alastor standing behind me, colors complimenting each other perfectly.

We then walked to the symbol on the cliff, Alastor using magic to keep the rain from touching us. I asked about keeping the Haven safe while we were gone and he said Husker would take care of it if the storm grew worse.

I let him put an arm around my shoulder and wrapped my own around his back. Warmth merged with the energy, elevating my confidence despite the looming palace in front of me. Lucifer had been the one to call the surface Overlords under Alastor's request. At first, the King of Hell wasn't interested in obliging, but after Alastor had explained the instance with Blackwater, he found it necessary.

We were one of the first to arrive. I recognized none of them until Vox and his trio walked in not long after. The TV screen caught sight of me and instantly made his way over. I clenched my jaw and forced everything in me not to bristle.

"Well if it isn't a pleasure to be seeing you again, sweetheart." He gave a short, half bow. "I must say, what a show you gave me with that Striker fellow."

"It's a good thing you broadcasted it," Alastor said in my place, "Perhaps your audience will know not to test her again." A smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.

"Oh for sure, she's definitely trending," Velvette popped out from my behind me and stood too close for comfort, "as a cheater."

"We are Demons, darling," Alastor didn't skip a beat, "we don't play by the rules." He placed a hand on my shoulder and soothed the anger and embarrassment running through me.

"I must say you look stunning tonight," Vox drew my attention back to him. He reached for my hand but Alastor was fast, grabbing the man's wrist and pulling it far away from mine.

"Do not touch her," he hissed.

Vox took a step closer to him, mouth in a wide, sharp smile. "What are you gonna do, Alastor? You can't do anything while we're in Lucifer's palace."

"You are free game once this meeting is done." Alastor looked undeterred, smile nearly matching Vox's.

My nose curled at a familiar scent. I turned my head to see a trail of pink smoke coming from Valentino, the ring owner who had drugged me the first time. I casted wind to dissipate the smoke and hardened my stare at the Overlord. "You could be so much more than his accessory."

"So true." Velvette snapped a selfie with Alastor, Vox, and me in the background.

"I'm the guardian of a safe haven," I answered, trying hard not to let my voice shake, "saving Demons and children from persecution. What are you doing?"

"Having secure territory keeps plenty of Demons and their families safe from Humans," Valentino replied. He leaned his waist to the side and put one of his many hands on it.

"On their own free will?" I taunted, eying his pink smoke.

"That depends on what you consider free will."

Before anyone could say anything else, the doors to the usual meeting room opened. Alastor dropped Vox's wrist and wiped his claw on his coat. Vox's smile turned into a snarl as we walked into the room. Just like before, the surface Overlords brought a second-hand that stood behind them against the many pillars.

"Alastor called this meeting." Lucifer joined us a moment later, sitting himself at the head of the table. It was strange, but oddly satisfying, to see him in a commanding aura. From my sessions with the King of Hell, I discovered he was a lot more anxious, depressed, and self conscious than he let on to others. "So, what do you want?"

"How many of you know the name Blackwater?" Alastor immediately got to the point. Only three of the twelve present Overlords raised their hand. Vox was one of them. "Do you know what he does?"

"He's an inventor," Vox answered.

"Of what?" Alastor pressed.

"He's an inventor. Anything is on the table, but he likes bringing back technology from before the Great Collapse."

Alastor turned to look at the rest of the table. "Blackwater has recently created a device that uses Demon's blood to allow Humans with Slight magic to have more than they're born with." Murmurs spread through the Overlords. "And in case you haven't noticed, two surface Overlords are missing tonight." Heads turned to examine who was present and who wasn't.

"So Humans can use more elemental magic. Why is that concerning for us?" Valentino asked, taking another puff of his smoke.

"If he's managed to craft a device that can gift a Human elemental magic, imagine what he can do with a powerful Overlord's magic."

The room fell silent. I glanced at Lucifer who seemed deeply concerned about this. His apple cane sat in his lap and if I listened close, I could just barely hear the sound of his glove gripping it painfully tight.

"Blackwater has been operating in the grey area of public and private for some time. He has several factories around the nation and has been presenting them to a private class of individuals. It wasn't until recently that he has started to go fully public and advertise his inventions. I want to know why he wasn't someone's concern before this point." He sent pointed looks at those who had answered earlier that they knew of his name.

"He wasn't and still isn't a threat," Vox said first.

"If he has factories all around the nation, it would make sense that he would go unnoticed," the woman with the huge white horns spoke next. "If all his assets were in one's territory, then of course it would cause concern. Sounds as if he knows we don't communicate with each other."

"His factories need to be destroyed. If his operation grows, we will find ourselves against an army of Humans with our magic." Alastor had a commanding tone and it was obvious the other Overlords weren't taking it lightly. Yet, he had a point. Humans with Slight magic still outnumbered Demons ten to one and if they were given a way to harness more powerful magic, it would lead to a devastating war.

"If we want to stay united against the Humans and keep Hell from becoming even more overrun," Lucifer finally gave his insight, "then we will need to communicate with each other more often. I will make these meetings more frequent. For now, each of you should search your territory for any of Blackwater's assets."

The meeting ended soon after, each Overlord leaving the palace before teleporting back to the surface. Lucifer pulled me aside to ask about Charlie. He didn't want her to going out with me to break up the ring fights anymore. If Blackwater was serious, having the blood of the Princess of Hell would be the worst thing possible. He knew if he told Charlie not to do it, then she wouldn't listen on the account of "not needing to be protected anymore". I reassured him that I would make sure she didn't go with me.

It was still raining by the time Alastor and I teleported back to the house. The storm blocked out the moon, casting the whole haven in darkness. I could feel that Husker wasn't in the house and couldn't help but smile. Recently, he had been spending some of his nights with a certain Demon in the huts.

I walked through the living room to the stairs but stopped when the radio turned on. Green magic whisked out of sight from the dials as a slow, unfamiliar song began to play (I love you for sentimental reasons - Nat King Cole).

"Will you indulge me, darling?" Alastor bowed low in front of me and held out a hand. "It has been some time since I last danced with anyone. And you do look astounding in that dress."

Nerves prickled in the back of my neck. "I uh...I don't really know how to dance." I backed away with my hands raised.

"It is more of a sway, then a dance. It's rather easy to teach." He didn't move from where he bowed, hand still outstretched. "I suspect there won't be another time I can ask for a dance from you."

"Why do you want to?"

"You have intrigued me, dear. And I do so miss dancing."

For awhile I still didn't answer. The song played softly in the background and Alastor's appearance seemed less sharp and intimidating than usual. He straightened up but still held his hand out, eyes refusing to leave mine.

"It is easy to learn," he pressed gently, "I will not make fun."

Against my better judgement, I stepped forward and placed my claw in his, letting him pull me from the entryway to the center of the living room. He restarted the song and the fire grew, illuminating the room with its orange glow. The muscles in my body tensed as he raised our clasped hands and slid an arm around my back. I wasn't sure where to put my free hand and settled on the outside of his arm, anxiously pinching the fabric between my fingers.

He moved slow, taking one step towards me then followed with his other foot. He shifted his weight side to side then stepped away to repeat. I had my head down as I tried to move in time and prevent myself from stepping on his feet. The sweet piano played in the background as I gradually moved in time with him and the music.

"Head up, darling." His radio filter was gone and his smooth voice filled my ears. It made me tilt my head back to meet his red eyes that were somehow softer. He wore a gentle, simple smile. No teeth. I felt his warm magic seep into my back and force my muscles to relax. My shoulders lowered, as did the fear, and moving in step with him became second nature.

His smile grew and he tilted his head to the side. The gesture made my face grow warm and I looked at the fire instead. His arm around my back pulled me closer so I was flush against his chest. I instinctively pushed with my free hand but he held me firmly, patiently waiting for me to look up at him. And it worked.

"You're a natural," he praised.

The song ended too soon. Before he could play another song, I let go of his hand and put both hands on his chest, trying to put space between us again. In retaliation, he interlocked his fingers behind my back and kept me securely against him.

He was the master of silence. I kept my gaze averted while his bore into the side of my face. I made sure to keep my claws off his jacket in case they caught a thread, but my foot claws openly dug into the carpet. My tail was wrapped around my own leg.

Another slow song came on, this one slightly more upbeat and full of violins in the beginning (welcome to my world - Jim reeves).

"My mother taught my sister and I how to dance when we were little," he admitted.

"Your sister?" I suddenly stopped trying to push away from him. We were now simply swaying side by side, no footwork needed.

"That's the woman you saw in my memories." His smile was still gentle but there was an edge to it. Was it perhaps pain from the thought of his deceased sibling? "She is my twin sister."

There was prolonged silence as I looked between his eyes and observed the strange expression on his face. Alastor, the Radio Demon, once had a twin sister. "Wow," was all I managed.

"Surprised again?" He tilted his head in the other direction.

"Well...yeah. I'm not sure why, though."

He let out a small chuckle. "She loved to dance. Once my mother taught us how to slow dance she could never stop. She explored different styles and settled on the more upbeat and sporadic ones. Couldn't say I minded it much myself, either."

My eyes were wide and glued to him now. That was the most he had ever shared about his past in the near four years I had known him.

"She caught everyone's attention," he went on, "and I was always there to keep the bad ones away. We couldn't ever be separated." His smile faltered and I guessed he was now thinking of her death that did in fact separate them.

"I'm surprised you had the time to watch her. I'm sure you were also popular on the dance floor." The compliment had slipped out and inwardly cringed when his smile turned into a smirk.

"Perhaps I am sensing jealousy?" he teased, lowering his face closer to mine. His presence was sitting comfortably around my shields.

"You-you just...you know...you clearly know how to dance so I'm sure you were...well liked when you were..." my voice trailed off. I didn't want to say younger because that almost sounded insulting.

"Indeed you're right, I was quite different in the first fifty years of my life." He straightened up again and pushed his presence gently against my mind. "I had many good dance partners and acquaintances, but my sister always came first."

His tentacles crawled out from behind and gently wrapped around my wrists. He pulled my hands up so they would stretch over his shoulders and lock behind his head. The proximity made my hair stand on edge, a nervous bolt sprinting through my body.

"While you may not have danced before, music seems to have an effect on you as well." His clasped hands tightened ever so slightly behind my back. My tip of my tail tapped the floor nervously.

"W-well I...my mother...she uh...she...she had a radio in the cage. I remember falling asleep to all kinds of music." I hoped he couldn't heart how loud my heart was beating.

"It's no wonder you wait outside my room to listen, then."

I immediately pulled my hands back at the revelation of being caught. He wrapped his arms further around so he was gripping his elbows and holding me in place, trying to contain his laughter.

"Do not be embarrassed," he tried to reassure, "I'm quite flattered, actually." I tried pushed on his arms, face bright red and gaze averted to the floor. "I'm quite pleased you do not hate me so anymore." He dared to unwrap one arm and gently, but firmly, pulled my unwilling chin up to look him in the eyes. "Do you still despise me?"

My claws pressed into his arms, dangerously close to puncturing his skin and putting holes in his jacket. "I...well...I don't think so. Now that you're treating me properly."

Another chuckle. "I do suppose I wasn't as nice as I should've been when we first met."

The violins slowed to a stop and the room fell silent, save for a an occasional pop from the fire. My pounding heart blocked out all other noises. I suddenly became aware of his thick, earthy scent tinged with sweat. I tried to focus on that particular one as his breath, which smelled much like his last meal, fanned my cheeks.

His eyes moved so quickly and slightly that I almost didn't catch it. And even though I did, I still wasn't prepared for when he closed the distance, gently pressing his lips on mine in a careful kiss. My eyes widened and my ears and hair stood up. I wanted to run but wanted to stay. I wanted to scream but wanted to continue. My claws tapped his sleeves vividly, my body as stiff as wood.

He fixed that a second later, sending his magic up my back and spreading to the rest of my muscles. It forced everything to relax and he opened his mind to me. My eyes closed as he drew me further in.

I didn't realize how deep I had fallen until I was watching a memory from his eyes. He was speaking to Rosie in her store again.

"Oh Alastor, can't you see? You're falling in love with the dear thing." Her voice echoed like she was in a bigger room.

"I am not," he hissed. "Our connection has strengthened, that is all."

"Well, falling in love is a process after all, dearie."

"I am fond of her but I do not love her." Ouch. "Our bond will provide us with more energy and she may finally be able to handle her own magic."

I pulled out of his mind too quickly. It felt like a rug burn on my mind as I shoved him away and tripped backwards on my tail. He nearly lost his own balance and pressed a claw to his head.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I practically screamed.

"Perhaps I miscalculated—"

"Miscalculated? Miscalculated!? This isn't something to miscalculate. I'm not your accessory! I'm not something to be manipulated, I'm not a tool to be fined and sharpened so you could use me!"

I threw my hands up and spun in a circle, tail whipping about furiously.

"Ugh I can't believe I let you trick me into thinking you actually cared."

Alastor tried to say something but it never left his mouth. For once he was at a loss for words. His yellow smile was plastered on his face but his eyebrows were showing a strangled emotion I had never seen before. His ears were as pinned back as my own.

When he failed to say anything, I whisked up the stairs and slammed the door. I threw the dress on the window seat along with the necklace, pulled on an old outfit I hadn't worn in a while, and slipped out the window.

Althea would let me sleep in one of the empty beds for the night.

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Author's Note:

Eat up my little devils >:)

#demi demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #soulmate au #soulmates #hazbin hotel #reqs open #hazbin vox #hazbin velvette #hazbin valentino #lucifer morningstar

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rockitmans · 1 year

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In case you're still taking numbers: 23. If this is too late, feel free to ignore!

You're not too late! I'm gonna try and do as many of these as I can

23. in relief

from the kiss list / see the rest

Notes: don't be deceived by how this starts it's actually super fluffy I promise 😅

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Blaine is running late. Usually this wouldn't bother Kurt. He doesn't make it his business to keep close tabs on his roommate, generally speaking. But it does bother him today because:

a) Blaine Anderson, neurotic sweetheart that he is, is almost never late. He plans routes with the sole goal of shaving off thirty seconds of travel time. He has an actual pocket watch for God's sake. And,

b) Kurt has lived in New York for five years now and he has never experienced snow in the city like this.

It's like a celestial being has dumped icing sugar directly over New York. It went from normal grey and slightly miserable looking to the sparkling white of a particularly fantastical Christmas card so fast, that Kurt feels like it happened between breaths. And, to coin a phrase, it's showing no signs of stopping.

The blizzard, because that's all it can be, is billowing across the city in huge icy gusts. The snow continues to fall. Kurt is sure that it's already up to his knee height just from a cursory glance out the window. And Blaine is out there. In that.

Kurt pulls out his phone and quickly taps out a message.

Kurt: Where are you?

His finger hovers over the send. Maybe he's jumping the gun a little. He's not out here trying to be an alarmist for no reason. He adds a smiley face to make it seem more bright and breezy and sends it off.

He marches agitatedly back to the window seat and peers out again, staring at the snow like he can make it stop through sheer willpower. He wants Blaine to be here. With him. Drinking hot cocoa and curled up next to him, watching old movies. Not fighting a storm, outside and alone.

Kurt's phone buzzes and he snatches it up. But it's not Blaine. It's an emergency alert for weather. No fucking kidding. But, worse than that, it's quickly followed by a news flash telling him the trains are now closed and no longer running.

The spool of worry that was just starting to unravel in Kurt's belly, drops and spills, unfurling uncontrollably until he's almost sick with it. He's aware he's barely given Blaine five minutes to answer the text but he starts a call to him anyway. It goes straight to voicemail. He swallows painfully.

He knows he's jumping straight to panic with no real evidence that anything is wrong. But he's received too many devastating phone calls in the last few years alone, to ever believe that things Like That could never happen to People Like Him. That bad things couldn't happen to the people he loves.

Blaine is more than a roommate. They've been together since the dorms at NYU. He's Kurt's best friend, his study buddy, his partner in crime. Kurt needs to know he's ok.

Kurt's phone buzzes again and he scrambles for it, but this time it's his dad.

Dad: Saw the weather alert kiddo. Hope you and Blaine are safe at home and you're stocked up.

Kurt: I'm home. But Blaine isn't back from work yet.

Kurt: I'm worried about him.

Kurt types out the message with the vain hope of a child whose parent is going to magically fix everything. Even though he's way too old for all that.

Dad: Well he's probably just been delayed by the storm. He'll be back any minute. Let's give him ten before we panic. You can always call him.

Kurt doesn't want to admit he's already called and that he doesn't feel particularly soothed by Burt's practicality. So he just sends back a thumbs up.

He calls Blaine again. It goes straight to voicemail. Kurt takes a steadying breath. He's letting the fear fuel him. Maybe all that's happening is that he keeps calling Blaine at the exact same time Blaine is trying to call him. That roommate psychic link they have that means they know exactly what take out food the other person needs in times of crisis is just in full effect. He resolves to wait for a few minutes to see if Blaine will get through.

It's painful. He takes to pacing, staring at the blank screen of his phone. The screen only reflects back his own pale face, mirroring his own stress. He unlocks it again, feeling squashed by his inability to do anything practical. He goes back to his message to Blaine to check the read receipts. It was never even received.

He moves toward the door and grabs his coat before he even knows what he's doing. Some instinctual part of him was really about to march out into a snow storm to… what? Where would he even begin looking for one tiny human in a city of millions. Blaine's probably not even out there. If he has any sense, he's hunkered down with a friend or colleague that lives nearer to his work.

Sensible thinking doesn't curb the growing terror. Kurt just knows that life without Blaine in it, is not a life that he really wants to contemplate, ever, and that's far too big a thought to try and explore right now. Not with his heart trying to claw its way out of his throat.

He slowly puts his coat back on the hook.

And that's exactly when the door opens and Blaine is walking through it, snow in his hair. "Holy hell, it's freezing out there," he says and he sounds so… normal. Cheerful even.

Kurt has to accept that all things considered Blaine is only twenty five minutes late home at most. But seeing him here so suddenly, whole and smiling, makes embarrassing tears spring to his eyes.

Blaine notices that he's standing right by the door and lifts an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Where were you?" Kurt gasps before he can even attempt to act cool.

Blaine looks confused but then he seems to clock Kurt's expression and he softens instantly. "Were you worried? I'm so sorry. They closed the trains so I had to get off at a stop early and walk the rest of the way. Disaster."

"I called you…"

"Ah." Blaine ducks his head and pulls his phone from his pocket. It's spidered with vicious cracks. "Bad day to smash my phone."

Kurt looks from the broken phone to Blaine's face. He's pink from cold and his curls are loose and damp from the melting snow. He's beautiful. He's perfect and alive and he's here and God is he in trouble.

"You idiot," Kurt snaps. "You absolute idiot."

He doesn't even think. Fear and relief mingle into blind action. He grabs these lapels of Blaine's coat and hauls him forward. Straight into a crushing kiss. Blaine drops his phone again.

Kurt feels Blaine's ripple of surprise all the way down his body but then he relaxes and, after a moment, his lips respond under Kurt's. Kurt softens all at once, his mouth gentling and his hands feeling across Blaine's shoulders and back and down his arms, subconsciously checking that he's truly okay.

Blaine moves with him, turning his nose to tuck against Kurt's cheek and it's freezing but Kurt doesn't care. His arms have settled comfortably over Blaine's shoulders and he presses their chests flush, greedy to feel Blaine's responding heartbeat thumping against his.

He kisses Blaine until Blaine's mouth and cheeks are warm again. He kisses Blaine until Blaine's hands have moved to cup Kurt's jaw and neck and the small noise he makes shows it's obvious that he's not just being kind, and humouring Kurt's moment of madness, he's as lost in it as Kurt is. He kisses Blaine because he can't ever imagine stopping. And Kurt thinks oh.

It's Blaine that eventually breaks it, moving back only enough to rest their foreheads together. "Please tell me that wasn't just a 'thank God you're not dead' kiss," he breathes into the space between them. He sounds like he's trying to make a joke but the vulnerability and hopefulness are tangible.

"Not just that," Kurt assures. He feels dizzy and warm. And some things are starting to make a lot of sense. "I um… might be having an epiphany."

Blaine huffs a small laugh, intimate in its closeness. "Took you long enough."

Kurt wants to ask about that but there's too many thoughts crowding for space. "Let me make you a hot drink," Kurt says instead, pressing another soft kiss to Blaine's mouth to show it's not a rejection. Blaine needs to warm up and Kurt needs to de-stress and now is not the moment for life changing conversations. There will be time for all that.

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Later, once Blaine is showered and dressed in dry clothes and Kurt has coaxed him into drinking two cocoas and they're wrapped around each other while they watch Wizard of Oz, Burt texts again.

Dad: I didn't hear anything else so assumed Blaine was safe. But just wanted to double make sure my third son was home.

Kurt smiles. Burt has always adored Blaine since the moment they became roommates in the dorms. Kurt's eyes slide to Blaine. He's resting in the vee of Kurt's spread legs, his back to Kurt's chest, his loose curls tickling Kurt's chin.

Kurt ducks down slightly to press a kiss to Blaine's clothed shoulder and Blaine turns into him, brushing his nose against Kurt's cheek. It feels so natural, being with Blaine like this. Kurt doesn't one hundred percent know what this means for them yet but he does know one thing. He opens the text from his dad back up.

Kurt: Yes. Blaine is home.

#klaine #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #glee #my fic #the kiss fics #asks #little-escapist

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kayrockerqog · 6 months

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Tyranno Kenzan (Hassleberry) Headcanons 🦖💥

Because the inner machinations of my mind urge me to go feral, as I do, over this boy. Enjoy my madness.

He's very familiar with plant life, to the point of knowing their scientific names and being able to recognize edible plants and herbs in the wild. He's confused Syrus and Jaden many times by picking a plant seemingly at random and munching on it as they walk back to the dorms.

He has this innate ability to sense when it's going to rain/storm, both because of his leg tensing/aching and he gets HORRID migraines when the weather changes significantly. And he despises them. He doesn't like being dizzy.

Doubly, his leg cramps far more that he gives off, but he doesn't want to bring it up most of the time. Jim's the only one that's noticed, because Karen will nuzzle her head against Tyranno's leg when it's sore.

[Cut for the sake of breaking up the text!!]

He gives such blatant neurodivergent vibes, like that is an autistic man right there!!! but the notable parts of it are him being the type to communicate with/subconsciously stim through growls and grunts, especially when trying to focus, and he chews stuff (his necklace, fingernails, pencils, random ass stick he found outside-)

He really likes creature feature films!!! He has a small collection of collectors edition copies of movies in the genre, and outside of Jurassic Park, his favorite is the original Godzilla.

On the subject of movies, he cries so easily at them. Like during any peak emotional moment, my man would be tearing up without THINKING ABOUT IT

He has an internal list of all of his friends' birthdays, music tastes and food preferences ^^ as the token mom friend does

If the others are ever running late for something, he'll just scoop them up and start SPRINTING, like man's got no chill, he WILL lift you like a bag of cement onto his shoulder and RUN

He absolutely HATES VR headsets, they only make his migraines come back, and they're also too high-tech for him,,

He can talk to Karen. Like, the two have full on conversations while Jim's doing something nearby. Jim would be working on homework and in the background its back and forth growling.

Every. Single. Time. They go to the beach, he will run off and start digging a hole in the sand. No purpose, he just digs. And usually Jim and O'Brien join him!

I imagine he was raised in a home that operated on the "take care of your own stuff first, but help when you can" discipline, and while he's happy to do stuff for his buds, they're not immune to a lecture on responsibility every now and then

He has a dino-themed apron and he's a stress baker, something Judai and the others discovered during his first exam season.

Additionally, I imagine he started spending more time with Prof. Sartyr (the Ra dorm leader) after their duel, where they get to cook together and he expands on his already decent homemaker skills.

Yes I said homemaker skills, that man is a malewife and a PROUD one and I will stand by it.

⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️ EXHIBIT A HE LOOKS SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

I was informed by some lovely Discord people that he has some fascination with mob/yakuza films, and I can't unsee the idea of him throwing in some gangster phrases mid-duel. Like he comes out with the "swimming with the fishes" and everything.

(Which, sidenote, I also imagine he was super offended by the one Society of Light duelist who talked like a gangster and got a little snobby about it-)

He signs his name by drawing a little dinosaur in the "R" of "Tyranno". I know he does he told me himself.

Similar to the stuff with Karen, he's the kind of person to respond to animal noises with similar noises. Like, he meows back at Pharaoh when he meows.

He has a horrible poker face, and is generally not a great liar. He's easy to read since he's such a physically emotive person.

Rock. Collection. He absolutely has a small pile of rocks with fossils on them in his room somewhere.

I wrote most of these a long time ago but some are newer as a result of me needing to chill~ School is hell, I almost wish I was at Duel Academy instead,,

I think I might do posts like these with all my main favourite characters from all my franchises, lemme know what y'all think :>

#yugioh gx #ygo gx #tyranno hassleberry #tyranno kenzan #kay's headcanons #(yeah im giving it a tag now fuck it)

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yeyinde · 2 years

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some darker (canon-compliant) Jason Voorhees headcanons

i adore soft, sweet jason because i truly believe that at his core, this is who he would be with enough tlc and compassion. but!! one thing i rarely see discussed is the Jason we have in canon - driven by revenge, territorial, and broken, and it's such a shame because i love the idea of weathering the storm and chipping away at his walls built up from isolation until the soft, gooey centre is revealed. it makes the payoff so much sweeter, imo.

Jason is an angry, vengeful, territorial misanthrope, and this is the same depending on which version you prefer: human, revenant, zombie (and no one does it better than Hodder or Mears), so just ~imagine~ the possibilities of that

it would take some time for him to warm up to you, and trust you, but once he does, well:

Jason would be super territorial over you; anyone who comes near you (and the camp) is definitely dying - no questions asked, and certainly no mercy

he's possessive; he won't let you leave the camp, but he'll provide for you, stealing whatever you need from the lodges around

but that's okay - you have no plans on leaving, anyway

he lashes out sometimes - throwing things, destroying stuff in anger; he's a deeply troubled individual who spent his developmental years isolated, and the rest driven by revenge and anger after witnessing his mum die

(Ginny said it best with: he probably didn't even know what death was until that time)

healing takes time, and Jason isn't used to being around people at all (unless they're dying by his hand) - so it'll take a while for him to adjust to you near him, and being in his space

he, of course, would never hurt you - not intentionally, anyway

Jason is touch-starved, but he won't let you touch him for a while; no one has in a long time - it's foreign to him now (especially to Zombie and Revenant Jason)

he won't trust easily, and he'll think any attempts you make to reach out are you trying to hurt him or escape - but once you warm him to the idea, and let him get used to the soft, gentleness you show him, he'll be incorrigible:

expect lots of cuddles, lots of touching once you open this door

he'll be your permanent shadow, your protector - you go nowhere that he doesn't, and he'll only leave you when he needs stuff for you, or someone is in his territory

Jason as a human would be a lot more emotional (quicker to anger, quicker to become fearful if you try to leave, more expressive with his wants); he's needy (they all are, but human Jason has his - warped - humanity still) and clingy to an almost childlike degree when it comes to physical affection, but make no mistake - nothing about Jason is childlike; he's a survivalist who's lived in the woods on his own - hunting and foraging for his food and weathering the intensely bitter winter in a shack (or in the mines) with no heating

Jason could almost be considered feral, having lived without human contact since he was eleven

Zombie and Revenant Jason would be a little colder, a little more distant (but they would also warm to you quicker in the sense that they'll be ultra possessive and territorial over you right away)

there is no escape when they have you in their sights: you can't outrun them, you can't hide from them, and you can't kill them - and they know this

(out of all of them, Revenant Jason likes the thrill of hunting you down when you do try to escape; you'll never reach the end of Higgins Haven, but he rather enjoys the chase)

(on a softer note, you make Zombie and Revenant Jason feel human again; he hasn't cared about his appearance since he was a feral child, but you make him shy away when you reach for his mask, as if he's afraid to show you what remains underneath after everything he'd been through over his many rebirths and deaths)

They're also a lot more brutal compared to Human!Jason

They won't be gentle with you at first:

Revenant Jason doesn't know his strength yet, so expect bruises when he does touch you, though he doesn't mean to hurt you, he just hasn't gotten used to the whole "resurrection from the dead" thing yet

Zombie Jason is the harshest with little of his humanity left; he's driven by basic instinct and needs - and once you become one of those needs, well. you won't be leaving his side. ever.

Sex is taboo, but only because Jason doesn't understand it - he grew up puritan so sex = marriage, and sex also = death; baby steps are the best practice with anything sexual but once he opens up, he'll be instatiable

(Human Jason loves the closeness, the intimacy - he's still a little in awe/conflict over the experience so give him time before you advance to anything more; Revenant Jason has never felt more human then those moments, but go easy on him - he doesn't really know his strength yet; and Zombie Jason particularly likes the sounds you make, the way you are so tiny in his massive hands, so pliant, and is arguably the most instatiable of them all - he wants you, always)

Jason particularly likes that it's all for him, no one else can ever see you like this - he'll make sure of it

If you try to leave Human, Zombie, or Revenant Jason - well: he'll go all the way to Manhattan (or Ohio) to find you

He'll drag you home, kicking and screaming, to the camp where you belong

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #friday the 13th #this is mostly me musing on my favourite character #zombie jason voorhees #revanant jason voorhees #human jason voorhees #ft13th #slasher x you #slasher headcanons #i'm lowkey nervous about this since jason is always characterised a confused soft boi #but as a diehard friday/jason fan #i had to add this because darker jason/a more canon compliant jason needs so much more love #slashers

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Ackerman's Sister || Chapter 16

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictly platonic), Erwin Smith x Reader

Words: 2,997

Overview: Winter means no expeditions. No expeditions means it's the perfect time to relax, but how can Levi relax when his sister keeps making goo-goo eyes at Erwin?

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: TENSIONS AMONG COMRADES

If Levi had to pick a favorite season, he'd be tempted to say winter. It's a terribly messy season that leads to slushy snow-mixed-mud being tracked throughout the barracks and the air is always frigid yet the Survey Corps unfortunately suffers a lack of fireplaces on base, only one in the dinning hall and a few in the higher ups' offices. Winter lasts for a miserable few months, but it's Levi's favorite because it's the only time of year expeditions are put on guaranteed pause. No missions means no deaths. No deaths means he doesn't have to worry about his friends or sister; he'll deal with all the slushy mud in the world to have that kind of peace of mind (not that he still won't pout and try to clean it anyways).

The Underground isn't known to get any warmer than 15°C on the best of summer days, so it's safe to say Levi had been accustomed to cold weather for most of his life, but things have changed since coming to the surface. Spending most of his days out on expeditions, cleaning inside by an open window, or sitting outside in the grass with you if the weather's really nice, he's slowly grown to enjoy the sun's warm rays. With that said, he has unfortunately lost some of his tolerance for biting breezes which now leaves his cheeks and nose burning red much to his dismay. It's nothing too serious, although he won't turn down a seat by a crackling fire either which leads to his current predicament.

When you came to his room offering him sanctuary in front of a fireplace, he had been skeptical. The fireplace in the dining hall is flocked to by all soldiers who huddle together within close proximity - not a space Levi wants to be squished in. Even once you specified the location, it led to more hesitation from your brother.

Yes, the blurring snow storm raging outside has left his room feeling particularly cold and he desired some better warmth compared to his thin blankets, but at the cost of being stuck in a room with just Erwin and you where he would suffer as the audience of your maddening forms of flirting? He might like sitting in the ice cellar better...

Thankfully for Levi's mental health, the three of you haven't been alone as he had worried. Mike, Nanaba, Moblit, and Hanji joined as well. It turns out none of you really felt like huddling together in the dining hall, so someone (Levi would guess to be you) convinced Erwin to have a little gathering in his office.

It isn't much, mostly just friendly chatter among close friends as they take refuge from the cold, although Erwin had broken out a bottle of wine to share; nothing fancy or expensive, but good nonetheless. Since then, Levi has sat by himself in front of the fire, nursing his wine glass while keeping an eye on everyone with silent enjoyment he'd never admit aloud.

There aren't many seats in the office, but it doesn't seem to be an issue. Mike is leaning against the wall, nodding along wordlessly to a story Nanaba is telling him. Meanwhile, Moblit and Hanji sit in the wooden chairs placed in front of the desk, Hanji dominating the conversation there while you sit on the desk itself in front of them.

You seem to be enjoying yourself from what Levi can tell. You show no boredom towards whatever Hanji's ranting about and you must be keeping track of the topic since you add in your own replies whenever prompted. Sometimes you laugh and your eyes maintain a nice glitter to them, only leaving your friend's excitement for a second to check on Erwin from where he sits appropriately in his chair behind the desk.

The lingering glances, the softness in your expression, and the slight red to your cheeks when Erwin meets your eyes before you quickly turn back to Hanji...You think you're real smooth, don't you? You've said nothing to your brother about the matter of course, not that he's bothered asking, but it's not like he needs to; he already knows the answer.

You've always behaved bashfully around Erwin, yet you changed suddenly. Nothing too crazy, however Levi's noticed that you don't blush quite as often nor do you seem as terribly flustered as before. If anything, he would dare say you seem more confident around Erwin, in fact just last week he caught the two of you walking down the hall with your pinkie fingers twisted together - like any pair of 'friends' would.

Expeditions begin, Erwin 'casually' makes his way over to personally wish you luck. Expeditions end, you breathe a visible sigh of relief when seeing him the crowd of soldiers back home. Levi's also not stupid enough to believe Erwin, who's practically second-in-command to the Survey Corps, needs that much help with paperwork that he requires you in his office during practically any break period.

It's clear as day that the two of you have definitely crossed some line in your relationship yet you haven't confirmed it aloud to anyone including Levi. Perhaps you're both keeping it a secret for the sake of being professional and maybe you're worried that your brother would be upset at your choice of men. He's already made it pretty clear that he has many complaints against Erwin, but it's not like he can convince you, an adult woman, who to date. Even if he could sway your decision, he probably wouldn't try anyways.

You're happy. Erwin's a stupid, annoying prick, but he's a stupid, annoying prick who makes you smile which is more than most other guys could say. With everything life has thrown at you, you've never had time to so much as consider dating, too preoccupied with survival and family to let yourself be that vulnerable. It's by chance that you found someone in the Survey Corps to love and you don't seem to be complaining; quite the contrary judging on how relaxed you are whenever by Erwin's side. At the end of the day, Levi has no issue with you being content like this; you deserve it more than anyone else...He just worries...

"That's really good!" You praise, gazing over the many drawings Moblit had passed to you. Flipping through them, each landscape seems to be better than the last.

"They're just rough sketches..." Moblit explains modestly while scratching the back of his neck.

"Are you kidding? They're so well detailed!" You lean over so that Erwin can see too which seems to further embarrass Moblit who's immediately reminded of his childhood where his mother would proudly show off his skills to practically the whole town while complaining he'd be 'putting it to waste' in the Survey Corps.

"She's right. You have a gift," Erwin agrees with a smile.

You choose to look over them for a second longer before giving them back to Moblit, "I wish I could draw like that. It would be a nice way to capture an image forever."

"Have you tried drawing?"

"Yes, and I'll spare everyone the torture of seeing my attempts," you sigh dramatically, earning a round of chuckles, "...Can you draw people, too?"

"Yeah, I've done a few portraits," Moblit nods, stacking his landscapes together neatly. He then glances at you with a shy offer, "...I could draw you if you want..."

"Oooh, shooting your shot, eh Moblit?" Hanji elbows him in the ribs with a hearty laugh, however he's quick to shake his head.

"N-No, I just wanted to offer, that's all! It makes people happy to see their own portraits and I can use the practice anyways."

"Seriously? You'd be up for drawing me?" You bounce with excitement like a child handed candy and it only gets worse when Moblit agrees.

While he tries to locate a fresh piece of paper in his sketchbook, you glance across the room and meet Levi's eyes. He redirects his attention back to the fire, stubbornly refusing to make it seem like he was actually listening to the conversation, after all, he had put up such a fuss in coming here earlier. You said he'd enjoy the break and he can't let you realize you were right about that.

Despite how sneaky your brother tries to be, he'll never be able to get much past you. With a smirk, you push yourself off the desk and stroll over to him with a wave to your step, "Could you do Levi and me together, Moblit?"

Levi whips his head around to you with a glare.

"If you want, sure."

"That's going to be a challenge," Hanji snickers, earning a glare of her own from Levi.

"I don't want to be any damn drawing."

"It won't take long. I can draw fast -" Moblit tries to reassure.

"- I don't care how fast you can draw. I don't want to be drawn at all."

"-Aw, come on, Levi! It'll be a nice little keepsake for us - something we can look back at years from now and remember the good o' days when we were still young," you grin, holding a hand out to him which he refuses to take, instead scooting further away from you while hugging his knees to his chest.

"No."

You sigh, placing your hands on your hips teasingly, "You're getting a drawing done with me one way or another. Don't make me hold you down in front of everyone."

"Test her, Levi! I wanna know which one of you is strongest!" Hanji hoots in laughter and she would've tipped her chair too far back if not for Nanaba pushing it upright again. At least four-eyes is having the time of her life right now. She won't be once Levi buries her in the snow later.

He glances at your hopeful expression then your hand before begrudgingly taking it at last, allowing you to pull him up off the ground. Almost the second he's on his feet, you throw your arm over his shoulders and pull him against your side roughly. "Good. Now smile!"

He huffs and rolls his eyes at your eagerness.

As promised, Moblit goes straight to work drawing while everyone else stands by watching in quiet amusement aside from Hanji who has to bite back her smirk after calling out Levi for still not smiling.

Sneering, he feels his cheeks warm at all the attention and spotlight...This feels so childish yet when he glances at you, Levi takes note of how bubbly you are. It's a stark difference from when Isabell and Furlan died or even when you all were back in the Underground together. Of course, now you're where you always wanted to be as a kid. You dreamed of being a soldier - a hero people looked up to, not down upon which had been the only feeling you ever knew back then. The best part is you're surrounded by new friends and your brother by your side. What else could you ask for?

Bowing his head, Levi allows a small smile to form on his lips.

Once the drawing is finished, Moblit hands you his work so that you may sit in awe over it and gush about his skill. Levi himself takes the time to gaze over the drawing when you pass it to him. He must admit Moblit does have talent. For something drawn so quickly, it's pretty well detailed. He's captured your smile and eyes just right, even mastering that ever so small smile Levi had, too. Perhaps the only difference is the small lines scratched in the background in the shape of buildings to give a more outside look compared to a dim office.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You ask Levi smugly, your arm once again over his shoulders to pull him into a side hug.

He rolls his eyes and pushes you away by your face, "It was torturous."

"So dramatic as always, Levi," You chuckle, taking no real offense and instead looking over the drawing again happily. After staring at it long enough to memorize every detail yourself, you carefully fold it up to fit into your chest pocket, "Thank you, Moblit. I'll keep it forever."

As the evening grows late, everyone slowly files out of Erwin's office to return to their own chilly rooms. Although the other voices get further down the hall, to no surprise, you take your time hovering outside of the office. You rock on your heels while bidding Erwin a goodnight, seemingly more pleased when he chuckles and sneaks a kiss to your cheek with his own whispered well wishes. Shyly, you stutter another ‘goodnight’ before scurrying off.

He’s smiling ever so slightly, his eyes following you until they can't any longer once you round the corner. He wonders for a moment if he should've offered you a stay in his room for the night since you had mentioned a few times how cold the barracks get, however such an offer might've been inappropriate - it would’ve been inappropriate. There's still no official label to your relationship, after all. Neither of you have dared speak it, both fearing deep down how much good it would do given your jobs. Still, label or not, it hasn't stopped you from being drawn to each other; it's contradictory, you're both aware.

"I'm surprised she didn't stay longer,” Erwin's slightly taken aback when turning to see Levi standing there with a glare, although he quickly recovers from this surprise.

"It’s late,” he says as if that's enough of an answer for why you hadn’t stayed, but Levi’s hardly amused.

“Doesn’t stop most couples.”

Erwin frowns, half tempted to deny what Levi’s hinting at yet he realizes there really wouldn’t be much point in that. Your brother’s no idiot. Deny it as you both wish, but at the end of the day, he isn’t the only one who would deem your relationship that of a couple. It doesn’t matter how stubbornly you use the title yourselves, it doesn’t reflect whatever you feel in your hearts nor will it save you from any heartbreak later on.

“I respect your sister greatly. I intend her no harm nor do I want to step on your toes, either -”

“- I don’t care what you are to each other and I don’t plan on getting in the way of my sister’s happiness,” Levi interrupts quickly, turning around to start making his own way towards the barracks, however he pauses then glances back at Erwin, “...Let me just ask you this: if it came down to it, would you sacrifice her for your ‘mission’?”

Erwin’s lips part ever so slightly, Levi's question taking him off guard. The answer sits on the tip of his tongue, yet it doesn't feel quite right making him rethink it again and again.

Despite these revisions, he can't seem to feel confident in his reply, his eyebrows furrowing together. If someone were to walk into the hallway at this moment, they might assume Erwin had been asked a complex riddle based on his confusion; they'd be no wiser and dismiss his hesitation, but Levi can't do so. Seeing the wheels turning in Erwin's head only infuriates him, causing his patience to officially snap in half.

"It's not a damn mind twister! If you truly care about - if you love her, you'd know the answer as quickly as you could tell someone your own name!" Levi hisses harshly, curling his fist at his side. He hadn't been angry before, only concerned, however that's officially changed. Now, he's angry, feeling as if his fears have suddenly been confirmed despite his prior words.

"I actually love her, so I can say with confidence that I wouldn't hesitate to give my own life for hers if it were needed."

Erwin watches Levi march off, the same dumbfounded expression printed across his face as his mind whirls around the complicated question he had been asked, but his hesitancy isn't for the reason Levi thinks.

You're just like any other soldier in the Survey Corps. You have your own hopes and dreams as well as your own talents to get you there. Perhaps the only difference is you hadn’t originally joined for the same noble cause as the others. Just a poor orphan girl from the Underground, you exist from a background Erwin could never properly understand, although he has tried to, determined to know exactly what makes you tick.

Like him, you've spent your whole life staring upwards while wondering what more there is to this hell around you. You, of course, are more selfless than him. For someone with nothing, you sure like to give. You give for your brother, you give for your comrades, and you give for Erwin. That's what makes you such a good soldier; you live for others and you have no shame nor hesitation in doing so despite how it could easily become a dangerous (yet still heroic) habit.

You're just like any other soldier in the Survey Corps. You can die at any time. You'll most likely die, chasing after the same cause and mission Erwin's invested you to. Many soldiers before you have fallen into place as the footsteps for humanity's future and at surface level, you'd lay no different than them; just a stepping stone for a worthy cause…so why does Levi's question bother Erwin this much? Why does he feel a weight in his heart at the thought of stepping over your body, hesitating to lead humanity any further than that despite where his dreams have always lied?

Erwin has always been focused on the future. He wants desperately to explore the world outside the Walls and confirm his late father’s theories for the fate of humanity…but not enough to sacrifice you...For some reason, you tilt every scale in a different direction and throw each careful calculation off the page. Thinking of your laughter and beautiful smile...Your determination and unmatched strength...Your faith and understanding that you allow yourself to show even towards a devil like him...

...Erwin doesn't know if he could choose humanity over you...

NEXT CHAPTER {coming soon}

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#levi ackerman x reader #aot levi #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #levi x sister reader #levi x you #snk #x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan #attack on titan no regrets #aot erwin #commander erwin #erwin x y/n #erwin smith x reader #erwin x you #shingeki no kyoujin

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rjhpandapaws · 2 years

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Outrun the Storm

//TW: Identity Crisis, Mild Depressive Episode, Disregard for personal safety

Deep down, he knows he should have just warped to Hateno. He's only Hylian, he can't outrun a winter storm, especially not one coming down from Lanayru, but it's too late for that now. He's too far from the shrine in the Domain, and on top of that, it will soothe the itch under his skin better if he walks. He needs to wander or he is gong to do something stupid. He may do something stupid anyway, just to get it out of his system. The wind is screaming and the rain is pelting him with the intent to bruise, and it is the best thing he has felt in ages, save for the many nights he's spent talking with Sidon far later than is advisable. In this weather it will take him close to a week to get back to Hateno. Maybe longer in the event he decides to take the scenic route, or if the monsters are particularly dense. The rain makes him think of Mipha. He doesn't remember her, not really, but he knows from Sidon's stories that she his kind, from her own spirit that she was also a Champion, and from every other Zora that she had apparently loved him dearly. He just doesn't know how he felt about her, if he felt anything at all. With the other three Champions there was at least something, but with Mipha it is frustratingly blank. When it rains its worse, and he doesn't know if that is because of Vah Ruta or something else.

He of course has the things Sidon has told him of her. They were childhood friends, or at least as close to it as a Hylian and a Zora could get, and she had marveled at his recklessness. She was a healer by nature, he knew that even before making use of her divine Grace, and he wondered how much of that marveling had actually been worry. It wasn't like he could ever remember her commenting on it; as it was he could barely remember what she looked like. The winter rain had chilled him already despite his Rito armor, but then again it was meant to keep away the cold of snow, not water. He was a quarter of the way down the path out of the Domain, if he could find an outcrop or a cave he could take a break for a moment and start a fire. The thought of being still even for that long aggravated the itch under his skin, there would be no resting here. He'd already stayed in the Domain for too long. Not in the sense that he had overstayed his welcome, he knew that, it was more that he had been in the same place for too long. There was plenty to explore, but after a while it wasn't enough to keep the urge to be lost at bay. He hadn't left when it started getting bad, because leaving meant saying goodbye to Sidon and he hadn't wanted to do that just yet. Being around Sidon was easy, and he'd grown used to it. In the Domain he wasn't a Hero or a Knight; he was just a strange little Hylian with too much energy and not enough to do. He enjoyed running errands for the other Zora, diving off questionably high ledges just because he could, and talking with Sidon until all hours of the night because time felt like it stopped when it was just the two of them. So he had stayed until the need to get out and explore had become physically painful.

By mid afternoon Link is cold enough that it's almost painful. Rather than make a camp of his own he takes over a lizalfos camp and settles by what had been their fire. It saves him some resources and time in that he no longer has to try and fight with the rain to get a fire started. The fight ended quickly but it helped to settle some of his nervous energy. He sits as close to the fire as he can get without risking igniting himself or his armor, he's done that enough times to know it won't help him get warm. As much as it had seemed like it at the time. He pulls out the Slate to try and make a plan, the first step is obviously going back to Hateno. He needs to check his mail in case Zelda sent him anything that requires his immediate attention, or rather had, he's a little late for that now. He'll stock up on weapons and supplies while here's there. Then what? If he heads toward Kakriko he'll be moving on long the edge of the storm, assuming it comes down from Lanayru at all. If it does it will bring snow and that's not something Link wants to be caught in. He could head back to Gerudo Valley, but he doesn't really feeling like getting all manner of sun burnt just to have to dress like a girl. There's not much to explore out that way anyway. Just sand that he won't be able to get out of his armor for months, and heat stroke if he isn't careful. Sidon would love the Kara Kara Bazaar though. The thought catches Link off guard and he stares into the fire for a long moment. Sidon spent a lot of time talking about how much he would love to see the world beyond the Domain eventually. He often asked Link about his travels, and Link indulged him as best he could. He left out most of the dangerous stuff of course, Sidon worried about him enough without Link having to throw that into the mix. He puts a pin on his map in the area he remembers the Bazaar being.

It's well after dark by the time Link is warm enough to get moving again. So instead of doing something he knows will get him lectured by both Zelda and Sidon, he adds wood to the fire and lays down with his head resting on his arm and settles in to get a few hours of sleep. Even now, going on two years after the Calamity, he still can't sleep through the night. He doesn't know how much of that is from it having been dangerous before, and how much if it is from his hundred year nap. He wakes up well before dawn, and even through there is no chance of the fire spreading due to the rain, he still puts out his campfire before moving on. His breakfast consists of a couple of baked apples from his pack. He tosses the cores into the woods for the deer and starts down the domain road again. If he keeps up this pace he should be to the Wetlands stable by this time tomorrow. He'll be able too cook there, rent a bed, and grab one of his other horses to make the trip back to Hateno a little faster. He is well aware that riding a horse isn't going to help him beat the storm, but it could shave a day or so off his trip and that could make the difference between him being caught in the worst of it, and his being able to skirt around the edges of it. If he's lucky of course. The rain has lightened to a light drizzle for now, but it's still bitterly cold. Not quite a fine mist of frost, but close enough that the Rito armor does a better job of keeping him warm despite it's damp state. It would have meant leaving sooner, but as he splashes through yet another shin deep puddle, Link begins to think Sidon had been right, it would have been wiser to leave before the rain settled in.

By the time Link makes camp for the night, he's battered, bruised, half frozen, and frustrated enough to curse the goddess. He clears yet another camp and takes over their fire. For a moment he thinks about taking off his soaked through armor and letting it dry by the fire. It's a bad idea. While he still has his warm doublet, the only decent pants he has are his leggings and they are too thin for this kind of weather. While they would be dry, he would still be freezing. On top of that he's stiff, and changing clothes would be too much effort. He moves closer to the fire and steals one of the roasted bass stabbed onto a stick beside it. The monsters that cooked it won't be able to eat it anyway and he could use something warm. With something resembling dinner had, he lays down to try and sleep for a bit. He wakes up maybe an hour later soaking wet and very fucking cold. He sits up with a start to find that the dry camp he'd taken over has become a rather large puddle. He groans and sends another curse at the goddess. The rest of the path looks to be in a similar state. He resolves himself to another day of being damp and bitterly cold, but if he plays his cards right, he'll get to the Wetland stable today and he'll have a chance to dry off and get warm before continuing to Hateno.

When he finally reaches the stable he spends extra for a softer bed because honestly at this point he deserves it. There's a break in the rain that he takes advantage off by changing out of his Rito armor and letting it dry by the first fire. He takes to the cooking pot after that and cooks himself a proper meal. It's a less fancy version of a soup Sidon made him in the Domain that Link can't remember the name of but it warms him to his bones. With food in his system and his warmest armor dry enough to at least bring inside the stable, Link settles on his bed and looks over his tablet. There is the one pin over the Kara Kara Bazaar, but that won't be enough to cure his wanderlust. He could always go into Castle Town and see how the rebuilding is going, but if he lingers for too long Zelda might try and put him to work, then he would be stuck again. Maybe if he went with Sidon she would leave him be. He shakes his head to chase away that thought and instead places a pin at Tarrey Town , he could make his way there from Gerudo Valley and be on his way back to Zora's Domain after that. It's a few weeks each way, so by the time he reaches the Domain road again the worst of the winter storms should have passed. He doesn't know if the flooding will have gone down enough for him to make it back up, but he'll figure that out when he gets back. Sidon will be excited to hear about his trip, and if he plots the route correctly, maybe next time Sidon will be able to go with him.

Link wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but it’s nice to wake up dry and somewhat warm for a change. He's the first one awake so he gets dressed quietly and slips out of the stable. He takes Rue out of her stall and leaves a note with some rupees behind. She is tall enough that Link has to stand on the fence to get her saddle and halter properly on her, and that's after coaxing her to lower her head. She's the biggest horse Link has ever seen and taming her had been a feat in and of itself. She is as dark as a shadow with eyes that are on the line between brown and red depending on how the light hits them. Link takes a moment to adjust his balance before putting one leg into the stirrup closest to him and then swinging his other leg over. Rue shakes her head in what Link has decided is a show of excitement and they head out on their way. In this kind of weather it will still take him close to four days to get to Hateno, which is better than the week and some change it would have taken him to get there on foot. Rue doesn't exactly seem too happy that they're on the road before the sun has risen and she fusses. Link soothes her and later when they stop he'll giver a couple of his apples as a thank you. He doesn't have a lantern, he rides often enough at night that he probably should, but he's never gotten around to it. Maybe on the way back, if he remembers. He trusts Rue to know where she is going.

When day breaks and Link can actually see where he is going he puts the slate away and clicks at Rue to have her pick up the pace. And goddess above, does it feel good to have the wind howling through his hair again, even if it is bitter and cold and leaves his cheeks raw and stinging. He's missed this. He laughs, it’s a raw, jagged sound that is lost to the wind as soon as it leaves him. In his moment of joy he lets go of the reigns and holds his arms out, something he quickly remembers he shouldn't do while riding a horse at full tilt. Rue's speed and momentum sends him flying off of her back. When he hits the ground, the impact chases the air form his lungs. Rue stops as soon as she realizes Link is no longer in the saddle. When she turns to look at him she almost looks amused. It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath, and a few more to actually get to his feet. He is going to be feeling this one for days. Rue nickers at him as he approaches, and Link rolls his eyes. This technically counts as a stop so he pulls an apple out of one of the saddle bags and offers it to her. She takes it from his hand and while she's enjoying it, Link hefts himself back into the saddle. From now until they reach Dueling Peaks he's going to keep at least one hand on the reigns. He waits for Rue to lose interest in the grass where she'd eaten the apple before getting her back on the road.

He waits until they are in a more open part of the wetlands before he clicks Rue back into a run. The movement reveals that he likely bruised his ribs in the fall, but its less painful and more a persistent discomfort; he's dealt with worse and it doesn't bother him too much. It nearly midday when Link stops Rue again, if falling off of her back counted as a stop. He leads her to the river so she can drink, and for a moment he hopes to see Sidon. That hope quickly withered away though and left Link's chest aching. He was too far from the Domain, and Sidon wasn't going to leave if the storms were only going to get worse. The flooding wouldn't be an issue for him, Link knew that, but Sidon didn't like causing anyone unnecessary worry. Even then, the way the King had lectured him when they got back from Hateno had Link under the distinct impression that Sidon wouldn't be taking anymore surprise vacations any time soon. Link had felt bad at the time, for causing Sidon that much trouble, but the prince had only laughed and promised his father there wouldn't be nay more sneaking out for that long. Rue knocks her very wet nose against his forehead effectively pulling him from his thoughts. He presses his forehead into her face for a moment, just to collect himself before moving to pull himself back into the saddle. They keep going for a few more hours and then find a place to lay low for the night. He'll probably make a camp this time instead of taking one over. He doesn't want to risk Rue getting hurt.

When Link decides to stop and make camp it's closer to dark than dusk than he originally planned, but as far as he can tell they are at the midway point between the Wetland's stable and Dueling Peaks. Another day or so of riding and he can board Rue for a bit. He'd take her into Hateno, but he had Epona at the house and they don't get along. The last time he kept them at the same stable he wound up having to pay for the fence being rebuilt, and he would rather not have to do that for a house he stayed in a few times a year. That and Rue seemed to enjoy stables more than the house, where Epona didn't get on well with other horses for long periods of time. Link would have made a longer trip of this, just to spend more time with Rue if he wasn't feeling so pressed to get out into the world. Once he took care of what he needed to in Hateno he was going to continue on foot toward the desert. One reason being that he wouldn’t have to worry about taking care of anything else, and two because he wanted to explore and that was easier to on foot than on a horse. Rue settled by the fire once camp was set up and Link sat leaning against her to share warmth. It's nice and in a bittersweet way it reminds him of when he first set out to save Hyrule. Before he understood who and what he was, and how many people his refusal to step into his old role would let down. Back before he understood that he was seen as less of a person and more like another Divine Beast. Before he painstakingly tried to carve out his sense of self. Before he gave up and instead covered himself in silence and armor.

Link doesn't sleep much that night. He lets Rue rest but he doesn't sleep for anymore than an hour. Not because he feels unsafe, its quiet and calm, but because there is too much on his mind. As nice as being in Zora's Domain was, he remembers now what brought him there. It's the only place he's a person. Out here in the wilds, in the place that should have felt like home he's a weapon. A tool to be used by the goddess in the form of a princess. A princess who doesn't need him anymore. Out here he is loudly and painfully reminded that he has outlived his usefulness. The Calamity is gone, Zelda is fine on her own. He isn't needed anymore, not really. Which is fine, he never asked to be a Hero, to be denied death and then to outlive his fate. But now that he's no longer a hero, he isn't sure what he's supposed to be, what he's supposed to do. The rain turns to snow and Link wakes Rue so they can get on the road before the worst of it hits. He carefully stamps out what is left of his fire and heaves himself into the saddle. He doesn't work her into a run right away, he wants to have his wits about him more before that. The air is cold enough to sting even at this pace, so having Rue run would be painful, but he doesn't have a choice if he wants to miss the worst of this. He digs in his pack for the Sheika face mask and pulls that on to cover his mouth and nose from the worst of the cold and sets Rue into a run.

The wind still burns his cheeks and he has to squint just to see, but he imagines it would be worse without the mask covering the lower half of his face. By the time he stops so Rue can drink they've been walking for a couple hours. The now came down heavier and there's too much for her to run safely. As she drinks from the river Link scans the water for Sidon. He knows he won't be there, but it's become a habit from his many months in the Domain. In fact, he can almost convince himself he saw a flash of red. He rests his head against Rue's shoulder and sighs quietly. He's torn. The need to wander hasn't subsided, but he misses the Domain as well. Sidon will still be there when he returns, he just has to soothe the itch under his skin first. Maybe he can go after Farosh and try and get what he needs to have Cotera upgrade his tunic. He'll feel better if he does something reckless. Rue bumps her head against him when she's had her fill and he pulls himself back up. The best they can manage in all this snow is a brisk trot, not that Link minds. His bruised ribs still and the bitter cold isn't helping. He can better keep still like this. In about a day they'll be at Dueling Peaks, some one will take care of Rue and he can try and sleep before continuing on to Hateno.

Link doesn't make camp when night falls, he doesn't want to sleep in the snow any longer than absolutely necessary. He loosely tethers Rue to a tree and remains settled on her back. He leans forward as much as he is able to share in her warmth and they stay like that. He imagines Rue is used to this given their time in Necluda, but he doubts she enjoys it anymore than he does. He doesn't really sleep, its more of a break than anything, and their on the road again before first light. After a quick breakfast of course. They reach Dueling Peaks by early afternoon and Rue seems relieved that her job is done. Link rents a normal bed and sleeps until evening. If he walks through the night he'll make it to Hateno by noon. When he wakes up, its pitch black out. The wind has picked up to a tortured scream and what was a mild snow storm is a white out. If Link were smarter he would have stayed at the stable, but he isn't someone who worries over self preservation. He puts his warm doublet on under his Rito armor and pulls up his Shieka mask. If he's idle for any longer surely he'll fall apart. At the protest of both the stable hands, Link sets off into the storm.

Every piece of him that is exposed to the storm freezes numb in moments. He has to use the map on his slate just to make sure he's following the right path. The weather is bad enough he doesn't have to worry about passers by or monsters, it's almost nice. Or it would have been if he could still feel is extremities. His breath is all that's keeping his face warm and it's hardly pleasant, but it's better than being still. When he gets to the fork in the road the snow lightens into a freezing rain which he likes more than the snow. He's still numb and painfully cold. He knows when his body has a chance to catch up with what he's put it through he'll get sick, but he's not worried about that now. He's a couple hours out of Hateno and if he can just make it that far, he'll be fine. He can check his mail, deal with what little responsibilities Zelda needs him to if there's any. Get some supplies and head for the warmth of the desert. The snow in Hateno has mostly become slush by the time Link crosses the village gates. The rain has shifted from freezing cold to just unpleasantly cool. Which is an improvement he'll take because it means he'll finally get feeling back in his fingers. When he gets to the bridge leading to the house he bought on impulse he stops in his tracks. The bridge has been reinforced with stone. It could hold Rue, more importantly it could hold Sidon without creaking under the pressure. Link grins beneath his mask and rushes across the bridge.

When he gets the heavy door open he shouldn't have been as surprised as he was by the pile of mail on his table. He knew it would be bad, but expecting two seasons worth of mail was one thing, seeing it was another. Part of him was tempted just to throw it in his fire place and use it to warm the long cold house, but he knew better. He sighs quietly, not in the mood to do that much reading after two nights of minimal sleep. So instead he heads up to the loft to change out of his armor to get some rest. He'll deal with the mail when he wakes up. It waited two seasons for him to get back, it can wait one more day. It's dark when he wakes up, and for a moment he can't tell if it's because it's night or if its because of the storm. His internal clock steadies itself, and he knows it's morning, just too early for there to be light. Something must have woken him, but for now all is quiet. He walks back down to what acts as both his living room and his kitchen and uses the pole-wick Zelda bought for him to light his chandelier. Apparently shooting off fire arrows in the house isn't safe, but he's never had any issues. His house is clearly still standing. He lights the fireplace next after coming to the realization it was the cold that woke him. He still had his summer blankets on the bed, and they were much too light for this kind of weather. He put a kettle over the fire to eventually make coffee and settled in to try and read through the mail that had piled up. It would give him a chance to see how things had been without him, and how much trouble he would be in if he went through with his plan to fully avoid Castle Town, and by extension, Zelda.

Link settles in the chair closest to the fireplace to warm up, and so throwing away any of the mail he didn't feel inclined to keep would be easier. Cup of warmer than advisable to drink coffee in one hand and as comfortable as his dining chair would allow, Link reached for the envelope on the top of the pile. The last think he expects to grab is an envelope with the Domain seal on it. His name is written on it in Sidon's elegant script and, Link isn't sure how he feels. Sidon would have had to send it days before Link even left the Domain for it to get here in time. He would have had to know Link planned on coming back to the house, but he didn't remember ever mentioning it. Whatever the case, Link finds his hand feels unsteady as he opens it. What could have been so important, or so private that Sidon couldn't have told him before he left? With the envelope open, Link sets down his coffee so he can give the letter his full attention. He unfolds it carefully as he does with all of Sidon's letters, before he even reads it, he knows he is going to keep it. He always does. He doesn't want to risk forgetting Sidon the way he feels he's forgotten everyone else. If that ever happened, he feels like he would actually give up on everything. Heroism be damned.

My Dearest Link, My hope is that this letter finds you well rested and safe. I have noticed your eyes growing restless of the Domain, and I wish that you haven't lingered so long on my behalf. As much as I treasure the time I get to spend with you, I know you are not one to stay in place for long. You travel like a summer storm, never in one place more than a few days at a time, but you leave new life in your wake. As someone with a profound respect for nature, I do not have it in me to contain a storm, so go, see the world, and bring stories should your travels bring you back to me. My father says he is fine keeping the room for you while you are away, both to ease the strain on your coin purse, but in hopes that one day you may stay here. Even he has come to notice how relaxed you are in this place. We mean you no pressure of course, but I have seen you in that House. You keep yourself there because you believe it is expected of you. I would not be so forward as to ask you to leave that place if you are truly happy there, but if you aren't just think about this. May the Wilds treat you well, Your Dear Friend Prince Sidon of the Zora.

He laughs, the sound is rough and he's glad he lives alone. He's certainly not well rested, but he is safe; and he'll take one out of two, so long as Sidon never learns how dumb he was on his way back to his desolate empty house. So unlived in that the summer blankets are still on his bed. Calling him a summer storm is a particularly endearing way to address his restlessness, if it had come from anyone else Link would have rolled his eyes, but from Sidon it's fitting. He carefully sets Sidon's letter aside and moves on to the next one. This one has the Hyrule Crest on it, which means its from Zelda. He skims over it, it’s the usual fanfare, rebuilding is going well, she can still hear the goddess, Link hasn't replied to any of her previous letters so she is going to assume he is out traveling with no plans to visit Castle Town. She is correct in that regard, she closes it wishing him well as she always does, and to send her regards to Sidon since he was headed out this way. He tosses it into the fire, there's no use drafting a reply when it's sat on his table for three months and she clearly knows he hasn’t been home. The rest of his morning goes much the same way. Open, skim, add to the fire; and after a few hours he's through the pile and it's light enough for reasonable people to be outside. He can grab what he needs from the shops without anyone complaining that he woke them up at the crack of dawn, and then he can be on his way. There's no use lingering.

As it turned out there was some kind of unspoken rule about not showing up at shops the moment they open after you've been gone for half a year. They were glad to see him again, and didn’t seem too surprised when he told them he would be leaving again before the day was out. There was a less bitter feeling from it now. Link was a summer storm, and if Sidon wasn't going to try and contain it; then Link wasn't going to try to outrun it anymore. Maybe if he was lucky, the person he was meant to be would grow in the wake of the rain.

#Breath of the Wild #Breath of the Wild Fic #Link #Sidon #Sidlink #Identity crisis tw #minor depressive episode tw #disregard for personal safety tw

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yumyumlum · 4 months

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Headcanon: Sonic Is Actually Eggman's Foster Kid IRL - Fluff! Angst/Feels! Emotional Robotnik & Sonic

Ok, so hear me out! It's not the typical Sonic & Eggman plot that you would think.

(Music choices throughout this post.)

Augustana - I Still Ain't Over You

Sonic (not his real name) is actually an orphan child in the foster system, who nobody can control because of his ADHD, abandonment and anger issues.

Sonic's whole 'hedgehog' persona is just a projection of his more private identity. A hyperactive hedgehog, because he can be spiky and unsociable at the best of times, hides (shuts the world off) when he's nervous or shy and attacks with raised self defence.

He is a survivalist / wild child who was probably forced to move often to avoid social workers (capture.) He stays up all night, then doesn't want to get up in the daytime, hates the cold (hibernates/doesn't want to get up) and has a poor 'child's diet' (when he's in charge.) He wasn't cared for properly, so has a lot to learn.

Sonic's friends are actually either fellow orphans or local people he's met along the way; Tails a bullied child with no friends because he's different, so he's hidden his own personality away like Sonic (two tails / tales.)

Music: Blue Light - Mazzy Star

Dr 'Eggman' (the kids pet name for him, see notes at the bottom of this post) is actually Sonic's foster-father-to-be / on-and-off, working through a lot of issues with Sonic.

With many similarities they are curious about one another, and make a great team. But neither wants to disappoint the other and there's still loads of growing/improvement to consider, especially as Sonic has behaviour problems.

Robotnik (actually a company name) is Sonic's projection of a highly educated adult; he appears to have unlimited power (due to his ability to do almost anything), so Sonic is nervous and mistrusting of him. He is obviously wealthy, and Sonic has learned not to trust higher class people, as they're often the most judgemental.

Sonic also doesn't like the way that he (himself) has turned out, so withdraws inside himself a lot. He (internally) compares himself to others a lot, overthinking his own expectations and then burning himself out, or feeling like a failure.

Music: Fade Into You (Edit) - Mazzy Star.

His view is that anyone who has the power to change the world, when it is so perfect when it's natural, can't be that good a person. Sonic is a very simple, natural, peaceful individual, not overly keen on the adult world or things designed to overcomplicate matters.

As he learns more about Robotnik, he starts to let him in a little more. Robotnik, is quite a loner and grew up not dissimilar to Sonic, having to fight for everything and turn away from others, which catches Sonic's attention.

He tries to be there for Sonic and break down that wall he constantly keeps putting up, but Sonic won't let him. His anger and abandonment issues often stem from constant rejection he got, so he shuts everyone out.

Music: 3 a.m. - Gregory Alan Isokov

When Sonic is upset, he'll storm out into the night and stay out late, often in bad weather and in the rain, holed up somewhere. He'll go to a bad place to make himself feel bad, like he deserves to be there.

He doesn't want to get used to normality (a kind atmosphere), because the drop will be overwhelming for him when 'things go wrong.' He fully expects to see himself living on the street alone for the rest of his life, because there is no other life and he is meant to be in control of his own destiny. He doesn't rely on anyone for help.

That way he can't be disappointed because he doesn't expect anything better.

Eventually Robotnik has to go out looking for him. He has learned not to chase him, otherwise he just pushes him away more and runs further away.

One time Sonic properly disappears, and he's worried sick about him. He can't sleep, he sits up by the phone all night incase he's lost or stuck somewhere.

Turns out that Sonic ran away so that he wouldn't hurt anyone anymore, blaming himself for everything. See if he could get the courage together to end it all so that he wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

After a long few days walk, he'd eventually stumbled upon a partially collapsed, abandoned tower block overgrown and reclaimed by nature. It was night, he'd taken shelter from the storm, soaked through and hungry. He had tripped and fallen on something sharp like wire, and had torn his leg up and couldn’t walk.

Not wanting to return home like a loser, he'd soldiered on and curled under some newspaper to keep warm. As he moved, the stone floor gave way and he fell through onto the next floor, furniture slamming against him. His joints were hurting from the broken stone he was laying on, his back and neck were killing him, and he was in real trouble.

One of the items that Sonic had taken with him, was a picture of them together... and he'd torn it in half to keep Robotnik's side. So it's like they've been torn apart.

Which is probably what kills the doctor the most; they were so close to fostering again / adoption, and it's like a confirmation of 'I've lost him!' And on opposite ends of the scenario, they both cry a little bit. He just wants to know where Sonic is, that he is ok.

The waiting is the hardest part. It's killing him, not being able to take care or protect him and imagining the worst things that could happen to a child by themselves.

Sonic holds the photo close to himself, so that he won't be alone when the end comes, and whimpers I love you... dad.

(Spoiler: He doesn't die. It’s quite by accident that he’s discovered. There’s a light or a loud noise that attracts attention, and soon after he’s found unconscious and really out of it)

And as he’s floating away in his dreams… he hears his mother singing (Music: You Are My Sunshine - Jasmine Thompson), and there’s blinding white light, and spooky dark light and he’s floating through a tunnel, getting further and further away from his body…

There’s a suggested scene that he’s dying, but he’s being healed (spiritually) by his dead mother. In reality, Robotnik has rescued Sonic, and has fought for his life in every way he can, and is sitting by Sonics bedside just praying, stroking his hand and singing gently to him. So it’s his foster dad he can hear in his dreams.

And I think Robotniks ‘hayfever’ is suddenly playing up something terrible. He’s not one to cry, but he is so broken. If Sonic dies, he won’t be able to stand it.

I want big soft egg dad and tooth rotting fluff between the two of them.

Lots of love and tickles between them when Sonic is better :3 He is just going to absolutely cover Sonic with his love, f the no-touching rule. He loves him too much for that.

BEHIND EGGMAN'S NAME

Sonic is a simple little animal at heart right. So when he calls him Eggman... it's actually more to do with the fact that he's like his mum and dad all rolled into one because he doesn't have a mum anymore...

Like 'male mother.' And he associates eggs with birds and other such animals, like hens. The chicks are kept warm and safe in the eggs, and the mother hens brood over them. So he's seeing Eggman as a broody loving male mother who's keeping him safe and warm.

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theonemarvelousness · 1 year

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Don't Leave Me [Book 7 Spoilers]

The thrum aches in Malleus's chest. An old, familiar gap. It's throbbed and ached his entire life, hasn't it? Its absence would be strange.

But now it's agonizing; his breathing feels restricted. The beat of his heart a pounding drum that won't stop.

How he longs for it to stop.

As if hands grip around his heart. Tug at his lungs. The hole no longer throbs; it wraps around and strangles. Cuts off all else around it.

Why?

The weather at Night Raven College is--more unpredictable than it has ever been. Lightning storms. Flurries of snow.

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Lilia crosses his path, chatting happily with Kalim and Cater. "--yes, it WILL be the biggest party I've ever thrown! I am leaving. Why not make it a bash you'll all talk of the rest of your lives~?"

The dragon finds himself rooted to the spot long after they've gone from sight.

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It rains that night in Diasomnia. The part grows ever-closer.

Lilia's leaving.

The figure so constant in his life will be gone.

How can he fix this?

He has so much magic at his command. How can he fix this? How can he change the threads of fate? How can he weave something new into the fabric of time? He can't lose Lilia too. It's too many. Hasn't he lost enough? Hasn't he?

His parents gone when he was barely old enough to understand what their loss would mean. A lonely life isolated in a castle in the Valley of Thorns. A school career at Night Raven College where he's feared. Isn't this already enough?

And...

And they're going too.

We may have found a way, or at least a path, for me to get home.

How his chest hurt to hear those words.

Lilia. Lilia.

And that child of man.

The ones that still gaze at him so kindly.

Even knowing who he is.

Why does he have to lose them both?

No.

He won't.

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If they slumber, if all of Twisted Wonderland slumbers, then he can take that time to weave old magic. A thousand years will mean there is nothing for that child of man to return to; a thousand years is enough to weave new magic into an old fae. All he needs is time--and if they dream, they won't notice.

They'll all sleep in sweet slumber.

And he can make it all right. He can change the tapestry of fate. He can weave a different ending.

A thousand years of sleep.

And the world can stand still, the people can sleep, until he makes the world right again.

They won't leave him.

He'll make it right.

Even if he loses himself to his own magic.

#twst writing #twst fanfiction #twst fic #malleus draconia #lilia vanrogue #book 7 spoilers #twst writings

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terabyteturtle · 8 months

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Fighter #08 - Pikachu

- He has a giant slinky collection. According to Pikachu, one can never have too many slinkies.

- Pit originally thought he was a reincarnation of Zeus, so when they first met, the young angel talked to him as if they knew each other. It was really awkward until Red (Pokemon Trainer) finally came in to explain the situation.

- Pikachu loves listening to heavy metal. He and Kirby really want to see Mastodon live.

- He has his own cat tower to climb on when he has extra energy.

- Despite his adorable appearance and cheerful attitude, this little dude can be a little hot-headed sometimes. He's quick to become angry with those who are rude toward him or his friends.

- Spring is his favorite season. He loves the warm weather, the sounds of busy bees, and the vibrant colors of newly blossomed flowers.

- Belly rubs are his favorite! No matter what, they never fail to make him happy.

- Pikachu always wants to go on adventures. Whether he's going somewhere new or just roaming around the mansion grounds, he's ready and raring to go.

- Pikachu and the kids play outside together almost all the time.

- In his free time, he enjoys training at the gym. His favorite things to do are lifting small weights and running on the treadmill.

- He has tons of Pikachu friends, including Cosplay Pikachu. Whenever they all hang out, a lightning storm appears.

- He's not the original Pikachu. The original was actually his older brother, who evolved into a Raichu and retired when Brawl rolled around.

- On that note, he was the original Pichu until he evolved during Brawl. The current Pichu is his brother, who is the youngest of the three. The two write letters to their older brother to check in every now and then.

- Pikachu takes two thirty-minute naps a day—one in the morning and another late in the afternoon.

- He once broke into Little Mac's stash of energy drinks because he was curious about how they tasted. He drank one and didn't sleep for three days.

- He loves wearing warm clothes. Zelda got him a hat and scarf for Christmas and he didn't stop wearing them until spring came.

- Sometimes, Cosplay Pikachu will join a few battles just for fun. Leaf (female Pokemon Trainer) brings her female Pikachu and she'll join in too. More often than not, the three are on a team together. They're all best friends and have known each other for a really long time.

- Every year, Pikachu is in charge of coordinating the Pokken Tag Tournament, an event in which Pokemon team up and battle against each other.

- He loves to cook with Red. Whenever they're in charge of making food, it always ends up looking like a Pokemon. One time, they made sandwiches for a picnic, but somehow made them look like Arceus. Not only did they look great, but they tasted great too.

- Pikachu secretly hopes Red and Leaf get together. They keep insisting that they’re just friends, but he thinks they’re a great match for each other.

- After his matches, he likes hanging out in the spa room. He’s a sucker for a good soak in the hot tub.

- Ryu and Ken inspire him. He’s been begging them to teach him how to use Shotokan-style karate.

- He loves making wishes. Even if he knows it won’t come true, it’s still fun for him to do. If there's a wishbone, he'll crack it. If there's a shooting star, he'll wish upon it. If there’s a dandelion, he’ll blow on it until all of the seeds are gone.

- He had a big magic phase when he was younger. Every once and a while, he’ll pull out his old wand and cape and do magic tricks for Pichu.

- There's an old oak tree outside of the mansion that Pikachu loves to visit. He likes to climb all the way up and look out across the mansion grounds. He’ll often watch the sunset up there with Cosplay Pikachu. When he can't sleep, he'll go out there and stare at the moon. If Samus is up and about that night, she'll usually find Pikachu snoring away at the top of the tree. When this happens, she'll climb up and bring him down gently. Pikachu's a pretty heavy sleeper, so she doesn't worry too much about waking him up.

- Pikachu and Cosplay Pikachu tag team it during wrestling matches in the Boxing Ring, and they usually end up dominating the competition. (Again, why are there wrestling matches happening in the Boxing Ring? Someone should be regulating this stuff.)

- Under no circumstance is Pikachu allowed to go grocery shopping unless accompanied by another fighter. He's been involved in several street fights in the back alley (none of which were his fault), not to mention he's almost been kidnapped twice.

- Red and his Pikachu always train with Leaf and her Pikachu.

- He can not walk on slippery floors. Despite being a quick and cunning little thing, he doesn't have the best balance.

- If tasked with cleaning the floor, he'll use his whole body to scrub it instead of using a sponge. He's then forced to take a bath after.

- Whenever Mario makes Italian food, Pikachu is the first one in line. To him, Mario’s signature spaghetti and meatballs is to die for.

- He and Diddy Kong enjoy watching professional dancing on TV. Diddy Kong watches it for the cool and graceful dance moves, while Pikachu watches it because he thinks the girls are pretty.

- Squirtle and Ivysaur are his comfort buddies. When he's sad, they’re there to cheer him up.

- Cosplay Pikachu really wants to teach him how to wrestle, but he’d rather do karate.

- Pikachu is extremely protective over all of his friends. If anybody tries to mess with them, they’ll get the shock of a lifetime.

- His favorite song from the Smash soundtrack is Road to Viridian City. It fills him with nostalgia while also making him very cheerful.

#smash ultimate #ssbu #headcanons #pikachu #pit #pokemon trainer #trainer red #kirby #pichu #little mac #zelda #trainer leaf #ryu #ken #samus #mario #diddy kong #squirtle #ivysaur

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betweenthings2 · 8 days

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contemporary m&g <33 you are such a queen of the people, betweenthings. also i remember your headcanons a while back which were very fun so i wonder if you would like to share any more of contemporary m&g’s idiosyncrasies :)

A queen of the people??? Anon, you are truly too kind.

Fictional!George headcanons are here and here, and the fictional!Matty headcanons are here if y'all care to see them again/haven't seen them =)

Anyway, on to contemporary fictional!M+G:

Fictional!George goes into anything that isn't a creative project with fictional!Matty assuming that he'll be doing at least half the work, lest something remain unfinished for months. He doesn't blame fictional!Matty, ADHD is rough, but he just has to set realistic expectations.

About once a week, never on the same day each week, but roughly once a week, fictional!Matty will have a very nice, self-care, aesthetic bath. He's a shameless bath enjoyer, but he wasn't always. Maybe he hurt himself working out, maybe he hurt himself on stage, maybe he's just in his thirties and wasn't always very kind to his body, but he's sore and uncomfortable and fictional!George gets him fancy bath products and after the first bath or two, he's sold.

Fictional!George, on the other hand, isn't getting in the bath unless fictional!Matty convinces him. He thinks it's an inefficient way to get clean, no matter how many times fictional!Matty tries to explain it's not about getting clean but helping his body feel better.

Fictional!George loves fictional!Matty's curls and convinces him to stop shaving them off. (Actually, in my little world, fictional!Matty never shaved his head, but ya'know.)

They take evening walks with Mayhem every day. It's very nice and sometimes they stop at a little dog friendly café for a sweet treat on their way home.

Fictional!Matty has an Emotional Support Water Bottle that he rarely washes. It's not intentional, he just forgets. Plus, "How does it get dirty if I only ever put water in it, George?" (<- this is definitely not a thought I've ever had before. I always wash my Emotional Support Water Bottle.)

Fictional!Matty loves storms and bad weather when they're home. He hates it when they're on the road, but when they're home, he'll take a blanket and a cup of tea out on the covered patio and just watch the storm.

Fictional!George insists on having a routine when they're home. He gets up and goes to bed at a fairly regular time and has weekly and monthly to-do lists.

They both always have really grand plans for their time off, but they always end up lounging and making music. Sometimes they'll take a vacation, but more often than not, they're partial to staying home and enjoying being home together.

Fictional!Matty is the world's worst unpacker after tour or vacations. He'll leave his suitcase open on the floor half unpacked for weeks until fictional!George reminds him enough or he trips over it one too many times.

Fictional!Matty always forgets the reusable shopping bags. Fictional!George never does. They almost always do the grocery shopping together and still somehow have more reusable shopping bags than any reasonable person should.

Fictional!Matty has made it his mission to convince fictional!George that they need a big fancy espresso maker for their kitchen.

#asks #talk shop tuesday #betweenthings talks #the theme is that I've been bad at sports for a long time and now my body hurts so I project it onto fictional!Matty

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artilaz · 3 months

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First of all, Happy Birthday!!! 🎁 🎂 🎉

Now, in keeping with that theme—I’d love to hear your thoughts on what Tristan would do for Gale on his birthday? And, of course, what Gale “my grand gestures can never be grand enough” Dekarios would do for Tristan?

Ough I'm so late with this, thanks for the ask!! ✨

Alright, in the last one I mentioned what kind of present Tristan would give Gale, but of course he wouldn't leave it at that.

Over the course of roughly the week leading up to Gale's birthday, Tristan would pay close attention to his mood, and depending whether he was more in the mood for something lowkey and calm, or a big party, he'd surprise him with one of two options:

A romantic dinner, just the two of them, either in Gale's tower, or some beautiful, semi-remote location outdoors. Since I headcanon Gale to be an autumn child, he'd make the final decision dependent on the weather. If it was raining or storming too heavily, he'd keep it inside, but if the weather was nice, he'd absolutely make it a picnic. Candlelight, enchanted instruments to play Gale's favourite music, and a lovingly cooked meal, ideally under a canopy of stars. Slow dancing, intimate conversations, and most definitely another lesson in magic, because Tristan loves nothing more than to see how Gale's eyes lighten up when he gets to teach him some of the craft he loves so much.

An evening of merrymaking at the Yawning Portal with as many of Gale's friends as Tristan could possibly gather. Laughing, drinking, dancing - inevitably also on the tables as the night progresses - and just forgetting about the seriousness of life for a while. There'd be great food there too, and Gale would get the chance to gush and brag about all the adventures they'd experienced together. Tristan would consider it a successful evening if he had to carry home a passed out wizard in the middle of the night.

Now, what would Gale do for Tristan's birthday?

We all agree that he'd want to absolutely impress his partner, and he'd most definitely use his magic to do so. But especially for an occasion like a birthday, he wouldn't just put on some random show, but tailor the experience to his lover's wishes entirely.

In Tristan's case, the solution isn't too hard to find out. The thing he loves the most - except Gale - is the ocean. Ever since he was a kid, it's been his favourite fantasy to visit the underwater kingdoms he's heard and read about in fairytales, and it always made him sad to know that it'd never be possible. But now he has a magnificently magical lover, and he'll immediately make plans to make this very fantasy a reality. Not an illusion this time, no, only the real experience will be good enough for the love of Gale's life. He'll spend weeks, maybe even months, planning how exactly he wants to do it, and researching and practicing the spells he'll need for it.

Once the day is there, he'll take him to the beach, and just as Tristan thinks they'll simply spend a lovely day enjoying the sun and the sea and each other, Gale casts a spell on the both of them, turning their legs into beautiful fish tails, and granting them the ability to breathe underwater.

"I can't promise you kingdoms," he tells him, "But I hope this will be a journey you'll never forget."

#Tristan responds #dekariosclan #Tristan Trevelyan #Gale Dekarios #Oceanweave #I wanted to write some more but my brain pooped out #I can't decide whether or not Gale would conjure illusions of underwater cities #or if he'd just take him on a dive through a coral reef or something #But it wouldn't matter to Tristan #He'd just be overjoyed to get to do this at all and have it be real

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buntchugley · 4 months

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taking care

The Blade of Frontiers had faced many challenges and weathered many storms in his years protecting the people of the Sword Coast. No longer standing alone is a strange adjustment to make.

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g rated, wyll ravengard/male tav wyll gets sick and is taken care of no matter how much he tries to be a big damn hero about it

For a moment, once the battle had ended, Wyll swayed, swaggering but not following, in wooziness and relief that the battle was over. Despite himself, he startled slightly when a large hand gently touched his elbow - it was unsettling, knowing there were people in his life now able to see his moments of weakness. All the more reason to dedicate himself completely to the task, making sure he stood strong in the face of their mission.

It took a few beats for him to realize his companion was talking to him while he had simply stood there, trying not to fall over. He turned, finally, looking up at the half-elf who was searching his face with a worried expression.

"Ah, is everyone alright?" Wyll asked, hoping his lapse of attention wasn't as noticeable as it felt. His head throbbed, and the dizziness threatened to make him drop.

"Everyone except you, I believe."

"Nonsense. I'm fine, I just... might need a moment -"

Wyll extricated himself from Riose's grip with less elegance than he'd hoped, but managed to sit on a nearby log in a way that didn't resemble a fall too badly. Despite his determination to keep a straight face, he rubbed his temples in a futile attempt to dispel the mounting pain.

"No, something's definitely wrong. Was there poison? Shadowheart?"

Wyll tried to shake his head, but the movement set off a wave of nausea, forcing him to refocus his efforts on his breathing. Doubled over, heel of his palm buried into his temples, he was aware of Riose and Shadowheart standing over him. After an indeterminable amount of time that felt like hours, Shadowheart hummed in disapproval.

"No, there's no poison. I believe he's simply sick."

Something he was trying to tell them himself, if they'd listen. Give him a short rest and he'd be right as rain again. He'd say so, if his tongue didn't feel so heavy in his mouth.

"Is there anything you can do?"

"Healing isn't exactly what I'd call my specialty. Had he spoken to me about this sooner, perhaps, but at this point I'm afraid he'll have to just wait it out."

Riose stepped away, clearly intending to cut their day short and set up camp, something they absolutely did not have time for - there were people in need who couldn't wait just for them to play nursemaid. But Wyll found he didn't have the strength to argue when Riose returned to lead him to his tent. The entire afternoon and a whole night of rest, and no doubt he'd have shaken off this unfortunate sickness and would be back with a vengeance in the morning.

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Wyll had no memory of getting in his bedroll, and for a moment it was hard to remember anything beyond blurry memories of the past few weeks' ordeals. He blinked up at the top of his tent, willing himself to sit up but unable to muster the effort. Instead he just gripped his blanket, torn between whether to bury himself in it or kick it away, shivering with the cold even as he felt the sweat on his forehead.

He hadn't been this sick in years.

The decision was forestalled by Riose tentatively peeking into his tent. The man's face lit up when he saw Wyll awake, and he gingerly ducked into the tent, immediately dwarfing the space with his height. Begrudgingly, he managed to sit up, ignoring the wave of dizziness and constricting feeling in his head as he did so.

"There you are," he said, and held out a flask with a smile. "Drink something?"

Gratefully, he took it, downing it quicker than was probably wise. Wyll sighed in relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a hand that was definitely not shaking, and hoped his smile was more convincing than he felt.

"Much obliged, love. I'm sorry about yesterday, but I'm feeling better this morning."

Riose smiled, but looked apologetic.

"I'm afraid it's nearly sunset."

Gods, how had he wasted them so much time? He began to stand, but was stopped by Riose's frantic gesturing.

"Come on now, none of that. The day's already over. Rest. I'll get you some soup, if you feel up to eating? I even made Gale include some vegetables for a change."

As he spoke, Riose grabbed some cushions that Wyll hadn't noticed had made their way to his tent, and offered them to him, which he used to prop himself up.

"Truly, I can manage -"

He didn't expect the look of sadness in those pale eyes at his protest. With a quiet bit of chanting, the wizard summoned a cool cloth, reaching out to wipe his forehead, and despite his conviction Wyll leaned into the touch.

"Yes, I'm sure you can. But maybe you shouldn't have to. Let me help you. Goddess knows you've been helping us."

That's not the same, he nearly says, but stops himself.

"You'll make yourself sick," is what he says instead.

But he takes the cloth in his own hands, lays the soothing chill of it along the back of his neck, and lets himself lean back. Riose smiles wide at him, and he supposes it's hypocrisy to think that the man looks just so painfully earnest as he stands to exit the tent and retrieve some food.

"No I won't," he retorts over his shoulder as he goes. "I have no qualms bothering our dear cleric before I drop."

#alt title: No Ill Wyll. bc. puns #bg3 #my writing #wyll ravengard #oc: riose

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slushie5544 · 1 year

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A night in the Rerto Bird Club

So I'm gonna lie, this was a random idea I had literally yesterday after I watched a bunch of 70s music videos! I also tried to make this a challenge where I don't have any dialogue (Minus the lyric quotes). I also based Groove's dance off John Travolata's dance scene from Saturday Night Fever. This is after ahit events where the two director's are finally more focused on their hobbies/passions rather than trying to fight for a trophy every year.

Words: 3,321

Characters: Dj Grooves, the Conductor, and mentions of other ahit characters, but not much..

Summary: Not paying attention to the weather warnings, the Conductor finds himself stranded in a storm and needs to seek shelter, but when he finds himself stuck in a bar club He tries to make the best of the situation until a certain penguin arrived on the scene.

The Conductor was described as many things depending on who you asked: short-tempered, unusual, old-fashioned, and even terrifying according to the many Express Owls, but there was one thing everyone could agree on unanimously, he was one of the most stubborn birds anyone could meet. With his love and passion for his Express Train being one of his top priorities, it was no surprise he refused to leave his post at the train station despite multiple storm warnings having been announced. And sure the clouds that morning were a bit darker than usual and the wind nearly blew off his hat a couple of times, but he didn’t let that stop him! He had a train to attend! If these storm warnings were true then he had to make sure his baby was locked up securely for the worst.

By the time he had gotten to the central station, droplets of water were falling from the sky and his ears twitched at the faint sound of thunder in the distance. Maybe the storm was just going to pass over, it was still quite nice out despite the wind and cold rain, that’s what he kept trying to tell himself at least. He entered the building through a revolving door and expected at least some type of line of passengers, but instead, the station was barren. Not even one other creature was there besides the Conductor. Jazz music from the speakers above and the only other sounds that could be heard were the sounds of raindrops hitting the window ceiling and a pesky cricket that no one could ever find. His gaze turned to the queue board that was above the check-in, not a single station had someone waiting. Looking up at the post clock in the center of the station he took his pocket watch from his vest to compare the times. He was on time, just as he had always been for years. Did everyone really believe the storm was going to be that bad?

A scoff left the owl’s beak as he put his watch away and shook his head. He wasn’t going to let some pesky rain scare him from work! If he didn’t have any rides for the day, then he would just do maintenance on his train while he had the opportunity. There was always something to do and it didn't matter what it was, the owl needed to busy himself or his day was all for nothing! Even on his days off he was usually spending time with his grandchildren, who while sure were always a treat to spend time with, they were more than a handful for anyone to take care of for more than a few hours. The sound of wind whistling past the revolving doors made the Conductor’s ears perk up and turn around, then the roar of thunder made him jump with a hoot; maybe he'll just make today a half day!

After it seemed the rain wasn't going to let up any time soon the owl locked up the station doors and traversed his way back home. Unfortunately, he never realized how far he actually lived from his work until now as he fought against the powerful wind to keep standing. He hadn’t even brought an umbrella with him, so the added weight of his drenched feathers only made the fight against the elements even more difficult. Another clash of thunder was heard and the rain only became more excessive. He needed to find shelter, his home was still quite a ways to go and there was no way he was going to make it back to the station in this storm. The streets were becoming flooded as little to no cars drove by and most buildings had been closed for the day. A curse left the owl’s beak as he shivered and rubbed his arms; a flash of lightning only made his ears flatten as he awaited for the roll of thunder to follow.

He had kept walking for only another block when his ears twitched upwards, the sound of music could be heard from an alleyway. Turning to look over, said the narrow road had only two street lights that barely illuminated the streets, the only other light source the Conductor looked could spot was the small neon sign above a door.

“The Retro Bird Dine and Bar!!”

Taking one last look at the main road, he hoped to see any type of car to possibly wave down, or another establishment to take refuge. Sadly the only thing the owl could see was the dense fog that made it impossible to see anything past a couple of feet in front of him. A flash of lightning lit the sky which was quickly pursued by a roar of thunder was what made the Conductor let out a hoot as he dashed for the door. Getting closer, he could see lights flashing from the cracks of the door and the muffled sounds of music could be heard from the other side.

As he opened the door he was greeted by a sight he had to process for a minute. Various creatures danced together with colorful strobe lights flashing red, blue, and yellow as the sounds of disco music played throughout the club. There were moon penguins, express owls, mafia members, even the klepto cats were grooving with the beat of the music.

“You should be dancing, yeah~! Dancing, yeah~!!”

Many of the dancing members sang along to the funky music as they cheered excitedly seeing others show off their dance moves. The conductor on the other hand simply grumbled and walked past the dancefloor to make his towards the place he came here for! The bar was run by a mafia member who was wiping down a glass while eyeing the yellow bird sitting before him. The two exchanged brief greetings, but overall the Conductor was in no mood for the formalities and after only two sentences in he ordered for two drinks of scotch. His head was pounding from the music, and the flashing lights gave him a headache. A couple of drinks was sure to calm him from the crappy day today. He was only to get a couple of drinks though! Nothing more!

It was by his fifth drink that the bartender had decided the Owl needed a break from the bar and perhaps he should try some of their carp-related food options. However, he wasn’t hungry, instead, he was more concentrated on the lyrics of the song playing. His head rested on his arms that were folded atop the bar as the music continued. One of his feet even tapped along with the beat while one of his claws tapped along with the singing. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard this song and hearing it now on the speakers brought back memories he hadn’t thought about for nearly twenty years.

“I’m still standin’, even after all this time! Pinkin’ up the pieces of my life without you on my mind.”

His ears perked up as he nodded his head slightly to the end of the song and was actually smiling as he remembered the first time he heard the song and took the lyrics to heart with his family. Sadly, in his mildly inebriated state just remembering those creatures he had to call family made the owl frown. He loved his daughter and would do anything for his grandchildren, but he would rather be completely hammered than have the others float through his mind. So he did the only thing he could think of in a situation like this. He needed more drinks!

He was only really able to down half a glass when the sound of a scratching record made the entire club go silent and he set the cup down, however, he kept his back turned to the dancefloor still. Murmurs and gasps were heard throughout the crowd at first, but a voice from the speakers made the Conductor’s ears flatten and his clawed hands clench the glass even tighter as he brought the rest of his drink to his beak. He kept his back still to the crowd as he refused to look at who was speaking, he then ordered another drink, but the mafia employee had been hesitant at this point noticing the shift in attitude. Though who was he to stop a customer from giving him more pons? So with that, the Conductor was now only his seventh drink of the night.

Throughout the announcement, the owl could only focus on how annoyingly smooth the penguin’s voice was. He spoke of how the storm was still raging outside, but for everyone to enjoy their time at the club with courtesy water and snacks that didn’t need to be cooked. With that, the music started up again and the crowd cheered and continued on dancing.

“See how the sun shines brightly in the city, on the streets where once was a pity-”

What a joke! Of course, this was the one club where that obnoxiously charming DJ had to be! There was no way in hell the Conductor was going to stick around any longer. He stumbled off of the bar stool he had been sitting on and miraculously made his way to the entrance/exit. Unfortunately, when he attempted to open the door a gust of wind simply slammed it back shut. He tried again, this time with most of his body being used to push the door open. It wouldn’t budge, and the Conductor was now sitting with his back against the door out of breath. Guess he didn’t have a choice and was stuck in here until this storm died down.

More cheering and shouting had finally convinced the Conductor to investigate the dancefloor that he had been trying to avoid, guess if he was stuck in this stuffy room he might as well see what the huge fuss was about this time. He used the wall behind him to balance himself back onto his feet as he stumbled over the crowd. Trying to swim through the crowd had been almost as difficult as trying to walk outside as he was pushed and shoved by numerous animals and humans jumping around as they hyped each other up. The pushing and shoving added to his double and spinning vision made the poor owl feel as if he was going to be sick right there. Looking back and forth the Conductor realized he was lost, he had no idea which way was the way out of the audience and his heart started to race. The blasting music and the hollering of everyone made him close his eyes and cover his ears as he tried to walk forward hoping to get out of this dreaded crowd.

Very few members had moved out of the way as the Conductor tried to shove and push past them, some even tried to get his attention. But, he was solely focused on getting out here now. Storm be damned, he’ll blow that door up if it meant he could get out of this claustrophobic death trap of a club! With his eyes barely open at this point he kept them glued to the floor, but he might as well have had his eyes shut still as he tripped over someone’s foot. The fall felt as if he was in slow-motion. The ground was getting closer and his body was weightless for just a second with the blaring music becoming muffled for that split moment.

When he blinked and opened his eyes again his face had landed on the colorfully lit dance floor where it seemed the crowd had left some room, he finally made it to the center of it all. He vaguely remembered a hooded dweller helping him back up and likely asking if he was ok, but the Conductor waved them off. His attention was more focused on what he was watching, or specifically WHO he was watching.

“Dance, dance! Boogie Wonderland! Dance-!”

There he was, the most annoying and charismatic penguin to live: DJ Grooves. However, instead of turning back in disgust, the owl could only watch along with the crowd as the glimmering penguin danced with the music. He wore a golden holographic long-sleeve shirt that was unbuttoned from the top which seemed to fit him perfectly as it never once slipped when he stretched his arms out pointing upwards with his hips being thrown in the opposite direction, when he switched sides he tapped his foot and proceeded to laugh hearing everyone cheer him on. He leaned back slightly with a knee pointed forward as he pointed randomly into the crowd and thrust with the beat.

What the penguin didn’t know was the direction he had been pointing at happened to be where the Conductor was standing, said owl felt his face burn from the scene, but he couldn’t stop watching. Maybe it was from the alcohol, or maybe it was from the fall and now he had a concussion, but he was mesmerized by the way the DJ danced among the crowd. His mouth was agape by the next move as the penguin shuffled through the middle of the dance floor only to stop and turn as he jumped with a few spins then ran through the center and slid to a stop on his knees.

“I find romance when I start to dance in, Boogie Wonderland~ All the love in the world can’t be gone-”

This was dangerous, he needed to get out of this crowd before he did something he might regret! Turning around the Conductor attempted to push back into the sea, but after only being surrounded and pushed around for a minute he was back to the center of the floor. This time he was even closer to the dancefloor where Grooves was shuffling around gracefully on his platformed shoes. It was a marvel how the penguin could even stand in those let alone dance with the amount of energy he was giving. It almost reminded him of when he was just a bit younger and was able to pull off the moves his rival was showing off.

That was it, that damn showoff was trying to rile the owl up, the way he flaunted his tailfeathers as he lowered his glasses and winked to some of the crowd members. The Conductor felt the heat in his face spread to his neck as he clenched his clawed fist together close to his chest with his heart feeling as if it was going to jump out any second. He didn’t remember when he had started nodding his head to the music but by the end of the song, everyone including himself was clapping for the DJ who gave a bow and took a swig of water from a bottle that had been tossed in his direction. He thanked the audience and even blew a few kisses to some of the members, but something seemed to change in the penguin when his gaze fell upon the Conductor. At that same moment, the lights dimmed and the song had changed to one more funky.

“Cause there’s music in the air and lots of lovin’ everywhere, so give me the night. Alright, Tonight~!”

The crowd had finally dispersed as everyone was trying to find a partner to dance with to the new song. As for the owl though he was still trying to get past the crowd of creatures and people, no matter what direction he looked there was still no way out of this cluster. The music became background noise for the owl as he felt his breath become erratic, the flashing lights were becoming overwhelming and if he got pushed one more damn time someone was going to lose a damn arm! The feeling of nausea was coming back to the owl, but he tried to fight off the gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach. Being in the storm sounded like paradise compared to this hell!

In his panicked frenzy, the Conductor hadn’t even noticed as a blue flipper grabbed a hold of his arm until he was being pulled in a direction. He couldn’t even fight off the other as he simply closed his eyes with his head low trying to concentrate on not being sick. In just a matter of minutes, the owl was free from the cluster and he simply hunched over holding his knees to catch his breath. He noticed a bottle of water had been offered to him, thanking the other he took the bottle without looking at the individual and took some swigs of the refreshing drink.

Once he was at least able to breathe and knew he was able to keep his vomit down the owl looked up at the one who had assisted him. His ears flattened to his head and his hands clenched the bottle even tighter. The pompous yet dazzling penguin waved and asked if he was ok now, but the Conductor couldn’t find the right words. His glasses had been raised and rested on his head which was a rare sight as the moon penguins were known to have sensitive eyes and had to wear their sunglasses to protect them from bright lights. Though with the dim lights of the club and now away from the brightly lit dance floor, it gave him an excuse to take them off.

“-And if you feel alright, then we can be lovers’ cause I see that starlight look in your eyes~ ! Don’t you know we can fly?”

He had never noticed before but now that the older bird was this close to the penguin he noticed the blue and grey color of his eyes shined the lights almost like they had literal stars in them. The Conductor thought he heard the penguin ask him a question, but he couldn’t hear it. In fact, he couldn’t hear anything other than the music that was playing. He set the bottle down on the counter and stepped over to the disco penguin who raised an eyebrow at the owl.

“And if we stay together, we’ll feel the rhythm of the evening taking us up high~ Never mind the weather, we'll be dancing in the street until the morning light~!”

The Conductor wasn’t sure if it was a mixture of alcohol and panic attacks tonight mixed with the fall he had earlier, but neither party was prepared for his next move as he threw himself at the penguin and crashed their beaks together. Thankfully for the both of them, Grooves was much bigger and was able to keep himself up with the other in his arms. However, that didn’t mean he hadn’t stumbled back slightly from the sudden force against him. His clawed hands were gentle to touch the penguin’s face as he broke apart and looked him in the eyes with their beaks still close together. The other’s eyes were wide and his breathing was slightly hitched, but the Conductor paid no mind as he rested his head on the shoulder of the other bird and closed his own eyes. The last thing he remembered was the soothing feeling of someone rubbing his back as he drifted in and out of consciousness

The rest of the night was a blur for the owl, when he woke up the next morning he was in his bed at home, but he couldn’t remember how he had gotten there. Looking to his side a folded piece of paper was placed on his bedside table. When he read it his feathers rose and a familiar feeling of heat engulfed him from his head to his neck.

“You're always welcome to my parties darling, though maybe next time you'd be more comfortable with a meeting in a more comfortable crowd. Just give me a call when you're up for it, or you know where to find me darling~”

#ahit #ahit dj grooves #ahit conductor #ahit fanfic #the conductor #disco train #dj grooves #literally i spent two days writing this #i blame john travolta for inspiring me

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