#Bailey Writes

[baileys-writing-desk]

The Afternoon Sun

Four was gravely injured in a monster attack, and it took everything Hyrule had to save him. Two days on, the smithy finally learns of the strange place he’s ended up in: Faron’s basin.

(This is concurrent with The Morning Sun, but it can be read on its own)

AO3

In Four’s brief moments of wakefulness, a strange blue creature towers over him…and there’s water all around…he’s in water. Why?

“Don’t worry, Link. You’re safe…”

He has no choice anyway, the smithy remembers as he floats in and out. He can’t leave…he doesn’t know what’s going on. Briefly he is met with the blurry face of the veteran standing in front of him, but even that doesn’t last long as his eyes slowly slip closed again.

“Four…”

“No- don’t fall asleep…yet…”

The next time he stirs, his body is still overcome with weakness, but he has gained just enough awareness to truly think, of what in Hylia’s name could have happened for him to end up here. He whines as his mind draws a blank.

Then a voice sounds from above.

“Ah! Back again, little Link. You with me, boy?”

Four slowly peels his eyes open. The familiar-looking giant blue creature from earlier- or at least a blurry distortion of it- peers down at him from above. He’s still partially submerged in water, with dark walls curving up over him in a circular shape.

Where…exactly am I?

What is that thing??

He grunts, trying and failing to blink the blurriness out of his vision. His body is still incredibly drained…although he must have been asleep for quite a while. The water drips and ripples slightly around him, as the creature extends her arm forward and dips what looks to be two fingers in. Testing the waters, he presumes. But why? Why is he in water?

Must not be regular water.

“Still warm enough…” it mutters, raising its arm back up. “Boy, please speak if you can hear me, will you? It does no good talking to myself.”

…But what kind of water is this?

Four hesitates. The creature wants him to speak; he must not leave it waiting.

“Wh- who are you…?” he croaks, voice incredibly dry. He tries to clear his throat but simply coughs instead. Damn…All this water around yet his mouth still feels like a desert.

“Ah, I suppose I have yet to introduce myself. Now that you seem coherent enough, I shall.” The creature’s blurry face begins to focus a little, showing dark eyes and purplish lips against the pale blue. Two long string-like antennae wave around the sides of her head. “I am Lady Faron, the Water Dragon and warden of the woods. You, young boy, are in my hall within the lake. Now don’t worry, you’re safe here with me.”

Faron…He’s heard that name before. But where…?

The smithy frowns, raising a hand out of the water to touch his forehead. “…And why am I-“

“In my basin, you ask?” Faron chuckles. “That one’s easy. It’s to heal you. In case you don’t remember, you were gravely injured.”

…Oh.

A faint memory drifts in, of his inability to parry a monster’s sharp blade. I was stabbed.

“I…I do.” Four groans, eyebrow furrowing as he starts to make out more of Faron’s features. “You…saved me?”

“Now, boy, don’t give me all the credit here. Another of your companions used all his magic to close your wounds. That is what saved you. But you were still far too weak….” She pauses. “The water you are lying in is my sacred water, which acts as a healing bath.”

Another of your companions…

Hyrule. It had to be Hyrule.

He drops his hand back into the water, noticing the tingling effects of the dragon’s magical substance.

“So tell me, little Link…how do you feel?”

“I’m…” The questions swim through his head. Where’s Rulie? Why does Faron sound so familiar? “…I’ve been better, just so tired…”

Is Rulie okay?

“Are you in any pain?”

Slowly and gently, he shakes his head, being mindful of the dull ache. “Where’s…Hyrule?”

“Oh, him? He’s resting with the Thunder Dragon in his domain. Don’t worry, he’s in very good hands. Lanayru’s grown quite attached to that boy.”

…Lanayru?

This must be Sky’s era, he realizes.

And something comes to mind about three guardian dragons…Lanayru, Eldin?…and Faron. Of course. Water Dragon. He blames his muddled brain for not putting the pieces together earlier.

“Is…anyone else here?” he manages. “…Legend?” Yes. The vet was here, right?

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow.” Faron frowns, glancing around the rest of the hall which Four cannot see from the basin. “It’s only you and me. Well…and my Kikwis.”

Your- what??

A small splash comes from his right. Slowly the confused smithy turns his head, as far as he can without dipping his face in the water. Something is there next to him. Something like…a very weird-looking- what?? It stares at him with cute eyes and chuckles, opening its bird-like beak slightly.

“Wh-“ Four startles. “-what the hell is that thing??”

Faron only laughs. “Ah, little Link, I assume it’s your first Kikwi encounter. Now don’t worry, he won’t harm you. If he does, boy, tell me and he’s dinner!”

He coughs from the effort of raising his voice, gazing at the little Kikwi playing in the shallow water. What even are those??

And what was that about dinner?

“No…I won’t eat that…whatever it is.” Four mutters, turning his head back to face Faron.

“Oh, you wouldn’t be eating him!” The Water Dragon grins mischievously. “I will.”

Suddenly it all clicks.

It’s her. Faron. That bitchy dragon who eats things smaller than her. And Four is quite a bit smaller—

Oh no.

This can’t be good.

Too weak to sit up fully, he flails his hands and attempts to scamper back, startling the poor Kikwi. “Nonono…” he squeaks out. “Donteatmedonteatmedonteatmedont-“

“Hey, relax!” Faron’s eyes widen. “Did I say I was going to eat you?”

“No, but…I’ve heard things-“

“Of course you have. My Link must have put that idea into your little head.” She scoffs. “Four, I won’t eat you. Take my word.”

The smithy takes a deep breath, laying back down into the water, exhausted from the energy he had just used. Beside him the Kikwi chortles.

“You promise?” he asks, almost in a whisper.

“On my life.”

Wow. She’s serious about this. He still doesn’t quite know if he can trust her…but it’s not like he has much of a choice. The walls of the basin are far too high for him to climb out, and she most likely wouldn’t let him leave in his condition.

He lets out a long sigh. “…Okay.”

I guess I’ll trust you.

“Well! I’m glad we got that sorted out.” The Water Dragon laughs, then pauses to think. “You’ve been in my hands for over a day, it would be a shame if we didn’t get along, now, wouldn’t it?”

Four slowly nods his head, feeling the sacred water continue to gradually lessen the ache. The Kikwi steps closer to him and taps his cheek.

“And me too! I’ve been by your side, kwee!”

Wait. Did that Kikwi just talk?!

He gasps in surprise, wide eyes staring at the small creature. “You…you can talk too??”

“Ah yes, they can.” Faron answers first. “I suppose that’s a detail I should have mentioned before.”

The Kikwi giggles. “Sorry to startle you, little Link. I’m Machi, kwee!”

Machi. What an interesting name.

“H-hi…Machi. It’s nice to meet you, um…” The smithy hesitates. “You can call me Four.”

“Like the number, I know! How peculiar. Where did that name come from, kwee?”

Oh Hylia…Four groans in displeasure. Now is not the best time to explain the whole story of the Four Sword and how he can split into four people, it's…Too much. Far too exhausting.

“Now Machi, don’t overwhelm him.” Faron’s voice, for once, relieves him. “He’s too weak for explaining, that can come later.”

Thank goodness.

“Oh…my apologies, kwee.” Machi’s eyes droop slightly, and Four briefly reaches out to pat its belly.

“It’s okay,” he mutters. The small Kikwi smiles before stepping back to glance up at Faron. Why do they say ‘kwee’ all the time?, he wonders. These little creatures are quite peculiar.

Four takes a deep breath, resting his eyes and letting his body relax once more. Normally he would be able to deal with all these new discoveries; he would be fascinated at Faron and the Kikwis and their ways of life. He would ask Faron why this basin is clearly made for her, and if she’s ever had to use it. He would leave the hall and take a swim for a while, studying the marine life in this unfamiliar region and telling Hyrule excitedly about his findings.

But he is far from strong enough…nowhere near his full self. That will all have to wait, too.

“Little Link, you still look quite drained.” Faron comments. Yep, sounds about right. “Perhaps I shall leave you some space. The more you rest, the quicker you will be healed, boy.”

He blinks his eyes back open, giving the Water Dragon a slight smile. “...Fair enough.”

“I’m sure Lanayru will come by soon. When you’re better, he can pick you up and take you back to your little friend…Hyrule.”

His heart flutters at her mention of the Traveler. Magic exhaustion, he remembers. Rulie has never been out for more than a couple days…he should be waking up soon, right? I hope he’s okay.

“How- how long will this take?” he mumbles. “...To heal, I mean.”

“I’ll be straight with you, Four, the wounds you sustained were severe. Your friend’s healing saved your life, but I estimate several more days before you can be up and around.”

Well, that’s just great. Looks like he won’t be leaving this basin anytime soon.

At least Faron and Machi are decent company. He’s heard scary stories about Faron and her threats to eat almost anything, but at this point she clearly won’t do it to him. The Kikwis, weird as they are, seem quite nice. And he can still hope for visits, from one of his brothers or Lanayru.

“...Okay,” he answers, nodding slowly. He can hear Machi playing in the water, still by his side, while Faron grins.

“You’re a strong hero, little Link,” she assures him. “I have faith in you. Now…I’ll be right back, boy. Please let yourself rest, and don’t go anywhere.”

Four chuckles at her comment. “I won’t, thanks.”

Unless someone comes to take him from the basin, he is most definitely not going anywhere.

He waits for her to disappear out of sight, listening to the sound of her diving underwater, before letting out a long sigh. The lingering tiredness is beginning to win over once again…

You’re safe now. You’re okay.

As he slowly drifts off, he pictures the day when he can finally reunite with Hyrule and the others.

#bailey writes #linked universe #lu four #faron the water dragon #skyward sword #sky’s era #machi the kikwi! #poor four he’s so freaked out he’s never seen a Kikwi ever #wait til he sees the Parella…haha #tw injury #(not graphic) #faron can be nice to people guys woooow #she basically calls all the younger links little link #lanayru and hyrule mentioned

[lanayru-the-water-god]

Living with secrets

While Lanayru’s physical strength has returned, Nerin soon finds out that her waterdrop has been keeping a secret of her own.

(Part 5 of the “All for the maiden” series)

Word count: 2683

The back doors to Lanayru’s palace glimmer in the light, their intricate white and gold pattern standing out against the sky-blue of the surrounding area. Nerin approaches, her heart racing with anticipation as she pictures her best friend’s smiling face. Lanayru had sent her today, supposedly to hang out like they always do. At last.

In the weeks since the Water Goddess’s awakening, Lanayru has kept her distance in order to catch up on all the days she missed. Although Nerin has understood why, she has lived through each day with an ache in her heart, longing to spend more time with Lanayru; they could sit and giggle together, playing with the new baby dragon, teasing Cordelia and the other Dwellers…just like it had been before.

The Swan Goddess stops in front of the doors, her brows furrowing with confusion. While there is usually a Dweller or two sitting outside to guard the place, today it is eerily silent. Nobody is here.

Taking a deep breath, she tries to open the right-hand door, only to find that it’s locked. Just as she raises her fist up to knock, a click sounds from the other side and the door pulls open.

She was waiting right here!

“Lanayru!” she shrieks with delight. “Oh, it’s so—“

The figure in the doorway frowns, her royal blue and purple hair taking Nerin aback.

That’s…not Lanayru.

“Oh…Cordelia.” She puts her hand back down to her side and smiles, trying to hide her disappointment. “I-I’m sorry, I thought—“

“It’s alright.” Dweller 2 chuckles, stepping aside to let Nerin in. “But there is something important I must discuss with you, before I let you see her.”

The Swan Goddess freezes, trying to peer down the hall. “Can’t that wait for just a bit? Where is she?”

“I can’t tell you yet. Lady Lanayru’s orders. Please, just follow me, and soon your questions shall be answered.”

Cordelia closes the door behind them, locking it in place, before leading a nervous Nerin down the elegant corridor. The Dweller’s colored hair stands out starkly against the rest of her figure, dressed in all black with a glimmering cape nearly touching the floor. Her heels click-clack against the tiles, as do Nerin’s, and the Swan Goddess marvels at the woman Lanayru created all those centuries ago.

She is truly beautiful.

But observing Lanayru’s creation brings her back to Lanayru, and her heart sinks again. A situation like this has never happened before, and she wonders if something has gone wrong. It must have, right? The Water Goddess wouldn’t shut herself out otherwise…

The two reach the sitting room, with its large intricate windows and flowy white curtains. Nerin checks around the room for Lanayru, only to find nobody there. Cordelia draws her attention to the low round table at the center of the room, where a piece of paper sits atop one end. It has writing on it. A letter.

“Is this for me?” Nerin asks, reaching out to take it.

“Indeed, this is from your waterdrop. I shall let you read it now…it might be difficult to do so.”

What does that mean?

With careful hands, the Swan Goddess holds up the paper, filled on both sides with unmistakable small, loopy writing. Lanayru’s writing.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she begins…

My darling Fea,

This is not an easy letter to write. I must inform you that I am not doing well. Although I may have regained my strength now, my emotional state has deteriorated. I have laid in my bed weeping, for you and for what I must have put you through. For I, too, have a secret. I have been hiding this from you since my head cleared enough to fully think, and I believe it’s time I let it out. While I would like to share this news with you face to face, I am too heavy with guilt to do so, and for that I hope you can forgive me.

You might still be thinking of how you’re gonna tell me, right? Or if you will at all. So let me make this easier, ok?

You don’t need to tell me, Nerin.

I know.

I always knew.

My words now may sting, I am aware you have wanted to keep this from me, and I am truly sorry. But I feel this is the only way. We are both dealing with heavy emotions and baggage to carry, mine from giving you such a traumatic experience, and yours from trying to keep me unaware of the truth. Don’t try to deny it, I see from your behavior how much you’ve been hurting, and each occurrence of this deals a heavy blow to my heart.

Again, my deepest apologies for keeping this to the written word. Now that I have explained this to you, I think we shall finally talk it out. Only then will I begin to heal.

I am outside, on the terrace by the right-hand side of the room. Please come, little one.

Much love,

Lana

The letter slips out of the Swan Goddess’s hands, and she freezes in place, unable to move. Lanayru still knew she still fucking knew oh my gods she knew this whole time-

“You okay, Lady Nerin?”

Startled, she whips around to face the blue-haired Dweller, still standing behind her.

“Oh, Cordelia, I’m sorry-“

“She’s over there.” Cordelia points to a large set of glass doors, her black and silver bracelets jingling. “Go to her, she’s been upset for quite some time.”

Through the glass and out onto the elegant patio, a familiar figure catches Nerin’s eye: the back of a short blonde bob with two pointy ears sticking out, the long flowy skirts in baby blue, droplet-shaped earrings glistening in the light…

“Lanayru!!” The Swan Goddess bolts for the door without thought, letting her dainty legs take her, and leaving Cordelia inside. With quick fingers she swings the door open and steps outside, closing it behind her.

The Water Goddess sits at the edge of a small spring, on a smooth round border functioning as a bench. She doesn’t turn her head, just stares out into the beautiful views of her domain, hands clasped in her lap. Does she know I’m here? Did she hear me?

“Lanayru?” Nerin calls out tentatively, approaching where her best friend is seated. At the sound of her name, the Water Goddess finally turns to look.

“…You came,” she breathes, relief filling her blue eyes and tender face. “I…I didn’t know if you would be mad at me.”

“Mad?? Why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t tell you that I knew.” Lanayru gently taps the spot next to her. “Here, why don’t you sit down?”

Nerin obeys, tucking her skirts back slightly before taking a seat next to her friend. The slight breeze produces a soft jingling sound, from the silver and white jewelry dangling from her dress and four sets of earrings.

“You knew…this whole time? H-how did you figure it out? Did you—“ She pauses in thought, her mind flashing back to the moment of Lanayru’s first awakening. “Do you remember that day?”

“…What day?”

“When you first woke up from recharging.”

“No…? I mean, I remember waking up, at some point, and then…” Lanayru’s brow furrows. “I don’t think you were there, though…just Cordelia. She told me I was fading in and out for a while, and…after that it gets a bit fuzzy, sorry.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Nerin smiles slightly. “I just wanted to make sure…I know I’ve asked you that before and you said no, but…”

“You think I would lie to you?”

“No, of course not! It’s just that…” A weak, half-conscious Lanayru comes to her mind as she trails off, bringing a pang to her chest.

“What?” the Water Goddess asks. “What happened?”

Might as well tell her now.

“Well…” Nerin starts, a sigh escaping her lips. “You figured it out. Right then and there. I didn’t think you would, you were barely conscious and so disoriented, but—I told you too much, I gave myself away.” The solemn, guilt-stricken look on Lanayru’s face is enough to break her heart. “For thirty-five days I thought about how to tell you the story, with the hopes that you would never have to know, and since you haven’t brought it up again I thought—“

“I’m so sorry…” Lanayru touches a ringed hand to one of Nerin’s own, gazing into her eyes. “Guess I figured it out more than once, then. But when I heard your story, the one I remember…I saved Ivory, and then you came to carry me back to my domain, devastated to see me lying passed out on the ground. When I started to gain more awareness I realized that this story wasn’t adding up, little one. Why wouldn’t you have been there when your maiden was dying? In your spring of all places? The others wouldn’t have waited to call you until she was unconscious, right? And why would I be out there with her and not you? I’m never in your spring by myself…it all just sounded like one big cover-up to hide something else that troubled you. So to make it 100 percent certain, I recently brought my concerns to Cordelia. She confirmed it.”

Damn it.

DAMN IT!

Why did I tell all the Dwellers??

“….Oh, Lana…” she replies, as the Water Goddess moves her hand to fidget with a fold of her skirt. “I really didn’t want you to know. That’s why I never told you, because all this guilt you’re feeling- I was certain this would be your reaction.”

Lanayru stays silent, glancing down at her lap and letting out a deep exhale. For a second the only sound is the soft ripples of spring water, and the quiet chirping of distant bluebirds.

“My darling…I never wanted you to go through this, little one,” she speaks eventually, without looking up. “And none of this would have happened in the first place if I hadn't…you know…”

“Lanayru. No.” Nerin scolds. “Please don’t blame yourself! Do you know what would have happened had you not done anything?”

The Water Goddess nods her head slowly. “…Yeah, of course I do.”

“So you did a good thing, waterdrop, trust me. You saved someone’s life. Yes, what I had to witness was heartbreaking, but I’ll live. It’s much better than the alternative.”

She cringes as she speaks the last few words. No, don’t think about it. That didn’t happen. But she can’t help but picture if Ivory had been the one to die, not Lanayru…

“Little one…tell me.” Finally, Lanayru meets her gaze, tears running down her pale face. “What was that like?”

Nerin’s heart sinks in her chest, as she lets out a sigh.

“If you must know, it was the most painful thing I’ve ever had to…” She trails off. “Sorry, that’s not helping you at all—“

“No, go on. Please, tell me the truth.”

“…Okay,” she continues. “Well, you know how I told you that Ivory wasn’t awake to see you fall?” Taking in a breath, she hesitates. “The thing is, uh…she was. I lied to you, waterdrop. She was awake and very much lucid, and I wanted her to think you simply passed out. So after you went limp I buried my head into your chest so she wouldn’t see, and oh gods, I knew what to expect, but you weren’t breathing, you had no heartbeat, it was all just fucking silent, and I stayed there forever, minutes, hours, who knows how long it was…and Ivory tried to touch you but I shooed her away…it was haunting to not hear the beating of your heart because I knew you would come back but you were also gone, Lanayru, you were fucking dead—“

Burying her face into her hands, Nerin chokes out a sob. The memories she had been holding in are now free, giving her a tiny sense of relief, but now it’s almost as if she’s back in her spring, her head on top of Lanayru’s unmoving chest to shield the truth from her maiden…and she wants to forget this but she can’t, she can’t—

“…Fea?”

Slowly she lifts her head, at the sound of her precious nickname, to face her friend’s worried gaze.

“Oh, little one, I’m so sorry I asked…”

“Don’t apologize, please. You said we need to talk this out…I shouldn’t keep it inside any longer.”

“Well…” The Water Goddess sniffles, wiping a tear with her hand. “Is there…anything else?”

“I, uh…I do have one question,” Nerin’s own tears spill down her face as she watches her friend’s gloomy expression. “How-how long does that last? Before the resurrection?”

“Nobody knows exactly, my darling…but from our estimates, I would say up to two minutes.”

“…Two minutes??”

All of the pain, the waiting, the torture of silence…it was only two minutes?

“Yeah…that’s it, little one. I simply can’t fathom how long that must have felt for you, I mean—“

“Too long,” Nerin breathes. “It was too fucking long.”

Lanayru breaks eye contact with her friend, leaving the pair in silence briefly, before finally opening her mouth to speak again.

“…Rin, I am so sorry…beyond what words can say, I—I’m the reason you had to suffer like this, my stupid Healing Grace that wasn’t made for saving others, curse me! If only I was born with a power that didn’t fucking kill me every time I saved someone, I—“ Lanayru holds her hands out and weeps, stamping her foot onto the tiles in frustration and anger. “Whatever I do, I try to-to give one person…a second chance but I just end up hurting another! I’m never enough, I-“ She chokes on her own tears, letting out what must have been clawing through her since she discovered the truth. “I will…never be enough—“

Too heartbroken to respond, Nerin wraps an arm around Lanayru, bringing her in closer, and the Water Goddess rests her head on her friend’s fluffy feather shawl.

“I can’t forgive myself,” she continues, “I—I gave you…a traumatic experience… and now—now you still wanna be friends with the one who failed you.”

“Woah woah woah, Ru, stop,” Nerin interjects. “What makes you think you failed me?? That couldn’t be farther from the truth, waterdrop, you know that. You did everything you could to make sure my maiden wouldn’t leave me.”

“Y-yeah, I just…I wish I could save someone…without losing myself.” Lanayru sniffles, her tears running onto the shawl, and Nerin only squeezes her tighter. “I don’t wanna lose myself. All that does is hurt you.”

“I know, sweetie…oh, I wish I could change that for you…I don’t wanna lose you either. But you come back, right? You always do…and we get through it, we come back stronger. So we can get through this too, alright?”

Nerin gently runs a hand through Lanayru’s soft hair, feeling the silky strands between her fingers. The last few weeks have been draining, and she can only imagine how painful it’s all been for her friend. Pain that will take time to fully heal from.

Lanayru sighs. “…Alright.”

“Good, my darling. You will always be enough, remember that. Your Healing Grace may be less than perfect, but you’re still beautiful, kind, selfless…You’re still my Lanayru.”

“Aww…that’s so sweet…” The Water Goddess slowly lifts her head to look her companion in the eye. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Please, waterdrop…there is nothing wrong with you, ok? You have the most compassionate heart of anyone I know, and you never want any of us to suffer. I’m proud of you for telling me the truth, Ru.”

“Well…I can’t go through this alone,” Lanayru replies, wiping a tear with her sleeve. “Thank you, Fea. I really owe you one.”

Nerin smiles at her friend’s words of gratitude, even knowing that a repayment is never necessary. Just having her friend here, alive and breathing, with her full strength returned, is all she needs.

Because together, they can finally take their first steps on the long road to healing.

#the goddess lanayru #bailey writes #nerin the swan goddess (by the amazing trippy!) #ivory the swan maiden (also by trippy) #<< mentioned #holy shit this is loooong #and i hope the way it ended makes sense lol they do get a hug too :)

[jayankles]

Dating Jensen and finally landing your first big role

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: You and Jensen go on a date. A phone call interrupts your evening.

You’re on a date for, what feels like, the first time in forever.

He’s a complete gentleman, pulling your seat out and kissing the top of your head and it makes you melt into his touch.

He knows exactly what you’re going to order. 

You look at the menu for 5 minutes before you get the same thing you always do.

Jensen teases you when you get sauce on your nose.

You threaten to take his dessert away and he pulls out his bottom lip.

That fucker knows what he’s doing.

Your phone rings in your clutch purse and you huff, your moment ruined.

“I’m sorry, Jay.”

“Take it. Might be important.”

You would have turned your phone off but you looked at the caller ID. “It’s Lorraine, you mind if I take this?”

“Go ahead. I’m not going anywhere. Maybe your pasta will.”

“Have the rest. I’m just going to eat your dessert.”

When you return, you aren’t as giddy as when you left. Your face is a little deflated.

“How’d it go?”

Tears spring to your eyes.

Jensen expects the worst from your reaction but when you’re seated, you reveal that you’ve finally got your big break. You’re way too happy to even squeal. All you can do is let the tears fall because you had worked so hard just to get any role and you received the female lead role in a movie that was set to be a success.

Jensen had never been prouder of you and your efforts to get this role.  He had always believed in you and he knew the best was still to come.

#headcanon #request #jensen headcanon #jensen ackles headcanon #jensen fluff #jensen x reader fluff #jensen ackles x reader #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x reader fluff #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes

[baileyondemand]

His shadow looked like a songbird, which was completely unreasonable. Then again, he was a ghost, which was even more unreasonable. He glared at his shadow for a moment longer, then turned to inspect his afterlife. His afterlife looked remarkably like an A-Corp warehouse. Maybe this was where he died? (Another unreasonable thing: he couldn’t remember how he’d died.) There was no body around, though, and A-Corp was notorious for not cleaning up their kills. They claimed forgetfulness, but Songbird knew it was a warning. (Songbird? His name wasn’t Songbird. It was… well. Songbird was good enough for now.) He didn’t know what he had done to get on A-Corp’s bad side, but it didn’t take much. and he wasn’t exactly well-behaved in life. (He didn’t know that a moment ago, but he knew it now. Strange.) Songbird drifted to the exit, but found himself unable to leave. Of course. He wasn’t merely inhabiting this warehouse, but haunting it. Dejected, he sunk to the floor. Then he sunk through it, because ghosting was difficult to get a handle on. The bird dived gracefully as he fell. It stopped on the head of a man at a desk, sleeping in front of a computer. The screen read “Attempt 771: failed” in desolate red. In front of the man’s desk was a wall of glass. Behind the glass was another body, crumpled and broken. The desk man’s lab coat fluttered in time with Songbird’s as he floated past. The body had been drained, emptied of blood. This must be him, Songbird decided. After all, the only other option was the man outside, and Songbird would never do something like this. His shadow flexed its talons, silently opening its hooked beak. He wondered what kind of bird it was. He had never seen any while he was alive. The ghost with a hawk for a shadow hummed a song as he left the room, investigating his old laboratory.

#Bailey writes #writing #my writing #original writing #no fandom #prompts: sci fi-song-shadow-ghost-looked like #Originally written in notebook one #Time spent: 18 minutes

[golden-lyre-fairy]

A message from Bailey

Here’s a little writing for you :)

This is when Isabelle learns that her fourth form will awaken in time for the group to defeat Lord Fuckboi.

Healing Astrin was exhausting. Isabelle had almost reached her limit, the fairy magic pouring out onto each of his five arrow wounds. And so when they finally arrive back at the cabin, and Astrin fades into sweet unconsciousness, Isabelle does the same.

At first it’s a sea of black emptiness. A dreamless, healing slumber as her magic begins to replenish.

But then a white light overcomes her…and she finds herself standing on a pure white platform. All she can see is white, in every direction she looks…This is familiar to her. The last time she had been here was when…

Yes. When her third form awakened.

Isabelle, my dear fey. It is time.

The voice echoes into the fairy’s ears, and she glances around for its source.

A much larger fairy, an almost god-like creature, comes into the white void, with pale skin and a long white dress…their form is almost like a spirit. And Isabelle finally remembers…it had been years since their last meeting. She had forgotten their name.

You can see me, good. Now…listen carefully to what I have to say.

Miss Daisy, you have seen your hands glow a bright pastel pink…three times, is that correct?

“Yes…” she replies quietly, nodding her head.

The first time was just your hands, then it spread to your elbows, and then up to your shoulders and your fingernails sprouted fresh claws. Is this correct?

“Yes.”

Very well. I shall be the one to tell you, my dearest one, that your fourth form is indeed awakening. You have predicted correctly. The next time you begin to glow, you will undergo your full transformation.

Here, close your eyes and allow me to show you the beautiful form you will soon possess.

Isabelle obeys, as she takes a deep breath…and a wave of cool magic washes over her. She begins to fade away, into the world the spirit had created…

The blue sky stretches out far and wide…her platform now stands in the open air, with a cool breeze blowing on her pink dress and brunette locks.

A creature emerges from the clouds, and Isabelle’s jaw drops in disbelief.

It is light pink, with a long snake-like body covered in sparkly scales, and several sets of claws pushing it through the air. Its large mouth opens, and a white glittery cloud shoots out into the sky before eventually dissipating. Its eyes glow as it stares at her, irises a bright, darker pink and pupils jet-black. The horns on its back shine brightly…almost too bright…and its long flowy hair, white as snow, dances with the breeze.

A dragon.

She opens her mouth to speak, reaching out in an attempt to touch the dragon’s body, but soon the image begins to disappear, turning to black, and her eyes grow heavy.

Come back, my dear fey.

When she opens them again, her platform is back in the white abyss, with the spirit once again standing in front of her with a smile.

Very well now. Miss Daisy, now that you have seen your fourth form, allow me to deliver one more piece of information…

You are set out on a quest to defeat Lord Whitmarrow, is that correct?

“Yeah…but we call him…”

I know the profanity you use, Miss Daisy. You may not use it on me, your point is clear enough. Now, you have wondered if this form will be able to assist in time to defeat him, or if you will fail to protect your friends, disappearing into the shadows…

Oh, don’t worry, dearest one, it’s the former.

When the group of you sets out to take the life of the evil force that has threatened you all, your hands will begin to glow again. It will spread not just to your shoulders this time, but your whole body. Your hands will turn to claws. And in order to complete the transformation, you must use your own will. Place your claws together and close your eyes, just like you do to move from fairy to human. In a few seconds you will rise up into the air, growing and growing until you have become the dragon you saw moments ago.

But there is one condition…You can only enter this form from your second one, a human. So when you all set out on your mission…you have to transform accordingly. If you remain a fairy, none of this will work. You got it, Miss Daisy?”

Isabelle nods her head. “Yeah…”

Good. Now…I have one last thing to go over with you. If you want to turn back…from a dragon to a human. This works differently than you’re used to. See, your claws will have sharp nails on them, that you can shoot off at your own will. Do so. When your eyes are open, they can be used as an attack method for your strong foe. But when your eyes are closed…it will find a way to touch the ground safely.

As soon as the nail hits the ground, you will feel it in your body. A unique sensation. Blow out a cloud like you saw before…and in about twenty seconds you will be a human again. The nail will be lying on the ground in front of you. Pick it up, and what you do with it is your choice. Collect them. Give them to your friends. You will gain this new souvenir once for each time you transform.

Isabelle stares at the spirit with wide eyes, unable to form words…

My dearest one, I believe our time is up. I have given you all the information you need…the rest will come from your own exploration.

Soon you will wake up back where you were before. You may not remember this encounter right away, but promise me…soon you will. You can count on me.

“Are…you sure?” the fairy asks, her tiny voice almost a whisper. “Will I ever see you again?”

I am positive, Miss Daisy. We will meet again when it is time for your fifth and final form to awaken…in about ten years’ time.

It was a pleasure seeing you tonight. You have grown so much…Now we must part ways.

Goodbye, Isabelle…

Her eyes grow heavy once more, and as she closes them she can feel herself drifting…away from the sea of white…and everything returns to black. A dreamless, healing slumber.

#isabelle daisy #bailey writes #now she knows!!

[baileyboo2016]

GULLIVERS BIRTHDAY IS IN 10 DAYS?????

#i haven’t finished the fic yet and o still need to do art #totk is taking up my time rn lollll #but i’m still doing it don’t worry #cuz i love gulliver #also he’s gonna cry in this fic #but he’s not sad it’s tears of joy #acnh gulliver #bailey writes #bailey is obsessed with gulliver (obviously)

[feral-ballad]

Caitlin Bailey, from Solve for Desire: Poems; “Pigeons”

[Text ID: “The most brilliant part of / you exists to haunt me:”]

#caitlin bailey #memory #haunting #rememberance #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

[dizscreams]

jack champion x reader in behind the scenes of avatar where they're always seen asleep on each others shoulders?

THIS IS SO CUTE AAA

Good Days — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion X gn!reader

SUMMARY: in Jamie’s little YouTube documentary he took of behind the scenes for Avatar you and Jack are always asleep on each others shoulders.

A/N: im going through my requests and doing my best to zoom through them also trying to get inspo for the new Jack fic 😛🫶 Hope you enjoy, my loves! ALSO THIS WILL BE TOTALLY INACCURATE idk what actors do when they aren’t filming I tried watching interviews to get info but they gave me nothing so this is the best I can do </3

this reminded me of good days by SZA 🥹

Since Avatar 2 came out in December a few behind the scenes clips have been released. The most popular one being Jamie’s documentary he made on YouTube. It was so cute it brought you to tears the first time you saw it, all the happy memories of filming overwhelmed you in the best way possible.

Before watching it you didn’t realize how you and Jack were almost always around each other. Specifically you guys were always asleep on each other. Your smile got even brighter as you watched a clip of you and Jack when you were younger resting before you guys had to film. You were both sitting in your trailer and still had the dots on your face and the performance capture suits on and your hair was still up. You could hear Jamie and Bailey laughing in the background as the went into they trailer and filmed you both.

Jamie and Bailey walked in the trailer, camera in hand, “Y/N can i get an interview with-“ he cut himself off when he saw you and Jack asleep. You were sitting on the small couch with your head on his shoulder. Bailey awwed at the two of you while Jamie boo’d and that made Bailey nudge him before they both walked out, playfully bickering with each other.

You kept watching the video and the second time you saw you and Jack asleep was in the car. It was taken at least a year later. The younger cast decided to go to the beach for a break and you two were asleep in the car. This time he had fallen asleep against you. Jamie was filming Trinity talking and she pointed out you and Jack.

“Look they’re asleep!”, she whisper yelled. “Oh, when are they not?” Jamie responded before turning the camera to you both. You were against the window and Jacks head was on yours, because of the height difference. “They look so peaceful.” Bailey quietly laughed before Trinity got bored and bugged her to play something with her.

You grinned as you watched different clips of you and your cast mates. Premieres, hang outs, dinners, little interviews. You were really glad Jamie put this together. There was a clip of Jack giving you a piggy back ride while Trinity chased you two around. You listened to what Bailey, Filip, and Jamie had to say about the whole process while clips of you and your cast mates having fun played in the background.

Near the end of the video there was a third clip of you and Jack asleep. You truly didn’t know that it was a thing between the two of you before watching this video, but it was special. In the third clip it was when you guys were a little older, at least 15-16 and you were in a hotel lobby. Bailey had the camera this time.

The camera was pointed at the two of you, “And here we have the two lovebirds!” She then pointed it back to herself. “I wonder how many shots Jamie has taken of them asleep. How many do you think, Trinity?” Bailey pointed the camera towards Trinity, who was next to her. She put her finger on her chin, pretending to think. “At least 10.” “10? I think it might be a few more but I’m not sure how many he’ll use.” Bailey flipped it to you both again while her and Trinity made bets. Your head was on his shoulder and your hands were intertwined.

The video ended and you closed your computer and smiled to yourself as you looked to see Jack asleep next to you.

THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND NOT PROOF READ!!

tags: @ashlesys-blog @dizzyscreams @beary-rambles @ang3lik

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #spider socorro #spider soccoro x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jamie flatters #bailey bass #avatar the way of water #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫

[leafspiritz]

temults ⚡️

#some headcanons abt imogen and liliana #their similarities and differences etc #before they’re hopefully reunited on the moon #the essays i could write about them #mother the car is here somebody leave the light on etc etc #anyway #imogen temult #liliana temult #critical role #cr #critical role fanart #bells hells #campaign 3 #cr fanart #cr campaign 3 #laura bailey #d&d #dungeons and dragons #dnd #fanart #digital art #procreate

[criticalbeauregard]

a story told as 3 pictures

#i love that they just keep yapping and writing stuff down #im thoroughly enjoying myself #critical role #cr spoilers #cr laudna #imogen temult #marisha ray #imodna #laura bailey #c3e90

[baileys-writing-desk]

Don’t let Rulie near the Master Cycle

…or he will hit a tree.

Wild learned this the hard way.

(a gift for dalemon-99!)

Wild’s Hyrule, like many others, has a Faron Woods. And it’s the perfect place for the Champion and the traveler to take a walk together, away from the rest of the Chain.

Hyrule has taken quite a liking for mushrooms. The reddish ones are called Hylian Shrooms, Wild taught him once, and the green ones Stamina Shrooms. Each time they come across one, he kneels down to examine it, running his fingers along its smooth surface and wondering if it’s edible. It has to be, as Wild eats things like this all the time.

But the Champion seems to have another idea, as he stops at a small clearing and pulls out his Sheikah Slate.

“Do you want to see something cool?” he asks, grinning.

Hyrule’s brow furrows in confusion. What?

“Um…sure. I guess.”

Wild presses a few buttons on the slate, and soon magical blue trails of light circle nearby, not much different from the ones they see upon teleporting at a Sheikah Tower. A strange object materializes next to the two Hylians, with what looks to be two wheels and…

“What is that??” Hyrule exclaims, eyes wide.

The Champion giggles. “This is called the Master Cycle. A piece of Sheikah technology I got from beating the shit out of a monk. As you can see here-“

“Wait, hold on.” Hyrule interrupts. “ You got it from what??”

“Yeah…long story, Rulie. It’s quite amusing, remind me and I’ll tell you later.”

Knowing Wild, the traveler can’t say he’s surprised. But still. Maybe if he finds this…monk and beats him up, he can get one of these things too?

“Anyway, as you can see it has a seat, handlebars for steering, think of it as like an electric horse. It’s a new mode of transport that we call a ‘bike.’ Maybe when we’re done inspecting the shrooms here, I can demonstrate for you?”

“Yeah!!” Hyrule’s heart skips a beat, unable to contain his newfound excitement. A mode of transport? He has never seen anything like this in his life! And a thought burns into him: I wanna try!!

And oh, he wants to try so desperately. But he knows Wild wouldn’t let him.

“Ok, sounds like a plan.” The Champion smiles again before walking up to a group of Hylian Shrooms. Hyrule can barely take his eyes off the Master Cycle in all its glory. It’s as if the bike is speaking to him, asking him to come over and ride it.

Another few minutes pass as they study the clearing, with Wild taking pictures on the slate for Flora, and Hyrule has come up with a different plan. He beams from ear to ear like a young child, positioning himself in front of the Champion and close to the bike.

“Hey, see that mushroom over there?” The traveler points to the green Stamina Shroom at the base of a small tree. “Walk over and grab it, then throw it to me. I wanna try something.”

Wild briefly narrows his eyes. “…Why?”

“Just trust me on this. I’m gonna try to catch it in my mouth.”

“Rulie…” Wild sighs, but pauses when Hyrule widens his eyes like a begging puppy. “Hmph. Fine.”

The Champion turns around to fetch the mushroom. Ok, he’s distracted. Go!

Hyrule locks eyes on the bike and darts over to it, quickly hoisting himself up with legs straddled like he saw Wild do earlier. Shit. How do you start this thing??

“Hey! Rulie, no!”

Wait, yes! The right side! He slams his foot on the small piece of metal underneath it and suddenly the bike is speeding forward. “WOOOO!!” he shouts, fluffy hair whipping in the breeze as the loud whirring noise of the bike overrides whatever the Champion is yelling. Laughing out loud, Hyrule rides in a straight line through the woods, making sure to follow the path. This is AMAZING!!

His grip on the handlebars remains strong. All he needs to do is just keep the bike upright. Easy!

“HAHA! YOU CAN’T CATCH ME, WILD!!” he shrieks. “TRY TO STOP ME!”

He’ll ride all the way out of these woods, maybe through the field and back toward camp. He has the power now, he’s carefree!

…Until a large tree looms in front of him, blocking the path.

Shit!! He doesn’t know how to turn! Oh no. Oh, fuck me.

Hyrule barely has time to think as the tree draws closer; at his current trajectory he will slam right into it. I can stop, right? Just-

Wait.

He also doesn’t know how to stop.

FUCK!!

In a frenzy he jerks the handlebars to the right, hoping the bike will follow. He hasn’t thought this through, but he doesn’t have the time to with the bike still speeding faster than a dragon. Just narrowly missing the tree, he manages to turn the bike…

…smack into another tree.

Hyrule yelps as the bike crashes, and next thing he knows it is…gone?? Shit!! Now without anything to sit on, he is flung forward, crying out in pain as he hits the tree before being tossed to the ground.

He can hear Wild’s shouting coming closer as he lies there, dazed, arm throbbing from taking the brunt of the blow. Somehow he had managed to shield his face, but Hylia, that aches too. Everything hurts.

Okay, that was a BAD idea.

“HYRULE!!”

He turns his head to see the shocked Champion running to his side. “Hyrule! Are you okay?? My god!”

Bad, bad idea.

“Mhm…” he groans, rubbing his forehead. “Where’d it go…?”

“What- oh, it disintegrates whenever you crash. Learned that the hard way once too.”

“So I…broke it?” Oh no. His eyes widen as he glances up at Wild, now standing over him. “I’m so sorry-“

“No, you didn’t break it. That’s what it was made to do,” the Champion explains. “But I digress. Why in Hylia’s name did you want to ride it with no supervision!?”

Hyrule sighs. “I…I thought it would be fun.” With a grunt he pushes himself up to sitting, despite the pain in his arm. “And- it was.”

He smiles weakly at Wild, who still looks less than pleased.

“Oh, Rulie…what am I gonna do with you?” He slowly shakes his head in disbelief. “Here, can you heal yourself? Or I think I have a fairy.”

“It’s okay…I can do it.” If Wild uses his fairy on something as stupid as this…no. He won’t let that happen.

“Well, well.” Wild smirks as the traveler begins to prepare his healing magic. “I can’t wait to see the old man’s reaction when we get back!”

Hyrule gasps. “No, please- don’t tell Time! He would kill me if he finds out-“

“I mean, you’ll still be a bit drained…he might ask why. And so I can deliver.” Wild’s voice is taunting, as the Champion keeps his cheeky smile. The horrified look on Hyrule’s face must be amusing.

“Please…I can’t stand a lecture from the old man,” the traveler whines. “I’ll speak for myself…”

Just like he did before when getting Wild to agree to his little trick, he gazes up at the Champion with his puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay…fine.” Wild luckily gives in. “This can stay between you and me. But you have to promise to never pull a stunt like this again.”

Hyrule huffs. Aw, man. He loves messing around with Wild…but he would rather escape the wrath of the entire Chain and their lecturing. Especially Time.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Good.” Wild gestures to Hyrule’s injured body. “Now heal yourself up, Rulie.”

With a sigh, the traveler closes his eyes as he feels the familiar warm glow of his magic, slowly placing his hands on each of his wounds to close them. Soon the pain fades away and strength returns to his body.

#bailey writes #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu wild #cw swearing #well ofc there’s gonna be swearing this mf just hit a tree 😂 #cw injury #master cycle #lmaooo poor rulie

[lanayru-the-water-god]

Bluebell the dragon

Lanayru helps Nerin overcome her fears by taking her on a dragon ride.

(Lanayru is ~950 years old)

Word count: 1978

In the domain of the Water Goddess, Nerin follows an ecstatic Lanayru down the path. Her friend has been eager to show her something, without explaining what it really is, and so Nerin’s thoughts swim with possibilities. It could be a newly created Dweller, waiting to meet their mother’s friend. Or maybe another fairy, or dozens of new fairies. Perhaps, nothing has been created at all, and rather it’s a splendid view of the water worth sharing. Lanayru is always full of mysteries.

Far away from the palace where Lanayru and the Dwellers reside, the two approach a large open area, almost like a field in the mortal world, surrounded by white pearly fencing and tall intricate pillars. A large creature lies curled up on the ground. Almost like…

Her dragon.

Lanayru uses her magic symbol to unlock the gate, leading Nerin through the entrance.

“Well, I am delighted to tell you that Bluebell is fully grown now!” The Water Goddess claps her hands in excitement. “Look at her!”

The Swan Goddess moves her gaze to the large, magnificent dragon, much bigger than she remembers, its baby blue scales glimmering in the light. White spikes stick out from its otherwise smooth back, long hair in a mix of blues and whites frame its majestic face, and striking blue eyes gaze up at the two Goddesses.

“Wow, I…” Nerin struggles to find words. “It’s so…beautiful.”

Her heart races in her chest, though, as the dragon also looks…intimidating. As a baby, Bluebell was much less scary to her.

Grinning happily, Lanayru walks up to rub the dragon’s snout. “She sure changed a lot, huh? Haven’t you, girl?”

Bluebell snorts in reply, causing Nerin to raise an eyebrow. Can it understand what we’re saying? The way Lanayru is acting toward it reminds her of the way mortals play with their pets, easing her fears slightly.

“Come on, little one, pet her,” the Water Goddess continues. “She’s super gentle, don’t worry, I promise.”

“Oh-okay.” Nerin cautiously steps forward to meet up with her friend. She is not used to dragons, not sure if this one is in fact a wild beast who could lash out at any second.

But Lanayru would never lie to her. She knows Lanayru.

You’re gonna be okay.

Slowly and tentatively, she reaches an arm forward and rests her hand on Bluebell’s snout. The bumpy texture of the scales takes her by surprise, and the dragon snorts again.

“There you go! That’s it,” Lanayru encourages her. “See? You’re doing great.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Nerin moves her hand up to the dragon’s long and flowy hair. “Is…is this okay?”

“Yeah, go for it. She loves head scratches.”

Head scratches?

Puzzled by Lanayru’s comment, she places a gentle hand on its hair, feeling the silky and incredibly soft strands run through her fingers. Her long nails make her hesitant to scratch, wondering if it would hurt the dragon, so instead she rubs her fingers in little circles atop its head. Bluebell’s eyes close, followed by what sounds like a happy sigh.

“Yeah, doesn’t that feel good?” Lanayru coos to Bluebell, tapping a finger on its nose. “You’re a lucky girl today, huh? Yes you are!”

Nerin slowly lifts her hand away, turning back to her friend. “Well…she’s a sweetheart, RuRu, thanks for showing me.”

“I told you, right? I promise you there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Instead of heading away toward the palace, though, Lanayru walks around the dragon’s head and beside its scaly body. Wait- what is she doing?? Putting her hands near one of the spikes, she hoists herself up on its back, legs stretched out on each side of the spike and arms wrapped around it.

Is she gonna-

“Come on, let’s go for a ride!”

Oh.

Oh shit.

Nerin freezes in place, her hands becoming clammy as she bites her lip. “I-I, uh…I’ll pass on that one, thanks.” She laughs nervously. “If you- if you don’t mind, I-“

“Little one, pleeease? I promise you’ll be fine, we won’t do anything crazy, ok?”

“I mean—“

“Just try it this one time?” Lanayru’s blue eyes widen, like a small puppy begging for food. “For me?”

Damn it. Those darn puppy dog eyes.

Nerin sighs. “Fine…”

“Yay!! Ooh, this is gonna be so fun!” Lanayru shrieks in delight, as Nerin reluctantly approaches the spike directly behind hers. “I’ve been waiting for this ever since I created her. The two of us finally riding her together…Ack, I’m so excited!”

Climbing up on Bluebell’s back, the Swan Goddess positions herself the same way as her friend, arms around the spike in a death grip. It’s going to be okay, Nerin, you won’t fall off. Nothing crazy is gonna happen, she won’t flip upside down, you won’t fall, you won’t fall, you won’t—

“Ready to roll?” The sound of Lanayru’s voice brings her back.

“Yeah..I’m ready.”

Just don’t look down.

“Okay, Bluebell, rise up!”

And the dragon obeys, lifting its large body off the ground with ease. Nerin finds herself holding her breath as they rise higher and higher, her wrists aching slightly from the strong grip on the spike. A cool breeze ruffles through the hair of both the Goddesses and the dragon, causing Lanayru to chuckle. Alright, this isn’t so bad… She finally lets her breath go, heart still racing rapidly in her chest.

“Bluebell, fly!”

At Lanayru’s command, the dragon pushes itself forward slowly, moving its three sets of claws through the air. Nerin keeps her gaze focused on the back of her friend’s hair, directly in front of her. Never looking down.

“Don’t worry, little one, a forward fly is all she knows how to do,” the Water Goddess explains. “No going backwards, flipping or spinning yet, I’m still working with her.”

Not yet? Nerin wants to say. How about not at all? The last thing she needs right now is to be spun around, hundreds of feet in the sky. The thought alone nearly makes her sick.

Lanayru briefly turns her head back to glance at her friend. “Hey, how are you doing? Is this okay?”

The Swan Goddess, still pale and stiff, nods her head.

“Oh, good.” Facing forward once more, Lanayru whistles at Bluebell. “Faster, girl!”

“We’re going faster?” Nerin squeaks out, almost without thinking.

“What, you think we were gonna fly at a snail’s pace the whole time? You gotta have some real fun here!”

The dragon’s speed starts to increase, and her heart skips a beat.

“Oh…okay. Sure.” Breathe, just breathe. You won’t fall.

The wind whips through her hair, and she hears Lanayru shriek in delight. She almost has her entire body around the spike now, not daring to move a muscle. Look straight ahead. Look at RuRu.

“WOO HOOOO!!!!” Lanayru cries out, laughing. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, Bluebell, good girl!!”

They glide effortlessly through the air, and Nerin tries to calm her stiff breathing. Now she is finally beginning to feel secure. Sparkles of white magic from the dragon’s body circle in the wind and flutter over the two Goddesses, dissipating slowly.

“Hey, RuRu!” she exclaims. “This is actually…fun!”

“See, I told ya so!” Her friend doesn’t turn her head, but Nerin knows she is grinning. “Here, watch this!”

Another whistle sounds, and the dragon speeds up even further. The wind howls in Nerin’s ears and she lets out a shriek of laughter. See, you’re okay! This is awesome!

“I’m trying to train her so she responds to my whistles only! Not my words!” Lanayru shouts over the noise of the wind. “But she’s still workin’ on it!”

Still a bit uncertain about looking down, Nerin closes her eyes, feeling as if she is floating on her own through the blue sky, perhaps above her own domain, as all her swan maidens watch her in awe…

Another whistle. “Bluebell, circle!”

The abrupt sound startles the Swan Goddess, as her eyes shoot back open and she instinctively wraps herself tighter around the spike. Her whole body tilts slightly as the dragon’s body turns to make a large arc, wind whipping hard into her side.

“Lanayru!!” she yells in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Hahahaha!! Ha ha ha!!” The Water Goddess throws her head back in hearty laughter. “Now this is what you call some fun!!”

Bluebell moves around in a large circular shape, and Nerin feels herself smiling. She makes sure not to close her eyes again so she can watch her friend’s commands.

“One more thing, alright?! Bluebell, figure-eight!” Lanayru follows this with a whistle that sounds quite different from the last few.

This time, Nerin readies herself for the dragon’s change in direction, as it rockets through the air in a serpentine path, gliding a ways forward then looping around itself to complete the “eight” shape. She screams in delight along with Lanayru, noticing how relaxed her body has become. The fear and tension from before has almost completely disappeared.

“Here, if you’re feeling comfortable, check this out!” The Water Goddess tilts her head, looking down at the ground far below them. “The view is amazing!”

Making sure she still has a strong grip, Nerin cautiously does the same, something she most certainly wouldn’t have done five minutes ago.

Oh my Goddesses.

Her best friend’s domain, and everything in it that they each hold dear, is stunningly visible from this height. With a bird’s eye view she can see just about everything: the palace, the healing spring, all the intricacies of majestic waterworks…it is enough to take her breath away in amazement.

“Woah…” she mutters, realizing Lanayru probably can’t hear her.

“So, what do you think, little one?! Isn’t this so cool??”

“Yeah!!” Making sure to raise her voice, she beams at her friend. “I-I can’t believe it!! I have never seen anything like this before!!”

“I know right?? That’s how I felt my first time too!” The Water Goddess turns her head back to face forward, and Nerin follows suit. Bluebell is still moving in its figure-eight patterns.

Lanayru lets out one more whistle. “Alright, Bluebell, go home!”

The dragon seems to nod its head at the request, and soon it straightens back out before slowing down. The wind becomes less harsh, and she gives her hands a break by loosening her grip slightly. Whew, you did it! You…rode a dragon!

As they make their descent, Nerin lets out a sigh of relief, throat slightly hoarse from all the shouting. Bluebell’s knowledge of where it resides surprises her, and soon the familiar pillars and fencing draw closer. She wonders what her maidens will think when she tells them of the ride…especially Ivory, who is now very close with Lanayru. Maybe next time, the three of them could all ride together.

“Well, we made it,” Lanayru states, not needing to shout anymore. “Good girl, Bluebell. You did so awesome!”

Slowly and gently, the dragon lowers itself onto the ground, curling back up in its original shape. The two Goddesses make their dismount, their hair tangled and frazzled from the harsh wind up above. But Lanayru still looks as beautiful as ever.

“So, how’d you like that, little one? Fun, huh?”

“Yeah!” Nerin chuckles. “Thanks for, uh…forcing me to do it.” She glances at Bluebell, who closes its eyes and snorts quietly.

“No problem, darling.” Lanayru gently pets the dragon’s fluffy mane. “I knew you would come around anyway.”

Allowing Bluebell to take a much-needed nap, they walk side by side toward the exit of the dragon’s home. Lanayru clears her throat, voice slightly raspy from all the shouting to her friend. And in the peaceful silence, Nerin observes a couple Dwellers talking in the distance, the blue hair of Cordelia catching her eye.

One thought keeps coming back to her, though…of how amazing it would be to have her own dragon.

#the goddess lanayru #bailey writes #nerin the swan goddess (by the amazing trippy!) #my love for httyd and my oc’s has led me to write this :) #also this is way longer than i thought holy shit

[jayankles]

Be a Good Girl

Pairing: Genneel x Reader

Word Count: 1002

Summary: You get what you want eventually, even if it means you have to be a good girl for it. 

Request: Can you do a genneel x reader where they make the reader call them both mommy please?:)

Warnings: mommy kink, fingering, butt plug

“Are you going to be a good little girl?” Danneel’s perfectly shaped brow arches as she watches you. Crossing her arms over her chest, she hums, giving you the non verbal command to get on your knees for her. 

You don’t dare say a word, only nod overzealously as you lower yourself to the ground. Biting your lip, your eyes flicker from the tall redhead to the petite brunette, awaiting their instructions.

“You can answer, baby.” Gen says, a gleam in her eyes as she sits back in her chair across from you, pulling up her flowy skirt to rest at her slim hips. 

“Yes, I promise, I’m going to be good. Gonna be a good girl.” Your reply comes out fast, you want them so bad. But you know that you’re not going to get them straight away. You have to play their game and give them what they want in order to get what you want.

Tsking, Gen shakes her head. “You’re missing one word, baby.”

“Sorry, mommy. I’ll be a good girl.” She gives a satisfied grunt, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs. Your eyes flicker once more, your breath hitching as you catch sight of Danneel uncrossing her arms to palm her tits in her hands. Her lack of bra sends shivers down your spine and travels to your core. Wet and waiting.

There are so many filthy thoughts flying around in your mind about what you want from them, what you want to do with them. Fuck. Your hips flex, pussy clenching around nothing. You can smell the arousal dripping out of you, seeping through your panties. God, you don’t know what you want first. Sucking on Danneel tits? Rubbing your pussy against Gen’s? Having Danneel ride your face? The possibilities were endless with the women that were looking at you like you were the woman that they had to destroy to save themselves. What a way to go.

“You look so good for us, sweet girl.” Danneel murmurs, crossing the room in a few steps to settle herself behind you, whispering in your ear. “You’re going to watch mommy play with herself.” You nod before she finishes. “You have your plug in, sweet girl?”

You nod once again. “Do you want me to show you, mommy? I listened, like a good girl.”

“Panties. Off. Now.” It’s Gen’s turn to speak. “Wanna see that pretty pussy, baby. I just know it’s wet for us.”

Whimpering at her words, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and lean forward as you drag them down. Your ass on display for Danneel, now on her knees behind you instead of standing. Her eyes twinkle at the sight of the end of the glimmering plug that is pushed inside you.

When the fabric gets caught on your knees, you shuffle so you’re sitting on your butt instead of your knees. It gives Gen the perfect view of your soaking wet cunt. She groans. Gen’s fingers begin to rub circles on her clit, sliding down to her pussy to gather her slick to rub her clit again.

You forget how to breathe. Engrossed in her movement, you mewl when Danneel’s hands close around your thinly covered breasts. She harshly yanks the material down, her middle and forefinger pinches your puckered nipples. Fuck. It feels so good but you need her slender fingers elsewhere. Somewhere much more wet, more sensitive.

Gasping, you’re pulled back against Danneel’s bare chest, one of her hands reluctantly leaving your nipple to travel down your sternum, down your stomach, down to your soaking pussy.

God, please let her put her fingers in me! I need them so fucking bad.

As if she can hear your thoughts, she whispers. “You want mommy’s fingers in that sweet little pussy? That thick plug not enough for you?”

“No, it’s not enough. I need you. Please. I want you to fuck me with your fingers, while I watch mommy. Wanna watch mommy come. Please.” You pant, clinging onto Danneel’s wrists as you watch Gen pump her fingers inside of her pussy. You can hear how wet she is, how soaked her fingers are when she pulls them back out of her cunt. The squelching of her arousal becomes more prominent when she quickens her pace and you see her start to crumble as her palm hits her clit with every flick of her wrist. 

Without warning, Danneel gives you what you have been begging for, but instead of only one of her fingers she shoves three of them inside you, making you scream at her abrasive actions. Your orgasm is almost instantaneous. The way Danneel touches you just sets a fire inside you, making your skin burn against her. The way Gen touches herself, teases herself in front of you to get you all hot and bothered and fuck do you know how it works. All it takes for you to fall over the edge is Danneel’s fingers plucking at the sensitive buds of your nipple then your clit as she continues to finger you. 

Gen enjoys the way your mouth falls open as you come, as you writhe, as you convulse. She comes not a moment later, her juices drenching her fingers as she pulls them free from her pussy. It takes all of her strength to crawl over to you, pushing her digits to your bottom lip so you can taste her. Happily, you suckle at the arousal on her fingers, tongue swirling and gathering the slick she scooped from her core.

When you’re sure that you've sucked all the wetness from her fingers, you release them with an overexaggerated pop. You press your lips to Gen’s in a soft yet hungry kiss. “I think mommy needs to come. Can we make her come?”

“Make her come with your tongue, baby. Go get on your knees so I can play with my baby’s pretty little pussy. You’re going to come on my face next.”

#danneel x reader #genevieve x reader #danneel x reader x gen #gen x reader #genneel x reader #mommy kink #request #slowly working through these #ahh #genneel x reader smut #danneel smut #genevieve smut #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes

[baileyondemand]

The dogs came when she called, just like they always did. It almost hurt her to shoot them between the eyes. Almost. They’d be up again by morning. She’d had to collapse the barn to convince the cows they were dead. She had no idea what she’d do with the dogs. She spared a moment to survey their bodies and sighed. Still no blood, but she wasn’t going to take one of the things that used to be her dogs inside to figure out why. The clock where the sun used to be happily clunked and whirred away. It spat out another cloud, a behemoth of metal plating, and she turned to go back inside. She didn’t need another pocketwatch to the head, or another reminder she would never dance in the real rain again. She missed water. Now when she turned on the faucet she only got gears. The house was empty. She was the only one who had stayed and risked contamination. Someone had to keep the house standing. Besides, she thought, filling a glass from the tap, she was fine. The rain began as she drank.

#Bailey writes #Steampunk #Body horror #mild but still #Prompts: detective story-sounded like-farm-watch-cloud #Originally written in notebook 1 #Time spent: ten minutes #writing #original writing #Not fandom

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

officer!els<3

author's note - meow i love this woman.

content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!

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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)

- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.

- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)

- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...

- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...

- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.

- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!

- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."

- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.

- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.

- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.

- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:

suggestive/NSFW!

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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.

- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)

- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.

- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.

- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-

- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.

bonus round - police!els edit<3 :

#abby tlou #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x abby #ellie x fem reader #ellabs #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams series #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams fanart #dina tlou #tlou art #joel tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel miller #bella ramsey #laura bailey #ani's ellie🎀 #ani's writing📖

[ashersanity]

- @princesstokyomoon, @bobsquatley :)

Sometimes your caretaker can’t help themselves around you.

YANDERE! BAILEY

asher, we’ve been over this.

content warning! very non-con, mentions of violence, murder, somnophilia, voyeurism spanking, gunplay, choking, bailey is a warning on its own, expect the worst.

pc and bailey are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise

“Your body was always mine. Just like your first time.”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, controlling, overprotective

Yan!Bailey who needs you by their side at all times. Doesn’t matter why, the shitty caretaker is somehow coming up with some sort of sick excuse to have you in their office. Starts off with simple things, gruff voice demanding you to come in here already, needing you to dust the floor, it’s dirty, they claim. No speck of dust in sight, but who are you to deny Bailey? You know what happens when you do. Escalates to having you now on their lap, comfortably seated on their thighs. It’s an order of theirs, they say. Right. Of course it is. if they have a cock, then they’re slipping their length into your hole, cock warming them for the entire day.

Yan!Bailey who gets that weird sinking feeling in the pit of their stomach at the sight of you chatting away, lips curling up into that damn smile of yours, softly laughing along to Robin’s jokes. Y’know like some weird school boy/girl who immediately gets jealous, seeing their crush talking to someone else. Familiar steps drawing closer until they’re looming right over you and the poor orphan, dark look on their face, assigning you both different chores to have you two separated for the day. Brushes it off after like it was nothing, doesn’t know why they got so heated up about it either.

Yan!Bailey who can’t possibly help themselves around you, wooden floor creaking under the weight of their heavy footsteps, slipping into your room at night without that pesky orphan being by your side for once. Well, not like it’s going to stop them from doing what they have to do. Disheveled, unkempt, dark hair that’s usually slicked back, breath reeking of booze as they draw closer to your sleeping form, tall frame towering over yours. Look at you. Blissfully ignorant, unaware of what they’re doing right now, how their tongue slicked with sweat and vodka trails over your pristine, perfect lips, untouched by any of the filthy bastards in this town. You don’t even get to know that your first kiss didn’t go to sweet, old Robin.. Bailey’s own lips pressing against yours instead, tongue slipping past between your teeth.

Yan!Bailey who has several cameras installed in your room, lens catching each and every movements that you make, including the much more.. private ones. Needing to know what you’re up to, what you’re doing, who you bring into your room, entangled bodies softly landing against the cushioned mattress. Forbids you from sneaking anyone into the orphanage after that, claiming it’s for whatever bullshit reason they gave you. Stores in the tape right onto their computer, dim light of the screen reflected in their eyes, fixated on the way you blush and pant, hands slowly circling around your sex. Always comes in handy after a long, stressful day, needing to let off some steam, a low groan reverberating in the office.

Yan!Bailey whose punishments only grow increasingly worse and worse by the day, catching you slacking off during your chores or entering their office a few too many times results in you bent over their lap, begging for mercy. Palm raised, unrelenting in their blows, smacking your bum till it turns red, as red at the blush on your face, squeaking voice and hiccuped sobs echoing through the desolate room. The caretaker who doesn’t stop just as that, needing you to fully regret your actions and repent for them. Finger slipping inside your hole, alternating between thrusting their digit in all the while spanking you. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Makes you messily cum all over yourself like the whore that you are, dangling legs trembling over their lap. Ignore the wet patch that formed on their trouser/skirt once you leave, giving Bailey a last fleeting look over your shoulder.

Yan!Bailey who doesn’t hesitate to put a bullet through the eyes of any motherfucker who even dares to lay their dirty hands on you. Who do they think they are? Messing with their own property? The one in charge of this whole town? In their own presence? Don’t question what happened to that one thug that got a little too bold with you, shamelessly groping at your behind as you walked on, blindfolded and gagged, uselessly drooling away. Thought that would slip past the caretaker’s eyes? Idiot, nothing does. Never with Bailey. And they’re also making it your own problem too, grasping at the back of your head, forcing you down onto your knees once more. Time to apologize in the way you know best, whore.

Yan!Bailey who’s a bit too much into this whole gunplay thing. Cold steel of their gun pressed against your temple, finger hovering over the trigger, barrel loaded in. Servicing them on your knees like the slut that you are, knowing they can blow your brains out at any moment. Fat, wet tears rolling down your cheeks, struggling to swallow them all. Hissing lowly under their breath, taking in the image of your tear-stained face, flushed cheeks and parted lips. So goddamn pretty. Raping you with their shotgun right up your ass, taking in delight in the sounds of your choked up sobs as they slide the length in and out of your poor, abused hole. Presses an uncharacteristically soft and gentle kiss to your forehead to soothe your nerves. How cute.

Yan!Bailey who doesn’t feel a shred of guilt or remorse at having you locked up in the orphanage, forever theirs to stay. Didn’t want to pay up your debt? Fine by them. Now you’re paying the caretaker in a different way, gloved hands firmly gripped around your throat and applying pressure, tugging at the wrists tied behind your back, chest pressed up against the hard surface of their desk. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Makes sure Robin is there to see by pure “chance”, by accident, walking in on you in this vulnerable state, legs limps from the other’s treatment, utterly helpless. That’s good. Show that orphan who you really belong to now, huh?

Yan!Bailey who’ll track you down no matter where you go, wherever you run off to, to the ends of the earth, dammit. Thought you could get away from them? From Bailey themselves? The one that practically raised you? Fucking arrogant brat, they’re here to put you back into your place once they find you. Taking advantage of the power, ressources and numerous connections that they have in this town, it’s only a matter of time before they find you. Once they do, it’s over. Utterly. Fucking. Over. You’re here to stay with them, chained up to their side, collar tightly locked around your bruised up neck, lettering of their own name visible over your skin. Bailey fucking owns you. And they’ll make sure you have that simple notion ingrained into your stupid little brain. Make ya learn because that’s what you’re good at. Right, brat?

[END OF POST]

Masterlist

#the fact that this isn’t all that different from their canon selves says a lot.. #fucking tsundere #I know you care for pc in your own way #a very weird way at that #dol #degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #so this is the first thing I post about them huh.. #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #character x reader #asher writes #badly at that