#and healed in the sunshine would have been proud

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Affections

Fandom: The Hobbit Ship/Pairing: Thranduil x F!Reader Trope: Unrequited love that’s requited after all Note: No idea. I probably made heavy mistakes in the mythology. Don't hesitate to point them out if need be. Warnings: Miscommunication, father-son relationship, rejection Word count: 6 282 Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstareditd @fizzyxcustard @sotwk

“Legolas!”

Seeing your friend after so many years made you so happy, your eyes were watering even before you could feel his arm embracing you.

“My dear friend. I am so glad you could finally come home.”

Decades earlier, the young prince and you had learned and grown together under the watchful eye of the Mirkwood. Small ones were a rarity, but two at the same time almost never happened. Once an adult, it became clear you needed to leave the palace’s grounds and see the world for yourself. The only kin you had left was your aunt Ede, and she encouraged you to go, despite being torn upon your departure.

Now, finally, you were coming back to your place of birth, filled with new memories and new experiences. During the war, you were following the refugees, learning medicine and healing amongst them as you had for the past decade. Fortunately, this knowledge became of vital importance after the conflict and here you were, talking animatedly with the Crowned Prince, sharing adventures and stories.

“I am sure your father must not have taken kindly to that friendship.”

Legolas laughed, his long hair moving with the winds around.

“No, he did not. Gimli is a close friend of mine and I would not allow him to be treated with the disrespect my father is so easily using. — Still. Of all the people present in the Company, the only one you find to be a friend is the son of Gloin? The very last member of Thorin Oakenshield’s entourage? — I did not choose, you know. And…”

Before he could finish his sentence, you stopped your steps. The place had grown so much since you last were there. The tallest trees reached peaks you could not see anymore, cutting into the sky slices of clouds and sunshine. The hall around you felt heavier. More grounded in stone than in wood. Ravages of the Great War had reached even here, it seemed. From the stairs in front of you, a tall she-elf, with her dark auburn hair and her proud stature, was staring right. Your feet guided you to her in a hurry. Her embrace felt like a warm bath, smelling of lavender and a quiet temperance you needed in that moment. Ede was one of a kind. She was the one who had taught you the basics to healing and the plants, as well as the stars. Your mother had been a valiant soldier of the King’s army. She perished on the front of the battle of the Five Armies. Ede became a support and an ally in the pain of her loss. It made you two grow closer, especially when her brother - your father - left for the Shores after his wife died. He did not see the future in as much brightness as he used to and did not want to become a hindrance for you. It was with the certainty of meeting him again that you let him go.

“Aunt Ede, I have missed you so much. It is a genuine pleasure to see you. — As it is for me, child.”

She pushed a strand of hair back, watching you intently with those profound dark eyes of hers. Once Legolas reached you, he saluted the Royal Healer before leaving the both of you, a soft smile on his face. You spent the rest of the day walking around and rediscovering the grounds with your aunt. They had planted bigger gardens next to the Healers Quarters. A gardener had been appointed specifically for them, allowing time and space for the now withering Ede. She was growing tired more easily and, despite her appearances, was becoming more depressed by the day. Her work was never done in this place, being the sole reference for every other healer in the woods and sometimes outside of the country and into others. Everyday that passed made her long for her home in Rivendell. Her husband had gone back the year before and the separation was taking another toll on her, time only making it worse. At the first signs of dusk, she brought you to your room, next to her own. It contained a simple bed and a desk as well as two tall windows, looking out on the garden below. The bag you carried when you arrived finally found a space to rest too next to the neat sheets.

“Child, I bid you goodnight. We shall talk more in the morning. -Yes, my aunt. I wish you pleasant dreams and a restful sleep.”

She kissed your forehead, smiled and closed the door behind her. Soon you crumbled into the heavenly made bed, but could not find sleep. After all, the real reason of why you left had been kept secret from everyone. Including yourself. You were becoming more agitated with every minute passing before meeting the King. You had not left on particularly good terms with him, a show of restraint on your part, inclining you to keep quiet and move on. Nevertheless, the memory kept replaying in your mind, as you felt yourself drift into a soundless sleep.

In autumn, the leaves fell, and Legolas was in the trees. Well, one tree. The tallest at the time, a great oak with leaves reaching into the sky as if trying to touch it. The Prince loved to climbed its branches, storm or high wind was of no matter to him, wanting to admire the sky more than anything. Also, it was the only place his father would not think of searching him in. Lately he had been adamant in having his son with him at all times, protected and locked in, close to him where he could not be lost. Or killed. That oak was where you found him.

“My Prince, I am afraid your kingly father will be upset with both of us if you do not come down this instant.”

Silence. Thranduil had asked you personally to go in search of his son. Out of the two of you, you were in appearances the more mature one. Even now young adults, you could not help yourselves and hid from each of your parents whenever you could, spending most of your times observing the wood’s life. The fleeting murmurs of the trees settled, leaving a melody of singing birds behind. Soon, he came down, looking sheepish.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to cause my father’s anger towards you. — No need to apologise. I understand why you would want to hide. Yet, you can not do so forever Legolas.”

He nodded, following you back inside. His father had grown tensed and tired after his wife’s death. Her warmth was the heart of the forest and once she was gone, every winter became colder and colder. The King only grew more weary of the outsiders, leaving no choice but to close the borders to most of them. You knew him in happier times, grew with his son and should have grown attached to the Prince. Yet, in your heart, Thranduil had the only space you could allow to be filled. It had pained you to acknowledge it, more so when Legolas’ mother passed. A voice inside wanted you to reach out and to pull the pain away from him. From them both, but you could not. As well as Thranduil’s borders closed, his mind and soul did too. For the longest time, he retreated so far inside that no one could reach in. Not even his son. Your arm looped around Legolas’ shoulders, trying to comfort him however you could.

“Do not fret. He was scared to death you broke your neck. Once he sees you intact maybe he’ll calm down”

It did seem to make him chuckle at least, as he leaned into you. You felt ashamed feeling this way towards a brother’s kin. It was a torment you would not wish on anyone not even your greatest enemy. It became a soft agony and then a feeling deeply buried. Sometimes, you hoped you would find yourself looking at Legolas the same way you looked at Thranduil. It never happened and you grieved the proper relationship that would never be. It had been talked about, making a match between the two of you. The Prince could have been inclined. Your own affections lead you to say no, to the disarray of your parents and Legolas’ poor heart. He never resented you for it but you did. You resented yourself so much it blinded the young spirit you had into biding yourself to this place, when nothing new could be learned, nothing new could be seen. No new love would grow. Ede had mentioned leaving before. The idea was taking roots but Thranduil’s actions were the final push into the adventure of your life.

Upon arriving in the King’s room, you caught onto three things. The first, he was still worried sick, apparently repeatedly pacing the room with no signs of stopping soon. The second was that once he saw his son, he embraced him, where you had seen him lash out in anger at others. The third, you were sure that when his eyes landed on you, he would burn you right where you stood. He took his time, checking if his son was alright if he was injured, who’s idea was it to go out and hide like that. Once his nerves settled, he dismissed Legolas, closely watched over by two guards. As the Prince left the room, you shared a soft smile, already knowing what was bound to happen. Once he was gone, the air left the room and the reprieve you had ended right there.

“How dare you?”

Thranduil’s voice was carrying across the room. He was standing as far away as possible from you, as if trying to avoid catching a disease you had.

If only that was the reason, he would sleep better nights. Not watching the stars peak and go down every morning, growing mad with every time he saw you. He knew it was, in truth, for another set of reasons entirely. His body was betraying him. His heart ached in the most delicious ways, retreating from its hiding place. He would have thought it dead if it weren’t for you. You with your sharp mind and loud laughter. You who had a spirit all of your own. You who were the oldest friend and confident his son had. How could he feel that way for you, he never wanted to know. It would have meant accepting he nourished feelings for you. He watched you grow and become a mighty warrior and a spirited young elf. Once well in adulthood though, that was only then that he noticed you. Before that you were a shadow compared to his wife’s memory. He saw and perceived all too well your longing looks and tight smile for him only to see. It touched his otherwise dead heart. The pain of knowing that it could never be and the blossoming feelings he carried for you were growing inside of him intertwined. Now, your eyes haunted him at night, hot and feverish, lingering in his mind. He longed to be touched by you, when he knew he should not have. The remorse was ever present. What would she think of all of this? She would want him happy, cared for and content. He wanted it too. He would not yield, not crumble under your stare. He had to protect his people from disappointment in their ruler. He could not afford jeopardising his rule so. Even for your beautiful mind and gorgeous soul.

“How dare you compel my son into acting so? You and your ideas! Of course you were the one to give him such ideas about freedom and… — Your Majesty, with all due respect, I gave him what he asked of me, nothing else.”

He was livid. What he asked of you? A jealousy he had forgotten the name of, formed in his stomach, giving his wrath a fuel to keep on burning. What did he ask of you? What did you ask of him?

“How could you? You are full of yourself. Arrogant. Reckless. Do you not know the influence you have over him? How dangerous that could be?”

He could see you, bowing your head, biting your tongue. He drove the knife deeper still, wanting you to react, to do something. Anything was better than you not reacting at all. Especially to him. The cruel intentions in him a reflection of his frustrated state at seeing you and not touching you.

“Answer me!”

The scream rang through your body. Teeth clenched, you had been biting your tongue this entire time, not wanting to make this situation worse. Although, he was on the right path for it to get worse.

“Why would I? You seem to have all the answers already! About your son, about me!” You kept on going, even as he stepped closer and closer to you, domineering and hovering over you. “He needs to experience life! If you can not give him that, at least give this to his mother!” This touched a nerve, his face darkening with fury. Where he knew you were right, he wanted to make you quiet. Those truths either he was not ready to hear. “She would certainly not want her only son to go to the Shores having never touched life with his own hands. Never fighting for what he believes in, never seeing the sun high in the sky or never feeling the touch of a lover, because of you. Sire, you cannot keep him in a gilded cage like this. Either you let him go or he will escape.”

He was invading your private space now. You could not look up. You would not look up.

“How would you know how to care for a child who is not your own? — I know him better than you think.”

Better than you lingered in the air, unsaid, deeply felt. His long fingers gripped your jaw pulling your eyes along them, then his deep burgundy robe before meeting his darkened pupils. He narrowed his eyes, the very tip of his fingers were burning with the yearning of touching you. He could not give in. He would not give in.

“Do you now?”

His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, in what was supposed to be a show of power. Both of you knew it was not, still thinking the other to not know about it. His teeth bit lightly into your earlobe before you could stop him. Frozen in place, you did nothing when his lips drew goosebumps down your throat. In a swift movement, he sucked a deep bruise into your skin. You cried out as he held your face in place, merciless in his grip. It was not a cry of displeasure and that surprised him. As your hand gripped the one holding your face, he searched your expression looking for a momentary lapse in judgement. Maybe something to stop him. Something to tell him this was wrong. He found nothing of the sort. He slid his fingers from your jaw to your cheeks, finding comfort into the plump and supple skin of your face, before all but tearing himself apart by kissing you. You kissed him in return, feverish and wanting. Too soon, he stopped. Disgusted with himself, he turned around, hurting like never before. His weakness was showing, all too visible to his own eyes.

“Go. Now. And never come back. — Sire…”

Your voice was but a whisper, the fluttering of your heart where his skin had met yours turning your whole body into a beating drum.

“Leave! Leave and never show your face again!”

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You did not let them and left the room, closing the door as hard as you could behind you. Once in your room, everything went blank. Almost as if on drugs, mechanically, you gathered your things, warned your aunt of your departure. She did not question it. She knew of your yearning to leave and did not stop you either. Only accompanied you to the main road, wishing you farewell and a heartfelt goodbye. Legolas received a delayed goodbye, by letter. He was angry with you, but understood. You never told him about what happened and it said a lot about his forgiving nature that he did not hold that hurt against you today. She figured Thranduil might have something to do with it when the next day he asked about you. He seemed hurt beyond measure when she told him you were gone, almost surely never to return.

The first rays of the sun sneaked through the glass windows, shades and hues of red and yellows nesting into the corners of the room. After a change of clothes and a frugal breakfast, you accompanied Ede to the gardens along with her pupils, witnessing the classes she gave to elves from all backgrounds and all horizons. Midday approached and she took you aside after leaving her students.

“Child, we need to talk. — Yes, aunt Ede. What do we need to talk about?”

Her next words startled you as much as they turned your world upside down.

“I will be direct, my child. I need you to replace me, here, at the palace. I need you to become the next Royal Healer.”

*

Ede and you had carried that conversation long into the night. She was adamant that it was you who was supposed to carry on in her place. On the other hand you were less than convinced. Especially considering that she always described the task as a burden - more so in the last years. You would not negotiate with her and complained, exposed, revealed what you feared and felt unable to do. She would hear none of it. Her sole purpose here was to give her place to you, of that she was certain. Deep within her a longing of her home had taken root and she had wanted to leave for a long time. If only for her sake, you had no other choice but to do what she asked. For your own, you would have to face Thranduil when that day would come. Maybe, it was for the best. You could not stay in this place of ignorance and avoidance. A quick walk through the garden and you found yourself, face to face with Legolas, all smiles and a hint of mischief in his eyes you were worried about.

“Good morning to you. -And good morning to you, my friend.”

His smile did not falter as he proposed to accompany you through the palace, talking animatedly as usual, until finally you reached the healers quarters.

“I do have a question though. — Yes, what is it?”

As he opened his mouth to say something, he closed it again, his eyes drawn to something - or rather someone - in the room behind you. The door had been left ajar. Distinctively you could see Thranduil’s back and when he stepped aside, your aunt Ede too. Her brows were furrowing and her lips were pinched in a thin line. That could not be any good. The King on the other hand, was towering over her, rolling his eyes and pinching his nose every time she spoke as you would do with a child. That, that was intolerable. Legolas tried to stop you, his hand slipping from your arm only to be left bewildered and strangely, amused, when you stepped inside, slamming the door open.

“Your Majesty. Aunt Ede.”

You bowed your head as he observed you from head to toe. Since that night, it was the first time he was seeing you again. As you, him. A beating sound rang in your ears. His sharp eyes looked down upon you, considering your face, your lips. He stopped and turned towards Ede again.

“Your Majesty, this is… — We shall talk about it at another time. ”

She bowed and did not dare question his statement. He stepped out of the room without another word, only mildly surprised at finding his son at the door. He inherited his need to meddle in other’s affairs from his mother. It both amused him and annoyed him to no end.

* “Ede, what was that about? — Oh, nothing. Have you eaten yet? I was hoping we could eat together and talk some more about your new position?”

There was no negotiating her. Soon, she led you towards a secluded spot under a willow tree you used to hide in when you were a mere child. It’s blooming branches looked smaller now, even when surrounding both of you in its fresh shadows.

“Aunt, please tell me what this talk was about. With the King.”

Ede sighed, plugging some grapes from her bag. She stalled, settling down cheeses and bread at a luxuriously slow pace.

“Aunt… — Yes, I know. Listen, it is a matter between the King and I and… — Was it about me? — Sort of.”

You snorted loudly, startling a few birds in the tree.

“What do you mean? — It was about my replacement. He disagrees with my choice.”

That should not have stung as much as it did.

“And I told him that I would not be changing my mind anytime soon. And that you would be taking my place in three weeks time as per what was planned. — Wait… Three weeks? From now? It’s too soon, Ede.”

She shushed you with a finger against your lips, as she did when you were younger.

“No discussion, no negotiation.”

She proceeded to tell you all about the Royal Healer’s position. You were to tend to the Royal Family, anytime day or night, big or small wounds. Fondly, she recalled a time when Legolas was still small, and had fallen off of a tree, breaking his wrist. He had been restless for the long process of the cast and even more when he had to not use his arm for weeks after that. Being light of foot was not something you were born with and he had mastered it with numerous injuries and various broken bones. You recalled the infinite patience his father had to show. The prince was not as quiet and calm as he was now. She kept on with an extended list of places you were expected to go and help, as well as the palace. Indeed, she had taken it upon herself to replace the old healers in all the neighbouring villages. Most of them had been replaced, yet there was still work to do and new persons to train. At the first lights descending in the sky, she excused herself, exhausted that she was. She kissed your temple and walked away.

Your room felt smaller once you reached its bed. The walls seemed to be getting closer with each moment and soon, you could not stand it any longer. The night had just settled, the first stars showing above. Without much thinking, your feet wandered around the place, finding bushes and crannies, the deep river you knew. Several times, you passed by the willow you had eaten under earlier that day. Somehow, it drove you to its shelter, the rays of the moon shining through the leaves, giving the place an eerie and melancholic air.

Carefully you immersed yourself in this small reprieve of the world.

What you did not know was that you were not alone, sneaking around at night, unable to sleep.

* Once done with the argument, Thranduil had left the infirmary in a hurry, not wanting to dwell in a room where you were. Inadequacy was not something he was fond of feeling. Legolas followed him back to his chambers. He could sense his son’s amusement from behind him. When he turned around, stepping into his bedroom, the very same son had the audacity to laugh wholeheartedly.

“You do remember you owe me allegiance, even as my son and heir.”

The elf struggled to gain back his composure and nod. Finally he had come to his senses.

“Yes, Father. Although I choose to find our relationship into its more domestic issues than its governmental ones.”

Or not.

“Legolas, I swear on your mother’s grave if you do not explain why you are mocking me I will send you to an early retirement deep in the forest with nothing but bread and water to survive, as well as the animals to keep you company.”

That made him stop. Thranduil’s threats were always outlandish. They were also never made in vain or carelessly. Legolas stepped closer to his father, leaning in as in confidence. The King’s eyebrow lifted in a show of not being impressed. From where he was sat, he could see the sparkle in his son’s eyes. The one that meant no good.

“Your affections are showing, father. — My…”

If he had not been angry to begin with, he might have been now. He thought back to that night and could not wash away the culpability creeping in. After you had left, he had spent sleepless nights, without an end to his thoughts about what he could have done worse. Never better. In fact, he had come to the conclusion that where you were concerned, things was to be left alone. A sort of status quo, left undisturbed. Nevertheless, he stayed quiet. The silence worried Legolas.

“Father, I never meant any harm. — I know.”

He couldn’t face Legolas anymore, a veil covering his vision. The King felt the weight of the past years weighing him down, sitting in that chair behind this table, his future in the eyes of his only child. How much he had wished there had been other children with her. Legolas was as perfect now as he was when he was born but he was alone. He released a heavy sigh.

“Sit.”

Legolas obeyed, fearing something worse than a stern talking to.

“Nothing is ever meant to happen between…” The name on his tongue travelled down his throat to his heart. He chocked on it. “It is not meant to be, my son. Of my own fault. No harm can come to her. Not more than the one I have already done.”

Questions began plaguing the prince’s mind, almost wondering aloud what his father could have done to deserve your absence and his longing. In a way, those questions were answered shortly after he thought them up.

“I was the one who chased her away. — You…”

Thranduil’s hand stopped him. It barely lifted in the air, before resting again.

“In a very unkind manner. The behaviour I had was… Unworthy.”

No other words were necessary for he was one to choose them precisely. His close circle knew that. That knowledge was what made his son get up and look at him, with so much disappointment in his eyes he could have made his father drown in it if he so much as wished it. Legolas did not have any will in himself to do so. Instead, he channelled this frustration and shame into his words, chosen carefully as he had been taught to, many times before.

“Did you even try to talk with her? — No. — Why?”

His tone had taken a harsh turn, startling Thranduil in his immobility. No good excuse came to mind. He had been afraid and incapable of voicing his apologises. With you gone, gone was the possibility of redemption. Now that you were here again, he could try. Legolas’ mother was still in his mind, chastising him for his actions. He had come to accept that he would never forget her. That she would remain his conscience for the years to come, the years until his disappearance from this Earth. He had known her for so long, she would always be there. Telling him when he was doing wrong too. Even if it was with the voice of their only child, now grown, looking at him with something akin to violence in his eyes.

“She is out there, thinking she has done something wrong, when you could have freed her from that burden long ago. That, father, is not an unworthy behaviour. That is the behaviour of a coward. — How dare you speak to me in such a way? I am still your King… — Not as long as you behave like this, you’re not.”

He strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. His words resonated against the walls and the mind of the one left behind. A deep frown settled on his forehead, erasing all traces of previous fury. A weary hand pinched his nose, narrowing his eyes at his own anger. In a careless gesture, Thranduil pushed everything off of the table before him. Papers, ink, quills… everything went flying across the room. The only thing left were his hands gripping the edges of the table, ready to throw it too. Soon, he found himself crying silent tears, trying desperately to stop them from falling. His hands were shaking, a whole body tremor going through him, as sobs escaped him. This had to stop. A knock at the door interrupted him in his misery. Quickly he composed himself and followed the council servant outside, attending absentmindedly the meeting he was supposed to preside over. Legolas’ absence thrust another surge of sadness, pure and raw, through him. His absence only making him think about yours. In this scenario, he could lose you both. He could have none of it.

Once the first rays of sunshine started disappearing behind the clouds and down the horizon line, his feet brought him to his son’s chambers. He had to at least try to make this right.

* Under the willow tree, you laid, head resting against the trunk, eyes up in the sky. Sleep would still elude you, in the most peaceful ways this time. The clouds were moving with the winds, hiding and showing the numerous constellations up above. A rustling of leaves brought you back to solid ground quickly. Someone had found your hiding place, of all the places in the palace.

“Legolas? What are you doing here?”

The shadow did not answer, only advanced and stepped in the moonlight. It was indeed Legolas, but his eyes were different. A solemn toll had taken hold upon them and it was strange, if not completely out-worldly to watch him be this serious.

“I fear, the same as you. I could not sleep. — How did you find me?”

He did not answer right away, throwing a glance behind him before looking back at you.

“I followed you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. His steps had gotten more silent with the years, apparently. From your room to this place, you had not heard him once, not even in the gravel or the grass.

“Listen, I am here…” He hesitated a moment. “I did not meant to follow you. It was the only way. The most opportune one. There are things you need to talk about. I thought that if I was the first to show, you would feel less incline in running. — The first to show?” Fear ran through you. “What have you done Legolas? — I talked with my father.” Something sank within you. “About you.”

Your voice died in your throat. “I never meant to overstep my position, as your friend. I was worried about what he could have done to warrant such guilty actions from him. — What actions? Wait. Did he tell you…?”

Thranduil’s voice interrupted you both. His tall stature loomed over, albeit hunching over to pass through the leaves and come to you.

“Legolas, would you leave us for a moment, please.”

The gentleness in his tone surprised you. It seemed it was a normal occurrence for the Prince who reached and squeezed your arm reassuringly before leaving with a bow of his head.

“I believe we have much to talk about.”

Neither of you said another word, before he stepped forward and sat down next to you. It felt awkward to see your King in such an informal setting. You could see the discomfort it brought him to be this close to you. You were about to get up and go, when his hand pinned yours to the space between the two of you. Stunned, you looked at him straight on. He avoided your gaze at all costs, not taking the risk to say hurtful things again, out of spite. Out of fear.

“My rank demands an exemplary behaviour and it seems I have failed in that task.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you kept staring at his profile, making it hard for him to keep going. Through greeted teeth he added more words you never thought you would hear from him.

“My actions towards you were nothing short of ungraceful and puerile. You have my deepest apologies.”

Finally, he looked at you, tall and head held high. That was as far as he would go. Legolas might have had a hand in that forsaken apology. It was a needed humiliation, if he was to keep you in his court. With him. Near him.

“Sire, you have my sincerest thanks for this. There was no need for you to do so and you demonstrated a great kindness by this gesture.”

His face relaxed slightly, his jaw unclenching. His hand was still on yours. The feeling erupting from that meeting left you dizzy and energised at the same time.

“Was that all, Sire?”

Thranduil could see the hope on your face. Brows pulled down, frowning around your beautiful haunting eyes, lips pinched in a thin line. What took him over he would never know, for he did not recognise himself behaving like this.

“No. The kingdom is deeply grateful to have you back here with us. This land deserves excellency and perfection. That is why I can be demanding of my people. As well as of you.”

His hand gripped yours. You did not stop him from doing so, letting him finish his thoughts. He seemed to be needing it as much as you. A prickling in your eyes made you withdraw your hand for a moment to wipe it out. Your fingertips erased the tears down your cheeks, while your tongue felt as a leaded weight in your mouth.

“I understand.”

Only then did you put your hand over his, squeezing lightly. A sharp hope ran through him, a knife of helplessness felt deep in his bones. He did not want to recognise the feelings growing inside of him. He knew what they were anyhow.

“Thank you.”

Words ran away in the night. Your eyes found the sky again, the stars and the moon above lighting your way in the dark. He was staring. You could feel it. You kept on looking away, biting your lips and swallowing your tears down your throat. If this was what you could get, then you would take it. At least he was sorry. Your feelings, you could deal with on your own. Thranduil’s stare was boring into you with little care for his heartbeat accelerating. Here he was, sitting in the grass, in the middle of the night, watching someone he thought he had lost. Something to smile about, finally, he thought. He was committing to memory the shape of your nose. The curve of your chin. The apple of your cheeks, the soft trace of your eyebrows. The stubbornness and intelligence hiding in your eyes. As he did back when, his hand slipped down your cheek, bringing you to meet his eyes. He settled in your throat, slender fingers finding their place under your jaw. Half hooded eyes and a sharp inhale from your mouth were all it took for him to meet your lips. Slowly, both his hands came to cradle your face.

Then, you were the one to pull away. He frowned, trying to meet your eyes. You wouldn’t. Cradling his hand against your cheek, you pushed it away. Deep within, the restlessness of your heart had not gone quiet with his words. Only louder, the beating in your chest trashing around, begging to be freed.

“My lord, I… I understand. I really do understand what is at stake, here.”

You met his eyes, full of something you never thought you’d see again. Worry.

“Nonetheless, I want more.”

Thranduil opened his mouth to stop you. You stopped him first, the palm of your hand quietly overtaking his senses, when meeting with his face.

“This. What is happening here, I will not have it hidden away. I cannot. Not after this long. I…” You licked your lips, anxious at his reaction. “I belong to you. In whatever shape or form. But, if you give me this…” The skin of your thumb caressed down, meeting his lips. He had stopped moving. “There will be no going back. All out of the shadows. And, if you break my heart a second time, I will not be coming back.”

For someone with a patient talent for words, the King was left speechless. No proper sentence could carry his meaning. Only gestures, actions and demonstrations of his affection and commitment could. So he did. For the first time with you, he became hesitant, his mouth shaping itself around your throat, your open neck bathed in the moonlight. He clung onto your waist as one would a lifeline, your hands threading through his hair when he kissed you. His hunger and thirst for you was unmatched. Unparalleled. He had forgotten what that felt like.

That night, as many others afterwards, you found yourselves bound together, under the willow.

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[romanarose]

2000 followers!!!!

Graphic by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥰🥰

Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

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[pinkydevil16]

Sunshine Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen reader: part 4

Y/n did not understand why everyone feared her dragon, her father had tried to discourage her from going near the cannibal, but the strong willed girl simply showed them he was of no harm to her. She learnt of his history and only loved him more, taking him for rides every morning with Aemond and Vhagar. It had been hard to saddle cannibal due to his size and dislike of almost anyone but the young princess. Aemond had helped her to saddle Cannibal, it had taken weeks for the older dragon to warm up to him, however Vhagar and Cannibal seemed content to be with each other. Sleeping together and protecting their riders together, Viserys understood the fear of the two dragons. The Cannibal could not be determined in age or power and Vhagar had counquered kingslanding for the Targaryens. His two children holding the most powerful dragons they could possess, although Y/n had explained many times how she had shown her dragon love and claimed him it was not believed. No dragon could be claimed so gently, they were beasts which could not be fully controlled. They may believe as riders they own their dragons but a dragon chooses it's rider. The cannibal choosing Y/n was no mistake, the child who spilled sunshine from her every being chosen by the darkest and most protective dragon in westeros was not lost on the king. 

"Be careful with my baby, he's sensitive." Y/n spoke as the keepers shook with fear, cannibal climbing into the dragon pit far from the other dragons but Vhagar was quick to lay beside him.

"My dearest sister he is not a baby, he is older than Vhagar." Y/n spun around, a wide grin coming on her face as she ran to her brother, his scar healing well but the eye socket empty. Her small fingers tracing his scar as he watched her for any hint of disgust, deciding he was well she flicked his arm.

"He is my baby, he is my grumpy old man and you should treat him as you do me." Aemond smiled, pulling his sister into a tight hug. He missed seeing her in her full glory, but he had traded an eye for his dragon, something he could not bring himself to regret the moment Y/n had said she was proud of him. Cannibal huffed waiting for Vhagar to lean into him, the two oldest dragons enjoying their time together as they watched their riders. 

"I have missed you greatly Aemond, it is not natural to be so far apart." Y/n spoke her head in his neck as they swayed gently, the pair content to act as they pleased. They had been warmed but their mother the people would not understand their bond the same way she did. Alicent had seen it since they were babes, they were meant to be one, two halves that needed each other to live. Aemond felt himself feel normal as they embraced, without her he felt empty, unable to hide his darker side. He would only train and educate himself to be better whilst she seemed to float around making others happy in her presence. He wished he did not have to share her with others, he knew she was his personal sunshine as he was her personal bodyguard. A rose and the thorn which pricks if you get too close. 

As the twins neared their 13th name day Viserys had floods of marriage proposals nagging at him, every Lord and court member wanting to marry his daughter or betroth her to their son. He declined almost all, declaring she would be toured on her 16th name day to meet suitors and decide. Aemond had not liked that news, the two clinging to each other as they tried to argue with their father, she did not wish to marry she wished to stay at the redkeep and live with Aemond. They knew what they felt was not a normal bond, but it was not wrong, they were made for each other. Aemond had threatened every boy who tried to take Y/n from him and Y/n had shunned any of the girls at court who blushed at Aemond. For his 13th name day Y/n gifted Aemond a sapphire, expressing it was her favourite jewel and wished him to wear it as an eye. He did as she requested, she glowed as she smiled up at him.

"You are the most handsome man in westeros Aemond." She had stated as she kissed his scar, the affection not unlike them as they held hands. They truly were the only ones who mattered in the world in their eyes, the only person they trusted fully was the other. 

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[azure-cherie]

Pac : your next love partner ♡︎

Hii how are you doing, this pile would be focusing on your next love partner, take what resonates and leave the rest , likes , reblogs and feedbacks are really appreciated, enjoy 💖

Pile 1:

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮｡୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮

Your next love partner is someone emotionally intelligent, a friend a lover , they've been through a lot but because of this they have a kindled heart , could be into sports or swimming or something that requires body movement, they're a charmer , you will look at them and feel a tinge of excitement, although as soon as you start talking to them in a romantic way you will be all in , i think this relationship will last for a long time , they will teach you how to have fun in daily life , food/cafe dates with you , studying together, friends to lovers plotline , they're admire a lot , a lot of people look upto them because they have achieved something the others haven't, could be somewhat proud about their achievements, your person is dependable , reliable , could be too headstrong at times , values comfort and luxury in life , they will help in the re-establishment of peace in your life , a new pathway, you will heal with them , this is a connection written, i get something about healing with touch , they will be your safe space , you could talk about your family issues or how you feel about your goals and ambitions with them , they will always be a shoulder you can lean on .

Song : Salvatore by Lana del rey.

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Pile 2:

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮｡୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮

Your next love partner is someone who is kinda chaotic or you could say artistic, they do a lot of things or have multiple sources of income, they light up the room , sunshine energy, life's been a little chaotic for them recently but they're dealing with it , they're very romantic and very much into showcasing their talents, they're kind of a dreamer so they need a grounded person , maybe that's why this union will be happening they will really like how intelligent and focused you are , they will learn so much from you , however their quick nature may turn into the relationship being short lived, you could meet this person through family, friends or in a social gathering, you will instantly see their beautiful energy radiating and really admire them , they will help you in awakening your intuition, feeling your emotions, healing your heart chakra , if you are to reach a goal of yours they will be cheering on you , they are your greatest supporter . However the relationship might have some issues about misunderstandings so make sure you clear them and not run away if you really want this to be a long term thing.

Song : Sweet Boi by Chevy

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Pile 3:

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮｡୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮

This pile has either been single for a long time or the person coming in is a person coming back into your life , probably an ex , a person you knew when you were younger , either you or this person had put their pursuits regarding romance away because you or they wanted to focus on your goals in life , the cause of this is could be a confusing, abusive relationship, mental pressure, psychological abuse , im so sorry for the person who went through this , it was really hard , something about backstabbing, criticism, this could be about the past relationship or the connection with you could also be this way , it feels like a cycle of karma tbh . However the relationship if it's healthy will feel like a wish fulfilment, as if you're in cloud 9 on top of the world , a relationship like the sun and the moon , are you into manifestation this person could be the one whom you have manifested, okay okay there's some real deal for some people, some of you might move together, invest in a company, power couple vibes , the sexual attraction is very strong as well. You're their inspiration ,their strength, their muse . They will spoil you , you won't feel the lack . The time period of the relationship depends on both of you however i sense a lifetime love for some.

Song : Exist for love by Aurora

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Thank you so much for reading 💖

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[sunnydayjackass]

Who?

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair at all.

He could only piece together so much of what transpired, he knew what happened- how you were wronged, but some of the details, the amount of time between then to now, Jack only knew so much. You didn’t like to talk about it and he never blamed you, no- how could he? Never would he want to reopen a wound he was working so hard to heal. And he was doing anything and everything he could to make life easier, to make each day better than the last for you because that’s what best friends did. That’s what you did when you loved someone.

A concept Jack was convinced Ian was entirely unaware of yet the other man continued to take up real estate in your mind and occupy your thoughts with his incessant calling. It was constant, it was aggravating, didn’t he get the hint?? Jack wasn’t always proud of it but when you’d leave your phone unattended to grab snacks from the kitchen or change out of the uniform you hated so much, he’d ignore the call with a quick swipe over the red button on the touch screen and clear the notification. It was better that way- he told himself that. He’d seen the way your face would blanch or the slight furrow of your brow any time Ian’s name flashed across the lit screen. It was just better when he could give you some peace.

Jack was bent on being that peace for you and if it meant getting his hands a little dirty well…you’d understand. Wouldn’t you?

Today though…today at work, being called in on your day off right after Jack had gotten his first oh so real taste of you- Ian had to ruin that high further. Another call in the line of who knew how many but you’d mistakenly answered. Pleading and sniveling to attempt to reconcile, how badly Ian wanted to be with you after wronging you in such a way. To betray your trust, to wound your delicate heart, all was unforgivable as far as Jack was concerned. He could tell immediately upon seeing you that you were upset about it. That you’d been unprepared to take the call. The way your watery gaze lingered even when you tried to brush away at your cheeks and recompose yourself. You tried so hard to be strong, you were doing so well, Jack always made sure to praise you as often as he could for each step you were taking.

And he’d be damned if Ian was going to set that back. But hearing you say that you were moving on, even with that little stutter and crack in your voice- Jack knew the morning was still fresh in the forefront of your mind. The way you’d tugged on his shirt so meekly yet found the courage to slot your lips against his own, getting to trace his hands over the soft curves and dips of your body, the way your hips anchored down onto his own… Passing through the door, Jack inquires if you’re okay. You both know you’re not and Jack says as much with a little levity at the end to hopefully get a more positive reaction from you. And even though your eyes are still teary, that you manage to crack a little grin and chuckle; it’s enough for him. Anything from you is always enough. “…I want to hear your truths, they’re what make you…you. And I’m telling the truth when I say I’ll be here for you whether you’re okay or not.” From the highs to picking up the pieces, there is no place Jack would rather be than beside you. When he moves to touch you, to feel your warmth there’s a pause. The gears in your head are turning, what your thoughts are he can’t entirely be sure as you hold his hands in yours and put a tinge of space between you. It stings to have you pull away, to have these small forms of not quite rejection but hesitancy. It’s such a contrast from this morning he can’t help but place the blame solely on Ian- though he doesn’t voice this. No- instead he will prioritize your comfort, if he did something wrong or untoward. He just wants to help, sunshine. “I can help you. Just tell me what you want. What you need.” He hopes and prays every day that someday that question can be answered with you reaching out to him, for him. The mere thought has warmth bloom in his broad chest. Jack so badly wants to bridge that gap, to take that pain away from you, to pick back up where you’d been. You felt for him, he knew you did. Why else would you have made the first move? Jack hadn’t wanted to, despite the near constant urge to. He loved you and unless you felt the same, he didn’t want to ruin whatever relationship he could have with you. His lips part to say something else but the chime of the front door pulls both of your attention back from the bubble the pair of you find yourselves in. Following you back out while you give the greeting you loathe, it’s three men- one of which sneaks peeks at you, he's trying to be subtle that much Jack can tell but he’s also aware of the pink flush over his pale skin. There’s that little quirk of the same viscous feeling bubbling up as when Ian called. He shouldn’t be surprised, who wouldn’t find you wonderful? Who wouldn’t find you attractive? Despite all you’re going through, the hole you’re fighting to get yourself out of- Jack doesn’t feel you give yourself the credit you so deserve. As you do your job behind the counter, weighing and ringing up totals, Jack puts a warm hand at the small of your back innocuously. He feels you tense only for a second before relaxing against his touch that draws a warmer smile to his lips, rubbing small circles as the blushing boy from before dawdles his words before departing. It isn’t much longer until it’s time to close down shop, Jack puttering around behind you to keep you company as you do so and on the walk back home. Home, where he can see stress melt off your shoulders as you eagerly make way to your room to shuck off that uniform and into something comfy. Today’s choice is a well worn T-shirt sizes too big for you and loose fitting shorts with a drawstring that’s seemed to have been lost somewhere in the waistband. The shirt runs low and the shorts run high and ultimately between the nice view of your legs and the relaxed posture of your body as you flop onto the couch- Jack fluidly follows suit. Draping an arm over the back of the couch, with you tucked into his side again, Jack swallows and glances at you from the corner of his eye. “So…who’s Ian?” he prods gingerly, “You mentioned him before.” Good save, as he could see you give pause as though to rack your brain if you had or hadn’t. There’s a thoughtful look on his face as though he’s turning over the scraps of information he has himself. When Jack voices his concerns and you share your feelings, he wants nothing more than to make you forget about Ian. He voices his offer, smoothly that seems to make you shiver slightly against him. His arm shifts to instead rest around your shoulders, gloved hand massaging your shoulder soothingly. You raise your gaze to his and Jack slowly cranes his neck down his lips just a breath away. “Maybe it would be better if I did something about it…would you like that, Sunshine?” His voice is low, looking for your approval or your movement to rebuff him again. His breath fans over your lips and you tremble but push to meet his lips again with a soft mewl. Jack returns the kiss, lips working slowly over your own as his free hand rests on the plush flesh of your thigh and giving it an affectionate squeeze that has you pressing your thighs together. Maybe he can’t get rid of everything just yet, but for the moment…he can make you forget about Ian, he can touch you, love you, better than your cheating ex ever could. Jack’s tongue runs over the seal of your lips that you part obediently to let him taste you once again. Your hands clutch at him again, so eager and touch starved, your temperature feels like it’s spiking under his touch as his hand creeps upwards towards the flimsy cotton blend of your shorts. “Oh, Sunshine…” Jack pants softly resting his forehead against yours as he feels you squirm slightly on the couch. “…It’s been a long day…let me take care of you.” Jack croons against your skin as he lifts his hand from your thigh, pulling the glove away from his hand with his teeth. Your gaze is hungry as you watch him do so, feeling the throb between your legs and lower stomach. Jack shifts to cage you under him on the couch, you move that your legs are hitched comfortably at his hips, face flush in eager anticipation as his exposed hand pushes the oversized shirt up at your collar exposing your torso before dragging down to the waistband of the shorts. On instinct your hips lift for Jack who chuckles warmly meeting you for a kiss before dragging down your jaw line to your neck. Your breath hitches as his hand dips down the front of your shorts sneaking past the elastic of your underwear. A large finger swipes against your entrance, teasing at it gently as his lips press heated open mouthed kisses to the column of your throat. A need whimper that reverberates from you has Jack groaning hotly in your ear that has your hips bucking up into his hand needily. “I’ve got you…and you’ve got me.” He murmurs into your hair, his erection strains in his jeans but your pleasure is the priority- you are the priority. A thick digit begins to push inward, the first knuckle sinking into your depths that has your mouth parting in an absolutely sinful sound that has Jack’s teeth digging into his lower lip. “You feel so warm, Sunshine…so perfect.” He coos into your ear as he withdraws and pushes a few times, prepping you before sinking his finger in forward, curving up towards that gummy bundle of nerves that has you clenching around him. “So eager for me…just so good…” the praise drips from Jack’s lips like honey as your eyes glaze over in rapture before your lashes flutter shut to enjoy the euphoria. Your hands clutch the couch cushions so hard your knuckles turn white as Jack fingers you, slowly, oh so slowly to work you as you writhe against him eager to press your hips at his beckoning finer before a second digit sinks into your tight hole. You’re a mess from his fingers alone, Jack salivates at the idea of how you’ll feel stretched around his throbbing cock. Muffled words leave your lips that has Jack lift his head to take in your blissed out features, the way your cheeks are flushed a rosy hue up to your ears and down to your heaving chest. You’re just so fucking pretty like this. “…what was that, Sunspot?” Jack lilts softly, fingers stalling within you which in turn only pulls a sound of frustration from you as you peek up at him through your lashes. “…m-more…please Jack…” Your hands reach up to card through his brilliant blue locks and pull his face to yours in a searing kiss that has Jack reeling as his fingers resume their ministrations, your fingers pressing through his hair to lace around at the back of his neck to keep him close as you rock your hips in rhythm. To anchor him to you is such a beautiful thing, all Jack can focus on is you. Soft moans and mewls leave your lips as you gasp his name, hearing it from your mouth feels so right, it makes Jack feel so whole- he doesn’t know if you’ll ever know just how much he loves you but in this moment he’s willing to start showing a little more freely with the dam being broken. You feel pressure begin to build, the coil in your abdomen growing tight and hot within you as a third thick finger slides within you making you feel impossibly full. “Jack…’M gonna…” you whine looking at him with teary eyes as you scramble for words. Jack drops his head to your exposed chest, peppering it with sweet teasing kisses, heated tongue laving over your pert nipples before nipping at it teasingly causing your back to arch sharply. The warm haze settling around you with the slick sound of his fingers fucking you so lovingly paired with your wanton whimpers. He can feel you clenching around his fingers, slick drooling out of you and onto his hand, walls trying to suck his fingers in to continue pressing against those soft spots that make you see stars. “…I want to feel you cum…” He whispers against your skin between gentle love bites and kisses that trace back up to your mouth. You frantically paw for him to meet you in a sloppy kiss as fireworks explode between your eyelids with a muffled moan. Jack groans against your lips as he feels you climax, the spasms of your walls around his fingers that clench around him as he works you through your orgasm. Your breathing is ragged, lips kiss swollen and hair an endearing mess and matted to your forehead. Jack props himself up to watch you bask in your afterglow with all the love and adoration beaming- you feel like you’re under the warmth of the sun. “You did so well, Sunshine.” He murmurs fondly as he presses a delicate kiss to the crown of your head before removing his fingers from you eliciting a soft sound of protest from you now being empty. He sees your hazy gaze dart down to his erection and his gloved hand tilts your head to look him in the eyes. “Maybe another time…you’re exhausted. Let me clean you up and tuck you in, okay?” He can tell that you want to protest but know you don’t have the energy to go through with it- not with the day you’ve had. “I told you, I was going to take care of you.” He smiles softly, running his thumb over the plane of your cheekbone before fixing your clothing and gently coaxing your form into his arms. He loves how you nuzzle into his broad chest and sling your arms around his neck. Carrying you to the bedroom, you shuck out of your clothes that feel sweaty and sticky and extend your arms with that still blissed out look lingering lightly on your features. Once you’re perched safely on the bed rather than your weak leg, Jack slides off his jacket and shirt that slip over your head. Another sight he hopes to see more of and will never tire of. He disappears for a moment into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean you carefully before gathering it and your spent clothes into the hamper. Joining you in the plush mattress, Jack tugs the blankets up around the pair of you and you give a content sigh as you curl into him, sleep taking you quickly. For a while he lays there beside you, arm around you and other hand stroking your hair soothingly. Ian who?

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[tapesfrom1980]

i dont want more sean or daniel stuff...

i NEED more sean or daniel stuff!!!!!

(i lov ur writing .

invisible string , daniel diaz

this one was meant to be fluff but turned a little depressing </3

daniel stared at the sky, reminiscing about everyone and everything.

he thought about his dad, he thought about sean. he thought about lyla. he wondered what life could’ve been if that day outside his house hadn’t happened.

he had lost everyone he loved and cared for and had always carried an immense amount of guilt for it.

“danny?” the blonde boy turned opened his eyes to look back at a beautiful girl staring back at him with a smile.

he might have lost his family, and he would never heal from that. but he had gained someone he considered to be the embody of an angel.

y/n, who he considered to be the sunshine in his life. he had never been so grateful to have someone like her especially because of his past.

“can i lay with you?” she smiled shyly. daniel returned her smile and pulled her into him as she giggled.

“you look beautiful today mi amor.” he kissed her face all over as she laughed and told him to stop.

“and you look so handsome mi vida.” she bit down her lip with a grin. daniel took this time to look at her face and admire every aspect of it. he wondered how he had been blessed with someone so perfect and loving and so beautiful at the same time.

“daniel?” she snapped him out of his train of thought. “de que piensas?” she asked.

“about how much i love you. how lucky i am to have you by my side. i think i really am the luckiest man alive.”

y/n laid her head into his neck shyly.

“i love you, i really love you danny. i’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

“i wish you could’ve met sean and my dad, they would’ve loved you. you would’ve gotten along with my dad so well.” daniel smiled sadly.

y/n gave him a reassuring smile back.

“they sound amazing, im sure they’re looking down here and protecting you and i from afar. i have a feeling they’re not completely gone.”

daniel didn’t say anything. he was scared if he did he would’ve started crying into y/n’s hair. he simply took her hand and intertwined their fingers. she was the best thing he could’ve asked for.

unknown to y/n and daniel, when esteban lived in puerto lobos, he was friends with y/n’s dad.

on a beautiful friday night daniel and y/n will be packing their things to move in a new house together. a polaroid picture of their two dads laughing with their arms around their shoulders as young teenagers will fall and daniel and y/n will have a moment of realization.

while she didn’t get to directly meet esteban, a piece of herself did. and to her and daniel, that was more than they could’ve been blessed with.

#tapesfrom1980 #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz x reader

[yanderelovlies]

So weird idea I had but…..Jack and Bo finding out their S/O is a magical girl? They’ve been living a whole ass double life as one and hiding it from them. How would they react? Would you be ok writing something like that in the future?

-Fae

Hehehehehe, I love magical girl animes that's a core childhood memory right there. Also yes Fae I'm sssssoooo fucking willing to write this 💕💕💕💕💕

You already had the role given to you by the time you had met him. You had grown to love the role not only for the power it had given you but for the smiles and praise you get from the people. However, with this role comes enemies who want your downfall at any cost. So to protect those you hold dear, you never yo anyone that nperson saving the world was you. You've done it for so long that you thought nothing of it until he came along. You loved him dearly, but it was getting harder and harder not telling him. He stuck to you glue and always worried when you were gone for too long.

One day, you couldn't keep it from him. Not when he watched you transform and beat the villain at the cost of a near hospital visit. He did awnseres and now.

Sunny Day Jack

You were in the shower when Jack came home. He was still reeling over the information. This whole time, you've been the one risking their life to protect the city. On the one hand, he is proud that you would do something so selfless.

However, on the other hand, you were risking your life and never told him. What if one day you gone without expiration? What what was he to do then?

So when you walked out of the shower clean ,cozy, and some bruises showing, he decided to finally talk to you about it. "Sunshine....can I speak to please?"

"Yeah! Of course!" You curled up on the couch facing him with an eyebrow raised. "Is everything okay?"

Jack shook his head. "I.....I know your secret....I know your the one that's been protecting everyone."

Your eyes widened at his confession, clearly taken back "how did you-"

"I saw it with my own eyes. After you left our lunch I got worried...."

"So you followed me?"

Jack could shame at the confession at following you, but he didn't let that stop him. He has to know more. "Yes, but can't you blame me? There was a fight outside, and you just ran out yelling about your house!"

You looked down, and there was a brief silence before you finally spoke. "I'm sorry, Jack....I didn't mean to keep it from you."

"Why did you?"

You looked up again, your eyes meeting his. "To protect you. I've made plenty of enemies doing this.....I didn't want you to be casualty because of me."

From ther4 you explained everything to him. How you got the powers, who your enemies are, and why you keep doing. Jack had long lost why he was upset. He was amazed by you, and how deeply you cared for him and the people.

So when you were done speaking, Jack took your hands in his "y/n thank you for telling me everything. I'm sorry if I seemed upset at first. I was just worried about you... you mean the world to me." He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. "I'm so proud of you and everything you do. You have my full support"

It's hard to see you coming home hurt, but he always helps you heal your wounds and give you praise because he loves you, and wants to support you in any way he could.

Bo

When he was in his digital prison, it was easier to hide it from him, but once he got out, he made it difficult. With his smell, he hardly got past him. So it was no surprise he found out your identity with his smell alone. Sure, it was a little distorted, but he knew it was you and wasted no time jumping your bones about it.

Maybe after a battle wasn't the best time to bring it up, but he was full of so much adrenaline he could help but tackle you as soon as your feet touched the ground.

"Puppy, are you okay?! Are you hurt anywhere?!"

You looked up to him wide eyes before trying to push him away in your panic "please citizen I-I need to go!"

Bo tilted his head, confused by your attitude. " Citizen?? It's me, Bo! Your mate!"

You could hear the gathering crowd whisper. Now everyone knows! Now Bo will be a target! Finally able to push him away, you escaped the scene before more could be said. It was going all wrong, and all you wanted to do was protect him.

Bo didn't see you till later that night. You were sobbing on the couch when he could you. "Puppy there you are!.....what's wrong?"

"You weren't suppose to know Bo!"

His eyes widened as he walked closer "......why?"

You finally looked up at him, tears still streaming down your face "because someone could hurt you.....just because your close to me.....I don't want that."

Bo could feel his worry disappear. You were worried about protecting him. As much as that made giddy, he knew you had nothing to worry about he could protect himself and you!

"Oh puppy...." He walked over and sat on the couch with you before pulling you into his arms. "I promise I'm not going anywhere no matter who makes enemies of! I will always be right here when you need me."

Maybe it was the reassurance in his voice, or you just really wanted to believe his words. Whatever the case, maybe those words put you at ease. Him knowing isn't the end.....right?

#magical girl au #sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #sunny day jack x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #yandere x reader #dachabo bo x reader #dachabo x reader #dachabo #dachabo bo #bo x reader

[rainbowsky]

YIBO-OFFICIAL Story Exchange Responses

As we saw in the recent 12/12 post from YIBO-OFFICIAL, they responded to 3 of the story exchange cards from readers. Here are those responses.

Thanks to @potteresque-ire for translating! 💖.

As you may remember, YIBO-OFFICIAL invited everyone to exchange stories using the card provided. They got a lot of responses.

My name is

Recently

I feel

After winter passes, I prepare to

DD's responses:

Recently: My movie "Nameless" has been scheduled for the first day of the Lunar New Year.

I feel: A little excited.

After winter passes, I prepare to: I haven't made up my mind yet. Step by step.

We did a mini version of this on Tumblr as well. You can see my responses here.

YIBO-OFFICIAL chose three responses to reply to.

Response 1

Recently: An elderly in the family passed away. Hustled daily by livelihood onto the highways (i.e. travelling a lot to make ends meet). Listening to Like the Sunshine.

I feel: Very warm and very healing. (Pie note: the fan make use of Y-O's prompt to say she feels the song is very warm and very healing).

After winter passes, I prepare to: Take the whole family to see Hidden Blade on the Lunar New Year.

It was accompanied by this post:

The studio response:

Time passes by, and those who come with it are all but passing travellers.

To have met and become family, to have left warm recollections in each other’s lives, is already a happy memory of this life.

(I) hope your life moving forward will be filled with the breaths of sunlight. Hold tight the hands of your family, embrace the skies that are bluer than yesterday’s, and make bloom in your life even more resplendent flowers.

The person who sent in the original card posted a follow-up response when they saw the studio's reply:

I really didn’t expect that I would be replied by @YIBO-OFFICIAL.

I’m a “mom fan” born in 1978, my son is 17 years old and is having his college entrance exam this year. My son knows that I’m fanning Wang Yibo, and has always supported me!

In 2019, because of repeated recommendations from friends, I was going to Changsha to participate in Happy Camp and with the 5-hour voyage, I downloaded Chen Qing Ling!

I couldn’t get into it at first, but eventually I got more and more fascinated by it. The next day, I saw the photo of my son (translation note: referring to Dd here, since she’s “mom fan”, i.e., she sees Dd as a son) at the Hunan Broadcasting Station and I thought he looked familiar, but didn’t know he was the actor who played Lan Wangji!

Attracted by Lan Wangji, I started to do some digging. I first watched Gank Your Heart, then One More Try. The more I dug, I discovered that behind the sunny smile of my son was the hard work in foreign countries since childhood, was the sacrifice of his teenage years, was his stumbles along his way. From the bottom of my heart, I ached for this child and I started guarding him, becoming a “mom fan”! At least for 1231 days already!

Wang Yibo, thank you for making my ordinary Chinese life colorful, thank you for letting me have the companionship of a lot of like-minded people. Thank you for warming my fourth winter!

Grow with you and work hard with you!

Response 2

Recently: Family and I have all been ill. Haven't recovered yet.

I feel: Somewhat tired.

After winter passes, I prepare to: Be disciplined in maintaining a daily schedule of work and rest and in diet, and stay healthy

It was accompanied by this post:

The studio response:

The miseries of life and illnesses seem to never inform anyone, their sudden “honorary visit” catching people off guard. As such, I hope, at this intersection between the end and the start of the years, that you’ll find the fulcrum of balance in life, overcome life’s miseries and bodily ailments, be good about eating, drinking water, sleeping, living life and getting along with family, become each other’s harbour and you can, too, be a child who makes your dad and mom proud!

In the new year, embrace yourself, embrace your family, embrace love and the visit of happiness ~

Response 3

Recently: Work keeps requiring overtime and is so, so busy, but (I) have loved myself well.

I feel: Very lost. (I) don't like my current job, (I) will try my best to adjust my mentality.

After winter passes, I prepare to: Switch to a work environment I like. Love life like sunshine, live warmly and happily!

Many people lose the small blessings of life amidst their busy work, but (I'm) so glad that in your busy work, you haven't forgotten to love yourself.

Life has its ups and downs like that. Like the skies above our heads are sometimes sunny and sometimes raining, but (I) believe every kind and sincere child will be gifted by life, and good luck will find you in a chance encounter.

Winter will leave. Spring will bring the leaves of hope. Rainbow will bring you luck. Hope you'll find a work environment you like, and live warmly and happily.

Thanks again, Pie, for making this all accessible to us. You are such a massive help!! ❤️❤️❤️

#wang yibo #like the sunshine #yibo official

[aria-ashryver]

Taking the opportunity on the @choicesfandomappreciation 🌸Self-Love Day🌸 to write myself a goddamn love letter because hell yeah, me @ me, look at you go!!!

A little sad that I haven’t seen anyone on my tl showing themselves the love an appreciation they are due, so to anyone who happens to see this: you are so worthy of love.

There is one person who is going to be by your side 100% of the way, every second of your life, and that’s you. Be your own best friend. One of the sweetest acts of rebellion you can seize in a world that wants nothing more than your continued pain and conformity is to take a stand and love yourself without shame.

You are so important, sunshine. I’m proud of you for being here 💛

On that note!

(Burying the rest of this under the cut, bc I myself am inherently a walking trigger warning at this point.

TW: incurable cancer / illness / mentions of death)

Dear Aria,

Been a bit of a shitty year, huh? 🌻

If things had gone your way, you’d be halfway through your first pregnancy by now. Instead, the only thing in your body is, to quote your oncologist, one of the worst tumors he’d seen in his entire medical career.

You didn’t ask for this. I don’t think anyone in their right mind would ever ask to get sick, let alone to land themselves a diagnosis of cancer so aggressive it had already metastasised in the time between diagnosis and your first dose of chemotherapy. 

This could have gone really, really bad. A diagnosis like this, even ten or fifteen years ago -- you’d be dead by now. Five to ten years ago, you’d have won a few years to settle your affairs; you’d have lost your ability to walk when they operated on the cancer in your hip bones, more mobility, depending on whether they operated on the cancer in your spine.

Had they operated to excise the tumor in your breast tissue and your lymph nodes right at the time of diagnosis ~6 months ago, you’d have needed a full mastectomy. A couple weeks later, and your tumor was so large, they couldn’t have safely operated on you anyway. Another week and you found out you were stage 4, not stage 2. 

Stage 4 cancer patients aren’t a good candidate for surgery, as it happens. They might yet turn you down. Once your cancer has metastisised, that’s kind of it. You’re up shit creek, my love. You’re in “incurable” territory. You can (and will!) get rid of the tumors with chemo -- and your oncologist is pushing the surgery department to treat you as functionally stage 3, because, by no small miracle, the cancer in your bones is showing signs of sclerosis I.e. repair.

You are healing. 

But the cancer is going to come back. It might come back as ovarian cancer next time, or lymphoma, but the doctors are certain that, left untreated, that “next time” is guaranteed.

Its okay though, honey. You got onto a really good chemo regime, and part of your treatment plan is preventative medicine. Yes, it’s going to mean hospital visits for the rest of your life. But it’s gonna be every three weeks, instead of weekly. It’s gonna mean visits that last only an hour or two, instead of like seven. 

…Yes, it will mean you can never carry a child. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know that is one of the things that broke your heart the most. But you always wanted to adopt. That dream of a family isn’t dead and buried, and neither are you. You and me, we are going to keep it that way, ‘kay?

I know you are exhausted. But you are facing this beast with relentless joy, and I’m proud of you for that.

I know you are terrified that the chemo will stop working. I know you don’t want to die. You won’t. That isn’t your story. You have too much joy to grow and too many smiles to bring to let this be your final chapter. 

I know you are sicker than you let on, to anyone, maybe even to yourself. But you know what the really cool thing is, though all of this?

✨You’re still writing.✨

Your nails have shredded away from their beds as the chemo attacks your cells, but you are still writing.

The nerves in your hands, in your arms, are getting progressively more damaged, but you are still writing.

Your regime is one of the more intense ones; you come home from treatments and your grasp of language is all but gone; it is impossible to think straight… but you take a deep breath, and refuse to get frustrated at yourself for something that is not your fault, and you. Keep. Writing.

Sometimes you have to step back from your laptop because the nausea is too much; your muscles are cramping so terribly you can’t possibly sit at your desk for another second; the headaches split your skull open.

Constant nose bleeds. Blurred vision. Fatigue so intense you don’t even have the energy to cry about it. So many injections and IV lines you're getting scars on your hands.

Through it all, you come back, and you write.

You’ve been handed a diagnosis out of nowhere that could have broken a lot of people. I know at times it would be easier to crawl back in bed and put your life on hold while you try to get better. Instead, you’ve said “nah, respectfully, fuck that” and tried your damndest to find something to smile about every day.

I know your lung capacity is reduced from the chemo toxicity, so you can’t really sing any more. Your heart’s capacity to pump blood around your body is damaged, so you can’t go dance like an idiot in your bathroom any more when you need a pick-me-up (let’s be real, you looked like a dork anyway). And write now, writing is so, so, so fucking hard.

(Not that anyone would believe that, based on the length of this post lol. But people don’t see how many times you’ve had to take a break to shake the pain from your hands. Because you try not to talk about it. But now is the time to talk about it. Now is the time to say: I see you, my love. I see how much you are hurting, and I’m proud of you that you’ve chosen to keep on going.)

You are going to get better. You’ll live with the potential for more cancer for the rest of your life, yes, but you’ll live. You’ll live, and you’ll write.

(Hey, did you know you've managed to add 63,721 words to your longfic since your diagnosis? And done a lot of original worldbuilding and lore and nuanced character studies? Good job! Cool story! Hell yeah, queer vampires! 🖤🩸🥰🦇🔥💪💓)

You have stories to tell.

The story for today is I love you.

The story for today is they all lived happily ever after.

Don’t let that light go out 💛 I'm rooting for you.

All my love,

Aria

xx

#choices spread kindness #self love day #choicesspreadkindness #aria pincushion tally: #96 #tw cancer #tw illness #tw death

[early20sfailingplenty]

I was genuinely brave today and I wanna tell the Sinclairs about it but I can't so I'm telling all of you🥹🥹🥹

Okay so yesterday when I was grocery shopping, my work senior texted me to ask if I wanted to drop one of my shifts so I would have more time for uni. That WOULD help me out BUT financially I cannot afford to lose £2-300 a month. It was just sprung on me and instead of making a snap decision I asked if I could have time to think on it and promised to tell her my decision tomorrow (today). So I think on it, I got upset and angry (still haven't quite figured out yet why I got defensive but I think it's because the way she asked me, made me feel like she was saying I'm incapable of working four days a week and doing a degree. That's NOT what she was saying, but that was my snap emotional response. Obviously I didn't act on it and just asked her for thinking time). I do all my numbers once I'm home and yes, I canNOT afford to lose that money but yes it would help me academically. So time or money, which is it?? I picked money, I had to. Mum agreed, dad disapproved last night but this morning told me he agreed with me. So, fine, it's decided. So then today, I go into work, and half hour before the end of my shift, my work senior comes up to me and says, are you ready? I say yes, we find a quiet room.

HERE'S WHERE I WAS BRAVE.

Okay so she asked me again if I wanted to drop a shift to make uni easy on me and I said no thank you, financially I can't afford it but also I just REALLY love my job and I wanna stay on my four days a week. I didn't hesitate, and I didn't hold back. I was truthful and honest and I was as polite as possible given how angry I was yesterday. She then said that she loves having me on her team and doesn't want me to lose any hours either but she's just thinking about me and my mental health because she doesn't want to find out that I've been awake for 32 hours between work and uni EVER again because I'm one of her girls and if that's happening then she isn't doing her job to take care of us properly. So then I pulled out my notebook and showed her what needs to be revised between now and October and what this year will be like (see below pictures. This is the PREP WORK alongside learning an entire computer software programme we will use regularly AND six online labs to complete).

And she sat and thought for a moment because I refuse to compromise on my job not only because I'm stubborn but also because I just genuinely can't afford losing that kinda money and then she asked for all of my assignment deadline dates, all my lecture dates, etc etc and I gave them to her (I don't have lecture dates or group project dates yet because I get them in mid September) and she wrote them in her diary and said that she's gonna make sure that I have at least two days off in a row for all of those weeks so I can fully concentrate on my assignments and she asked that when I get the other info, that I give them to her so she can pencil me in as needing a day off. She also said that when I get my textbooks and the platform opens up, to bring my laptop into work and she's gonna sit down with me and work out a day by day plan for the first week and then I can copy that for all the other weeks so that I have time for my job AND uni AND free time without sacrificing one or the other.

I'm so so happy, I was expecting to be forced to give up one shift a week and I expected to be forced into what I didn't want but she listened and was so lovely and accommodating and good to me.😭😭😭 AND THEN SHE DROVE ME HOME BECAUSE MY KNEE STILL ISN'T FULLY HEALED BUT IT ALMOST IS😭😭😭😭😭honestly she was so kind it genuinely stunned me and I feel like I'm waiting for the shoe to drop...

And I just.... Proud Sinclairs because I'm getting braver and more vocal and confident???? Please have I earned Bo's smirk and Vincent's approving "mmf" and Lester's sunshine smile???😭😭😭😭

I'm getting so much braver now and saying no more often and pushing back and finding the spine my abusers took from me almost a decade ago. I'm doing it I'm doing itttt and now I just gotta keep good on my promise and make it work and not lose myself in the process...

[ruesyblues]

It was a quiet night in Gotham, and a quiet night meant that even one vigilante was barely needed, let alone two. Damian was perfectly capable of handling a couple of handbag snatchers on his own, so what was Jon even doing here?

“I’m here to see you, of course,” Jon said, all sunshine smiles.

Damian just scowled. He was back in school now, at his father’s insistence and Richard’s request, and the other kids all looked at him suspiciously, like they could tell that there was something strange about him. It chipped away at something inside him that had just started to heal, to be treated as different again after finally feeling like he was belonging.

“Does Metropolis not need its hero?” he asked.

Jon shrugged. “There’s not a lot of night time crime there.”

How boring. “And your boyfriend? Does he not want you around?”

Jon’s smile faltered a little at that. “It’s not like we’re attached. I don’t see him all the time.”

Damian scoffed. “You’ve texted him thrice since you got here.”

“Wha- how do you know that?” Jon asked. He seemed irritated. When they were children he would have been impressed.

“You make the same face every time you get a text from him,” Damian replied.

“Oh,” Jon said.

It was nice, honestly. Jon had always had a massive heart, and Damian was pleased to see that he’d fallen for someone who seemed equally infatuated with him. Jon deserved to be loved like that.

He didn’t know how to say that though. He’d managed an “I’m happy for you” back when he’d first found out, but that seemed too small, somehow, for someone who was supposed to be his best friend. How could he tell Jon that he was proud of what he’d become and was becoming?

How could he talk about how Jon deserved to be loved when he himself had never felt that kind of love?

“So what is it?” he said, “Did he find a kitten in a tree that he needs you to rescue? Or is there a sudden shortage of pink hair dye?”

Apparently, when sincerity failed him he resorted to sarcasm.

“You’re in a bad mood today,” Jon said, now sounding properly annoyed. “If you don’t want me around then just say so.”

Jon used to be able to read through Damian’s cutting remarks, and see what he was really trying to say. What had happened, in the years they hadn’t seen each other, that had led to them failing to understand each other?

He shrugged. “I never asked you to be here.”

“Fine.” Jon stood, and yanked on the cape he’d taken off. He muttered something, too quiet to hear.

“What?” Damian asked sharply. He had never heard Jon sound like this.

Jon glared. “I said, you can be such a child sometimes, grow up.”

Oh.

Something must have shown on Damian’s face, because the irritation drained out of Jon’s expression.

“Damian,” he said.

Damian turned away, refusing to look at him. Maybe that was childish. “Leave,” he said, forcing his voice to remain steady.

“Dami, come on…”

“There are no metas allowed in Gotham,” he said, “Don’t make me enforce that now.”

It was a bullshit rule, and they all knew it. His siblings had been bringing in their superpowered friends for years. Jon didn’t call him out on it though, he just turned and took off. Damian didn’t look, not until he was sure that the red and blue speck had vanished from the sky.

He checked his watch. It was almost dawn. If he headed back now, he’d get three hours of sleep before school.

He turned on his comm. “Batgirl.”

There was a crackle, and then Stephanie’s voice. “Hey! What’s up? Everything fine?”

“Yes,” Damian replied, “I wanted to ask if you can cover my patrol zone for the next few hours?”

“Sure thing,” Steph replied, “Honestly I’m not sure you should even be patrolling on school nights.”

After Jon’s comment, that grated on his already frayed nerves. “I’m perfectly capable,” he replied, icy.

“I know,” Steph said, unperturbed, “But I remember how it killed me to juggle college and our nightwork. There’s nothing wrong with taking a break.”

“I suppose,” Damian allowed.

“Anyways, yeah, I can totally cover your patrol,” Steph said, “Go home, get some sleep kiddo.”

“Don’t call me that,” Damian snapped.

There was a pause, filled with the crinkle of static. “Okay,” Steph said slowly.

He felt guilty, because Steph had done nothing to deserve his ire. That blame fell on Jon, and Jay Nakamura, and the Legion of Superheroes who’d kept Jon away for so long that they’d forgotten how to be friends anymore.

“I apologise,” he said stiffly.

“No worries,” Steph said easily, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I'll see you,” he agreed, then disconnected the comm line. He stared at the sky, not sure what he was looking for. When nothing materialized, he pulled out his grapple and leapt off the building, heading in the direction of home.

#I was planning on turning this into a whole fic with a happy ending but never got around to it #anyways enjoy the angst #damian wayne #robin #jon kent #superboy #superman #jay nakamura #jonjay #super sons #stephanie brown #steph brown #fanfiction #fanfic #angst #dc #batfam #bat family #batman #rue's queues

[legendofzoodles]

LOZ Character Analysis/Rant

Hero of the Wild 3 || The Champions 

There are only two things I dislike about Link’s character in BoTW.

The first is that the wild child doesn’t use a shield in any of the memory cutscenes...and this one here. The second is his detachment from the Champions and any friends/family he might have had. 

I don’t just mean the blank stares he gives everyone in memory cutscenes and after fighting the Blights, I also mean the fact that in the story he purposefully keeps his distance from them.

~~~

Cinnamon Fishfinger

Don’t @ me, but I prefer to ship Link and Mipha. I’m a sucker for childhood friends okay? There are so many ways relationships can change over time and that’s something I personally love to explore. 

So, Mipha’s known Link since he was 4 years old, as stated in her diary, ‘a Hylian child of only about four years of age,’ as he went to Zora’s domain to train. To her he was a reckless, talented ball of sunshine, full of smiles and with the largest roundest eyes known to man. In short, he was a cute kid or in her words, ‘...adorable.’ 

He also seems to have a fascination with healing magic too. As he grew up it would gradually become less special to him, like most things from childhood.

It is suggested in her diary that there was a period of time, maybe a couple of years, where the two didn’t see each other because Link stopped visiting the domain. The quote ‘He no longer resembles the child I first met,’ suggests that it’s been a while and that she’s now starting to see him in a new light. She also lists his recent accomplishments, is shown to be very proud of how far he’s come and has always believed in him. It’s not clear what prompted him to stop coming, but Mipha is aware that something changed in Link. He was still the ‘kind soul’ she knew, but spoke less and smiled rarely. 

Not a fan of the ‘I feel he is ever looking past me, into the distance beyond...’, since it suggests that he could have turned to look at her, but he’s choosing to keep looking forward. It’s poetic that she attributes it to his ‘newly acquired height’, it’s a pretty metaphor for how she won’t ever be able to understand what he sees...because she’s smol. It’s also a cute nod to her attraction to him. 

What hurts is that she tried. She tried to her him to tell her what was wrong. She tried to understand his pain but he wouldn’t let her in. Plus their duties as Champions meant that they couldn’t spend much time together hence her bittersweet dialogue during her memory cutscene in BoTW. But even still Mipha made and effort to reconnect with him. 

It’s literally no secret that Mipha was in love with Link. Well, somehow it was a secret to everyone in Zora’s domain and even her father, with only her brother Sidon figuring it out decades later. Mipha was a very shy person, so I doubt she would have told anyone about her feelings and therefore the only way for people to catch on is if she slipped up. I think Urbosa caught on and maybe Revali too, if he spent enough time with the Champions. Daruk and Zelda not so much...

Which leaves Link. Gonna go out on a limb here and say that he didn’t know she was in love with him. He knew he meant a lot to her, but wasn’t aware those feelings were romantic. This is because (for obvious reasons) Mipha’s feelings would have blossomed fairly recently- possibly due to Link not visiting Zora’s domain  and coming back different each time. And since in the year or so leading up to the Calamity, Mipha and Link had been spending less time together, it’s fair to assume that Link just didn’t notice.

All of page 5 of her diary just gives me the warm fuzzies. The fact that Link came to see her is huge! Mipha didn’t say that he came to check up on the soldiers or to fight the lynel, he came specifically to see her. Perhaps this was after her request to see more of him or it was this visit that made her want to spend more time with him. Either way this shows he cares about her, he enjoys her company, maybe being with her is like a break from all the intense training, plus being at Zora’s domain means he doesn’t have to deal with prying eyes in Hyrule Castle. 

‘He insisted he would be fine on his own,’ the fact that he asked her to go back when she followed him to fight the lynel because he wanted her to know that he could do it by himself is precious. It’s sounds more like to me that he worries that she still sees him as a little kid and wants to prove himself. It can’t that he doesn’t think she can help, I’m sure he knows and respects her as a warrior and he wouldn’t be too worried about her getting hurt, because she’s a healer who can kick ass. 

They argued about it! They were both that stubborn. I can just imagine them trying to one up each other while blushing like idiots. Mipha’s never had a problem with getting Link to talk to her, as shown by page 5 he speaks to her just fine. 

Also they way she describes his fighting style and resolves to use one of his techniques the ‘spin attack’, is again too cute. I wonder if Link did all those fancy moves during the lynel fight just to show off a bit. 

Mipha went through the trouble of making the armour in secret meaning that she knew she had a chance. I’m under the impression that she would have given the armour to Link after the Calamity, because giving it to him before would just be a selfish and really insensitive thing to do, even if he did accept her proposal. The fact that she jumps straight to engagement is a testament to how close she feels she is with him. 

I think he might have accepted her feelings...in AoC, not so much in BoTW. There was just too much going through Link’s head and so much that Mipha wasn’t privy to that he wouldn’t accept her proposal before the Calamity. Afterwards he might have, but...uh...she’s a ghost now. Bummer.

Would’ve been nice to have had baby shark as a brother-in-law. Doo doo do doo do doo.

Lightning my Queen

Urbosa was the Champion Link was the least close with. She wasn’t really anything to him other than a work colleague with some motherly tendencies. Think about it, Link is too over qualified to be any sort of mentee (apart from leadership advice), they don’t have any history prior to being made Champions and Urbosa cares way more about Zelda than she does him.

Which doesn’t mean that she doesn’t care about him at all, it’s just that everything to do with them related to Zelda. Since it was announced that he would be Zelda's guardian knight she wanted them to get along. She knew why ‘Zelda was... uncharacteristically cold toward Link,’ but didn’t hold it against him. 

Page 6 of her diary is interesting. She seems to take a backseat approach in getting Link and Zelda to be friends- seeing it as ‘none’ of her business. Plus she doesn’t seem to have much of an interest in him outside of Zelda. That feeling is mutual as Link seems to see Urbosa the same way, asking her to help him get to Zelda after she ran off without him and hide in Gerudo Town. 

Btw I don’t like the line ‘He tells me Zelda exploited our law that restricts men from entering town to slip away from him,’ because it kind of contradicts his confusion at Zelda’s rage when she snaps at him at the shrine- like, either he knows what’s going on with her or he doesn’t. And that line heavily suggests that he knows she’s avoiding him. If the King directly ordered him to go to her then I could see him still being in the dark. Also...this was really early into his job as her knight and was taking his duty seriously and of course had no reason to suspect that she hated him. But I digress. 

She wanted them to ‘get along’ ; didn’t see much use in giving Link advice when Zelda would be a much better confidant. Outside of getting the teens to get to know each other, Urbosa never really took much of a personal interest in Link. And he didn’t seem to fussed about getting to know her either. Both Urbosa and Daruk are the golden oldies of the group, where Urbosa took the laid back aunt method, Daruk was a much more hands on sort of uncle...

Bestest boulder Boi 

Page 3 reveals the first meeting between Link and Daruk, which occurred before he officially became a Champion. Daruk thought Link was being attacked by monsters but when he got close Link killed them all and then saved Daruk after a stray monster jumped him. He was impressed with the tiny Hylian’s ‘Goron-like strength’ and even had a dopey expression when Link saved him, like he couldn’t quite believe it. I like to think Link did notice, it would have made him warm up to him much faster.

Goodness, page 4′s ‘He liked it so much he was speechless’, is hilarious. Like, no Daruk sweetie, the poor boy was probably suffering indigestion. But the use of ‘speechless’ was pretty interesting, it leads me to believe that Link spoke to Daruk freely. Daruk also doesn’t say that Link is unusual or quiet, so Link probably feels more relaxed around Daruk. 

The two of them became brothers for life due to two things: Training and eating. Daruk fed him rocks and Link was happy to share combat tips with him. 

Page 6′s quote ‘I hadn't talked with Link in a while’, is also really cute. Even after not seeing each other for a while they still get along like a house on fire. Link probably spent as much of the inauguration ceremony with his Goron brother as possible. Much better than chatting up upperty nobility.

‘I asked Link for advice, but he just shoved me into the Divine Beast so I could explore it aimlessly all day,’ from page 7 irks me. Not the advice bit, that’s cute af. I love that Daruk goes to Link for advice. Either he thought that Link would have some knowledge the Divine Beasts from hanging around Zelda or he just wanted some simple advice from the homie. It’s the fact that Link so easily, wordlessly and literally pushed Daruk into the solution. As I said in the previous post, I believe that this incarnation of the hero is relatively emotionally aware, not that he’s this observant guy who knows you better than yourself. 

Just...where was this perceptiveness when it came to Zelda or Revali? 

That being said I don’t think that’s what made Link do what he did. Daruk writes, ‘Little guy's strength must come from workin' hard and never givin' up,’ which means that Link’s advice stemmed directly from how he trained himself/ what he feels is the best way to learn. Link’s way of doing things? Face it head on! Don’t run away, don’t hide, just deal with it. 

Zelda has the opposite attitude towards her Sacred duty and Revali has never addressed his animosity towards Link head on either. Maybe that’s why he was less eager to become friends with them.

This is actually pretty perceptive on Daruk’s part, maybe that’s why Link likes him so much, Daruk can understand him without him needing to spill his life story. He was also a chill drama-free friend, the complete opposite to everyone’s favourite salty birb...

Rev it up 

I love Ravioli a lot, so I did a whole ass analysis of his character:

Link here

I will say though, I think Link disliked Revali. And I don’t mean that he felt intimidated by him or was too shy to reach out or he was too caught up in his knight business. I mean that he actively went out of his way to avoid him and had no interest in getting to know him.  

That’s all because Revali made the worst possible first impression during that memory cutscene. When Revali says, “[...] let’s not- pardon me for being so blunt,” you can see Link actually step back from Revali when he gets closer. That may just be Link being awkward since it’s their first meeting, but as shown in BoTW Link is a ball of sunshine when meeting new people. So Link isn’t being awkward or shy here, he’s just decided that he didn’t like the birb and didn’t care for his attitude. 

It’s a real shame. They could have been really good friends if they had taken the time to get to know each other. If Revali had a change of heart like Zelda did and became nicer to Link, then I’m sure he would have responded positively. As things stand though, they didn’t even have a rivalry. Revali tried to initiate something but Link wasn’t having it. 

Also, Revali is an introvert. After Link ignored him he flew off to find solace in Medoh, i.e. being around people is mentally draining for him.

Where Daruk if proud of Link for his job as the Princess’ Knight and Mipha is jealous that the two will spend much time together, Revali just finds the whole affair annoying. 

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Thanks for reading!

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#legend of zelda #loz botw #botw #breath of the wild #aoc #loz aoc #age of calamity #link #urbosa #mipha #revali #botw daruk #champion daruk #daruk #goron #zora #hyrule #zelda #character analysis #botw dlc

[plamglam]

Here's an UNFINISHED TWDG story that I used to work on. I don't feel like working on it anymore, but I'm still somewhat proud of it so I thought I might share it here so that it doesn't get lost somewhere in my files.

The whole thing was supposed to be a warm, wholesome story about AJ making a prosthetic leg for Clementine with some help of other Ericsson kids.

x days left

-I think it’s time! I shouldn’t be pro…pro..cra…. waiting! I shouldn’t be waiting any longer! I’ve got a mission!-

Even though with each passing day, it got colder, the Sun and its rays were just as pleasant as they always were. Warm colored leaves slowly beginning to detach and fall from the trees on the ground wasn’t a sad view at all. It wasn’t a sign of hard times coming, for the first time in years, it was nothing but a tranquil event to enjoy. With each leaf fallen, and each sun ray aired, two silhouette shadows would become more and more apparent, one slightly taller than the other. They were both calm, sitting almost still amidst falling leaves and balmy sunshine. What once used to be a stressful, frightening chore now is merely a remnant of what it used to be. After almost six months spent at Ericson Boarding School, nowadays better known as Texas Two, Clementine is well used to her daily routine. Patrolling every morning, getting ready just before the first sun beam casted was now an integral part of her life. Even despite her left leg missing, she’d make sure to never miss it. Every dawn, Violet would help Clem climb onto the tall wall, help her take her seat, and just before she’d have to go take care of other things, she’d accompany her significant other. They’re almost always tight on time, but she always tries to squeeze in a little bit of time for her. At Least until the others wake up and it’s time to go.

-Uhm, thanks!- grunted Clementine while falling onto her slightly corroded deck chair after Vi stopped supporting her weight.

-Don’t thank me- said Vi while picking up the other nearby chair and putting it closer to the other girl’s seat- You got all you need? Your hat, bow, water, your bell?- she asked.

-Got it all- Clem smirked while putting her big, round wicker hat on - What’s your plan for today, Vi?-

-Well, You know, just the usual. I promised Ruby to help her with the garden work a little. - she answered wtih a slightly tiresome expression on her face- When was the last time you’ve seen a walker, Clem?-

-It’s been quite a while now, really. Look how peaceful it is out there- exclaimed Clementine - Maybe Tenn was right about The Walker Era?

-Maybe he was. I’d like to believe it- Vi concluded with a slight smile rising on her face.

Not much further into the conversation the sun has gone high enough to lighten up the window of AJ’s and Clementine’s dorm. Bright reflection shining in the glass sparked up the spirits of both girls even further.

-I think he should be getting up by now.- said Clem while turning her side to a big building behind her. Can you please go check on him?-

-You got it.

Clementine turned away from Violet, sharing one last smile before the two split up. She gazed into the woods, looking out for any potential danger, as she always does. Ever since she had lost her leg she was afraid of being a liability to other kids, making it more difficult for everyone, but even despite this, she manages to make herself as useful as it’s only possible by patrolling everyday when almost everyone is still asleep. At this moment she is reminded of lee. His words echoed in her mind, and with it came a dull pain in her chest. “If Lee managed to save me with an arm missing, I can also help, even without a part of my leg.”- she thinks to herself everyday. She struggles a lot, every day she needs the help of Vi or someone else to get all set up, but that’s her life now. Despite all the pain she still goes through, she keeps on pushing. The wound has healed up by now and she’s getting better and better at walking using crutches. You don’t just end it ’cause it’s hard. You stick around and you help the folks you care about.

While Clementine was left on the tower to do her job, Violet went down on the ground. The staircase is something relatively new, as it was made a few months ago, when their crippled friend was finally able to get back up. Before that, the kids simply used a ladder. Or, just climbed on it like a monkey, if you’re Willy. The makeshift stairs aren’t perfect, at times it feels like they’re about to collapse and it lacks any stair railing (which someone like Clem would really, really appreciate) but it does the job relatively well. The word “stairs'' would be a little too generous for what it really is, although it served an identical purpose so they stuck to it nevertheless. What it really is is a bunch of boxes, bricks and barrels all put in chronological order, from smallest to biggest, so that you can walk up on them. They’re all tied together with plenty of ropes, nails and clay so that it stays together. E pluribus unum.

Just before Violet opened the big, majestic doors leading to the inside of the main school building, she looked at how Clementine was doing one last time, just to check on her. Clementine looked very calm, almost as if she finally found peace. Few seconds later, Clem turned around, almost as if she also wanted to double check on her friend, and then she waved to Vi while smiling, showing that everything was okay. Reassured blonde opened the big door a bit, which made a big squeak. The doors were getting old and rotten, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest. Compared to what they’ve gone through, it really is just a trifle. They will handle it, just as they handled everything before.

The hallways of the building that once used to be a school were long and tall enough for a slight echo to bounce between the walls. Despite the occasional creepiness, especially for the younger residents of Ericson, it had become their home. The steep and intimidating corridors, initially a source of uneasiness, gradually transformed into a familiar place as each day passed. The kids did their best to make the space feel like home; they adorned the walls with posters and drawings, kept it clean, and ensured that light freely entered through the windows.

As Violet walked through the corridors, she searched for AJ's and Clementine's room. Despite spending a considerable amount of time here, navigating the complex layout of rooms and corridors remained challenging. Many would have wondered why the kids couldn't live next to each other without empty rooms in between. The answer lay in the memories—the burning recollections of those who had left them. Regardless of the passage of time, the memories of Tennessee, Mitch, Brody, or even Marlon, Minerva, and Sophie remained vivid. Every child unanimously agreed that their rooms should be left untouched, serving as memorials. Regardless of how their lives unfolded or the negative memories some of them might have caused, they were deeply beloved at one point in this shared space and therefore, their dorms shall remain untouched.

#the walking dead game #twdg #twdg violet #violentine #twdg fanfic #twdg aj #twdg clementine

[hinakyuu]

Matthew has a BROKEN STERNUM?? Oh my God I don’t even care they lost I am so glad they did not let him play. I am SO glad that would have been the end of his career if he played. I’m very proud of the boys❤️ this year was a ride and who know what will happen next year. Matthew needs a LOT of rest to heal up poor ray of sunshine must be in so much pain I just know that’s painful to even breathe🥺. Quick question is this his first really serious playoffs injury?? (Not like all the other aren’t bad but you know what I mean)

And thank you for including me in this ride it was so fun and I’m really excited for next year (already😭) I really hope you all are around for next season because you all make it 10x more fun to be around❤️ oh and I hope Matthew wins MVP👀 i think he was voted in ooo exciting

the fact that the team had to help him into his gear. i could throw up. i don’t know how the fuck he managed to play game 4 like that and i’m not happy that he did. i guess i should just count us lucky he didn’t suit up for this game because i would feel even worse knowing what we do now :(

ah, to my knowledge this is the worst playoff injury he’s sustained. i know he got a concussion and hurt his hand when he was on the flames, but i don’t know the extent of those injuries. a broken sternum to me sounds even worse, but yeah. i’m just relieved it’s over and matthew and the team can focus on recuperating now

aww, bud!! you don’t know how happy i was (am) to be a part of this journey with everyone! it really was a lot of fun, even the sad parts had some silly to it, and all the people here made it worthwhile. you can definitely catch me in panthers lb all over again next season where we will all have so much fun 💖

well, whatever happens he was definitely my MVP haha (and, personally, also bob!! boberino!! bobattack!!)

#all i know is someone better be giving matthew that TLC #idc what anyone says. that man is BABY #replies #anon

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 149: Monday May 29, 2023 - “Memorial Day Mission”

This Memorial Day I had just three things to get done - take a picture with Fredbird, introduce William to the arch, and get our butts home so that I could go to work tomorrow.  Missions all were accomplished.

Mama got us a late check out from our room in the Ballpark Village and I used it to get William an extra nap and I was so glad that he obliged - it would be a long day.  I let him sleep right up until Noon before we cleared out our operation and hit the show downstairs.   As part of the pre-game festivities we walked the bases in the Village together and I got to enjoy a Schlafly.  Life is good in the sunshine on Memorial Day here.  Once inside we found our way to Ford Plaza where William joined the kids club, climbed on some John Deere’s and waited for Fred Bird to arrive.   The best part of this whole day was hearing him laugh so deeply when that funny Fredbird showed up.  Its a framer and I hope I can still hear that special laugh every time I look at that picture.  

Up in our seats above Big Mac Land in left field, we were surrounded by Royals fans, who enjoyed seeing their pitcher, Mayers, take a perfect game into the 7th before Arenado broke it up with a base hit right below us. By that point, I was kind of hoping to see some history - instead we got stuck with a 7-0 Royals blowout/shutout.  It didn’t seem to bother William any.  He enjoyed his popcorn and his mid-game nap, and being at the ballpark with Daddy, all the same.  It felt like he was in my arms all day, other than the few moments Fredbird helped me out.

After the game, we strolled onto the arch grounds where I took off William’s shoes and socks and let him race around on the grass, throwing the baseball and letting him bring it back.   At one point he came and laid down next to me looking up at the Arch that used to reflect my home in the same way the Saguaro cactus now does for him.  I pointed out the windows way up there, and how people could go up there, and how the Arch signals the gateway to the West.   The road has always led west.  I was grateful for the opportunity to bring him back here and play in this “sacred” grass.   He’s to young to understand it - but I know its a special thing to be able to hop on a plane and make the world a smaller place.   I am glad to think that he will grow up with this being as normal as going for a drive in the car.  Oh the places we’ll go.

As the clock struck 5, it was time to start rallying ourselves back to Lambert to close out this ramblin long holiday weekend.  But before we did, I got William to look at me and listen and told him he’d done a very good job and that I was very proud of him. Hes a good little traveller.  And as a reward, now we were going to go ride a train!

It wasn’t a real train of course - just the light rail metrolink but we hopped on at the Stadium and rode it all the way to Lambert Terminal 2 with all our stuff.   And with WIlliam strapped into the stroller, I let him sit right up front behind the driver where he could see down the tracks and he loved every second of it.  No telling him that this wasn’t a real train.   It was a special way to end a special day and I had a really hard time trying to pinpoint what exactly would have been William’s favorite part (odds on favorite was the train) and I suppose thats a good sign that I had done my best.  Sure beats sitting around at home doing the same ole, eh buddy!   Tired and cranky, he’d finally meltdown for the first time all weekend at our gate waiting to board, and I dont know if it was intentional or not, but it scored us our own row in a mostly full flight where I laid him down and let him sleep all the way until we landed in Phoenix.  At one point the fligth attendant came by and asked if I was alright, I looked down at him asleep and gripping his new Fredbird pillow and told her, I’d never had it so good.

Song: Blake Shelton - God’s Country 

Quote: “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.” From an Irish headstone” ― Richard Puz

[flowercrowngods]

hey you? yeah, you. i know life’s been running you down lately, and maybe you don’t see a way out of this just yet, but you will make it out on the other side. promise, pinky promise in fact. you’re stronger than you think, and a hell of a lot better than your mind is telling you right now. and, i know that this is all the same cliché bullshit you’ve heard before, but believe me this time at least, will you? think of the sunshine, think of the spring rain, think of the way the wind feels when you’re standing under the clouds, think of that warm mug of coffee or tea. there are so many tiny pings of happiness in each day, and it’d be a waste to not notice those, right? i love you, i’m proud of you, and you’re gonna be alright. - 🌿

you know, a few months ago, an ask like this would have made my skin crawl, my heart race, and my brain yell at me to the point of being nauseous. i used to be a bit like you, nonnie, in the sense that i used to send these out too, spread love, spread kindness, jump into people's dms to hand out affection and words of affirmation. that was, like, the whole deal. that was who i was.

and then i got that abused and manipulated and gaslit out of me, to the point where i could not accept kindness or affection of any kind. compliments are still a tough deal, the first instinct is to yell NO and run away and back to a pit of self isolation where no one can perceive me. i had to reinvent myself and this new self had to exist outside of love.

and the thing is, healing is a quiet process, it just happens and then you wake up one day and something that used to hurt you can't hurt you anymore. and that thing is your ask. kind words. random love that doesn't expect anything in return, no strings attached, just kindness for kindness's sake, given my way out of eight billion people on this planet.

so i would like to thank you, nonnie, for showing me how far i've come, for making me realise that i don't feel nauseous or panicked, for giving me a sliver of hope that maybe one day i could have that part of my life back. thank you for being the bird that announces spring, thank you for being that extra minute of light that announces brighter times ahead. thank you for being the spark 🌷🤍

#sorry for the dio lore jumpscare but i think you ought to know that sometimes it's not even your *words* that can save someone #even when it's meant to be the words that do the saving. sometimes you make people realise that they saved themselves. #and that's just as crazy i think. anyway <3 we deserve good things nonnie 🤍 #🤍 #nice people being nice to me