#Oh were you the one that Smithy asked to see personally?

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Fluent Freshman - Part 31

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Eventually, his grandma convinced him that he did not have to send a horse head to Ichirou Moriyama with his regrets. “He said if you’re ever looking for work my little Rotisserie, it’s going to be okay.” She had promised.

FF chooses to believe his grandma.

He’s found a lot of his mental stability is built up on just believing what his grandma has told him to soothe him, it helps that she’s usually right.

He takes some deep breathes, shoves down his embarrassment that he was seconds away from crying in front of Andrew, Captain Neil, and Nicky if Nicky hadn’t dragged the other two out. He really needed to thank Nicky.

“I can finish eating the soup Grandma, it’s really good. What was Kevin trying to do to it?” He asks taking the container his grandma brought the soup in and remembering what Nicky had said as he had gotten Captain Neil and Andrew out of the room.

“That boy is very handsome, very smart, and somehow does not have a bit of common sense.” His Grandma says with a fond laugh, “He wanted to put protein powder into your soup to help you heal faster.” She says.

FF had seen Kevin put protein powder in weirder things. What would be so bad about that?

“It was Vanilla flavored Protein powder my little Chicken.” She says reading the question off of his face and in his silence.

“Chicken and waffles exists as a flavor combination” he says not seeing what would have been so bad about it.

“Sweetie, you can’t have anything other than clear liquids right now. The doctor said so.” She says with a sigh.

He nods, that makes sense.

His grandma sighs and looks upwards.

“We need to talk to the Doctors about when you can get out of here. I think being back in a hospital is too hard on you.” She reaches up and brushes back his hair thumb starting at his eyebrow and tracing back to his ear. FF knows it’s not very noticeable otherwise his step brothers would have used the scar to torment him like how they brought up his slightly chipped ear. Still, he keeps his bangs long just so he never has to see the scar in the mirror, knowing his eyes will always search it out.

“It’s hard to sleep when it’s quiet.” He admits.

“I know.” She says. “Are you okay for people to come back in? I’ll take Nicky to act as my translator to go speak with the hospital or I can go with that nice coach of yours since he already knows I speak English.” She offers.

“Can…can you take Coach Wymack?” He asks because he really feels like he needs Nicky if his Gran is going off.

“Of course my little Chicken.” She rises up, takes the empty soup container from his hands, and kisses his forehead before she smoothes his bangs back down. “If you want I can just have Nicky come in and the rest can stay out.” She offers.

“No, just…maybe ask Nicky to come in first?” FF asks, he doesn’t want to be rude. They’re here to see him, it was just a lot and he wants to thank Nicky for giving him the time he needed to calm back down.

“Of course, such a sweet young man. His fiancé is lucky!” She says with a smile.

“Erik is a very lucky guy.” FF agrees managing to return the smile his grandma offered him.

“Ok, I’ll send Nicky in and take your Coach to go see about getting you discharged.” She says leaving out the door.

“Thank you.” He says into the now empty room before leaning against the pillows of his bed and looking around his room again.

His eyes narrow on the flowers Nicky had brought.

Pink Tulips, Yellow Sunflowers all in a Blue vase.

One does not become maintain a close friendship with Nicky Hemmick without hearing extensively about how he feels about newly adopted Pride Flags.

“Why did Nicky get me Pan Pride colors?” He asks if only to fill the silence.

***

Nicky couldn’t help but pace a bit. Somehow waiting for FF to calm down enough that he could take visitors again was a lot worse than waiting for him to wake up from being stabbed. He shouldn’t have let Andrew or Neil start in on his friend, he knows the two of them are scared but Nicky is the only one who can actually understand how scared FF would be.

His sweet little Rotisserie Chicken (He’s claiming it as his own, he’s in love, Aras is a laugh riot) would absolutely be spiraling in anxiety. The others are talking amongst themselves but Nicky isn’t feeling particularly chatty at the moment.

There’s a sound and Nicky’s head snaps up to see Aras coming out of FF’s hospital room. Her face giving away some of her exhaustion but she brightens the moment she sees him. It’s a nice thing, having someone her age being so happy to see him. “He wants to see you. I want to speak with Coach Wymack so he can help me work on getting our Chicken discharged, can you translate for me?” She asks in Polish slowly for his benefit.

Nicky stops.

“He wants to see me?” He asks, “Just me?” He adds wanting to make sure he was understanding her.

She nods, “He will let the others in after, but right now? You’re the only friendly face he wants to see.” She says, “Who could blame him when it’s such a handsome one!”  She reaches up and pats his cheek affectionately.

Nicky can’t help the smile that fills his face.

He almost wants to turn around and be smug about it with everyone. The last two additions to their family were far closer with Andrew and Aaron, but FF was his.

A friend that would pick Nicky over his cousins.

“Of course, I’ll help you talk to Wymack.” He says and offers his elbow to Aras who laughs and calls him a gentleman as the two of them walk over to where the rest of the Monsters and Wymack were waiting.

“Is Smiths ready for company again?” Aaron asks rising to his feet.

“He only wants to see me right now.” Okay yes, Nicky is going to gloat a little. He feels pretty good when both Neil and Andrew’s faces tighten just a smidge. “Coach, Aras wants you to come with her to see about getting Smithy discharged?” He says before a thought occurs to him, “Wait, won’t I need to be there to explain it to Aras?” He asks with a frown.

Wymack coughs.

“We’ll be fine. I’ll get the information and you or Smith can explain it to Aras afterwards if need be.” Wymack waves away Nicky’s concern. “Go sit with the kid.” Wymack says.

Nicky looks at Aras, “Will you be okay without me to translate?” He says not wanting to make the decision without her.

“We’ll make do.” She promises with a smile, “Look after our little Rotisserie Chicken, will you?” She asks.

Nicky nods before looking to Wymack, “At least offer the lady your elbow Wymack! You’re escorting a LADY!” He exclaims and Wymack rolls his eyes but tellingly does offer his elbow for Aras to take.

“A gentleman coach!” Aras laughs.

“I’ll go with them, I want to hear what might need to be done for Smiths.” Kevin says rising up from the plastic chair he’d been sat in. “Aaron do you want to come too?” He asks.

“I think I’ve suffered enough today.” Aaron says and Nicky wonders what the car ride over was like for his cousin to sound that tired.

Kevin tilts his head obviously not understanding what Aaron was talking about but before Aaron could open his mouth and turn it into an argument Nicky intervened, “Kevin, be a gentleman and offer Aras your elbow.” Nicky insists.

Kevin spluttered his cheeks going a little red.

“Coach already is escorting her!” He squawks.

“Do you think one man is enough for a woman of Aras’ caliber?” He asks seriously.

Kevin looks embarrassed but, sure enough, offers his elbow to Aras as well.

She takes it, “Two handsome gentlemen. What a treat. Now this one just needs to keep his mouth closed and he’d be perfect.” She looks up at Kevin with a smile.

Kevin, as he has since Aras arrived, just smiles back at Aras’ warm tone looking very much like a pleased golden retriever.

Nicky turns to head towards the door, “He doesn’t want to see us?” Neil asks and Nicky stops.

Neil looks uncomfortable and Andrew has the line on his forehead that he’s experiencing an emotion he isn’t comfortable with.

Nicky is a man with grace.

“I think he might just want to make sure this isn’t going to be Interrogation 2: Electric Boogaloo. I’ll promise that NO ONE,” he points a finger at each of the younger men, “is going to do that. Right?” He asks.

Aaron nods, Andrew gives off an aura of agreeing, and Neil opens his mouth, “We won’t.” He promises.

Nicky nods, “I’ll come get you guys in just a bit.” He says and heads for FF’s room.

Nicky finds FF sat up in his bed with tear marks under his eyes and feels his heart twist at the sight.

FF looks at him with a baffled look on his face, “You think I’m Pan?” He asks.

Nicky can’t help his laugh.

“I gotta cover my bases!” He says and fully steps into the room.

“I don’t even know if I like anyone like that!” He squawks, a flush rising to his cheeks and this is why Nicky has to control his laughter whenever someone says that FF seems like a chill guy.

“That’s why I was covering ALL of them!” Nicky teases unable to stop the laughter that bubbles up from his voice as he takes a seat next to his friend, “You feeling better? That must have been scary with Ichirou.” He says gently.

FF looks at Nicky, “It was.” He says, “I just…I hope I didn’t upset him in any way and make things hard for Captain Neil.” He looks at Nicky who is already shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about that. He seemed,” Nicky thinks back to Ichirou’s expression as he called FF ‘bright’, “pleased. Did he say anything to you about like a deal with Neil?” He asks.

“Not really, I just…he offered a reward and I told him to give it to Captain Neil. I can’t imagine how he was handling those kind of men being after him. I thought he deserved it more than I do.” FF says expression worried, “You really think it’s okay not to worry?” He asks.

Nicky could just eat him up.

He knows FF’s family aside from his grandma is a complete write off, maybe Erik and him could discuss adoption.

FF’s his anyways.

“Yeah, you did great Smithy. Don’t you worry about a thing other than what Kevin might be trying to sneak into your food.” He pats FF’s cheek.

“Yeah, it’s too early for protein powder is what Gran said.” FF nods as if it being too early in his recovery for the vanilla protein powder in his chicken broth was the singular issue.

Nicky decides to not pursue that further, if for nothing other than his own sanity.

“The others won’t bother you about Ichirou anymore or if they do I’ll stop them. Can they come back in?” Nicky asks.

FF doesn’t hesitate before he nods, “Yeah, sorry I just…thank you for having them step out. It would have been embarrassing for them to see me cry like I did.” He says.

Nicky looks at the obvious signs that FF had cried but doesn’t offer to clean them off fully. He thinks that the sight of it will stop any further inclination to interrogate.

“Of course Smithy. If they start overwhelming you again I’ll kick them right back out.” He promises and he means it, Andrew could threaten and scowl all he wants.

FF is Nicky’s friend and Nicky is going to do right by him.

***

Nicky goes and gets Andrew, Aaron, and Captain Neil from where they were waiting.

“Where’s Kevin?” FF asks looking at the three shorter men.

“He went off with coach and your grandma. He wants to know about your recovery and probably irritate them into releasing you if only so they can get rid of him.” Aaron answers taking a seat next to Nicky. “How was the soup?” He asks.

“It was good, I was pretty hungry.” FF smiles at Aaron. They hadn’t had much conversation and in all honesty FF didn’t really know what their relationship was, if they were friends or just acquaintances but he wanted to believe it said something in favor of them being friends that Aaron was here at all visiting him.

“That’s good.” Aaron offers him a smile that looks weird on a face that is identical to Andrew’s in so many ways even if there are just tiny differences.

He chats with Nicky and Aaron about inane things. Aaron tells him about Kevin’s multiple clashes with the nutritionist, Nicky talks about how Aras baked the pie with the ingredients he’d gotten, and Captain Neil and Andrew remain silent in the chairs they had sat down in. Maybe they don’t want to talk to him other than getting information that Nicky has deemed ‘off the table’. Captain Neil keeps looking at his face, opening his mouth, and then shutting it.

Maybe they just don’t want to be friends anymore after he blew it with talking to Ichirou.

FF comforts himself that at least Nicky is his friend, Aaron seems to be friendly enough with him, Kevin cares enough about him as a player to want to find out about his recovery and that could be counted as a friend. He has a vague sense that he also made a friend along the way to the hospital but that might have just been the blood loss and shock.

Maybe the EMT was just being nice.

His Gran comes back with Coach Wymack and Kevin both of them bringing her in on their elbows for some reason. Kevin looks a little irritated but he smiles at Gran before she takes the seat left open for her at Nicky’s side. Coach Wymack lets him know that after a final check from the doctor he’ll be free to leave.

“Are…are you going back to Palmetto?” Captain Neil asks him as Coach Wymack and Kevin were taking their seats.

FF blinks.

“Yeah, why? Am I off the team?” He asks and is quite proud that his voice doesn’t shake when he asks. This will keep him from playing for the rest of the semester. It might be better for them to-

Captain Neil smiles and he sees Andrew’s shoulders loosen. “Of course you’re still on the team Smith. We’re keeping you.” He says reaching over and squeezing FF’s shoulder once before moving and sitting back and sharing a relieved look with Andrew who merely rolls his eyes.

“I told you he wasn’t going to go back home.” Andrew says in Russian.

“We made him cry.” Captain Neil says in the same language and it takes everything in FF to not go red in mortification. Oh god he thought he had escaped anyone realizing that he had sobbed like a baby to his Gran.

The mortification passes quickly when he realizes why Andrew and Captain Neil had been quiet. They had been worried he’d leave and maybe a part of that was that they’d be losing two players but…

He looks at Andrew’s relaxed body language now and knows that Andrew wouldn’t care about losing a member of the team the way Captain Neil might.

…but maybe it’s that they wanted him to stay.

The thought leaves him feeling the best he has in months.

***

Signing out of the hospital takes a lot of paperwork. There are plans being faxed over to Abby. There are follow-ups being scheduled at the hospital down in Palmetto. There are discussions about who will go get FF’s stuff from his dorm so that his stay at Abby’s can be more comfortable. There is also the fact that his Grandma has asked if she can take up the other guest room to help with his recovery.

It makes him happy and guilty all at the same time.

Eventually he’s in a wheelchair being pushed out by Nicky and loaded into the Maserati with Nicky, his Gran, Neil, and with Andrew at the wheel. He notices how Andrew’s hands are solidly on 10 and 2 and feels better even if he wishes he had asked for that medical coma.

It’s a quick trip to the cousin’s house to grab their stuff and load it into both Wymack and Andrew’s cars and then they’re on their way back to Palmetto.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Nicky is going to ride this wave to shore #He's feeling great #Oh were you the one that Smithy asked to see personally? #No #Okay then Andrew maybe you should let the PROFESSIONAL talk #Smith may not have been totally ready to leave the hospital #especially after his little walk #But the admin they spoke with is lunch buddies with the nutritionist #and that Nutritionist has given an exact description of the kid who keeps bothering him #'He looks like Kevin Day from that Exy sport but just SUPER irritating' #That gentleman who is escorting that sweet old lady sure does look like Kevin Day doesn't he #Ok lets sign this kid out #When the Admin asks if Kevin will leave if they sign Smith out Wymack says yes #'Ok let me expedite this. Where do I send the follow-up care instructions?' #Kevin is VERY offended but Aras pats his cheek and he's back in goo mode again #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Andreil #Nicky Hemmick #My Fics #FF - Pt. 31

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Febuwhump Day 9: Bees (Wind & Legend)

Ao3

CW for blood and injury and torture

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“Well, isn’t this just so pleasant? When I woke up this morning, I said, ‘You know what I wish? I wish I could spend my day in a cell that smells like sweaty men and thousand-year-old bananas.’”

Wind can’t help but roll his eyes at Legend’s sarcastic drawl. He doesn’t like it either, of course. Being cooped up in the Yiga hideout isn’t how he wants to spend his afternoon either. Time had promised to spar with him and he had been really, really looking forward to it. But there isn’t much they can do about it now.

If the assasins had tied them up with ropes, then they would have escaped hours ago. Wind is no novice when it comes to undoing knots. But chains? Their smithy would be better equipped to handle that sort of thing. And, unfortunately, the Yiga had only gotten the jump on him and Legend.

“What do you think they want anyway?” he asks if only to distract his brother from continuing his lament about his spoiled afternoon.

Legend lets his head fall back against the wall with a pouty clunk.

“The champion, probably. These guys hate his guts.”

Wind cocks his head. From this angle, the pile against the far wall suspiciously resembles human bones.

“Because he’s a hero, right?”

“Yeah. Because he’s a hero.”

“I wonder if they hate all heroes then,” Wind says, thoughtfully. He doesn’t really care, to be honest. But anything to keep from pondering the mysterious objects and substances strewn about the place. “Or if it’s more of a one-person thing. Like they only hate Wild, cause he foiled their evil plans.”

“The first one, to tell you the truth,” comes a voice from the space right in front of them.

Wind jumps, red hot pin pricks traveling down to encase his scalp, neck, and arms. Beside him, Legend goes rigid.

A Yiga assassin bursts into existence in a cloud of red papers. He raises his hands the way Wind and Aryll used to when they were presenting one of their plays to Grandma.

“You know one hero, you know them all,” he drawls. “That’s just the way of things. Which works to our benefit, actually.”

“Oh good,” Legend snaps. “Since you’ve figured out the inner workings of us heroes, you must know that we’d never give anyone up to you. Especially, a brother. So, if you’ll just take these chains off, we’ll be on our way.”

The Yiga chuckles. He squats down in front of Legend, leaning forward so that his face is inches from the veteran’s.

“I like you,” he hisses. “You have spirit. It’ll be fun to make you scream.”

Legend pales, though he manages to keep a scowl on his face. The Yiga digs his fingers into the hero’s shoulder and hauls him to his feet. Wind’s stomach lurches.

“Don’t hurt him!” He shouts, scrambling up. He wishes he had his sword and shield, his boomerang — something to get them free. “He doesn’t know anything!”

It’s a hopeless attempt and he knows it. But it still feels like a punch in the gut when the Yiga throws back his head and laughs.

“Oh, he knows things, I’m certain of it. You both do.”

He shoves Legend toward the door, then grabs Wind by the ear and pushes him in the same direction. Wind sends him a blistering scowl, which he pointedly ignores.

“Walk, you two,” he growls, shoving his sickle into Legend’s back. Exchanging an exasperated glance, the heroes stumble forward.

The assassin forces them down a set of stairs and into the main room. A small group of other Yiga awaits, formed in a semi-circle towards the middle of the floor. They spread out as their companion nears, allowing them room to enter their little huddle. Wind can practically see their sadistic grins shining from beneath their masks.

For all their comic obsession with bananas, these guys give him the creeps.

One of them grasps him by the shoulders as he walks forward and yanks him to a standstill. He stumbles, lifting his head just in time to see the original assassin practically drag Legend into the center his Yiga companions have made.

The veteran trips over a bump in the floor and tries to catch himself. But the assassin delivers a swift kick to his shins that sends him sprawling.

“Vet!”

Wind lurches forward, fighting to reach him. His captor holds him fast, however. And he can do nothing but watch as Legend picks himself up, face pale and eyes glinting.

No sooner has he gotten to his feet than he is back on his knees, gloved fingers holding him down and in place.

“I will now ask you a question,” one of the Yiga purrs, stepping forward on cat’s feet. “And I hope, for your friend’s sake, to only have to ask it once. Where is the Hero of the Wilds?”

Wind catches Legend’s gaze from across the room and holds it.

I’m sorry.

Amethyst irises darken in determined resolve. Pale lips press tighter as he nods once, short and quick.

“You know what to do, sailor,” he calls.

He does. Wind takes a deep breath. He does know what to do. But it’s gonna take everything he’s got to do it.

“I don’t know,” he says. “And if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

He can tell even through his mask that the assassin holding Legend has narrowed his eyes. In the next second, a sickle gleams. It swoops down like a graceful gull, heading straight for Legend’s middle. Wind doesn’t even have time to scream out a warning.

It slices through tunic and flesh and keeps going, ravenous for more. But the Yiga won’t allow it to satiate its appetite. He yanks it out. Blood splatters the floor. Beneath the overhead lights, it looks similar to the rubies Wild likes to collect.

Legend’s eyes go wide. He chokes, a cry begging to break from between bloodied lips.

“No!” Wind screams, jerking to get free. But a dagger finds his neck and abruptly, he stills.

Cackles echo around the room as Legend sags in his captor’s grip. His face is deathly pale now. When he raises his eyes to Wind’s, however, that fierceness is still within them.

“You see the pain that your friend is enduring,” the assassin hisses, tilting his head. His grip on Legend tightens and a low whine emanates from the veteran. “So, spill it, boy, before it gets much worse for him. We know that you know the answer. Where is Link?”

“Maybe you weren’t listening before, because I told you I don’t know where he is!” Wind retorts. It’s a battle to keep his voice steady, but he manages. Contrary to what some of the heroes think, this isn’t his first time facing the enemy.

…though it is his first time watching a brother be tortured. That’s an experience he could have done without, thanks very much.

The assassin motions. One of the Yiga moves. Quick as a flash, he zips forward, and brings his weapon screaming across Legend’s cheek. His skin splits open, a gleeful crimson smile beneath his left eye.

Something between a growl and a half-scream bursts out of Legend. He curls in on himself, bound hands clasped into fists. His breath comes in tight little gasps that make Wind’s chest tight.

“Every time you refuse to cooperate, we will create a new mark on him,” the assassin snaps. “So, I suggest you start talking. Unless, of course, you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

“You bunch of sadistic idiots,” Legend croaks. “Did you not hear him? He doesn’t know anything.”

Another Yiga rushes forward. And this time Legend screams. A large gash runs across his arms and chest, cleaning separating the collar of his tunic from the rest. Blood oozes from it, only worsened from his weak attempts to pull away.

Wind feels his breakfast rise into his throat. Desperately, he drags his attention from his brother, even as blood runs down Legend’s body and drips onto the floor, even as he drags in wheezing breaths between clenched teeth, scream tapering off into a whine.

He has to find them a way out of here before it’s too late. And there must be one, there must be…

A small disk of gold glitters not far from where he kneels. In the rush of fear and fight for bravery, Wind hadn’t noticed it. But now it holds his gaze.

Legend has used something like this before, he realizes with a spark of hope.

“Tell us where he is!”

It is another assassin now, pushing forward and shoving the previous one aside. He reaches out and clamps his hand around Legend’s throat. The veteran chokes, face flushing and breaths gurgling.

“Tell us or we break his skinny, little neck!”

“Not yet! We still need him!”

“Well, the kid isn’t talking. This’ll make him real chatty.”

Slowly, carefully, Wind stretches out his leg. His foot connects with the hard object and he begins dragging it towards him.

Little by little it comes. And still Legend gasps. Still, he struggles, trying to tear at his captor’s skin, to kick at them, to escape. Still, his blood drifts away to pool beneath him.

“I can’t tell you!” Wind shouts, even as the hope within him grows and blossoms into something larger. Almost. He almost has it.

“I don’t know!”

Two more agonizing seconds tick past. Legend’s face is completely red now, eyes bulging as he tries and fails to fill his lungs with air.

Panic whirs in Wind’s ears, making him lightheaded. But the disk is within his reach. Gnawing his lip, Wind nudges it into his palm.

He doesn’t spare a moment to look down at the designs etched upon it, doesn’t give their attackers even that long to realize that he has found a way out. He takes a deep breath and feeds some magic into it.

It heats in his grasp, hungrily taking the power he offers and turning it into something useful. Something mighty and fierce and…

Wind’s eyes widen as a hoard of small flying things catapult out of his palm. The room fills with a deafening buzz as their wings beat together, propelling them towards their targets. Screams and shouts of terror quickly follow.

The Yiga scramble back, desperate to evade the stingers outstretched to pierce their skin. But they are not even close to as fast as the bees.

For that is what they are. A swarm of furious, yet very courageous bees.

The Yiga’s hand leaves his shoulder, the dagger falls to the floor. Seconds later, his chains fall with it, unlocked by the crafty bees. They buzz happily at him as Wind leaps to his feet, a triumphant shout on his lips and a thankful grin on his face.

The room is chaos. The Yiga try to fend off the vicious insects, swiping at them with windcleavers and sickles and daggers. But their weapons are useless against them. Even when they manage to strike down one, one hundred more appear, each angrier than the last. But never once do they harm Wind.

They part as he rushes to Legend and the only thing he feels is the wind of their wings.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a bee medallion?” He cries, grinning. “This is the coolest thing ever, vet!”

Legend looks up at him as the sailor drops down beside him. He lies in a pool of his own blood, eyes half-lidded and skin as pale as a redead. But he manages a small smirk.

“Never needed to,” he croaks. “Never thought I’d use i-it again. ‘Sides one of you would wanna borrow it.”

Wind reaches out to rest a hand on Legend’s arm. All his joviality is gone now at the sight of him, replaced instead by horror and sorrow.

“‘M sorry, Legend,” he says, sudden tears flooding his eyes. Roughly, he brushes them away. “I’m sorry they hurt you.”

Legend’s hand encloses his. He tries not to focus on the dampness of his fingers, or the crimson that smudges against his skin.

“You did good, sailor,” the veteran whispers, breath hitching on the last word. “You did real-really good.”

Wind smiles through his tears. “Well, I’m gonna do even better.”

He squeezes Legend’s hand and gets to his feet. Their pouches and weapons are propped against the far wall. Squaring his shoulders, he breaks into a run, headed toward them. With luck, one of them will have a fairy or potion remaining.

“I’m gonna get us both out of here.”

#I could’ve sworn there was a bee medallion in alttp #turns out i mixed up the good bee with the medallions that DO exist in the game #that’s what I get for trusting my memories of a game I played while sick with covid XD #anyway just pretend he like…made one of something #*or* #anyway #sorry this is late #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump day 9 #blood tw #injury tw #torture tw #linked universe #linkeduniverse fic #whump #angst #trin writes #lu legend #lu wind

[judyfromfinance]

Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

Chapter 5

When you woke up you heard no noise. Or, rather, no chatting. What you would expect to hear if Kratos and Atreus had returned. No you only heard the clanking of metal on metal. The same noise you fell asleep to. With a small groan you swiveled your legs off of the bed and cracked your back. A small yawn echoed around the small room before you opened up the door. You looked around to see no one. The only other person was Brok working in his smithy.

“Where is everyone? I thought they’d be back by now?” You asked while spinning around the main room. Hoping to spy Atreus reading a book perhaps. But no, they weren’t here. Brok stopped his hammering before answering you gruffly.

“They went to Svartalfheim. Apparently the little runt thinks Týr is alive and being held captive there. So Sindri took him and Kratos to see if they can bust the fucker out.” You probably slept through the small exchange before they departed. That’s a shame. You really wanted to see Mimir yell at the Huldra brothers for their, rather ingenious invention.

“Oh.”

“What? Am I not good enough company for the little mortal?” He bellowed in exasperation. You being, well you, decided to poke fun at him.

“I mean… yea pretty much.” You noticed Brok finally turned around from what he was doing to finally pay his full attention to you.

“Ex-fucking-scuse me, Princess?”

“You’re excused.” With a small and short ‘BAH’ he continued his work. But you did notice a slight smile on his face. You walked away, feeling good enough to leave knowing he didn’t take your teasing to heart. You walked up to a book case across the room, gliding your fingers over each and every spine. Your mind raced with thoughts of having to come clean about all that you knew. If they came back with Týr the Imposter in tow then how would you be able to tell anyone anything without tipping off Odin? You glance back at Brok. Knowing what’s to come for him and poor Sindri. It was difficult for you to know what to do. You glance back at the book case. You picked up one randomly and and opened it somewhere in the middle. You read the title on top of the page.

The Oath of Truce

(Tryggthamól)

‘…and wherever men gather together, there shall ye be so agreed as though this matter had never come between you. Ye shall share
  both steel and steaks
  and all the things
  that are betwixt you,
  like friends and not like foes.’

Fuck. Is this the world trying to tell you something? Fine. No more secrets. Secrets are what led to so many deaths and unnecessary hardships in this world. And you aren’t going to help that along. You place the book back on the shelf and turn towards the blue dwarf.

“Brok?” You took a few steps closer to his work station. Slowly, almost as if you were afraid to spook him. But truthfully you were the one that was afraid.

“Oh what? Finally gonna admit you just might like my presence around after all?” He chuckled. You smiled. And earnestly told him that of course you like having him around. He’s kinda an ass. But a funny ass. And humor can make up for a lot.

“But that’s not what I wanna talk about. This might not make sense but…” breath in. Breath out. “If you had knowledge of the future. And you knew a lot of bad things would happen, some even preventable, would you try and stop it?” He scrunches his eyebrows together and asks where this was all coming from. “Atreus told you and Sindri that I’m not from this world. And I’m not. But there’s a lot more to it than just that. I know things. Things about this place and how certain things are gonna play out.” You finally step up to the work table and stare down at him. “Týr is alive. That’s true. It’s also true that he’s locked up somewhere. But the Týr that is being brought back here is not the real one. He’s a fake. It’s Odin. Please you have to believe me. I know I sound out of it and crazy but we need to figure out a way to keep him out of this house.” With that small piece of information off your chest you felt like you can finally breathe again. Sure, you didn’t spill your guts on everything you knew, but it was a start. You look down towards Brok, eyes slightly watering. Lying is easy, but telling the truth is fucking hard. Brok holds his breath for a moment before billowing out a barely there laugh.

“Ok, well that sounds like a load of crockshit but weirder things have happened before.” You had a pleading look in your eyes and before you can beg for him to believe you some more, he continued. “Look, don’t go all teary eyed on me. I don’t need anyone thinking I yelled at ya or somethin’.” You wiped you eyes. “And if what you say is really true then why didn’t you tell the bozos before they went galavanting off to find the fucker?”

“I didn’t know how to tell them! I didn’t know how to bring it up! How do you expect I go about telling literal gods that I know their entire life story?” He squints up at you before asking, “So the Týr thing isn’t the only thing you know. What all else you got locked up in that big ol’ head of yours?”

“A lot.” You bite your lip. “Everything.”

“Streð mik. Ok well, we can’t get rid of him outright or he’ll think somethings up.” You nod. Sounds good. Odin already thinks you might be a key to stopping Ragnarok and you don’t want to confirm that yes, you are one, to his face.

“So… what do we do?” He looks at you sternly. “Nothin’.” What?

“What do you mean we do nothing? How is that gonna help anything?” He rolls his eyes before he turns his back towards you. Working on God only knows what.

“If you haven’t forgotten, you’re mortal. You can’t DO anything. Especially against someone as conniving as the All-Fucker himself. We lay low. Watch him. And I highly suggest you find someway to get Kratos alone so you can tell him everything you know.” He turns around, feeling the grimace on your face as you say nothing. “And I mean everything.”

“But… what if there are some things that are better left… unsaid?”

“Don’t start that shit with me.” You sigh and make your way back to your room. “Fine. Let me know when they’re here if I’m asleep.” Brok scoffs before saying you can wake your damn self up. Rolling your eyes you close your door and wait for your inevitable doom. Why does Kratos have to be so damn intimidating?

It doesn’t take long for everyone to return to the house. Imposter in tow. You walk out of your room and are greeted by Atreus. He beckons to you wildly. Most likely wanting you to meet this God he thinks so highly of. Oh if only he knew. You step forward with a small awkward smile on your face. “(Y/n) this is Týr. Like from all the stories I’ve told you about. Týr this is (Y/n), the human we told you about.” He turns to you, the same golden eyes that you’re used to seeing from Mimir staring back at you.

“Oh, so you must be the girl from… another time was it?” You nod. “Yea, something like that.” He hums. “In all my travels I haven’t heard of a story quite like yours. Excuse me but I would love some rest without Odin’s eyes on me. But after, I would like to continue our talk. I’m sure you have some very fascinating stories.” You nod once more in acceptance before turning away and letting him rest. Atreus catches up to you and asks what you think. About Týr you presume.

“Uh ya know… he’s a dude I guess?” He gives you a look as to say ‘Really?’ “Look, I don’t know what you want me to say. I’ve never prayed to any gods back home and I certainly won’t be now.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to get at and you know that. It’s just…” he sighs. “We’re finally closer to getting answer. Answers to questions I’ve been asking myself for so long. We’re not there yet. But we are one step closer. Can’t I be happy about that?” You stare at him with a knowing look in your eyes. “Of course you can be happy about that Atreus. Honestly, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. And your dad. Happiness. You both deserve that. But please, don’t let the prospect of answers cloud your judgement.” Atreus reaches out to you as you walk away.

“(Y/n)…”

“Look, I’m just a bit tired ok. I think I’m going to get some rest.” And with that you walked back in to your designated room.

“She’s been sleeping a lot lately. Is she ok?” Atreus sighs. “Yeah Sin, she’s fine. Let’s just leave her be for now.”

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I’m back from the dead! Not really. Look I’ve been an Obey Me mood lately and I still am tbh. Those demon boys do something to me fiercely but I’ve been rewatching Ragnarok and also been rereading one of my fave HeimdallxReader stories and I got hit with a bit of motivation. (If you haven’t read The Pickpocket by @engardeitsme then you are missing out.

I know it’s not the longest chapter but I’m bored with just writing a play by play of the game because the reader can’t be there for most of it. So there will be a bit of a time skip starting off next chapter but it’s all good. Hopefully that’s not too bothersome.

And with that here are my lovely readers and I’ll see all of you, next chapter, byeeee!

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#Olden Times. Modern Thinking. #heimdall x reader #heimdall gow x reader #god of war ragnarok x reader #god of war x reader #gow reader insert

[luimagines]

Four's spouse being absolutely terrifying when mad is very accurate. Not much really pisses them off except when it involves their loved ones are hurt, food waste and their current catch being chased away like the Gohma scaring off the boar. Otherwise Reader is mostly nonchalant.

Four does ask his lover to throw him on a few occasions, mainly when adventuring as the married couple are quite the tag team. Both fight completely in sync even when the Colors are thrown into the mix. So Wind and Wild asking for Reader to throw them wouldn't be much of a problem if they have a destination in mind.

Warriors: You're seriously going to oblige them?!

Reader: If they know where they want to go and have a way to land. My husband does this whenever we explore a dungeon together.

Wind: *takes out the Korok Leaf* Toss me as high as you can and I'll land on the roof!

Reader: *tosses the teen 60 ft into the air*

Twilight: WHAT THE????!

Wild: That is AWESOME!

(Wind does land safely and got scolded by Twilight. Wild also gets tossed too while Sky contemplates on asking.)

Reader's strength is the most insane thing about them. Combat chefs don't fight with their bare hands as its a chef's most important tool. You can't cook without them. They are a close range fighter so Reader uses their legs to fight.

One technique that Four's love tends to use is called Sky Walk. This skill allows Reader to literally walk on AIR and can only be taught by a master. Our heroes find this out when Wild spots something odd on his Sheikah Slate.

Wild: WHAT THE FUCK?! FOUR, HOW IS YOUR SPOUSE WALKING ON AIR?!!

Hyrule: I'm sorry what?

Time: *uses the Lens of Truth and sees Reader is actually walking to the house on nothing* Smithy, did you marry a god???

Four: Reader isn't a god. They're just using Sky Walk, a super secret technique. Like this! *begins walking on air*

Warriors: DEAR HYLIA!

Four hasn't really mastered the technique as it takes a few years so he can only walk at least 30 ft before he has to touch the ground. The looks on his comrades' faces are hilarious though. Smithy literally hid such a technique that would make any pitfall traps worthless.

Now Dink is most likely the type to use the heroes' loved ones to his advantage. When the Chain are traveling through Warrior's Hyrule Fields they did not expect a Dodongo to come crashing down with a footprint deep in its chest. All of them knew only one person could do this and rush to where it came from.

Surrounded by Taluses, Dodongos, Darknuts and Hinoxes was an absolutely livid Reader. One of the Links were quick to spot the abnormal nervous Darknut in the group, Dink who's currently regretting his decision. Especially when Reader's lower half of their legs ignite a fiery orange coat. They flames didn't seem to harm them but clearly burn the ground.

A sign that has Four split and push his comrades away a good distance from the fight cause he knew what is about to happen.

Green: The shadow really done it now!

Legend: What's going on?!

Vio: Diable Jambe, one of our lover's more destructive techniques. Trust us when we say you don't want to get hit by that!

Reader: My food is burning because of you bastards! Only fair that I return the favor! Diable Jambe- Party Table Kick Course!

Everyone watches as the chef lets loose scorching hot kicks with a handstand while spinning. The heat alone melted the Stone Talus and scorch the nearby ground. When Reader was done, all that remain was ash and a large patch of burnt ground. Dink definitely fled albeit badly burned but learn a huge lesson.

DON'T PISS OFF READER.

Oh my goodness... no kidding.

Reader is a force to be reckoned with.

....They just round house kick the hoard of enemies with hell fire....

AND THE FOOD WAS BURTN D:<

Dark Link better not come back! How dare he!!!!!!

#pinky replies #Four's spouse #Four's lover #anon stories #....I don't remember the first half of this.... ^.^* #my apologies anon

[johannestevans]

Good Coin

Romance & Fantasy short. A warrior has tension with the rogue in their party.

7.5k, rated M, M/M. Just some romance and learning to understand one another. A mercenary — not an adventurer, thanks much — struggles to understand the compulsive deception of the party’s rogue.

Adapted from a TweetFic.  Mentions of sex work, past sexual abuse, trafficking, implied gender dysphoria, some power dynamics.

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Bale has never much liked the word “adventurer”. Many of those he works and travels with disdain being called mercenaries or swordsmen or hired blades, don’t like the emphasis on the fights they get into – they want to be known for their exploring, their discovering, the mysteries they solve, the personal disputes they manage and tamp down.

As far as he sees it, they end up leaving piles of corpses either way.

Bale doesn’t see much point in equivocating. He’s been at this for years, ever since he was old enough for his father to throw his hands up and replace the hammer in his hands with a sword instead, advise him to leave the forge to him and his sister and go off to make his fortune.

Bale hasn’t made a fortune just yet, but he makes good money, sends most of it home to his da and sister – the smithy has three more floors than it used to, has boarding space for passing adventurers, and a warehouse, and shares in a local mine, and their rooms are bigger and more luxurious than they were before.

“You could retire,” his da keeps telling him. “You’re past five-and-forty – you can’t keep at it forever.”

Bale likes the idea of being called a “retiree” even less than he does an “adventurer”.

This newest hero he’s been following – it seems to Bale that every other sod is a hero or chosen one or champion or friend of the people or whatever else – is a decent sort, charitable, patient.

Too patient.

Case in point, the newest member of their party: there’s the Champion, bright-eyed and not-so-much naïve as they are painfully good-natured; there’s Deezia, a quiet and smoky mage that thankfully doesn’t show much interest in chatting to Bale; there’s Bale himself, tired and bitter and more than a bit grumpy; and now, there’s Quiver.

Bale doesn’t care for Quiver one bit.

He likes to pretend he’s slender and delicate, wears loose-fitting robes with lace edging and slit sleeves and a plunging collar that emphasise the most delicate parts of him – his pretty face and his slim, dainty wrists, and his graceful neck – but Bale has seen him stripped down. When they drop their armour after a fight and Quiver sets his leather pieces aside, the sweat makes his under pieces cling to his flesh, to the heavy muscle on his abdomen, his thick shoulders, his heavy thighs.

He is not fucking dainty, not remotely.

It drives Bale spare when he feigns weakness, keeps telling the Champion he can’t possibly fend with heavy things, keeps saying, “Oh, Bale’s your big strong man, ask him!” or “Deezia’s magic could fare much better with this than I could. What if I break a nail?”

Quiver lies easy as breathing, and Bale’s never much cared for liars.

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#musings #original fiction #writers on tumblr #romance fiction #short story

[fires-of-ninjago]

I saw this headcannon by @sodasyrup a while ago, and I just HAD to write a short fic about it! I hope you guys enjoy it! EDIT: I accidentally tagged the wrong person in this. I had tagged @legogeek33 instead of @/sodasyrup the first time around. Sorry for the confusion guys! D:

Title: The Family Name

Words: 975

Warnings: Swearing

“Well, here we are! Forge, sweet home!” Kai said as he unlocked the door. The forge was stuffy as they all walked into the main room of the smithy. It had been a long while since he, or anyone had fired up the hearth, but the room still smelled of sulfur and oil. His parents sighed with a relief he hadn’t heard from them before; not even when he and Nya had managed to emerge from the temple at the bottom of the sea.

“Ahhh…it’s good to finally be home,” Maya said as she stepped into the shop area. Ray, for his part, went right up to the hearth, and let himself visibly relax; dropping his shoulders as he took in a deep breath.

“Mmmm, I’ve missed the smell of Ignacian palm wood and bamboo oil…” he said. Kai gave a bemused chuckle as he rolled his shoulders back until they gave a satisfying pop.

“And the Bounty wasn’t enough?” He asked. Maya laughed as she opened up one of the cupboards that they had been keeping various liquids, and they watched as her smile widened.

“You two actually kept up with the still?” She asked. Nya groaned as Kai leaned against the doorframe.

“Hey, we had to pay the bills somehow!” He replied. “Besides, Nya’s gotten pretty good at making some of the strongest bathtub sake in the valley!” He could feel her groaning from across the room, as he watched their parents exchanged a pair of proud grins.

“That’s my baby girl!” Maya exclaimed.

“Kai!” Nya howled as she grabbed the nearest weapon to throw at him, only for Maya to pluck it from her hand as she was winding up to throw it.

“Oh, sweetie; did you make this dagger?” Ray chuckled as he picked up a piece of mail that was sitting in the mailbox by the door. His eyes shifted from bemusement to confusion as he shuffled through the various envelopes.

“Huh?” Ray squinted as he looked at the name printed on the envelope. “Who the heck is ‘Mr. Smith’ ? Did you two have a roommate?” The siblings stopped their squabbling to exchange their own confused looks.

“Ah…because that’s our family’s name?” Nya said. Ray looked like he had just heard one of the most mind-boggling things in his life, with how his mouth fell open. Maya, for her part, shook her head with stunned confusion.

“But…our name is Jiang.” The siblings gave each other another look that questioned whether the people they had welcomed into their home were really their parents.

“Well, technically it’s the name of Maya’s family, but it’s also a sort-of combination of my family’s name, and hers.” Ray said. Kai felt his brain start to short-circuit.

“Wha-Wait; if Jiang’s a combination, then what’s your family name?” Kai asked.

“It’s ‘Jin’, dear.” Maya answered, with a calmness that helped to ease Kai’s growing anxiety. 

“You see kids,” Ray started, seeing his opening. “It’s my family’s tradition to combine the family names of both partners to signify the formation of a new home. It just so happened that when we took the back-half of your mother’s name ‘Jiang’ and spliced in the first half of mine, we still got the same name!” The pair looked at each other with their silence speaking louder than anything.

“Ahem…So,” Maya started, breaking the silence. “Just where in the blue-hell did you two get the name ‘Smith’ from?!” Again, the kids just shrugged their shoulders in silence before Kai stepped over to the old workbench, where a stack of old letters sat.

“Well,” he began while sifting through the papers. “After you guys disappeared, we kept getting letters addressed to Ray no Kajiya.” Kai responded.

“Yeah!” Nya piped up while Kai searched for his evidence; “And when we asked what that meant, everyone in the village said that it meant ‘Smith’. So, we just…kinda assumed that was our name?” Their parents exchanged another look before they both broke out into snickers, and then full-on laughs.

“PFFFT! Ha ahahaha!” Ray doubled over as Maya tried to compose herself while leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh honey; there’s something that we haven’t told you…” A pit started to form in Nya’s stomach as she heard her mother speak. Maya tried to compose herself, but the giggle-fits just kept coming back. Eventually, Ray managed to pull himself together, and grabbed Kai by the shoulder.

“List son, hehe” Ray said as he stifled another wave of giggles. “A very, very long time ago, I was given that title by a group of Serpentine during the war as a slur-”

“-And your father eventually adopted it as his call-sign!” Kai had to do a double-take, as he started to put it all together. Looking up at the old, metal calligraphy of what they had believed for so long was their family name, it suddenly dawned on him what they were talking about.

“In the old Ninjargon writing system,” Nya started. “The character for Kajiya is shared with the old Serpentine word Kiyaki, which means-”

“-Soft-scaled.” The phrase echoed through his head, as memories of all the times he’d heard the Serpentine call him that. His inner-turmoil must have been apparent, because before he knew it, he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his shoulders. Broken from his thoughts, he looked over to see Nya had pulled him close, while their mother had started to hold them both. 

“I’m so, so sorry that we weren’t there for you two,” she muttered. “I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been…” Kai felt Nya’s grip tighten on his gi, as their father came in and wrapped his arms around them all. For the first time in a very long while, Kai felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long time: That they were finally home.

#Ninjago #Ninjago Kai #Ninjago Nya #Ninjago Ray #Ninjago Maya

[xinxiaogato]

— live to tell the tail

summary. you unfortunately lived in a universe where general gorou had found out ms. hina was… himself. and just your luck: gorou’s first impression of you was a crazed devotee of the ms. hina fan club, but you had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. will you live to tell the tail?

love interests. gn!reader x a watatsumi general, an inazuman vagrant, the balladeer, and the kreideprinz.

warnings. infinite pet puns, referenced character death, weapons, swearing, blood, alcohol, harassment, and mentions of war.

word count. 1,400

chapter thirteen ⌇ bone appetite

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“louder.”

“forward; advance!”

in their spick-and-span army uniforms that were sure to get dirty after one day, the new recruits skewered the air in front of them once more with their jūmonji yari in an unwavering resolve, causing their sandals to drive into the sand underneath.

the ones armed with bows released their arrows for the umpteenth time, which whizzed across the field toward the training dummies that gorou had set up.

they all missed, but you weren’t expecting much.

that brought the training session to a close. after some words of encouragement and a hint that these watatsumi fledglings may become the members of “swordfish iii” (which you quietly snorted at), they were dismissed by the general.

some of the soldiers stuck around to rave about their first day on the field. looking at their cheeks flushed with exhilaration and their lips moving at rapid speed, you couldn’t ignore the green-eyed monster creeping up on you.

you would rather be crushed to death by a meteorite than say this aloud, but you missed kuroda and hotaru back in the city. no matter how infuriating they can be, they were the only ones along with shigeru you could chat about written compositions with.

shigeru was a fellow editor for the author junkichi, whose works somehow rivaled hotaru’s in the market and was also somehow blessed with the favor of lady guuji herself.

throughout late nights at kiminami restaurant, you and shigeru would complain for hours on end about the unpredictable income and your respective authors not meeting their deadlines.

“my peaceful days seem numbered, reader,” shigeru bemoaned with a shake of his head after shoveling a spoonful of radish and fish stew into his mouth. “junkichi and i will be out of business if he keeps adding weird abilities to the characters! it’s too complicated if they have teleportation, invisibility, and the ability to stop time all at once.”

you turned your eyes upward in annoyance. junkichi was definitely a little more on the eccentric side. he kept pushing his idea about a protagonist with superpowers in everyone’s faces, and he had also begged you one too many times to join his team. 

clearly, you were already employed by someone, so in defiance of junkichi’s wishes, you were gonna prove hotaru was unmatched in his discipline to that rusty doorknob.

well, to be honest, hotaru could never be as cool as the legendary author from overseas, zhenyu, but you could never tell hotaru that, or else he’ll personally request for a duel.

“maybe junkichi needs another voice of reason,” you suggested to shigeru, hitting your closed fist against the open palm of your other hand.

“...do you always have to fall back on violence?”

“shigeru, desperate times call for desperate measures.”

across from the restaurant was the amenoma smithy, a one-stop shop for weaponry that was essential for any warrior.

and the most treasured warrior in all of teyvat had just arrived to the forge, their hair like beams of light weaved into strands that tangled with the glow of the sun and their eyes landing on…

“gorou?” the traveler’s fairy-like friend questioned with a raise of her thumb and pointer finger to her chin in the shape of an “el”.

“what are you doing here?” the traveler asked the watatsumi general, whose ears perked up and leaned toward them.

“oh, it’s good to see you,” gorou greeted. “i was putting in a request to hajime for some more weapons; there’s a new wave of servicemen i’ll be personally training on yashiori island soon.”

paimon couldn’t help but notice that gorou’s eyes kept flickering over to the nearby eatery established by kiminami anna as he and the traveler exchanged formalities. was he peckish?

“hey, gorou, are you hungry?” paimon chimed in bluntly, turning the attention of both seasoned fighters onto her. “you keep looking over at that couple’s food like you’re ready to pounce on it.”

the color rapidly drained from gorou’s face, and he cried out like he just got struck by lightning, “couple…!?”

“paimon, don’t make assumptions about people’s relationships,” the traveler chided with low-lidded eyes at their small friend in an effort to mitigate gorou’s surprise, for they knew he didn’t even have a smattering of knowledge when it came to love.

paimon shrugged. “well, i don’t know. they seem pretty close to me! anyway, why not we all have some rice cake soup from ms. kiminami? traveler and i haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

stricken with panic, gorou stretched out his hand to prevent the little one from ordering, but she was already miles ahead of him.

“three bowls of rice cake soup please!” paimon caroled after flying up to your side. your heart leapt into your throat at her impromptu appearance since you weren’t expecting that evening to take a turn.

“paimon and the traveler from afar, welcome!” kiminami anna greeted as soon as she turned away from her stove, but her eyes caught a very noticeable brown tail with a white underside that was peeking out from behind the traveler. “um, traveler… something seems different about you.”

gorou wanted to find a hole and die in it.

but before the thing that was cowering behind the traveler could be addressed, shigeru was trying to keep his jaw from dropping and spilling any stew.

“traveler, i was hoping to run into you!” shigeru exclaimed, his hands clasped together earnestly. “someone like you with the prowess of a thousand men is exactly the person junkichi needs to talk to.”

“eh?” paimon emitted. “what’s wrong with junkichi?”

“everything,” shigeru stressed. “junkichi’s head is up in the clouds, but i think your stories as a real-life superhero could wake him from his delusion.”

paimon’s face drooped in despondence. “now…? but paimon’s starving!”

you noticed the traveler’s pupils shaking with hesitation and felt the second-hand embarrassment from shigeru’s keenness start warming your cheeks.

the traveler probably had better things to do than helping out an author who was too far gone, so you placed a hand on shigeru’s shoulder and lightly pushed him away from the traveler’s personal bubble.

tugging shigeru up from his bar stool, you told them as you got up from yours, “sorry about that, traveler; shigeru is a bit haywire from stress lately, so don’t mind him. we were actually just about to leave, so have all the rice cake soups you would like!”

after you thanked kiminami anna for the meal and dragged shigeru away with “the prowess of a thousand men”, the traveler felt the corners of their mouth rise a little as, from afar, they watched you unsparingly punch shigeru in the shoulder, who cried out in anguish.

it was nice to not get roped into another errand for a change. the conclusion of the vision hunt had seriously taken a toll on the traveler’s well-being, and all they wanted to do was take a long, long nap.

“that was the editor for yamamoto hotaru, right?” paimon asked anna with a tilt of her head. “i’ve seen their face on the inside of his books.”

“yes, that was reader,” anna confirmed, which instigated gorou to poke his head out from behind the traveler. he glimpsed your face that was contorted with anger before you disappeared up the stone stairs near the yae publishing house with shigeru. “reader and shigeru oftentimes frequent this place to talk about the logistics of their jobs. i get to know the plots of hotaru and junkichi’s books before anyone else in inazuma does.”

“reader, huh…” traveler murmured under their breath.

concerned, paimon’s eyebrows furrowed at anna’s words. “are you okay with being spoiled? the fun of reading books comes from not knowing what’s going to happen next, right?”

“oh, i actually ask them for spoilers since i know that they’re editors,” anna countered with a smile. “with running the family business and thinking up new recipes, i have no time to read, so i’m always thrilled to learn about the plot from them. 

“have you heard about hotaru’s new trilogy, maid with steel? i know how it ends.”

“wait, you know who the maid ends up with!?” paimon squawked.

“since when do you read, paimon?” the traveler queried at which paimon made a face.

anna’s shoulders shook with laughter until she noticed gorou just awkwardly spectating their conversation. “wait, traveler, is that… the general of watatsumi behind you?”

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#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #gorou x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #albedo x reader #fluff #crack #comfort #angst #stella writes — ! #live to tell the tail

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

As High King Fingolfin came down from his orgasm, he noticed his lover was frowning.

“I’m sorry, was I too rough?”

“Don’t start that again, you were tender and careful as always.”

“Did you not come? I’m a bit worn out, but I can use my hand.”

“You saw me come quite dramatically over your abs. I’m perfectly comfortable and you were in no way neglectful of my needs.”

“Than what’s wrong?”

“I just said I’m comfortable, there’s no need to worry over me.”

"And yet I do. Obviously something is troubling you, and I would hear it even if I cannot solve it.”

Celebrimbor sighed. “You called me Curufinwe.”

“Ah. I’m sorry, I know you don’t prefer that name.”

“If you’re going to pretend that you’re screwing someone else, at least call him Feanaro so I know who I’m substituting for. I’d rather stand in for someone who is truly impossible to reach rather than someone who merely requires an inconvenient amount of effort. If you want to fuck my father, you need only send a letter to Himlad.”

“I have absolutely no interest in Curufin!”

“So call me by my grandfather’s name or my own, but not his. I’m only asking for clarity, not attraction on my own behalf.”

“Celebrimbor, you have the last already. I am picturing only you when we pleasure each other, in every detail of your own beauty. I will of course use the name you wish, but there is no reason to be bitter about a slip of the tongue.”

“And yet you don’t deny attraction to Feanaro. Even if I am not a replacement, you still desire him.”

“If Feanaro were here and willing, I would still choose you.”

“But it would be a choice, weighing two options that you want but you can only have one.”

“Feanor was bright like a fire, hot and changing but impossible to spend long near. You glitter like a jewel, always having a new angle, reflecting your own beauty and that of all around you, brilliant and clear. You’re right that fire can fascinate, but I cannot hold it and do not wish to.”

“Fine, I accept that you are not wishing for another. I still don’t want to hear my father’s name in the midst of pleasure.”

“I see your point. I am not ashamed to associate with you, but still I wouldn’t like to explain our relationship to Finwe. ”

“My father wouldn’t disown me as long as I give him a reason he can approve of.”

“Oh? And what reason would he possibly accept for you fucking your great-uncle, and your esteemed grandfather’s greatest rival?”

“Blackmail,” Celebrimbor said with a sharp grin. “I seduced you so that I could steer the political fate of the Noldor. If our relationship got out, everyone would lose their trust in you, either for screwing an evil Feanorian kinslayer or you taking advantage of my youth and naivety. So you have to advance my plans or else I’ll ruin you before the whole court. And of course with so much time around you, I will learn of the secret plots you doubtless have against my family.”

The closest Celebrimbor had come to using their relationship for political favors was asking for a room on the same hall and a private smithy. Every other agenda was argued before the whole court, never spoken of in their rooms either before or after it was resolved.

“Would Curufin really ask you to sacrifice yourself so completely to his goals, using your most intimate moments and actions to cynically further an agenda?”

“It’s less than Grandfather required of him and my uncles - it would last a few decades or centuries, rather than until the end of Arda. But he wouldn’t actually approve the plan. It would make me look weak for one, to play the victim of your unwanted lecherous advances, the young innocent gave in before the crown and the personality rather than fight back. Since this is my first time before the court, I must show them I am to be respected and feared.”

“That is a lot to ask from someone in a new situation.”

“Perhaps, but my father has always expected me to be exceptional.”

ao3

#my fic #celebrimbor #Fingolfin #silmarillion #The Silmarillion #rare pair #Celebrimbor/Fingolfin #my writing #silm #Nolofinwe #context is that Celebrimbor spent some of the Long Peace in Ethel Sirion becuase that's where court is #(*Barad Eithel whoops) #and Curufin is determined that his son should have 'the closest thing avialable to a true Noldorin political education' #which means that even though it's nowhere near as good as Tirion and of course Fingolfin has no right to the throne #Celebrimbor represented Himlad at political councils and Curufin was a hundreds of miles away and unable to micromanage him #also my headcanon Tyelpe is nearly of age at the Darkening and so definitely an adult here #incest cw #substitution

[shadow-and-purgatory]

The Circus Twi Trauma Fic [that is in fact the name of the file]

^^^^ I have several questions

UNDERSTANDABLY SO!

okay this is an OLD lu wip, to the point that I almost didnt put it on the list. it was one of the first lu fics I started writing. I got the idea when I made a post abt how frequently twi almost drowned in fic, and someone responded by saying that twi is, arguably, one of the better links at swimming, but hes had several nasty run-ins with FIRE. I wanted to leverage this, and because I love the circus, and circuses can have acts with open flame, I thought that a circus would be a good setting. I also didnt want him to just SEE the fire, I wanted him involved with it. at first, it was just going to be an audience participation thing that twi's too nice to say no to. then I was like "oh wait he'd be really shaken up after that so he'd probably go for a run as wolfie to clear his head" and THEN I remembered that circuses ALSO can have wild animal acts, so I got the idea of the circus nabbing wolfie for their show and having him participate in the fire act and he has to get rescued because hes not emotionally in a state to rescue himself. anyways id like to finish this someday. here's a snippet that I really like.

“Dot and I used to go every year when we were kids. Her favorite was the trapeze, but I always liked the fire eaters best!”

Twilight smiles at the smithy’s enthusiasm. Four could be a very guarded person when it came to himself, and it was nice to see him talk about his childhood so freely, and with such open excitement. 

“They eat fire?” Wind asks. 

“I eat fire.”

“I heard that, Cub. Please don’t eat fire.”

“I’ve only ever been to the circus once, but I remember I was particularly impressed with the lion tamer,” Warriors says as he adjusts his scarf. 

“That surprises me, Captain,” Legend says with a smirk. 

“Hm?”

“Oh, I just always thought you were more of a clown man, that’s all.”

#I just love this exchange so much #ramblimgs #ramblimg asks #fic ramblimgs #fic snippet #my friend hermit

[forensicated]

A summary is needed of events over 202 to 208 to explain happens/caused the Gina and Smithyness in Episode 209

WARNING: Trigger warning for controlling behaviour, discussions of rape and sexual assault.

Episode 202

Nick was found after being taken hostage by Weaver to stop him ID'ing a hitman. Nick, a recovering addict, was pumped with an overdose of heroin. Smithy goes above and beyond to prove that Nick is innocent. Unfortunately he's paired with Kerry who takes every opportunity to moan and flirt.

Cameron tells Smithy that he thinks Kerry might be the one. Smithy is a jealous, belligerent and drunken pain in the arse and slut shames Kerry. Cameron storms off. During an argument Kerry tells Smithy she's happy with Cameron but leans forward and kisses him. They're spotted by Gabriel.

Episode 203

Kerry feels guilty for sleeping with Smithy and Gabriel seizes every opportunity to make her feel worse. Kerry is assigned to a rape case and is struggling to focus. The victim blurts out that she'd been raped after she'd been arrested and "isn't reacting like you'd expect a rape victim to". Smithy tries to ask Kerry if she's ok after their night together and she brushes him off telling him nothing happened. During an arrest Kerry is injured and sprains her wrist. At the hospital she asks for the morning after pill. Gabriel uses her upset, guilt and the rape case to emotionally manipulate her.

Episode 204

Kerry can't remember what happened, what was said or what was done on the night she and Smithy slept together. Gabriel takes advantage and suggests that Smithy could have raped her. Things finish officially with Cameron.

Episode 205

Kerry is left stewing on what Gabriel suggested and is behaving oddly around Smithy who asks Gabriel what's wrong. Gabriel says it's probably hormonal and that she's been behaving like it all day after he turned her down too earlier.

Nick returns to the station for one last day on shift and he's partnered with Smithy and later they join up with Kerry and Gabriel. Smithy and Nick end up saving Kerry from at best a very bad head injury. Kerry still can't look at Smithy without wondering if Gabriel was right and it was possible that Smithy raped her.

Episode 206

Gabriel keeps the pressure on Kerry, asking her what she's going to do. Things could be getting back on track with Cameron but she still hasn't told him anything about Smithy. An oblivious Smithy has to say goodbye to Nick, one of his oldest friends (... it's complicated) as he enters Witness Protection fully. Gabriel doubles down on manipulating Kerry, inserting himself as the only person who knows and the only person she can speak to. Yvonne helps Kerry when he finds her in tears in the toilets. She has a manipulated memory after Gabriel's talks. "We kissed but I didn't want it to go further. I said no but he wouldn't stop..."

Episode 207

Yvonne wants Kerry to report Smithy. Kerry said she has no proof and wants to forget it. Cameron's happy mood at a possible reunion with Kerry annoys a jeaous Gabriel. Kerry won't be drawn by Smithy on what is happening with her and Cameron. Their suspect falls into the water and Smithy leaps straight in. Without outside influence, Kerry starts to see Smithy as she did before it all happened for a few seconds before Honey puts her foot in it by saying she can see, after watching a wet Smithy undressing, why Kerry fancies him. Honey says that Kerry can't deny it, she clearly wanted Smithy that night.

Honey: Oh Sarge, I thought you were gonna let me towel you dry. Smithy: Careful Honey don't start something you might later regret.

Rather unfortunate banter to have right in front of Kerry and Yvonne. Yvonne begs her to talk and says he could do it to someone else if she doesn't report it. Kerry tells her that even Honey thinks she was desperate for him and the others will think the same. "I'm accusing a highly popular officer of date rape. Who do you think will come out of it worse? If you make it public I'll just deny it." Gabriel keeps up the manipulation of Kerry when they're alone in the writing room. He suggests Yvonne might be right and that it should be made official. Kerry tells Gina, when cornered, she's been having personal problems but won't be drawn further. Gina tells her off for 'trying to shift the blame' to Smithy - who had just plunged into the Thames (filmed around Jan btw!) - for them not following up on something.

Kerry interviews a potential rape victim and draws parallels between the described assault and her own encounter with Smithy. It later turns out to be an affair cover up. Outside Kerry witnesses the husband and lover fighting with the husband shouting 'how could you lie you'd been raped?' Kerry decides to let the entire thing drop as she doesn't even know if she has a complaint in the first place. Gabriel insists he'd be there for her as he just wants her to be happy but Kerry wants to move on and get back together with Cameron.

Gabriel reacts angrily, sweeping a rack of condiments off the table in front of undercover journalist, Andrea. He tells her that a colleague and good friend was ditched by her boyfriend and abused by a senior officer the same night. Andrea witnessed Kerry walk out ahead of her arrival so knows who it is. Gabriel openly names Smithy as the senior officer and insists Yvonne was the one who told him.

Smithy asks Kerry 'where they are' and she tells him their night was a disaster, it shouldn't have happened and she'd rather they avoided each other outside of work. Honey tells Andrea she doesn't understand why Kerry is choosing Cameron when she has Smithy on offer stating 'she'd have Smithy any day'. Andrea said that she'd heard that he's "a bit rough between the sheets". "Like no means yes type of rough?" Yvonne apologises to Kerry but insists it's only because she wants her to do the right thing. Kerry says she's not going to take it further. She doesn't feel any hate towards Smithy, nor does she feel like a rape victim. She just wants to move on with Cameron. Gabriel tells Cameron to take it a bit easy with Kerry because of 'the whole Smithy thing' and then that Kerry was raped by Smithy.

Episode 208

As if the situation wasn't already pressure cooker like enough, throw in Gina and Adam at a conference in Manchester, a serious RTC, an armed robbery, a bomb for Smithy to manages as the most senior uniform officer on shift.

Undercover journalist Andrea tries to pump Yvonne for information but she's not biting and Cameron is late. Kerry is trying to deal with the RTC with just a small handful of officers and the fire brigade whilst backup arrive through a massive traffic jam caused by the accident. Gabriel tells Kerry that the rumours have gotten out and implies Yvonne is to blame. Kerry hasn't time to react as a trapped motorist calls for her. Cameron finally arrives and questions Yvonne about Smithy and Kerry. They make it to the accident and he makes a beeline to Kerry to question her on what had happened. He begs her to tell him if it's true. Kerry can't answer.

With traffic jams Canley wide and most officers tied up at the RTA, Smithy has to join the Area Car at a suspected armed robbery whilst they wait for the traffic division to take over the accident and clear the area. He arrives just before Cameron. Cameron volunteers to be Smithy's scribe and keep an incident log meaning he has to stick close. Andrea spreads rumours around the cordon that Smithy raped Kerry. Cameron digs at Smithy before telling him that he knows he raped Kerry. Great timing Cameron!

Smithy tells Cameron that he's not proud of what happened, they were both drunk but he did not force her into anything. Cameron tries to attack Smithy but Smithy overpowers him and points out they have an armed siege with hostages with no back up and armed support because of the traffic issues. This. Can. Wait. Cameron doesn't let it drop, telling Smithy he won't get away with it and glowers in the background behind Smithy. Smithy has to shout into the bank to make contact, only to be held at gunpoint and a car demanded by the gunman/robber, Willet, in the next four minutes. Cameron belittles all Smithy's efforts, but Gary doesn't believe Andrea's gossip and backs him up. Andrea is horrified when an unarmed Smithy has to continue to talk to Willet with no protection.

Kerry arrives and she and Yvonne blame each other for the rumours. The bank manager, James is sent out of the front door when the car doesn't arrive. He has a bomb strapped to him and has to stay upright and level as there's a mercury tilt switch inside. Smithy has to talk a terrified and visibly shaking James into not touching it and keeping calm. Unfortunately, Willet's ex is James' new partner (and the bank reposessed Willet's house.) Willet a remote to set it off inside if they don't get the car to him in 5 minutes.

With just 5 minutes, Smithy says he has to give Willet the car he asked for, however Kerry runs over to tell him that CID have brought Willet's ex/James' partner to the scene. Kerry volunteers to isolate the bomb and James away from the scene until bomb disposal can arrive. Cameron tries to talk her out of it but Smithy tells her to take him round to the carpark and stay there - keeping him as calm as possible - and that he'll have a car placed between her and the bomb to try and shield her. He also lets her know that he's aware of the rape rumours. Kerry does as she's asked, trying to keep a lid on the situation - only for Willet's wife to break through the cordon and come face to face with her ex. Willet insists they deserve all they get. Smithy demands that she's taken away and reclaims control of the situation. SO19 and the ambulance finally break through the traffic.

The wife/new partner learns about the bomb and Andrea tries to reassure her it might not be real. She screams at the top of her voice that it's fake with Andrea stammering that's not what she meant. Cameron is concerned that James is panicking but Smithy says Kerry can handle it and talks to SO19 about getting Willet out to the car so they can deal with him without the hostages. Cameron breaks away, followed by Gabriel. Kerry tries to keep control and tells the bank manager not to touch the bomb because Julie was wrong and it might not be fake. Cameron continues to distract Kerry and demands she tell him what happened. Kerry is literally trying to keep the bank manager looking at her and Cameron is stood crowding her and asking her why he didn't tell her she'd been raped. Pick your fucking moments!

Cameron insists he'd believe her if she'd said he'd been raped but the fact she willingly went home with Smithy gives him an element of doubt. He walks off, Kerry turns to ask him to stop before looking back at James. He can't hold his arms up any longer and Kerry runs towards him to stop him touching it...

#Smiffina #Alex Walkinshaw #Dale Smith #Smithy #Gina Gold #Roberta Taylor #Kerry Young #Beth Cordingly #Gabriel Kent #Cameron Tait #Dan MacPherson #Todd Carty #Nick Klein #Rene Zagger #Episode 202 #Michelle Austin #Yvonne Hemmingway #Episode 203 #Episode 204 #Episode 205 #Episode 206 #Episode 207 #Episode 208 #Smiffinalong #phew! #the bill

[pocketramblr]

wipmas day 12

from the “foursword hyrule wip”

Hyrule stretched his wings with a content sigh.

The others had gone to Hyrule Town with the Captain, while Four caught up with his grandfather and Wild prepared lunch. No one would be looking for him for a while, and he could enjoy the taste of magic in this era.

It was like lemonade, he decided- bright and sugary, but also light and a little tart.

And it was truly thick in the sunlit air, more so than at Lon Ranch or Outset Island or even the home Ravio used as his shop.

"Oh, by the light force!" A voice startled Hyrule and his wings faltered, landing him on a stone and turning sharply to look for the source.

At the base of a tree, a figure clapped. Hyrule would have thought them a mouse, except for that they were wearing a cloak of leaves and a bright red little cap.

"You turned into a big person! Oh I've never known a fairy who can do that!" Their voice chimed with the sound of wind rustling leaves and dew dripping on rocks, but their words were clear as any other fairy’s beyond that.

Hyrule felt himself flush bright pink.

"Oh, uh, hello." He studied the stranger. "I'm actually not- I turn into a fairy. Not the other way around."

He really, really hoped that wouldn't get him attacked, if this person didn't like "big people".

The stranger gasped. "Oh, truly? You're a big person? The only other big person I've met is Link, and the children of course."

Link, huh? Four had mentioned friends to visit, though no one had thought about anything like this.

"The children?"

“Oh yes, if children are good and we want them to, they can see us!” The stranger sighed. “But the Hylian ones always grow up, so we don’t make real friends with them for very long.”

Hyule moved to kneel down closer to the stranger. “I admit I haven’t met a wingless fairy before who was this small. Why can only children see you?” If it was a curse, perhaps between the Smithy and the Veteran they’d be able to figure a way to undo it.

“Oh! I’m no fairy.” The stranger laughed. “I’m Minish!”

Minish? Hyrule had never heard of them, and they were speaking like a fairy, but he’d just have to take their word for it.

“Hello then, Minish friend. You can call me Traveler, what can I call you?”

“My name is Alfari!” The Minish- Alfari- said with a wave. “You really are a big person then, with that name. How exciting!”

Hyrule- who's name was Link and had never met someone actually named Traveler- blinked. “What do you mean?”

“They're all named for things! Smiths, Links, Travelers, you know. There's no thing called an Alfari, there's just me.” The Minish explained, and they did have a point… there were others, but “Zelda” was more a title that just meant princess than a name by his era, and from what the other heroes said “Impa” might as well be the same. Bug, Error, those were more things, and his name was actually Link even if it wasn’t Traveler…

Oh, they really did have a point then.

“I guess I never thought about that.”

“Where do you travel from?” Alfari asked, eager.

“Calatia.” It was somewhat true, even if he hadn’t been back nearly half his life ago. “It’s a land south and west of Hyrule.”

Alfari’s mouth dropped open. “I’ve never heard of such a place.”

“I can tell you about it, if you tell me about this er- ah, kingdom. I’m still pretty newly arrived.”

The Minish was eager to agree, and they swapped stories of peoples and trades, magics and fairy fountains.

Then Alfari mentioned kinstones.

“What are those?”

“You don’t have them in Calatia?” Alfari sounded more surprised about this than they had Hyrule turning from fairy to hylian.

He shook his head.

Alfari jumped and called for him to follow, then pointed at some grass.

“There’s one there!”

Confused, Hyrule patted around, finding a smooth rock.

When he picked it up, he found a strange blue shape- like it was supposed to be round and flat like a saucer, but broken in half.

Magic, latent but there, hummed inside.

“What-“ his question was cut off as a note cut through the winds of the woods, then rose to a second and a third.

F, B, D, it repeated, F, B, D.

“What was that?” Alfari asked, hands over their mouth. “It sounded a bit like Link’s ocarina, but I’ve never heard him play that song. I thought he didn’t know any…”

Huh. Hyrule hadn’t known that Four could play the ocarina as well, he’d never said anything about it when the Old Man brought it up.

The Soaring Song repeated, and Hyrule reached for his own whistle.

“It’s one of my friends, just making sure I didn’t get lost. Probably time for lunch soon.” He explained.

Alfari nodded. “Alright, well- visit soon!”

He vanished into the grass as Hyrule played the song in return. Were he in his own era, in the right place, he could warp between dungeons with this.

But there was no such magic here, for him or for Time, so he remained helpfully in place as he replied.

It wasn’t the best way, in his opinion, and hardly fool proof- but it was better than Wolfie showing up to drag him back several hours after the food had gone cold.

Hyrule tucked the flute and the kinstone away, then made his way back.

#wipmas

[bokettochild]

For the requests if you're game?

Four and Warriors dynamic since we don't see it much?

Also you're awesome and absolutely don't have to do this if you don't want haha

So, words aren't nice to me today, and your prompt really helped with that. I'm sorry I didn't get to it sooner! But I'm glad I did it today. The verb tenses are a bit off and all over, but I really like the pretense.

For context, this is something that used to happen with me and my dad when he was in pain. I have no clue why it works, but it does somehow? For him anyway. Anyway, as I am the shorty of my family, I figured Four could take my place here :)

“Four, how tall are you?”

Don’t kill him. Green whispered, whether to himself or to his brothers none of them knew.

Why would he even need to know that? The grouchier voice in his head huffed out as hazel eyes shot up to meet the captain’s blue.

Was that particularly necessary? Vio groaned, and if he’d had a physical form the color in question would likely have just flopped over tiredly.

“Four foot four.” They answered curtly, turning their gaze back down to the sword in their hand as they continued to work over its length.

Warriors chuffed out a strangled sort of noise across from them, whether it be from pain, surprise or laughter they didn’t know, and as long as the captain didn’t push, they’d give him a little grace. The poor man was in enough pain as it was, and it really would be a shame to have him writhing on the ground if they kicked him in some... painful places.

“Really?” The man wheezed. “Please tell me you’re joking?”

They rolled their eyes.

Permission to kick him in the nuts?

One minute, let me think about it.

Pities sakes you two, we are not kicking the captain! Vio scolded. We’ll dye his hair while he sleeps or sew a patch on his tunic while he walks or something, not...oy vey.

“I’m four-foot-five.” They corrected aloud. “Happy?”

Sharp eyes met the captain’s again, four voices fighting over whether to cause harm or not. “Huh.”

Guys, look at him! Red huffed. He’s not even able to sit up straight! Give him a break, this one time?

Agreement rang in their mind. Wars was in pretty awful shape. The man had pulled his back while trying to heft a wounded Twilight through the forest the other day, and while he’d insisted the entire time that he had it handled, he’d come to regret it the next day when he woke up nearly too sore to move. They all teased Time about being an Old Man, and it was well known that Legend’s arthritis gave him trouble on some days, but neither the vet not their leader had ever moved as slowly as the captain this morning when they’d been on the road, and Time had had to call an early halt simply because Wars was clearly in so much pain.

The man currently lay on his stomach on the ground at the edge of camp, trying to stretch out his strained back and staring as Four with an odd look in his eyes. “Could you do me a favor?”

Could you not mock our height?

I thought we liked our height?

We do, but we don’t need to be teased for it!!!

“What do you need?” They eventually settled on, setting their sword aside and giving the captain their full attention.

“Stand on my back.” Warriors answered.

They blinked, startled. Once, twice, thrice, four times at the man. “Pardon?”

“Stand on my back.” Warriors repeated himself, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But-”

Is he bonkers? Captain, we are not cracking your spine to put you out of your misery? Blue frowned, confused.

We’d hurt him doing that, why would he even ask?

This is Warriors, he’s not known for having all the lights on a good day.

“Aren’t you in pain?” Red managed to take the forefront, worry spilling into his voice as he stared down at where the captain lay on the ground.

The man smiled, shaking his head slightly only to wince and instead offer one of his charming smiles. “It helps. Just trust me, ‘kay?”

And what were they supposed to do? Even Legend had stepped up to offer help with the pain this afternoon, not that it would do much good for Warriors’ specific problem, but it had earned the vet a warm chuckle and a head ruffle, resulting in much squawking and insults as the vet protested the action. Wild had searched his slate for supplies to make a cure, and Time had called a halt for the day’s travels entirely. Sky had even offered what little help he could provide, but while offers of aid had come from everywhere, there hadn’t been anything that had worked.

But Wars was claiming that actively stepping on the injury would help it, and as absurd as it sounded, the captain seemed utterly confident in it, eyes almost pleading as they shifted where they sat.

“It won’t, I don’t know, mess up your back at all? Are you sure-”

“Goddesses, Four! It’ll be fine.” The captain huffed desperately, just do it, please?”

Now they understood why Warriors could charm discounts and special deals out of merchants and inn-keepers, his royal blue eyes looked utterly pitiful and almost tearful as they stared up at them, pleading and wide. The effect was ruined though when Wars added a tiny little pout that sent Vio reeling with laughter as Blue and Green stifled their own, Red cooing softly in their head.

“Alright.” The laughter of three of the four colors spilled over in a light chuckle as the smithy pulled themselves to their feet, stepping over hesitantly and setting one foot on Warriors’ stretched out back.

“Go on.” Wars prompted, chuckling fondly. “It won’t hurt me, I’ll tell you if it does, okay?”

That didn’t help at all. They weren’t big, they knew that, but they weren’t as slight as they looked, they were smithies after all, and they were a solid little brick of muscle mass. Warriors may be certain it would be okay, but they sure weren’t.

“Four, I’m literally begging you. Step on me.”

The smithy’s nose wrinkled and they pulled back. “That is incredibly weird sounding.”

“Step.” Warriors ordered.

“This is so weird!” A nervous laugh fell from their lips. “How does this even help?”

“Just do it!” The captain groaned. “It helps, I promise. I can’t explain it, but it does.”

One tentative foot pressed against the captain’s back again, only for the smithy to back off, earning a huff in annoyance from the captain. “Four-”

“Let me take my boots off first.” They murmured, shivering off the awkward feeling that came from stepping on of their brothers. But they could only avoid Wars’ pleading gaze for so long and once their shoes are properly put to the side, they had no valid excuse to not ‘help’ the man.

How does this even help him?

Do we care? We have an excuse to step on him!

Vio, I think you spent too much time around Shadow. Stepping on people isn’t funny.

It’s funny if it’s Warriors. Vio sounded particularly satisfied with himself at the moment, and the others could only sigh at that, finally giving in to the captain's request as Vio pushed the body forwards until they are standing, fully, on Warriors’ back.

“Oh, yes, thank you.” The captain’s voice comes out in a relieved sigh. “A bit lower if you could- that's the- yes, right there. Oh gosh.” Blonde hair met the dirt as their resident “pretty boy” let his face fall to rest on the ground. A satisfied sigh escaping him, albeit muffled by the earth. “That is so much better. Thank you, Four.”

“How does this help?” They frowned, staring down at where the man spread out on the ground, utterly limp and incredibly boney under their feet.

“No clue.” Comes the muffled reply, no attempt made to explain as the captain continued to let himself melt into the earth. “But it always works like a charm, so I don’t question it.”

Always?

“Who do you usually have step on you?” They ask, standing awkwardly on a boney spine any trying their hardest to keep their balance so they don’t slip and tumble onto Warriors’ head and give him a concussion on top of everything.

“My kids.” Comes the easy reply, as if the words don’t send them reeling enough that they almost do fall. “Mask jumped on top of e once to try and wake me up. I wasn’t asleep, but it was a tough battle the day before. Come to find out having a smallish person stand on you does wonders! My younger siblings used to do it too, but then they all hit growth-spurts.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” They chuckled easily, finding a comfortable placement for their feet as Warriors’ back rises and falls with soft laughter.

“Believe it or not,” The captain rumbles, the vibrations trailing up their legs and making them stifle a giggle. “I’m the short one in the family. The eldest, but the Hylia forsaken shortest.” There’s very nearly a pout in the man's voice and they failed to hold back their laughter as they look down at him.

”You’re the shortest?”

“To my eternal torment.” Comes the groaned reply, and all the colors can do in reaction is laugh.

Later, when the others finally look over and see what’s happening, there are shouts and concerned looks from the heroes when they see their shortest standing on the previously sore and aching back of their tallest, but for now, Four gets to tease the captain for being short; something they never thought would ever happen.

Vio cackled madly in the background the whole time, leaving his brothers concerned after the first ten minutes when the color’s mirth failed to fade.

#sorry I took so long!!! #vio is a member of #the warriors bullying squad #red is a member of #the warriors protection squad #lined universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu four #lu vio #lu red #lu green #lu blue #fluffics #linked universe fic requests #claybrownie7566 my beloved

[claybrownie7566]

Just a game...

This whole fic idea came from my best friend @unwantedcrow so I decided to write it for her! She has fantastic ideas and so here we are.

The gang doesn't know about Legend's fear. They try and get back at him, and it goes very wrong.

(TW: panic and hysteria, abandonment)

"That little-"

"Wars" Four warned, silencing the Captain. The smithy puffed triumphantly when the man actually obeyed.

"Listen. I know he and Twi were in kahoots for that last prank, I mean, I still have dirt in my ears" he shook his head and true to his word, dirt flew out of his ears. "But" he continued, "we have to be careful. We need to get him good, but we don't want to get in trouble with Twi or Roolie when they get back. So think, gentlemen. How should we approach this?"

Warriors peeked through the brush into the clearing where they had made camp. The rest area was larger than they were used to. The group was separated for the time being. Not for days or anything, just enough time for Sky, Twilight, Time, and Hyrule to wander into the nearby town to gather intel and supplies. Not to mention a sense of where the heck they were and....well...when, they were exactly.

That would take time.

Lots of it.

And Wild, Four, Wars, and Wind wanted to settle the score.

Not too evenly of course. This was only a prank war after all, but Legend had gotten them good two days ago. Far, far too good.

What did he do you ask?

Ask Time later. None of them were eager to talk about it and they were sick of Legend's smug looks of victory taunting them throughout the day.

Wild frowned, "why don't we just put bugs in his potion bottles?"

Three concerned faces turned toward him.

"Wild, what if we have to use those potions?"

The champion scoffed and shook his head at them like they were dumb.

"Potions are made from bugs you idiots. Why would-"

"Shh!" Wind cut in sharply, jutting a thumb toward the clearing, "he's coming back from patrol. If we aren't there he will be suspicious, come on!"

They all sprung to their feet and raced through the greenery into the soft patch of grass littered with their belongings. Quick as lightning, they all threw themselves into casual sitting positions, and grabbed something to fiddle with as to not look suspicious.

Legend's footsteps reached them, and the vet parted a tree branch as he entered the clearing. His pink hair clashed with the rich green behind him, and Four stifled a snicker.

It wasn't the vets fault....whatever had happened, but it was still ridiculously strange to see the bright pink head of hair attached to his snarky, know-it-all expression.

"Well" Legend said, nearing the group, "aren't you all getting cozy."

Wild rolled his eyes, "yeah yeah leave us alone. We're tired."

Four gaped. Wild was such a good actor. He could slide anything off his tongue, and everyone within earshot would believe him. Not that it was hard to lie about being tired....they were always tired, but still. Four gave him an impressed smile as Legend turned away.

"Yeah" the vet sighed, "me too honestly. Would you guys mind if I slept a bit before the others got back? I know me and Twi have first watch because of our erm..." he paused, smirking to himself, "shenanigans, from the other night."

Wind glared at Legend, and the older hero only grinned wider.

"I don't think that's fair. You should have to take first and last after what you pulled." The sailor grumbled.

Legend laughed, "aw don't be a sore loser Tuuli." A bejeweled hand reached out to ruffle the younger hero's hair, "besides, you guys started this war. It's only fair I finish it. Also, I'm getting punished with Twi so don't be so bitter. It's a bad look for you."

Oh that got them good.

It was all fun and games until the taunting.

Now it was personal.

"You know what else is a bad look?" Warriors pressed, "getting your head shoved into a vat of red potion."

Wild puffed next to him and Wind snickered, covering his mouth with his hand. Four outright cackled.

"Yeah vet" he wheezed, "hard to take you seriously when your hair is the same color as fairy floss."

Legend groaned in annoyance, the sound barely audible over the groups eccentric laughter.

Once they had calmed down, their giggling fit reducing to soft chuckles, the pink-haired hero gave them a hard look.

"Are ya done?" He deadpanned.

Wild snorted, "yeah. We're done."

Legend rubbed his eyes, "Mmk well...I am going to sleep for a bit. Can you contain yourselves long enough to not burn the forest down while I'm out?"

Warriors narrowed his eyes, "not funny."

"What do you mean? I'm hilarious" Legend said, stretching his arms above him with a yawn.

"Want us to wake you when Time and the others get back? Don't want you to miss your shift" Four said, not trying in the slightest to hide his own snark.

"Yep" Legend said easily, "sounds good."

He lowered himself to the ground where his bedroll was and began to spread it out, running his fingers over the soft padding and old blankets he had gotten from who knows where.

The grass beneath them was thick and soft, and the trees above them sheltered them from the bright sunlight of the afternoon.

Despite the disgruntled atmosphere from the quips within the group, it was extremely peaceful around them. Within no time, Legend was curled up in his bedroll, breathing in the summer air deeply.

Four watched their companion curiously. He really must've been tired to fall asleep so quickly. It was a deep sleep too. The smithy threw a pebble at him, and he didn't move.

An hour or so went by without much to say. The four heroes had gradually formed a circle a way off from their sleeping friend. They began to chat quietly about things when Warriors lit up.

"What?" Wild asked, his hands twisting into the grass.

Warriors put a finger to his lips and looked behind him to make sure Legend was still asleep.

He turned back to the group with mischief in his eyes.

"Oh perfect" he said with a wicked grin.

"What?" Wind poked, "what's perfect?"

The captain motioned for all of them to lean in. Four blonde heads pressed together as he continued.

"I have a good idea. Oh he'll be so mad."

The other three looked at each other and smirked.

"We're listening" Wind said.

Warriors looked at him proudly and began to explain.

"Let's just take all our stuff and pretend to leave. We won't of course, because as much as I want to get back at him, I don't want him to be left like a sitting duck out in the open."

Four nodded methodically, "harmless but irritating and briefly startling. I like it."

"Yeah, you would smithy" Wind said, jabbing his elbow into Four's side. The two giggled quietly, and Wars tried to bring them back.

"Guys, guys. Come on, I doubt he will sleep for much longer, and the others will be back tonight. We have to hurry."

Wild, Four, and Wind nodded.

They all rose together and began silently packing up their things. They dragged it all a ways off into the forest, hiding it under some bushes in case Legend came looking.

Then they hid behind the tree branches and waited, their eyes fixed on the clearing and the sleeping hero at it's center.

They made sure to scan the treeline for any signs of danger as well, but their amusement and focus was all on Legend.

They only had to wait about fifteen minutes when Warriors saw the vet stir. He got the others attention, pointing silently toward the target. They all went still, waiting and watching, perfectly silent.

Warriors felt excitement and anticipation fill his chest, and he held his breath.

Legend stretched, his eyes skittering open toward the sky. He rolled over sleepily and groaned. Slowly, almost painfully so, he propped himself up on his elbows and opened his eyes.

There wasn't really a clear reaction at first. He glanced over at where Warriors had been sitting before turning his sights to the tree line.

Warriors felt underwhelmed and disappointed.

Then.

Legend did a double take, whipping his head back around to look at the now abandoned camp. The reaction they'd been waiting for landed, and the satisfaction was glorious.

Everything was exactly how they had found it: pristine, and gloriously empty. Warriors felt triumphant, and he grinned.

Legend's brow furrowed in curiosity as his head turned to survey the area.

"Wars? Wild? What the heck?" He called, annoyance and confusion lacing his words.

Wind turned to Four and nodded.

This was perfect, he seemed to say.

Warriors was about to agree when another call drew their attention.

"W-wait....where did you guys go?"

His head moved a bit quicker, searching more than asking now.

Warriors glanced at his companions.

Nobody move, keep it going.

"Hey! come out you idiots! I know you're hiding somewhere!......creeps."

Wild bit his lip to keep from laughing, and Four put a hand to his lips.

Quiet stupid!

And it was quiet, for several long minutes.

"Umm....." Legend finally yelled to the empty air, "OKAY........Y-YOU GUYS CAN COME OUT NOW! YOU WIN!......" He tilted his head in waiting.

Warriors would absolutely not be giving in. Not now. The fun had just begun after all.

Except, something seemed to change slightly in the vets expression. It wasn't quite worry or amused confusion anymore.

It was fear, panic, despair even.

"P-please?" Legend called, "it's not funny, I'm......H-hello? Anyone? Hyrule? Wars? Four?"

Wild looked at Warriors.

The captain shook his head.

In a minute.

They didn't get one.

Legend's hands clenched into fists in the grass, gripping the soft greenery so tightly Wars thought his knuckles would snap.

The vets chest stopped rising and falling, and he went terrifyingly still.

"No" he whispered.

Warriors quirked his face in confusion. It must have shocked the others too because they were all still as statues.

"No, sweet Hylia not again......" Something caught in the light tracing down Legend's cheek. "N-not them they-........oh goddesses.......oh goddesses what have I done?"

He sobbed.

Legend.

The unbreakable, snarky, hotheaded, bold, brash veteran of the group.

Sobbed.

He sobbed like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He curled in on himself so violently Four thought he would disappear entirely. His hands curled tighter into the grass, and the hero nearly convulsed, his body wracked with tremors.

"Please" he begged, "please don't do this to me.......not again."

Wild gasped softly and surged forward, drawing the others out of their shocked stupor. Warriors was right behind him with the other two in his wake.

Wild raced across the clearing and dropped to his knees next to Legend.

"No please.....I was so happy.......I was so happy.....why can't I be happy?"

His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breaths were horribly uneven and shaky. They couldn't tell if he was breathing at all. Four let his hands hover, unsure of what to do.

"L-legend? Legend!" Wild said, putting a hesitant hand on his friend's shoulder.

The hero jerked away harshly, his eyes snapping open. They locked with Wild's and a thousand things crossed both their minds.

"Wake up" he whispered, "please wake up wake up No....no sleep........dream dream dream and forget......please no....."

Warriors tried next, gently placing his palm on Legend's arm.

"No! Agh! You're gone!" A cry ripped from his throat. The sound was desperate and anguished. Legend's head fell, and grass stained fingers launched up to grip the pink strands of his hair, or to pull them out, he wasn't sure.

"Legend!" Wild said more urgently, "It's me! It's Wild! It's me! It's me!"

Legend collapsed.

Wild winced in sympathy as he caught his friend, wrapping his arms around his trembling shoulders and whispering a thousand apologies.

"I don't......." Another horrible sob, "don't trick me anymore......Wild isn't here he isn't real......it isn't real nothing was real.......none of it......" Another gasp for air, "none of it. They're gone they're gone."

Wind and Four scooted closer, their own guilty tears threatening to spill over.

Warriors was still in shock. His chest hurt, his mind was a blank slate, his body wouldn't move.

"What did I do?" He said, his voice was barely audible.

Legend kept muttering to himself between sobs, his hands gripping his hair.

Warriors looked at Wild for any sort of council, any sort of relief, any sort of help.

"L-let go......let go of me" a soft voice pleaded, "stop it....."

Wild peered back down at his friend and shook his head.

"I'm not letting you go Legend. It's me, Wild. I am very real. And I'm so sorry we tricked you. We didn't know it scare you so badly."

Legend seemed to register the champions arms around him then. Strong and steady, and very real.

"Tricked? W-wild?"

The champion nodded.

Legend gasped, then laughed.

It was small, fragile, soft.

Relieved.

"W-wild! you're......you're real? You're real and everyone is real?"

Warriors reached out, gripping Legend's shoulder. The vet turned and Warriors wanted to cry. He pulled the two heroes into his arms and held them there.

"Legend I'm so sorry!"

His voice was thick and dripping with guilt, but genuine. His. Legend let out a long, deep exhale.

"You" he gasped, "jerk."

Warriors and Wild chuckled despite the situation, and Legend's hands let go of his hair to wrap around Warriors.

"Never thought I'd be so......happy to see that.......dumb blue scarf.....thought I went crazy."

Warriors hugged him closer.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so....so sorry. I didn't know. I should've, but I didn't."

Legend shook his head, "not your fault......didn't say anything about it.....never have.......not to anyone."

Legend breathed out another pathetic laugh.

"Everyone's real right? I'm not...."

Four sighed, "Oh we're real alright. And boy do we owe you an apology."

Wind leaned against the pile of heroes, adding his weight to it.

"Are you gonna be okay?"

The vet smiled weakly, a hand untangling itself to clutch his chest "as long as you.....never......ever do that again....."

"We won't" Wind said, "swear on Aryll's spyglass."

Four heads nodded, and Legend finally relaxed. Wild kept his arms tight around him.

Legend cleared his throat, "So uh...I'd appreciate if this wasn't disclosed to the others.....I have a reputation you know."

Warriors scoffed, "Yeah. real good that reputation did for us. Nearly killed you with a prank."

The vet gaped, "Is THAT what this whole thing was about? You guys tried to get back at me from two days ago? What I did was harmless what is the matter with you!"

They all grumbled in protest, and Wind huffed, "well we THOUGHT this would be harmless......Hylia above Vet we're sorry."

"Enough of that" Legend clipped, "I'm just glad I'm not crazy."

"That is still up for debate though-"

"Wars" Wild warned, "let the man alone."

"We should probably drag our stuff back to camp now huh?" Wind added.

"You dragged," Legend said, pinching he bridge of his nose, "your gear. Out of camp."

"Yup" they all said at once.

It didn't take them long to reset their campsite, but it did feel like eons before the others stumbled in. Their company was back together, new supplies and information required. The change in dynamic within Legend's group was apparent, but no one said anything. He was grateful for that.

He was grateful for everything. And even though it had scared the living daylights out of him, he had a newfound appreciation for his companions.

He savored the sight of them all together, and kept it locked away right next to the others he refused to forget.

#Linked Unverse #LU fic #Lu Legend #Brownie writes #unwantedcrow

[luimagines]

I usually do this to Enno, but I’m coming after you today, Pinky. It’s a songfic (“Volví a Nacer” by Carlos Vives). Im too lazy to type out the entire song, so.. go ahead and listen to it where I typed the first line if you want. Enjoy :)

Warning: long ask

The chain was walking through Four’s hyrule when they fell through something that almost looked like a portal, but clearly wasn’t. It was actually a large minish gate that managed to shrink the entire traveling party, including you. The initial reaction of some of the group was to assume it was an attack of some kind, but the Smithy explained what happened. You listen as he rambles excitedly about the minish and how they’ve helped him on his adventures.

He trails off when he sees the decorations set up around the minish town, “Oh… oh no. Of all the days to be brought here, why now?”

“What’s wrong, Smithy?” The rancher asks.

Four is just about to reply when some of the minish, chittering with glee, start placing flower crowns on everyone’s heads.

“No.” He tells the gathering of minish firmly, “we’re not participating. Find someone else, please.”

The minish turn to each other and shrug. They don’t seem to much care. In the next moment, they’ve taken the rancher and run off with him.

Four sighs, “this is the ‘Festival of Candor.’ It’s a yearly event to help keep the magic that preserves them working. They sometimes will drag random people they sense are guarding a deep secret and force them to… sing about it.”

Warriors eyes him incredulously, “are you serious?”

“As the grave,” Four replies.

You feel a pit drop in your stomach. What if they make you sing about the growing crush you have on Twilight? Oh, who are you kidding? It’s well beyond the point of a crush now. What if they make you admit to being in love with him?! Through song?! Yeah… no thanks.

Twilight reappears suddenly. He’s on a stage holding a microphone of sorts and looking down at the crowd like he really doesn’t want to be there. Suddenly, one of the minish (who’s now speaking a language people other than Four can understand?) points at you and orders Twilight to sing about you. It comes with a cautionary warning, “sing only the truth, or else the entire town will be destroyed.”

——————

A quick glance at Four confirms for Twilight that it could actually happen. He swallows nervously. It seems he has no choice — he’ll have to sing. His brain starts to rush to come up with a way out of this dilemma. How can he do this without directly telling you how he feels?

As usual, he comes up with a solution quickly. He’s bilingual! Hyrule isn’t the only country that Ordon borders, so he speaks a second language that he’s never heard anyone else from the group speaking. Since you seem to also be from a hyrule, he’s pretty sure this will work. He picks a song — one that he frequently thinks of when he thinks of you — and begins to sing.

——————

“Puedo no roncar por las mañanas. Puedo trabajar de sol a sol.”

You blink in confusion. Is he… singing in Spanish? And you know this song. You definitely know this song. But… what?

Surely it couldn’t mean…

But as you watch him sing, he’s clearly singing to you. And he’s getting really into it. Like he means every word. But you don’t think he knows you speak Spanish, since he’s never given you any indication of romantic feelings before — not that you were observant enough to pick up on anyway.

——————

Twilight isn’t sure what possesses him to do this, but at some point during the song he gets down off the stage and comes over to you. He just wanted to be closer to you, he thinks. And the look of confusion on your face is funny. But as the final notes of the song fade away, he finds himself standing in your personal space as he looks down at you.

You quirk an eyebrow and look up at him, suddenly speaking the language he’d been convinced no one else present but him knew a moment ago, “¿Me amas? ¿En serio?”

He breaks. He’s a blushing, stuttering mess. All his bravado and confidence — that had had him dancing around the square and flirting hard enough to make you almost lose your composure and swoon — is suddenly gone. He is a Link, after all, you suppose.

“Rancher?” You gently call his name.

“I- yeah. ‘Spose there’s no point in hidin’ it now that I just spent the last couple of minutes singing about it, huh? I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

He pauses momentarily, “do uh.. do you feel the same? If not I’m perfectly happy to just keep being frie—“

He’s cut off by you getting up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Yes.”

You swear his smile could light an entire room by itself with the way he lights up. He then lifts you up by your waist and spins you around before pulling you close to kiss you. Like something out of a movie.

- Glitter ✨

GLITTER

NO

AAAAHAHHHHHHHH

MY HEART

MY SOUL

MY LIFE

THIS WAS AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE

IF FOUR WAS EXPLAINING THE CONCEPT OF THE FESTIVAL WHY DID NOT HELP TWILIGHT AS HE WAS BEING KIDNAPPED?!

HELLO?!?!?! TEAM!?!?!? THEY JUST WATCHED!?!?!?

#pinky replies #anon stories #my second hand embarrassment hit me like a truck #but I know that if it was me #I wouldn't hesitate to sing along or dance to it #no matter how much I would have wanted to keep it secret DX #someone remind me to put this on the masterlist please

[into-the-linkverse]

Of rupees and Koroks

my first LU fanfiction! I am horrible at endings so...yeah. i definitely went off the rails from my original plan (ADHD my beloved) and I am SO SORRY in advance if any of the characters are OOC.

“Okay, and that would come to…200 rupees, Mr. Captain Hero Sir!” Ravio cheerfully stated, holding up the bottle of shimmering red potion for War to admire. The warrior actually scoffed upon hearing the intended price.

“Something wrong, War?” Legend asked, his back leaning against a rather large crate.

“No, no, it’s just…really cheap.” War pointed towards the potion. Both Legend and Ravio blinked blankly. Legend’s face soon turned into one of severe confusion, whereas Ravio’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“200 rupees? Cheap? Were you hit in the back of the head by a bulbin?!” Twilight almost shrieked from his side of the Barnhouse He stopped playing with the cows and quickly jogged over to Ravio’s makeshift shop.

“Back home, a red potion would cost around 10,000 rupees. Isn’t that the case here?” War stated eyebrow raised as Twilight began twitching at the mention of the rupee count. Ravio’s jaw practically dropped.

“My wallet can’t even hold that!”

“Hey, I heard screaming. Who’s dead?” The barn’s door creaked open to reveal Wind, accompanied by a sweating Sky and an unfazed Four.

“War said a red potion would cost 10,000 rupees in his world!” Legend blurted out, almost barking at the heroes. Four huffed for a second, then walked up to Ravio and snatched the red potion.

“Hey, 200 rupees, y’know!”

“This. Costs 20 rupees.” He pointed at the potion, as War soon broke down in a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny, pretty boy?” Legend folded his arms.

“You guys must be broke! 20 rupees? That can’t buy you shit!” He managed to get out before banging his fist against the hay covered ground.

“Hey, watch your language!” Sky shouted, moving to cover Wind’s pointy ears. “There are children here.” He lowered his voice as Wind swatted his hands away.

“Okay, okay, I’m trying to run a business here. Let’s go…2,000 rupees, Mr. Captain Hero Sir!” Ravio clasped his hands together, only to realize the item he was selling was nowhere on the table.

“Um…Mr. Smithy? My red potion?”

“Oh, sure.” Four passed the glittering potion back to the purple-haired hero, acting as if he wouldn’t be committing a crime if he didn’t hand it back.

“Here you go, Mr. Captain Hero Sir! Please come again!” Ravio smiled gleefully, having 2,000 rupees handed to him like it was nothing.

“Pfft- I guess War really is a rich snob.” Twilight sniggered, shaking hands with Legend in a mutual agreement.

“Hey, you take that back, farmers!” War shouted, fiddling with his glove as if preparing for a fight.

“War, you realize you’re saying that on a ranch?” A voice called from outside. The door was already opened (Wind forgot to close it) so it was easy to tell that the voice belonged to Time.

“Oh, hey, pops, wanna help us take on pretty boy?” Twilight greeted happily, only making Warriors more enraged.

“No, I’m quite fine. But thank you for the offer anyway. Hyrule asked me to collect you all. He’s having trouble with something. And for Nayru’s sake, behave yourselves.” Time explained to the group, trying not to bring up the fact that he almost locked them in the barn to keep them out of trouble.

“What do you mean “something”? I thought nothing happens on this ranch!” Wind protested, running his hands through his hair, obviously trying to make himself more presentable.

“I have no clue what the deal is myself. Wild and Hyrule are already investigating.”

“Those two? They were better hosts than us?” Warriors looked almost horrified at the idea of being upstaged by Wild of all people.

“Do you want to be cooped up in here all day?” Time asked, almost laughing at War’s sudden reaction.

“Come on, let’s get moving now!” Warriors announced, starting to direct (push) the other heroes out of the barnhouse.

Hyrule was ecstatic. He’d been picking up stray rocks for weeks in hopes to find the small beings called Koroks. Wild had told him all about the strange little creatures that hid under rocks and in trees, and Hyrule soon became intent to find one. At last, at the gates of Lon Lon ranch, Hyrule mindlessly picked up a rock and proceeded to shout in happiness.

“Wild! Wild! I found one!” He cried, perking the ears of the long-haired Hylian. Wild rushed over, practically throwing the Cucco he was holding. He jogged over, only to stop a few feet away from the brown-haired hero.

Hyrule’s eyes were alight with glee, his smile looked like an innocent rabbit’s. He tossed the rock aside, unfortunately landing on Wild’s foot, as he winced. He placed the rock to the side and crouched down to the Korok’s level.

“Yahaha, you’ve found me!” The Korok excitedly squealed, Wild rolling his eyes as he heard the line for the 400thtime. Hyrule nodded in response, too glad to speak and ruin the moment. Before he knew it, Hyrule was handed a small, foul seed. He looked confused for a second and looked up to Wild.

“Yeah…not that impressive, is it?” He sighed, snatching the seed from Hyrule, and adding to his collection. Hyrule blinked as he saw Wild open to pouch to see a mountain of the horrid smelling things. “Gotta get these back to Hestu sometime.” He casually stated, closing his pocket again.

“Buh-bye!” The Korok exclaimed, waving his small, rounded hand towards the two Hylians. Hyrule was not having this. He had spent two weeks searching for the little creatures, and when he does, he’s just supposed to say good-bye after minutes of meeting one? He reached out his arms and took the Korok up to his torso in one swift movement.

“I shall name him Peppers and he shall be mine!” Hyrule proclaimed loudly, much to Wild’s shock. He tried to wrangle the Korok out of Hyrule’s embrace, but the Korok spoke up.

“Actually, I’d love to be Mr. Hero’s friend!” It chirped, sinking into Hyrule’s green tunic. “Aw, see? He likes me!” Hyrule cuddled the Korok, adding a whiny tone to his words. Wild groaned, as he almost felt like Time, having to take care of someone like this.

“You’ll have to ask Time if we can keep it.” He sighed, poking the pointy nose of the leaf faced spirit. As if from nowhere, armored footsteps approached the two Hylians. “Keep what?” The firm voice spoke, making Wild jump for a moment.

“The Korok…?” Hyrule trailed off, still clutching the forest spirit. As the chain came into sight, some stood dumbstruck, whereas Wind’s eyes widened drastically. “Korok!?” The pirate pointed; mouth open wide as he bolted to Hyrule. “What in Din’s name is a Korok?” War groaned; his breath slightly hilted from jogging across the ranch.

“I’m not sure myself…but it definitely looks cute!” Time let slip a small remark of childish nature, a warm smile creeping up on his face. Legend soon ran up to his descendant and grabbed the Korok out of his hands.

“Where’s this little bugger from anyway?” He mumbled, turning the spirit face down to have a proper look at it. He furrowed his brow, then turned to Ravio, gestured to see if the rabbit hero had any clue about the creature. Ravio simply shrugged at him. “Hey! He isn’t some toy to be held like that!” Twilight shouted, scooping up the Korok from Legend’s hands. He held it carefully on his shoulder as one would a cat, as the Korok began playing with Twilight’s hair.

“I’m the best at dealing with animals here. I say we keep it,” Twilight nodded as the Korok’s hands started folding braids into his hair. “Peppers.” Hyrule quickly added, placing a hand on the little Korok’s back. “What’s this about p-peppers?!” Four almost leapt out of his skin after hearing “peppers”. Wild simply laughed and wrapped an arm around him.

“His name is Peppers!” Hyrule said once again, a smile dawning on his face. “Why peppers, though?” Four protested, his disdain for the food clear as day. Wind coughed a bit, trying to hold in a laugh. Sky gave him a light pat on the head and shook his head, mouthing “don’t”.

“Well, I think it’s a great name! Did…Did Wild pick it out?” Sky laughed wistfully, trying to discourage Wind from making fun of Four. “Nope, completely ‘Rule’s idea.” Wild answered, causing Four to instead eye Hyrule suspiciously. Legend folded his arms and let out a huff as Ravio giggled behind him. “Perhaps he’d be interested in renting?” Legend twisted around as Ravio flatly suggested.

“No one in their right mind would be interested in renting, Ravio.” He scoffed, turning back to face the rest of the chain. “I, personally, don’t want it. What if it steals our items and flees in the night?” War accused, pointing a finger towards the creature. A paranoid Warriors, Time couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, the Korok’s come from the Lost Woods. They’re the children of the Great Deku Tree, so I’d doubt they’d do that.” Wild explained, peaking the attention of Time. If the Korok’s were from the Lost Woods, he would have seen some by now, wouldn’t he? Or maybe they only showed up far after his era…

“Wait! You’ve met the Great Deku Tree too?!” Wind’s small figure jumped up, tugging on Wild’s tunic. Twilight eyed the older hero for a moment, he seemed…off. Korok still in arms, he strode up to Time and placed his free hand on his shoulder. “You alright, dad?” Time snapped out of his state of thought and quickly waved it off.

“I’m fine, just…glad that the Deku Tree still exists to them, I guess.” Time replied wistfully, his gaze trailing to the two blue-clad heroes, sharing their experiences with the ancient talking tree. “He was the…closest thing I had to a father.” His next comment caught Twili completely off guard. Does that mean he was related to a tree?

“Wait, your dad was a tree?! Are you joking?” Twilight exclaimed a bit too loudly, catching the attention of Four and Sky, who had been watching the unfolding chaos. Sky’s eyes widened immensely, full of curiosity as he quickly trotted over.

“Time’s father? A tree? My, that must be an interesting story!” Sky clasped his hands together in delight, eager to learn more about the mysterious Time.

“No, the Deku Tree was the closest thing to a father I ever had. I am not part tree.” Time had to hold back a snicker as he clarified that he was not of leafy descent. “I doubt that. Your hair is a very light shade of green.” Four pointed out, raising a hand to his chin in deep thought.

“I think that colour’s called yellow, dumbass.” Wind called from where he stood. Sky growled for a moment then proceeded to shout back: “Watch your language!”

For the rest of the evening, the chain shouted and argued, but settled on to keeping the Korok, naming it Peppers, much to Four’s disgust.

@bokettochild I hope you don't mind I borrowed Ravio's nicknames for everyone :)

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[lord-westley]

Hi hun, I don't know if your requests are open right now, but I could really use some sort of comfort Imagine right now and I was hoping I could come and ask you. It doesn't even have to be a full set of Headcanons, just a short blurb about some Characters will do if that's fine with you.

I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, and I keep imagining the Fellowship taking care of me, so I thought I'd ask for an Imagine about that. I have a really weird condition where my right leg is physically longer than my left, which causes really intense pain in my hip and leg and also difficulty walking, so I've been really struggling with that lately. There's also the chronic fatigue from my sleep apnea, I'm absolutely covered in bruises that I don't remember getting, the classic anxiety and depression and executive dysfunction.. it's just been a difficult week tbh.

I'd appreciate any kind words right now. Thanks for being so kind and supportive to me, it means more than you could ever know. I hope it's alright that I ask this of you. Godspeed, hun 💕

Comfort HC’s

Platonic!Fellowship x Reader

Post LOTR; Comfort

Warnings: Mentions chronic pain, anxiety, depression, PTSD

A/N: Hello Ro! I’m sorry this took a while, I hope the pain eases soon and that these headcanons help. If you ever need to talk, my DM's are open anytime!

You’ve known the Fellowship ever since you were a little girl. You met them when your parents sent you off to Imladris to seek the aid of Lord Elrond, one of the greatest healers in Middle-Earth. For you had an unusual physical condition, where your right leg grew longer than your left. It made walking difficult and a burning pain to spiderweb from your hip down.

Lord Elrond tried everything he could in his power to help you, and yet there was little he could do except ease the pain. No amount of magic can prevent physical growth.

The tears that welled up in your eyes that day pained him more than any wound can. A child, barely twelve years old, experiencing such excruciating pain right in front of him, and yet he can’t do anything about it. And from that moment on, he promised to you that he’d do anything he can to help you, and care for you.

So with the permission of your worried parents, Lord Elrond gave you an offer to stay in Imladris for as long as you wish. To heal and receive the care you need. Which you kindly accepted.

For years up to adulthood, you lived in Imladris; drinking Athleas tea every morning and night for the pain and sleep apnea. While it wasn’t a cure, it helped make life much more bearable. Allowing you to enjoy certain activities and walk around with only half the pain.

During those years you became great friends with the Fellowship. For they travelled often to Imladris to visit and rest between trips. They became your family, always joking and telling stories of their travels; teaching you new tricks and how to defend yourself. And in return you’d tell them stories of the elves around you. How the Ellon in the smithy loves to tease the Elleth in the bakery. Or how the children would braid flower crowns for you.

The boys know of your difficulties with your leg and illnesses. They’re constantly worried for you; asking how you are, helping when the pain begins to spike and holding you when you begin to cry. Everytime it starts getting bad again, they tell you it's okay to feel weak and to cry. That you don’t have to be strong all the time.

Aragorn

Aragorn is surprisingly soft despite his tough exterior

He believes that crying and venting about your frustrations is the most healthy way to deal

So on days you are having a rough time he’ll sit down with you in his lap, holding you tightly into his chest. One arm around your body and one hand in your hair

Aragorn will let you cry and yell into him, all while pressing small kisses into your hair

He’s not a very wordy person, so it’s not often he will whisper sweet things, but when he does. It’s always so soft and helps relax you

“Deep breaths Hun, It’ll be okay”

Legolas

A soft baby- an absolute angel when it comes to comforting you

Legolas is very big on grounding yourself and staying focused on your surroundings

So when he notices you’re beginning to have a rough time, nearing a panic attack, He preps a cup of Athleas tea and brings you to a private area

He’ll have you sit between his legs, and his arms gently wrapped around you torso

Legolas will have you ground yourself by telling him 3 things you smell, feel, hear and see

“Close your eyes, little one and listen… Listen to the birds sing”

As you begin to relax, he whispers praises, proud of how strong you are

“You’re doing so well, I’m proud of you”

Boromir

I love this man oml

If you’re bedridden due to the pain he’d 100% do whatever you ask of him

Need more pillows? Steals them from every. Single. Bedroom.

“Boro- holy crap how many did you take!?”

“Uh.. all?”

There is now a national shortage of pillows

Need more warmth? Will make a nest of blankets and wrap you up in his cloak

Comfort?? CUDDLES FOR DAYS

Boromir is there for you every step of the way

If you start crying, He might cry with you- absolutely hates seeing you in such pain

“I’m sorry- Im so sorry Darling. I wish there was more I could do for you”

Gimli

In true Gimli fashion, when he notices your anxiety he 100% wants to fight whoever triggered it

He gets a bit aggressive in the beginning, insisting to fist fight your problems away

but when you tell him that it’s something that can't be fought off, that its a constant thing, he calms down and just

“Oh”

“Oh oh wait Im so sorry”

Cue soft Gimli

Will rub your back affectionately while speaking softly

Asking if there is anything he could do to help

Another babe who will do anything you ask of him

If the panic attack happens in public, Gimli will bring you somewhere more private

He’ll shield you with his body from the eyes of the public and glare at anyone who dares stare

Not very good with soft comfort but if you ever need to feel safe and protected go to him

“Dont worry Lassie” (head pats) “I’ll protect you, You’re safe now”

Frodo

Sweet darling baby angel bean

He completely understands your anxieties and pain

Frodo did carry the one ring across middle earth after all

He absolutely has PTSD from it, so there have been many times the two of you would stay up late together when you can’t sleep, drinking tea

You find comfort in the fact that he’s quite similar to you, and vice versa

Most often, you guys will talk about what's going on and comfort each other

On the nights the two of you don’t wish to talk, Frodo will read stories to you

His voice is so soft and comforting, It never fails to lull you to sleep

“None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window” He reads aloud, peaking up at you and notices the way your lips part, a soft snore emitting. He hums, “Goodnight Y/N, sleep well”

Sam

This hobbit is such a softie

He understands that with mental disorders, you may forget to eat or care for yourself

So he always watches you, making sure you’re eating and you aren’t

Oh boy

Will cook your favorite meals and make you sit with him to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner

“Ah, I hope you enjoy the meal. I made your favorite!”

“Thank you, Sam..”

Ensuring you drink your water

Or if you don’t like plain water, make some tea. Anything really to make sure you get your fluids

As a gardener, Sam is busy quite often, tending to, well, gardens

He’ll set up a picnic nearby for you with finger sandwiches, drinks, and fruit that way you had company and can relax fully in the peacefulness of nature

Definitely will give you a bouquet of flowers at the end of the day

“I picked these for you Y/N!”

Merry and Pippin

Okay so these two are together cause well. They’re always together

Except that one scene

Absolute kings of distraction when you’re feeling depressed

You might want to just sleep it off- but we all know that never really helps

They’ll make so many jokes and sing and dance around just to make you laugh

Which often leads to them singing even louder and cruder, annoying every elf in the area

“Lucky Annie was a lady who’d been pleased by many men- They all would sail away but then they’d come right back again”

Yes they sing sea shanties

Oops

On days that you don’t have the energy to deal with such shenanigans, they’ll tone it down

The three of you will often be found in the field during these days, Tossing a ball back n forth

Or giggling amongst yourself, gossiping about the rest of the fellowship

“I don’t know Merry, Gandalf is kinda hot in an old man way”

“Pippin what the hell”

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