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dollwrites · 8 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), human!fem!reader, dumbification, fellatio, mindbreak, two dick!sukuna, making out with sukuna’s belly mouth hehehe, degradation, multiple cock worship, true form!sukuna, mentions of flirting with death, smothering, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day seventeen [ ryomen sukuna + dumbification ]

“My, I think I’ve truly broken you now.”

his voice was thunderous; and surrounded you— engulfed you in vibratory baritones that would’ve melted any thoughts you might’ve had— had your brain still harbored the capacity to produce any. the autonomous luxury of thinking for yourself had long been fucked out of you, and you were left with muscle memory. base instinct.

“You act just like an animal now, a bitch who’s always in heat.” the grin the curse wore was evident, even though you couldn’t see his face. he was proud to have destroyed who you had been, and created a living, breathing sex toy in your place. both, massive cocks obstruct your view as their weight lays across your face, and you drag your lips, parted and drooling, over every ridgid vein. you could suffocate under their heat, Sukuna’s raw musk, and the idea alone excited you. “Yip for me, wild bitch.”

your eyes roll back in your head, and you mewl for him, gurgling against his skin. even his insults had become intoxicating. he could make you cum by telling you how worthless you were, and how little you mattered outside of draining his balls, and your cunt would tremble and weep for him all the same. you let out a pathetic, half bark, kissing your way down to his heavy balls, smashing your face into them, smothering yourself in his stench. the smell of sweat and cum that clings to the rough hair and salty skin.

“That’s a good girl,” with a hand heavy on your head, he pushes your face deeper, allowing you an inch closer to asphyxiation. your feet slip out from under your butt, kicking slowly, “You’ve been fucked so dumb, haven’t you? Stupid girl, you can’t even feel that you’re about to suffocate between my legs. Do you even care anymore?” he purrs, the crimson in his gaze wild and looking down at you with impish delight, “Look up at your master, fuck meat. Watch me smile as you teeter on the edge of death.”

your legs are the only things that try and protest your smothering— sliding against the gritty ground, but your arms hang, hopelessly at your sides. and though you choke and garble against his gnads, you can bring no oxygen into your lungs, your eyes start to water as they flicker up the length of his mighty torso at him. the mouth that splits his stomach is grinning wider than the one on his countenance, baring sharp teeth.

“Your glassy eyes trying to focus on me while you struggle for breath makes my cocks hard.” he chuckles, smearing your face against the dual bases, a growl rumbling as you choke on him, “To think that you’d been the brightest, young thing your village had to offer me, and now not a single thought lives behind those dazed eyes. I’m afraid I’ve turned you braindead.” he chuckles, and it sounds like unfiltered malice. “You’re not even alive anymore, not truly. You rely on my cocks to live now, don’t you?” his fingernails dig into your scalp, prying you from his groin, and you sputter and choke on the influx of oxygen that burns your deflated lungs. your mouth slack, tongue hanging out, and drool leaks from the tip of it, but all you can taste is his musk. the scent of him that he’s bedaubed your countenance in. “You’re not living if I’m not inside that fragile, little body, gaping your greedy holes. Am I wrong?”

but you shake your head, hanging limp in his grasp, before he laughs and releases you; your face smears against his abdomen, meeting the mouth there, and the lips part to allow the fat tongue to slither out. you, too, push your tongue closer, and the curse’s muscle dominates your smaller, weaker one, coiling around it, before filling your entire cavern with its girth. the imposing length of it ensures that he can taste the inside of your throat when he pushes you flush against his belly, your cheeks scraping the harsh, sharpened teeth. you’re half convinced that he could probe all the way through you with that wicked, thick tongue of his, but he’s simply being merciful by forcing you to gag and cluck as it bulges against your windpipe.

“You worship every inch of me, and take me in every hole like you’re the bravest little whore. But in reality, I know the truth.” he grins, bestial and depraved, and runs his thick, calloused fingers through your hair, leaning back to watch your mouth and gullet decimated by yet another organ of his. “You’re just too stupid to care if you choke to death on my tongue, and too greedy to mind the sensation of my big cocks tearing your ass apart.”

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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months

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"I can hear you!"

PAIRING | Tony Stark x Avenger!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.8K

SUMMARY | After a rather intimate moment in the kitchen with Tony, you go to your room to take the edge off for yourself. When he happens to walk by and hear you moan out his name, he can't help himself as he walks in, wanting to give you the pleasure you're so desperately craving from him.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Age gap, mutual pining, friends to lovers, use of nickname (Cupcake)

SMUT | Voyeurism, masturbation, use of vibrator, nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cream pie, aftercare

A/N | This one-shot is based on a request I received from a lovely Anon! From the moment I saw this request, the gears in my head started turning, and they haven't stopped ever since. This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1; I could not have written this without your help and support 🩷

EVENTS Masterlist | @mcukinkbingo | Position: missionary

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

You're practically floating around the communal kitchen while baking, one of your favorite pastime activities. You tend to make the sweetest treats imaginable when you're not away for missions, hanging out with friends, or buried with your nose in a book. One person, in particular, has greatly liked you and your expert baking skills.

Since you joined the Avengers almost five years ago, Tony hasn't been able to keep his gaze off you because you radiate natural happiness and calm. On the battlefield, you always manage to keep a level head no matter how difficult it gets, which he admires. During those years, he has also developed a massive crush on you, which he has managed to keep under wraps all this time. Little does he know, you feel the same about him, too.

"Are you excited to see Tony again?" Natasha asks as you put the cookies in the oven. You made a batch specifically for him after he texted you about how rough his last mission was. The butterflies in your stomach go wild at the mention of his name, though you pretend nothing's going on, just like you have done all this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Nat," you said while rolling your eyes, though you know exactly what she's talking about. You've been crushing on Tony for a long time, too, and it seemed to be visible to everyone except you and him.

"Sure you do," she says before standing up straight, letting you know they're back before going to her room to give the two of you some privacy. Tony walks into the kitchen with a look of defeat on his face, and your heart sinks at the sight—you've rarely seen him like this before.

"Hi, Cupcake," he says to you as he sits down on a chair by the kitchen island, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's really struggling, and you know he needs your company right now.

"Shall I make you a cup of tea? I have cookies in the oven that are almost done as well," you tell him, and he hums appreciatively. Before he met you, he would immediately grab something stronger, but something inside him flipped the moment you took care of him after a challenging mission. So now, he prefers to drink some tea and enjoy your baked goods while in your company because simply being around you lifts his mood.

The tea is quickly made, and you walk around the kitchen island to sit next to him as you put his mug in front of him.

"Thank you," he whispers before he places his head on your shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. His eyes are closed as his hands wrap around the warm ceramic of the mug, and he can immediately feel himself calming down. Your familiar scent and warmth radiate comfort to Tony, and the two of you stay like that until the cookies are done, and you have to get them out of the oven.

"Would you like to try one? I made your favorites after hearing about the mission," you said shyly, and Tony immediately perked up. Knowing you made these specifically for him made his heart beat faster, and the sparkle in his dark brown eyes returned.

"How could I say no to your delicious baked goods, Cupcake? They're my favorites after a long mission," he says, and you nod. You put two of them on a plate before sitting down again and letting them cool while you sip your tea.

"Are you ready to talk about it?" you ask him, but he shakes his head. Tony usually talked about his missions with you as a 'debriefing,' but he wants to live in your comfortable bubble right now.

"Okay," you say softly before sipping your tea again, and Tony does the same with his. He groans softly as the warm liquid slowly makes its way down his throat, soothing him from the inside out. When he puts his mug down, you break off a bit of a cookie before holding it to his lips. It's a seemingly innocent gesture, but how he looks at you with a fire in his eyes lets you know it is anything but.

Your eyes flick from his plump, pink lips to his dark, chocolate-brown eyes, and you must suppress the whimper that wants to move out of your chest. The way your heart beats faster as you lift the baked good to his mouth doesn't go unnoticed by you, but from the look on his face, you know he's feeling the same, too.

His lips parted slightly before he took a bite of the sweet cookie, the taste exploding on his tongue in the best way possible. A soft moan escapes his lips, and you clench your thighs together at the sound, wishing it was you who was coaxing them out instead of the sweet cookie in his mouth. He keeps his eyes closed as he enjoys the taste, though before he can open them, you excuse yourself, quickly making your way to your room after what just happened.

Tony is confused as he wonders what he did wrong, but he ultimately decides to leave it be for now, as he doesn't have the emotional bandwidth to go after you. He makes a mental note to check up on you later, though he won't know what hit him once he does.

A few hours have passed since you shared that intimate moment with Tony, and you're still horrified by how you left him there. At first, you paced through your room while debating whether or not to go back, and when you finally decided to do so, he was gone, and you were too late.

Now you were thinking about the whole ordeal again, and more specifically about the soft moan, Tony let out when he tasted your cookie and the arousal he made you feel by doing that. A flame roars up in your belly at the thought alone, so you decide to help yourself using your trusty vibrator like you have done countless times before.

The lilac-colored silicone toy lands on your bed with a soft thud before you remove your clothes, leaving you in only your underwear. You quickly slip under the covers before getting comfortable, your vibrator in your hand as you tease yourself a little bit first.

The toy comes to life with a soft hum, and you place it over your panties for some light teasing over your clit. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you move it up and down, your hips rutting up. The friction of the vibrations combined with your arousal has you on the edge of release sooner than you thought, so you stop yourself before it's too late.

This time you guide the toy under your panties, sliding it through your soaked folds before turning it on, making you gasp at the feeling of it against your sensitive clit. You moan softly as you rub it over the sensitive bundle of nerves, all the while memories of Tony go through your mind.

When you slide the toy into your pussy, you moan Tony's name loudly as you turn up the setting on it, giving you more and more pleasure while you take your time with it. Your free hand is rolling and tugging on your nipples under your bra, only adding to your pleasure.

The moment you gasped out Tony's name, he happened to walk over to your room to talk about what happened, but he came to a halt right the moment you moaned his name. At first, he wasn't sure he heard you correctly, but the moans became louder, and he could clearly hear you say his name.

Tony can feel himself chub up in his pants, and he's thankful he decided not to put on any underwear after his shower; it would only have been in the way of him and his pleasure. He listens for just a moment longer until he's almost at the point of cumming untouched, which is when he knocks on the door, and you shriek at the sudden sound.

"Uh—oh, one moment!" you say as you quickly put your vibrator into your drawer, not caring about the clean-up for now. All you know is that whoever is on the other side of the door probably heard you, and you're scared to find out who it is.

"Come in," you say after gathering yourself back together for a moment, but all that goes out the window when you see it's Tony, who is on the other side of the door. All color drains from your face at the realization. He definitely heard you moan his name, and now he knows you've been fantasizing about him.

"T-Tony, hi..." you say as your voice trails off, and your gaze lowers. Your line of sight is immediately drawn to the tent he's pitching in his pants. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight before quickly looking away as you know you shouldn't be staring at him and his cock - which has invaded your mind for way too long now.

"I came here to talk, but I think I might want to do something else instead. Hearing you moan my name like that got me so fucking hard for you, Cupcake, and I think I know the best way to relieve myself of the tension," he says confidently as he walks over to you, and all you can do is nod.

"Let me show you how a real cock can make you cum, and I will ensure you it'll be much better than the shitty excuse of a toy you just fucked yourself on," he continues, stripping himself of every last bit of clothing while walking over to you. He kneels on the bed before crawling over to you, caging you in between his arms before lowering himself until he's only a few inches away from your face.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now, Cupcake. I won't be able to once I've tasted you," he whispers, but you shake your head. You don't want him to stop; you want him to make you fall apart on his cock like he promised, as well as so much more.

"I need you, Tony, please," you tell him, and within less than a second, his lips are on yours in a bruising kiss, all the air punched out of your lungs at the movement. Your hand laces into his hair while your other one glides down his back until you've reached his ass, squeezing it in a bold moment. The moan leaving Tony's lips has you ruining your panties even further as a gush of arousal soaks them.

"I've been waiting so long for this, Cupcake; I need you so bad," Tony says, and you nod as he strips the comforter away from you, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties before him. The fabric of both is pulled off your body in an instant, leaving you bare to him.

"Look at you, Cupcake, you're an absolute sight for sore eyes," Tony tells you as his fingers glide over your body, softly tugging on your nipples before sliding through your folds and gathering the slick there. He puts his fingers in his mouth as he hums appreciatively, and your eyes flutter shut at the sight before you.

"Look at me, Cupcake; I need you to look at me when I slide into you for the first time. I need to commit every second of it to memory because I know it'll be a sight I'll never be able to forget,'' he whispers, and you do as he asks. His hand wraps around his long, veiny monster he calls a cock before pumping a few times and lining up with your entrance.

"Take a deep breath for me, Cupcake," he tells you, and when you do, he slides in with a single thrust, and your back arches into him as you moan his name loudly. The smirk on his face is unmistakable as he allows you to adjust to his size, but he doesn't get a chance to say anything before you do.

"Fuck, I love you so much," you tell him as your fingers squeeze his biceps to ground yourself as you adjust to his size. You've never been with anyone of Tony's size, and even though it's a pleasurable burn, you want him to stay still for a bit longer.

Tony looks down at you with wide eyes after your love confession.

"I love you too, Cupcake. God, I've been dying to tell you that," he says with a breathy laugh, and you pull him down for a kiss as he starts to set a slow pace, his hips rolling against your pelvis in a leisurely rhythm. He cannot even begin to tell you how long he's been waiting to tell you that, but now that he has, he can't stop telling you.

"You're so beautiful, loving, and funny, and I love you so fucking much," he says, and you nod as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

"I love you too, Tony, so much," and with those words, he sets a fast pace that has you screaming his name within no time at all. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans make for a beautiful chorus that Tony can't get enough of as he's nearing the end of his ropes.

"Fuck, 'm close! Where do you want me, Cupcake?" he asks you, but you already know the answer.

"Inside me, Tony, I'm on birth control," you say, and he lets out a sigh of relief at your words. Even though you know it isn't the safest option, you don't want to let him go. You want him to cum inside you and mark you as his because you are exactly that. His.

"Yeah? Does my girl want my cum in her sweet, tight pussy?" he asks, and you nod as you slide your hand between your bodies, your fingers playing with your clit until you're trembling and clenching around Tony's cock, milking him for all he's worth.

His pace falters quickly after your orgasm, and with a loud grunt, he shoots every last drop of his cum in your pussy until he's spent. As he falls to the side, he pulls you with him to have you close as you're both enjoying the post-sex haze.

When you both come down from your high, you take a shower together where there are more kisses shared, as well as some less innocent touches, but you're both sensitive from the sex, so you both keep it to a minimum. When you're both finished and dry, you head to the kitchen to prepare some more tea.

"I'm a lucky man with you, Cupcake," Tony tells you as he stands behind you. You're wearing nothing more than his shirt and a pair of panties, while Tony is only clad in his jeans. He places some soft kisses on your neck, his facial hair making you giggle as he does.

You don't notice the rest of the Avengers slowly coming into the kitchen, too, and they're all sharing looks as they see the two of you all cozy by the counter.

"Finally! It took you guys long enough!" Natasha says, and that's when you both look at all the Avengers. Tony keeps you close to him as a blush spreads over both of your faces, making her laugh loudly. You give Tony a look of 'What is she talking about?' but he shrugs before placing a kiss against your temple.

"Guys, come on. The sexual tension has been dripping off you both ever since you first met; it's a miracle it took this long. However, as long as you let me be the maid of honor during your wedding, I will support your relationship with all my heart," Natasha tells you, making everyone laugh.

"Deal!" you say as you melt into Tony's hold. After that, congratulations were exchanged, and everyone quickly accepted your relationship. From that moment on, you and Tony were inseparable, and you are nothing if not a woman of your word, so the moment Tony proposed to you, you asked Nat to be your maid of honor, which she happily accepted.

Life with Tony is nothing short of amazing, and you're secretly thanking yourself every day for moaning his name that day because it brought you the best thing that has ever happened to you. It shows that sometimes the best things can bloom from the most embarrassing moments, but you wouldn't change this one for the world.

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 3 months

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I don't mind (leeminho)

It wasn't the first time you and Minho had gotten a little carried away while making out. A quick peck on the lips while watching a movie on the couch had suddenly turned into a full on make out session that had the two of you scrambling upstairs, limbs intertwined and messy hair and and hands all over the place and really ... who could blame you?

You two had officially started dating only fairly recently but the more time you spent with him the more you wanted him all to yourself. Especially on some of his days off when the both of you felt way too lazy and too cozy to leave the house and would just hang out in your comfy sweats and drink tea while watching random shit on Netflix.

The thing is: even at his most relaxed and cozy, bare faced and untamed hair, your boyfriend looked exceptionally good. It was almost like his chill, quiet aura and casual look made him even more attractive in your eyes, like he was just there, existing in hot.

This time around there was something just so irresistible about his dark, fluffy and slightly messy hair and tired eyes and the way he had been repeatedly stroking your arm and the outline of your hip while you were staring at the screen, that it had all just made you want him so bad.

So there you were, straddling his lap as he sits on the edge of his bed, hands now firmly grabbing your bum, now moving your tangled hair away from your face as he hungrily kissed you and you tipped your head back is if to give him easier access and control, feeling your insides getting progressively warmer and tinglier with each and every of his moves.

You roll your hips gently, eliciting a low rumble in his throat as he reluctantly stops kissing you, wild eyes and short breath fanning your face as he slips his fingers past the hem of your shirt and starts to roll the fabric upwards, signaling his intention in taking it off of you. And that's when you freeze on the spot.

Your heart dropping to the base of your stomach, the very same arms you had wrapped around his neck now falling limp at your sides, your face turning into a frown.

"Whats wrong?", Minho asks, his hands stopping just short of your bellybutton, releasing your shirt that falls back down your sides with the motion. "I - I uh..." your breath catches in your throat a little and you stumble on your words, unable to meet his soft but intent gaze that searches your face for answers, "I - ugh", you sigh loudly and roll your eyes with frustration at your own self, "I have really ugly scars on my chest", you confess, mentally preparing for the same old speech you rehearsed so many times over in your head cause you knew the moment would eventually come.

For as much as you could always tell when he was feeling a little horny by the way he would smirk at you and tease you nonstop, Minho had never pressured you into anything, he really just initiated things and then was always trying to read your face and see how you'd react to his touch.

The more you seemed comfortable, eager even, to have him merely giving you that sort of attention, the more confident he grew and tried to test how far along you'd go. And truly, if it wasn't for how insecure your scars made you, you would have given him full permission to see you half naked ages ago.

Minho blinks at you, tilting his head to the side, slightly opening his mouth in that cute v shape as he looks at you confusedly, "I had a boob job okay? Back when I was 17. It was actually a breast reduction cause I had almost double d's and they were very uncomfortable and were causing me back problems and frequent chest pain and my rib cage was suffering and-" you stop rambling, catching your breath for a bit, still looking down at your lap as you further confess your troubles after a brief second.

"I don't regret it one bit. The best decision I made so far, really. But even though it's been years the scars never properly faded. The one on the left side is still a bit raised and rough to the touch and it's just... It's just - they look so bad".

The room falls quiet for what feels like an eternity when you know it's probably a few seconds, but at least now that you said it all you feel a little lighter, a little more confident as you slowly lift your eyes up to Minho who's still looking at you. "I don't care" he deadpans, his tone not even harsh just very... Indifferent? "I literally do not care, at all. I have a scar too, actually".

You barely have any time to register what's happening before he takes off his own shirt, revealing his toned chest, his pectorals prominent and his visible but softer upper abs which do show a darker patch of skin at the edges of a scar, "had to have surgery when I was a kid. I hate it. I don't want to talk about it. Never fully faded and never will but... It is what it is", he shrugs, his eyes quickly returning to your bewildered ones as you scan his beautiful chest.

"I think you look great", you breathe out, a genuinely fond smile creeping up your lips. You almost cannot believe he just exposed himself like that, only to make you feel better about your own scars.

Minho smiles back at you and sucks on his teeth, "thank you", his arms circle your waist and his hands rest on your lower back, bringing you a little closer to him, "you don't need to do this, though. You can take off your shirt or you can keep it on, either way I don't mind. I felt your tits before, I know they're great anyway".

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finalgirlfae · 1 year

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girls got rhythm, randall “pink” floyd

summary: y/n gets a little too tipsy at a party and randall takes care of her

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x f!reader

genre: fluff

note: this might be a little inaccurate because i’m not a drinker i’m a stoner🫠

music blasted through the speakers of the house as you danced with a red cup full of beer in your hand. it was one of those better summer nights, not too hot and not too cold. it was the perfect amount of warm with a cool breeze overhead.

“having fun?” jodi asked, laughing at the way you danced when you were drunk. you looked like one of those babies who just learned to walk, stumbling around and tripping over yourself a little. this was truly one of the better nights, no more stressors of school and exams. just partying and being with your friends.

you gave no verbal response, just a big smile paired with you tossing your hands in the air. since your cup was full of budweiser the action caused the beer to splash, falling on you and jodi.

“you bitch!” jodi laughed and playfully smacked your arm, she wiped the spilled beer off her face. “i’m gonna go find darla,” jodi began to leave but turned back around and took the cup from you. “and no more drinking for you.” she teased, pointing a finger in your face.

you puffed at her, dramatically crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re not the boss of me.”

she placed her hands on her hips, matching your energy with a smile before walking closer to you. “no but i’m your best friend. same difference.”

you turned away from her, “whatever.” jodi laughed as she watched you stumble away, nearly tripping over your brown wedged heels. they went great with the high waisted denim bell bottoms and dark purple halter top.

you walked around the party, passing through sweaty bodies and clouds of smoke before reaching the other end of the house and finding the man you were looking for. slater.

“slater!” you cheesed, dragging out the last syllable of his name. he smiled at you, obviously high off his ass right now. “y/n, what’s up man?”

you turned to make sure jodi wasn’t behind you before turning back to slater and whispering, “you got a joint on you, man?”

“man you know i do.” he giggled, digging in his pocket before pulling out a pre roll. “$15 bucks.”

you raised a brow at him. “15 bucks? man the only reason you’re at this party and not home studying for summer school is because i helped you cheat in bio.”

he rolled his eyes. “fine. 5.”

you smiled and pulled a 5 dollar bill from inside your shirt. he cringed at the bill as you placed it in his hand. “really? boob money?”

“mhm.” you snatched the joint from him. “closest you’ll ever get to the twins.” you spoke, squishing your boob as a joke before backing up into the crowd again. on the other side of the house in the kitchen pink was leaned against the counter, listening to o’bannion rave to the guys about the hookup he allegedly had with some college girl.

“i’m telling you man, she was spinning on my shit.” o’bannion raved, getting overly excited about the memory. pink only shook his head, taking a sip of his cup full of ginger ale. he was a designated driver tonight, so it was no drinking or smoking for him.

“she was bouncing on my shit like a god damn bunny rabbit. i swear to you man those delaware chicks are wild.” benny sipped his beer and patted o’babnion on the shoulder. “yeah buddy, sure you did.”

“i’m telling the truth!” he was starting to get riled up again. “pink,”

“huh?” pink looked up from his cup, staring at his friends. it’s not that he didn’t wanna be here, but it’s just that he’d rather spend his time with his girlfriend instead of sitting around listening to the guys rave about how many girls they fucked this year. the only reason he came to the party was to see you, you had been hanging with the girls for the last few days and didn’t really get a chance to see each other.

“what do you think, man? they think i’m lying.” o’bannion was clearly already drunk, pink could tell by the hiccups in his voice. he humored his friend, patting him on the shoulder

“you want my honest opinion?��

“uh huh.”

pink shrugged. “i think you’re a pig.”

the group laughed and pink smiled a bit, sipping his soda.

“you only say that cause you don’t like to kiss and tell.” o’bannion put the cup down and pointed a finger in his face. he walked over to pink, tripping over his own feet in the process and falling into the counter. “if i was with a girl like y/n you’d never hear the end of it.” he hiccuped at the end of the sentence.

“okay!” donny spoke, gripping o’bannion’s shoulder and pulling him away. “let’s stop talking crazy before randall breaks your face.” donny pulled the drunken boy out of the kitchen and maybe outside to sober him up a little. it was bad to let o’bannion run around unfiltered and full of alcohol, who knows what’d he’d say?

“randy!” it was dawson’s voice called out to pink, he was peeking his head through the door frame of the kitchen.

“what?”

dawson motioned quickly with his hand, calling pink over to him. “you gotta see what y/n is doing right now man. she’s dancing with darla.”

“oh shit,” pink grumbled. he put down the cup and quickly followed dawson out the kitchen and to the dining room of the house where the music got louder.

i been around the world

i’ve seen a million girls

ain’t none of them got

what my lady got

you were stood on top a table with darla, both of you shaking your hips and attracting even more of a crowd. people stood around the table, calling and cheering the both of you on.

pink liked to call you and darla the evil twins because every time you two were paired together with music and substances, nothing good was to come of it.

she stealin the spotlight

knocks me off my feet

she’s enough to start a landslide

just walkin’ down the street

he pushed through the crowd until he was at the table. pink stood next to jodi who had her arms crossed and an amused look on her face as she watched you and darla dance.

“and you just let this happen?” pink spoke above the music, crossing his arms and not pulling his eyes off the way your body moved.

jodi shrugged. “you know you can’t stop y/n when she parties. look at her.”

pink and jodi both tilted their heads, looking at the way you pressed your back to darla and how the girl began to grind against you.

wearin dresses so tight

and lookin like dynamite

about to blow me away

“i’m not gonna lie, i’m actually a little jealous right now.” pink spoke to jodi making her laugh. darla had a firm grip of your hips and definitely wasn’t letting go any time soon. she turned both of you, making you face pink as her arms slid around your waist and rocked you to the music. she smiled at your boyfriend, sticking her tongue out and continuing to dance.

no doubt about it

can’t live without it

that girl’s got rhythm

“yeah,” pink spoke, watching how the both of you moved. “enough of that.”

jodi laughed as pink moved closer to the table, wrapping strong arms around your legs and lifting you up. you screamed a little as you were thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carried out of the living room.

pink walked back to the kitchen and sat you in the counter, looking at how your face pouted. “you are such a party pooper randall floyd!” you slurred, leaning back and hitting your head on the cabinet. you groaned in pain. “ow.”

“how many drinks have you had tonight?” pink stood in between your legs, looking at you closely and running his hands over your thighs. he put a hand up to the back of your head, massaging it gently.

you titled your head at him, ignoring the question completely. “you’re so pretty.”

your boyfriend smiled at you and laughed before digging in his pocket for the car keys. “yeah, i’m taking you home.”

“noo!” you whined out, gripping his arm. “i wanna stay and dance.”

“you are way too fucked up to be here right now. you smell like a dispensary too.” he spoke, commenting on the heavy weed smell from the joint you had smoked earlier.

“i haven’t even smoked tonight.” you lied, rubbing his arm gently. pink looked down at your manicured fingers and how they traced over his muscles. he gripped your hand, stopping you from feeling up his arms. “nice try, you can’t flirt your way out of this.”

“noo let me stay. i promise, ‘m good.”

pink thought about it for a second. “alright. if you can walk in a straight line back to the living room i’ll let you stay.”

you smiled deeply at pink. “observe.” you spoke in an overly cocky tone, sliding off the counter top to stand. you stumbled a bit, the room was spinning in about three different directions and right now to were regretting the shots you took with darla before your impromptu table dance.

you turned your head to pink and he gave you an amused look, motioning with his hands for you to go on. you turned back and took a deep breath.

just walking in a straight line, i can do it

you couldn’t even take a full step before you came crashing to the floor. luckily your boyfriend had fast reflexes and was able to hook your waist with his arm, tugging you into his chest before you fell down.

pink kissed the side of your head before whispering in a teasing tone, “you’re smashed.”

you didn’t respond, much too embarrassed to justify yourself to him right now. pink put your arm over his shoulder and kept his arm around your waist as he began to walk you out of the house. when you reached the front lawn you got away from him stumbling around a few before falling on to the grass.

pink sighed. “you plan on getting up?”

“it’s so comfy.” you muttered, rolling over on to your back. the cool grass was a nice feeling in your drunken state, it felt good against your skin.

“i’m sure it is.” pink spoke, getting in his knees and pulling you to sit up. “but you know what’s he even more comfortable? your bed.”

your eyes widened at his statement. “that’s so true!”

he couldn’t help but laugh at you, pulling you up to stand and practically dragging you to his car.

“you really are so beautiful, you know?” you smiled, looking at pink as he unlocked the car door. pink smiled back at you, “thank you. you are also very beautiful.”

he opened the door to the backseat and helped you in, reaching over and clicking your seatbelt for you. he was so close and was making you feel so strange and it didn’t help that he smelt like heaven.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked making him turn his head. pink’s confusion turned to laughter.

“yes, as matter of fact i do.”

“fuck.” you tossed your head back, “she’s so lucky.”

pink sighed. “y/n, you are my girlfriend.”

you snapped your head up at turned to him. “i am? aww that’s so sweet!” you smiled, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. he could taste the alcohol on your lips and normally he wouldn’t like that, but it was you so he couldn’t resist kissing back. you pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, “i love you.”

he gave you his full smile. “i love you more.”

pink cupped your face, “okay, let’s get you home.”

“so we can fuck?”

he sighed and and pinched your cheeks before letting go of your face. he decided to humor you. “yeah, as soon as you sober up i’ll show you a good time but for now let’s focus on getting you in bed- to sleep.” he closed the back door, sitting in the driver’s seat and turning on the child lock. he wasn’t taking any chances with your safety.

“why not now?” you whined, slouching forward and pressing your face to the back of the drivers seat. the leather was cool against your face. pink backed out of the driveway and pulled on to the main road as you sat up straight.

“because you’re drunk. that’s why.”

you were silent after that, leaning back fully into the seat and looking at the cars and houses he drive past on the main roads.

he checked on you through the rear view mirror numerous times through the the drive, just making sure you were good and weren’t like- choking on your own vomit or something.

when pink pulled on to your block he drove cautiously, saying a silent prayer that your parents weren’t home.

he parked in front of your house and pulled the keys out of the ignition, silently thanking god that your parents were away.

pink opened the back car door, taking off your seatbelt and picking you up. you grumbled incoherent nonsense and he walked up the front door, using the house key in the lamp to open it and pull you upstairs to your room.

pink sat you on the bed and immediately you flopped over on your side. the room was still spinning and the weed mixed with the alcohol made you feel like you had no gravity pulling you down the earth. right now you were simply floating in the stratosphere. pink laughed a little and pulled you to sit up.

“what do you wanna wear?” he asked as he took off your shoes for you. he began to look through your dressers for cloths after that.

“i really want doritos…”

pink sighed. “as soon as we get you changed and in bed you can have all the doritos you want, sweetie.”

he pulled out one of his old jerseys from your dresser and smiled, it was all the way from sophomore year.

“you kept this?” pink asked, walking over to you with a smile. you looked at the jersey and nodded.

“yeah, it’s comfy.” you flipped over again causing him to sigh. pink moved his hands to your pants, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off before helping you put on some shorts. after your pants were changed he removed all your bracelets, necklaces and rings. he left the room for a second before coming back some makeup wipes and a brown wash cloth.

you laid there, watching and letting him take care of you. when he finished changing your clothes he removed your makeup and then pressed a cold wash cloth on to your forehead.

“do you think you’re gonna throw up tonight?”

you only nodded a bit, sitting up and using what ever strength you had left to stand. again, the room spun and you fell back. pink gently grabbed you, sitting you back down on the bed. “woahh, take it easy babe.” he grabbed the wash cloth and pressed it all over your face. “what do you need? i’ll get it for you. just stay here.”

“water please.”

pink nodded and kissed your head, tucking your body under the covers and leaving you in the room for a minute.

he came back with a glass of water, a bag of doritos and a bucket in case you puked during the night.

pink began to walk towards the door but immediately stopped when he heard your voice call out. “you’re leaving?” there was a slight hint of sadness in your tone that made his heart soften.

“no, baby. i’m not leaving. i just gotta go grab some clothes from the car and i’ll be back.”

you nodded and laid down. as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. when pink came back into your bedroom, he was careful to be quiet and not wake you. the boy had changed into a black shirt and some flannels to sleep it. he turned off the light, walking over to the bed and slipping in with you.

even in your sleepy state, you felt his body press against yours and his arms wrap around you. soft kisses where placed on the side of your face until both of you fell asleep.

#fluff #getting drunk #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused #pink floyd #randall pink floyd imagine #randall pink floyd x reader #randall

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Summer nights (legend)

Rating: G

Summary: You and Legend spend a night together at a festival and get to relax.

Warnings: none

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

This is the 1st place prize of my 100 follower raffle for @andichrist35 I apologize for how late this is.

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Legend isn't really too sure what you're going to think of tonight- but he's just hoping you like it.

He can feel the tight and fluttering feelings that are settled firmly inside his ribcage. He is familiar with it- and he still hates it.

He doesn't know if he should actually be this nervous. It's a night off from fights and traveling. You're probably going to be thrilled!

The festival is still just barely starting, the sun hanging heavy in the sky as it slowly sets. The strung up jars with fireflies for the night are becoming more useful.

People running the stalls or entertainment rush around in haphazardly attempts to finish a last minute detail.

He's dressed in his good tunic, and he's even left his hat at camp. Just this once, you know?

He just wants to give you a nice night out. You certainly deserve it!

He just wishes he'd been able to get Time in on it and not Wild. The cook may have a good heart but the penchant for attracting trouble is a real issue sometimes.

But it's fine. Legend is sure it's all fine.

After all, you are more than capable of handling yourself.

And Legend has only been waiting here for two whole minutes. He's definitely over thinking this.

You're going to love it, he just knows.

He misses his hat.

"You're overthinking." His Zelda -Fabel- says from behind him.

"When am I not?"

"When you sleep."

"Haha."

"(Y/N) is going to love it. You are even all dressed up. What is there to even worry about?"

Legend looks to her, finding some relief in the familiar face of the princess. Though the smug look he finds doesn't do any more good for his nerves.

"You're not seeing it the way I do."

You're still not here, which is okay. It's still early, but the crowd is thickening at an exponential rate as the dusk settles around the town.

"No. You're shorter than me, shall I bend down?" She asks, and the look on her face says more than her tone or words.

She's enjoying this. The jerk!

"Zelda." Legend frowns at the young woman.

"What? It was a suggestion!"

"You know it wasn't."

"Legend?" Your voice calls over the chatter of those milling around.

Legend's head snaps around so fast he should have whiplash but somehow he doesn't.

Fabel laughs at the action, shaking her head at him. Entirely too happy to see Legend be so genuinely happy.

But also knowing she's going to give him so much shit for this. Like a good friend would.

"Legend?" You call again, closer this time by the sound of it.

"(Y/n)!" Legend calls back, clambering up on top of the base of one of the street lamps.

The vantage point allows him to spot you quickly. The figure you cut in your outfit is enough to make him wonder about the health of his heart.

Is he still breathing?

Just seconds after he spots you- your eyes land on him. The way your face lights up is quick, smitten, and melts his heart on sight.

"Link!" You call happily, rushing through the crowd and towards him.

You weave through, apologizing without care as you accidentally bump into those who don’t have the sense to get out of your way.

Legend climbs back down and feels the dopey smile take over his face. He absolutely adores it when you call his real name.

It feels right. In a sappy, domestic way.

You fling your arms around his shoulders happily, almost knocking both of you to the ground.

Your hold is strong and warm and perfect. He's not sure he'll ever truly get used to it. He's not sure it matters if he does or not.

As long as you keep doing this.

"Hey, babe." He greets with a soft smile as he steadies you.

"You look very nice."

Legend flushes pink. He might as well be trying to imitate a strawberry at this point.

"Ha, uh- thanks, Babe."

You just laugh, pleased as you can be to find yourself here with him.

"You do look nice though. I meant it."

"Thank you… You look good too, y’know?"

"Thanks, Ledge."

"So, did you want to eat first?"

"That sounds great actually." You say, turning to look around the large town square in hopes of finding whatever it is that smells so good.

"You'll like Luigi's stall then, come on."

Legend leads you gently, his hand in yours as you two walk. The crowd is thick and loud but no one causes any real problems for you.

Street lamps cast the majority of the light, the oil lamps in the glass enclosures warm and bright.

There's a large stone fountain in the middle of the square. It has a large statue of the era's Zelda standing back to back with Legend. It appears to be a life sized sculpture, water falling from the harp the princess holds and from the stone sword Legend holds.

The fountain seems to be some sort of last stand piece, but it's beautiful. And you're always happy to see Legend getting the recognition he and all the boys deserve.

"Is something wrong?" You ask as you follow Legend around the fountain in the middle of the area.

"No. Just- I don't dress like this often. I'm usually traveling or something. "

"You miss your hat. Don't you?"

He shouldn't be surprised you catch on so fast. You've always been good at reading him and you've always been smart.

"It's stupid I just wear it so often it feels weird-"

"Link." You say as you fish his cap from the place you've stashed it. Whether in your pocket or your bag.

Legend turns his head to look at you.

"Oh-" he manages as his eyes land on the Cap. "How did you get that?"

"Bribed the Sailor to help me." You say with a grin, "I had a feeling you'd want it back."

Legend stops walking, turning to face you fully. He takes the cap gently, "Thank you. You -... you always seem to know what to do."

"You're sweet." You say in response, "Always flattering me."

Legend puts his hat on, and you can see the way he relaxes. The familiar weight of the fabric seems to put him completely at ease.

"I flatter you cause you deserve it, (Y/n)."

You flush this time. Your own face warms up enough you might be able to fry eggs on it if you tried.

"You're unusually sappy tonight. Is there something I don't know about?" You ask, half genuinely curious and half trying to downplay your own smitten behavior.

Well, at least Time and Twilight aren't here to comment about the way you and Legend make cow eyes at each other. That phrase seems to be a solely farm boy thing in this group at least. And you are happy to escape it.

And you are even happier to escape the comments of Wind. The boy means well but he makes things awkward sometimes when he tries to tease people about love.

"Mh, maybe." Legend says, "Why? Do you want a surprise or something?"

"Maybe I do. Who doesn't like a nice surprise from time to time?"

"Food first, then we'll see about a surprise."

"Sounds good."

He grins happily, leading you again, the source of the great smelling food gets closer with each step. Your hand is soft in his- or at least softer than his.

You are not a chosen Hero and haven't had the chance to really ruin your hands the way Legend has.

And for that he is forever thankful.

And every scar you do have he swears makes you more pretty. Because he's a sap. You know?

The biggest sap.

You guys stop in front of Luigi's stand, side by side l.

"Oh- Link! Hey!" The tall man says, smiling as if he's known Legend a long time.

"Hey, Luigi."

The menu is written in meat script on a large board atop the stall. The lettering is done in bright red ink.

You and Legend both take a moment to find what you want and order.

Legend orders your food and pays, with a quick "Thanks Luigi."

You two step aside to wait for your orders, hands still holding each other as the festival really comes to life.

"Thank you for dinner." You say, genuinely appreciative for him paying and for him taking you to a stall so you don't have to wander aimless.

"Anytime." He says back.

You look around again, the new angle of the area allows you to notice different things .

There's an area that seems to be reserved for dancing where a live band plays a peppy set of songs and people dance happily.

The sun is gone now and the oil lamps that hang from posts burn merrily. The stars above twinkle almost in time with the music too.

"Are festivals always like this?" You ask, looking at your lover with bright curiosity.

He laughs, as if he finds it endearing that you even have to ask that. Though he forgets that your home is very different from his or most of the other heros' homes.

He's sure your home is great though. It made you. And he really likes you a lot. Lobes you, if he's going to be honest.

"They're all like this, though sometimes the drunks get really angry and fight."

You make a face at that, causing Legend to laugh again. You never cared for bathroom fights back home, whether witnessing them in person or on screen. You especially didn't want to be involved in one.

Ew.

"What's so funny?"

"Just the way your face spoke for you right then."

"Hey now, I can barely control my mouth, my face is beyond help."

"Your face is very pretty even when it is saying mean things."

"Aw, thank you!"

He shakes his head at your antics, even as the soft smile stays in place. Like it usually does around you.

"You're thinking all loud again." You say, tilting your head to the side a little.

"Mh, only good things this time."

"What about?"

"You mostly. You're usually on my mind these days. Sappy as that may sound. Or whatever. "

"Oh, Ledge."

"Yes?"

"You're a sweetheart. You know that?"

"Only when I wanna be, babe."

"But you still are."

He just rolls his eyes at you fondly, his smitten smile seemingly glued to his face tonight. If anyone asks about that he'll just shrug and ask them why he shouldn't be obvious about his feelings? After all, life is short.

Why not be open with those you love and trust?

He's never understood wasting time on not being open to those you love. It seems like a fool's errand.

"Link!" Luigi's voice calls, letting you and Legend both know that your order is ready.

You both grab your food and move to the side where picnic tables are set up. The tables are mostly empty for the moment.

You and Legend both sit down at an empty table, setting your meals down in front of yourselves.

You taste your food and it's perfect. Exactly as you ordered, with all the right flavors and ingredients. The texture is heaven and you will have to remember to find Luigi next time you're in town.

"This is amazing."

Legend grins at you, crooked and genuine. "I'm glad you like it. Luigi has always been a great cook."

"Obviously. Is your's any good?"

"Yeah, he always outdoes himself."

"He's phenomenal. Remind me to try to track down similar recipes later."

"Sure thing."

"Oh- Link!" A man calls, moving to stand beside the table you two are at. "Is this the (Y/n) you told me about?"

"Yeah, it is."

"I'll let you be then, just saw you and wanted to say hi."

"Well, hi."

Your laugh is warm as bright, drawing the attention of both men to you without meaning to.

"What's funny?" The stranger asks.

"Nothing just- Link. They way he said it-" you break off into laughter again, whether it's genuinely funny or not doesn't matter. It still hit just right.

Legend shakes his head at you, "You're weird, (Y/n)."

"Always have been!" You chirp at him in response.

"You two are cute." The man says, "I do have to go though, my daughter wants me to meet up with her."

"Go on then Jack, tell Millie hi." Legend says, waving the man off with a nod towards the crowd.

The man leaves with a friendly wave.

"You know everyone here. Don't you?"

"I do."

"Do you like that?"

"Mh- usually. It has its perks."

"I bet."

"Are you doing alright? I know you aren't as used to traveling and questioning me and the guys are used to."

"It's different for sure, but it's hardly the worst thing. Now that shadow? Well let's just say I'd do more than kick him where the sun doesn't shine."

Legend laughs, shaking his head. "You and me both, babe."

You both eat the rest of your meals, idle chatter about whatever your mind comes up with. The evening is a comfortable temperature as you take time to enjoy the moment.

Inside jokes are cracked and you both seem thrilled to have them.

It's not until you both throw away your disposable cutlery and dishes that you notice the music beyond knowing it's playing.

The music is good, familiar even. You aren't sure where you've heard it before but the lively tune is nice and you can't help but want to get closer.

"Do your festivals always have a live band?" You ask, taking Legend's hand into your left.

"Unless one of the main players is sick."

"They're really good."

"I'll tell them you said that."

"You should."

Legend just snorts at that, "Yeah. You wanna go dancing?"

"Oh absolutely."

"Then I should warn you I'm not very good."

You laugh, shaking your head, "That's okay, most of the dances I know would make the people faint." You say, remembering the Tilton dances that have wormed their way into your brain for better or worse.

"I'd pay so much money to see that. But we probably shouldn't try to do that hm?"

"Probably not. I'd hate to cause a scene."

"At least not tonight?"

You laugh again, you find yourself doing that a lot when you're with him. He always seems to be able to make you feel better.

"Come on, if we're gonna dance we should get to the main floor." He says.

And you can't argue with him. That makes plenty of sense to you.

"Lead the way then, Link."

Legend gives you the sappiest smile of the night so far before leading you by your joined hands through the crowd and to the main dance area.

You join at the perfect time, in-between songs as people shift back to give a little space to other dancers.

A few couples push out of the crowd while a few more join in.

"Ready?" Legend asks.

"Yeah."

You and Legend face each other, his hand on your hip and his other holds yours. Your hand goes on his shoulder.

A lively waltz starts, and Legend leads you in the dance. You vaguely know the dance, whether from your own experience or from movies is irrelevant.

Legend smirks at you as you dance, hat in place even as he is dressed up and waltzing. It makes for quite the picture- a very good picture if you say do yourself. And you do- say so that is.

"You're doing great." He says.

"Thanks. You're better than you let on."

He barks out a laugh at that, shaking his head. "This is nothing. You should see some of the other people here when they really get into it."

"I'd love that."

"We'll have to watch. They usually start a little later."

You laugh as Legend spins you before bringing you back into the main dance steps.

It's nice. Dancing with him. The snark remarks he makes are familiar and expected.

The gentle way he guides you is almost perfect.

You aren't sure how long you've been dancing but you also don't really care.

The night is getting a little chillier and it's nice when Legend leads you off the floor. Sighting that he needs a break and that you probably do too.

The dancers on the floor are really getting into it now. Some people are swinging their dance partners around above their heads, cheering and smiling.

Some are even tossing their partner and swinging them in fancy ways. One young couple executes a move you'd only seen in movies before!

"Are you sure you aren't just trying to get out of swinging me around like that?"

"I think I'd drop you and break us both." He says with a snort.

"Fair enough. I don't think I could do that."

Legend just snorts, leading you further from the floor and the main part of the crowd. He motions to a small sitting area with a few benches set there.

Not a year round thing if you had to guess, the benches are probably only here on festival dates or huge events.

Legend sits down, patting the space beside him when you don't sit down quickly.

"I don't bite."

"Tell that to Twi's poor arm." You snort, recalling the mess that led from Legend having a nightmare to the goat incident of July (AKA the reason only the farmboys are allowed near goats), to the biting of Twilight's arm. The poor rancher.

"Hey now that was one time! And an accident!" He protests playfully, shoving your shoulder.

You bump your shoulder back into his, "Vengeance is mine!"

"You wish," Legend declares, swatting at your shoulder without any real effort.

"Whatever Ledge."

"You know I have a real name."

"I know you blush pretty when I say your real name."

"Shut up!"

"Nope!"

Legend groans as he drops his head to rest against your shoulder, eyes closing as he does.

"Are you tired?" You ask, inclining your head to see him better. Worry for his own being bubbling up from your stomach.

"A little. Not the worst I've felt." Legend admits with a half shrug. "Why?"

"Just curious. You know I worry."

"Yeah. You should stop that."

"You're a huge hypocrite there, Ledge."

"Ha! As if."

"I sprained MY ankle last month and your mother henned me a week after it was healed."

"It was justified! The quest lifestyle is one that gets people hurt, (Y/n)."

You sigh, reaching to brush the hair out of his face. It's nice to get to be so domestic, but it's still a lot. You can't help but expect a monster attack.

Legend yawns slowly, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay," You say as you survey the skyline, the bottled fireflies and the stars combine into a beautiful picture. "It's nice. Being here with you, I mean."

"I'm glad. I was worried you would like it."

"Are you kidding me? I adore this! We don't have many things like this back home, I guess music festivals come closest."

You reminisce for a second about the concerts and festivals you've either seen or wanted to see. The captured videos don't seem to do the events justice.

"Music festivals? Your culture celebrates music?"

"Sort of. They're like e outdoor concerts but with a bunch of bands at once."

"That sounds very… loud."

"It can be."

"Maybe we can go to one when this is all over. I'd love to see more of your world."

"I'd love that."

"Though I can't imagine a world without so many stars."

"It's different, I'm sure I'll always miss these stars when I'm home."

"Ha, as if we'd let you suffer such a fate. Between us all we can probably fight whatever has obscured them."

You laugh at that, imagining the boys all trying to fight the invisible villain called Centuries Of Light Pollution. The image conjured is a semi-tangible blag of smog gas in the form of a large human with a monopole, cane, and tophat. You name this villain Mr. Light Pollution

You'd pay so much money to watch your friends fight Mr. Light Pollution.

"I'm sure if you manage to fight it you'd win." You say, deciding to stay encouraging.

Mostly because you aren't sure how to explain the real issue at hand and how it came about to your beloved boyfriend.

It doesn't matter though, they can't actually fist fight light pollution. Probably…

At least two have fought a god… huh. Maybe they could?

You'll have to explore that idea later. Once the world has been saved and you've figured out the secret to time travel. As one does, obviously.

(It's probably something stupid and easy to miss that holds technology back from time travel. Something like a miserable placed one in math or something. )

"Of course we'd win." Legend says, sure of himself in the way only someone who's had to probe themselves over and over is.

"Yeah. You would."

"Do you want to go to an inn or stay out longer?"

"Let's go to the inn. It's getting a little too cold for me."

"That sounds good."

Legend stands up, holding his hand out for you.

You take his hand as you stand up, smiling your thanks.

"Let's head in then, come on babe."

Legend is walking then, his hand still in yours as he leads you. He glances back at you every so often, just making sure you're okay and keeping up.

For such a sourness he can be sweet as pie.

The walk back is short and calm, chilled as it is. The crowd thins out the further from the main festivities you both get.

Laughter still echoes in the wind from the people celebrating even as the night gets older.

"Did you have any fun?" You ask, nudging him with your shoulder as you squeeze his hand with your own. "Or was it unbearable and awful?"

"Yeah, I did have fun. Did you?"

"I did. It was a lot more fun than I expected."

"That's good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I think we both deserve a break."

"More than. Remind me to work the tenderness outta your shoulders later, okay?"

"Don't gotta tell me twice." He says with a snort of laughter.

You just shake your head at him.

"You know, I wish we'd brought a camera."

"A what?"

"A camera. Like Wild's slate, it takes pictures."

"Oh yeah, you've mentioned them before. "

"Yeah, I like them. They let me keep memories better."

"That's what Wild said too."

"He gets it." You smile, "And that way I can tell my friends and family about you all and have them believe me."

You're hopeful that you'll get to have a wall dedicated to the chain and Legend. Mostly Legend if we're honest.

"You say that like you'll never see us again after this."

"Oh, I will. But they'll want an explanation before I bring nine men home that can and will fight for those they care about."

"Oh. Yeah, they'd probably not expect to see so many heroes in one place."

"Exactly. I'm sure they'd have questions. I think pictures would help a lot. Hopefully Wild and Wind will lend a hand with that."

"I'm sure they will. Even if you have to blackmail them."

"I could ask." You say, "I'm sure they'd help."

"Yeah. Probably so. But blackmail would make sure of it."

"You're a bad influence, Ledge. The worst."

"And yet you love me."

You give him a smile, the one reserved almost completely for him. Smitten and not even a little shy about it.

"Yeah, I really do love you, Link. I'm glad you know."

You watch him blush, starting at the tips of his ears and slowly spreading until it meets on his nose. He blinks at you a few times.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You agree.

"Well, I love you too. You got that?"

"I do."

"Good."

"I think so." You say, pushing the door off the inn open with a grunt.

The door is solid wood- much heavier than the usually hollow doors of today.

You lead Legend inside, pressing the door shut behind you and hearing the mechanics of the now click back into place.

The inn is warmer than outside, a low level fire burns in the hearth of the main room. You don't bother with any late pleasantries, those still in the lowest level of the building are either far too drunk for decent conversation or they work here.

The stairs creak as you and Legend climb them to the third floor. The banister is solid though when you use it.

"Do you have the key?" You ask Legend in a softer voice, careful in attempts to not wake those who sleep.

"Yeah." He says, fishing it from his pocket with his free hand.

"Good." You say, stopping outside your room.

Legend unlocks the door and then shuts it once you're both inside. He locks it for good measure, a way to keep Wind from dogpiling you tomorrow morning.

Inside the room is a dresser, a door leading to a closet, a door leads to a bathroom, a full size bed with a carved headboard, and two nightstands.

The headboard is solid and sports a carving of birds on a tree branch. Well done and coated in varnish.

You and Legend let go of each other's hand in the interest of bathing and changing into pajamas.

The bathroom that attaches sports heated running water. Which you take advantage of as you bathe, whether showering or taking a bath. The water is set just right as you scrub off the dirt and sweat of the day.

Once you are in your sleep clothes and you've done what you want to with your hair you get into bed. Finally allowing yourself to relax.

You sink into the mattress, feeling spoiled with the actual bed instead of a bedroll on the ground. Though you kiss the sounds of the campfire that lull you to sleep at night.

Legend joins you ten minutes later. His body warms beside yours as the blanket settles over you again.

"So… was that something you'd wanna do again?" He asks.

"Yeah, I think so. But I wanna get better at dancing first, you did all the work."

"I think you did well."

"You're very biased, love."

"I am not. I've known some very bad dancers."

"Like who?"

"My Zelda. She was awful when she first started. You wouldn't believe it."

"I doubt that. Aren't royals naturally good at rich people's things?"

"No. She stomped on my toes for so many years. I think they're permanently bruised."

"I doubt it."

"You're just really optimistic, babe."

"I have to be. You're all so pessimistic. "

"It's realistic in our line of work."

"I know."

"Good. I don't want you to be so optimistic you get hurt."

"I know. I just want to be happy, it's a lot easier with you though."

"Why? Are you being sappy again?"

"Pretty much always. You make me happy, Link. Of course I'm going to be optimistic when I'm happy."

"You're sweet, (Y/n). But you're like a sick tree right now."

"What?"

"Extremely sappy."

"That's a bad joke, Legend. Negative ten."

"You're hurting me where it hurts most!"

"Where, your sense of humor?"

"No. My pride!"

You laugh at that, rolling closer to him so you can wrap your arms around him. It's nice to see him so relaxed.

It's nice to know that he feels safe enough with you to relax.

This whole thing is just so nice.

Legend wraps his arms around you too, his chest rises and falls rhythmically as you start to really get close to sleep.

"Good night, (Y/n). Sleep well, I love you."

"Night, Link. I love you too."

He gives a pleased hum at that, moving to kiss your forehead. He settles back down and you feel him really fall asleep quickly.

A skill the heroes all have. The ability to fall asleep anywhere and to fall asleep fast.

You can feel yourself drifting off slower, basking in the figurative and literal warmth the moment provides.

The entire evening has been great. From the food made by Luigi to the dancing you enjoyed with Legend. Even the conversation was nice.

You don't ever want this kind of time together to stop. You'll do whatever you have to just to keep things like this a common thing.

And you're pretty sure Legend agrees.

Besides, even though you gave him his hat back- it was cute to see him without it. He looked a little lost until he got it back.

But the fact that he went out is his way to dress up for you? To go out of his comfort zone for you?

You're beyond touched.

He really does treat you well. He spots you in so many ways, even if there is always endless banter. You like it that way.

You'll have to arrange more days like this for him. It'll do Legend good to take more breaks and spend time doing things normal non-hero people do.

Maybe you can take him to a music festival.

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu legend #lu legend x reader #legend x reader

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aprilqueen84 · 11 months

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Untitled CS Enchanted Forest AU

So I found this WIP in my Google Docs that I started forever ago and thought that I would share some of it as a bit of sneak peak.

Emma tried not to stare at him, she really did but he struck such an impressive figure that it was hard not to. Captain Killian Jones stood at a large table across the room, staring intently at the map that was on it while having an intense conversation with her father King David. He was so very handsome with his bright blue eyes, raven colored hair and his chiseled features. Not that she would ever tell him that his ego was already big enough as it is, no her ever growing infatuation for the pirate will forever remain her secret.

Emma remembers when her parents announced that they were seeking the help of a former pirate with their fight against Regina. She had been shocked at the idea, imagine trusting a pirate (because that is what he was no matter what he said) with their kingdom's military secrets and strategies, what had her parents been thinking. It was only when they sat her down and explained how dire their circumstances truly were that she understood the need for such a radical decision.

Growing up Emma had heard the stories about her parents' battles with Regina or “The Evil Queen” as she was called throughout the Enchanted Forest and that she had been banished a short time after Emma was born for failing to enact the Dark Curse. Truth be told Emma hadn’t ever really given the woman much thought, she was gone and couldn’t hurt her family anymore or so she had thought. She had been 10 years old when it happened, her and her father had been riding through the kingdom when suddenly soldiers all in black came charging out of the forest and swarmed them.

Her father tried to fight them off but he had been vastly outnumbered, fearing that she was going to lose her father Emma felt anger like never before swell up inside of her. And when she let out a scream something unbelievable happened, a blinding light shot out of her and knocked the soldiers backwards. That was when Emma and her learned that she has magic and Regina was back.

For many years after that Emma learned about her magic and how to control it all while fearing for her family and the future of the kingdom. On the day she met Captain Jones her parents explained that Regina had been gaining followers and sympathy throughout the wild southern regions and her forces had begun to push through their outer defenses. They thought that with his past as a pirate Jones would be able to gather information in places they could not. Emma hadn’t known what to expect, she was picturing a weathered, haggard old man with a wooden leg and one eye but when the most handsome man dressed in head to toe black leather she had ever seen walked through the doors of the throne room to say she was shocked was an understatement.

Emma had instantly been captivated by him, his swagger, his confidence, until he opened his mouth and she realized how insufferable he really was. The man was a walking innuendo and she was sure that if he hadn’t had been such a fantastic asset to their cause that her father would have had him hanged ages ago. So what if her heart flutters every time he’s near or skips a beat when he throws a flirtatious smile her way, he was a scoundrel and that was that.

“Emma!" The sound of her mother's voice broke her from her musings of the past. Emma turned her head to see Snow hurriedly make her way over to her.

#captain swan #cs fic #wip #cs enchanted forest au #princess emma #captain hook #snow white #prince david

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suguru-getos · 2 years

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Heyyy

Okay what about heizou and reader fake dating so he can solve a case.

Would you write a fic about that or rather not?

thank you for the ask and im sorry im so bad at responding on time :((

but sure! why not :D i would write it as headcanons..

heizou x reader fake dating hcs:

so he knows you are connected to the case ever since he has recieved it. of course?? you are the significant other (were) the significant other of the person that left you just after marrying you. was it your riches? maybe yes… he took your end of the riches, accused you of not being faithful and left. now is lavishly enjoying everything. while only ur best friend knew ur not wrong, she came in and went to the genius detective hei.

he taps his chin and mumbles, “so why hasnt she done anything?” ur friend sighed and explained how depressed and cheated you truly felt at that. how someone can be that vile and greedy to love u one moment and leave u be for the next, clamping down ur riches???

“but not doin anything is only making it worse, people would only think she is quiet because she is guilty,” heizou spoke, landing his fist on his palm. “alright, let’s see… time to go meet yn,”

he lands on ur door along with your best friend, “hello! then names shikanoin heizou! i’m a detective in the tenryou commission, and i’m here to hel-” he grinned, before being interrupted by you. “no need, i don’t care,”

before u could slam the door at his face, he put his feet between; getting inside with your best friend. “listen, it’s a mere case of character assassination, and you are from one of the respectable families in inazuma; if not for urself, take into account ur parents and ur family status. you deserve to get all ur riches back. and your respect! the only way that can happen is if you step up,”

you look at him, tears brimming up in your eyes as you rolled your eyes. “why? i don’t even give a shit about it anymore… he was after my money and he pretty much got it! i don’t care anymore-” your soft whines turned into slight hiccup and sniffles. yes your family reputation has had quite a blow, yes you feel like shit, yes whatever he says is right—

“leave it to me, i’ll handle everything, i’m not the best detective in all of inazuma for nothing,” he assured you with a grin, his personality was refreshing and soft. made you smile back, after what seemed like ages.

eventually heizou came up with a full blown plan of you and him fake dating, you accepting that yes you have been mischaractered but that’s only because your ex cheated you in the first place. here comes your family dignity and your family status in position. no one would believe a random nobody and of course would lean towards you. having contacts with the tenryou, kanjou and yashiro commission; things might sail smooth, really smooth!

reluctantly, and slightly hesitantly, you agreed and the first sight was you and him walking together hand in hand, then it changed into you spending time together with him, eventually turning into you and him hanging out together almost everyday for about a month. information spread like wild fire, people asked you and your guards, anywhere they can get information about yn and her personal life, and with the carefully crafted web that heizou built; things were getting easier and easier.

sometimes you and him would talk for hours, how different your opinions were about things, how he felt about the crime and how the criminals should think twice about committing a crime when it’s about shikanoin heizou’s reputation. if you were to be so bold, you have also fallen asleep in his presence, feeling light headed and safe. he was completely different than what you were used to..

no, yn, it’s just a case! it’s just for a case! despite explaining that to urself everyday, you could find him cooking ur favorite food, bringing you ur favorite scandalous books from yae publications; books that shouldn’t be with a dignified lady. (smut books)! :3

you were happy that you opened up to him so much, that there was someone with the knowledge of the world, and yet someone like a breath of fresh air.. you needed it in your life, you needed it oh so bad.

finally when your ex husband, now divorced, got to know about everything and recieved a formal petition from the tri-commission to respectfully apologize and also submit the riches and the money back! he came daunting to you, raging with defeat.

that’s the first time you saw heizou’s anemo vision in action. “oh- one punch and he’s out,” he chuckled, “great! i don’t like fighting anyway,” heizou launched towards you, bowing gently. “thank you, yn. with this we complete our mission; but with this, i must say i got someone very- very important to me. i hope i can keep that bond between us alive for years to come,”

you stopped him and maybe, this was the first time you were truly being the scandalous lady you were portrayed to be, because you kissed him with all you’ve got, not an ounce of care about what it will result to, not an ounce of fuck given towards reputation, he was ur sunshine and you were sick of the clouds,”

heizou kissed you back, a blush dusted over both of your cheeks as he leaned back, mumbling gently, “guess… the bond between us is stronger than i thought, maybe forever,” with that, he kissed you again, this time as fervently as his vision, and even if he took your breath away, you were happy that you accepted the case with shikanoin heizou ;)

ps: word vomit alert 🚨 also feel free to send genshin impact asks/thirsts/talk to me abt anything and everything xx i’m bored :3

#shikanoin heizou #heizou fluff #heizou x reader #heizou x reader fluff #heizou imagines #heizou genshin #heizou gi #gi heizou #heizou x you #heizou x y/n #heizou thirst

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bisexualwannabewriter · 1 year

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“The Great War” - Part One Aemond Targaryen x female reader

“My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War”

“It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops Thats was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you”

Summary : Before Aemond Targaryen was the man he is today, he used to be a young boy, innocent and hopeful enough to fall in love... But the years would not be kind. Not to him, his family, or the one and only love of his life.

I’ll post every chapter here. To find out more about what I write, you can also click here :)

(Not my GIF)

A man like Aemond Targaryen would never fall in love. There was no place in his mind for such futilities. Because he was a man of the mind, not of the heart. People even said of him that he had the blackest of hearts.

But Aemond Targaryen wasn't always a man. A prideful, vengeful and cynical man. No, Aemond One-Eye was once a young boy. Half the size of his older brother, Aegon, but twice as fierce. He was already a promising young prince : bold, hot-tempered, determined. A true Targaryen. But there was also a certain sweetness to him. He was dutiful, incredibly smart, and kind to his mother. In the darkness of the Red Keep, some even dared to whisper that he, and not Aegon, should have been the King's first born son. Secretly, Aemond agreed. He suspected his mother did too. But his half-sister Rhaenyra would inherit the throne, so in the end, did it really matter ? It didn't seem so to his father Viserys. Aemond and his siblings barely even existed, in his eyes. They were just spares, to him.

There wasn't much comfort for the second son to find, amongst his own kind. Only indifference. Rejection. Or worse, mockery. They all laughed at him. Oh, how they loved to laugh at him. His own brother. His bastard nephews. His cousins. Most of them already had a dragon. Even the Strong boys ! Why couldn't he ? He would show them one day, they would all see.

But until then, he didn't fit in anywhere. Until her, really.

He never had to prove himself to her. She did see, from the very beginning.

His only comfort. His light. His salvation.

His curse. His weakness. His regret.

Aemond Targaryen fell in love with Lady y/n when he was 8 years old. Unbeknownst to him at the time, so did she. She was the daughter of the head of an important House in Westeros, who was sitting at the Small Council. Officially, Lady y/n was meant to be Princess Helaena's childhood companion. But the Princess was a peculiar child, and she prefered the compagny of her bugs. Lady y/n didn't mind; she was fond of Helaena. Aemond thought she was the prettiest Lady at court, but he also noticed how good the young Lady was to his sister : she was patient, tender, and so sincerely kind. As time passed, the Prince caught himself wishing she would be that good to him too. He noticed the clever twinkle in her eyes too, like she always understood more then she let on, her playfulness, and this spark that enticed him to get closer to her... all of it neatly hidden behind her serious and graceful exterior. She would be perfectly polite and curteous when needed be, and yet Aemond couldn't help but feel something wild roaring inside of her, waiting to be liberated from its cage. He convinced himself he had finally found someone who could perhaps understand him. She and him weren't so different, he believed.

The days when the Lady had to travel back home, Aemond would try to hang on to his Targaryen pride. He was a Prince, after all. Who was she ? But those were just viscious thoughts trying to mask the truth. His mind was plagued with images of her gentle smile, her spellbinding voice, her lovely and oh so mysterious gaze, her eyes always seemingly holding onto some sort of secret Aemond couldn't comprehend yet. There lied the truth, as pristine as it truly was : he longed for her presence. The idea overwhelmed him : what was this swelling inside of his chest ? His restlessness would know no end. And then he laid eyes on her again, and peace washed over him like never before. The Lady y/n gave him one of her little mischievous smile; the kind of smile he believed she only gave him as a special present, a token that proved she did in fact understand him; and he felt his cheeks violently burn. He did not know what changed this time, but the rules of their relationship tacitly changed for the better.

It became quite rare to see the Prince without his Lady : they became each other's shadow. Aemond even secretly taught the young Lady how to fight with multiple weapons, and he took great pleasure in seeing what a quick and efficient learner she was. In turn, thanks to her discreet and resourceful nature, she would share all the secrets she had gathered all around the Red Keep, and back home. Even as children, they were quite the dangerous pairing. Their families found their closeness amusing and endearing at first, but then they grew more and more concerned. Aemond's mother, the Queen Alicent, had caught them more than once sharing a bed at night. They weren't doing anything wrong. They were just talking, and talking, and talking, for hours and hours. The way he saw the world and expressed his thoughts made perfect sense to her, and it was the exact same for him. They soaked in each other's dreams, nightmares, ideas, theories, opinions... to the point where it felt like they were one and the same. No one needed to know they made each other's heart sing a song that was meant for them and them only to hear. It didn't matter what their family feared. Someone was finally on Aemond's side. She was his person, and he was hers.

His brother Aegon had started to make vile comments on her appearance; Aemond knew Lady y/n was already a devastating beauty, and it was only a matter of time before other idiots would try to steal the rare treasure that she was from him. As a game, they had started to call each other "husband" and "wife" : Aemond wasn't sure he remembered who initiated it, but back then it felt so innocent. They were only children, after all. It was one of their many little secrets, and perhaps their most precious one. But it also felt... right. It was meant to be this way. In his youthful arrogance, the Prince believed that if he really claimed her in the eyes of the Gods, no man would dare to come between him and his beloved. He was getting older, and wasn't betrothed yet. He accused his father's lack of interest in him for that. Had the King even bothered to find him a bride, Aemond would have diligently performed his duty. He wasn't anything like his brother.

But he wasn't bound to any promise, luckily enough for him. So one dark night, Aemond Targaryen and Lady y/n y/f/n exchanged secret vows in hurried whispers, in front of the skull of Balerion the Black Dread, a place they knew better than anywhere else. They’d often hide here, just the two of them.

They had somehow managed to convince Aegon to marry them, in one of his countless drunken state. They knew for certain he wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. Father, Mother, Warrior, Smith, Maiden, Crone, Stranger : they all bore witness to the unwavering strength of their feelings. Surely, it didn't matter that Aegon was no septon, or that their family wasn't there with them. When y/n touched Aemond's lips with a soft and timid kiss, the young Prince was absolutely certain of it. Nothing mattered, but her. This. She made him feel courageous and worth something. So much bigger than what he really was. There was a place for him in this world. Lady y/n truly worshipped the ground Aemond walked on, and it felt so exhilirating to be loved by her. To be looked at the way she looked at him. Oh, there was nothing he couldn't do. He was convinced of it now.

Perhaps this was what gave him the necessary encouragement he needed to do what he did next

Part Two is here !

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hellfirecvnt · 2 years

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Love your writing and was wondering if you could write a eddiexreader smut😅. They’re (the older teens nancy robin steve jonathan argyle and eddie) hanging out at Steves place during the day in the pool (skimpy Bikini?) and later that evening they’re playing two truths and a lie while under the influence of weed and tequila shots. Its y/ns turn and since she is a lil pervert and loves to mess with eddie bc thats just the way you banter, she decides to mess with him by stating: „okay my turn! One: i am deadly afraid of butterflies. Two: i lost my virginity after watching the shining. And three: (y/n looks to eddie) im a squirter“ they all discuss but she was only focused on munsons reaction. They all voted for the butterfly thing because it seems the most obvious. „Nope scary fucking things, i have never squirted… yet“ later eddie offered to walk her home bc its on his way and his pervy side comes out.

Would love it if it ended with her squirting all over him and him being very proud xD

Long ask but your words sound better than the way i would write it 😅

X J🖤

What's truly wild to me is I have two requests rn and both involve a skimpy bikini water situation and god damn it, I love it here. Thank you for this prompt, I'm already in love AAAA!! (Also idk how to do two truths and a lie as a drinking game. Like idk when they have to take a shot so I'm gonna say when they get it wrong they take a shot lmao.)

...Yet

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (+18, minors DNI), perv!Eddie, perv!reader, drinking, drugs, unprotected sex, more?

A/N: no one is dead. Idk, everything still happened 1-4 but just no death.

You've lived in Hawkins for about a year now. Same as your friend Argyle. He says he moved here after a crazy earthquake, but you moved here to get away from the city or something cool and mysterious like that.

In the time you've lived here, you made friends with a really fun group of people. Nancy, who you met through journalism at school. Steve and Robin, who you met at Family Video. They took to you like a sibling the moment they found out you knew Nancy. Jonathan and Argyle moved here with the rest of the Byers. Same story about a weird earthquake. You don't ask too much about it.

But then there was Eddie. You meet him for the first time today. You've noticed him plenty of times but didn't get the chance to meet him until Steve and Robin dragged him to Steve's place for a small get-together. You're the first to arrive, a common trait for you.

"Y/N! You came!" Robin beams as she answers the door.

"Of course! I never turn down drinking by a pool," you lift the handle of tequila above your head and give it a "look at this" shake.

"Tequila? Do you want me to die?" Steve appears behind you, hands full of snacks for the shindig.

"Where's everybody at?" You yell into the empty home.

"They're on the way, you're like 30 minutes early. Again." Robin jokes as she passes you a knife to help her chop up fruit for the drinks. The rest of the crew arrives, and finally, in walks a tall, frizzy-haired man in a jean vest. He had several different patches, each one of your favorite bands.

"Munson, you made it!" Steve calls across the kitchen.

"Yeah, I thought you said this wasn't a party, Hair." He smirks, taking the beer Steve has extended out to him. The group migrates outside and you and Robin follow with trays of snacks.

"Oh, by the way, Y/N. This is Eddie," Steve places a friendly hand on Eddie's shoulder and lightly shakes him. He's an overtly friendly guy when he's drunk.

"Nice to meet you!" You smile at him, extending a hand to shake his. He stares at you silently for just a moment. Inside his head, he's fighting everything inside him to keep his eyes on your face. He fights to not let them travel down your body to your barely-there, black bikini. A silver chain dangles around your neck, slotting between your breasts and he's about to explode.

"Oh, uh, I'm Eddie," he answers a question no one asked.

"Yeah. I'm Y/N," you giggle, his face becomes ever so slightly rosy.

"Dude, who brought the tequila?" Argyle's face lights up as he cracks open the lid and pours everyone a shot. You slice a lime and pass the salt shaker around.

"What's the salt for?" Nancy, innocent Nancy.

"Why do you know how to shoot a gun, but you don't know how to shoot tequila?" You quip, earning a laugh from the group.

"It's much easier to pull a trigger than it is to drink something that smells like this." She lifts the shot glass to her nose before quickly yanking it away.

"Well, don't sniff it. That'll really make it hard," Jonathan rubs her back lovingly as she fights the smell out of her nose.

"Oh yeah? Nancy making it hard over there, Jonathan?" You tease, making them both blush. Everyone clinks their tiny glasses together in cheers. Eddie can't keep his eyes off of you. You're funny and sexy and, wow, a little pervy? He downed his shot without the lime or salt, staring at you the whole time.

You don't notice his eyes fucking you from every angle, you just keep laughing with Robin and Nancy.

"Hey, psst, Y/N!" Argyle whispers loudly, no one caring what he's saying. "You wanna come smoke this?" He holds up a skillfully rolled joint in his fingers. Jonathan stands behind him giving two thumbs up in encouragement.

"Hell yeah," you tell the girls to give you a minute and you start off toward the guys.

"Hey, I got one too," Eddie captures you and the boys' attention.

"Then come on, man. Let's go!" Argyle invites him enthusiastically.

"Freaks," Steve jokes with Nancy and Robin as they remain by the pool. The group comes back after a while. Everyone's eyes are bright red. Smiles spread ear to ear on each of your faces.

"I have the best idea," you narrow your eyes toward the entire group. They all look at you expectantly. "Two truths and a lie. I used to play it all the time back home."

"Oh my God, we played that game in Mr. Clark's class in like 7th grade because that kid got violently angry with a custodian and everyone felt like maybe the kids needed a chill day and-" Robin rambles even more when she's buzzed. She notices everyone staring silently and stops. "My bad, let's play."

Nancy goes first. Hers is quite difficult because they're all boring. Jonathan is the only one to guess her lie. Robin goes, then Steve, you easily guess their lies, they have no poker face.

"My turn! One," you hold up a finger, theatrically. "I'm deathly afraid of butterflies. Two," another finger. "I lost my virginity right after watching The Shining for the first time. And three," you raise a third finger and glance over at Eddie. Your sudden eye contact catches him off guard. "I'm a squirter." His cheeks instantly burn with rising blood. You focus on his reaction above everyone else.

"Jesus, Y/N!" Nancy playfully shoves your shoulder, laughing.

"Well like... I don't know your life, but I feel like it's gotta be the bug thing, right?" Argyle consults the group.

"Yeah, I've never seen you around a butterfly, but I don't think you'd be too scared. I saw what you did to Billy when you heard how he talked to Max." Steve chuckles.

"What'd she do to Hargrove?" Eddie furrows his brow. It's the only time his focus has shifted to anywhere but you since he got here.

"I broke a bottle on his head, big deal. Don't talk to little kids like that," you cross your arms, unintentionally pushing your breasts together, they're oily from tanning products/sun screen. Eddie's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull, he almost has to fight back a groan.

"Okay! Butterflies, final answer!" Robin returns everyone to the point.

"Pour up, fellas. I fucking hate butterflies," you spout proudly.

"So wait, what's the lie?" Jonathan asks.

"I'm not a squirter. I've never had that happen... Yet." You glance at Eddie once again, running your tongue across the bottoms of your teeth. You watch as Eddie's breath gets faster and faster. Something about flustering him is doing more for you than any other man, woman, or person has.

After you're all good and buzzed, you file into the pool. Argyle instantly cannonballs into the deep end, Steve follows suit. You and the rest of the girls linger in the mid-depth water. You lounge against the pool wall, water barely up to your tits. The pool is large, but not gigantic. So Eddie takes his chance to swim back and forth underwater so he can peek at your ass as your tiny bikini rides up your cheeks.

You notice his glances and nonchalantly toss his a pair of goggles. No one notices as you slide your index fingers up the seams of your bottoms, exposing even more flesh for him. He watches you do it, but somehow cannot let himself believe that just happened. He ends up having to "wait" in the pool a little longer than everyone else.

It's one of the best nights of your life. Just your friends and booze and weed. What else is there? Oh yeah, sex. You've been teasing Eddie all night, doing everything in your power to watch him shift and switch around in his seat as he tries to hide what you're doing to him.

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan all leave together. Argyle is more of a smoker than a drinker, so he was okay to drive by the end of the night having only taken 3 shots in total, the entire day. You live within walking distance from Steve, luckily. And so does Eddie.

"Bye, you guys!" You slur, hugging Robin tightly, causing her cheeks to blush slightly. You hug Steve too and wave goodbye to Eddie.

"Hey, wait. Let me walk you home. It's a weird town and you're wearing nothing but a bathing suit," Eddie offers, working his hardest to appear some sort of sober. He changed back into his normal clothes before anybody. Most likely to make it easier to hide his erection.

"I don't want you walking alone either, though," you argue, concerned and drunk.

"It's on the way, it's fine," He wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you out the door, turning back to wink at Steve.

"Called it," Steve and Robin speak at the same time after you and Eddie close the door behind you.

"So, butterflies, huh?" Eddie brings that back up.

"Yeah, dude. Have you ever seen their fucking faces?" You're shocked you even have to explain this.

"Nah, I don't think about butterflies when I think about 'fucking faces.'" Eddie becomes a little more comfortable when he's alone with you. You side-eye him with a smirk as you both walk.

"How often do you think about fucking faces, Eddie?" Your voice lowers, a special subtle emphasis on his name. His legs nearly fail him right then and there.

"I don't know. Seemed to be one of the only things I could think about all night tonight," he slides his hands into his pockets.

"What were the other things?" You tug on your bottom lip with your teeth.

"The way that bikini leaves very little to the imagination." He gently, but quickly takes the string tying your bottoms together and pulls it. You catch the front, but the entire back falls down. He stops in his tracks and takes a few steps back, watching you as you dropped your bag to try and fix your falling suit.

"You son of a bitch, what was that for?" You tie the knot back securely.

"Just making sure my imagination was right," he runs his tongue over his top lip, looking down at you.

"That's not fair, I can't untie anything off you." You cross your arms playfully.

"You can take anything you want off of me, sweetheart. It's only fair." He grins, looking down at your blushing face.

"My house is right here." You point to a shrub blocking a house just on the other side. Eddie glances at it and then goes back to you. His grin has turned a lot more devious. You lead him inside, your parents are out of town for the next two weeks, so you don't worry about getting caught.

You lead him to your room and the second your door closes, you're all over each other. Hands roaming each other's bodies where your eyes had spent all night exploring. He kisses you hungrily, taking your bottom lip in his teeth and gently pulling. You moan into his kiss as his hands brush over your crotch through your bathing suit.

"Fuck, what are you waiting for?" You moan as he rubs sweet circles on your pussy before undoing the string on both sides of your bottoms and tossing them aside. After shoving you on the bed, he plunges his long, ringed middle finger into your drenched pussy, pumping in and out of you lightly. Whining moans fall from your mouth as he curls his finger inside you.

"God damn, you're so wet. You have fun teasing me all night?" Eddie raises an eyebrow. "Almost made me fuck you in front of all your friends."

"Had to get you here somehow," you moan, placing your hand on his as it moves.

"Yeah, and now I'm here. And I'm gonna make you regret inviting me inside." He withdraws his hand from between your thighs, leaving your back arching for contact.

"Eddieee," you whine, bucking your hips against nothing.

"Shhh, I'm gonna make you feel so good, you won't even notice I stole your panties when you changed into your bathing suit at Harrington's."

"You what?" He holds up your purple lace thong, bringing it to his face and inhaling your scent. You're overcome with butterflies as you watch his pants tighten as his fingers wrap around the small bit of cloth.

"I'll just hold on to these a little longer." He winks before shoving them into his back pocket. He positions himself with his head between your thighs. You can feel his hot breath on your throbbing clit. He plants soft kisses on your inner thighs before finally plunging his tongue between your folds.

You reach down and wrap your hands in his frizzy curls, holding his head firmly against you. He chuckles against the sensitive skin as he feels your fingers weave through his hair. He flicks his tongue over your clit quickly, snaking a hand up to finger you while he licks. He adds a second finger, and you throw your head back as the tension builds in your stomach.

"Oh my God, don't stop!" You moan loudly as you reach your climax. Your back arches and your legs shake involuntarily. You're twitching and grasping as he rises and looms over you.

"Don't worry, you're not done." He stares into your eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. He quickly unfastens his belt, lowering his jeans and boxers to the bend of his knee. His throbbing erection springs toward you, desperate to stretch you out. He strokes himself a few times before positioning his head at your entrance.

"Please, please Eddie," you beg, bending any way you can to try to feel his cock inside you.

"No, I love the way you sound when you beg." He lowers his face to your ear, hovering over you on all fours. "Begging to get fucked by a guy you met today."

"Yeah, look how easy you are," you taunt. He chuckles, sliding his dick up and down your slit, gathering your arousal around the head.

"So fucking hot," his voice is no more than a growling whisper. He stays put, teasing your hole for a few moments more. You writhe and twitch beneath him, but he doesn't relent. He drinks in the image of your distress as you plead for him to enter you.

"Eddie, for the love of-" he cuts you off by slamming into you at full capacity. You let out a loud, sensual moan. There's a slight dull pain due to Eddie's size, but it quickly turns to overwhelming pleasure as he fucks into you.

You sink your nails into his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close to you as if being inside you wasn't close enough. His large, strong hands grip your thighs roughly, ensuring you take his full length with every thrust.

"Fuck, how are you so fucking tight?" Eddie moans as he tosses his head back, rutting into you like a sex toy. He fucks you hard like he has no regard for your feelings, but you know he does by the way he rubs sweet circles on your clit while he thrusts. You've never felt this kind of build-up in your abdomen. Even just with his tongue moments ago, that might've been the hardest you've ever came.

You're about to finish again when he quickly pulls out.

"Eddie, no!" You whine, immediately reaching your hand down to finish yourself. He catches your wrists, pinning them above your head as you buck and squirm, your orgasm slowly fleeting.

"Regret it, yet?" He smirks, waiting for your thrashing to end. The moment your legs relax, he plunges directly back into you. Fucking you wildly as if he never stopped. The build-up is somehow more intense this time. Your back arches so far you think it's gonna snap.

"Eddie! I cant- I can't take anymore," you start to shove at him with weak arms, but you keep letting him continue because it feels too good.

"You're gonna take it, sweetheart," he whispers into your ear before slowing down to a near stop. He pumps into you at a snail's pace, watching your eyes roll back as you feel every inch inside you. He gradually regains his speed until he's fucking you at the perfect rate.

Your heart rate quickens by the second, the pit in your stomach and the throbbing in your clit makes you almost delirious. A few more moaning gasps and you scream.

"Eddie, wait-" but it's too late. You squirt against him, flooding his lower half in your ecstasy. Whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to fuck you through your high. The sight of your flood and the knowledge that he just made you experience that for the first time are enough to have his orgasm not far behind.

"Fuck," he growls as he grinds into you, filling you with warmth. His cock twitches inside you, and your overly sensitive cunt feels every tiny movement as he pulls out. He collapses next to you, you're both worn out and breathless, covered in each other's sweat.

"That was amazing..." You're in awe of what your body just did.

"First time's the fucking charm," Eddie brags through heavy breaths.

"I don't think that's the saying." You chuckle.

"Doesn't matter, I just made you squirt all over my cock," he grins ear to ear. "For the first time in your life."

"I dunno, I think you need to do it again so we can be sure." You bite your lip, scanning Eddie's sweaty face.

"Give me 20 minutes, and I'll make you cum until I fucking drown." He jokes, his voice a low rolling tone. Blush forces itself to your cheeks, and he kept his promise. 20 minutes later your legs were over his shoulders and your bed is getting so wet, you know you're going to have to change the entire bed set, but you don't care.

Every time he makes you squirt, Eddie's ego gets a little bigger, causing him to fuck you harder and longer than the session before. You fuck all day and well into the night before the two of you finally crash, covered in sweat and cum, entangled in each other.

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Kupala night : Morpheus x slav!reader

This one is for all my slavic!European fellas here. I take the liberty of tagging @somest1.

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Kupala night

I was born In 976 in a small slovian village. For the first 16 years of my life I believed to be just an ordinary girl, even if I was reluctant to the thought of getting married, raising kids and spending my whole life in this godforsaken hole. Everyone around me was living like that and were constantly trying to convince me that this was sort of a duty and I should get back down on earth instead of keeping my head in the clouds, dreaming.

Speaking of dreaming….

Nights were my time to escape reality. To get away from the mundane world, boring day-to-day affairs, the same circle over and over. Dreams brought me relief, feeling like I was in control, my imagination running wild. I guess my too-active-at-night brain captured the attention of the Dream Lord himself. One night, he just appeared inside my dream, out of nowhere, for no particular reason and with no particular purpose. Dressed in all black, with messy hair and glistening eyes, wearing a log coat made from a fabric that I have never seen before. I was startled at first, but quickly regained my focus. There was something … intense yet also calming in his presence. Something was telling me it was no intention of his to hurt me or scare me. Since we were in my dream I took it upon me to host this meeting.

“Hello stranger. What brings you here?”

“Greeting, dreamer. I am Lord of Dreams, King of the Nightmare realm. Ruler of the Dreaming.”

“Sounds… powerful.”

“It is. And I am the one who control your sleeping hours.”

“I see” I nodded, my hair falling into my eyes. I hated those traditions, that a girl has to wear long hair up until she is married. This old custom known as “the first haircut” made no sense at all. “Thank you for that then, My Lord. Those hours are the only one that gives me a bit of peace.”

“How so?” his voice was dark and soft with a tone of curiosity which encouraged me to continue.

“I don’t think like I belong here. In this place” I turned my head around “I feel like I’m suffocating. I want more from life. I don’t think I’m like the other girls in the village.”

“You are not.” He spoke calmly taking a step forward showing himself in whole and only now I’ve noticed his whole figure. He sure was not an ordinary human with all his physique. Dream Lord, in some unimaginable way was both strong and muscular but also soft and delicate. Kind of man in whose arms any other woman would probably fall into within a heartbeat and the handsome one I felt like running away from as far as possible. Not because he was a stranger or because it was a shame for a maiden to be around a man without chaperone. Because I was awfully aware of my own flaws and this perfection in front of me made me self-conscious.

“And you came here to tell me that, My Lord?” I eyed him with curiosity

“No.” this simple answer hanged in the silence between us and I was wise enough not to push any words from him “I came because I was bored.”

“Just like me?”

“Yes” he hesitated “what you said about people being small, living on a day-to-day basis it true. Since the begging of my existence I never came across a human who would dare to question the reality the way you do. You are different.

“So different, most believe me to be a witch. Or a demon.”

“You are neither of them. I would know. But tell me, dreamer , what is it that makes you so?”

“Maybe I’m bored too. It’s not within my powers to stand against the customs. Some of them I truly enjoy but….”

“You seek freedom.”

“That I do.”

“Then let the dreams be your way to that. I will grant you this favor.”

“And what shall you require In return my Lord”

“Keep your dreaming. They may entertain me for the time being”

***

And so this agreement with Dream Lord (which I’ve later learned was named Morpheus) went on. Every night I was dreaming and he was watching from the distance. Until one June night where all the village were preparing for a celebration called “Kupala night” when no one was supposed to sleep. It was a festive that all the unmarried girls and bachelors were eagerly awaiting. The woods for fires was gatheres from the forest, the maidens were weaving coronets wondering what flowers and plants to use for them. One of the events for the night was called “unhanding the wraths”, some sort of prediction whether the girl will be married and to whom. Three possible outcome of that trial was either the girl becoming an old maid (if the coronet got stuck in the scirpus), the girl waiting for her beloved for a long time (if it kept on flowing on water) or getting married to the boy who were the first to retrieve the wrath. Of course, the first and second fate was worse than death and every maiden feared it, hence the discussion about the plants that will ensure success. For the sake of it I tried my best to involve myself in those preparations, but my mind was elsewhere. I truly enjoyed Kupala as a night of fun, music and fires, but it was also a missed meeting with Dream. Guess you can’t have everything in life.

When the night fell, the darkness came and the first fire was lit the celebration has begun. The oldest housekeepers threw some herbs into the bonfires – sagebrush, clary and some other as a symbol of fertily and abundance for the upcoming year. Then the village priest started chanting prayers towards our gods and everyone joined. Once we were done with the official parts, some of the elders came forward telling stories about the legendary fern flowers, which, once found, was a symbol of luck and allegedly – immortality. The boys were allowed to wonder the forest on this particular night In search for it. Honestly, the boys were encouraged to do a lot tonight, like jumping through the fires. Not one and not two of them ended up with burned pants but it was only an occasion for laugh and jokes. Everyone was united and that was why I loved Kupala, soon enough getting involved with all the magic around and forgetting about Dream.

A while later it was time for girls to flow their wreaths. We stood on the one edge of the river while the boys went to the other. With shaking hands my friends put theirs coronets on the water, fingers crossed, hugging each other, slowly walking towards the boys part to check the outcome. Surprisingly, only one coronet was left uncaught. Mine. It was just flowing on the water heading towards the unknown. As if I wasn’t already the talk of the people. This was only a sign that fate was not on my sign and my beloved were not to show soon. Truly, I did not care about it that much. While the girls were heading back to the settlement accompanied by their lucky soon-to-be husbands I had a different purpose in my mind.

Instead of following the crowd I turned into the dark forest path. If the legends were true and the fern flower could really bring luck and happiness then perhaps it would get me out of this confined place and help me travel and explore the worlds. Oh, how I wish for that. I was walking the path, silent pleading in my head, muttering the words and surely looking crazy at the moment. Since I was not paying any attention to where I was stamping my feet I tripped and fell down.

“Ouch.” I gasped as my nose and forehead starting to swell. “Stupid girl! Focus on what’s real” I told myself getting up and wishing it was as easy to do as to say. I gathered myself in best intent to go back but before I made that plan into action I noticed…..

“No. no. This can’t be” . right in front of me, hidden underneath the tree trunk was … the fern flower. The mystical, magical symbol of everything everyone ever wanted. I immediately forgot about the whole world rushing towards the plant and falling on my knees next to it afraid to rip if off or even touch it. Instead I was just admiring it’s glowing, shiny petals, the delicate stem and leaves.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Gods! Dream! You have scared me.”

“Apologies.” He muttered looking down “but why are you awake?”

“We have a celebration, you know. A festive? As a being of years-old shouldn’t you know about it?”

“Humans customs change. It is not my will or intend to know all of them”

“Shall I explain it to you then my lord?” I asked innocently, smiling at him still happy about my discovery

“You may. And… “ he stopped abruptly looking down where the flower was growing.

“What? What is it?” I followed his gaze

“This flower. Did you found it?”

“Yes. Just a minute ago. Dream? You got this serious face of yours, should I be worried?”

“No. But my sister would not be happy about this.” He smirked

“Your sister?” I frowned in confusion

***

To cut the story short let me just sat that the legend of the fern flower’s immortal powers were in fact true. And despite Dream’s belief his sister (who was literal Death) did not mind. In her own words, she had to “succumb to ancient rules which were binding even for her”. And when she met me she was more than glad that I found it. She immediately started treating me like a sister and promised to keep in touch. Yes, that was not ominous at all. But speaking seriously, she was a delight. Not in the slightest what you may think of imagine death as, so different from her gloomy brother who had no idea about humans. Since I explained to him all the customs of my people, much to Death’s delight he started to treat me like his personal encyclopedia on human life. I was the one to explain to him things I never imagine would require explaining. Funny how it was he was so oblivious.

Since I became immortal I had to feel the village to avoid being burned on the stake as witch. Ever since I was travelling a lot, moving between places and countries, not really staying anywhere for long. Dream and Death were surprisingly helpful with that taking me in as a part of family. I suppose they were in need of someone who were as lonely as they were. Even if Dream would never admit that. But, since I was a woman it was obviously easier to form a connection with Death (you know girl to girl). Due to my incentive, in 1389 as the three of us visited some old tavern the sibling made a bet. They choose one particular man, named Hob, which Death blessed with immortality. The point was to see whether at some point he would seek death or would his passion for life stayed.

“I don’t see the point In that” Death opposed “we already have you, and you do not want to die, am I right?”

“I am not really a good benchmark, Death. I had no choice in that matter and just had to … adapt. But of course I am not complaining”

“she is right sister. We do not need another immortal human.”

“Oh, be quiet, Dream and just try to listen for once! You know what my friend, I will do it. I will grant him this gift. Do you take the bet, brother?”

“What bet?”

“That this man there will not wish to die, even after hundreds of years.”

“I accept. Therefore I shall meet him every hundred years and see where that goes.”

***

Hob and I soon became friends. I mean, how many immortals human with shared experience walk the earth. That was the thing that definitely brought us together. I really enjoyed living in the XXI century, but after so many years and so many changes I slowly started to miss my old customs, like Kupala, which people in the modern times forgot.

“Is everything alright with you, dear” Hob asked me on one June day. He was just about to attend his meeting with dream.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit stuck in the past. Did I ever tell you that back in X century my people were celebrating Kupala Night. If we were living in other times it would take place tonight”

“Yeah, you mentioned that before. I know about the …. Coronets, right?

“Yes” I sighed “guess my prediction back in time were right. I would never get a beloved”

“Really?” hob shook his head in disbelief “I think you should open your eyes, friend”

“Hob Gadling!” I crossed my yes “What are you implying? I though we were just friends!”

“I’m not talking about myself” he almost rolled his eyes “go figure it out, I’m already late.”

“Hob! Don’t you dare walking away from me like that!” I yelled but he just waved his hand in goodbye and with signature smile left the house. That cheeky bastard!

***

I opened my eyes and found myself in complete darkness instantly knowing that this was a dream. That or I was going crazy. Why else would my bed be on the edge of the forest? A familiar forest. Almost like the one I knew and walked back in X century. There was a light flickering between the trees and I instantly followed it, hearing the voices chanting some old prayers in ancient language I knew well enough.

“Perun, god of lightning, Weles, god of the underworld, save us from the demons, grant us safety and fertility. Bring us abundance and crops.’ The old man behind the fire spoke. I stood there with my feet rooted to the spot, tears threatening to fall down. It was like in the past. How I missed that!

“My child, do not lurk in the shadows, come forward, join our celebration” the man turned toward me and I was able to see his face.

“Iwo….” I whispered remembering the priest from the past. The only one to treat me like a normal person, never shaming or pointing fingers.

“My child, it’s wonderful to see you here.”

“But … but how….”

“It’s a dream, isn’t it” he smiled making me sit on the log next to fire “you missed Kupala and there we are. Do you wish to unhand the wreath or jump through the fire? Surely you don’t have to search for the fern anymore.”

I smiled faintly.

“It’s not the same. Besides, I do not have a coronet prepared”.

“Oh, but you do” he flicked the fingers and handed me ….

“Is it the same” I reached my hands towards the gift he was showing.

“The very same”. My old coronet from before 1000 years.

“How…?”

“Just go, my child…. It’s your second chance and who knows what the future may bring you.”

Hesitantly I get up and moved toward the river where the coronet was supposed to be unhanded.

“This is crazy” I muttered “but my whole life has already been so why not”. I let it go and slowly followed as it flowed. The memories from the past, the girls’ laughter, the boys’ teasing, the elders’ stories, the prophecies… I closed my eyes, trying my best to keep that in me, the ghost of past surrounding my every step. I didn’t really hope that the result I got back in the days would be any different. After all, I was alone with my thoughts in this forest. Not a soul around.

“my dreamer” surprisingly, dark, tall, lean figure emerged from the other side. It was almost like the day we first met

“Hello stranger. What brings you here?” I revoked the first word I spoke to him.

“I came to visit your dream. And perhaps, do something more “ he raised left hand in which he was holding … my coronet

“How…”

“I believe this is prophecy?”

‘Yes, but….”

“Does it not make you content?” he searched my eyes with curious expression on his face. His eyes were also hiding a bit of… fear of what I may say.

“Oh, Morpheus ….” I took a few steps towards him and hugged him not caring about the coronet getting crashed in the process. For a second I hid my face in his chest while he closed his hands around me “Is this a joke?” I pulled back frowning afraid he was messing around.

“Never, my love. I should have told you about my … feelings … sooner.”

“Then why now? What pushed you?” I looked him straight into eyes now noticing the relief and pure, undeniable love he was hiding inside.

“Well. Hob might have mentioned something about taking action and ….”

“And you listened?” I laughed “How out of character of you!” his grip on my waist tightened “easy, Dream. I’m glad you did. Hob can be a menace sometimes, but he is still a good friend. To me.” I added quickly “I know you do not need friends”

“But I do need you.” He leaned forward so our noses were touching

“So… are you gonna act on this need or …”

He didn’t let me finish as his soft lips connected with mine and we just stood like that, in a dream, In the middle of forest kissing. I guess the fern flower really did bring me luck.

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Reaching for Stardust - Part II

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Word Count: ~4300

Warnings: none

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Josh and I had tackled grocery shopping first thing in the morning, unpacked it all, then headed out for a long walk through some swamps that were so overgrown and murky that it lended to a very quiet experience with no one to interrupt us. It was nice. He’d been quieter than usual again, though I thought he might just want to tune into the wildlife we didn’t always get to encounter–the tree frogs were invisible around us but loud, their throaty songs permeating the air, and Josh vocalized wonder as to what they were saying to each other. The bullfrogs were loud too, impressive in their deep calls, and we saw a couple leap from the muddy edges of the trail into the dark, shallow water and disappear. Redwing blackbirds fluttered from reed to reed, pausing on cattails to tweet more words unknown to us before going off to perch somewhere else, and the geese beyond were paddling through the water with fuzzy bunches of yellow babies, which Josh and I had to stop and watch until they got too far away to squeal over anymore.

But Josh wasn’t quiet in the car–he was singing along to Van Morrison, the copy of Saint Dominic’s Preview that his dad had given to him rolling through the CD player, and I was amused at how he sang every word with passion despite how strangely their voices mixed. Or didn’t mix at all, really. They didn’t go together, making for quite a jarring duet, but Josh just kept going and I kept watching–I watched the sun hit his eyelashes and his cheekbones, how it cast a shadow down his neck when we drove through the trees and back onto the paved roads, and I watched his hands move from the wheel to the air as he sang along. He was always moving. He couldn’t ever just be still, not even while driving, and I could still remember how much that had annoyed me when we’d first met. Now, I couldn’t imagine why–he was like a bird too, colorful and vocal, quick and strategic.

The sun wrapped itself through his honey curls and I reached out to touch his hair, to run my fingers over the shaved patch above his ear. “You ever gonna let all this grow out again?”

Josh hummed with the last few words of the song before he answered: “Maybe. Why, do you miss it?”

“Sometimes,” I admitted, looking in my mind’s eye at a snapshot of Josh from years prior, all that hair wild, untamed, ridiculous, adorable. “I like it. But you already know if you get rid of all your hair, I’m leaving you.”

He laughed, nose crinkling. “Oh yeah, you’ve told me that. I’m not gonna. We still have to get married, you know.”

I huffed out a small laugh at him throwing that out there so casually. “I remember that too, don’t worry.”

“So when are we gonna do it?” Josh asked, turning for a moment to look at me, his eyes catching the light too and I could see a brief glimpse of all their colors, the nature that lived inside those irises.

“After you propose to me,” I told him, then laughed again. “Unless this is your proposal?”

“Absolutely not. But you said you didn’t want me to propose to you yet.”

“You don’t think we should buy a house first?” I reminded him, looking out the window as we passed other people’s houses, all looking way better than an apartment. “That’s really my only stipulation. I thought we talked about it.”

“I know. But I just don’t wanna wait much longer, darling.”

I looked back at him, gazing down at the pendant, the Taurean bull, the little starshine jewel, I’d given him for our first anniversary that was hanging around his neck. Truthfully, I didn’t want to wait much longer either but I wanted to put down real roots first–I wanted us to have a place we could truly call home and begin to build before we put the final touch on our relationship. Josh had never been so orthodox with anything really and that was okay, which made me wonder even more why he wasn’t so willing to just go along with my idea. But maybe this was that bull-like stubbornness rearing its head.

“It’ll be better for us to be married when we buy a house anyway,” Josh went on. “For the taxes and everything.”

“Oh?” I quipped, not even sure about that myself. “What difference does it make? I thought married couples got tax breaks no matter where they lived.”

“Well, both our names would be on the deed or whatever regardless. What difference does it make when we buy a house?”

“If it makes no difference, why can’t we buy a house before we get married?”

Josh sighed. “We could probably plan a whole wedding and get married in the time it’d take to even find a house.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No, I just wanna be your husband.”

I inhaled sharply. That shut me up. We’d talked about getting engaged, getting married, being married, but we’d never actually said “husband” and “wife” before. It sounded so formal. So adult. And I often still felt like Josh and I were still kids, just two silly people messing around even while being in love and having a life together, and it was jarring to suddenly be reminded that we were far from that. So far from that and there was no going back and that wasn’t even a bad thing. It was just kind of a scary thing.

“Okay. No bets,” I said, reaching over to place my hand on his thigh. “But I still think I can find a house faster than you can get a ring.”

“You think I don’t already have a ring?” Josh asked, then cackled over Van Morrison’s grunting. “Come on, you know me better than that.”

My heart did a little flip. “You do? Seriously?”

Josh patted my hand on his thigh. “Yeah, silly goose,” he said, then wagged his finger at me with his eyes on the road. “But don’t even think about asking to see it. That’s gonna be a surprise. The whole proposal will be a surprise.”

I had imagined it many times in slightly different ways each time. The one constant was that it would be at night–the stars HAD to be there when it happened. I trusted Josh felt the same way. As I imagined it again, I said, “I’m sure it will be. You’ve always been full of surprises.”

“I try my best. Gotta keep things spicy,” Josh said, smiling big enough in my peripheral vision to catch my full attention again. “So about tonight–you wanna get dinner first?”

“Yeah, definitely. You said there’s some Mediterranean place that’s good?”

“Sam says so. Or we could go to that diner we liked the last time. Up to you.”

I looked back out the window. We were almost home and the afternoon was still relatively young and warm, keeping me optimistic about the impending night, not that there was anything to actually be edgy about. It was always just such an experience when the boys played a show–they’d come so far as time had gone on. They were on a real label, had a manager, traveled in an actual bus and had all moved to Detroit in the past year. Big changes. Josh and I knew those wouldn’t be the last of the changes, either. It felt like only a matter of time before they moved somewhere even bigger where they could really flesh out and grow to be even more successful so, for now, we all made the mini road trip whenever we could to see one another. I was glad their show was going to be in their home base and even though we could zip back home afterward, I proposed something of my own instead.

“What if we got a hotel tonight?” I asked Josh, already picturing the two of us rolling around drunk in fluffy white linens.

“Ooh, hell yes,” Josh said, smiling big again, his perfect teeth gleaming in the sun. “Why didn’t we think of that sooner? I mean, what’s stopping us?”

“Absolutely nothing.” I grabbed my phone and pulled up Google. “I’ll find us a room right now.”

We showered, dressed, packed our bags and headed on the road again with Josh driving, of course, again. He’d bought a used Jeep Compass a few months back and was still loving it even with winter being over–it was a struggle to get him NOT to drive. Not that I minded. Josh was good at going fast enough to always make good time without ever attracting police, which he was also very skilled at spotting along the highway. I did find it amusing how small he looked inside the car though, perched up high in the driver’s seat like a little sparrow.

I missed the boys, probably far more than I let any of them and also Josh on. It’s not like they were all that far away, just a hop skip and a jump down 75 and we were there, but sometimes it felt so far. I had gotten so used to seeing them all the time. They were always around. Then suddenly they weren’t. What made it more difficult was how much busier they’d become, so texting had decreased and phone calls were almost non-existent, at least with me. I knew it wasn’t all that much better for Josh but he never let his woes about it show. I still knew it hurt him, he was just resilient, always able to find the good in everything even when it was painful to get there.

“Do you ever think about what life would be like if you’d been part of the band?” I asked Josh as we cruised down the highway, the sky a vast sea of surprisingly clear blue beyond. “I mean, you definitely have the voice for it. And the poetry.” We’d talked about this before too, but it’d been a while–I was curious if the answer had changed. Josh always struck me as someone who needed more freedom than even an artsy film instructor had; then again, sometimes it seemed like being in a touring band didn’t give the boys all the freedom they deserved.

“It’d be fun. But my life is fun now, too,” Josh said, turning to give me a wide, sparkling grin. “Anyway, I always stole the show when Jake and I were growing up. Now it’s his turn to be front and center.”

“They all look so–so shiny all the time now,” I commented, looking out the window as I envisioned Danny with his face adorned in rhinestones, Sam’s sleek, shimmering blazers and Jake’s jeweled details on all his stage outfits.

Josh laughed, sounding pleased by my observation. “They clearly have fun with it. I keep asking Jake to give me some things whenever he’s done with them. Reduce, reuse, recycle to your older brother.”

“Older by five minutes,” I reminded him, although I definitely was into the idea of Jake passing on some pieces to Josh. He’d wear a bejeweled jacket out anywhere, no fancy event needed.

Our hotel was more or less in the heart of downtown, requiring Josh to zip his Jeep through a dark parking garage, and then our echoing footsteps brought us down an elevator and to the check-in desk, where Josh was too late with scolding me for paying for the room. I told him he could buy dinner and breakfast to make up for it, to which he grumbled but ultimately agreed.

The room was standard–simple and inviting and so neat and tidy that I felt a weight lift off my chest. Cool taupe walls surrounded us, with mahogany carpet to go along with the paint and a mahogany desk to match that, a queen bed made up with a tightly tucked, plush white bedspread and an excess of fat pillows, a decently sized flatscreen TV, a black mini fridge with an array of undoubtedly ungodly priced snacks laid neatly beneath it. The best part of the room was the view. We had an open, clear view of the city, the buildings tall and captivating beyond the glass, and the river wasn’t far from our eyes either.

We dropped our bags to the floor and I beelined for the bathroom, which was also impeccably clean–at least in appearance–and neat, and from beyond the closed door, which was an element of our relationship neither of us felt compelled to change, Josh spoke to me.

“So are we still doing Mediterranean? Or do you wanna look at this visitor’s guide?”

As I zipped back up I replied, “We should look anyway. Like we’re tourists.”

“We’re like groupies,” Josh corrected as I washed my hands, and when I came back out he was sitting at the foot of the bed flipping through the guide.

“Yeah, that’s more accurate.” I sat down next to him, then flopped backwards to lie flat on the firm yet somehow cloud-like mattress. “The show’s at seven, right?”

“Yep. Masonic Temple.”

“Oh yeah.” I turned to look out the window, the memory of our last experience there coming back to me–it had been the boys on that stage last time, too. It was crazy, I thought, how drastically things could change in just a couple years. I wasn’t sure I could take much more change for a while.

Josh and I had preemptively decided that we would actually show up as sparkly and glittery as we could to go along with, and hopefully bring some joy to, the boys. We stood side by side in the bathroom mirror after we got dressed–Josh was wearing a flowy, sheer white shirt with gold embroidery that he’d found during a previous thrifting excursion–while I was in form-fitting royal purple, applying glitter to our eyes and cheeks until we both looked more or less like disco balls.

No matter how much or what kind of attention he drew to himself, Josh never got his feathers ruffled and I always adored that about him. He walked as tall as he could, with a natural air of pride but also approachability, and kept himself open to that attention and to the whole world. He just never seemed that afraid of anything–not of judgment, certainly. And not even of all these changes. He took everything as it came, threw some glitter on it like it was magic and went through the universe like he knew he was an intrinsic, unstoppable part of it. And he’d helped me feel the same at times, like when we descended in the elevator and reentered the public, and I didn’t feel any shame at all even while plastered in color and sparkle. What made it all the better was when Josh took my hand as we exited the hotel and hit the streets. I still often felt like one of these days, he was going to take my hand and we were just going to fly away like Peter Pan and Wendy. I figured stranger things had happened, and Josh was full of wondrous strangeness.

Our dinner ran late with the restaurant understandably being busy on a Saturday night, so by the time we got to the venue, the opener was already playing and Josh and I decided we’d wait until after the show to accost the boys. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that they’d reached a point of success where they had opening bands and weren’t the opening act themselves but by the time they were beneath the lights, glittering and sparkling even more than I expected, I was reminded yet again of just how incredible they were.

Sitting next to me, Josh bobbed and sang quietly along to the songs. He knew all of them, even the newer ones, by heart. There was a part of me that had always anticipated him changing course, joining the band, no matter how fulfilled he already was. I could easily see him up there next to Jake, creating beautiful chaos right along with everyone else. But I was glad he hadn’t. I thought our life together was fun, too–Josh immersed in academia, in a subject he loved just as much as music, me trailing along in travel writing that wasn’t quite a passion but certainly helped to keep the focus and the funds on building more and more pieces of this life together.

Josh took my hand and gently stroked the backs of my fingers; I thought about what it would be like if we both wore wedding rings. I didn’t even know what his might look like for sure–gold, certainly, but a simple band didn’t suit him. He’d need something more extravagant. What did my ring look like? Where did he keep it? When did he buy it? My mind was suddenly racing with so many questions that my surroundings blurred until my body registered Josh’s touch again, and I looked down at his own perfectly sculpted hand before looking back up at the stage.

When we were backstage, riding a high that wasn’t even truly our own, Josh roped his twin into a tight hug and I made my way to the rhythm section, and soon enough I felt Sam’s lanky arms and Danny’s ridiculously hard arms around me and the entire world felt like it got brighter and warmer. Their presence just did that.

“God, you were amazing,” I said with my chin over both of their shoulders. When I pulled back, Jake suddenly swarmed me in his own hug, his slight body still very apparently buzzing with a high of his own. “And it’s been ages, you lunatics.”

“I know, I know,” Jake said, his voice even huskier post-set. “You guys should just move here.”

“Well, what’s the point when you’re a touring band now?” I replied, taking him in, all sweat and glitter and magic. They all were. Josh too, though far less sweaty, already gathered Sam and Danny in his arms like they were bundles of flowers and not nearly twice his size. “Just move back home.”

“What’d you think of our new songs?” Sam pressed, squirming out of Josh’s grasp, and wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back.

“Loved them,” Josh and I said in unison, and I added, “I remember the title of one of them, I think. ‘Brave’ something, right?”

“‘Brave New World,’” Danny answered, holding his hair up from his neck with one hand. I could so clearly see the literal growth that had taken place in silence, undetected in the passing moments, over the past few years especially in him. None of them were boys anymore. None of us were kids anymore, point blank, and the all-consuming, final realization of it made me dizzy for a moment.

“That’s right, ‘Brave New World,’” I repeated, committing the title to memory. “I love it. I loved all of it. Your shows never get old.”

“Except you guys are getting old,” Josh said, slinging his arm over Jake’s shoulders, and Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes even as he smiled at his brother’s teasing.

“You’re only as young as you feel,” Sam corrected. “And I feel pretty damn young. Spry, as a matter of fact.”

“Definitely spry,” Danny agreed, letting his hair down, dark curls spilling over his tan shoulders.

“You guys going out?” Jake asked, looking Josh and I up and down. “You look like you’re dressed for it.”

“This was all for you,” Josh told him, then moved in next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “But we could go out, provided you’re all joining us in that quest.”

Jake laughed. “I think that can be done.”

None of them even stopped to shower–we all headed out, the three rock stars still sticky with sweat, and all of us were as jovial as we had been when we were just kids. The bouncer sitting in the doorway of the bar asked for all of our IDs and gave a particularly lingering look at Sam’s. He’d always be the baby as far as I, and seemingly everyone else, was concerned.

I was spared the weight of nostalgia the longer we were out and the more we drank, too immersed in the glow of the present to fall back into the past. Sam and Danny knocked back tequila shots like it was their job and Jake had apparently become somewhat of a beer expert, so he and Josh were ordering all kind of tasting glasses and debating which were the best and why, and I was in the thick of it all, blissfully getting more and more intoxicated with my own cocktails. Bits and pieces of memories came back to me at times, little moments of remembering that tugged on my heart, but for the most part I found myself tethered to exactly where I was, just grateful we were all together and grateful that things felt so similar to how they’d once been.

“I hate saying goodbye,” I lamented after the bar lights flashed and it was time for all of us to go, and we were huddled together on the sidewalk outside. The boys were waiting for their ride and Josh assured me he was fine to drive, having got too caught up in the IPA debate to even get drunk.

“It’s not goodbye,” Danny assured me and stumbled a bit as he stood, which was particularly amusing to see in contrast with how controlled he was while sober. “It’s just like, see ya later. Right?”

“It’s like, an hour drive,” Sam added, grabbing Danny’s arm. “‘S not so bad.”

“But you tour,” I reminded both of them, sadness dripping in my words though I didn’t quite feel the brunt of it yet. “Just–just stay in one place for a while. Otherwise Josh and I are gonna have to become roadies or something.”

Josh laughed and brought his arm to my waist again. “Yeah, that’s true. She’s very into that idea, as a matter of fact.”

“We’ll hang out again soon,” Jake said and, at least from him, it sounded real and true and I felt a little more reassurance. “We’re not going anywhere. Not really.”

“Not forever,” I said.

He shook his head, smiling. “Not forever.”

When Josh and I made it back to the hotel, it really hit me how fast the whole night had gone by and I thought, Was this what life just becomes for everyone? Time zipping by before you even have the chance to remember what you’re passing through? Even with an abundance of booze making it more challenging, I tried to commit more pieces to memory–the way Sam’s shirt had flashed and shined like pearls as he played, his face too, how he always looked so enraptured by the music there was no way to get him out of that space. His little beard and mustache combo too, which was new, and Jake’s, and Josh’s. I wasn’t sure when they’d all gotten on that train but I was secretly glad Danny kept his face bare. Picturing him with a goatee made me laugh, then I resumed trying to memorize other things–the way the bar had laser-carved a bird into the bottom of their beer glasses, according to the twins anyway, and how the bubbles from the beer followed its shape. The streetlights lining our way as Josh drove and the sound of his brother’s very own band playing from his stereo now, Josh singing along. Then his arm in mine as we meandered the halls of the hotel again, the dull, blue and beige pattern of the carpet beneath our feet and the strange quietness of it all.

Inside our room once more and kicking off our shoes, Josh even said, “You’re so quiet tonight,” and I then tried to memorize the way his voice sounded as he said it. Almost hushed, sounding a little tired but also a little concerned. That wasn’t surprising. He knew my moods well and knew what caused them to shift.

“I’m just thinking,” I answered truthfully, relieved to feel the soft carpet beneath my bare feet again. I reached up to touch my face, my fingers coming back with glitter that was flaking off my cheeks. “Currently thinking about how much of a pain it’s gonna be to take all this off.”

“I’ll help you,” Josh said, steering me alongside himself into the bathroom. I obliged him with this, leaning back against the sink as he wet a cotton pad with makeup remover and got to work, gently pressing and swiping over my skin.

I found myself just staring at him, gazing at the glitter on his own skin, how is accented his perfect complexion; his eyes sparkled even more profoundly than the glitter though and I looked into them, through the dark lashes into the dark pools that still kept my soul happily ensnared.

Josh met my gaze when he pulled back to get another cotton pad wet, smiling: “What are you looking at?”

“Duh. You,” I told him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him into me to kiss. No matter how many times we’d done it since we’d met, it never, ever got old–Josh’s lips were eternal flower petals against my own, his skin soft and sweet, his touch far more intoxicating than any substance on earth. And then he held me close in return, one hand reaching up to touch my face, I saw the burst of a million stars behind my eyes and the celestial glow from his body warmed my heart.

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Before the Fever - Chapter Two

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV series based}

{A╱N} I decided to start rewatching Halo to get a better feel for the series as a whole as well! Still very completely not canon compliant, and also switching up a lot of the events and timeline and characters roles in the story. So thanks for hanging in with me here on this random little journey! There are parts from here on out that are from Master Chief’s point of view as well, and they are indicated by dashes <3

This is also on AO3!

Hope you enjoy ♡

Chapter Two - The Spartan

The transport rattled along the track it was set on before it embarked on a smooth line, traveling the distance from one asteroid to another with a weightless glide. While The Rubble seemed so small in some regards, it was actually quite large. Some areas contained multitudes– from public spaces to private residences, while others seemed quite uninhabited. There were worlds within worlds, and it was unlike any other place I’d ever seen. Surely it’d be easy to find some place to hide away for a while, and I decided on the ride that I’d get a message to Astra somehow as I watched what felt like the entire galaxy pass by through the window.

When the transport finally stopped, I hesitated to leave it. The space, while mostly cramped and rigid, -generally uncomfortable- still felt like it would be the safest place I’d settle in for a while. Ultimately, it was closed, contained, and offered no chance of anyone sneaking up on me for the mysterious item I was now in possession of.

Nervous and on alert, I stepped past the doors, feet planted firmly back onto the ground. Keeping my eyes on my surroundings, I immediately headed for a dimly lit corner. I need to find somewhere to open this, I thought, knowing that being within anyone's view was not a good idea.

Clutching the case to my chest, I took note of how big and heavy it truly was. My mind ran wild with thought, steering clear of any real light that seemed to glimmer around the space. I thought of a million coins sitting untouched within its confines; or some kind of advanced weapon that no one other than the UNSC had the coding for. No matter what it was, I was sure it would bring me exactly what I was looking for— relief from living so poorly.

Sneaking further into the hollowed out asteroid, I kept my head down and my eyes ahead of myself. People who passed didn’t seem to notice -or at least didn’t seem to care- about the large, strange object I held, and I liked it that way.

In fact, I needed it that way.

It wasn’t until I reached an open door to what looked like a residence that I even considered stopping. Upon lifting my head again to peek around the large entryway, I noticed deeper within the home that the entire structure was based around a massive window. Even at a glance I noticed the spectacular view right away— millions of glowing stars and planets that hung around The Rubble, completely unobscured by any other mass of rock. But I had no time to admire its beauty, as much as I wanted to.

It then crossed my mind that lingering out in the open for too long could’ve put me in a dangerous position, more so than I was already in. Taking another peek inside, it was quite clear that the space had been abandoned for some time, noticeable dust on the decor that sat just within the entryway piled up more than it should have been.

But the place was still perfectly put together, almost as though its previous residents had simply picked up and left without so much as thinking to bring anything along with them. What I could see looked opulent, holding an air of glamor about it that I wasn’t used to. This was not something uncommon to find in various asteroids on The Rubble, but I still felt a bit leery as I tried to come to a decision.

Not having many other options, especially with the massive case in hand, I made the call. Tonight, this would be my shelter.

Looking over my shoulder and all around, -reminding myself of the pain radiating through my shoulder blade- I took extra care not to lead anyone in behind me. The last thing I wanted was to give myself away to any prying eyes.

While it was odd, I hoped that no one truly cared about what a derelict girl was doing with a suspicious item blasted with military logos. The UNSC wasn’t exactly loved on Rubble, but it didn’t mean there weren’t a few sympathizers dottling around either, ready and able to make a move despite the governmentless planet.

Once I’d disappeared inside completely, I closed the door, listening as it locked with a metallic ‘click’ on its own. There was no question that I still felt compelled to scan my surroundings now that I was inside, my heartbeat picking up in my ears in the silence of the space.

But it was still empty, devoid of any life.

Not so much as a passerby had moved along the outside either, making it easier than I expected to slip into the home without a trace. With a relieved exhale, I let my body slowly relax, if only for a moment.

Peeking at my shoulder the best I could, the fabric torn in almost perfect placement, it was clear that I’d been grabbed for. It was too dark to see if any other colors had begun to surface, but the way it felt told me if they hadn’t, they would soon.

All else aside, though, I felt a little better at the thought of at least having somewhere to stay for the night until I moved on in the morning; until I could figure out what to do with whatever was in the case. I had all night to think about it, and the beginnings of excitement began to bubble within me once more as I thought about just what it might contain. Getting a better look around now, I couldn’t believe someone would just leave something so cozy and beautiful. After spending so much time on the streets struggling to survive, it felt like whoever lived there was utterly ungrateful for such a privilege. I couldn’t help but cringe at the thought of it.

But stepping into the larger area, I noticed a wine glass tipped over on a small table beside the couch, a purple hue staining the luxe white rug that sat beneath it. Iridescent shards of glass caught the starlight with each movement I made, and I began to put the pieces together.

Down a hallway, I could make out a chest of drawers tipped over, the decor that probably sat atop it at one point strewn along the floor. All at once it clicked, simultaneously making more sense and sending me on a self inflicted guilt trip for thinking whoever lived there didn't appreciate the life they had.

It wasn’t that someone left… Someone had been taken.

A chill ran through my blood. I didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened. On Rubble, it was never easy to tell.

I finally made my way over to a large table coated with a layer of dust, deciding it would be the perfect place to set the case down. I tried to lower it with care, but the thud echoed through the room anyway, almost making me jump. I was definitely still on edge despite being sure I was alone.

Glancing around again, the room was extremely dark– and if it weren’t for the exterior wall being an entire windowed view of the galaxy, it might’ve been pitch black. But turning on any kind of light might alert someone to my presence, and that was not something I wanted.

It hit me that I was able to absorb the beauty of such a stunning view for a moment, now that that I was mostly safe. I allowed myself to look on, wondering just what else the universe held before my eyes.

My mind roamed back my home planet, then the planet I’d last resided before finding myself on The Rubble. It traveled to memories that felt like made up dreams, and then to where my family might be in the vastness of it all.

I thought of the way the flowers sprouted from the ground on a warm afternoon, and how the ice rings hung high above in the sky no matter the time of day or night.

My heart felt wistful for something that I hadn’t seen since I was a child, hopeful that maybe one day, I’d be able to see it again. A few more minutes passed, and I cut my hesitation short. Melancholy was begging to settle in, and I didn’t want to deal with that, either. Besides, there was no way I wasn’t going to open that case now that I had some privacy, some safety, no matter how temporary it was.

In the cell of my heart, I wished Astra had come with me after all. I’d told her to stay behind, find a new life if the Spartan did do away with me. But I could still picture her standing beside me, bright-eyed and full of excitement for the big reveal. She’d just have to take my word for it once I figured out how to release myself from the dire situation I found myself in.

With a small huff, I turned back to the metal case, staring down at it with immense curiosity. The UNSC logo stood out over all, and I felt ill. They practically owned the galaxy, they were humanity's one and only spacefaring military and the technological advances they’d made were troubling to me and plenty of other people. They never seemed to care who got in the way of their tasks, and I was in deep trouble with them.

But I still couldn’t help but feel just a twinge of pride at my acquirement as it sat before me, nearly calling my name. The tiny flecks of light that shone through the windows made the case look like it was sparkling, and it only heightened the anticipation I faced.

The entire room seemed to pulse with energy as I began to lift my hands to its cold, rounded edges, fingers trembling slightly from the come down of adrenaline and the upswing of curiosity.

I bit into my lower lip as the case audibly clicked with a small flick of my thumbs against the locks. Slowly, almost nervously, I lifted the lid. My pulse had to be through the roof— so much was riding on this. I needed it to be worth it.

“What do you think you’re going to do with what’s inside once you open that up?” A voice rasped from behind me.

I did jump then, an audible gasp filling my lungs as they tightened with fear. The lid slammed back down from the small lift I’d already given it, ringing through the room. My mind couldn’t catch up with my body as I spun on my heel, instinctively turning in the direction of the all too familiar voice that struck terror deep within every fiber of my being.

I must've taken my sweet time making my way into home without even realizing it.

Peering through the darkness wasn’t necessary anymore— there he stood, tall, commanding, and encased in armor. It was dark, but I wasn’t sure how I’d missed someone so large.

Had he been there the whole time? I thought. Did he manage to follow me in?

I didn't expect someone so menacing to be capable of being so... quiet. I added ‘stealth’ to the checklist of all I knew a Spartan to be.

But there weren’t words to describe the way my heart sank in my chest. My mouth went dry, my fingers gripping the table behind me as I tried to steady myself. I was as good as dead now, I knew it. Spartans were not sympathetic to anyone, and even if whatever I’d taken really meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, I was sure it didn’t matter anymore.

Before I had time to respond, traces of blue light began to permeate the air, coming to life between us. It was electric, intriguing, and separating me from what I was sure to be my demise. It gathered itself into a holographic figure of a woman with short hair and a warm grin. She quickly turned away from me.

“Chief,” she began, her voice clear and brilliant. “She poses no real threat. She’s displaying an immense amount of fear. Maybe lighten up a little, she might be more inclined to give it back.”

“I think I can determine that, Cortana,” he retorted, his voice just a hint softer than it had been with me, but still irritated.

Cortana, I assumed, disappeared back into the ether with another neon blue glow. I had no time to ask about what the hell that was, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure I had the words, either.

“Well?” He posed again.

Swallowing hard, it was quite apparent that now was not the moment to lose all momentum of courage. But ‘Chief’ sounded familiar, too familiar.

Getting a better look with scrutinizing eyes, I took in the armor and the number on his chest. This was no ordinary -if they could be ordinary- Spartan. This was The Master Chief – 117. Also known as The UNSC’s most precious weapon to win the war against The Covenant. Their propaganda fodder, and my biggest disdain. I felt hatred mixing with the fear that coursed through my veins.

“I can assure you that I need whatever this is more than you, or your UNSC buddies do,” I finally responded, a vague, wavering hint of venom in my tone as my hand moved to grip the case.

It took everything in me not to wince at the mere thought of what he might do to me for not throwing my hands up and giving him what he was after. But I kept my eyes locked on his face instead, the helmet he now wore intimidating in and of its own right. He was completely covered, indestructible— the thick gold shield across his eyes concealing his face completely this time. I couldn’t tell exactly where he was looking at any given point, but given the situation, I assumed he was staring right back into my own.

———

She wasn’t exactly the type I’d have pictured to steal something that carried such risk along with it, but there I stood, in a standoff with the girl. As I stared her down, my HUD told me that her name was {Y/L/N}, {Y/F/N}, and that her home planet wasn’t too far from Reach. She was bold, I’d give her that, and I could tell on my own that she didn’t have much to lose. Ever since I’d removed the hormonal pellet that suppressed me for so long, I understood how that might feel.

I wasn’t going to chase her down and tackle her for The Artifact. It was impossible for her to get very far, and even further impossible that she’d know what to do with it once she got her hands on it. Hell, we were still trying to figure out what the damn thing did.

When I stepped closer to her, she leaned back against the table and into a sliver of light that caught her face in the darkness. She looked young, almost delicate for someone who was speaking to a Spartan as though he was just a stranger on the street. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes narrowed, sizing me up like she would really be able to put up a fight if I had to use force to retrieve The Artifact. But I didn’t need Cortana to tell me she was trembling all the same.

“How did you find me?” she asked, not letting me respond to her first statement, her voice faltering.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you?” I responded.

Each Asteroid had more than one entry and exit point. Cortana helped with the rest. It was actually pretty simple.

“Not the brightest star in the galaxy, that one,” Cortana chimed in so only I could hear her.

Still, the girl stood her ground, coming off the table and stepping up to me then. It was… commendable. My Mjolnir seemed to fill the space. I could’ve walked right past her, reached right over her, and taken the case back myself no problem. But what I assumed to be curiosity of what she thought she needed with it got the better of me.

———

“I don’t know what you machines can do,” I retorted, though he seemed to make a point without even having to.

I was mostly just wondering why I wasn’t dead yet as he stood before me like an impenetrable wall of titanium, his stance ready for anything. I had to crane my neck back just to look at him, not level with his face in the slightest. The soldier was tall, bulky– things everyone knew just by seeing him on every screen or holograph you walked by. He was always painted as a hero, the thing to win the war, but he struck fear more than anything— especially in people like me.

Being so up close and personal, close enough to reach out and touch, was another story entirely. There was a grave difference between him and the average man, one that made me wonder if he actually was human. I felt like a child, small and fragile, next to the metal he wore, but I tried not to think about it. I seemed to have reached a crossroads now, and it was do or die.

His helmet’s visor gleamed in the starlight, his head cocking just an inch to the side once I spoke. Though there was no expression, he almost seemed confused, though it was just a wild guess.

“What's in that case is of no use to you unless you’ve got ties to The Covenant,” he finally spoke, voice deep, seeming like crushed velvet.

The way he spoke, each word full of conviction, made me realize I was wrong. He was definitely not confused.

———

“She doesn’t,” Cortana piped up in my auditory cortex again. “{Y/L/N}, {Y/F/N}. She originates from Niacadus, her family having migrated to Reach. Her father, UNSC, AWOL– deceased. Her mother was captured by The Banished some time ago, also deceased.. Hm… I wonder if she knows that. Maybe, we should tell her.”

I tried to ignore her as I usually did.

“I have her file right here thanks to her father’s association with the UNSC. But… that’s all it says. There is no other data aside from her parents.”

“Cortana!” I finally whispered just loudly enough. I was trying to concentrate on what the thief was telling me.

“Right. Proceed!”

———

“So you’re just carrying around Covenant contraband to bring them around Rubble, then? Why? Because none of us here are important enough to you? We’re disposable, losable.. You could fight them here, wipe us all out single-handedly in the process, and no one would bat an eye,” I spat.

For just a second while I was on my tangent, I thought I heard him mutter something, but it was so quiet, I couldn’t quite make it out. I wasn’t sure I really cared anyway.

“Just like you did to those poor people on Madrigal,” I finished.

“You have no idea what’s going on here,” he said sternly, his tone colder than it had been. I’d clearly struck some kind of nerve. “This is way beyond your comprehension, Miss {Y/L/N}.”

But that stopped me dead in my tracks, and I could feel my eyes widen. He knew my name. I wasn’t sure how he knew my name, but he knew my name.

It seemed to roll off of his tongue in a way that I wasn’t sure how to handle, and I tried to collect myself as I stared into his visor. I could only imagine what else he knew about me. I dreaded to think that maybe I really did find myself in an irreparable predicament.

I figured then that I had two options at that point. Relinquish the item, or throw the case open, take whatever I could that was inside, and run again. If I wasn’t dead yet, I assumed there had to have been a reason. Maybe, just maybe, I could get away with it.

He and I both knew he could take me out in a heartbeat, crush me like a daisy under his feet. But whatever it was that was keeping him from doing so that very moment, might’ve been my only hope. Perhaps it was another stupid decision, but I was good as dead either way… Why not take the chance?

There was no time to mull it over or hesitate the way that I had in the alleyway earlier. It was time to act, and I had to catch him as off-guard as possible if I was going to make any headway.

So, before I could even begin to think about what I was going to do, I turned around, lunged back toward the table, and threw open the case.

———

“Chief!” Cortana cried in my head, her attempt at alerting me to the situation I'd already seen coming.

I could only take one step forward as I reached out to grab {Y/N} before everything went white, the world beginning to change through my eyes the way it had every time I touched The Artifact.

But there was something different about the visions, this time. There was no picnic, no forest, no dog. There wasn’t a house and there weren’t any caves… Just sky. Sky and fields for miles.

And her.

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Chapter 5: Just Swim

Back at the Tortuga, everyone was busy with what they were doing, except something kept bothering them.

"...Argh," Aviva, who was tinkering with an invention, sighed as she turned from her station to face Koki. "How do you think Martin's holding up?"

Koki gave her a sad look. "Look, I feel bad too, but we need to give him time to deal with it."

"I know, it's just..." She looked away. "I wish there was a way we could help."

Koki got up from her seat and went over to place a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. Their eyes met. "Me too." Aviva gave her a bittersweet smile.

All of a sudden, a loud ringing soud pierced the Tortuga. The girls jumped.

"Koki, what's that?" Koki dashed to the big screen, followed by Aviva.

"It's a call...from Martin!" Koki let out, a mixture of surprise and worry in her voice.

The first thing they were met with after answering the call was a desperate-

"Guys, you gotta help! Something horrible just happened!"

Aviva and Koki flinched. "Woah, Martin calm down, what happened?" Koki asked.

"I-It's Gourmand, he captured Chris and Emerald!" Martin managed through teary eyes.

"WHAT?!" Aviva and Koki let out simultaneously. "Is that the sea turtle you guys named?" Koki asked.

"Yeah, and Gourmand's planning to cook him for sure!" Martin let out with glassy eyes.

"This is bad, do you have an idea about where they could've gone?" Aviva asked with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah, it looked like they were heading East." Martin then looked away, a look of regret on his face. "Ah man, this is all my fault, if only I weren't so scared of swimming, maybe I could've-"

"Don't say that MK, none of what happened was your fault," Koki interrupted him, wearing a firm yet reassuring expression.

"We'll get Chris and Emerald back, we promise!" Aviva added, backing up her friend's words.

Martin gave a weak nod, pretending to be convinced, although deep down he wasn't. Guilt lingered within him.

"Koki you track Gourmand down, while I try to come up with a way to stop him," Aviva said, receiving a firm nod from Koki. "Hang tight Martin."

With that, the call came to an end, leaving an emotionally unstable Martin staring at his creature pod, all by himself. He looked out on the sea yet again, a heavy sigh escaping his chest...

He felt completely useless.

At the other side of the beach, a small restaurant connected to a boat could be seen on shore. Inside, Goumand was busy handling the heavy sea turtle by placing him on his shell on his kitchen counter. "You sure are heavy," he gritted his teeth, "I like it," he snickered.

"Gourmand, let that sea turtle go, he belongs living free and in the wild!" Chris let out angrily, he was at the entrance of the restaurant, hands behind his back and stuck to a bar thanks to Gourmand's unbelievably strong sticky dough.

"Oh can it already, I'm so sick of hearing you and your pasky brother talk about animals like that, argh!" Gourmand gave him a rather repelled look. "Oh, don't hurt the animals, oh, they deserve to be living free and in the wild," he said mockingly, before cracking into laughter which truly aggravated the green Kratt.

"You won't get away with this!" Chris growled, his response only arousing the chef's confidence.

"Oh yeah?" He started approaching him intimidatingly, Chris' eyes widening with fear, before coming to a stop just millimeters away from him. "First you'll watch me cook your turtle friend, then I'll take care of you," he cackled in front of his face, his tone growing dark and obscure.

Chris gulped, sweat running down his face. "M-Martin will stop you," he stammered.

"Hah! Blueberry? That's a good one," Gourmand laughed, "I know he won't be bothering me anytime soon since he's too scared to swim in the first place, hahaha!"

Chris could feel himself boiling up. "Don't you dare talk about my brother that way!"

"Oh give me a break," Gourmand simply walked off, ignoring his last sentence. "Soon, it'll be time to cook," he giggled, walking over to the back of his restaurant.

Chris looked at Emerald apologetically, seeing the call for help in his eyes.

"Oh Martin, where are you?" He looked longingly at the beach, hoping to spot his brother, hoping for help to come.

Sitting on the sand and with his face buried in his knees, Martin was staring at the sea, a lot of thoughts running through his mind. The scene from earlier kept replaying in his head. How Gourmand captured his brother and that innocent sea creature, how he let him get away with it, how he was too afraid to jump in and try to rescue them. He couldn't swim. He just couldn't. He was mentally scolding himself for it, but he just couldn't.

He sighed heavily. Fear. He already knew what it was, but how to overcome it, that was a different story.

Afraid of a little swim?

That phrase resonated in his ears. He was afraid, but he also wanted to help more than anything. "Argh, what am I gonna do?" He rubbed his face with utter frustration, feeling lost and hopeless.

Just then, he felt the sand beneath him starting to dissipate, as if scattering around, creating some sort of depth under his legs. Startled, he pushed away but enough to observe the scene; from the dispersing particles of sand, emerged what seemed to be...a flipper? But a tiny one.

Martin gasped as sudden realization hit him. "A small flipper popping out of the sand, this could only mean one thing!" With a squeal of excitement, he lay down on his stomach, his face resting in his crossed arms.

He was about to witness the miracle of life.

Through the sand, came out a small, precious, fragile baby sea turtle. Martin's eyes went wide with astonishment and emotiveness. "Wow."

The little fellow amphibious shook the sand off its miniscule head, before looking up to meet eyes with the Kratt in blue; he could see the innocence in its tiny black eyes.

"Hey," Martin greeted with a soft voice, "welcome to the world buddy." He wore a warm smile on his face. And before he knew it, another sea turtle appeared, then another, and another... Soon there were too many baby sea turtles to count, Martin laughing enthusiastically.

"Wow, look how many of you there are! You know, a mom sea turtle can lay just about one hundred eggs, that's impressive, so no wonder you come in big numbers," he said knowledgeably, watching as the newborns made their way to...sea.

Martin's face dropped. Of course, the sea.

He swallowed hard, before getting up to follow the crawling beings. "W-Wait are you guys sure about this?" He kept following them, step by step, then stopped all of a sudden when the water started brushing his toes. "Woah," he flinched.

He then looked back at the sea turtles to find them, not much to his surprise, heading straight for the water; they all dipped in, one sibling followed by the other, no-one left behind.

Throughout that spectacle, Martin couldn't help but admire their bravery and great instinct; the ability to jump right into the sea from the moment you were born.

"Amazing," he finally said, "they don't learn it, they don't think about it..." Slowly but surely, he marched closer and closer... "T-They just do it, they-" he was met with a feeble wave that hit him right in midbody, but instead of freaking out, he let it sink in, he allowed himself to face how he felt, he allowed himself to process how he felt. He didn't run away. He stood strong. "They just swim," he whispered. "THEY JUST SWIM!"

With that, he dove into the water and started swimming. He was actually swimming. Tears on his face mixed with sea water marked his happiness. He finally did it.

As his head popped out of the water, he was met by the baby turtles who were just starting to swim about. "Thanks guys," his tone was delicate and full of emotion. And now that he got his swimming mojo back, he knew what he had to do.

He took out his creature pod. "Calling Wild Kratts!"

On the screen, appeared Koki who had a concerned look on her face. "Martin, are you okay?"

"Hah, never been better," he chuckled.

As she got a better look at where he was precisely, she gasped. "You're swimming? That means you're not scared anymore, hooray!" she cheered, which made Martin rub the back of his neck, laughing timidly. "Aviva, come quick, you gotta see this!"

Within few seconds, Aviva stood next to Koki who was pointing excitedly at the screen. "What is it Koki?" As she looked at Martin, her eyes lit up. "Martin, you overcame your fear, that's awesome!" She jumped joyfully, clapping her hands like a five-year-old.

"Yep, and I'm more than ready to save Emerald and my bro!" Martin said, a determined look on his face. But then, as in sudden remembrance, he added, "And I think I know just the creature power that might help." He pointed the camera at the baby sea turtles, peacefully swimming around.

"Aww," the two girls cooed. "I see exactly what you mean!" Aviva said with a smug.

"Yeah, but don't we already have a sea turtle disc?" Koki asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Actually that was the Hawksbill sea turtle, but these ones are green sea turtles, and even though they belong to the same family, they all have different features." Martin then jumped in, putting his knowledge of zoology to the test. "The Hawksbill sea turtle's shell has serrated edges, with overlapping scutes, and their lower jaw is V-shaped, giving them a hawk-like appearance." As he spoke, there was a video of the mentioned species on the big screen. "As for the green sea turtle, it's the largest of all the hard-shelled sea turtles, even if it has a pretty small head." Another video played on the screen, this time it was one of a green sea turtle.

"Oh, I get it," Koki finally said, her hand on her chin.

"So if I modify the Hawksbill turtle suit by adding the green sea turtle's features, it might just cut it!" Aviva then rushed off to start working on the disc, feeling more inspired than ever.

"Then you better do it fast, because who knows how long Emerald can last at Gourmand's mercy," Martin said, before ending the call.

He looked up, contemplating his surroundings, a small smile creeping on his face, but it was soon replaced with a firm expression.

He was going to save them.

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#wild kratts #kratt brothers #chris kratt #martin kratt #aviva corcovado #koki #jimmy z #gaston gourmand #wk fanfic #hurt/comfort #adventure #Afraid of a Little Swim?#fandom #fangirl power!

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hmmmMMM Kaide and Tali (and Lyna if you want??), gardening

[this fits their Inquisition canon v well]

Herbalism is one of the many things the clan tried to teach her, but Ines hadn't truly been interested until Kaide had pulled out his fancy scissors while they were on a ride to harvest a lovely seeding bit of royal elfroot. "These will be nice for growing," he'd told her, carefully scraping out a pod but leaving plenty for the wild animals and wind to scatter. "We'll plant them in Skyhold's garden."

Which was how Ines had become interested in the courtyard that Kaide had claimed for his own space, with one corner for healing herbs and one for poisonous ones, and one for the ones that could go either way. The last corner was for the seedlings Ines was growing herself under Kaide's patient tutelage, and that is where Taliesin finds him, kneeling in the dirt, the sun catching at the fine teal velvet of his sleeves and picking out the red highlights in his hair.

"These are almost ready to harvest," Kaide says as Taliesin approaches, sounding worried. "She was so excited to get to do it herself. Have you heard from Lyna at all?"

Ines has been traveling with the clan for the past couple of weeks, spending time with her mother, mainly, although she had promised Taliesin she'd also speak to the Keeper about the possibility of vallaslin. Maybe.

"Not since the last one, but the clan should be passing close by any day now, so--"

"Ada! Papa!"

Kaide is on his feet faster than Taliesin has seen him move outside of battle. Ines hits him full-force at a flat out run and nearly takes him down, and Taliesin spares a moment to rub his bad knee and be grateful it wasn't him.

"Easy," Kaide laughs as he pats her on her back. "Your deadly nightshade is almost ready to harvest. You're just in time."

"Ooh, can I borrow your scissors? Hi, Ada." She interrupts herself to give Taliesin a hug, and over her head he sees Lyna coming through the courtyard gate that Ines had flung open.

"Hi, Bee," he laughs, kissing the top of Ines's head. He'll ask her how her time with the clan was later.

"Can I borrow your scissors to harvest them?" she asks Kaide again. Those fancy little things. Taliesin still thinks she only learns about herbs to get to use them.

"We'll, no," Kaide says, and Ines looks positively crestfallen. Taliesin tilts his head; it's the first time he can remember Kaide denying the girl anything. But then he reaches into his coat and pulls out a leather bundle, grinning. "Because you'd probably rather use your own, right?"

The sound Ines makes has the horses snorting and stamping from the other side of the wall, and a dog barks nearby, alarmed. Kaide helps her unwrap the little belt pouch, and inside is a set of herbalist tools, maybe even fancier than the ones he carries.

"I couldn't get back to Ostwick to get a set like mine," he's explaining, "so these are from Val Royeaux."

"How much did those cost you?" Taliesin laughs, and Kaide shrugs.

"Oh, Ines, hang on - gloves. The 'deadly' part of the name isn't for decoration."

While they go off looking for a pair of gloves for Ines, Lyna finally makes it to Taliesin's side.

"Are they always like this?" She's smiling, though. She's told him before that she's perfectly happy to have a third parent in the mix. Taliesin hasn't told her that Kaide has been discussing making Ines his formal heir, with a title and land and everything.

"They're thick as thieves. He gave her a pony within the first month she was here with us," Taliesin says by way of answer, chuckling. "I think he'd give her all of Val Royeaux if he could."

"I'm glad," she says softly. "It eases my heart to know the two of you have someone looking out for you who loves you so much."

"You know, he's offered to invite you to stay here, too."

But Lyna is already shaking her head. "It's a generous offer, but I'm not made for staying in one place. I'll visit, though. Perhaps next time, I'll plan to stay for a bit." She grins slyly. "I noticed a handsome young blacksmith on my way in today. Perhaps I'll stop to speak to him."

Taliesin snorts. "Good hunting," he teases, as Kaide and Ines come back into the courtyard, properly gloved this time, Kaide apparently talking her through the fine art of making poisons. Just what he needs.

Kaide pauses near him to say hello to Lyna and kiss Taliesin briefly, lingering with his arm around Taliesin's waist as they all watch Ines - carefully, for once in her life - harvest the nightshade and transfer it to a bottle. Taliesin foresees her interest in the hobby waning quickly, now that she has her own scissors and has accomplished her goal of growing a plant, but he also knows Kaide won't mind, will just cheerfully keep enabling her along whatever path her interest takes next.

Lucky, indeed, all of them.

#long post #oc fiction #dragon age ocs

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Wrong Shade Ch. 7

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The silence in the clearing is thick enough to cut with a knife. Four doesn’t know what to say.

When he and Wild heard the roar, they’d gone to investigate, to see if anyone was in danger. Instead, they found Twilight. Twilight is here, really, truly here, only a few feet away, and the smithy is seized by the sudden urge to run at the older hero and bury his face in his soft fur pelt.

He curbs the impulse, instead looking the ranch hand up and down. He doesn’t look injured, as far as Four can tell.

For his part, Twilight looks surprised. His eyes are wide, and he stands up straighter. His stance, Four notes, is a defensive one, even though he sheathed his sword when he saw them. But then again, Four has no idea what Twilight has been through. No sudden movements.

Four puts away his own sword, and Twilight’s eyes flicker from Wild to him. He smiles, taking a step forward. “I– I can’t believe it,” he says. “You’re… here, and alive, and– and here.”

Twilight tenses, and Four stops moving. “You… have my shield,” he says after a moment. He looks between the two of them, an odd expression on his face.

Four nods. “Well, yeah, we wouldn’t just leave it. It’s important to you.” He smiles. “I even cleaned it for you, although you do a pretty good job keeping your gear maintained.” As he continues talking, in his periphery, he sees Wild take a step back, eyes wide, his expression one of distress. Four feels a stab of worry, but doesn't turn around. “What happened? Are you okay?” He lowers his voice. “Do you know if Dark is nearby?”

Twilight makes a face. “...What?” His eyes keep binging between the two of them. There's something in the way he’s looking at them that’s just… wrong. Four may not be able to place it, but he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it one bit.

Four takes a deep breath. Get it together. He takes another step forward, cautious this time, like he's approaching a wild animal. "Rancher?"

"Where did you get my shield?" Twilight's stance becomes more defensive.

"We… found it in the clearing. Wait, are you hurt? Hang on Twilight, I might have a potion." Four pats his pockets. He starts towards his brother, who takes several steps back, his hand going to the handle of his sword. That’s the moment that Four knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that something is very, very wrong. Under no circumstances would his friend even think about drawing on him.

“What’s going on here?” Twilight demands. “How do you- where’d you learn that name?” His eyes narrow. “Have you two been following us?”

“I don’t understand,” Four says. His voice sounds ever so small, even in his own head. “Twilight, you– what do you mean?” What’s wrong with him? ‘Us?’ Why is he acting like this? Why is he looking at us like he doesn’t even know us? Round and round his head the questions go, making it hard to think straight. They all point to only one likely explanation, and Four really doesn’t like it. Focus, focus! He takes a deep breath, which helps only marginally. Behind him, he’s dimly aware of Wild, who’s breathing hard, bordering on hyperventilation.

Twilight looks at Wild and his expression softens somewhat. “Is he alright?” he asks, concerned.

Why isn’t he rushing to Wild’s side? Four bites the inside of his cheek, trying to regain his composure. He takes Wild’s hand and squeezes it firmly. It takes longer than Four would like, but after a few moments, Wild squeezes back. He takes another deep breath. “Twilight–”

“Who are you?”

The words hit Four like a punch to the throat. Beside him, Wild flinches.

“Twilight, it’s– it’s me,” Four manages to get out. “You know who I am, you know me.”

Twilight looks uncomfortable. “I don’t recognize either of you, or at least, I don’t think I do, I’m… I’m real sorry.” He shifts his weight between his right foot and his left.

Four’s vision blurs, and feels his eyes burn. He squeezes Wild’s hand, both to reassure the younger hero, and because he needs some reassurance himself. Wild doesn’t squeeze back. Four feels sick. Over three weeks, almost a month of searching, and after all that, their friend doesn’t even recognize them.

The smith looks at Twilight, who looks genuinely sorry.

Earlier that day, Wild came back to Kakariko in the afternoon, ever so briefly. Four had pulled him aside and asked to go with him the next time he left, as a second set of eyes. Wild had been hesitant, but Four had badgered, and they’d all been around one another long enough for Wild to know that Four wasn’t going to budge on the issue. So he’d agreed.

Of course, he really did want to provide an extra pair of eyes, but mostly, Four just needed to feel like he was actually doing something to find his friend. He’d wished he could ask Twilight for advice. Twilight was easy to talk to, in a way that the other members of the Chain weren’t. There was never any judgment in his words. He was kind, and reassuring, and when Four saw Twilight for the first time in weeks, he’d been so relieved.

But then there was this, this kick in his teeth. Four squeezes his eyes shut, feeling hot tears stream down his cheeks. He pats them a few times, trying to cool his face off, to no avail. He hiccups a few times.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean to make y’all cry, are you– I’m real sorry. Can I… help at all?” Twilight asks, and he just sounds so earnest, and genuinely concerned, and himself, and it’s just so much. A choked sob bubbles out of Four’s throat before he can stop it.

Four feels a heavy hand stiffly come to rest on his shoulder. “Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay, everything is gonna be okay.” Four wipes his eyes and looks up to see a very uncomfortable looking Twilight, gently shushing the two younger heroes with his ‘goat whispering voice.’ Four blinks up at him. “It’s alright, you’re alright.”

Wild throws his arms around Twilight, and Four leans into the form of the older hero, folding in on himself a little bit. Twilight stiffens, but doesn’t do too much to try and move away from the smaller heroes. He just awkwardly pats their backs and continues trying to comfort them.

The situation is oh so familiar and yet far too impersonal at the same time, and it makes everything better and so much worse all at once.

For the next several minutes, it’s quiet in the moonlit clearing, save for Wild and Four’s gradually quieting sobs and sniffles, and Twilight’s soft, strained reassurances.

Wild is the first to speak. “What happened?” His voice is quiet.

“Pardon?” Twilight dips out of his ‘soothing a frightened child or animal’ voice and back into his normal country accent.

“What. Happened?” Wild says again, louder this time. “Why don’t you– why don’t you remember us? Why don’t you remember me?” He pulls away, and Four does as well. “What happened to you, what did Dark Link do to you, what happened?”

Twilight takes a few steps back, looking alarmed. “Listen, I’m really sorry, but I… I still don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Four takes a deep breath. “Twilight, you’ve been missing for over three weeks,” he says. Twilight’s eyes widen, and Four presses on. “We- everyone has been looking for you but, but it’s like you and Dark Link just… vanished.” He stares at his boots. “We’ve been really worried.” His voice sounds impossibly childish, even to his own ears.

“Missing? What? I… I don't understand. And what’s this about ‘Dark Link?’ I mean… My name is Link, but I’ve never been called ‘Dark’ before. Do y’all know the Old Man or something? Is that a nickname of his or something?”

Four’s eyes widen and his head snaps up. He looks at Wild, wondering if the cook heard it too. The smithy grabs Twilight’s hands in his own. “Wait, the Old Man? Do you mean Time? Do you remember Time, then?”

Twilight yanks his hands away sharply. “What?” He starts backing away.

Wild surges forward, desperately grabbing his tunic sleeve. “Wait, hold on! We can… we can help you. Please. Let’s go back to Kakariko. We can figure this out there. Hell, I’d bet 50 rupees that the Vet’ll know something about it.” His eyes are pleading.

“The Vet? Who’s– never mind.” Twilight tries to pull away from Wild, but the younger hero manages to hold on. “Let go of me!”

“Please, Twi, We can work on restoring your memory,” Wild begs, tugging on his sleeve.

“I…” Four can see the conflict in the ranch hand’s eyes.

“Time’s been worried sick, we’ve all been worried sick.”

Twilight jerks in surprise. “Wh– Time?” He manages to yank his sleeve out of Wild’s grasp, and scrambles backwards. “What are you talking about? Listen, I don’t know who you are, and I’m real sorry that that’s so upsetting to you, I really am. But I’m not… I’m not gonna go off with y’all just for that.”

“You have to!” Wild lunges for his mentor again, but Twilight is ready this time, and sidesteps fast enough to dodge.

“Have to? Excuse me? Who do you think you are?”

“You know me, I’m Link! Or- or Wild, or the Cook, or the Champion! I’m you Cub! You know me! …You know me.” Wild is crying again, and Twilight looks sorry.

But then Four notices the way he’s holding himself. He’s going to run. Four starts to reach for him, but the older hero is already out of his reach. He starts to give chase. Wild is gaining as well, but the rancher is just a little bit faster.

He dives through a cluster of bushes which slows Wild and Four down. They emerge, and the Hero of Twilight has vanished. When he spots the canine paw prints, Four’s heart sinks. There’s no way they can catch Twilight as Wolfie. Even with his Pegasus Boots, Legend has some difficulty keeping up with him when he really wants to move quickly. He drops to sit on the forest floor, sighing.

Wild kicks a tree. “Dammit!” He continues to kick it, making sounds of frustration.

“That’s only going to hurt your foot and fuck up your boots,” Four says dejectedly.

Wild slumps his head against the tree hard enough that Four can head the thunk when his head hits the tree. He winces.

“He was right there, and now he’s gone, and it’s–” Wild chokes out.

Four looks up at him. “Stop that. It’s not your fault. We both know we can’t catch him as Wolfie, and there’s not much point in trying.”

“No, no, I mean–” Wild sighs. “I scared him off. He was confused, and I got too wrapped up in my stupid brain, and I– I overwhelmed him. I should know better, more than anyone else, but–” He hiccups. “But instead I fucked it all up.”

“Oh.” Four pats the grass next to him. “I think I scared him off too, then.”

“But–”

“No buts. Listen, we know he’s alive. We found him once, we can find him again. And we will find him again.” Emerging from under a leaf, a Picori catches Four’s eye. He smiles as an idea begins to form in his mind. “We’re going to get him back. Promise.”

#wrong shade #this chapter kicked my ass #but im v happy with it :)#also realized I've never written fours pov before now #fic ramblimgs #florianfics #ramblimgs #lu fic #lu twilight #lu wild #lu four #lu #linked universe

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