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faroreskiss · 6 months

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Triforce of Mischief

Summary: Chain sees that you have a particular tattoo and chaos is the only reaction they have, since language barrier is definitely a thing. Time & Twilight freak out. Wind could have spoken sooner.

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Since this can also be read as a stand alone story, I didn’t include Hylian, or the dialects of the Chain. If you are interested in that, feel free to visit the main story that can serve as a prequel to this short! (Not edited)

Following your departure from the Ordon Spring alongside the other boys, you journeyed toward the Ordon Village. Most of their conversation still didn’t make much sense to you, but at least you learnt a few words here and there on the way, especially from the Smith and the Sailor.

The midday weather was brisk, even though the sun shone at its peak. You had a similar attire with your travel companions, a relatively long sleeved tunic that sometimes revealed your wrists if you were to raise your arms. Yours had wider arm-cuts, but felt like they weren’t thick enough for this kind of weather. A slight shiver ran through you, which Link fortunately noticed. He paused and offered you his signature cloak, to which you politely refused multiple times (at least you motioned it somehow). His attempt to offer warmth made the fangirl within you scream in delight, but you kept declining. You blushed slightly and finally accepted even though you knew you weren’t that far from your destination, wrapping yourself in the warmth it provided.

You thanked the Golden Three that you had been on hikes with him on Mt. Lanayru regularly before your involvement with the other Links; otherwise, you did not think you could survive all this hiking. Thinking about having to climb the ladder to the Rancher’s treehouse already made your legs wobble.

Though you could swear that the Ordon Spring waters calmed your nerves and eased your inner storm for a little bit.

Luckily, you were almost there. The wooden arch that said… something in Hylian (probably ORDON?) took your attention. Oh you were so excited…

[And that’s me,] the Rancher spoke as he pointed towards his treehouse. This was really like the game, nestled in a secluded corner near the entrance of the village. You didn’t understand a word he said, but you could see near the tree there was a brown mare simply grazing around.

And what a sight she was. You couldn’t help yourself as you whispered “Epona…?” to yourself and walked towards her as if you were in a trance.

Of course, you didn’t notice the Old Man raising his eyebrow or the Rancher also hearing you. You stopped in your tracks, then watched the Rancher go towards the horse instead, petting it and saying something to it. He made eye contact with you as he was caressing her nose, and motioned you to come over, you guessed.

“May I?” you asked, and even though the language barrier was still present, the Rancher gave a warm, friendly nod. As you approached Epona, her deep, soulful eyes locked onto yours, and it felt as if she understood the reverence in your gaze. With a gentle, careful touch, you began to run your hand along her sleek, chestnut mane, marveling at the silky texture beneath your fingers.

[Epona] he said, as he gave an apple to her. You just smiled, pretending to hear it for the first time and repeated her name.

Epona seemed to appreciate the affection, and she leaned into your touch, her powerful frame radiating warmth and serenity.

As you continued to pet Epona, your sleeves slipped down to your wrists, revealing a set of three small triangles on your skin. The right one was filled in with black. The Rancher and the Old Man both noticed this mark, and although they didn't say anything, they exchanged knowing glances.

When everybody finally settled in Twilight’s cabin, he lit the fireplace. His cabin had an air of rustic charm, filled with a cozy warmth that welcomed all who entered. The walls were made of weathered wood, lending the space a natural, earthy ambiance. The cabin had lanterns that hung from sturdy wooden beams overhead, which you imagined would cast quite the gentle radiance, once lit.

The Chain kept talking between each other, though you didn’t understand much. Wind was all the way up, lost in his world. For some reason, really interested in Rancher's books.

You took off the cape Wild lent you and gave it back to him, since it started getting quite warm inside. You already had another layer under your long sleeved tunic, so you took the upper layer off as well, now sitting with the others (you secured yourself a chair at least) in a short sleeved shirt. Time and Twilight were still casting glances at you.

“What?” you stretched as you pointed the pointless question towards them. Not that it would change anything…You saw that Sky also managed to get a chair, and he was already kind of looking like he was about to doze off. Maybe you should have followed suit…

[Champion, you are sure Y/N does not have anything to do with the Hero’s Spirit or any sages?] Time asked Wild. He seemed quite perplexed by the question.

[Or is she part of the royal family perhaps?] Twilight continued.

[Uh, no? Why?] Wild replied.

You just closed your eyes as you listened to them speak. It felt like listening to an audiobook in a language you didn’t understand, as a sleeping aid. Though you had a strange feeling that they were talking about you.

Legend and Hyrule were definitely listening in, though the former pretended as if he couldn’t care less, even though his ears definitely perked up at the mention of the royal family.

[You mean the mark on her wrist?] Sky chimed in instead, to your surprise. The others seemed surprised that he was way more perceptive than he looked.

[What mark?] Four asked and then Time & Twilight explained the mark they have seen on your wrist.

The volume of the chatter was increasing, slightly annoying you. Wild gently poked your shoulder to see if you were awake, and you opened your eyes. There was no way you could sleep in this noisy environment.

He pointed at your left wrist, gently touching your arm after checking in with you, and motioning you to raise it. The whole room was staring at your Triforce of Courage ink now.

Oh, right…

“Guys, it’s just a tattoo,” you tried to explain to no avail.

It is hard to explain things when people literally don’t understand a word you say.

You could see Time & Twilight & Legend & Warriors and Sky comparing their faded Triforce marks on their hands, and Wild & Four looking confused about the whole thing.

[I mean, I did say I sense some residual magic on her, but that’s definitely not what I was sensing,] Hyrule was saying as he glanced at your tattoo.

[Members of the royal family don’t randomly get the mark of Triforce on their wrists, not unless they are Zelda at least,] Legend scoffed. Wind seemed to be not paying attention, still busy with Twilight's books upstairs for some reason.

[Well this is certainly odd, I never thought much about the mark, though we had other matters to attend to… But… What is Triforce?] Wild kept questioning, though he seemed to have forgotten that he was still touching your shoulder from the side. You sighed. It was fun at first, but now it was getting quite boring that you didn’t understand anything. Though it wasn’t that hard to guess…

[Yeah I was about to ask the same thing… I just thought that’s the symbol of the royal family or something?] Four added, making the rest of the group look at them in disbelief. Sky seemed especially distraught.

The bickering continued for a while, and you kept thinking about how to explain this to them. Weren’t these people familiar with the concept of a tattoo? Of course, why you had something like that was another matter, but excuse you for wanting to get a Zelda-themed tattoo and considering the fact that you might end up in Hyrule?

Hmmm, what if I just show them something similar instead, to try to explain?

You sighed, stood up and walked towards Time and Twilight, while the group's curious glances still loomed over you. Right, these two already had some markings that were like tattoos, so you thought it would at least be a good parallel.

Right after you pointed at your tattoo, you pointed towards the Rancher's face first, specifically to his markings. He had a confused look on his face, which quickly became an expression of horror, which seemed to have spread to some others in the group.

Wait…

[Farore above…]

What in Hylia's name was going on? That sounded grim, along with some others.

Next, you moved to Time, who was already sitting next to him. You mumbled a quick "Sorry…" for invading his personal space as you blushed, hoping he didn't mind. He was as stoic as one could get, you hoped he wouldn't somehow grab your wrist or something.

You also pointed (almost touched, really) to his marks on his face, before you pulled back and pointed towards your tattoo again.

"It's just a tattoo, why do you all look so judgemental suddenly?" You almost screamed in protest. You tried to make the motion of drawing the shape by yourself. Even tried pretending as if you have a nail and a hammer, and as if you are drawing on a skin.

I don't think tattoo pens exist here…

Time's eyes widened. The atmosphere in the room was even worse.

[How…?!] he said in shock.

You realized a little bit too late that it wasn't the smartest decision to point at his Wolf markings and Time's Fierce Deity Mask markings and then to yourself.

Because Twilight and Time kept speaking with each other, with Legend and Hyrule chiming in, the others watching you suddenly with suspicion, with Wild going between you and the others almost in a defensive stance. It was getting heated. Oh Gods…

Meanwhile, the Sailor finally decided to come down with a huge grin on his face, earning even more scornful looks from the others.

Then he started laughing.

Little rascal.

He knew.

He knew yet he did not step in until the last minute, pretending to browse the books and maps up there instead.

You sighed almost in relief as you watched him try to explain things to others. At least, you assumed.

It was quite clear that these were the heroes who held the Triforce of Courage, and not Wisdom.

How could anybody not think of tattoos and just jump to the worst conclusions instead?!

But you were sure, the Sailor was especially deserving of the Triforce of Courage, since he dared to wait until the last moment instead of coming clean right away.

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It was only months later you found out what was said, and that there was an agreement to never ever mention the incident again.

"I knew what it was right away," Wind smirked at you, after he explained what happened on that day. "We have a few people in the crew with some sick ink!"

Sure, you understood that there was some residual magic they sensed on you.

But… Was it really your fault that they immediately thought you could both be associated with twilight magic and Fierce Deity at the same time? Come on, even for this universe, it sounded cuccos.

"Having that symbol tattooed is quite a choice though," Four gave you side eyes.

You just shrugged.

Wind could have interfered earlier.

Little shit. If it existed, he would have gotten the Triforce of Mischief instead.

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bet-on-me-13 · 4 months

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Lego Batman is just Danny's toys

So! It's a basic AU where Danny is De-Aged and sent to Gotham to be raised by Bruce Wayne. Of course he's still a kid, so he has toys. And his Favorites are Legos.

He takes a bunch of Lego's and makes a mini recreation of Gotham, and then starts playing with a Batman Lego Figure and makes up a bunch of fun adventures for Lego Batman to be in.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize that he was unconsciously infusing his Lego Pieces with Ectoplasm. And he didn't notice when the Pieces started moving and talking on their own.

...

Bruce is...confused.

Originally, he had walked into his youngest son's room to say hi, but when he found the ground littered with all of his toys he decided to help Alfred a little by cleaning it up himself.

But when he picked up the little Batman Figure, it spoke to him.

"Hey! Put me down you inconveniencably gigantic fleshy version of me!" Said a Tiny but gravelly voice.

"Uh, who are you?" Asked Bruce

"Uh, are you blind Giant man? I'm The Batman!!!" Said the mini figure, "Now out me down or I'll use my insane muscles to clobber you!"

"Well this is weird..." Said Bruce, "I should call Constantine, see what he thinks of this."

"I warned you!" Screamed the mini figure, before it karate chopped his Fingers. For some reason it actually hurt a lot, and Bruce dropped the figure.

It then ran away from him, and under the door. "You'll never Catch, THE BATMAN!!!" It shouted as it escaped into the Manor.

This may be a problem...

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Lego Batman #Lego Batman Movie #Deaged Danny #Danny is a Toddler #He doesn't fully understand his powers and accidentally brought his Legos to life #(Let's just say the weird bruce/Barbara ship is because babu Danny didn't have any other figures to use and just settled for hers)#Lego Batman has been let loose into the Manor #God help us all

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friendofcrow · 1 year

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transsexual crossdressing ❦

[ID: A scanned photo of a woman, only her stomach and part of pants visible. She has stomach hair and is wearing jeans with a belt, her briefs visible above the jeans. Typewriter-style text on the graphic reads “transsexual crossdressing is gender mastery.” End ID.]

#girl power #trans art #collage #transsexual art #truisms #ID was provided from a kind stranger and i’ve updated for accuracy! she/her pronouns are necessary to understand this piece

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thewalrus-said · 9 months

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One thing that was really driven home for me this season was how much power Crowley has. How much influence.

To recap:

Shax, despite hating him and being his literal replacement, is constantly asking him for advice and help.

Furfur comes to the magic show in 1941 to arrest him and Crowley, like, laughs at him and goes back to sleep. "We shant, this is ridiculous."

In a room (the bookshop) with both Heaven and Hell's top brass, somehow Crowley was in charge of that meeting.

Both Furfur and Saraqael really really wanted him to remember working with them.

The Metatron knew he had to separate Aziraphale from Crowley in order to effectively manipulate him.

Like. He's unafilliated from both Heaven and Hell at this point, everyone (but Aziraphale) hates him, and yet people listen when he talks. People do what he says. It's incredible.

#good omens #good omens spoilers #and then of course there's aziraphale #around whose little finger this powerful and influential demon is completely wrapped #aziraphale says Can I borrow your car and crowley says No and aziraphale says Please 🥺 and crowley says Ugh Fine #aziraphale says Let's dance and Crowley says No and Aziraphale says Please and crowley says Ugh Fine #crowley does the I Was Wrong dance for him #(aziraphale i really don't think you understand what crowley was offering you at the end)#go spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers

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jinbugs · 2 years

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transported into another dimension, separated from his brothers, only to be saddled with a new little sister. raph can’t catch a break

you should read “a tale of spirits” by @unorthodoxx-page ok bye

#atla #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #avatar the last airbender #crossover #this dynamic is chewing my brain. can you understand their power together. can you imagine

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faroreskiss · 2 months

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The Hero, The Guilt and The Chocolate

Summary: Days of peace were still upon you, but you had to ruin it with your thoughts of the previous life you had. Time tries to calm you down, but not in a way one would expect. Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? Or corporate slavery?

Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone.

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Ah… Winter was finally here, or was it already leaving? It was proving really difficult to tell with all the portals making you jump from one place to the other. You never thought different times would also mean different seasons.

It was getting… tiring, no, exhausting… mundane, even? You never thought this could happen. Here you were, pretty much risking your life every day you went out, even for a walk, with your favorite heroes, even involved with one or two (or three?) in a situationship way.

You were dealing with magic, learning a language that doesn't even exist where you come from, acting as an interpreter, trying (not) to reveal mysteries of all Links. And now you were saying to yourself that it was getting… boring?

Oh how weird human nature is.

A few of you were staying in the Forge in Hyrule Town tonight and sleeping on makeshift beds prepared by the Smith’s grandpa. Old Man insisted that you were all fine, that you had bedrolls, to no avail.

Of course now was one of the calmer times, albeit rare. You took the mug of hot chocolate you prepared in silence in the small kitchenette and looked around the room. You liked the silence of the forge, except the gentle crackling of fire… And of course, the lowkey snore of the Sailor, who somehow managed to roll himself ON the Captain like a ragdoll.

You were pretty sure he was aware, any of them would be. They were all seasoned adventurers who probably had to be vigilant as they slept outside, having a “bunny sleep” as they said where you came from. Instead of rolling him off, the Captain simply let him. A smile cracked near your lips as you turned to look outside.

You watched the snow slowly gather on the hills, covering the ground like cotton candy, the steam coming off the mug fogging the window. Roofs of the small houses and shops in the town were also slowly building a layer of snow on their thatched tops. How long would it last?

You thought of the routine of the people who live in Hyrule Town. A simple life. If not for the current adventure, the Smith would also have a similar one. Wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to the Forge and work through the orders, spend some time with Zelda, talk to Minish…

You sighed. Wasn’t it also how your life was when you were in Post Calamity Hyrule? A simple routine, plenty of fresh air, time dedicated to learning. It was boring, but you liked “the boring”. It was such an awkward feeling to miss your previous “life”, even though you had another one before it.

Your “real” life. Where you had to wake up before dawn, get into crowded buses, have coffee as breakfast, sit on a chair a minimum of 8 hours a day, deal with people you’d rather not see, and make ends meet. Spend time with a loved one if you could find the energy. In the end, be so exhausted that you did not really have time for what mattered.

You sighed. Of course it wasn’t that simple.

“Couldn’t sleep?” the high baritone voice of the blonde gently spoke as he also sat down next to the window. Link.

“Just craved some chocolate,” you replied. It wasn’t exactly the truth, but not a lie either.

He understood and didn’t question it further, he also looked a bit nostalgic, his one open cerulean eye tinted with yearning for something far away.

“Wanna taste?” you offered your mug after you took a sip. So creamy and just sweet enough to not burn your throat. “It tastes even better than genuine Belgian chocolate,”

He nodded thanks and gladly and took it to his lips. A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

“The milk in this…” he trailed off and then took another sip.

You gave him a lopsided smile. Of course, the world of Smithy also had a LonLon Ranch.

“... is indeed high quality,” you completed his sentence.

He chuckled to himself and returned the smile.

“Now that the pleasantries are over, what’s on your mind?”

You bit your lip. He never beat around the bush, you didn’t even fight back.

“I mean, aren’t you also a bit worried about the calm before the storm situation we have in our hands? It has been some time since there was a portal or any report of monsters,” you tried to change the subject, you didn’t know to what extent you can bore the Hero of Time.

The Hero of Time.

“I won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother me, but one should take the opportunity given and use it to rest.” he answered cautiously yet unconvinced.

He knew it wasn’t good to push you too much for answers, as you might spill something that can be about his fate. Even after a few years, it wasn’t clear to the rest of the Chain how much you actually knew about each of them.

“Link… I don’t want to burden you, it’s just stuff about my old life” you had a distant look in your eyes, thinking about the past. The future.

“I won’t pry, but know that I will lend an ear if you require it,” he put a hand on your shoulder as he looked into your eyes.

Din damn you, handsome blonde. Of course you would just spill everything. You were willing to do it anyway.

“You would think I’d miss my life and be in agony all the time, but…” Other than the fact that here I am with my favorite boys , you didn’t say out loud, “I do miss home , but also, on the days we have peace like this, I do appreciate the simplicity. I didn’t have that where I came from,” you started.

“I wouldn’t count the risk to life as simplicity, but well…” he raised an eyebrow.

“I mean overall…” you paused for a second. “You know, the simple life. Wake up, do things, spend time with loved ones, sleep?”

Oh Nayru, how do you explain a typical office job to someone like Link? He might not understand that perhaps, but he can understand “adult” you supposed.

He nodded. “… I miss the ranch and after finally having the simple life I desire, it does make me feel frustrated to be apart from it once again. I miss it too.”

“Yes but have you ever thought, ‘Damn I am so sick of this I just want some time to myself’ after a day in the ranch?” you were just probing another line of inquiry.

He chuckled the way you phrased it with such passion. “On the days I had to deal with cuccos specifically, I suppose.”

“So I assume you would spend your whole day in the Ranch, with Malon, have some time with Epona, sometimes go to Castle Town, the forest and such?”

He was curious to see where this was going.

“Pretty much, yes. Simple and quiet.” he nodded.

“Admit it, didn’t you get bored of it, ever?” you deadpanned.

“What? Why?” he looked a bit scandalized by your question, but you pressed on this time.

“Come on Link, be honest now.” you had a grin. He took the mug to his lips again as he rolled his eyes.

“Fine, sometimes it CAN get boring but not in a way you think it is, I love my wife and the ranch,” he protested mockingly as he drank the rest.

“.. But you already knew this, so what’s your point?” he looked back at you.

“Of course I know what you mean. It’s just, it is something you worked hard for in life and you love it, yet even that can feel mundane sometimes, that’s normal,” you held a finger almost to his lips to hush him as he was about to open his mouth again.

“Or you can be so in-love with your partner, but sometimes, as cruel as it can sound, you might need some alone time,” you added.

“Because you know you love them and they know you love them, there is trust,” he replied.

“Precisely, hence also why you can bear the distance a bit better, it is an established love, not taken for granted,” you winked. You could swear there was a bit of pink in his cheeks as he turned his gaze away, but maybe it was because of the hot chocolate.

You signed again.

“Now imagine, that you are still doing something you like but now you absolutely HAVE to do it, and after a day of it you are so exhausted that you can’t do other things you like, at least not as much of it,” you continued.

He was listening intently.

“Every day, almost the same, nothing new, and very limited time to create something new. After studying for almost 20 years… Mind you, I was… or am still one of the privileged ones over there. While studying I didn’t have enough of the material resources to do some of the things I liked but had some time. Then after I finished, I had the material resources but not the time,”

You spoke in one breath.

“And I was or am practically expected to keep doing this until I am an old lady, unless I win the lottery of some sorts or go into some other ventures,”

You guessed this was a good enough explanation for someone in his situation to understand. The word “corporate slavery” came to mind, but it was too early for that.

“...I see,” he replied, sensing you still have more to say.

“And I… have or had, a… uhm, romantic partner…”

He perked up a bit, he suspected it since he overheard your talk with the Champion, but tried not to let it show. He was aware of your involvement with the Champion, and even possibly with the Rancher.

“...in your world, you mean?”

You grimly nodded.

“I still don’t know if I will ever see them again. And what will happen once I do,”

You gulped, trying to fight the tears of guilt and shame back. You thought you shattered his image of you. Cheating on your partner. A deep breath.

“Y/N”

You looked back at him, his expression unreadable.

“I can’t know or claim to understand the exact thing you are going through. We all have our burdens. But…”

Oh there it was, the judgment was about to be passed.

“If they are YOUR partner, they would understand. But only you will be and can be the judge of your own,”

He wasn’t done.

“We all know the noble love stories where one waits for the other for a lifetime, I assume they also exist where you come from, yes?”

You nodded, holding back a sniffle.

“That’s all they are, stories, legends.”

So are you , you wanted to tell him.

“Look, Y/N. I would give my life for Malon.”

You never heard him speak like this.

“But If I were to be thrown off between different worlds and time, with no absolute guarantee that I would find my way back to her…”

You waited patiently.

You could see that it made even his eyes foggy. He kept looking outside the window, touching his own scars without realizing.

“...Time heals all wounds, even if it leaves scars. And scars, they hurt. (Y/N), you were gone for years from your own world with no way back in sight, and then thrown into another adventure,”

He turned back to you again.

“I believe, even I might not be able to stop my heart from fluttering again, if I were to be in your shoes,”

The tears were streaking your cheeks now. The guilt came back to haunt you again.

“But now, what if there is a way for me to get back?” your lips trembled. “How will I face them?”

“A friend once told me that the flow of time is cruel, you can’t prevent it from affecting you, in a good or in a bad way. When the time comes, you might have to face the consequences,” he said, as a matter of fact. It felt cold like the winter air outside.

“To them, I am a lost person for years. But there is always the possibility that if I ever can get back, it will just be as I left it…” you trailed off.

The Old Man nodded.

“Don’t forget, time also could be flowing for them too, but knowing you, I’m sure there will be a way to reconcile. Together, or seperate.”

That’s why you liked this Link. He never tried to spoil and calm you with sweet words or false promises. He said what he thought as it was. That was his way of showing he cared.

That didn’t help the pang of guilt that threatened to boil in your stomach, but at least you felt calmer.

He got up and walked to his bedroll to pick up a blanket, and for some reason, still smoking hot mug of chocolate.

“Come, let’s go out a bit.”

You both sat down on the bench in front of the forge, wrapped up together in his blanket. He gave you the mug to keep your hands warm. You put your head on his shoulder. He adjusted the blanket a bit more for the both of you, and gazed into the stars between the clouds.

“Thank you, Link.”

“I’m sorry I can’t fix things, but I will be here to listen.”

You smiled.

“But Y/N, there is something,”

“Yeah?”

“What is ‘Belguain chocolate’?”

You let out a guffaw.

#the power of understanding #the power of understanding shorts #linked universe au #time linked universe #isekai reader #reader insert #zelda fandom #platonic time x reader #lu time #linked universe #zelda fanfiction #wow it has been a while #guilt #thinking of irl #tiny bit of angst #time is def not good at comforting tbh #can we say this ia a fourth wall fic or no

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frizzy-frizz-frizz · 7 months

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Magic reveal fic where only arthur knew about merlin's magic, and the only reason no one found out is because arthur's been covering for merlin behind his back

Arthur gaslights gatekeeps girlbosses his way into keeping his man safe by convincing everyone that merlin's a perfectly normal person, he's just also.. *merlin* and everyone knows merlin is just Like That Sometimes, thats not suspicious at all, no magic here, the prince said so

and honestly THAT'S the kind of power i want arthur to have, the kind of power I want his words to have. I want people to take arthur's word as FACT. Not law, not while he's the prince, but fact.

Like if arthur says so, then it must be true. If arthur says he has it covered, then it'll get done no matter what. "Well if prince arthur says its nothing to worry about...". "I mean sure it's strange but prince arthur said...". " oh it's okay prince arthur is going to be taking care of that"

#its power uther could never DREAM of DO YOU UNDERSTAND #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merthur

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revvethasmythh · 8 months

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it took sam 72 episodes and over 230+ hours of gameplay to finally reveal his gas can is a dice tower. he was just sitting on that this WHOLE TIME

#how can he come up with something like that and then just FORGET #I'd've been using that bitch literally EVERY DAY #he has a will power I will never understand #cr spoilers #cr3e72 #critical role #bells hells

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morganbritton132 · 8 months

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Next week Nancy posts a tik tok of Eddie in one of these tents at the soccer game. He couldn’t handle all the bugs so he bought one of these and a fancy fan to keep him cool. She pans to Eddie who is just flipping off the camera

It builds up to the tent.

It first starts with Eddie posting a TikTok complaining about the mosquitos like, I thought we were killing this planet. Why are these fuckers out in droves?? Followed by another TikTok of Eddie shaming Steve after a game for not being sympathetic enough about the literal vampire attack he survived.

Steve, literally applying calamine lotion to his bites, “You’re fine.”

“They stole my blood!” Eddie exclaims. “Look how pale I am!”

“You’re always this pale.”

“I’ve been bitten less by bats.”

And you know what? Eddie was just going to suck it up. He was going to just sit there and endure in order to support his husband and his wildest jock endeavors, and not just because Nancy’s been roasting the shit out of him every Saturday for the last three weeks, but then. Then he got bit on the ass.

He has a mosquito bite on his ass. How???

So, he furiously drives to a sporting goods store and buys himself a little tent. He throws in a portable fan and even buys a new cooler, and it’s great. It’s 10/10, definitely improved the whole situation now that he’s not being eaten alive again. Nancy can laugh all she wants with her frizzy hair, he doesn’t care.

“POV,” Nancy says in a mockup of Eddie’s TikTok voice. He looks up from his phone and gives her the most unimpressed look. “When people think you’re a Satan-worshipping cult leader but in reality, you’re just a little bitch that can’t handle the outdoors.”

She looks away from the camera and smiles at him. Eddie doesn’t say anything, just flips her off.

Later, Nancy posts another TikTok of Robin talking about her game-winning goal. Meanwhile, in the background, Steve gives Eddie a kiss through the netting of his tent.

#Eddie: *nearly knocking his tent over because there’s a mosquito inside it with him*#Steve doesn’t get bit at all and Eddie doesn’t understand what secret power he has #when the secret power is just bug spray #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #Nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley

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