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lovebugism · 2 months

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hello sweetheart, i read your prompt list and saw this one "hug?” “clingy, much?……” but hugs them anyway and my heart melted, i don't know if you already did this, but can we have something like that with our sweet but grumpy eddie? 🤍

ty for requesting! — eddie doesn't know why you're avoiding him (fluff, ditzy!reader, 0.9k)

Eddie lost sight of you ten minutes ago.

You were squished between Robin and Steve on the loveseat last he saw you, giggling into your solo cup while they belted Total Eclipse of the Heart to you — at you — over the music and in their best Muppet impressions.

He only remembers it so vividly ‘cause he was jealous. Not jealous because you were subjected to Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum’s drunken antics, of course, but jealous because you were with them. And so, so far away.

Now you’re gone, and he misses you like a stray dog — aggressive and hungry and hurt. He walks up to Steve in the kitchen just the same. Hair wild. Button eyes glittering. Slightly reluctant.

“Where’d she go?!” he shouts over the music, half-muffled into his drink. He uses the plastic cup like a shield ‘cause he doesn’t want people to know he’s missing you. The metalhead freak from the wrong side of town isn’t supposed to need the ball of sunshine from the suburbs.

But alas.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Steve slurs, half-distracted as he pours himself a drink. He doesn’t need Eddie to tell him who she is. There’s only one person in the whole world he’d go looking for. “She went outside with Robin, I think—”

Eddie spins on the worn heel of his sneaker before the words can properly leave his mouth. He ducks through the bustling, drunken crowd and finds you sitting lonesome on the porch outside. Prettier than the full moon and all the stars in the velvet black sky combined.

He walks to stand beside you, shoes thunking heavy on the wooden deck. You tilt your chin to smile brightly up at him while he slips a cig into his mouth. He cups the stick as he lights it. Pretends that’s what he came out here for. Not to see you, of course.

Definitely not.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” he mumbles beneath the cigarette in his mouth.

“Robin just left,” you answer plainly, half-shy.

“Why didn’t you come find me?” he asks with an air of nonchalance, still trying to play it cool. ‘Cause there’s nothing less metal than yearning.

You shrug. “‘Cause you were busy?”

It’s easier than telling him that you thought he wanted the space. Or that you actually spent the whole night aching to hang on his side — too scared of embarrassing him in front of all his friends to act on it.

You know who you are just like you know who he is. Bubblegum pink doesn’t always go well with black. It gets in your hair. Makes everything go all sticky. It’s an acquired taste you know Eddie’s still getting used to — too much of it, and his stomach will start to hurt. So you figure it’s best to keep your distance.

You just didn’t think he was as grieved by it all as you were.

Eddie scoffs. I’m never too busy for you, he wants to say. He might’ve if he wasn’t such a coward. Instead, he blows smoke from his lungs and jokes, “I wouldn’t call keeping Argyle from crowd-surfing in the living room busy, sweetheart.”

A laugh tumbles from his plush lips. The golden sound falls over your skin like stars. You smile absentmindedly back at him as you rise from the creaking rocking chair. You plant your feet ahead of his and smooth your palms beneath his leather jacket, over his warm sides.

Eddie meets your twinkling eyes with narrowed chocolate ones. “What?”

“Hug?” you ask in a mousy voice.

The boy laughs like he’s too cool for affection, though he’d be lying if he said your offer doesn’t have his chest sparkling something fierce. He flicks the cig to the ground — sheepish gaze going with it — before snuffing it out beneath his sneaker.

“Clingy much?” he scoffs.

You nod with a proud smile.

Eddie’s chest swirls with an unfamiliar feeling. You’re strangely brave about all this — affection and love and all things sweet enough to make him gag.

It makes him feel like he can feel brave, too.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you with all the intensity of someone wanting to swallow you whole. You hug him back just the same. “I missed you,” you murmur with your cheek squished against his chest.

“Then what’re you avoidin’ me for, huh?” he teases, chin bobbing against your head.

You pull slightly back to squint at him. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“You’ve been hangin’ out with Steve and Robin the whole night,” he grieves, hiding his sincerity behind boyish theatrics. With a feigned pout that feels totally real, he says, “And you didn’t even sit next to me when we played Never Have I Ever.”

“I thought you wanted the space,” you confess in a hushed voice.

His face screws up like he’s tasted something sour. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know…” you shrug. “You always talk about how much you like being alone and stuff, so—”

“Well, yeah! I like my space— just not from you!”

It’s likely the least metal thing he’s ever said.

“Oh,” you hum, mouth contorting into a sheepish beam. “Well… Sorry.”

“Yeah. You should be,” he scoffs, mostly joking. He pouts softly and pulls you back into him again, nosing at your hair until his chapped lips brush your temple. “Just don’t let it happen again, alright?”

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leonw4nter · 4 months

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Is It The Look In Your Eyes Or Is It This Dancing Juice?

Husband!DI!Leon x Reader

It’s 2002 and you’re deep in the Amazon rainforest on a mission called “Operation Javier” to track down a drug lord involved with bioterrorism. It was a cold and punishing night: pouring rain, winds that you swore could tear the roof from you and Leon’s shared tent, and the deafening cracks of thunder that followed after a bright flash of lightning. An unspoken pretense of being asleep lingered in the tent but you both knew that sleep seemed impossible to have that night.

“Can’t sleep?,” you softly ask first.

“You too?,” Leon asks back.

“Yeah,” you sigh. You shift in your sleeping bag, turning over to face Leon. He laid on his back, forearm on his forehead. Your gaze followed the veins in his arm, thinking to yourself that he would look breathtaking with a rolled-up dress shirt and maybe some gel to his pretty hair.

“You’re staring,” he says after some time.

“I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, right.”

You two fell back into comfortable silence, staring at the roof of the tent that shielded you both from the harsh elements. You remembered how you adored rainy nights like these back in Raccoon City, fondly reminiscing the soft pitter-patter of raindrops against your bedroom window. You wish you still had that fondness of rain to make your current predicament feel better, even for just a little bit.

“I used to own a walkman. I loved the hell out of that thing– took it to school, the park, church– everywhere basically,” he says. A fond chuckle leaves his lips and you close your eyes, relishing in how adorable he sounded.

“I only had five songs in it but I never got tired of each one. I listened to those songs on repeat no matter the mood. On nights like these, I fell asleep listening to the songs to drown out the thunder but the walkman’s lost now. I don’t know what happened, it’s gone now. I miss him,” he finally says. He finally turns over, looking at you with what seemed like a sliver of a smile on his slightly chapped lips.

“Seems like you really loved that thing.” “Yeah, could possibly qualify as my greatest love.”

“Greatest love? Big thing to say about it.”

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You proved to Leon that he’s wrong with his walkman being his greatest love because he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him ten years after this conversation. Now you’re on your shared bed in your shared home, surfing through eBay for walkmans from his time. You remembered how his blue irises served as a sky for the stars that shone when he talked about and you never thought his eyes could shine brightly for anything or anyone else but that’s where you’re wrong. After a few minutes of scrolling, you managed to find a walkman from the 80s in perfect condition and some tapes with songs you know he likes. With a few clicks, you placed the order and paid. Lucky for you, the order would arrive a day or two before his birthday. Smiling, you turn your laptop off and return it to your drawer. Leon was on the other side of the country, currently on a mission. Many times you have convinced Leon to lay back and retire but you both know that it’s easier said than done.

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“Hunnigan managed to get me a month-long vacation. I’m all yours for an entire month,” Leon says as he walks out of the shower, towel in hand to dry his brown locks.

“You deserve it, honey. How does a tropical getaway sound? Or would you prefer we stay at home instead,” you ask.

“I’m content with anywhere as long as it’s with you and you’re happy about it,” he says before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, his stubble tickling your skin.

You were about to say something when the doorbell rang, prompting Leon to temporarily stop drying his hair and turn his focus to the door. You excused yourself, skipping to the front door and only parting the door slightly so Leon wouldn’t see the package you got a week or two ago. You handed over the bills you were going to pay with and thanked the delivery man before walking back to Leon, the box behind your back.

“What was that for?,” Leon asked.

“Nothing,” you say as you fight back a giggle.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing to me,” Leon remarks.

“Seriously, it’s really nothing!”

“Fine. I’ll let this slide because I love you.”

“You’re the best!”

It was hard to hide the surprise from him not because he was actively trying to find out what it was but because he was home most of the time. It wasn’t like you could slip out of bed while he was sleeping and wrap his gift up, he’s a light sleeper and the crinkling of paper would wake him so the only solution you found was to send him on a grocery run. As soon as he left the door, you quickly took the walkman and the paper bag and began wrapping it. Since you still had time to spare, you decided to quickly draft a heartfelt birthday greeting and placed it inside the brown bag. Your gift was complete, ready to make Leon’s special day.

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Leon had opted for a simple get-together at home, along with Chris, Claire, Jill, Rebecca, and Hunnigan. Unlike the others, Leon didn’t touch a single glass of alcohol since he’s recovering from his drinking problem and instead settled on cakes and the pasta you made. He was coming into the kitchen for another slice of cake when you walked up from behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Happy birthday, big boy,” you softly say as you press your cheek into his firm back.

“Thanks honey, I really appreciate all this,” he says with sincerity as he turns around and hugs you back.

“Save that for when I’ll give you your gift” “Oh?”

You take the brown paper bag from where you’ve hidden it and give it to him. He looks to you, silently asking permission to open it up to which you nod. He tries to guess what you could’ve gotten him, saying whatever item comes to mind. “A shaving set? New wallet? Gift card?”

“Just open it up!,” you excitedly say.

“Alright, alright!”

He opens the bag up, his hand reaching until his hands feel something and pulls it back up. His eyes widen and he nearly drops the walkman due to his surprise. He stares at you, mouth parted as all the words get stuck in his throat.

“Honey! A walkman! Oh my God, thank you so much,” he happily says. He walks over to you, pulling you in for a rib-shattering hug and rocks you side to side. He pulls away and peppers your face with kisses before settling on your warm lips, a smile pressed against your own.

He spends the rest of the evening tinkering with the walkman, proudly showing your present off to everyone in the room. You decide to busy yourself with doing the dishes, giving Leon some time by himself to relish the fact that you helped him relive his childhood.

“I’m so lucky to have them in my life, Hunnigan, you don’t understand!,” you overhear, which prompts laughter from the guests.

NOTE - Happy New Year everyone! Hope everyone's feeling great, 2024 will be your year! I don't exactly like this work but I still hope you'll enjoy it 😭 I'm tempted to write another hockeyplayer!Leon fic since I'm currently having a brainrot over him and Russ Callaghan from Wildfire. I'm also planning to make a directory post to all my fics (maybe later). I might start to post less later this week because class is starting and I've got so much tests waiting for me (wish me luck!!) That's it and Happy New Year again!!!!!

The film dividers are from @saradika , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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alitheia-foxes · 1 year

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The Troublemaker

When we arrived at camp, we were told that we were the only ones who could see the truth around us. The instructors of the camp were satyrs and centaurs. That was not the craziest thing I had seen. Being in the actual world was a real nightmare. I had seen a minotaur in 5th grade. They sorted the campers into groups of which Greek or Roman god they might follow. I was put into Poseidon’s follower's cabin. I thought Athena and Artemis were the best Greek goddesses or gods. My cabin mates were all the boys who loved to go surfing and play beach volleyball and the girls were the ones who would always post on Instagram about their everyday life. I was the complete opposite. Books are my whole life. I could spend all day in a library. I tried to tell the camp directors they put me into the wrong cabin, but they insisted they don’t make mistakes. The boys from my camp are currently in the lake being total dorks. The girls are sitting on the beach trying to look pretty and whatnot. I'm surprised they aren’t in the cabin for Aphrodite’s followers. I am in a tree that is hanging over the water, reading all about the Greek gods and goddesses of course. If my calculations are correct and nobody spotted me climbing up here, the camp directors will notice I am gone in about 10 minutes. The chaos will give me enough time to figure out a way to break the forcefield keeping us in here. That is if the Artemis kid and Athena kid weren’t put on duty to track me, again. I do this once a week so I don’t exhaust all my hiding places Otherwise I’m sure I would have exhausted them all without knowing everything I know about that shield. Every night the satyrs do a musical number that reinforces the shield. If I was to go and destroy all the magical flutes the satyrs use, the shield will go down. I flipped to the area of the book I have bookmarked. I had cut out 20-50 pages of the book so I could hide my notebook in it. It really hurt to do that to my favourite book but, it had to be done to keep my notebook a secret.

“How could you have done that to such a precious book!”

I jump with a startle and look upwards to where the voice came from. I relax when I see the fear-stricken face of the Athena kid, Shaylan. To his left, I hear someone burst out in laughter. It was the Artemis kid, Makya.

“You have to admit Shaylan, it is a smart way to hide notebooks that would get you into a lot of trouble,” Makya pointed out after a few slaps from Shaylan for laughing. “ Besides Deyanira, we will give you a 10-second head start before we try to take that notebook away.”

“ You guys are so annoying,” I rolled my eyes at them before jumping down into the water with my book and notebook in hand. I can hear Shaylan’s terrified shrieks even this far underwater. when my head broke the surface I could hear the Poseidon boys cheering me on. I look up to see Makya jumping into the water after me, leaving the terrified Shaylan in the tree. Swimming to shore was my only option since the forcefield was right next to me. The only problem was avoiding Makya. He is a great swimmer, or at least way better than me. I don’t stand a chance in the water. His body hit the water and created the biggest splash everyone had seen all summer. I have to start swimming away. Now! I stop treading water and head straight for the shore. I had my books in my left hand, making my right arm do all the work. I have gone maybe 10 feet from where I first hit the water. I look behind me and Makya is nowhere to be seen. I go to start swimming again when I felt something grab my left leg.

“ Hey, don-” I am cut off by my whole body being dragged under. Makya has a firm grip on my leg and is dragging me farther down. I can’t kick his arm to loosen his grip, my right leg doesn’t reach. I can’t bend down to use my hand to free myself, I will get kicked. I can kick him in the stomach. He might drown if I do that. That would be a very low chance though. I have to act fast, I don’t know how much longer I can hold my breath and I'm running very low on oxygen. I’m kicking him. My right foot hit his stomach quite hard. I didn’t mean to kick him that hard. I will say sorry after he says sorry for trying to drown me. I resurface after about what felt like 10 seconds of swimming upward. I stayed there just breathing for 3 seconds before I feel him grab my right wrist.

“What? you can’t hold your breath that long?” Makya taunted the moment he surfaced.

“ Of course not!” Is he really asking if I can hold my breath like a whale? “We are humans! We don’t have that kind of lung capacity.” I can not believe this kid.

“ Well sure but, wouldn’t a follower of Poseidon have some kind of,” he paused to try and find the right words. I know this cause he isn’t the brightest kid out there. “Well, you know privilege in water?” There is no way he said that.

“You are dead after that statement.” I can feel myself shooting daggers with my eyes narrowed. I am being pulled below the surface once again before I could have lunged at him. He stopped dragging me about 10 feet below the surface. He lunges for my books. I have to swim to the right to dodge him. He whipped around and grabbed my favourite book before swimming towards the shore. He clearly didn’t notice that I took my notebook out of that book. That is why Makya and Shaylan stick together. Makya is the brawns and Shaylan is the brains. Come to think of it, Makya probably carried Shaylan up the tree. I laugh at the thought and make my way toward the shore. It takes me 12 minutes to get to the shore. Half the time of Makya. The tallest Poseidon boy handed me a baby blue towel from the Poseidon cabin. His name is Long if I remember correctly. I think i'm done going in the water this summer.

#greek mythology #poseidon #artemis #athena #greek gods #roman gods #centaur #satyr #Shaylan #Deyanira #Makya #aphrodite #oc

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wyrmhaven · 1 month

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Session #27

Sep 5th, 2023

Our group see a fish man sitting forlornly on a rock with more water creatures trying to talk to it Our group asks the creatures why the fish man is sad The creatures admit that they don't know They describe how the fish man, who is the Wave King, won 26 surfing championships Zoey wonders if they asked him what was wrong The creatures tell her that would be rude of them Zoey asks the Wave King anyways The Wave King replies in Aquan, and tells her that he doesn't feel any more drive He explains that he already has mastered the waves, and feels as though they've changed for the worse Doya asks if he can speak in Common The Wave King dries his lips, and speaks in raspy Common Doya offers to show him a challenge He asks if she is challenging him She agrees The Wave King accepts the challenge Dawn, Doya, Rin, and White go to rent surfboards Zoey uses the one Carmilla repaired The Wave King asks if they know how to surf Zoey admits that she does nit The Wave King demonstrates how to surf, and then asks that everyone line up for the competition A large wave crests, and the competitors ready themselves! SURF! Doya and Dawn start strong, the Wave King rides effortlessly, the others do not fare well White changes the timeline, Zoey gets better, Doya shreds, Rin is wet and cold, Dawn does well, the Wave King slips up and get serious, Camilla watches through Guillermo Doya waves at the beach, the Wave King tells her to Hang 10 instead VICTORY! The Wave King thanks the group for the challenge He admits that he didn't think land dwellers could surf Doya assures him that she's done this before The Wave King asks if there is surfing on land Doya tells him that it's called skateboarding The Wave King accepts that as a challenge and a new frontier to explore He dives beneath the waves, and returns with a large carved shell He explains that it can either be a surfboard or a shield depending on how it's used He tells the group that he needs to go research skateboarding now, and leaves White asks how Dawn is doing Dawn feels avenged She wants to dig another hole now though, and drags White along with her Carmilla is smacked by Asher, who wonders why Carmilla was staring at nothing vacantly Carmilla explains that she was watching the competition though Guillermo Asher asks why she didn't just walk over and watch Carmilla admits that she cannot swim Asher points out that the lizardman was selling floats Carmilla refuses, stating that people would laugh at her Asher counters that nobody would care Carmilla claims that the ocean might count as moving water, and that she cannot cross that Asher wonders why Carmilla didn't go over if anything to spend time with Zoey Carmilla tells her that Zoey can do things without her Asher tells Carmilla that she should have just gone over there to watch, and that Missing Peace was trying to talk to her while she was watching through Guillermo The two are interrupted when a random student gives Carmilla bracelets that say "Beach Hunk" Asher wonders what that was about Carmilla tries to explain her odd situation regarding Sunny and the gifts She then asks how to start a band Asher tells to just hang out with the people she wants to form a band with and play music Carmilla worries that Zoey would reject her if she tried Asher assures her that Zoey isn't mean like that Asher comments on the bracelets that Carmilla just got, and suggests that Carmilla be a beach hunk Carmilla doesn't know what that means Asher explains that Carmilla just try to impress Zoey Carmilla approaches Zoey, and offers to lift weights to impress her Zoey is confused, and asks where they'd get weights Carmilla asks Doya for weights Doya asks Greta for weights Greta doesn't have any, but asks Doya to join her for volleyball

Doya agrees, and recruits Zoey to balance out the teams Chad wagers a bet with Doya - if his team wins, they each get 5 free hotdogs Doya agrees on the condition that Chad has to eat 15 hot dogs in one sitting if he loses The two teams play, and Doya's team eventually wins Chad is furious Meanwhile, Rin goes to check on his brother and his friends Cecil looks majestic, while Rin's brother looks the exact opposite Rin's brother splashes Rin Rin explains that he was checking up on them since he invited them They assure him that they're doing fine, although one of them is not They gesture to Atticus, who is in the shade and complaining They talk to Rin about the room Rin's in, and about how bad the vibes are with it Rin assures them that it's not that bad, aside from the fact that the walls are all yellow Rin's brother jokes that Rin is comfortable with the color yellow since Rin peed the bed a lot when he was little Rin tackles his brother, and wrestles with him Cecil joins in, and ends up trying to drown him as a joke Genevieve mentions wanting to go get food Rin offers to escort, worried that someone will recognize her due to her fame Meanwhile, Dawn and White try to find a place to dig a hole They encounter a group of goblins with bandanas led by one with a pirate's hat White suggests that he and Dawn enlist them to help dig a hole He approaches, and hears the lead goblin proclaiming that they'll be rich The lead goblin goes on the defensive when White gets close, and tells White to not interfere with their treasure hunt White offers to help them The lead goblin explains that he had found a treasure map that led to this beach He assure White that he can read it White offers to double-check their work He realizes that the map was upside-down, and that they were at the wrong side of the beach The lead goblin claims that he was right, and that White is mistaken White asks how long they've been searching without results The other goblins admit that they've been digging for hours The lead goblin takes his crew, along with Dawn and White, to the other side of the beach As the crew digs, the lead goblin thanks White He asks White not to tell the crew about that though, since he needs strict discipline White suggests that the captain listen to the crew, or otherwise the captain risks a mutiny The captain pretends to know what a mutiny is The crew hit something hard with their shovels, and unearth a treasure chest! They open the chest, and see a bottle with cloth in it, a pair of bracelets, and a human femur The goblins toss out the contents, push the chest to sea, and hop in The captain proclaims his name as Captain Swaggo of The Shampoo as the goblins sail the chest out to see Dawn and White, who are joined by Carmilla and Zoey, examine the contents of the chest White pulls the cloth out of the bottle, and finds that it is a lot larger than he thought He also finds a note saying "Billow" He thinks that it is a Cloak of Billowing, and puts it on Dawn When Dawn says the command word, she is flung into the air over the ocean She swims back, and tells White that was fun White and Zoey also take a turn getting flung into the ocean Zoey identifies the bone as humanoid Dawn is horrified Carmilla is intrigued The group look over the bracelets, and realize they're valuable

Chad and Doya go to the grill for Chad's punishment He asks why Doya brought a grill Doya explains that she wanted to do something nice Chad confirms that the hot-dogs are free, and begins eating He only manages to down a few, before fleeing to throw up Pain explains that he put Devil Fruit Sauce (which is 7 out of 9 on the Hell Spite rating) on the hot dogs Rin succumbs to the hunger, and finishes the hot dogs Chad didn't eat Zoey goes to hang out with the Angels They ask how she's liking it Zoey admits that the beach is rather weird The Angels agree, and tell her that they preferred it when it was just them They explain that they would occasionally visit the beach on weekends Angelika challenges Zoey so a swimming race Zoey agrees, and promptly loses When she returns to the shore, she notices her hat wandering off She goes to catch it, and accidentally stumbles into a volleyball game Angelika intervenes, and scolds the players for endangering Zoey She spikes the volleyball directly into Javenesh The Angels suggest that they play volleyball with Zoey, and that Zoey go ask Carmilla to play Zoey goes to ask Carmilla Carmilla refuses, and suggests she ask Doya Doya agrees The Angels point out that a 4v1 against Doya would be unfair Rin accidentally volunteers to play Doya recruits Chad and Max to play When Chad complains, Doya points out that he help her Angelika announces to the entire beach that they're about to play The two teams share in some pre-game banter Zoey gets aggressive The game begins! Anjarika has a smoke mephit secretly help her Angelique doesn't really try Angelika flies to score the final point The rest of the students try their best Team A2Z wins! Chadriz tells Doya to get up Doya comments that it was unfair that Angelika had wings Carmilla points out that Doya has wings too Chad accuses Doya of throwing the game White suggests that the Angels have been practicing for this The group look over the pictures that Carmilla took during the game Doya offers one as a gift to Chad Zoey joins them in looking at the pictures Carmilla points out that Zoey should have played on Doya's team Zoey responds that The Angels insisted on a 4v4 Zoey then goes to Max, and apologizes for calling him short during the pre-game banter Max tells her about Wonder Chicken, who he claims is a miniature dire chicken He describes how he saved it from the family farm's chopping block Angelika and Angelique say goodbye to Zoey Doya takes the opportunity to say goodbye to Anji alone Doya is flustered, and offers her juice She notices the mephit, and asks about it Anji explains that it is her familiar, and that she doesn't know her leg Doya notices Anji's leg boiling the ocean water, and comments on it Anji is weirded out Doya then goes to speak to Pain, and apologizes for not hanging out with him more Pain is okay with, since he hates beaches anyways Doya offers to go somewhere Pain would like White spends some time with Egao and Haru As the students return to their home, they reflect on the time they had Days pass, and so does Summer Break Towards the end of Summer Break, Carmilla spends some time at Doya's place Doya's mom makes sure Carmilla is properly boring as Doya claimed Zoey spends some time in the Elemental Plane of Fire with the Angels, Before that happens though, Light Day arrives in Lux Concordia The group meet up at Rin's place with the lamps they bought Carmilla hears a knock at the door, and only sees shadow from beyond it She invites it in, and Dean Kol appears inside! The group go to the roof, and watch as the lights of Lux Concordia sparkle like fireworks The lights go out, and the sky is lit up again as the celebrants of the holiday release their lamps The lamps hit the ward, and the ward reignites with light! Doya takes a picture of the group

#sessions #27 #dnd #strixhaven

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rodgersogle52 · 3 months

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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Home for Christmas

This is my first entry for the wonderful @navybrat817, @stargazingfangirl18, and @donutloverxo’s Happy Hoelidays Challenge!

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Black!Reader (Fem)

Summary: You got screwed this holiday season. Thankfully, someone decided to give you a break.

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Word Count: 2,211

Warning: Unprotected Smut (wrap it before you tap it!), Oral (f and m receiving), Fluff, Angst, Talks of Anxiety

A/N: Not gonna lie, I feel a little intimidated by all of the amazing writers participating. So let me throw my hat into the ring, so to speak. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Check them out!

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“You have until the end of the month.”

“Okay, thanks.” You could barely keep your voice together you were so distraught.

You lost your job and your apartment all in the same week. You had used up most of your savings paying your grandmother’s medical bills. Your anxiety had gone through the roof since you got the pink slip yesterday. Now, six weeks till Christmas, you have to ask (beg) your friends if you can couch surf until you can get back on your feet.

You told your therapist that your anxiety had spiked to uncomfortable levels. You could barely sleep at night and you’ve had trouble concentrating on simple tasks. It felt like the world was closing in and you were helpless to stop it.

You hoped that something would give.

Bucky was coming back from an outing with Sam when he spotted you fumbling with your keys with tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Startled, you swiveled your head, “Oh Bucky! How are you?”

“I’m fine. So, do you want to talk?”

Your lower lip quivered and the dam broke,” I lost my job yesterday, all my savings went to my aunt’s medical bills, and my landlord said I have to leave at end of the month!” you sobbed as Bucky pulled you in for a hug.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Bucky cooed as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“It’s not, but thanks.” you choked out trying to compose yourself.

It would seem that fate thought it right to mock him today. Brock got another compliment for his work and the love of his life was about to be on the streets.

Though Bucky shouldn’t be surprised that you knew next to nothing about his feelings with him being too cowardly to tell you. They first came ten months ago at a get-together Sam roped him into attending. He was enraptured by your kindness and sharp wit, plus it didn’t hurt that you were breathtakingly beautiful and your cookies were heavenly. The two of you quickly became friends going to movies, museums, and adult arcades. You were exceedingly kind and understanding even when Bucky showed you his prosthetic arm.

He wanted to go further, but he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with you.

Though, maybe…

“I was wondering, would you like to stay at my apartment ‘til you get back on your feet? It has three bedrooms and two bathrooms so you won’t be ‘invading or unwelcome’. I know you’re thinking about it.”

“But what about the re-”

“No. It’s fine. You said it yourself. You need to rest and regroup.” He was going to be fine, he was the CTO of SHIELD Inc. Both Steve and Sam have stated that he should move to a condo or a penthouse, but he’s glad that he never listened.

You nodded your head and sighed,” Okay.”

Bucky grinned, “Good. Though it’s not for free. Your payment will be in your ‘out of this world’ cooking.”

You giggled, “It’s a deal!”

You moved in three days later. It was delightful to not have the threat of financial instability peering over your shoulder.

It didn’t take long for you to settle into a routine. You woke up around 7 AM, did some exercises and meditation, made breakfast, had a nice conversation w/Bucky, did some job searching, researched different recipes to try out, baked some desserts for Bucky to share with his team, cook dinner, had a nice chat w/Bucky over dinner and wine, and Bucky would do clean up with a movie.

Both Bucky and your therapist noticed your dramatic increase in your mental and emotional health.

Your aunt noticed how serene you looked when finally had the chance to visit her. She also teased you about Bucky and how cute the two of you would look.

You deflected your aunt in good jest, but she was not wrong. You had started to see Bucky in a new light. He was devastatingly handsome, sexy even. He was tall (6’3” / 1.9m), broad shoulders and muscular arms that you always loved to be enveloped in, eyes like the Mediterranean after a storm, luxurious dark Chestnut brown that was delightful to the touch, and a soft, protruding belly that was perfect for cuddling (though Bucky was insecure about it though). He was your own giant teddy bear who you would love to love (and fuck).

Maybe the two of you could be something more.

“You have to tell her, Buck.”

Bucky groaned internally at yet another one of Steve’s interventions. He hasn’t been able to focus at work since you’ve moved in with him. Sam was constantly calling him out on it, and now Steve has weighed in on the issue.

“C’mon, you need to let her know how you feel. Otherwise, you’re taking advantage of her spectacular cooking and baking skills.” Sam exclaimed while biting into a Levain Style Toffee Crunch Cookie.

Bucky knew that he should say something. He was planning on telling you on Christmas Eve about the gift he bought you last week.

Now, all he needed was courage.

“She probably feels the same way, Bucky. There’s no way she would’ve stayed with you this long if she didn’t like you.” Sam added while going for his third Salted Caramel Brownie.

“I know. It’s just that she deserves someone better.”

Steve scoffed, “For fuck’s sake, man! You are smart, caring, and funny! Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You have a lot to offer!”

Bucky gave Steve a smile, “Thanks, Stevie.”

“Sure. Now move over, I want some of those brownies.”

Christmas Eve dinner was going well.

You were able to visit your aunt two days prior to which she teased you about Bucky yet again. You didn’t dare to bring up the sex dreams and times you masturbated in the shower wishing it was Bucky giving you such sensations.

You were biting into your teriyaki-glazed salmon when Bucky cleared his throat, “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I’ve been such a coward,” Bucky uttered.

You put down your utensils, “Bucky-”

“No. I-I love you.”

What?

“I’ve loved you since that get together ten months ago,” You smiled at the memory,” I saw this kind, funny, beautiful woman who was amazing and was willing to put up with a loser like me. I know that I’m not in your league-”

You stood up,” Bucky, you’re not a coward and you’re not a loser. You have been nothing but kind and understanding this last few weeks. You let me stay with you when I was barely hanging on financially. You’ve respected my space without expecting anything in return. I know I’m not the best roommate, but-”

You were cut off by Bucky enveloping you in a tight hug, “Thank you,” he breathed.

Glancing up at him, you whispered, “I love you too.”

Bucky gathered his courage and captured your lips in a searing kiss. The kiss sent a bolt of electricity throughout your body. After a few moments, you pulled away and licked your lips in excitement.

“May I kiss you again?”

“Please.”

The two of you were a tangled mess of limbs once you reached his bedroom. Bucky ripped off your top and chuckled at your attempt to cover yourself,” You have nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

You backed onto the bed with a grin, unable to hide your giddiness as Bucky’s eyes darkened with lust and the look on his face was not unlike that of an apex predator.

Bucky took things slow, wanting to savor this moment. He worked you from top to bottom at an agonizingly slow pace. Soft, open-mouthed kisses marked his path smirking in pride at the sound of your moaning and squirming with each caress.

“Bucky please,” you begged as Bucky made his way to your chest.

Bucky tutted in response, “Let me adore you, love,” as he covered your breasts with hickeys, pinching and sucking your nipples, relishing the sounds of your moaning and mewling. He smirked at your praises as he made his way to your stomach.

He made sure to give your midsection extra love and care, “Utter perfection,” Bucky murmured as he kissed a stretch mark near your hipbone. Your heart soared at the declaration. You’ve never had a partner who complimented you let alone give you the time of day let alone a partner who actually put your needs first.

And in such a delicious manner.

Bucky was about to go in on your thighs when you stopped him,” Please, let me,” you panted as you got off the bed and undid his belt. You bit your lower lip once you got back his boxers.

He was a lot bigger than you thought.

“You sure about this, doll?” Bucky asked amusedly taking in your raised eyebrows and a sly grin.

Nodding eagerly, you laid your head in his awaiting lap and gave his dick an open-mouthed kiss followed by a long, slow lick to his weeping tip.

You were careful not to go too deep, not wanting a repeat of that one Spring Break. “Fuck, doll,” Bucky praised as you worked his dick like a lollipop. You alternated between playing with his balls and sucking on what you could fit in your mouth.

Bucky bellowed when you lightly scraped him with your teeth. He never thought that someone like you would give him the time of day. Ever since Bucky left the Army, it seemed that no one would even look at him, even before they knew about the prosthetic left arm. He was about to give up all hope of finding anyone who accepts him when you came into his life. You were his light, but you were not afraid to be imperfect. He could be vulnerable with you in a way that he has never been with anyone, even Stevie.

You continued your ministrations for a couple more minutes until Bucky gently tugged your hair, “Sorry doll, I won’t make it if keep workin’ me like this, and I want to give you my first gift this evening.”

You pouted but relented as Bucky motioned you back to the bed. You parted your legs and moaned when Bucky gave your slit a long, slow lick after kissing and nipping your inner thighs.

“Better than any baked good. Fuck! I could get addicted to this!” You giggled at the statement loving the praise.

Bucky attacked your folds with a masterfully executed battle plan. He switched between licking and sucking your clit with insane precision, scissoring your folds with his thick fingers (sometimes metal ones), and playing with your juices.

You were on Cloud Nine. Each of his movements sent wave after wave of euphoria throughout your body. Bucky’s tongue and fingers made your hair stand on end and bolts of electricity shot through your veins and danced along your skin. You grabbed a fistful of his luxurious hair and arched your back towards him.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Bucky rumbled.

The dam broke.

“Bucky!” you shouted as Bucky lapped up your juices and crawled up to caress your face.

“You sure you want this, doll?” Bucky asked.

“Please Bucky,” You begged as he pushed himself into you inch by inch pausing once he filled you.

“So fucking tight!” Bucky breathed huskily.

“Bucky. I. Need. You.” You murmured between kisses to his neck and jaw. He started out at a slow pace, making sure you were used to his size but he intensified his thrusts once you began moaning in pleasure and begged him to go harder.

Each thrust hit you just right, sending you higher and higher, but Bucky made sure not to send you over the edge (not yet). He decided to add to your sweet, sweet torture by kissing your neck, shoulders, and collarbone. You didn’t know how much you could take, but at the same time, you didn’t want to end.

Thankfully, Bucky heard your mental pleas. He worked your clit and you came with another shout as he nipped the juncture between your neck and collarbone. Bucky came soon after with a primal roar.

Laying on Bucky’s bed and looking out the window, you saw a thick yet gentle snowfall. You were about to make a nice (if not a little snarky) Christmas remark when you felt a weight on your chest. Casting your eyes downward you found a silver snowflake on a thick silver chain with sapphires in the middle and on each of its six points. It was beautiful.

You nearly swiveled your head in shock. “Bucky you di-”

Bucky caressed your cheek and kissed you, “You’ve been so kind to me since we’ve met and I wanted to give you something as wonderful as you.”

“Well, since you put that way. I guess you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for your present.” you teased.

Bucky snaked his right arm around your midsection, “It might not be ‘til Noon at best. I’m gonna need another round.” he crooned as he kissed your neck.

Part of you wondered what the hell all those people were thinking when they didn’t give Bucky a second glance. Well, it matters not. Bucky was yours and you would be damned before you let him go.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Just Another One

Sequel to: ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’

Corpse Husband x Actress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention of bad past relationships, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They keep proving each other right in the most wrong ways possible. They each want to be guarded even if that means the other will be hurt. Maybe that’s what they want - to hurt one another because they’ve already hurt each other once before.

Requested by the lovely readers who enjoyed the previous fic ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’. Sorry for the large time gap between the posting of the two fics but I still hope you guys will take the time to read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love you all with all my heart, Vy ❤

When you go out of your way to avoid leaving the house your options of entertainment are severely limited and you can’t blame anyone or anything but yourself for it. Today, I wouldn’t have gone out of my apartment even if I was one of those people who frequent the outdoors seeing as how the sky is trying to flood the Earth with all this nonstop rain. It does set a mood for a perfect night in but when you spend all your nights in doing the same thing over and over again, the atmosphere is practically meaningless. And so I ‘ve decided to resort to channel surfing as though I’ll find something interesting on TV that I haven’t yet seen on one of my social media timelines.

I pass several cooking channels on my journey, making a mental note of their individual numbers in case I don’t stumble across anything capable of better distracting me from my boredom and loneliness that’s slowly starting to creep in. I pass by a few movie channels showing teenage romcoms as if to celebrate the start of summer so you can imagine how quickly I moved on from those. Then come the celebrity channels which can often get a laugh out of me because of how pathetic and unbelievably ridiculous they are. And so, I stick around one where there’s a broadcast on a movie showing that’s happening tonight in LA. Oddly enough, despite my anxiety, going to a movie showing has always been on my list of things I’d want to do. This can be considered living vicariously or rubbing salt into the wound that I’ll probably never go because my anxiety and fear of being recognized is too severe. Either way I stick around to watch it.

And man do I regret it now looking at several different angels of a couple of actors entering the venue where they are to be photographed and asked questions by the mob of paparazzi that’s gathered due to the massive event. That in and of itself doesn’t sound - and really isn’t - so bad. However, it’s important to note that the actress in this duo is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My Y/N....shit, sorry, I mean my FRIEND Y/N, her arm linked with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is who is holding an umbrella above the both of them, shielding them from the downpour of rain that is also taking place in LA apparently.

“The two were seen entering the venue earlier this evening, looking particularly cozy in each other’s presence if I do say so myself. The rain probably worked nicely in their favor.“ The first reporter says, her teasing tone of voice sending chills of anger down my spine as I glare at the screen, hands balled in fists, jaw clenched - all my body’s instinctive reactions to what is being shown to me. I know I technically have no right to behave or feel this way, in fact I should be fucking happy for Y/N and her successful career and the progress in her love life. But damn it how can I?! I was so damn close to kissing this girl! I was so fucking close to falling in another trap, tripping and landing in the embrace of another liar and user, another girl who switches partners more often than shoes. How could I’ve been so reckless to get so close to her even platonically? How did we become close enough for me to 1) show her my face; 2) start inviting her over to my apartment regularly; and how didn’t I notice the kind of messed up person she was all that time.

She was all sweet and flirting and shit a week or so ago and now she’s doing the exact same thing with him! The cameras are capturing them perfectly: every laugh, every exchange of a knowing look or nod, ever smack to his arm when he tells a joke. But what bothers me most is the many times he’s wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. Not just for pictures, but just because the fucker felt like it! And Y/N doesn’t seem to mind it at all.

“They have been the talk of the town recently, so while they could just be adding fuel to the fire, they could also have been caught by the flame and ‘caught feelings’ as they say. Regardless these two are a view we’d like to see more often.“ The other reporter says and that’s the final straw.

In one swift motion I turn the TV off and throw the remote across the room. It hits the wall and falls to the ground in several pieces, broken by the force of the impact. Just like I am broken by the force of the impact of these news. I don’t know which is worse: the fact that I fell for her and almost let her know it; the fact that she’s just another member of the club I don’t want anywhere near my life; or the fact that I can’t believe it.

Yeah that’s right - one foolish part of me refuses to believe that’s she’d do such a thing. I think that’s the same part which is still in awe of her so you can bet I ignore that part the majority of the time.

She is just another one. Not the one. Having been hurt before doesn’t mean she won’t hurt me or anyone else she’s gonna be with. Hurt people hurt people.

And damn has she hurt me, probably without knowing a damn thing. How selfish can you be, Y/N? How selfish can you really get? And how much am I going to allow you to hurt me?

* * *

“Thank you so much, Andrew. I would’ve died on the spot of anxiety if I was on my own.“ I say to my best friend who is currently sitting next to me on a park bench, in a tux, eating a cheeseburger. I too am still in my gown and am also gorging on a cheeseburger of my own.

“Don’t mention it. Us anxious people need to stick together.“ He bumps his shoulder against mine, stealing a small genuine smile from me, “Plus I couldn’t not come with you. You know how much I like a good rumor.“

I scoff, “Of course you do, but then again there was no need to add to what the media has already made a whole-ass ship out of.” I roll my eyes and take another bite. My appetite hasn’t been in its best condition so I’m only eating this under Andrew’s orders. I have no idea how people can ship us romantically, he’s the definition of an older - and very bossy - brother to me. I wish I could tell each and every single one of those girls who hate me because I’ve ‘stolen their man’ that I’d most likely be their sister in law rather than man snatcher, seeing as how my relationship with Andrew is so sibling-like.

That’s because we’re too alike, no one gets that. People play the ‘opposites attract’ car more often than I consider rational. But then again when they see a couple like Andrew and I - who are basically the same person in different bodies - they suddenly think we’re super compatible. Trust me, we’re not. And everyone who’s been on set with us will tell you the same.

“What can I say...“ he shrugs, smirking at me, “I like the fun. I bet Becca doesn’t though.“

I can’t help but huff. Andrew is the only one I’ve ever openly expressed my frustrations with Rebecca to. He was super helpful on the subject, seeing as how he can relate - many partners of his have tried to use him, some of which even succeeded. He’s more than qualified to school me on the topic but it turned more into sharing bad experiences. One of which was that instance back at Corpse’s apartment.

“And neither does Corpse I suppose.“ As though he’s read my mind, he pokes the hurt spot, pouring salt in the wound causing me to visibly cringe as though the pain was physical - because it was, I felt it in my chest and in my gut, a sharp stab of guilt and regret.

Why did I let it come to that? Why did I let us get so close? How did I not think of the consequences?

“I don’t care if he does or doesn’t.“ My hand automatically reaches for the pocket of the jeans I’m not even wearing in search of a cigarette. Not that I’d be able to light one even if I had them on me - Andrew would smack it out of my hand before I could even take a single puff.

He has the audacity to laugh, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/N.”

That’s all he needs to say really - that’s enough to make me feel seen and understood. Though that’s not always a good thing. I often times wish he couldn’t read me so well. Better said: I wish I didn’t let myself be so readable, you know. I’m just glad he’s the one who sees me because if it were anyone else they’d use this vulnerability of mine against me. I’m well aware that it’s a weakness, a really inconvenient one, but damn it I can’t get rid of it. I feel like I’ll be less human if I lose it. Everyone’s allowed to be vulnerable, some just are lucky enough to choose who they’ll be vulnerable around. I’m lucky enough to to have a choice, not so lucky in the people I choose to trust. Guess that’s not a luck thing, it’s just my inability to decipher whether a person is worth all the pain and torture of coming clean to them or not. So far many people have burnt me but two stick out in particular - Becca and Corpse. Corpse especially, which is the odd thing considering he hasn’t even wronged me in any way. At least not yet.

“Your phone’s vibrating.“ Andrew says, pulling me out of my overflowing head when he hands me my phone which I handed to him because of my dress’ lack of pockets.

“Thanks.“ I mutter through a sigh as I take it from him, checking the notification I’ve gotten.

My stomach drops: it’s a message from Corpse.

“Hey I saw you are in LA but we have a stream tomorrow, will you still be participating?“

Before I can reply, he sends me another message.

“I know you’re probably very busy but we get the most viewership on the streams when you’re in them so....“

I’ve probably been staring at my phone screen for longer than I thought since Andrew felt the need to make sure I was still breathing: “Hey, you ok? You look terribly pale.” I can barely hear him let alone reply. I can’t hear my own thoughts to know what to reply to him. “Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

I’m scaring myself too, Andrew. I’m scared too. I’m scared of how broken my picker has become. I almost kissed this guy! I almost entrusted all my thoughts, hopes, wishes and goals to him! What the fuck was I thinking?! Well, at least I know what he was thinking about - viewership. Likes, subs, views, publicity. The more eyes on the stream the better for him and everyone else. I genuinely want to applaud him, no one has been so direct about using me before. I was in a relationship with Becca for almost a year before I accidentally found out what she had been doing the whole time. No one’s ever smacked me in the face with this much honesty. It’s bittersweet really.

I want to laugh, I want to cry, slap myself across the face, slap him...I want to do so much, but all I can do now is sit in silence and think of how I could be so stupid.

He’s just another one, how did I not see that? How do I never see it until it’s too late? Why is one part of me still screaming: ‘He didn’t mean it like that!’

AND WHY THE FUCK DO I WANT TO BELIEVE IT?

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twilightpoison · 3 years

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It’s been brought up to me that a lot of my content is Isekai based. However I didn’t want this to be a Ieskai HC post. Instead let me tell you all about a stupid thing I came up with as a kid that I’ve been meaning to make into a fic for so long.:

What if the characters you play actually can feel your presence and/or can hear your commentary when playing?

Fair warning I never play Hyrule Warriors and Twilight Princess so let me know if I got things wrong.

Head canons under cut!

General head canons (These are all platonic headcanons btw.):

- Let’s say that the simple reason that you are here was to help the chain. Think of it like you’re the groups companion on this journey. Who better then someone that knows about each hyrule?

- The people who dealt with a lot of magic recognize you at first. The others need a bit of a push to connect the dots but everyone gets there.

- The connection wasn’t as strong at times during their original adventures, so its not like they could always hear you or sense you.

Time:

- You saw him and it was clear he has another sibling now.

- Time knew you where telling the true, that you followed both of his adventures however he wasn’t going to be fully open to you.

- Guess who isn’t scared of Time? You.

- Literally at one point you’ve pointed at Time and with a straight face says “thats a child”.

- This is also how the chain found out that Time actually fought the moon technically.

- “You fought Majora on the moon while it was falling. That’s not the same thing.”

- You meet Malon and it was an awkward first meeting since how do you explain this in the first place.

- Yet the two of you got along amazingly.

- When you and time are alone you instantly ask Time if he knew how she got the cow in his house. He kinda just… stares at you? Like you just met his wife and thats what your asking about?!

- The answer was that he wasn’t sure how she did that but the cow isn’t in his old house anymore. Since different timelines and all.

- It’s honestly weird for him to have someone remember both of his adventures in confidence.

- All be a little awkward hearing someone go, “oh yeah! Time had to do something similar.”

- Early on Time did go over boundaries since he really doesn’t like to talk about his adventures to much.

- So instead you both agree to be as cryptic as possible or at least there is an attempt on your part. Since your the only other person that can confirm or deny his claims.

- And no. You also don’t know his true age. But your guess is the closest.

Twilight:

- Since he is one of the Link’s that is drenched in magic, he recognizes your aura instantly.

- Chaotic sibling energy.

- If he is giving Wild or any of the other Link’s a hard time you are by his side calling Twilight out. Unless if the person in question did something truly idiotic then you let him go off.

- Speaking of, you call this man out as much as you possibly can. Like hell if you’re going to let the others think he isn’t a gremlin.

- He did try to stop you by covering your mouth but you licked his hand. So…. guess what he isn’t trying again unless it’s necessary.

- Somethings are kept a secret though. Since he did live through it and even if it was stupid he still could of gotten really hurt.

- You both play good cop, bad cop to the younger Links all the time.

- Twi is surprisingly very open with you about his adventure, to finally talk to someone about it with out having it sound crazy is nice.

- He also has some questions about you and your life. Since before this adventure started you just disappeared.

- The two of you honestly get along like two best friends who haven’t seen each other in years but still can banter like its the good old days.

- Knowing only small amounts about what they all been through it’s nice to know that you’re looking after the others as well.

- That feeling makes him really push himself to protect the family he has here and luckily you are here can smack him upside the head before lecturing him.

Warriors:

- heeeeey… you know what happen the last time he met someone that was suppose to be watching over the hero’s spirit?

- Yeah, so….War’s isn’t so keen on trusting you like some of these Heroes.

- You seem nice and not obsessively crazy. If anything what makes him decide to give you a chance. It’s seeing you get along with the other Heroes post battle or around the campfire when you think no one is watching.

- The moment that he recognizes you. You were cursing out some monsters and calling Dink every name under the sun. Which he actually remembers hearing your panicked voice briefly when fighting Cia.

- Anyway, you guys are a sass duo and even a trio when you get Leg involved.

- You steal his scarf sometimes with Time and Wind’s help

- He finds you and Wind wrapped inside of it leaning on time and his heart just- clenches, he has more siblings now!

- Then Warriors realizes he has another sibling… another sibling that will prank him…

- You two can be found discussing tactical strategies. Mostly him teaching you though since depending on the person not many people will know how to lead an army. Yet he is a good teacher and you catch on pretty quickly.

- Same with Twi, Warrior’s needs someone to pull him back sometimes it seems. Who better then to remind him then the person that already saw his lowest moment when his ego got the better of him?

- Seriously speaking. He wouldn’t come to you to talk. If anything he will try to avoid you if he wasn’t his best. In his head he has a reputation to uphold. Which will lead to a heart to heart. No sass. No banter. Just you and him sitting down to remind him that he is human.

- He needs a hug. Please give him a hug.

Sky:

- Sky actually didn’t recognize you at first!

- Yes he felt your presence and hear your voice in his adventure, but that was a while ago at this point. Also he isn’t as connected to magic as the others are.

- He does slowly befriend you despite everything.

- It wasn’t until you referred to a certain demon lord as a ‘B*tch A** Clown’ and a flood gate of memories open up for him. Memories of you cursing out Ghirahim, calling the imprisoned an ‘avocado with feet’ and so on.

- Nothing really changes between you two honestly, he just accepts it.

- If anything he becomes more open to you about everything, setting clear boundaries on what he doesn’t want to bring up. He will tell everyone about the curse eventually, but just hasn’t found a good opportunity too. Things like that.

- You do have to argue with Sky that the curse wasn’t his fault since you were also there when it was put on him, also the fact that he didn’t asked to be cursed in the first place.

- Most of the time you two are together its to get away from the chaos that the group of nine heroes could bring.

- Walking or sitting in silence is how you two end up most of the time together. It may not look like you two are bonding. There are some days while Sky is wood carving you would work on your small hobby as well. Then there are days he plays the harp and your reading.

- Despite it all he really enjoys the peace you bring. There is a sense of comfort that you have.

- When you and Sun finally meet. The first thing you ask him is to be invited to the wedding and it may or may not been in front of her too…

Wild:

- The recognition was really slow for him like Sky. Since Wild just got off of his first adventure he didn’t actually notice you were gone.

- It was until he realized that he couldn’t hear your panicked voice or snarky remarks when fighting in his head. That he finally realized you where outside of his head. He was quick to connects the dots after that.

- There was a moment where he didn’t know how to react since he just figured that you were just from his imagination.

- He now has another adventuring buddy with Hyurle! Though luckily you do keep the both of them from harm. Mostly because if something happens to them you will get in trouble with like Twi and Leg and thats never fun.

- Though you have your moments. Shield surfing and paragliding are on top of that list and Wild is all up for teaching you the ropes.

- The topic of the history of hyrule gets brought up a lot with the two of you. Since his era has a lot of connections to the past era’s. He is all up for learning about what came from where. Soon theories start to fly about.

- When You, Him and Flora are finally all together. There is nothing stopping you all from bouncing off theories. With your outside knowledge mixing with what they know. Things start to fall into place.

- The answer to why the timeline is like this doesn’t get answer. But hey! At least you all are having fun!

- If you can’t cook he will teach you that too! If you can! Well buckle up your going to share your knowledge with him whether you want to or not.

- Once you know how or get used to cooking while camping, you help him out a lot and its these moments where you both talk the most.

- It’s comforting to him to know he wasn’t alone this whole time.

Legend:

- As soon as you two locked eyes he felt instant dread. Yes he knew. No he isn’t going to opening up to you.

- Playful Insults to bond? Yeah that’s literally how he talks to everyone so no special treatment.

- He keeps you at a distance but its not actually working.

- You talk about his adventures so casually like it happened a few days ago. You avoid Link’s Awakening though. If you got hurt with the plot twist then you could only imagine the pain Leg went through.

- “I’m still trying to process the fact you married a tree.” “Hey remember that one time with Yuga, you slammed face first into a wall so hard you knocked yourself out?” “God do you not wear pants because of the fish thing?”

- This relationship is literally: Only I can bully this one.

- He fears the moment you meet Ravio and Fable knowing full well you all will bond over teasing him.

- Overall though he knows you got his back no matter what, to the point he finds himself confining in you slowly.

- Guess who is also teaming up with Hyrule to get Legend to sleep. It you.

- Once you probably have forced him to sleep by getting wolfie to lay on him. It was the wolf or yourself. In the end it was both of you and he was trapped.

- A sign that he was becoming soft towards you was when he started sharing his items with you. He trusts that you know how to use them and if you don’t he is actually willing to show you.

- He regrets giving the bee badge to you.

Hyrule:

- Another person that is drenched in magic. It only took one look at you for him to realize who you were.

- The two of you were awkward as anything at first. Since to you he never really spoken in his adventure so you didn’t know how to picture his personality.

- There’s a lot of mystery in your mind about him since again there isn’t much to go off of with what your given in game. It’s weird for him to hear about how you interpret his personality from that perspective.

- Hyrule didn’t honestly expect you to try and befriend him tbh. It mostly him over thinking it.

- You do follow him sometimes when he wants to wander around and explore. Mostly because you claim he finds the coolest things when he does.

- But its just a excuse to actually get to know him.

- The two of you trade stories and questions about each of your lives. There might be things you know that he might not know of about his adventure and his hyrule.

- Of course never going into to much details since there are things you couldn’t tell him.

- Hyrule honestly was dreading the day you all would land in his Era. He loves his home but is also very aware of it not being the most…welcoming place.

- So it’s more then surprising to him that there is even more then the glint of familiarity and excitement on your face. Knowing full well what dangers where a head of you, you still were open to exploring his world to the fullest.

- It’s honestly refreshing to see someone love his era as much as he does.

- Another boy that needs hugs, please give him a hug.

- You both cheer each other on though.

- This relationship is just aggressive support between you two and the others.

Four: (I’m actively mixing the Four Sword game and manga just to be clear.)

- Not sure if he would know exactly who you where since during the second adventure your voice and presence bounce between the four of them.

- Yet I also feel like he took after you because he was a child in his first adventure, which worries you a lot. Since you did have choice words for Vaati.

- The first to realize was Vio then it went Blue, Red and Green. Despite being in the same head it was just a theory they had over all. They all had their own ways of confirming it.

- Vio noticed the small things you do around Four. Like not stepping on their shadow, and covering Four when things got chaotic in their head. Small references here and there. When the two of you are alone he almost quizzes you about things. Just to see how much you know and to see if your telling the true or not.

- Blue recognize your mannerisms being something he picked up on during the first and second adventure. Only vaguely since again he was a child / there was only a small part only with him. Your fighting banter when your in battle made you see where Blue got his colorful language from…

- Your comfort was what clued Red in. He remembers your presence more clearly then the others from the first and second adventure. It was a comforting (yet chaotic) presence in their adventures that he latched on to. More so from his first adventure since as a kid he made an imaginary friend to process the fact he could sense and hear your presence. When you came back in the second time around it felt so natural for Red to have you there and really helped make him go forward through his small journey.

- For Green? It was a lot of things but when he see’s you treating each color differently when they are in charged. It’s a refreshing sight to be honest. He just enjoys hearing and seeing that his brothers had someone to confide in. Even when they switch who is in control you some how could tell and spoke to them accordingly.

- They were all some what surprise that none of the others picked up on your treatment of him swapping so much. Yet their also glad because their not ready to reveal themselves quiet yet.

- As Four or as you nicknamed him ‘Rainbow’ the two of you tend to sick together when the world’s shift around. Since his body needs more time to recover.

- You two are another pair that cheers each other on when the moral is low.

- He introduces you to the Minish! Getting you a jabber nut so you can speak to them too. You can’t shrink down to properly talk to them so this was the next best thing.

- The four of them makes you a dagger to bring home to remember him by, there’s a kin stone imbedded where the blade meets the hilt.

Wind: (hello self projection my dear friend)

- Wind didn’t recognize you ether at first, yet he didn’t even blink when you join everyone. He was fully on board with getting a new member and is easiest the most opened.

- It was when you two are alone together that something clicked in his head. You see during the Wind Waker he was alone most of the time when he was on land. So he had to face a lot by himself.

- Having you was reassuring to him when facing some of the monsters alone, especially with the puppet ganon fight. The two of you both agree that it was creepy.

- CHAOTIC SIBLINGS PART 2… well kinda

- Wind is a lot more mature then you realized but you two still have those moments.

- You, Aryll and Grandma get along too! So he and his family basically sees you and the chain as family.

- Pranking buddies! You’re targets would never know. Mostly because your covering up for him. You two team up with Four and Wild so the pranks can get chaotic at times.

- No matter what age you are compare to him and if your ok with it he does like platonic physical affection. Your going to be trading off with Warriors a lot of the time for cuddles or it’s the three of you together.

- You teaching him our worlds sea shanties and him teaching you his? Heck yeah! Even making up songs with the others is something on the table and in the works which is nice.

- It’s another thing to bring back home thats personalized!

Honestly since I’ve written all of this down I want to write the fic more. Though I’ll probably not only because idk if people would even read it lol. So it will just be a bunch of head canons. Anyway rambling is done.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu headcanon #Isekai au

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wilsonthemoose · 2 years

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Grin and Bear it

Bill Wealey Character Study (post canon)

Teen and Up

~2200 words

Angst, nightmares, healing

Link to Ao3

Bill Weasley had a wife called Fleur, a house called Shell Cottage on the sea shore, a grave in view of his bedroom window. Bill Weasley had nightmares. Castle walls crumbling, men turning into werewolves, goblins reaching out to strangle him.

He had a knitted sweater with his initials on the front, a mother who had cared enough to make it. A mother who sometimes found it in herself to chastise him for his long hair, a mother who put up a front of being alright.

The battle had been won. Hogwarts castle was cleaned up, cleared of the bodies first and then the rubble. Soon, owls would be sent with book lists for another term. Students would arrive in September to a castle that would still bear the marks of the battle.

A monument would be built to the witches and wizards who had fought in the war and Fred's name would be on it. Right now, there was a grave in a cemetery without a headstone and a chipped wand on a desk in one of the crooked rooms of the Burrow.

Bill Weasley had a brother he was very careful never to call the wrong name, very careful to always look in the eye. Very careful to not look away from— no matter how much he wanted to.

He had a father who no longer tinkered with torches and plugs, who smiled when he talked but never genuinely.

Bill picked a question to ask at every sip his father took of firewhiskey, he surfed the radio searching for Celestina Warbeck until his mother jabbed her wand and the radio fell silent.

He followed Ginny into the sky on the old brooms they kept in their shed, calling her back when she wandered too close to the muggle dwellings. She turned around to look at him, windswept hair worn like a red cloak and he wondered if she was looking for trouble in the few moments she stared before following him back to the Burrow.

He dragged Charlie out into the yard, cabin-fever and boredom provoking their duel to an almost rowdy scuffle until Percy threw a shield charm between them, shouting "stop fighting!"

Bill Weasley had a famous brother trying to fill someone else's shoes, too big in some places and too small in others.

He had a thrill-seeking sister who sometimes seemed like she hadn't really gone through all the things he knew she had, and sometimes seemed much older than he felt she ought to be.

He had a brother who lunged into a dragon's enclosure too rashly, who always smelled of the dittany he had treated his burns with. A brother who had never been particularly careful but was now reckless and almost deliberately rash.

Bill still had a chunk of his bereavement leave left when he was offered his first assignment after the war. He was to work with the Ministry in purging Azkaban of the horrors the old tower prison held— Kingsley Shaklebolt had envisioned a more humane prison as Minister for Magic and he'd asked for Bill personally.

Azkaban may not be the best way to ease himself back into work but Bill was not going to say no, he wasn't one to run from danger.

Some nights he dreamt that he was running through the prison, his pounding footsteps sending echoing howls through the tower. Some nights he dreamt he threw a cell door closed in Fenrir Greyback's snarling face.

Bill Weasley had scars along his arms, on his face. Fleur traced them with love in her hands and he did his best not to recoil. When he scrambled awake in the middle of the night, she stirred next to him and he told himself it had been nearly three years now and he wasn't going to turn spontaneously into a werewolf and kill her in her sleep.

They had a home where outcasts had a standing invitation. During the war he had told them to come at need, now, they came at their will. Old Order members and school friends, Fleur's family and his own.

Bill had a bit of the werewolf in him: he liked his steaks on the raw side, anger often rose unbidden in him, (he learnt to remind himself it was not his own) he felt uneasy on the full moons, and when he dueled, he found a viciousness in himself that hadn't been there before. He reminded himself that Remus Lupin had had the same to deal with, only more, and that he had remained kind through it all. Bill could do the same.

Fleur had spunk, when he'd got past the overwhelming allure of her looks, that's what he had thought, she had spunk and panache. She was also fiercely loyal and never took kindness for granted. She had a soft spot for Harry for pulling her sister from the lake, she had a fondness for Luna for the simple fact that Luna had looked after Olivander.

She kept a seagull with a broken wing until he healed and flew away.

Sometimes, when she knew he was having a hard time of it, she greeted him with his mother's pot-roast and butterscotch ice cream. Later, with the sound of the evening tide to accompany it, she set a record on the gramophone and he took her hand, revolving slowly on the scuffed floor of their cottage to the crooning refrain of: Bill, I love you so, I always will.

Heads turned to stare at them as they walked, the half-veela and the man with unmistakable werewolf scars on his face. Fleur threw her chin in the air, the staring hadn't bothered her in many years, Bill angled his head down and let his long hair obscure his face.

He worked at Gringotts as curse breaker and when someone assumed that he had got his scars from a cursed object, he didn't correct them. He was kept busy, sent to Egypt one week and Wales the next. Most days, he could venture into the tombs with his usual devil-may-care bravado wrapped around him like a cloak. Most nights, he found himself trapped in the airless dark, chasing after a 20 year old boy who sometimes looked like Fred and sometimes turned into Greyback as Bill closed in.

Bill kept an owl, a gentle creature with copper feathers that Fleur had pointed out in the owl emporium, saying it would fit right in with the Weasleys.

He took the owl with him when he went and wrote often but he also had a telephone installed in their cottage. He made a point to call his siblings, he listened to their latest triumphs and settled his worries, even as he recognized false cheeriness in their voices. They were living, working and trying and building their lives, that was enough for now— the rest could come later.

Shell Cottage was the sanctuary Bill and Fleur needed, but it was sometimes lonely to the boy who'd grown up in the Burrow. They went to see his parents most weekends, her family in the summer when her sister was on holiday. Andromeda and Teddy visited sometimes, Charlie once hid a dragon in the chicken coop.

Bill Weasley had scars on his face and arms. Harry had a lightening bolt on his forehead and I must not tell lies traced in his own writing on his hand to match the words he'd written in his own blood. Hermione had mudblood carved in her arm. Ron had scars from the brains in the Department of Mysteries, Neville Longbottom had gashes on his face for all the times he'd stood up to the Carrows. Mad-Eye Moody had had a missing eye and an amputated leg in addition to the many scars he'd accumulated over the years. Albus Dumbledore had had a withered hand.

These were things that had happened, proving only that they had fought. These were not testaments to the cruelty of Voldemort, nor were they badges to be worn with pride. This was only scar tissue.

Bill often called Fleur a healer and Luna once suggested that Fleur should help her find the Narglepuffs whose whiskers were a necessary ingredient in the potion that could heal any scar. But Fleur was many things, a healer was just one of them.

Bill Weasley had a brother who still stood apart from the family.

Percy kept his eyes averted and Bill could never catch them. "If you want to blame someone," Bill said one evening as Percy stood ankle deep in the sea, watching the waves, "blame Voldemort."

Percy seemed to search for his answer, or perhaps he was deciding whether he was going to say anything at all.

A moment later, eyes on the horizon, voice a passable imitation of his old matter-of-fact tone, Percy said "it should have been me."

Bill stopped himself ranting at Percy about how he was only hurting himself and his family by thinking this, stopped himself pouring his own guilt and anger at Percy. Instead he sighed and turned to look at whatever Percy had his eyes fixed on. "Could have been." he half-shrugged. "Could also have been me or Charlie. George." Percy shifted beside him, half angry and half defeated but Bill ignored him. "Ginny a hundred times and Ron—" he cut himself off, and looked away, steeling himself. Then, breathing in through gritted teeth, he continued, "do you know— he came to me, left Harry and Hermione and—" Bill looked down at his feet, toes buried in the sand, water soaking his jeans. "Percy, I told him he should have stayed with them, that it wasn't right to come back. When he left, I kept thinking—"

He lapsed into silence for a moment, listened to the waves crash, pushed his foot through the sand.

"Ron did the right thing. Harry needed him." Beside him, Percy nodded. Bill forged on, "so did you. If you hadn't been there, a lot of other people would have died." Bill pulled Percy's arm and turned him towards himself, "if you're going to feel responsible for something, then feel responsible for that."

They looked at each other for a moment, Percy's eyes somber behind the glasses and Bill knew he wasn't going to fight back. He also knew that letting go of guilt wasn't easy and that Percy wouldn't manage it any time soon. Guilt molded itself into your palms and you couldn't scrub it off, you had to let it go slowly.

Bill pushed his hand against Percy's arm, shoving him, "prat." he said and Percy smiled before turning towards the sea again.

Maybe someday they'd both be okay.

He took an interest in Teddy Lupin and tried not to flinch when scars appeared unconsciously on Teddy's face as he looked at Bill, brazen and earnest. He recognized Tonks' spirit, Remus' sobriety, Harry's grief, all in one kid with hair as red as a Wealsey's and as messy as a Potter's.

In payment for the solace Lupin provided him even dead, Bill gave his son what his own father had given Harry: an avuncular figure, friend and confidant more than a father.

Years later, when Teddy asked about his own father, voice tentative and measured, Bill told him with all the pride he could muster that he was the kindest man Bill had ever known. When he dropped Teddy off at Andromeda's house it was with a plush wolf under his arm and hair a familiar light brown.

Bill had paint stains on his hands from painting the nursery, Fleur had the sun in her hair as she hung stars over a crib.

His mother made a quilt for his daughter, his father bought muggle toys. Life was funny that way, everything changed all the time and you didn't notice it; then something changed all at once and you though change was something new.

Bill startled awake early in the mornings, thinking he'd heard howling, but it was only the sound of gulls on the air. He walked along the beach as the sun warmed up, watching the early morning tide.

Bill Weasley had a wife called Fleur, a daughter called Victoire who imitated her mother's lilt of french, a newborn daughter who traced his scars with her little hands.

Bill Weasley had a mother who knitted sweaters for her family. She left his meat raw for him the way he liked, closed the shutters when he stared too long at the moon. She looked after his children on the weekends, spoiling them the way she hadn't with her own children.

At Shell Cottage by the sea, with the grave of a free elf just on the side, Bill taught Victoire how to fly, holding her in front of him on the broom at first, then letting her fly solo, wand held ready to slow her down if she fell.

Bill had scars that made people stare. When Victoire's preschool friends asked him, he spun tales of pirates or mummies. When they went home scared and told their parents, Bill laughed and confessed to being attacked by a wolf. When Fleur threw her nose in the air, he smiled and put an arm around her. People still stared but his daughters were never frightened of his scars and Fleur never went in search of Narglepuff whiskers to make a healing potion.

This is not a story about forgetting or about letting grief slip through your fingers like sand; this is a story about building a life around the grief, around the empty chair at your parent's dinner table. This is a story about things worth living for, people worth living with.

Notes:

Lyrics are from Wedding Bell Blues

#bill weasley #bill x fleur #george weasley #percy weasley #weasleys #weasleys fic #harry potter fic #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #bill weasley fic

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Shadowsinger Part 11 - Gwynriel

ACOSF Spoilers! Do Not read this unless you have finished ACOSF and the Azriel bonus chapter

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*****

Azriel's heart sank, and he shoved Nesta to the side, knocking both her and Cassian out of the way as a bolt of power shot down the stairs. A slow clap sounded while Azriel glanced around, another way out, there had to be one,

"It seems the bird got out of the cage. Such a shame it'll never fly free." Azriel waved a hand subtly at Nesta, and she froze, his brother's attention was still fixed on him, if she moved, Azriel didn't want to think what would happen if he decided to really use that killing power. Get back in your cage." The door to his cell swung open, and Azriel fixed his brother with a glare, shadows gathering around him,

"You know what, I don't think I will." He leaped forwards, pressing himself against the wall beside the staircase, green light rushing past moments later. The back exit, where was it?

Find another exit.

Shadows raced off in all directions, and Azriel waited, in a few moments his brother would lose his patience, and, shit. Footsteps on stone, he rolled forwards, shielding Cassian and Nesta, his wings spread wide to take the brunt of any attack. Weapon, he needed a weapon, or at least a shield of some sort. He had seconds before his brother located them, even with the shadows cloaking him from sight. A second set of footsteps joined the first, lighter, more cautious. Azriel sent shadows flying for that second figure, and dodged the immediate blast of power from his brother, letting it shoot over his head. The second guard stumbled backwards, and yelped when Azriel slammed into him, twisting the pommel of his sword out of his grip, and swiping the dagger from his belt.

At a glance, Nesta was trying to drag Cassian away, down the corridor,

Behind them, all the way down, there's a way out.

"Run!" He bellowed, and tossed Nesta the dagger, taking up a defensive position to slow the guards starting to return to the dungeons. Nesta grunted behind him, she was still too close, and Cassian said something, too quietly for Azriel to make out the words, but the urgency was obvious,

"No," Nesta sobbed, "I can't," she repeated over and over, she couldn't leave him, Azriel dared a glance over his shoulder, and cursed at the sight of more guards blocking their exit. If she were alone, Nesta could escape, but convincing her to leave Cassian, no, she would never do it.

Even armed, even with his shadows darting around, disorienting his enemies, attacking them, there were too many of them. This was it. He was going to die here.

Azriel was forced backwards, until he was stood back to back with Nesta, Cassian struggling to rise to his feet between them. Azriel dropped a hand onto his shoulder,

"It's been an honor, brother."

*****

Gwyn set the bedside table down, right where the old one had sat, and glanced around the room, the same, but different, altogether too new, unused. She sank onto the bed, and the shadow came to rest in her lap,

"I miss them," It shuffled and swirled up her arm, nestling against her cheek, "Do you miss him? Of course you do, thank you for staying with me." Even with him gone, a little part of Azriel would always be with her so long as the shadow remained. The room was exactly as it had been only a few days prior, but so different, so un-Azriel somehow, maybe it was just that he wasn't there any more, even his scent was fading with the old furniture having been removed. Gwyn squeezed his jacket tighter around herself, and closed her eyes.

"Someone's there!" Mor's voice echoed through the House, "Gwyn?"

"Here!"

"Nuala just got back, someone is at that old keep, we don't know who but-" Gwyn was already moving, already sprinting for her room, collecting her weapons on an instinct. She sighed as she switched Azriel's jacket for her own, his was way too big, she'd never be able to fight properly, let alone quietly in it, no, she had to wear her own. She left it on her bed as she ran back to Mor,

"When do we leave?"

Rhysand had winnowed her with him out to the keep, and Mor had complained bitterly at being left behind, but Gwyn could move and fight silently, and only one person was likely to be able to get in. Rhysand had brought her because he knew the layout of the keep, at least in theory, if it was anything like the others built at the same time, he knew the layout. But he would have to guide her from outside, mentally.

Gwyn took one final, shuddering breath, and let him in,

Breathe,

She did, slowing her breaths, stilling her mind, panic was no good now. She was the rock against which the surf crashes. She was a Valkyrie. She was Gwyneth Berdara, and she would not be afraid.

The keep itself was almost silent, only the echoing of far-off footsteps and the candles and torches along the wall proved that she wasn't alone.

Okay, go left here,

Gwyn pressed herself against the wall, and dared a quick glance down the corridor, one guard, facing away from her. She stepped into the corridor, keeping to the shadowy places along the wall, her footsteps muffled by her shadow, well, Azriel's shadow. The guard didn't turn around until she was right behind him, his eyes widening as he drew breath to shout. Gwyn slammed the hilt of her dagger into his temple, and his eyes rolled back as he collapsed. Gwyn made sure to catch him, and lowered him slowly to the floor, avoiding the clatter of his armor on the stone.

Rhysand guided her deeper into the keep, she met few guards, too few, something was wrong.

How many guards should there be?

It depends, but you should have met at least ten by now.

There's been four.

Four?

Yeah.

He waited a while to respond, as if he were trying to decide something, probably whether to tell her to get out of there,

That's not normal, you know that?

I'm not leaving without them.

Be on your guard.

There were no more guards until Gwyn heard the clash of metal on metal, and almost launched into a run. The corridor she'd been walking down lit up more and more with each step, until she found a stairway,

That should take you to the dungeons, be careful.

I will.

She sent the shadow to check if it was safe, and it flew back to her almost immediately, both trying to go back down, and back the way she had come. It was torn between protecting her and Azriel, he was down there, he had to be. If the shadow wanted her to run, something was wrong, she had to move, now.

The dungeon was filled with guards, there were three at the base of the stairs, and too many to count beyond that. Gwyn couldn't fight her way through,

There's too many, I can't see them,

Wait.

I can't.

Gwyn. Wait. I'm on my way, the way you came is clear. Wait for me.

She should wait, but she couldn't, Azriel was there, Nesta was there, Cassian was there, if she waited, every lost second could spell their doom. She glanced around, torches, there were torches along the wall. She tugged experimentally on one, it didn't budge, she put more weight onto it, and pulled herself up, climbing over the guards' heads. She braced herself to fall, waiting for a few heartbeats, but the torch's stand held strong, she leaped to the next one, almost slipping, but the clashing of blades covered the sound. She scrambled up, moving to the next one, and the next. They were only a couple of feet apart, but each jump felt like forever. She paused on the next, catching her breath, and reassessed the situation. There, only a few more jumps away, Azriel was back to back with Nesta, guards coming from both sides. She thanked all the gods that the corridor was so narrow, only three guards could attack at once. Azriel stumbled, armed with a sword from one of the fallen guards, and Nesta braced against his weight, helping him regain his feet, her own sword looked heavy, she was tiring. Cassian, where was Cassian? There, on the floor, he blinked, trying to rise, and collapsed again, and Gwyn had to clap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out at the sight of him.

Oh gods, there was so much blood, not all of it was his, of course, but his wings, oh gods, that was bone sticking out of one of them, and that glazed look in his eyes, Gwyn had seen that look before, how he was still trying to fight was beyond her. Even as he stumbled, he said something, and Nesta whirled, slamming her sword into a guard's gut, he was warning her, guiding her blade. That look in his eyes, he knew it, he was still fighting for her, even though, even though Cassian was dying.

Nesta turned, presumably to check on Cassian and Azriel, and let out a sob when she saw Cassian slumped against the wall, unmoving, silent. She was forced to turn away to block a blow from a guard, but Gwyn was close enough that she could just about make out her words,

"Cass, come on, please, you're gonna be okay, please," Her sword arm was shaking, and Azriel moved to cover her as she dropped to her knees beside her mate, holding his face, and begging him to hold on, just a bit longer. Azriel's strength was waning now, he couldn't hold off attacks from two sides for long. One last jump brought Gwyn close enough to finally help. Red misted her vision at the sight of a sword hurtling towards him, right for his exposed back as he handled another guard. Gwyn didn't think, didn't plan, she just moved.

That guard was dead before his sword got anywhere near Azriel, but close enough that Azriel realized how close it had been when he turned, surprise glimmering in his eyes,

"Gwyn? You have to go, leave us, go!"

"I can't." She moved again on an instinct, blocking another blow that Azriel had missed in his shock, "Rhysand's on his way, we just have to hold on until he gets here. We're getting out." Gwyn took up Nesta's position, her fear a metallic tang in the back of her mouth, especially at the rumble of power that rolled through the dungeons. She hardly noticed the shadows around her, darting forwards, helping her with each blow, each enemy, before darting away to Azriel.

They didn't need to speak, each move was together, as one, he moved, she moved, she moved, he moved. Gwyn rolled backwards, Azriel stepped around her to cover her, Azriel stepped sideways, Gwyn whirled to dispatch that enemy. Each movement was easy, fluid, unhurried, Gwyn fell into a familiar headspace, the same as it had been on Ramiel, but this time is wasn't her sisters she was protecting, it was her, whatever Azriel was.

Power rumbled through the dungeons again, and Azriel shoved her sideways against the wall, throwing his wings up around her as dark power tore through the remaining guards. Gwyn gasped, and hid her face against Azriel,

"It's Rhys, it's okay." He released her moments later, "He'll cover our escape, let's go," he looked around again and swore,

"What?"

"Their leader, my half-brother, he's gone, the coward." Azriel grunted as he hauled Cassian to his feet, with Nesta on his other side, half-dragging him the way they had come. Gwyn followed, keeping an eye out for danger, with Cassian almost completely unconscious, neither Azriel or Nesta would be able to carry him and fight, that was Gwyn's job.

"Is he -" Rhysand's eyes widened at the sight of them, of Cassian

"He's alive, just about." Cassian's head was hanging low, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged and shallow.

"Get him out of here." Gwyn ran up the stairs, taking two at a time, and nodded, desperately wishing that they would move faster, she had no idea how many guards there might be in total, more might show up at any moment. Adrenaline faded as they made their way out, movements becoming slower, injuries more crippling, so much so that by the time they had made it outside, into the fresh night air, Azriel was dragging a leg behind him, his breathing shallow as he hauled Cassian with him. They had to stop, if they didn't, he'd keel over, and Gwyn had no idea how to go about healing anything. There was a grassy bank a few hundred meters away,

"There, can you make it?" Azriel grunted in response, and Gwyn grabbed Cassian's arm from him, "I'll take over," together, she and Nesta just about managed to carry his unconscious weight to the cover of the bank. It was only when she set him down that Gwyn got a chance to really see the scope of Cassian's injuries. His face was pallid, and far too pale, pale from the blood seeping from his wings mostly, broken almost beyond recognition, a bone sticking out of the right one. His breathing was shallow, uneven, and Gwyn gently ran her hands along his ribs, three, no four, broken, another cracked, possibly more, and then there was the sword wound. Nesta was already pressing her hands against the ragged wound in his side, and Gwyn shrugged off her jacket, "Use this." Nesta nodded, her eyes unseeing, tears flooding down her face.

Azriel hung back, avoiding getting in the way probably, but he was injured too, it was just Nesta that had gotten off lightly, but that was probably why Cassian was as bad as he was, he'd undoubtedly protected her.

"Sit down, Az, honestly." Gwyn had no idea what she could do about Cassian's wings, and the bleeding was slowing, so she could at least do what she could for Azriel. "Is it just that?" She gestured to the wound on his leg, and he just stared straight at her,

"You came."

"Of course I did, did you think I was going to still tight and wait?"

"You shouldn't have. It was dangerous."

"Excuse you, why do you think I'm training?"

"Not to clear up my messes."

"Your mess?" Gwyn blinked in disbelief, "How is this your fault?" Azriel shrugged, and muttered something, just loud enough for her to hear, but no one else,

"It always is." Her heart broke a those words, and she froze,

"It is not." Tears threatened to fall, and she didn't stop them, "You are the bravest male, no, bravest person I've ever met, and you have saved countless lives, avoided countless disasters, the Night Court would be long destroyed without you." She knelt beside him, and cupped his face, "Don't for one second think that, okay?" For perhaps the first time ever, Azriel smiled and muttered,

"Okay."

"Now. Is it just that?" She pointed again at the leg wound,

"Oh. Yeah."A shadow danced around Gwyn's head,

"Liar," she crooned, "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" She raised an eyebrow, "Broken ribs," he admitted, and she groaned,

"Idiot. I can't do anything about the ribs though," She pressed the wound, the bloodflow already slowing with him being still.

Gwyn.

Rhysand's voice tapped against her mind, and she let him in,

Where did you go?

Grassy bank. Hurry up.

Moments later he crested the bank, and jogged the few steps to reach them, Gwyn had finished patching Azriel up, and turned back to Cassian, he still wasn't waking up, but at least the blood had stopped flowing from that sword wound. Nesta was still quietly crying and begging him not to leave her, Rhysand placed a hand on her shoulder, and said something quietly, and she let him pass, his hands hovering over Cassian's right wing, the one with the bone snapped in two. Gwyn moved to Nesta's side, cradling her head against her chest, she had to hold Nesta tight when Cassian screamed as Rhysand's magic forced the bone back to the right position, and sealed the wound,

"You're hurting him!" She screamed, trying to break free of Gwyn's grip,

"He's fixing the bone, he's helping, he's helping," Gwyn muttered, letting Nesta cling on to her as she cried,

"I can't, Gwyn, I can't, I - I need him," she broke off as another sob forced its way out,

"I know, I know, Nes, I know. You're not losing him, you're not, okay?" Nesta nodded, but tears were still streaming down her face, "He's gonna be okay." Cassian screamed again as Rhysand set the other dislocated or fractured bones to where they should sit, and Nesta cried harder with each cry of pain from Cassian, until her whole body was shaking with the sobs. She rushed towards him as soon as Rhysand stopped, cupping his face in her hands, running her gaze across his wings, checking that they were really okay,

"Thank you," she whispered, and noticed his ribs were untouched, but Rhysand pre-empted the question,

"I'm no good at ribs," he admitted, "But we should be able to move him now,"

"Why isn't he waking up?" Nesta demanded, and Rhysand threw his hands up,

"Because he'd be in a lot of pain, so I knocked him out."

"But he'll be okay?" Nesta's usually powerful, commanding voice had fallen quiet, shaky, and her shoulders were shaking as she brushed the hair out of Cassian's face, and softly kissed his brow. Azriel limped his way towards them, holding on to Gwyn as she held Rhysand's hand, while Nesta gripped the other, and braced herself to winnow.

*****

Rhys winnowed them directly into Madja's house, to the room she used to house patients, and shouted for her, apologizing for showing up this late, but she just waved him off, rushing to Cassian's side. Gwyn forced Azriel to sit on the second be in the room, fussing again now that they were safe,

"You're damn lucky, Rhysand, if you'd got this wrong," she gestured to Cassian's wings, "He might not have been able to fly again, as it is, it's not perfect, but I can fix it." She finished fixing his ribs, and bound his wound before crossing to Azriel, and he winced when she re-set his ribs, and bound his own wound, "You can sleep in your own room, Azriel, Cassian stays here, I need to keep an eye on him tonight."

"Will he be okay?" Madja's professional demeanor dropped for a moment as she took Nesta's hands,

"I hope so, he's lost a lot of blood but he's survived this far, so he should make a full recovery, you can stay with him if you like." Nesta nodded,

"Thank you." Madja squeezed her hands,

"Go get some sleep the rest of you, Mother knows you need it.

Rhys winnowed Azriel and Gwyn back to the House before wishing them goodnight and promising to see them in the morning. For a proper debrief is what he didn't need to add. Gwyn led Azriel straight back to his room, and pulled out a set of sleeping clothes for him, grabbing a spare shirt and turned around for him to change, she seemed to know that he needed quiet to sort through his own mind, but still wrapped her arms around him, reassuring herself that he was okay, and he held her against him. Azriel didn't miss the fact that she'd just changed into one of his spare shirts, that his scent was all over her, and hers all over him, but it was comforting somehow, just to have someone be that comfortable with him,

"You need to rest," she murmured, and guided him to the bed, pulling herself a chair over, he didn't miss the movement, tried not to think how he had slept in a chair beside her too many nights recently. She had slept in his bed before, but maybe after that nightmare was different than normal, he wouldn't ask her if she wanted to share, she'd probably go back to her bed anyway once he was asleep. Still, his mind emptied when she clasped his hands and brought them to her lips, before leaning against the bed and closing her eyes as he closed his.

Gwyn held his hands all night, and she was still leaning against the bed when Azriel woke the next morning, his head clearer than it had ever been the morning after a return home. She opened her eyes and looked across at him, her eyes full of hope, and leaned closer to brush her lips against his, smiling as she sat up,

"I missed you," she mumbled, "I was so worried, especially when we couldn't find you."

"How did you find us?"

"The shadow." Ah, he'd been wondering if it really had been able to sense the others,

"Thank you, for coming to find me."

"Always," she whispered.

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Careful, Madam Chapter Six

A/N Thank you all for being so patient! I didn’t think I’d ever finish this, but the final chapter has been written. You’ll have to wait a little bit for that, since the wonderful @thegirlisuedtobe is making a beautiful teaser for it, which I obviously want to post first. But rest assured; this fic is finished after chapter seven! The previous chapters can be read here.

All night I lay thinking as to what to do. Systematically, I went through every option I could think of until I arrived at the inevitable conclusion.

The best I could hope for was for Maxim to be convicted of murder. I didn’t see that happen any time soon, though; everyone thought he and Rebecca had had the perfect marriage, so why should he have wanted to kill her? His identification of the wrong woman could easily be explained away as an honest mistake made when he was sick with grief and horror. That could not explain why Rebecca lay dead in her cabin, but then the authorities could hardly expect Maxim to know everything, now could they?

I could accuse Maxim of killing Rebecca and testify against him instead, but I rejected that idea just as I had done earlier that day when it first occurred to me. I did not think I would be believed, and even if I was, I didn’t think people would forgive me for betraying my husband. After all, he had lifted me up out of poverty and obscurity when he made me his wife. Many already believed I was after his money; if I repaid what they thought of as his kindness by seeing to it that he got hanged, they would think me a conniving little schemer who had murdered her husband to inherit his money. It would be all over the newspapers, and so everyone would know. Reporters would harass me, everyone else would snub me. I thought I might be able to bear that, but what life would that be for my child? For there was my little stranger to think of now.

Perhaps it would be best for the baby if I did nothing. There’s a lot to say for being born in wealth and privilege, and few children would be more privileged than the ones born with the de Winter name. Manderley was a glorious place to grow up besides. In my mind’s eye I could see my child and I on the beach dragging driftwood from the surf, laughing as Jasper chased after seagulls. Afterwards we’d have tea under the chestnut tree, and I’d cut the crusts off a sandwich, because that was how they’d like their bread. Maxim would scold our child if he saw, because he had, no time for such puerile nonsense, but it would be all right, I would shield them from his moods, his madness. Yes, I could continue to be the second Mrs de Winter, shy and silent, a quiet little thing at my husband’s side. Rebecca had played at being a devoted wife really rather successfully, hadn’t she? And she had never even loved him. I had. Surely I could pretend I still did? For my child, I could go back to being the girl I had been just a few days ago… But no, I thought as I turned on my side, watching the form of my sleeping husband in his bed, I can never be that woman again. Not after finding out Maxim had murdered Rebecca. He had killed once; what was there to prevent him from killing me, too, if I shamed him?

And I had shamed him already, hadn’t I? He simply didn’t know it yet. What I had done with Mrs Danvers would ruin him and Manderley, should it ever come out. He’d kill me for that ten times over, and Mrs Danvers, too.

Mrs Danvers. Queer, loyal Mrs Danvers. What was she doing now? What I wouldn’t give to be with her, to try and alleviate her suffering! For she must suffer greatly now that she knew her beloved Rebecca’s death was murder, and she must seethe with rage and hatred for Maxim. That was perhaps my biggest fear: that she hungered for revenge and would harm herself to get it.

To keep her, my little stranger, and myself safe, there was only one thing to do: run away with Mrs Danvers. But how to accomplish it? I had no money, and there was no ready cash at Manderley; we had accounts at every store and company so that there was no need to pay with bills and coin. Maxim had given me no jewellery during our marriage, so that couldn’t be sold either. Still, I supposed I could find a way. The most important thing was to find Mrs Danvers before she could do anything harmful, and convince her to come away with me.

If she didn’t want to run away with me, I feared my heart would break.

Despite my sickening worries, I must have slept then, for the next time I opened my eyes, daylight had found its way into the room. It pooled onto the floorboards, heavy and hot. The bed beside me was empty. I fumbled for my watch, saw that the inquest was about to start. Maxim had left me behind, as he said he would. Two days ago, this would have broken my heart, but that morning, I found it a mercy.

I went to the bathroom, where I vomited. Perhaps it was the baby making me sick; perhaps just the great stress of the situation I had found myself in. I brushed my teeth, dressed quickly, then went in search of Mrs Danvers. I kept wiping my hands on my dress. What if she had gone to the inquest? I should have stayed awake. But no, I found her where I expected her to be: in Rebecca’s room.

“Oh, Mrs Danvers,” I said. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching Rebecca’s crumpled nightgown. Her eyes had turned to slits, so swollen were they from crying. She smelled of sorrow, that strange salty scent that clings to the hands and face. My heavy heart had lifted at the sight of her; now, it began to ache. “Oh, Mrs Danvers,” I repeated, “how your eyes must hurt!” Like two embers burning in her sockets, I imagined. And so, before doing anything else, I went into the bathroom and turned on the tap. I wetted my handkerchief under the cold water, then took it to her and dabbed at her eyes. She made to fend me off, stiffened, then succumbed.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Danvers. I didn’t mean to leave you after what I said. I suppose you’ve a lot of questions. I wanted to come see you sooner so we might talk about it, truly I did, but I could not find you, and then Mr de Winter wouldn’t let me out of his sight.” A drop of water course down the inside of my wrist, making me shiver.

She stilled my hand. “I always suspected he killed her,” she croaked. “She wouldn’t drown, not even in that squall, not my mistress, not she. For a year, I’ve suspected. I just couldn’t prove it. Tell me, Madam: how did he kill her?”

My throat was tight and dry. I swallowed painfully. “He shot her.”

She bared her teeth, her lips curling back like that of a corpse. “I thought he would. He’s always been a coward. He wouldn’t dare kill her with his bare hands. She would have fend him off, had he tried. Did she suffer?”

“No. She died instantly.”

“Will her bones show that he murdered her?”

I shook my head. “He said the bullet went straight through.”

“So he shall be acquitted then, won’t he? Colonel Julyan, the doctor performing the autopsy, they’re all his friends. They’ll want to believe in his innocence, and even if they didn’t, they’ll want to avoid a scandal. There’ll be no justice for my mistress. Not unless we testify.”

“They wouldn’t believe us. They think me a slutty interloper and you queer and hateful.”

Her shoulders tensed, but only for a moment; then, she slumped. She took the handkerchief from me and pressed it to her eyes so forcefully drops fell down like tears. “Thank you, Madam, for telling me.”

I sat down next to her, dimpling the mattress. The stale scent of azaleas mixed with dust rose up to meet me. “I have thought our situation over. I’ve turned every option round and round in my mind, and there’s only one thing for us to do, Mrs Danvers. We must run far, far away from here.”

She lowered the handkerchief and stared at me with those sore, burning eyes. “Run away?”

I nodded. “We can’t testify, and we can’t remain here. Would you be able to work for him as nothing had happened? I can’t go on being his wife, at any rate, not now that I know he’s a murderer. What’s there to stop him from murdering again? And there’s my little stranger to think about now, too…” I pressed a hand against my belly. How long until it would swell?

“No,” she said in a low voice, “No, I can’t work for him anymore. You are right. But he wouldn’t let you go, Madam, especially now that you’re carrying his heir. And how would we live?”

We, I thought, and through the sickness and despair, my heart fluttered, she said ‘we’. We shall do this together, she and I. I placed my hand on hers. “Working girls like us can always find something, and I’ve saved a little money when I was Mrs van Hopper’s companion. Surely you’ve saved, too?”

She nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course. I’ve always had little use for money. But I meant, do you want us to live together, Madam?”

“Yes, yes of course! I can’t imagine living without you anymore, Mrs Danvers. I think that, foolish as it may seem, I’ve come to love you deeply these past few days. It’s as if I’ve looked inside of you and seen you, really seen you, not the cold, efficient housekeeper, but the warm, feeling woman underneath.” Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I felt shy again, tortured by my anxieties. Perhaps I had been too eager, too forward. “Besides, it would be practical. To the outside world, I can be a widow and you my aunt. No one would question it.”

She sat still for a moment, then clasped my hands and brought them to her mouth, kissing them with dry lips. “No one has ever wanted to live with me like that. I’ve always been needed as a nanny, or a housekeeper. Never as a person. Thank you, Madam,” she murmured.

I rested my head against her shoulder. “When should we leave, do you reckon?” Every fibre of my being wished to never see Maxim again, but if we left too hastily, we might make mistakes that could lead Maxim to us. Better to suffer his presence for a little while longer if that meant I could be rid of him forever.

“Not quiet yet, Madam. In a month, perhaps. It gives you time to lull Mr de Winter into a false sense of security, and by then you won’t be so sick with child anymore. Besides, it will give me the time I need to prepare our journey.”

“Will it be hard for you, to leave Manderley? It has been your home for years.”

She stroked a line on the back of my hand. “It was my home because of my mistress. I’ve a new mistress now. Where she leads, I shall follow, and let her be my home.”

Tears pricked in my eyes. “And you shall be mine. My God, I can hardly wait. It shall be heaven, to be with you, to never have to see Mr de Winter again.”

“Well, well, well,” a voice said.

I got up and whipped around. My bowels turned to water and my knees were so weak I almost had to sit down again.

Maxim stood on the threshold, his face that strange waxen mask I had observed in him often when he was tired or angry. “Maxim,” I said stupidly. “I thought… the inquest…”

“That didn’t take more than an hour. A verdict of accidental death. I rushed straight home to tell you the good news, only I couldn’t find you. You can imagine my surprise when Frith told me he had seen you gone into Rebecca’s rooms. I almost didn’t follow you here, but then I thought, what power does that perverted slut hold over me now that I’ve killed her and gotten away with it? Only I didn’t expect to find that my devoted little wife has turned out to be a perverted little slut as well, scheming with a housekeeper twice her age to elope.”

“I didn’t… we weren’t…”

“You little bitch,” he hissed. He dashed through the room and struck me so quickly I barely saw his fist move. His knuckles connected with my cheekbone. The pain took a few seconds to arrive, hot and sharp.

Oh, I thought stupidly. I made to press a hand to my cheek, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him. “You little bitch!” he roared, spittle flying from his mouth. “How dare you leave me?!”

He shook me so hard my teeth rattled. This, I thought with icy certainty, this is how I shall die: at the hands of my husband. Funny; he hadn’t dared kill Rebecca with his own hands, but then I had never quite measured up to his first wife, now had I?

“Stop!” I pleaded. “Maxim, please stop! You’re scaring me!”

He slapped my face with an open palm, bringing tears to my eyes. He raised his hand to strike again when Mrs Danvers said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sir.”

A metallic click sounded.

Maxim turned to look at her, his hand frozen in mid-air.

Mrs Danvers was pointing a gun at him.

Tagging: @solattea, @mlletina, @msmaryadmitrievna, @alice1nwond3rland, @need-not, @halewynslady

#my fanfic #danvich #rebecca #rebecca das musical #rebecca fanfic

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apoguecalledjj · 4 years

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You’re Safe With Me

Summary: After being in an unhealthy relationship with Rafe, you find it hard to recover in a healthy relationship with JJ.

Word count: 1959

Pairing: JJ x reader

TW: Talk of an abusive relationship, implications of sexual assault. Please, contact someone or reach out for help if you are experiencing either of these things and do not read further if this is something that may trigger you. If I’ve forgotten any triggers, please don’t hesitate to let me know.

Requested: No

Before dating JJ, you had been in quite an unhealthy relationship with Rafe Cameron. It took a huge toll on you, and you were still recovering from it. JJ knew this and was always extremely gentle and careful with you.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, not sure if the dress was okay for your date. It was pretty, but it was slightly low cut and shorter then what you would normally wear.

You turned around to pick another dress from the closet, but noticed JJ stood in the doorway, eyeing you up and down. "Damn." He said, his eyes coming up again to meet yours.

"I'm so sorry baby I was just about to change, I know it's too revealing I would nev-"

JJ walked across the room and cut you off with a kiss. "God, angel, no. Please wear this dress. It's not too revealing." He stepped back to take you in again. Pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, he continued. "You're beautiful, angel. Plus I don't care what you wear. You can always wear whatever you want, I trust you and that's all that matters."

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You smiled down at your phone, Kiara had just sent you a meme that you thought was super funny. JJ glanced up from where he was sat across from you. "Whatcha smiling at?"

Your heart dropped. He was gonna get mad, you knew it, he was going to think you were cheating on him and break up with him.

Tears started to well in your eyes as you locked the phone and put it down. "It was just Kiara I swear JJ. She sent me something funny. I'd never cheat on you." You started to slightly shake.

JJ rushed across the room to sit by you. "Y/N." He grabbed your hand. "I know you'd never cheat. I believe you. Please don't cry." He pulled you into his arms and held you as you slowly began to sob.

"I'm so sorry I'm like this," You choked out. "It's just that Rafe used to get so mad and I don't want to let you down."

"Hey!" JJ pulled back to look you in the eyes. "I'm not Rafe. Okay? I'm not him. And what he did to you, that's not okay. That shouldn't be your normal. You shouldn't be used to it. I'm never going to hurt you like he did, angel. I'm never going to hurt you."

He pulled you down on the couch, and you fell asleep there next to him, listening to his heartbeat as he played with your hair.

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The six of you were sat around, just laughing and enjoying the beautiful weather. Sarah was sat on John B's lap, laughing at something he said, and Kiara was laid across the couch with her head in Pope's lap.

JJ started to bring his hand up towards your face, and you flinched on instinct. From the look on his face, you could tell he had noticed, you just hoped the others hadn't.

Looking at Sarah and John B, you could tell by their faces they had. "I fucking hate my brother." She said, her knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping the chair.

Pope looked up from where he was playing with Kie's hair. "What happened?"

JJ stood up quickly and reached his hand out to you. "Nothing." He glanced at you, guessing that you wouldn't want everyone to know. "We're going for a walk, be back in a bit."

He grabbed your hand as you fiddled with the sleeves of his grey sweatshirt that you were wearing. You were only just out of the gang's side when he stopped you and turned you to face him.

"Y/N, did Rafe hit you?"

You sighed. You had told JJ that your relationship with Rafe was unhealthy and controlling, but you had never gone into the details, especially not the physical aspect.

JJ didn't need an answer, he could tell by the look on your face. "Fucking hell, I'm gonna kill that fucking kook." He was getting angrier the more he thought about it.

"Babe." You said shakily. "Please calm down. Just hug me. Please."

JJ pulled you in close to him, and you inhaled his scent that you loved. "I'm sorry angel. I didn't mean to scare you. I just hate the thought of you being hurt." He kissed the top of your head. "But you're okay now. I will never, ever, ever lay my hands on you. I promise."

You two staying like that for a while, just swaying back and forth on the beach. JJ made you feel safe, and that was all that mattered in the world.

You guys slowly made your way back to the group. “Are you okay?” Sarah asked as soon as you sat back down.

“Yeah I’m okay.” You looked around, everyone’s eyes were on you. JJ squeezed your hand. “Rafe wasn’t a great boyfriend, and it’s taking me a while to get over it.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/N.” Pope smiled at you. “We’re all here for you, and no one’s gonna hurt you.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Pope. I appreciate it. Now can we stop talking about it? I just want to enjoy today.”

JJ wrapped his arms around you. “Hey Kie!” He called out. “I want my joint back!” Everything was back to normal, and you smiled and leaned back into JJ.

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"Hey babe?" You looked up from your phone at JJ. You were slowly becoming more and more comfortable in your relationship. "Is it okay if I go surfing with Sarah and Kie?"

He looked up at you, but before he even got a chance to respond you continued. "It'll just be us girls, and if any guys show up I promise to leave."

He chuckled and shook his head. "You don't need my permission angel. Of course you can go with the girls."

You stood up, smiling. You should have known JJ wouldn't care, but you still found the need to check with him just to make sure. So he wouldn't have a reason to get mad at you.

You opened your drawer, looking for a bikini to wear. JJ came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Wear that one." He pointed at a yellow one.

"It's a bit revealing." You bit your lip. You had bought that bikini a while ago, but Rafe had never let you wear it.

"Wear it. Bet you'll look hot in it." He murmured into your ear.

You went to the bathroom and quickly put on the bikini. You liked it, but you were scared about how JJ would react.

"Damn. I was right!" JJ smirked as you walked out. "You look good angel." He followed you to the door, and you grabbed one of his t-shirts on the way to throw on over top.

Before you left, he kissed you, pulling you in tight. "Have fun. I love you."

"I love you more than anything." You whispered back. And you really did.

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JJ leaned down over you, gently biting on your lip as he made out with you. Your breathing quickened, and you struggled to kiss him back.

You guys had slept together before, but you weren't in the mood tonight. It was obvious he was though, and you didn't want to stop him.

JJ could tell something was up though and pulled away. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You tried to smile, but you knew it looked forced.

JJ moved to lie down next to you, and turned you so you were facing him. "No you're not. What's wrong?"

You couldn't look him in the eyes. "I'm not in the mood... But it's okay. I know you are. Let's just keep going."

JJ gave you a weird look as you leaned forward to continue kissing him. "No angel." He pulled back. "If you're not in the mood we stop."

"But you are, and it's my job to help you." You muttered, still not able to look him in the eyes.

He looked at you in confusion. "Is that what Rafe said?" All you could do was nod, and he sighed. "That's not true Y/N. You're here because I love you, not so you can get me off. And you should never have to do anything you don't want to. I would never force you. I've said it before and I'll keep saying it until the day I die, you are safe with me angel."

He pulled you in close and you snuggled into his chest. This relationship was different than anything you had known before, it was healthy and loving. You were happy, and you could finally relax.

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You were finally comfortable in your relationship with JJ, and that just made him more loving than ever. He was constantly kissing you and telling you how much he loved you.

You guys were currently sat on John B’s porch, joking around and laughing. Everyone was there, and you felt truly happy. Sarah, Kiara, and Pope were tossing around a rock, John B was laid on the floor, and JJ was next to you, smoking a joint with his arm lazily hung over your shoulder.

You brought a hand up to shield your eyes, glancing towards the beach. It looked like someone was walking up towards the house, which was weird because everyone that usually came to John B’s was here.

“Hey John B, are you expecting someone?” He sat up and shook his head.

JJ looked up from playing with his lighter. “Oh fuck that’s Rafe.” He stood up. “Y/N, get in the house.”

You tried to protest, but Sarah and Kiara had already rushed over and pushed you inside. “I just wanna fucking talk to her!” You heard Rafe yell.

You tried to turn but Kie grabbed you. Tears were brimming in your eyes and you could hear the guys yelling. “He’s gonna hurt JJ!” You sobbed out, but the girls wouldn’t let you leave. Sarah held you tight as you struggled, panicking and sobbing as you heard more and more bangs from outside.

Only a couple minutes later, JJ burst through the door, John B and Pope not far behind. His lip was bleeding and Pope was beginning to get a black eye, but you couldn’t see any other injuries.

You were still sobbing as he started to yell. “That fucking kook! One these days I’m gonna kill him, and I won’t regret it I swear...” He only stopped once John B turned him to face you.

“Oh fuck.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, angel I’m so sorry. We got rid of him, I promise. He won’t be trying to bother you anymore.” You stood up from Sarah and pulled him into a hug, still shaking a bit.

You reached up to wipe the blood from his lip. “He hurt you.” You whispered.

“Oh it’s okay. You should have seen him.” He looked down at you, eyes full of concern, your eyes still filled with tears.

“I hope he doesn’t come back.” You whispered. You hadn’t seen Rafe for months, and seeing him had hit you harder than you expected. Everything had come rushing back to you, and you couldn’t help but worry he was going to come back.

“You’re safe with me,” JJ said, noticing your tears and holding you tighter. He could tell you were still nervous.

“You’re safe with us, Y/N.” John B added, and before you knew it you were engulfed in a group hug. An amazing boyfriend, and an amazing group of friends. You knew you were finally safe, and you smiled into JJ’s chest.

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hyrule-kingdom-updates · 3 years

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ALL of the emojis for Siv :D

What is the kindest thing your OC has ever done for someone? What is the kindest thing someone has ever done for them? On the flip side, what is the worst thing your OC has done to another person?

I don’t think I can point out a *single* ultimate kind act, but Siv raising and caring for his brother throughout their whole childhood is definitely one of the kindest periods of his life. Spoilers, but: Siv didn’t actually believe himself to be capable of being a knight, in fact Ligero was specifically trying to keep him out of Larc’s life, letting them grow to be more independent, giving Siv every reason to be jealous and spiteful. But Siv trained to be a knight anyways because he didn’t want his brother to be alone through it all. He would never admit it, but Siv is a really kind and soft person. He cared for everyone of LinkLink’s scars and scabs when they went shield surfing, he took Zavis to a surprise party when his mother didn’t bother to throw anything that special. He wrote Revali letters, he sewed little rat plushies for Aryll to add to her collection—and I think it all stems from his childhood, where the only thing that he was certain of, the only choice that he could without a doubt claim was a good and kind thing that he didn’t mess up on, was caring and loving for someone that he by all other means didn’t have to.

As for the kindest thing someone has done for him, well honestly I think Siv would consider anyone giving him a basic amount of respect and appreciation as the “kindest” thing. Although once, Zavis allowed himself to team up with Link to plan a perfect party for Siv, which is to say, a very notable feat.

As for the worst thing Siv has done to someone: that’s probably spoilers. :3

What does your OC do when they see others upset or in pain? An upset friend? A stranger?

If a stranger was upset, Siv would probably just think, “Sucks to suck!” and move on. Unless they were like, REALLY sobbing, to the point where it would be impossible to ignore. Then he might stop walking, chat them up and buy them a drink, maybe hear their woes, but that’s probably it.

If it was a friend, he’d be immediately on their case, but would still try to play it off as him being an apathetic, disgruntled guy. But you know, Siv didn’t become an official royal Branch Buddy for nothing.

What is something true about your OC that they refuse to admit about themselves? Is there any reason to this besides embarrassment?

Under absolutely no circumstances will Siv admit that he is shorter than anyone. He finds it completely unfair that BOTH of his brothers are taller than him. He would hate it if you told him so, but Siv without a doubt has inherited a bit of his father’s ego, so calling him short, or even complimenting his hot royal guard brother when Siv is right there would ruffle his feathers to say the least

Describe a regular day for your OC. What is their schedule (if they have one).

Pre-Orator days, Siv basically wakes up whenever he wants (usually past noon), feeds the pet rats in the alleyways, then heads to the underground. Everyday is scraping enough rupees for a hot meal and a drink by selling illegal tickets to the underground monster fights, maybe organize a rigged gambling ring or two, and obviously scam any ten year olds that were looking to enter the world of pocket monster fighting themselves. Then when the “work” day is done, he’ll pop by an adequate tavern (the only one that would tolerate letting someone like him around) and eat and drink, and...that’s pretty much it.

As the Royal Orator, Siv wakes up and immediately heads to the dining hall, then hauls all the food and drink over to his office by 10am, cause that’s when his official work hours kick in. He then has to just sit there, listen to people’s grievances and input that will promptly be ignored (by either his hand, or most certainly by his superiors) while also posting out the important announcements and rat doodles with the Quill of Roost(both pre and post consumption). He might grab lunch in between and do fuck all, but by 9pm he’s gone out and about, doing whatever it takes to get as little sleep as possible because he doesn’t really like the sort of dreams he’s been having.

Current Siv doesn’t have a schedule, but he does have an agenda.

How does your OC think they will die? Does death scare them? Is there any reason for this?

Siv isn’t thinking about death. In truth, he thought he would have died much, MUCH earlier. Maybe get stabbed or executed? Maybe have a poor run in with an ex or particularly angry victim of his scams? But hey, now that’s he’s living the high life with all this power, he doesn’t care about death! For all he knows, he could live forever as long as he sticks with Ganon! All he has to do is follow what he says, and he’ll be happy forever and never have to fear anything ever again.

What is your OC’s most traumatic experience? (If they don’t have just one traumatic experience either pick one or describe them all!)

The Asunder Incident.

Siv constantly questions himself after that, “Why would I do that? Was I really capable of killing someone? Surely not, I’m not...I’m not that bad...” but the facts obviously stated otherwise. This was basically the incident that cemented himself as the person he is at the start of hku, apathetic and broken. He wouldn’t admit it then, but this singular event basically solidified everyone’s prejudice and perception of him, and rightfully proved them correct. It was his own actions that left him hated, abandoned, and alone, so yeah, he can’t complain now, it’s all his fault.

How would your OC react to the death of a friend/family member/loved one? Is there anyone they can confide in?

If Ligero died he would throw a fucking party for the ages.

Other than that, yeah, if someone he knew and cared about died he would be very heart broken about it. I think the only person he would really confide in about it would be Larc, but if it WAS Larc that died...I can only assume he would at the very least be severely depressed. He’s his favourite, cherished, little brat brother, after all.

What would your OC be like if they were evil. Or if they’re already evil what would they be like as the good guy?

This is an interesting question given that...I’ve already shown both sides to this, haven’t I? Maybe I’ll just let the story speak for itself...

How would your OC react to somebody telling them that they love them? (+ bonus give another characters/OC name!)

Siv would first play it off as a joke because defense mechanism! “Haha, yeah, and you know what I love? The bathroom!” and he would be off escape the situation. But if they were persistent, he would be very flustered and very...vulnerable, and scarily sentimental in his opinion. It would take some time, but I believe eventually he would really, truly accept it, in the end. Although patience is certainly a virtue, it took an entire childhood for him to use the L word for his brother.

What does your OC hate about themself? What lies about themself do they believe? On the flip side, What does your OC love about themself?

He hates being a bad person. He does not believe himself to be good or worthy of anything, thus he internalizes it wholeheartedly in order to gain that sense of control. So now that Siv’s accepted he will never be truly happy, he’s like, “Great! I can just not care about anyone else now.”

Thankfully, that’s changed recently, and he now believes, “You know what? I’m NOT a bad person! It’s everyone else that’s been wronging me! The problem with me is that I’ve been way to much of a coward to take what I deserve, so now I’m gonna do it, no matter what! I deserve to not be hurt anymore, and if I can’t do whatever it takes to achieve that, then how can I say I deserve to be happy in the first place?” Be sure to thank Calamity Ganon for that pep talk.

Right now Siv loves his power. He’s had the most control and power in this one relationship with Ganon than he’s ever had with anyone else in his entire life. He’s finally on top! Number one! He has something to really be proud of about himself! The old Siv hated themselves, but now that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Does your OC have any scars? How and when did they get them?

He doesn’t have any notable scars, especially given that he’s got the power o’ malice, baby! Malice is a representation of many things, one of them being time and memory, so it’s pretty easy for it to heal and return skin, flesh, and bone to a prior state. Perfect for healing and repairing people and objects, alike! Of course, malice is more famous for doing the opposite, sucking your soul out from you prematurely, feeling yourself die rapidly, your last breath being snatched and forced out of your lungs, a thousand breaths meant for a lifetime suddenly sapped out in a few minutes. But I don’t know why I’m talking about that, that’s not relevant haha

What is something your OC blames themself for and is it really their fault? Does it keep them up at night and is there any lingering trauma?

The Asunder Incident, he blames his actions for leading him to basically abandon his brother for like fifteen years. But that’s all I’m gonna say as I have plans to talk about his feelings on it further in the actual story.

In what situation would your OC be pushed to commit an act of violence? Would they go as far to kill someone if they had to? How would this affect them and their relationships with others?

Why, I can’t answer this in detail! That’d be giving away the story :3

Ok, maybe I’ll say this: Siv tells himself that he would do anything to get what he wants, of course he would do anything, because if he can’t, well then that just means he’s a pathetic coward who doesn’t deserve happiness anyways. So of course he claims that he will do anything, even killing someone.

What would your OC do if they were given god-like powers or the ability to change anything about the world for a whole day?

Siv would eliminate all shitty parents, maybe also give revive some dead people, and also permanently have a giant neon green tattoo of a dick be on Ligero’s forehead. Assivus would do the first thing, but he might also make everyone who has ever wronged him suffer for a very long time on top of that.

Describe one of your OC’s worst nightmares.

- Oh no, made a ficlet.

The first night he was in the castle, he had a dream.

There was a man, sitting across from him, dressed in glittering gold, with a green sash wrapped across his chest and waist. He was tapping his long nails against a desk, HIS desk, the white and purple quill still in the cup of ink, and blank parchment in front of him.

The man looked very out of place, and that was ignoring the fact that he was a withering corpse.

You’re dashing, aren’t you? The man said, still tapping his fingers. That’s when Siv realized that he was just sitting opposite to him, in the seat where guests were supposed to be. He tried to speak, but couldn’t. He tried to move, but couldn’t. He tried to blink, but didn’t.

He sat there and listened to the man, attentively.

Do you know what you’re doing here, Asunder? the man asked. Asivus didn’t. Do you know why I’ve allowed you here? What you are?

Siv didn’t know, but he couldn’t exactly express as such.

That’s because you don’t need to know. At least for now. The man leaned forward like mist, disappearing as Siv felt something pass through him, he couldn’t turn to look behind him as a delicate hand was on his shoulder. You’ll know things when I want you to know. You’ll say things when I want them to be said. And you will do things when I want them to be done. Because I own you. Err...

The man suddenly stopped to think, leaning on the right arm of Siv’s chair, tapping his bony chin, as if he had made a casual slip of the tongue. Because...you owe me. Yes, that’s the word. I’ve helped you so much Assivus Asunder. Or “will?” “Have?” “Am currently?” Futures and times are a funny thing. I apologize, I’ll have my words sorted out into something more professional and proper in our future.

The man spun around, and suddenly, he was no longer a corpse, but a dashing Gerudo man, dressed brilliantly and handsomely. His eyes were no longer a hollow gold, but green, somehow familiar.

The room was no longer some dinky orator office, but the sanctum of the castle, the apex of the kingdom. The man snapped his head towards him.

Let me ask you something, Assivus Asunder: Would you rather be here?

He gestured to the grand view of the sanctum, the sunset casting striking shades of red, black, and gold across the towering walls.

Or here?

The world spun once again, and they were suddenly on a dark street. The houses of Rauru diced the stone brick pavement. Siv glanced around and saw himself, sitting on the ground. There were two knights, one of them cursing loudly, and the other laying down beside him. There was so much blood and he could feel himself floating closer and—

No. NO. Wait. STOP. PLEASE! He tried to speak, scream, anything. No sound came. He saw a sword, a dark and rich puddle that seemed to even reflect his own face and—

They were suddenly back in the office.

Which is better? What do you prefer, of the two? I’m assuming the former? The man looked at him. I will allow you to nod yes or no to the former.

Siv immediately nodded a yes.

Trick question!The man boomed. Both are fantastic places, environments that you should love and cherish. There is so much good hiding in the places you would least expect, Assivus. I’ll help you remember that.

The world was suddenly nothing. Nothing but black. Just him, in a chair, staring at this smiling, pleasant, scary, red haired man.

Don’t you want help, Assivus? I think there’s something you want, that you need help attaining? Isn’t there something? There’s no shame in admitting.

Siv thought for a moment, then slowly nodded a yes.

Do you want MY help?

Uhh...Siv wasn’t sure what to make of that.

Perhaps you can do a favor for me?

Fuck no! was Siv’s immediate thought. Who the fuck—First off, I don’t think I really like you, actually, so—

Oh that’s alright! The man was suddenly very close to his face. Oh shit, could he hear my thoughts? Assivus, you can do whatever you want to do to be happy. I don’t want to force anything from you. He patted his cheek with a very cold hand.

In fact, I’ve now decided you don’t have to do anything for me. I am going to help you, and you don’t need to do anything in return. The man stood back, clasping his hands together. How does that sound?

I... He tried to speak, but remembered he couldn’t even move his lips.

I’m sorry again, Asunder. Here, I’ll allow you to speak now. The man didn’t even wave a hand, but Siv could suddenly feel how hoarse and dry his throat was.

So how about it, Assivus Asunder? I want you to be in charge of your destiny, I want you to be in total control. I would never force anything from you, I will simply be here, by your side, helping here and there, as you...figure it all out. How is that? Does that sound alright?

Siv opened his mouth, but couldn’t decide the words. If I say yes can I go back to sleep? Hella tired...

The man didn’t move, but Siv someone sensed a whisper beckoning somewhere with a “Yes. We’re all tired of many things, aren’t we?”

“O-Ok...” Siv finally said. “Alright, sure. I don’t see why n—”

Before the words were fully out of his mouth, the world suddenly stopped dead, as quick as a snap. He awoke from his bed with a jolt, his heart racing like he had just run a marathon, even though he didn’t find those last moments to be that thrilling or terrifying.

Siv sat for a moment longer, trying to contemplate the dream. But as most dreams are, the memory of it fell out of his grasp like loose sand between his fingers, and soon enough, it was already gone.

He flopped back into bed with a sigh.

Whatever it was, it was probably nothing.

What advice would your OC give to their younger self? What advice does your OC need now?

Already answered in a previous ask c:

#oc ask game #out of character #Asivus Hartell #hku spoilers #Yes the ficlet at the end I'd consider canon

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legendofmorons · 2 years

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Name: Myrah Audrey

Nicknames: little hawk (Urbosa and Astra), Dove (Revali), Myrs (Kaori, Kai, and Vasta)

Titles: Myrah of the gerudo, Flame to the hero,

Powers: lightning resistance, shadow manipulation, dream walking (she dosen’t know it), slight shape shifting (like color of eyes, shade of hair)

Height: 7'2

Bodyshape: pear shaped and buff as hell

Eyes: gold and Cat like

Hair: a natural fade from gerudo red at the roots to blond at the tips. Depending of how long it is depends on the colors present.

Skintone: dark amber

Piercings: two earlobe piercing, a few cartlidge, nose stud

Scars: so Many she can't count them. She's got one across her right shoulder blade from shield surfing gone wrong. A jagged scar from her left shoulder to the middle of her right ribcage because of a surprise lynel attack.

Other: When she dresses up she wears her gerudo jewelry and headpiece

Preffered weapon: scimitar

Proficient weapons: scimitar, swords, spears, bows

Fighting style: almost always offensive

Rank: a captain, but also part of the chieftan family and technically next in line despite not taking the role the last four times

Personality: rambunctious and loyal, she's usually happy and likes jokes.

Likes: music and dancing, sparring, catching bugs or frogs and lizards, teaching

Dislikes: being pushed, keese, Naboris, people who don't give their best

Allies: gerudo people, rito people, Kakariko village,

Friends: Impah, Zelda, Purah, Robbie, Link, Kai, Kaori, Vasta, Sidon, Yunooboo,

Enimies: Ganon ofc, the yiga, flower lady from the shrine

Family: Urbosa (aunt), Kaneshele (mother), Zachariah (father), Astra (cousin), Riju (4th removed cousin but called her niece)

Love intrests: Revali, Link, Sidon, Yona, and Maybe Zelda (me projecting? Absolutely)

Significant other: She was engaged to Revali, eventually ends up in a polycule with Purah, Zelda, Link, Sidon, and Yona

Other: Link's family has almost always been family in everything but blood to her

Favorite color: green and blue

Favorite food: spicy seafood stir fry

Favorite place: Coltera's fountain in the woods by Kakariko

Background: Myrah was born to Kaneshele and Zachariah, and spent half her time in Hateno with Link's family and her father. Though her mother died when she was 5 she was raised in the combined efforts of the Gerudo village, her aunt, and her father. She was second in lime for title of chief by 5 and training to be a knight by 12.

Myrah loves her father but they didn't get along after she was 11. She became Zelda's other gaurd and his been friends with Link since either could form a full thought.

She's descended from Midna and Twilight's Princess Link, and posees a few traits and powers as a result.

She met Revali when she was 16 and he was 17, and they were engaged at 17 and 18.

After the calamity struck and took her loved ones she took up a nomadic life with a home base in kakariko.

She helps Revali's sister raise her kids and so on. She stays present for her loved ones still alive and at 19 manages to freeze her aging so she can help Link when he comes back.

After four years she tried to free vahnaboris herself and nearly died despite managing to board it.

Other: She joins Link on his adventures through botw and joins his adventure late in totk.

#Misty's oc #myrah the gerudo #misty explains

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The Set-Up

Part Two of After. - s o read this first obvi

Lucy comes up with a plan to ruin Kiara.

warnings- absolute kiara hate, cursing.

Fatal flaws. The downfall of a person.

The Pogues had the tendency to believe that the entire world was out to get them; that we should all fall at their feet because they were not handed the right cards in life. As if it was any of our faults but low and behold, they made it their mission to make it our problem. Lucy had always been sympathetic to them but now she realized that the festering within them, the entitlement that they all possessed.

Kiara was the worst of them. The self righteous bitch that thought she was all too good for the Kooks because she liked to surf for god's sake. As if it made her oh so special that she liked animals and the ocean.

Oh, spare us all.

She was a Kook, and when she didn’t fit in as she wanted, she left them all as if we were nothing. At least Lucy and her friends were well aware of what they had but Kiara didn’t seem to realize just how far she could fall.

Lucy would relish in pushing her and watching just how long it will take her to hit the ground.

A week had passed since the day she went to the restaurant, a week for her to realize the truth and a week to figure out how she wanted to hurt them all. Sure, Lucy knew how the girl pined over JJ but she also knew the girl had a thing for Rafe Cameron when she graced us with her presence at the Academy; before ditching everyone for the Pogue life.

“Are you sure?” Topper asked with a fighting smile, Rafe and Kelce wore matching full grins as Lucy laid out her big plans for Kiara. Lucy nodded with a smile of her own, “Make her suffer.” She directed at Rafe because this was all in his hands now. Lucy had proposed that Rafe flirt with Kiara, make her feel special, lure her in, and then break her into little pieces so she could watch.

So now the three of them pulled up to the Boneyard in separate cars, a party already in full swing, Lucy jumped out of her car and the boys followed suit as they met up, “Apologize to her, use me as an excuse. Tell her you're sorry for what I said to her.” Lucy turned to Rafe who was looking as confident as ever as he nodded in exasperation, “You know I do know how to flirt, Luce.” Lucy rolled her eyes and gestured for them to go.

She wore a pair of jean shorts that hugged her thighs and a tank top that showed a sliver of her stomach, let them all see, Lucy didn’t really care anymore. So the four of them walked onto the sand, eyes turning to watch them before adverting when they saw the healing marks on her face and body. Topper threw an arm over her shoulder when Rafe split to carry out his part. Topper led her over to the designated Kook side of the beach before placing a red cup in her hand, “water,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on her temple when she nodded in thanks. They weren’t here to party, they were here for something more as she kept a watchful eye on Rafe and Kiara throughout the night. Her entitled, bitchy expression when her friend approached, the little laughs she let out when he said something charming to the red flush on her check when Rafe touched her. Topper kept a hand on her the whole night and it was a comforting thing she relished in.

But it would be a lie that her eyes didn’t narrow when Kiara touched his arm or when he leaned in to whisper in her ear, Lucy’s hand tightened where it is laid on Topper's leg and he leaned in, “Want me to take you home?” and she nodded, deciding she didn’t really need to watch Rafe flirt with Kiara all night. Topper pulled her up and she looked to Kelce, “Keep an eye on him, please.” The boy nodded with a slight smile as Topper led her back to his car.

She could wait until tomorrow for the good news.

Topper took her home in silence, his hand on her leg the whole drive home, a thumb tracing the welts on her legs carefully. When he pulled up in front of her house, intending to drop her off and go home himself, she grabbed his hand and squeezed, “Please don’t leave me alone tonight.” It had become a common theme for her to coax one of the boys to stay with her, they never said anything about it but they knew she couldn’t stand to be alone. Last night Kelce stayed and the night before it was Rafe. Topper nodded but told her he needed things from his own house and that she could just sleep there instead but she didn’t care about the terms only that he’d be there.

So when the two of them finally laid down for bed she could deal with the thoughts in her head and close her eyes in peace knowing someone was next to her.

She woke up alone. Topper’s white sheets were wrapped around her as the sunlight perfectly shined through into her eyes, Lucy groaned in annoyance, shielding her eyes as she sat up. The sound of loud laughter sounded from downstairs and she followed it, clothed in a long shirt Topper gave her and some running shorts she had left here over the years.

She saw the three of them laughing in the living room, all lounging on different couches, still groggy and tired from the sun waking her up, Lucy trudged to the couch Topper was on and plopped down next to him, “morning luce.” he smiled at her. Rafe only looked her over hesitantly and she grinned, “Well? How’d it go Cameron?”

Kelce let out a laugh, “Oh this is going to be so much fun.” Rafe shook his head with a shit-eating grin, “He’s got a date tonight,”

Lucy laid down, her head in Topper’s lap as she let out a laugh at the visual of Rafe and Kiara together, “Don’t go falling in love now.” she teased as Topper ran his fingers through her hair but Rafe only rolled his eyes in response. The boys fell into another easy conversation while she stared up at the ceiling in thought. They must have arrested JJ but they couldn’t hold him; there was a large chance they let him go. Lucy wondered if he went back to his friends as if nothing happened or if he thought of her. If he would pretend he couldn’t remember, that it was the alcohol, if he would try to find her and explain himself. The excuses he’d think of or the apology she deserved but didn’t quite know if she wanted.

Lucy didn’t know that Rafe was watching her. The way her fingers fidgeted and the growing look of anxiety on her face before he cut in if only to wipe that pained look off her face, “I’m going to head out. Do you need a ride home Lucy?” And she was gratefully internally as she nodded, sitting up. Lucy grabbed Rafe’s hand when he neared and waved goodbye to her two friends as Rafe took her to his car. She was quiet as he pulled out of the driveway and to the familiar road to her house, “Are you regretting this?” Rafe asked quietly and she just shook her head slightly. It was true, she wasn’t regretting her path of revenge, “Then what's got you so quiet?” Rafe put the car in park in front of her house, the drive a very short one between all of their houses.

How could she admit that she was just scared? It was an annoying fact she had to deal with, she should just feel the burn of anger but the truth itself was bitter; Lucy was scared of seeing JJ. Scared of accidentally running into him in public or seeing him with his friends. Scared of how he would act or how she would react.

Rafe laid a hand on the side of her face to bring her attention back to him. Lucy sighed shakily, “I’m scared. I never want to see him again.” Rafe nodded, he could understand that so he settled for pulling her in, placing a kiss on her forehead, “We won’t let him near you again.” She knew he couldn’t promise that but appreciated it anyways.

“Come over after your date tonight, tell me all about it.” She smiled as she still slightly teased him. Rafe groaned with a grin, “I'd rather spend the day with you,” His usual sweet words made her warm inside. Lucy just kissed him on the cheek and opened the door, waving to him when she got to her front door.

She was much too tired to dissect her feelings for Rafe and it was pointless anyways.

Lucy spent the day with her mom at the club, lounging in a chair by the pool and basking in the sun. It was something they would do all the time before she met JJ. When the sun began to set they went home and ate dinner. It was a taste of normality again.

That night, she must have dozed off because Lucy awoke to the door opening to her bedroom. She sat up on her elbows as Rafe walked inside looking worse for wear, “Rafe?” Lucy mumbled in the dark room, the sun long gone.

He only ran a hand over his face before tugging the shirt over his head and sitting on the side of her bed. Lucy slid to where he was and ran a hand up his back, reveling in the warmth he gave off; but something was wrong, “What happened?”

She laid her head on his shoulder and Rafe turned his head to be able to see her face, “She kissed me,” Lucy’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help but smile against his shoulder, “That’s a good thing, Rafe. That's what we wanted.” He only hunched over, his elbows on his knees.

“Come lay down,” Lucy spoke quietly as she slid back and made room for him. Rafe slid off his pants, leaving him in his underwear before he laid down next to her. The faced each other, Lucy’s eyes scanning over his face to figure him out, “Rafe-

“I don’t want you to freak out.”

She frowned but his hands reached out, wrapping around her waist under the comforter, pulling her into his chest. Their legs tangled together, one of his thighs wedged in between her legs and an arm behind her head with the other on her waist. Lucy tried to relax, her head resting where his neck met his shoulder, “Not freaking out.” She whispered to try and lighten his mood and was pleasantly surprised when she looked up and saw a slight smile on his face. Lucy could tell he wasn't in the mood to chat so they laid there in silence, in each others arms until she finally couldn’t keep her eyes open and drifted off to sleep.

And so weeks flew past them. Bruises faded, now she only had her memory to remind her of the horrific night. Kiara was as good as a lost puppy whenever Rafe was around; just as we all wanted her. Rafe would come over and spend the night with her after every evening he spent with Kiara, sleeping in each others arms, Lucy grew way too attached to her friend. When he would tell her of the things he did with Kiara she tried not to let it get to her, even though it was all her idea; things had subtly shifted.

It would be soon now, Midsummers were coming up and Lucy would attend on Rafe's arm, humiliating the girl he had strung along all this time.

Kiara would fall in front of them all. She made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with any Kooks so we’ll give her exactly what she thought she wanted.

Kiara Carrera would become nothing to those on our side of the island. You get what you give, baby.

And she would get exactly what she deserved.

#rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x oc #rafe #kiara carrera

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