#can't help but feel the second one looks better despite them having the same settings 0.o

[love-toxin]

Leon looks so pissed off in that last gif and Luis looks ecstatic. Oh to be stuck between the two of them. Luis so fucking happy he gets to play with you as he thought you were adorable the first time he saw you but Leon pissed off that he's having to share you. Maybe you were the price for Luis' help.

ok im sorry but i have to go insane for like. at least a moment bc luis 🥺 my love 🥺

(cws: gn!reader, post-canon, re4 spoilers!!, confessions, flirting, a kissy kissy, canon divergence, some blood and injury, mild innuendos, a lil intimate touching & mutual pining. leon's bad with feelings.)

Luis is sooooooo happy go lucky about the whole thing but Leon couldn't be more pissed. you're his mission partner, his. so where the hell does this stupid Latin-hearthrob local get off on asking him to set you two up? the danger may have passed and Ashley may be safely loaded on to a helicopter and taken away, but does he really have no better way to spend the last evening you've got to waste here? he just has to bug him about trying to get in with you?

"come on, prince charming. didn't you say you would thank me for my help?" Luis teases, nudging him with his elbow as the two lounge side-by-side on one of the sofas in the palace's many sitting rooms. Hunnigan had pointed out that the castle would be the most fortified place for you three to wait out the evening, as another chopper wouldn't be available until the next morning. but despite it being comfortable, Leon's only got his mind on passing the time as quick as possible so he can get you away from Luis and nip that possibility of you two hooking up in the bud.

"pick something else." he huffs, arms crossed over his broad chest as he elbows Luis back even harder--and a smirk twinges at his lips when he hears the Spaniard groan and buckle in pain, his wounds still fresh from just barely escaping Saddler's attempt to get the "sample" back from him.

it was because of you that he even survived, you had shoved him out of the way and landed a hit on his attacker with your shotgun aimed right at his head. and even though it obviously hadn't killed him, and you'd suffered your own injuries as you were flung away and Saddler retreated, you still rushed to Luis first to stem the bleeding from his abdomen and whisper those soft, worried reassurances that he would be okay. you'd taken care of him, brought him back to life, soothed him and babied him and smiled when he managed to get to his feet--and Leon had hated every second of it because it was for someone else. what he wouldn't give to have you look at him that way, to croon over him and want to protect him and kiss his wounds better.

so duh, he's jealous, and that's why he's been so stubborn and childish over Luis' attempts to claim his prize. but even now, when all is said and done and he's finished what he started, he still can't get even that.

"Luis?" Leon's head perks up at the sound of your voice--your sweet, delicate voice wafting over as you step through the doorway. clearly you heard him whining in pain, your eyes say it all. they soften with your brow and you move briskly to crouch in front of your friend and rest your hands tenderly on his knees. "are you okay? is it hurting again?" damn that doting look you give Luis. he shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he tries not to think of you looking at him that way, in that same position, with his legs spread apart and you on your knees like that...

"only when I breathe, mi corazon." he laughs albeit defeatedly, and only now does Leon feel a little guilty for prodding some of those wounds. he definitely looks paler than he should, but it also hurts to see you so worried for him.

"oh, Luis--here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable, yeah? it'll be better for you to lay down anyways. Lee?"

he's so lost in the way your hands glide up Luis' legs to check on his bandages that he flinches when you call his name again, your expression questioning when he finally snaps back to reality until he utters a "huh?". and then you gesture for him to help you prop Luis up to take him into the bedroom next door, which he does for you begrudgingly and remedies only by dropping Luis just a little rougher than needed when he lifts him up on to the bed. it bites him in the same way as the Spaniard groans and you hurry to evaluate his pain, but at least now Luis looks a bit more pathetic laying back on the sheets--much like he's moments away from passing out cold. it's been a long day for all of you, after all, although he would be lying if he said he wouldn't be glad that it'd shut him up for five minutes.

it feels even longer when he watches you lean over him, and Luis' fingers trail up your hip to give your waist a playful squeeze--and when you two share a too-intimate smile at each other as you work on tightening his bandages, Leon's had more than enough. when you straighten up and turn to him to ask him to fetch something, the words don't even hit his ears because he's already leaning in. both hands come to rest just underneath your jaw and sit right below your ears, so the entire lower half of your face is dwarfed by him as his lips meet yours in a hot, wet flurry; one, another for good measure, and a third just grazing your bottom lip as you finally flinch at the sudden contact. a sound escapes you but whether it was his name, or a question, or just a sound, he doesn't know. because as soon as it's over, Leon's turning on his heel and leaving the room in a hurry to go get whatever it was you wanted. he'll just have to guess. something for Luis.

"my, my..." the man in question wonders aloud, a smug grin tweaking his lips as he watches Leon's back disappear from the doorway. "...finally got the courage, I see." he whispers devilishly under his breath.

"L-Lee? Lee! I...d-did I do something..? I didn't hurt his feelings, did I?" you whimper so sweetly, and Luis can't help but laugh even though it has him keeling over in a second, the pain in his chest bringing up a hacking cough that thankfully goes away quickly, and without any blood in his palm to boot.

"oh, mi amor, you're going to rot my teeth...don't worry your sweet heart, he's just got something on the mind." he shifts his position and looks up at you with a wink at the ready, but your unexpectedly sour expression staring back at him wilts that charm in no time at all.

"I hate it when you two act like you know something I don't." all that pouting you're doing now is just too adorable to resist though, especially since you're throwing yourself right back into securing his injuries yet again--perhaps, based on the concentration on your face, because you want to focus on figuring out the reason for why your coworker just did what he did. those warm cheeks and glimmery eyes speak for themselves, though. you must have enjoyed it, conflicting feelings and all.

"and--hngh--what if we do?"

"then just tell me!"

you huff, straightening out his clothes for the last time and gently dragging his shirt back down to cover his stomach. just when you reach his belt, however, Luis grabs your wrist in a tight grip and yanks you towards him--and when you squeak and collapse on top of him, your hands hitting either side of the pillow under his head while your knee rests on the edge of the mattress, that flustered face and those quickened breaths at your newfound closeness just melt any remaining hesitation from his heart. his thumb grazes your palm on the hand he's still got in his grasp, and with a smirk he slides it over yours to lace your fingers together while the other creeps up your neck.

you've got eyes on him alone, heart beating in your throat for him. the kiss he plants on your half-open mouth is warmer, sweeter, and deeper than the one you had from Leon--not better or worse, just enthusiastic in a different way. and his grin only grows wider when he breaks away and spots Leon standing there over your shoulder, watching with flushed cheeks and a vial clutched in his hands as he waits in the doorway. how polite of him, especially shutting the door so quietly as he slowly stalks up behind you both in your moment of heated, Spanish passion.

"...now, how's that for a confession, cariño?"

#luis sera #leon kennedy #luis sera x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader x luis #ot3 #resident evil #re4make #ellie writes #anons

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | mature | wc: 1.1k | tags: spy au, spy boyfriends, established relationship | @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing by @steddieasitgoes)

The sun beats down on a sprawling city below. Eddie Munson, an unassuming young man with unruly black curls pulled back in a loose bun, crouches on a nondescript rooftop overlooking the maze of buildings. It's hot as Satan's breath and he's sweating like a pig in his heavy leather jacket. Knowing that Chrissy was right when she told him to leave the jacket behind doesn't help his rapidly souring mood. He adjusts the high-powered binoculars pressed to his eyes and scans the streets again for his mark, just as he's been doing for most of the afternoon.

Through the scope, Eddie finally spots Jason Carver strolling casually along the crowded sidewalk, talking on his phone. Carver's movements are mundane, and he seems engrossed in a conversation that Eddie is sure is as boring as everything else he's seen Carver do since being assigned to the case.

With a deep sigh, Eddie thinks he's seen more action watching paint dry. He leans back against the edge of the roof, his posture betraying his growing impatience. He idly wonders what Steve is doing right now and wishes he could be spending time with his boyfriend instead of being boiled alive in the scorching sun and bored out of his mind. Hell, even watching Carver do jack shit would be better with Steve at his side. At least Eddie would have something pretty to look at.

"Why can't these guys have a more exciting life?" Eddie grumbles in frustration. Just then, he almost loses sight of Carver and thinks it's time to leave his vantage point and get some action.

But no. Carver simply disappears into a shop, from which he reappears seconds later to continue his leisurely stroll until he stops near a street vendor to inspect a selection of fruit. Eddie lowers the binoculars as the building excitement dies down and shakes his head in disbelief.

"Wow, exciting selection of apples you got there, asshole," Eddie mumbles in annoyance.

As boredom sets in, Eddie pulls out a small notepad and starts scribbling, creating a caricature of Carver munching on an apple. Chuckling to himself, he is only made aware of the presence of another person with him on the roof when their shadow falls on him.

Before he can fully process what's happening, his gun is aimed at the head of whoever snuck up on him.

"Oh baby, is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?"

Scowling, Eddie slowly lowers the gun until it's no longer pointed at the pretty face of his grinning boyfriend.

"What the hell are you doing here, Stevie? Please don't tell me Carver's your mark, too? You know what happened last time we had the same job. This time it's you who gets to sleep on the couch if I have to give up sex for the foreseeable future."

Steve laughs at his words, like it's funny how Eddie had to go weeks with Eden's forbidden apple winking at him in Steve's tight boxers, but not allowed to touch it, until he gave up and let Steve bag the job Eddie was also signed up for.

Being spies for competing agencies was bad enough, but when they ended up on the same job, things got ugly pretty fast. Eddie is still surprised that their love survived. Some days he even thinks it made them stronger as a couple.

He still doesn't feel like a repeat performance.

"Nah, don't worry. I told Robbie to make sure it doesn't happen again. Despite what you might think, I would rather not have us fighting as well. Although you have to admit, the make-up sex was amazing. One of our top five fucks. But I don't get enough time with you as it is, I want to enjoy what little I get. That's why I'm here. I thought I could keep you company, y'know. If you want me to, that is."

Steve shrugs as if he doesn't care either way, but Eddie knows his boy. He knows him well enough to see right through him, and he gives Steve a soft smile as he pulls him in with an arm around his waist.

He misses Steve, too. Since he started the Carver job, Eddie's hardly ever home, and when he is, 9 times out of 10 Steve isn't. It's frustrating. It makes Eddie reconsider civilian life, no matter how mundane it might be.

"It's not really exciting. Carver's looking at apples."

"I don't mind, Robbie and I are playing words with friends. I just prefer to sit here with you while we do it."

Eddie finally holsters his gun again before leaning forward and capturing Steve's mouth in a deep kiss.

When he resumes his position on the edge of the roof to continue his surveillance, Steve sits down next to him, his shoulder leaning against Eddie's thigh and his head resting on Eddie's hip.

The distant hum of city life surrounds them as they both go about their business in comfortable silence. Eventually Eddie checks his watch and realizes that hours have passed without anything substantial happening.

"I signed up for espionage, not rooftop babysitting," he grumbles to Steve, and his boyfriend hums in agreement. They both know that being a spy is not like the movies. It's weeks, sometimes months of nothing but watching and waiting.

His attention fades and he stares at the skyline, daydreaming about the record store on Elizabeth Street he passed a few weeks ago. The one he offered to buy without telling Steve. The wind ruffles his hair as he contemplates the surprisingly mind-numbing monotony of his current job and wonders what Steve would say if he offered him a different life. If Steve would keep doing a job that could get him killed one day, maybe sooner than later. If Steve also wondered if it was worth the risk now that he had something - someone - to lose.

Suddenly, Carver looks up at the sky, bringing Eddie back to reality. He watches as Carver adjusts his suit and walks toward a sleek black car parked at the curb.

"And it's on," Eddie says, adrenaline surging through his body. He presses a firm kiss to Steve's lips and whispers, "I love you, don't wait up," against them.

"I love you too. Be careful and don't let me wait too long, Robbie's already complaining about me whining all the time."

Eddie readies himself, folding up the notepad he had been scribbling on and tucking it away. As Carver's car pulls away, Eddie quickly follows, eager for the mission to be over so he can go home to his beautiful boyfriend and let his clever hands take him apart. When he looks back, the rooftop is deserted, with only the echo of the city's pulse in the air.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #day 6 #Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing #my writing

[hikarry]

Please please please write Crowley saving Aziraphale from the library of Alexandria like you mentioned in the Caesar post! Please!

Sometimes following Hell's orders wasn't so bad.

Win Julius Ceaser to our side.

Easy! The bloke was practically with a foot in Hell anyway so Crowley just had to nudge from time to time and pretend like the man's rotten personality was all his doing.

Crowley liked life in court. There was always something to drink, and he could mostly lazy around not doing much without being disturbed.

And, of course, he could always go down and mingle with the common folk - Read Aziraphale - whenever he pleased. Cause of course the angel would be where a gigantic library was. It was the type of thing that would be a perfect trap for Aziraphale anytime.

"You are not seeing the grand picture, dear boy. This is most of humanities knowledge! All in the same place! For eternity. Being shared through generations of brilliant minds."

"Bit of a bad idea, if you ask me." Aziraphale stopped stocking some scroll and looked up at him, upset expression on his face. "No, listen, it makes sense: imagine you have some...precious stones you really don't want to lose. If you are stupid you will hide them all in the same place, but if you actually think about it, it would be smarter to hide some of them in different places. That way if some of them were stolen, you still had the rest."

"No one is going to steal the Library of Alexandria, Crowley."

"That was not my point. Having all this knowledge in the same place like a sitting duck is my point."

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and went back to stocking the scrolls.

"Did you just come here to complain?"

"No." Crowley crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to be as nonchalant as possible. "Do you want to have dinner? Same place?"

The angel thought for a couple of moments and, for a second, it almost appeared like he was going to decline, when he smiled up at him.

"Of course. I'll meet you when the sun sets."

The Civil War did throw a rock on his plans. Not because the restaurant was closed or because his time was filled, but because Aziraphale refused to leave the library no matter what. No one was permitted in without a good reason and, apparently, being Crowley wasn't a good reason.

Suddenly life at court became boring.

War this. Soldiers that. Can't humans just behave for a century or so? There's always something happening. And almost never something good.

He was bored and he felt lonely. Caesar was doing just fine at crawling his way into the pits of Hell without his help so maybe it was time to end this assignment...and be sent somewhere else. Which he could. And he should. But Aziraphale was right here. Last time they had been together was in Rome. He wouldn't confess it to anyone, but the last thing he wanted was to leave the angel behind. Not while he still had, technically, an excuse to stay.

Being a demon has some perks. You can see slightly better in the dark. You can hear noises apparently Humans cant. Your sense of smell was excellent. So quite faint smell of smoke didn't surprise him. They were amidst a civil war. There was always something or someone on fire.

But the Demon Crowley had something else no other demon had. Creativity. Creativity that could quickly borderline paranoia if he allowed his thoughts to run wild. Which he learned a long time ago to never do. So, even if a bad feeling crawled up his spine every time the smoke crossed his nose, he ignored it.

As the days passed, Crowley's unease grew despite his efforts to dismiss it. The scent of smoke lingered in the air like a persistent whisper, taunting his senses with its ominous presence. His usual nonchalant demeanor began to crack under the weight of uncertainty, a nagging feeling gnawing at the back of his mind.

He found himself stealing glances towards the library, where Aziraphale remained cloistered amidst the scrolls and tomes, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil outside.

One evening, as dusk descended upon the city, Crowley's fears materialized into a stark reality. The distant echoes of chaos grew louder, punctuated by the unmistakable crackle of flames devouring everything in their path. Men ran throught the streets with buckets in hand, all towards the same direction. Amidst the yells and whispers, Crowley caught the last thing he wanted to hear. Panic seized his heart as he tossed the goblet of wine somewhere, racing throught the streets towards the library, pushing random people from his path maybe a tad more stronger than he should.

It wasn't necessary to reach the library, many meters behind he could already feel the heat. The once majestic edifice now stood engulfed in flames, the inferno raging uncontrollably as tendrils of smoke billowed into the night sky. For a moment, Crowley was frozen in shock, his mind struggling to comprehend the devastation unfolding before him. Some men with idiotic little buckets tried to kill the flames, but it was less than useful. A group of women stood to the side, kneeling around a group of six dirty and injured men. Some were being cleaned with wet cloths and others were already being fixed up the best the women could in such short notice.

"Mr. Crowley!" His brain was a bit too offline for him to notice one of the women getting up from the group and walking in fast pace towards him. His eyes met hers, tears still spilling down her perfectly rosy cheeks. "What are you doing here?" She held him by the arms, squeezing them. He knew the woman, even though that information took a while to connect. Maris was one of the female students Aziraphale insisted in maintaining and probably the only one Crowley didn't find annoying.

He held her by the forearms, feeling how her petite body was trembling of both exhaustion and fear.

"Aziraphale." He squeezed her arms slightly, forcing her to focus and look up at him. "Where is he?"

Maris' breath got stuck in her throat as her eyes looked over Crowley's shoulders to the inferno of a library, still being consumend like a raging forest. He let go of her arms and turned around, already walking towards it.

"Mr. Crowley! Don't! It's not worth it anymore! It has been too long!"

He had never heard such nonsense from such a little soul.

Crowley ignored Maris' pleas, his determination overriding any sense of self-preservation. With each step he took towards the blazing inferno, the heat intensified, licking at his skin with searing intensity. But he pressed on, driven by a singular purpose: find Aziraphale.

As he drew closer to the library, the flames roared like a beast unleashed, devouring everything in its path with insatiable hunger. It wasn't Hell Fire, thankfully. But even normal fire could do a considered amount of damage to an angelic corporation. The air was thick with smoke, stinging Crowley's eyes and choking his lungs with every breath, so he decided to stop breathing.

Through the billowing smoke and flickering flames, Crowley caught a glimpse of a figure laying amidst the wreckage. It could only be Aziraphale. Carefully, Crowley turned him around just to find 5 or 6 big scrolls Aziraphale appeared to be holding onto against his chest with the might of God herself.

"Aziraphale?"

Crowley's heart pounded in his chest as he knelt beside him, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to gently shake the angel's shoulders. He opened his wings, trying to keep the heat away from both of them. "Angel, wake up," he urged, his voice strained with concern.

Slowly, Aziraphale's eyes fluttered open, clouded with confusion and pain. He blinked up at Crowley, his expression dazed as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.

"Crowley...?" Aziraphale's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"We need to get you out of here," Crowley replied urgently, taking a quick look around, before looking down at the pale angel below him, his mind racing. "Can you stand?"

Aziraphale attempted to rise, but a sharp intake of breath betrayed the pain that coursed through his body. Crowley cursed under his breath, realizing that Aziraphale corporation's injuries were more severe than he had initially thought.

"We can't stay here," Crowley insisted, his voice firm despite the panic that threatened to consume him. "C'mon."

With great care, Crowley wrapped Aziraphale's arm around his shoulder, taking on the majority of his weight as they stumbled through the smoldering wreckage of the library. The flames danced around them, their heat searing against Crowley's skin as they fought their way towards safety.

Together, they stumbled through the library, each step a test of their endurance as the heat pressed in on all sides. Crowley could feel Aziraphale's weight bearing down on him, the strain of their escape taking its toll on both of them.

With each passing moment, the flames seemed to grow closer, their tendrils reaching out hungrily to consume everything in their path.

Finally, they emerged from the burning wreckage, gasping for breath as they collapsed onto the ground outside. The cool night air was a welcome relief after the suffocating heat of the fire, but their ordeal was far from over.

Aziraphale was limp once again and keeping conscious was a game of roulette. They couldn't just stay there on the ground hoping Aziraphale would come back to himself. There was only one place they could go where Crowley could actually look after him.

Carefully holding the angel on his arms, he looked quickly around before opening his wings. It was night and most people were either locked at home or too worried with the fire, so he had a chance to get home without being undetected if he was careful with his trajectory.

When he was mere meters away from the house, he snapped his fingers and opened the door, trying to lose as little time as he could. Inside it was supposed to be dark, if it wans't the reflection of the flames that invaded the whole city.

Crowley tucked his wings away before stepping through the threshold, quickly walking to near the window where the bed was. Aziraphale was running a bad fever, and just now he noticed the burns on his face and down his arms. He wasn't an angel. He couldn't just snap his fingers and fix Aziraphale, so the human way it had to be.

Crowley gently laid Aziraphale down on the bed, taking care not to aggravate his injuries any further. He fetched a damp cloth and began to gently clean the burns on Aziraphale's face and arms, his movements slow and deliberate as he worked to ease the angel's pain.

Despite his best efforts, Crowley couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him. If only he had acted sooner, if only he had listened to the warning signs instead of dismissing them, perhaps they wouldn't be in this situation now.

As he worked, Aziraphale kept falling in and out of consciousness. When Crowley leaned over him, trying to take off the cloth hiding his bleeding chest, Aziraphale's eyes opened, half-lided, but looking up at him.

"Sleep, angel."

Aziraphale didn't answer. Instead, just closed his eyes and a stray tear ran from the left one, which Crowley was quick to clean with the back of his finger.

He cleaned the angel's chest. The only thing he could think about to help with the burns was ointment, but that would burn like true Hell Fire and Aziraphale appeared to be in pain enough...but, maybe, he should take the chance the angel was unconscious and just do it?

Screw it!

Crowley miracled the ointment and sat on the side of the bed. As soon as his fingers toutched one of the burns on Aziraphale's chest, the angel's hand snapped up, grabbing Crowley's hand by the wrist and pulling it away from him.

Crowley froze, his heart skipping a beat as Aziraphale's hand closed around his wrist with surprising strength. He met the angel's gaze, seeing the pain etched into his features despite the half-lidded eyes.

"Aziraphale, it's me," Crowley said softly, trying to reassure him. "I'm just trying to help."

But Aziraphale's grip only tightened, his expression clouded with confusion and fear. Crowley could see the struggle within him, the battle between his instinctual reaction and his trust in Crowley warring behind his eyes.

"Please, let me help you," Crowley pleaded. He could feel the burn of Aziraphale's skin beneath his fingertips, the heat radiating from the wounds.

For a moment, Aziraphale remained tense, his grip unyielding. But then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, his hand began to loosen, his fingers trembling slightly as they released their hold on Crowley's wrist.

Crowley let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging with the weight of it. Carefully, he resumed his ministrations, applying the ointment to Aziraphale's burns with a gentleness born of both necessity and affection.

When he was finally finished, he got up to wash his hands and grab another cloth, wetting it before walking back towards the bed, depositing it on Aziraphal'e forehead.

The angel's breathing was still ragged, but at least he wasn't bleeding on the sheets anymore and his expression seemed more serene.

Crowley sat by Aziraphale's side, watching over him as he drifted into a fitful sleep.

As the hours passed, Crowley remained vigilant by Aziraphale's side, his senses attuned to any change in the angel's condition. The fever seemed to ebb and flow, leaving Aziraphale restless and agitated one moment, and then peaceful the next.

It was during one of these fleeting moments of calm that Crowley found himself studying Aziraphale's face, the soft curve of his lips, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. And in that moment, Crowley realized something he had been reluctant to admit to himself before.

He cared for Aziraphale. More than he cared to admit. More than it was smart.

The demon put a new cloth on the angel's forehead and brushed his curly blond hair back with his fingers, leaning over him much without noticing. Aziraphale was completely out of it so...maybe? Crowley took a deep breath and, before he could find more than one argument to how idiotic he was about to act, he laid his head carefuly on Aziraphale's chest while his left hand stayed on the curls. He just needed a second. To think. To process the nightmarish night they had just been through. If he had arrived any later Aziraphale would have suffocated or burned out of his corporation. All because of some ridiculous scrolls.

"Stupid." He murmured, sliding his face up Aziraphale's chest and hiding it on the curve of the angel's neck, much without thinking. Aziraphale was unconscious, he would never know anyway.

With his eyes closed and the constant breathing of the angel against his ear, Crowley allowed himself to finally relax, closing his eyes. That didn't last long though, because all his body tensed up when he felt a hand on his short curls. He didn't move. Didn't breath. His mind rushing to try and find an excuse. But no questions ever came. Instead, Aziraphale let his face lean more against Crowley's, visibly still unconscious.

Crowley's heart raced as Aziraphale's hand gently caressed his curls, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. Despite the tension that coiled within him, Crowley found himself leaning into the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he allowed himself to bask in the moment of intimacy.

For a fleeting moment, Crowley allowed himself to entertain the possibility that Aziraphale was awake and aware of his actions. That he was reaching out to Crowley in his own way, seeking comfort and solace amidst the chaos that had engulfed them. But deep down, Crowley knew that it was nothing more than wishful thinking.

As the night stretched on, Crowley remained by Aziraphale's side, his head resting against the angel's chest as they both drifted into an uneasy sleep. In the quiet of the room, the flickering flames outside casting dancing shadows across the walls, Crowley found a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in centuries.

There ya go! Sorry it took me a tad longer than it should have. I had a lot of inspiration, but didn't know which path to choose. Alas, didn't want to make it too long either. Hope it satisfies you!

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #asks #anon #good omens imagine

[itsgrimeytime]

The Nurse (Part Fourteen) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14...

AVAILABLE ON AO3

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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You’d always wondered where he’d ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: mentions of death, survival instinct, injury pain, gun violence (just violence in general), gunshot wounds, swearing, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: I just thought he looked pretty here tbh. So, that's my reasoning. Hope you enjoy lovelies !! Thanks for reading !!!]]

Something was bothering you, you laid in your bed at night -staring up at the ceiling like it would help you eventually get to sleep. It didn't, nothing did.

You were up and walking before you could think any different, feet dragging along the concrete, as you stepped outside -eyes a wonder as you peered out into what you recognized to be the early mornings.

You remembered why, as you sat out there -chill making goosebumps all along your arms, why you knew such an arbitrary feeling.

It was after your first ever shift as a nurse, you'd been on trauma which was packed full almost every hour. You didn't have a break until 2 am the next day, and when you finally left the third day, it was early.

You spun around in a circle, breathing in the fresh air like it was water and you were in the desert. It kinda felt like that. Your friend, you couldn't remember their name now, had laughed and joined you.

"Freedom!" you yelled out, and took a big swig of your coffee -more of a habit at this point.

"How much coffee have you had?" she asked, swinging the keys around her fingers, eyebrows furrowed.

"Too much," you answered and got into the car.

You sighed, rubbing your arms up and down your sides -the chill of the night was strong then. It was something you felt comfortable with, even despite your lack of sleep -you knew these mornings. They were familiar.

Your eyes landed along the fence, watching the walkers -a few of them seemed to sense you, even from far away. Head tilted, skin decomposed, jaw thrashing you merely looked, eyes lashing along the skin. There was something in you merely disgusted that you were used to them, used to it all.

You remembered the first time you'd ever seen one, scared and curious all in one. And the second, the fear, the grief, the loss-

And then they were everywhere. Everywhere you looked.

"Hey."

You startled in place, something shocked in your bones, and you matched his eyes. It was Rick, wondrously tired Rick with a heavy sort of look in his blue eyes, curls a bit off, and voice a grumble in his throat.

"Hey," you finally responded, tightening your arms over your sides -the chill shaking through your bones, "-you okay?"

"'Could ask you the same," he echoed trailing near you for a second, eyes lingering on your arms -where you rubbed absentmindedly, "-Ya cold?"

"You're not?" you laughed, slightly.

"'Can fix it," he muttered, slowly -sleep slurred and something in your heart warmed, "-C'mere."

You moved to him, and he, with ease, wrapped around your back -strong arms meeting around your waist and head nudged on top of your own. He pressed a simple kiss to the top of your head, rubbing into your hair with his chin -sleepily.

"Better?" he asked.

"Better," you hummed, gathering your arms onto his, "-always better."

"What are ya doin' up?"

"Can't sleep," you answered, dancing with his sort of gentle sway, "-I just... Every time I close my eyes, I see..."

You fell silent, you didn't need to finish it. He knew.

"Y'er not there anymore," he hummed, pushing his lips to kiss your head again -tightening his arms just slightly, "-I'll do whatever you need for me to prove it to ya."

"I know I am," you sighed into the press of his lips, "-I just keep thinking that he might... that he might come back."

"If he does," Rick echoed, something cold and distant, "-you're not alone. I won't let 'im touch ya, or anyone."

"Rick, you can't-" you started, turning towards him in your grip, "-you can't promise that."

He looked at you for a foggy moment, soft eyes bubbling over your skin, a gentle sort of gaze fuzzy -something flashed in his eyes, "You think he's really coming back, don't ya?"

He could read you like a book, you couldn't sleep -all you could think about was him coming back and taking what he would've earlier. If you hadn't stepped up, what he would've taken, all the lives-

Something in your stomach twisted.

"He's not finished here," you echoed, a little lost, "-I just. I know he isn't and I'm..." Scared, your brain finished.

He'd take you first, you just knew it. Kill you in front of everybody or make you watch, it was personal. So, so personal.

"Stop thinkin' too hard," he hummed, using his hands to wipe away the creases along your eyebrows, "-I can see it."

"I can't," you frowned, "-I can't get it out of my head."

He frowned for a moment, before leaning forward, kissing your cheeks with languid little movements -eyes piercing over your face.

"I wish I could make ya feel better," he spoke genuinely, in the low timber of the early morning, "-I wish so badly I could help you. Take it all away."

"Rick," you breathed out, smiley, "-whatever you're doing it's not working."

"Sure 'bout that?" He asked, kissing over your pulse -racing in your chest, he certainly could feel it, "'Cause I think it's helpin'."

You laughed, moving your chin to give him more access -eager to feel the burn of the stubble on your skin. Anywhere. It's like you remember him for every second he wasn't there -wonderful sort of buzz, "Can't argue with that one, Sheriff."

He laughed, a light press of his lips to your jaw, "Look at me, darlin'."

And so, you did.

Rick held your chin with his hand -gentle with calloused fingertips, "I won't let 'im hurt you."

"Rick..." you echoed.

"No, I," he spoke, cradling your face, "-I need ya to know. I know you said you can't let me, but you have to know that I can't let you."

"Let me what?"

"Do it again," he hummed, something far off and distant, "-ya can't do it again. Sacrifice yourself, I won't- Look, I can't."

You frowned, cradling your fingertips under his cheekbones, "I'm right here."

"I know," he grumbled, "-I know."

You took your hands to trail over his skin dusting along the stubble, holding his face in your hands -you spoke what you felt, "I love you."

"I love you too," he echoed, soft and slow -you watched the words rumble out of his lips, "-so much."

"So much," you smiled, leaning your head forward onto his shoulder -warmth taking over your skin, you distantly wished you could stay here forever. You yawned into his skin, and you knew he felt it.

"C'mon, darlin'," he pulled you back but didn't let go of your hand -intertwining your fingers, "-let's go to bed."

"I can't," you resisted, "-I can't sleep without the-"

"You're not goin' alone," he hummed, "-come lay with me."

You laughed, a bit in disbelief, "In the prison bed?"

"Yeah," he smiled, pulling you further, "-'m sure we can both fit. Not like I want ya too far anyway."

You laughed harder, "Whatever you say, cowboy. I'm not gonna complain-"

"Good," he grumbled out and guided you back inside.

The peace was good while it lasted...

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #the nurse #nurse!reader #doctor!reader

[cottoncandy-cult]

Babification Heartslabyul

Riddle

The red headed dorm leader sat quietly at his desk as he did his homework, in a bouncer next to him was the precious ramshackle prefect. He had been quite irritated when he learned the circumstances of her accident, but he quickly became more concerned about setting up a modified schedule so he could take care of her while also keeping up with his classwork. Thankfully the paperwork had been rather light, so he wouldn't be working too much longer and would be able to move on to the next part of his schedule. At first, he thought about planning every second of her day, as even if this was temporarily, he wanted to reduce the amount of stress on both of them. But whenever he'd sit down to try and schedule all he thought about was how his mother did the same thing to him, with a clear memory of how unhappy his childhood was. So, he decided to ask Trey for help, his vice-house warden was more than happy to help him make an organized schedule that still gave her plenty of time to play and gave Riddle plenty of wiggle room in case something came up at the dorm or with his class work. With a sigh Riddle sat his pencil down, stretching as he looked over to the bouncy little girl beside him. He chuckled as he reached over to gently rub her cheek, listening to her giggle as he took a break. "Just a little longer, once I finish this, we'll go get something to eat." The short red-haired male began to pet her head gently, despite how young she looked she had been rather well behaved which made him feel she was aware of her current situation. He couldn't help the grin that stretched on his face when she looked up at him, chubby hands making grabby motions that he just couldn't resist.

With a smooth and gentle motion, the male picked the little girl up, holding her close to his chest so she wouldn't knock against his desk and hurt herself. He gently bounced her, relaxing in his chair as she clung to his shirt and happily babbled away. His blue eyes glanced at the paper he was working on; it wasn't due for another 3 days but as usual he attempted to get as much of his work done as he could. Though his attention was pulled back when a tiny hand tugged gently at his hair, when he looked back to (Y/n) her curious gaze shifted to glee as a bright smile spread across her chubby. With a huffed laugh Riddle stood from his chair, cradling her gently he began to head for his door. "I suppose it won't hurt to call it quits early for once…" Brisk but quiet steps carried him down the hall, he could hear his dorm mates talking amongst themselves as they ate scattered throughout the dorm itself. When he made it to the kitchen, he readjusted the little girl to rest on his hip, he used his free hand to get some of the leftovers out from the prior night's dinner. Trey often did meal prep and chose to ensure there were leftovers, that way there was always something in the fridge for when the others are busy or too tired to cook when they can't find the time to eat during the normal group dinner time. Riddle had decided that for the betterment of the dorm some rules would have to be flexible, and it made more sense to prioritize schoolwork than it did to prioritize a seemingly random time for a mandatory dinner. Of course, he made sure to get out one of the small containers of prepped baby food for the little girl in his arms, after he fed her, he planned to do a bit of light reading with her before it was bathtime. Then he planned to let her play freely while he prepared himself for bed. "Such a troublesome little rose bud, though I'd much rather have your kind of trouble than what those 2 hob goblin friends of yours tend to stir up." The loud giggle that escaped from the little girl as he spoke made the red head chuckle, he continued to talk to her as if she was her regular self while they waited on the microwave. He did his best to ignore the feeling of eyes on him, he didn't want to lose his temper in front of her when she was like this since even if she was still aware in this form that didn't mean she'd have the same control she normally did over herself and her emotions. "Once you're asleep, I'm going to punish them." He whispered to the little girl with a chuckle, narrowing his eyes at the thought of the mandatory reading he had in mind.

Trey

Trey smiled at the little girl who stood on a stool next to the counter, she was just old enough to speak a few words and short sentences and walk which was quite convenient for the clover male. Something he learned about (Y/n) was that she was an absolute devourer as a child, she was happy to try anything and almost always had a snack in hand. Currently they were making brownies together and she had was doing her best to read out the recipe, the haze caused by the sudden age drop had her knowing what she wanted to say but her mouth not being able to keep up. Trey stirred the brownie mix with a smile on his face, glancing up at the little girl every so often. "You ready for the tea party (Y/n)?" The green haired man chuckled as the little girl gave an excited nod, looking up at him from the book. "Mhm, can't wait to try our snacks." She giggled, glancing over at some apple fritters that sat on a warming plate nearby. "The brownies will be done soon, if you want to have a snack until then. It won't hurt to have something small before the tea party." Trey filled a prepared pan with the brownie mix, tucking the pan into the preheated oven as he turned to the little girl. "Do we still have any banana bread?" She tilted her head, climbing down from her step stool as the larger male turned to check for her request. She watched him quietly, giggling a bit as she watched him begin cutting her a piece of banana bread. "You really like the fruitier baked ggoods most, don't you?" The young man turned and kneeled, passing her the plate that had the banana bread on it. He had noticed how her interest in a dessert went up when there was fruit involved. She did like chocolate and regular baked goods, but the fruit ones were always the first she asked for. The emerald haired male planned to keep that in mind for when she was back to normal, he planned to surprise her with some of her favorites at random now that he was getting to know her sense of taste better. "Mhm, I like things with cinnamon too though. Especially with apples." She smiled, her tiny hands bolding a piece of the bread and eating it while she stood by the stove. At least until Trey picked her up and sat her in a chair by the kitchen island, allowing her to eat more comfortably. "I see, I guess that does explain why you always want cinnamon rolls for breakfast." Trey ruffled her hair, listening to the little girl giggle and bat his hand away.

- When it was time for their tea party Trey walked with the little girl to the prepared space in the rose garden, one of her tiny hands held onto his as the other carried the basket with their brownies and banana bread. It was a quiet day, and the weather was nice, so the 2 planned to spend the weekend afternoon snacking and talking about everything possible. Something Trey had noticed was that in her childlike state her self-control was greatly reduced, this gave him the chance to open her up and really get to understand her true thoughts and feelings on EVERYTHING. He wasn't stupid, he knew that she was from a world without magic, and it scared him knowing just how often she is forced to deal with broken powerful mages losing themselves to overblot. But she never really complained, even when she was eating less in order to feed Grim because Crowley didn't have any extra work for her. He wanted to understand how she's holding up, cause from his perspective she had every reason to want to lock herself away in her room and hide. "I actually don't mind being a kid you know…" She spoke softly, admitting a thought she felt somewhat guilty for having. "Oh? I thought you didn't like being short or how emotional it made you?" He questioned; a bit surprised at her sudden admission after all the times she complained about the state she was in.

"To be honest I feel bad, I'm just happy that I got a break from…life." She looked down, biting her lip as she thought hard about the words she wanted to say. He patiently listened, knowing she'd have to go slow to communicate properly. "I'm not having to cram information about something I can't even use all night long, I'm not running around campus between classes trying to make money for food, I'm not spending my breaks doing odd jobs to be able to make fixes to the dorm building. I'm not constantly having to break up or being dragged into fights. It's been like a little break." The little girl smiled awkwardly, shaking her head at herself as she took a moment to breathe. It was a lot for her to say at once, the effort almost seemed tiring "I feel bad, that I'm happy cause I don't have to help anyone like this." That caught Trey off guard, he suspected and understood most of her feelings. But the real surprise was about feeling guilty for wanting a break, anyone in her position would deserve a break from everything. "There isn't anything to feel bad about, you wouldn't be half as stressed as you are if Crowley would pay you decently. He can afford it, trust me. Crowley in general seems to be the root of many of your problems. So don't feel guilty about needing a break from something none of the other students in this school would have been able to handle. Keeping up with classes is already hard, even for those of us who are from this world and actually have magic. But you're basically running through a crash course where everything is new and most of it you can't do." Trey smiled down to her as they reached the gazebo, taking the basket from her to put the last 2 items needed for their tea party on the table as she got comfortable on the padded bench. Trey sat a plate in front of her, on it was a small sandwich and some homemade chips. "It's ok to need a second to breathe, it isn't your fault this happened so don't feel bad for making the best of it." He chuckled, patting her head as he began to fix her a cup of tea. The sound of her laugh made him smile. She was already strong, but he wanted to be the one to give her the chance to not have to be.

Ace

"This is so cool; I get to skip class til you turn back to normal and all I have to do is keep a diary of everything we do throughout the day and what I do for you." Ace smiled from where he sat on his bed, the 4-year-old girl had woken him around 10 a.m. because she was hungry. He had of course made her breakfast and after they returned to his room, he had gone ahead and wrote down when he got up and what he fixed her to eat. Now they were sitting together scrolling magicam, or rather she was scrolling magicam while he did his damndest to style her hair for the day. He had several ponytail holders on his wrist, he had to seek out Vil in order to get advice on taking care of a little girl. Little did he expect Vil to give him a notebook and make him take notes of EVERYTHING he had to say, thankfully it had actually come in handy but at the same time he was still struggling to do things properly. In one hand he had a bottle of detangler, in the other he had small brush that wouldn't pull her hair. Something Vil came with him to buy himself, not trusting Ace to understand the specifics of what he'd need. "So, what style do you want me to do today (Y/n)?" Ace chuckled, brushing through her hair with a few sprays here and there. "Just a ponytail." She giggled, watching a video of a baby panda rolling down a small incline. Ace was relieved at her choice; they took time out every night to practice other hair styles that Vil wrote instructions for. Ace was actually getting good at it, he figured that he might be able to use those skills to impress her once she was back to normal by doing her hair some mornings before class. Something dear little Deuce wouldn't be able to do. Gathering her hair and brushing it smooth, he left some of her bangs down and began tying it up just like the instructions had said. He managed to learn the simpler styles quickly, but there were some more complicated styles he struggled with. He used a special spray Vil made him buy to hold her hair in place, so that it wouldn't collapse in just an hour or two. "There you go, now time to get your day clothes." Because of her state Crowley had been forced by Crewel to pay for her shopping needs, so she had plenty of cute outfits. "I don't wanna wear a dress today." She locked his phone and sat it down, walking over to the dresser drawer with him to look at her options. "Alright, what do you feel like wearing?" Ace squatted down, helping her sort through her shirts and pants. She ended up settling on some grey sweatpants and comfortable T-shirt with the school's logo, she wasn't a hard to please child and from what he could tell she was still very much herself in there, so she had some awareness about her choices.

"While you get dressed, I'm gonna hop in the shower, remember to keep the door locked til I get back." Ace patted her on the head, setting the clothes out on a chair for her while he got his uniform out and left the room to go to the showers. Locking the door behind him. She went ahead and got dressed, her clothes were just loose enough for her to dress herself without too much trouble. Once she was dressed, she climbed back onto the bed, laying on her stomach as she unlocked his phone and went back to scrolling magicam. Despite it being almost noon, she was asleep once more. The phone played a compilation video of funny moments involving some of her favorite video games, she didn't stir until Ace had unlocked the door and entered the room. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sleepy pout she aimed at him for waking her, it was only 2 days after the accident, so she was still a little low on energy. Because of that Trey was tweaking her meals to try and maximize her energy gain, though Ace didn't mind carrying her around. Despite her age he found her pretty light, but he had also been working out in order to keep up better in basketball club and she was weightless compared to his weights. "Sorry, sorry. You can go back to your nap princess; we have some time before we go to the that fair in the city. I'll wake you up when I'm done writing down our plans for today, that way I can just fill in anything extra later." Ace approached his desk, sitting down as he pulled out his assigned diary. The little girl was out cold before he even started to write again, the fair wasn't anything too big. It was a sort of spring festival that had tons of food stalls, games and shops. He wanted to keep her active and distracted so she wouldn't sulk about having to rely on him for everything, as much as he teased her, he knew she was frustrated about being at even less of an advantage than usual. In this state she was relying on him, so he was trying to take the situation seriously even if he would never admit it. To everyone outside of that room, he was a slacker using her to have fun and get out of work. And he preferred it that way, he didn't like the teasing that came with being a try hard.

Deuce

The first-year male smiled, carrying the little girl around on his back as he worked out during gm class. They were just starting class and she had been allowed to stay close, she laid on his back and giggled as she hugged him. Of course, the coach saw it as a great opportunity to work out, Deuce was just worried about making sure she was having fun too. Being as little as she was, there wasn't much she could do, and she always got bored of magicam after a while. She never got bored of playing with him, he'd always spin her around or toss her up and down. He didn't mind playing games with her in the dorm's courtyard, even if some of the other students tried to laugh at him. Trey and Riddle were quick to shut down the nonsense, Cater had loaded Deuce down with first time mommy blogs so he could stay up to date with everything. But he found she was still largely the same person, even if the change affected her in some ways, he still recognized his favorite person. After the work out was done Deuce stood in his assigned spot, (Y/n) sitting comfortably on his hip as her fingers lazily played with the charm on a necklace he wore that day. Seeing as (Y/n) was there the coach decided they would go outside to play kickball that day, figuring it was the safest way for them to earn credit without doing something to traumatize the little girl. And true enough they were all soon on their way out to the kickball field, water bottles and towels in hand. Though Deuce had a little something extra, he had read all the mommy blogs he could and so he had learned to plan ahead. Being the hard worker he was he brought a bag that had things to keep her occupied in it should she get tired of watching kickball, along with a couple bottles of flavored water and plenty of snacks for her to munch on. He even brought a small pillow and blanket so she could be comfortable, as the inside of the school could get kinda cold throughout the day and while it was pretty out, he didn't want her sitting on the bare bleachers.

He was determined to keep her happy and healthy until she was back to normal, even if it could be embarrassing at times, he was starting to enjoy taking care of her. He had developed a bit of a habit though… As he sat the little girl in her spot on the bleachers and got her some stuff out to show her she had options, he took a moment to take a picture, something small he seemed to do just about anywhere. He just thought she was cute, the way she'd sit there smiling flipping through pages of a coloring book. There were some moments he couldn't fight the urge to capture, they did take lots of pictures together when she was in her normal state of existence. But these pictures felt different, they were special cause it was like he was getting to know her when they were little in a way. She brings out his younger kid self, before he started to rebel and get rough. Even if he was the one taking care of her, it almost felt like he needed proof of that feeling that they've known each other forever. She made everything more fun, sure being 4 had to be inconvenient to her but they always managed to keep each other active and happy. Plus, he felt like he was starting to grow, he had to be responsible and think rationally for the both of them. He felt a lot more confident as his growth towards being an honor student showed, as if he hadn't matured the way he did he would have likely lost control of the situation by now. Of course, it helped that she was still kinda herself, he recognized some of her regular mannerisms and they grew even cuter to see her displaying them even now. It soothed some part of him that was tense with anxiety about how long until or even if she can return to normal. Though Crewel did tell him that it was reversable, he still held a pit of anxiety in his chest for those first few days. But now, he was sure they'd manage somehow.

Cater

Cater smiled from where he stood beside 4-year-old (Y/n), the school was hosting a bake sell where everything would be made fresh as sold. The top 3 dorms that makes the most money off their chosen goods receiving a free field trip to a festival in another town, so as usual things were competitive. Heartslabyul had chosen to do several different tarts, it was Cater's job to assemble the fruit ones in a decorative way. Meanwhile (Y/n) got the job of making sure each slice of fruit was about the same shape and size, Trey stood on her other side, cutting the fruit and placing them in a bowl of ice water and lemon for her to sort through. The fruit tarts were to have their fruits shaped like some form of flower, something Cater had learned to do after several videos as the students had all been given a month to practice and prepare. Once Riddle put the last tray of tarts into the oven to bake Cater went about setting out their fresh tarts for display, making sure things were as picturesque as ever. Though before he took the photo the red head had scooped up the little girl, placing her gently by the register on the counter. "There we go, how could anyone resist such a cute little girl and the tarts she helped make." Cater had posted multiple pictures of the little girl helping with each step of the baking process, his followers were eating it up and there was already a large number of people outside of the school gates just waiting to get in. "You think lots of people are gonna come Cay?" The little girl tilted her head, eating some of the fruit slices that were too small to be used for the tarts. The little girl was basically their dorms mascot, given her size and current situation she was allowed to compete as a heartslabyul student. Something proven by the tiny version of the dorm uniform she wore, though it was more of a dorm themed uniform. Her hair had been neatly styled, a black diamond hair pin on the side of her head to hold it all together. "Mhm, your pictures are all really popular. Don't forget you have the most important job princess, you're our mascot, so make sure you have lots of fun. It'll make the tarts taste a lot sweeter." Cater chuckled, reaching over to playfully pinch her cheek.

"I was surprised when you approached me with this idea of having (Y/n) help with advertising, but it seems I underestimated you." Riddle chuckled as he approached the 2, putting his phone away after Trey had him pull up magicam because they were trending. "You shouldn't underestimate the power of cuteness; I keep telling you. Just watch, people love cute kids and ours is the cutest." Cater was quick to scoop the little girl up, spinning around and making her giggle. He didn't care that the other dorms booths were all around, after all a happy child was the cutest child. "You're doing so well helping us, I'll get you something special after this contest is over." The little girl smiled up at him excitedly, Cater always made a point of rewarding her anytime she helped with something. "Can we get macarons from that one bakery again?" She tilted her head inquisitively, her small hands holding onto the front of his shirt. "Sure thing, I've been craving them since the last time. We'll get some dinner first, then we'll settle down in my room and watching some TV while we enjoy our dessert." Cater chuckled, setting her back on the ground and patting her head as he heard the intercom sound the 1-minute warning before the gates would open and let all the customers inside. Ace and Deuce made sure each table had 3 chairs, double checking there were plenty of places to sit and eat aside from the benches that separated their space from the other dorms. "Alright, so what we're gonna do is stand out front and greet people. We gotta talk to them and keep them entertained until it's their turn to order. I'll be right there with you, so no worries." Cater held her hand as he led her to the front of their area, he had a water bottle hooked to the belt on his hip so she wouldn't get thirsty. Just as they got settled the school gates creaked open, large numbers of people began to filter into the area. Some wandered aimlessly, while other more experienced attendees made b-lines for specific dorms. Heartslabyul had quite a large line, but (Y/n) was cheerful as she approached each person with a greeting. Both she and Cater would talk to large groups at a time, asking about their favorite fruits and deserts and what kind of tarts they were wanting to order. By the end of the sell the dorm had sold out, not a single slice of fruit or spec of flour was left. While the others cleaned up Cater got the ok to go ahead and take (Y/n) to get dinner, Trey would handle counting the money with Riddle's help. It wouldn't be til the following Monday that the results would be announced, so after eating they'd have the rest of the night to relax. They managed to just get their macarons before the bakery closed, Cater carried the bag in one arm and little (Y/n) rested on his back. "Today was fun, but that was a lot of people." The little girl yawned, laying her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, that was a lot, but that just means that it's more likely we win. And if we do, then we'll get to go on the field trip. Which includes you since you competed as a member of heartslabyul." Cater chuckled, watching from the corner of his eye as her own eyes started to close. "I hope we win; it'd be fun to go to a festival with you." The little girl giggled, relaxing into the sway of his steps. "Don't worry, when we go I'll show you all kinds of fun." Cater smiled widely, regardless of her size he'd keep his promise for sure.

#candy cult vault #fluff #x reader #fem reader #twisted wonderland #babyfication event #heartslabyul #heartslaybul x reader #so sorry I didn't forget about the event #just had a lot going on and was struggling forming much more than ideas #my wips was getting really full so I'mma try and clean that up a bit #I never delete anything I just set it aside til I can do something with it. #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola

[theflyindutchwoman]

The airplane bathroom. Your apartment. Look, I-I don't know. Call me crazy, but it just doesn't feel like pretend. Uh… It's an intimate act. I mean, we'd have to be dead inside for it to not trigger something, right? It -- It's basic biology. Okay, so… So you're saying it's not a big deal? Doesn't mean anything? Right? I...

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.01 - Double Down

That first (practice) kiss changed everything, affecting them both in ways they weren't ready to admit out loud, let alone to themselves, at the time. But they couldn't put off that conversation for much longer either. Or at least, Tim couldn't. Not after everything that happened in the plane…  And with that comes the beginning of their misunderstanding and pining era… They are usually so good at reading the other that it makes this miscommunication a bit more tragic. But there lies the difference : unlike before, there is the possibility of losing the other, of changing fundamentally their relationship… And this is scary. So even though this trope usually feels contrived, in this particular case, it actually makes sense. They're in the middle of an op, they've just found out about Rosalind's escape… In other words : this isn't the best setting for a confession.

Lucy immediately turning the TV on, trying to catch any news regarding Rosalind, just shows how far from alright she is. It may not be affecting her skills in the field but it's still weighing her down emotionally. Tim snatching the remote control right back, knowing that this is only going to increase her anxiety, is such a quintessential Tim-move. He's watching over her, being the fierce protector. He's doing everything to distract her… and how meaningful and sweet is it, that the first thing that comes to his mind is to compliment her on her undercover skills, trying to boost her confidence at the same time. He's come a long way since the time he openly doubted her skills. Despite his efforts, Lucy remains a bit out of sorts, her mind understandably occupied elsewhere. But it also looks like she pauses for a second, as if wondering whether this is truly meant as a compliment. It's really once he smiles that she visibly softens and appreciates it for what it is. It's a small detail, but the fact that she keeps massaging her head, as if trying to release the pressure, is a good indication on how all the spinning and tension is catching up to her, giving her a headache. She did it earlier in the private jet as well. Her decision to take a shower to help her unwind and relax, with no hesitation whatsoever, while Tim is present in the room, is incredibly vulnerable and intimate… It's all about the implicit trust they have in each other.

And Tim… who was finally regaining his equilibrium after that kiss… who was trying to order Lucy's favorite comfort food to make her feel better… only for his brain to short-circuit all over again when he catches a glimpse of her in the bathroom (and what is it with them and bathrooms)… The man spends this whole mission being knocked off his feet and barely has time to recover. This shows how gone he is that a mere glimpse of her bared back sends him reeling this hard. He's so flustered that he has to sit, trying to look everywhere but at the bathroom - though he can't fully tear his eyes away either. You know he's completely shooketh when even a game can't hold his attention for long. And to be fair, Lucy being a vision with her curly wet hair and dressed in only a robe is not helping him one bit. The fact that he decided to address the elephant in the room right away is so surprising, but commendable. It may have taken him a while to finally figure out - and admit to himself - that he sees Lucy as more than a colleague or even a friend… But now that he has, he's willing to discuss it, to take the plunge. It also doesn't completely come out of nowhere : there were already hints of this, like when he was on the verge on bringing it up to Lucy before he chickened out, the morning after their kiss. And while she might have been the one dreaming about it, it was clearly still on Tim's mind too. So much so that he had to confide in Angela, which was unusual in itself. This time, he can't hold back.

Unfortunately, the timing is less than ideal… Not to mention the way he approaches the conversation. He's naturally trying to keep his cards close to the vest but he unintentionally ends up sounding more accusing than anything. It's how he slowly gets closer to her, practically towering over her, listing their two kisses (that she initiated), saying that 'it just doesn't feel like pretend'… Combined with his earlier compliment about how good she is at that and it could easily be misconstrued as a call out. And judging by Lucy's deer in the headlights expression, this might be exactly what she's thinking. He looks so hopeful for a moment, with his shy little smile, waiting for her answer, for a sign that it's not just him feeling this way. Her using biology and psychology as a crutch sounds so much like she's panicking and trying to think of an excuse… It's something she'll do again for her breakup with Chris. But the interesting thing is that she doesn't completely deny it either. She is genuinely confused and conflicted. About where he is going with this. They're both being careful and that's what leads to this misunderstanding. A part of her is visibly scared and vulnerable. They both are. Still, she's trying to check in with him : her little 'right' at the end of her sentences is her way of trying to check if this is what he meant, giving him the option to correct her, whereas he understands it as a firm confirmation (as an aside, she will do the same in The Collar, after she blurts out her feelings for him : 'So we should just keep going the way we have been, right?'). Only here, Tim doesn't understand what she's doing. He looks so crushed when she claims that it doesn't mean anything. All the while, she's intently looking at him, searching for a clue about what he truly thinks… Their emotions mirror each other so well, they're just too busy playing it safe to realise it. Miscommunication in all its glory… There's a second where Lucy hesitates though, as if she's realising that there might be more to this but they're interrupted by Angela… who unfortunately piles on with her innuendos, further shutting Tim down. And Lucy finds refuge in the bathroom, using an excuse to compose herself behind a door...

Like I said earlier… The timing couldn't be worse. Tim told Lucy that she needed to get her head in the game, otherwise it would get her killed… And that's almost what happens here - only he's the one too preoccupied that he doesn't recognise the bad guys' trap. Something that will happen again in Going Under : he was so distracted by Lucy getting shot that it affected his concentration and could have cost him his life. Thankfully, she has caught on to what was happening here and takes advantage of being underestimated to get the drop on the bad guys. Such a badass. The way she stays by his side, worried… Her lack of filter is killing Tim a little bit more though… The kiss and the sight of her bared back was enough to break his brain, he doesn't need any more images in his head. His little head shake, like she's driving him crazy… he wouldn't have it any other way.

And what's even more telling is that, despite the awkwardness that could have resulted from this moment, they were both able to get past it for a little bit longer, to be around the other and still feel completely comfortable… That's how strong their connection is. And why this angsty era won't last too long either.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.01 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

[dracofandom]

You're Mine And Only Mine

Summary: Y/n overhears Draco back-bitching about her, so she does something that leaves him fuming with anger.

SMUT, slight fluff

You really did it this time. You knew you went too far and now you're going to pay for it but is it really a punishment if it's exactly what you wanted?

For the past few months, you've been sneaking around with none other than Draco Malfoy, the annoyingly handsome Slytherin Prince. It all started because of how embarrassingly bad he is at charms. Malfoy was flunking and you're the best in the class so Flitwick decided that you were to tutor the twit.

Your tutoring lessons started that same night in the library but you could barely speak a few words to each other before you'd start arguing. Despite this, you couldn't deny the fact that Malfoy is sexy. Of course, you've always known but being so close to him in the empty library seemed to mess with your head, you could barely concentrate on the charm you were trying to teach him. It didn't help that you'd caught him looking at your lips more than once while you spoke.

You're not really sure how it happened but one second you were screaming at him for being an arse and the next he had you pushed up against a bookshelf with his hand up your skirt. Ever since you can't seem to keep your hands off each other, whether it be pushing you into empty classrooms and bending you over a desk or him sneaking into your room so he could put his dick down your throat, it didn't matter as long as you were with Draco.

Everything had been going great with you two, he even showed massive improvement in charms.

Until today when you walked into the library a little early to set up for your lesson with Draco. There he was with Crabbe and Goyle, telling the two idiots that he couldn't stand you and that if it weren't for him needing to pass charms he would never be seen with someone like you, even if his life depended on it. He hadn't seen you until that point and when he did all you could do not to cry in front of them was turn and walk away.

That night after crying in your dorm, you decided that you'd be damned if you let an ass like Malfoy talk about you that way. You are going to make him regret his words if it's the last thing you do and you know just how to do it. If there is one thing you know about Draco it's that the boy does not like to share, especially not the girl he considers his.

The next morning you set your plan into action, spending more time on your appearance than you usually would, making sure you look flawless. As you walk into the great hall for breakfast you immediately make eye contact with Draco and his jaw drops, you just smirk and walk over to your friends, not looking at him once.

You have many classes with the slytherins and in every one of them, you've successfully ignored him. He's sent you many notes apologizing for his words claiming he didn't mean it but you just read them, crumple them up, and throw them away. You aren't going to let him get away with it that easily, even if you do believe him.

Finally, your last class of the day rolls around and its charms, by this point Draco is seething with anger but you could care less. Instead of sitting at the table you usually share with him you walk right past the blonde to sit with Blaise. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head but you don't dare turn around.

"Hey Blaise, you don't mind if I sit here do you?" You've always known he has a slight crush on you.

"Of course not y/n, a pretty girl like you doesn't even have to ask." You just smile at him and take a seat, this is already going so much better than you had planned, you only wish you could see the look on Draco's face.

"You know Blaise, I noticed you've gotten a lot better at quidditch, maybe next time there's a game I can wear your jersey for good luck?"

"I'd love that, maybe you could let me take you on a date sometime?"

"We'll see about that Zabini." You wink at him, he just laughs and shakes his head. For the rest of the class, you joke around and flirt with Blaise loud enough for Draco to hear.

When you're leaving Blaise grabs you, "You have something in your hair y/n, let me get it for you." You lean in slightly so he can get it, once he does you thank him and kiss him on the cheek, very close to the corner of his mouth.

As soon as your lips touch his face you feel two cold hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you away from the dark-haired boy. Draco drags you down the hallway until you finally reach his dorm where he pushes you up against the door.

"What the hell are you playing at y/n, think you can ignore me all fucking day and then flirt with Zabini right in front of me?"

You just smile, "I don't know what you're talking about Draco." You're surprised he doesn't have steam blowing out his ear with how angry he looks.

"You know exactly what you're doing y/n! I'm really sorry, okay? I shouldn't have said any of it, I didn't mean a word-"

"Hmmm, I don't know. I don't think Blaise would say what you did about me, I think I'd rather go talk to him right now." You push him away slightly but don't get far before he has you on the door again, this time with his hand wrapped around your throat, just the way you like it.

"You're mine and only mine!" He's an inch away from your face this time.

"Prove it."

He responds instantly with his lips on yours, his other hand grabbing the end of your hair to tilt your head up while the one around your throat tightens slightly. He pulls away to take off your shirt and bra, immediately putting one of your nipples into his warm mouth while massaging the other one, making you moan.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You don't need to be told twice, you know if he has to repeat himself there will be hell to pay. You start working on his belt while looking up at him through your eyelashes. Once you get the belt off you waste no time taking off his dress pants and boxers. You begin to slowly pump him in your hand, never breaking eye contact.

"Don't tease me y/n!" You immediately flick your tongue over the tip and hollow out your cheeks, taking as much of his dick into your mouth as you could. You bob your head at a steady pace using your hand to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth, making sure to run your tongue down the base just the way he likes.

He's breathing heavily as he tangles his hand in your hair pushing himself deeper down your throat making your eyes water.

"You look so fucking pretty, you take my dick so well baby girl." You look up at Draco and the sight almost makes you cum, you've never seen someone sexier in your life. Next thing you know he's yanking you up and tearing off your skirt and panties. He takes his shirt off as well but you notice he's still holding his green tie in one hand.

"I want you on the bed face down, ass up, arms behind your back. Do you understand?" All you can manage is a slight nod. You do as you're told when you feel him come up behind you, pulling your hands together and tying them behind your back.

You jolt slightly when you feel his fingers start running up your slick folds, making you moan his name. That's when he smacks a hand down on your ass and all you can do is yelp.

"You've been a bad girl y/n," another smack, "Did you really think I would let you get away with what you did today?" You shake your head furiously as he smacks your ass again.

Draco leans in until he's an inch away from your ear making you clench. "I want you to beg for it." he whispers.

"Please, Draco." You're barely able to get it out, the feeling of his finger brushing against you driving you mad.

"Please what love?" He teases. Yet another smack, followed by a loud moan.

"Please fuck me, I'm begging you." With that he pushes into you, grabbing your hair and pulling you up so your back is against his chest. You feel his hips slamming into your ass with every thrust and all you can do is moan. He reaches around you with his other hand and starts massaging your clit making you scream his name.

He kisses up your neck and you can tell he is purposely leaving dark marks everywhere so everyone knows who you belong to. He lets go of your hair and you fall back down onto the bed, him smacking a hand on your ass again.

"Fuck-" You can't help but moan.

"You like that y/n? Let everyone know who's making you feel this good." And that's exactly what you do. You scream Draco's name over and over again.

"I'm- I'm gonna- Fuck- cum."

"Cum for me sweet girl." He speeds up and you feel your walls tighten around him making him moan your name and that's all it takes for you to let go. He rubs your clit as you ride out your high, making you see white. You feel his thrusts become sloppy and shortly after he's spilling into you.

Draco unties your wrists, kisses both of them, turning you around and pulling you into his chest.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" he looks at you a little worried.

"Perfect as always Draco." You smile at him and he just chuckles softly pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

"Good, don't ever pull that shit you did with Blaise ever again."

"Trust me, I don't plan on it."

#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco #smut #slight fluff #teasing #blaise zabini #draco one shot #draco imagine #one shot #imagine #y/n #draco x reader #jealous #jealous draco #possesive #draco smut

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine x Ezra/Anakin x Padme:

It's Like Poetry, It Rhymes

I'm already falling I couldn't help it, didn't think of the risk I got a problem, problem when I look in your eyes You're mine and you know it I'd still do it even if we were cursed Won't you be my problem? It's okay with me if it hurts - BANKS, Under the Table

George Lucas has a phrase that I always come back to regarding his work: "It's like poetry, it rhymes."

He said this in reference to Luke's battle with Vader in the Emperor's Throne Room aboard the second Death Star. During the climax of the duel, Luke faces the same choice his father did so many years ago.

And Luke chooses differently. Instead of killing Vader, he tosses aside his weapon and chooses to stop fighting. He wins the battle without violence and claims the mantle of Jedi Knight, which helps Anakin return to himself fully and turn on the Emperor.

For this post, I'm using this phrase to another interesting similarity within Star Wars: the relationship between Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger having echoes of the doomed romance of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala.

There's no way that Filoni is not aware how he's setting these two up.

Sabine, clearly, has resemblances to Ahsoka's former master; it doesn't surprise me that Ahsoka immediately cut Sabine's training short after the Purge of Mandalore.

Sabine is messy, angry, reckless, impulsive, and obviously depressed after experiencing so much trauma in her life. Despite her efforts to keep up appearances that everything's fine with her, we can tell in the Ahoska premiere that she still keenly feels the loss of Ezra and her family.

Anakin was the same way. We know his story; I won't re-hash it here.

Because of Sabine's inability to reflect on her problems - much like Anakin - they tend to influence her decisions. She can't focus on what needs to be done, versus what she wants to be done.

Love versus duty. The age old conundrum.

She should have destroyed the map to Thrawn. She didn't. She could not face returning to a galaxy without Ezra Bridger in it.

Anakin prevented Jedi Master Mace Windu from finishing Palpatine because he wanted the knowledge to save Padme from death.

Anakin's decision, I also want to remind, led to Padme's death being realized. In doing what he did to prevent it, he ended up causing it to come true.

Sabine's decision to save Ezra . . . well, we've yet to see how Filoni plays this out. But I think there might be a similar outcome here; some sort of consequence for Ezra due to Sabine's actions.

The galaxy - both times - shifted on its axis and began to spiral towards darkness. The Empire rose. Thrawn returned.

The seeds of darkness have already been planted in Sabine. Her decision to hand over the map to Baylon was a failure of temptation. And once you go down the path of the dark side, it's incredibly hard to turn away. Yoda told this to Luke and he failed to heed his advice until it was almost too late.

Lucas, with Luke and Vader, had them face the same dilemma in their respective journeys to show how different their choices would be and how their characters, despite being so much alike, were ultimately different.

So Filoni, with Sabine and Ezra, is - at least in my point of view - doing the same. He's going to have these two reckon with what Sabine did only for them to choose differently than what happened with Anakin and Padme.

We never really saw Anakin and Padme reconcile after his fall. That's the tragedy of their relationship.

But with Sabine and Ezra, there's still hope. They can choose better and not end up cursed like their predecessors.

For one, Ahsoka is literally right there. I'm uncertain as to how much she knows about the reason for Anakin's downfall but if she does know (or Anakin's Force ghost reveals it to her) then she's perfectly armed with the knowledge to make sure Sabine doesn't follow the same path.

Sabine and Ezra also have much more of a personal history with each other. Their foundation is built on stronger material than Anakin and Padme's. There's a lot of trust and respect and love already built into it.

But, admittedly, Sabine's actions threaten to unmake that relationship. I've talked about it before in a previous post; that she could end up losing Ezra due to her selfishness.

And that's not even mentioning the reactions from Hera. Hera, thinking of her son, Jacen, and her desire to raise him in a galaxy not at war. Now it's being threatened by Thrawn's return.

All because of Sabine's need to save Ezra.

I really don't know how, but I'm excited to see Sabine and Ezra work it out. Because we've never seen a proper redemption arc in Star Wars. Anakin was redeemed, yes, but he died shortly afterwards.

Sabine has to put in the work to make up for what she did. She's already started on the path by staying behind with Ahsoka instead of going home with Ezra, but being open to the Force now means that there's only more trials and temptations ahead.

I can't overstate how worried we should be for Sabine. She messed up so badly before being able to tap into the Force. And now she has it.

I know she's on the path to set things right but that temptation will never go away. It will only be amplified, going forward, and I'm sure that there will be more opportunities for abuse considering the inevitable conflict between Thrawn and the New Republic.

And then there's Ezra, of course. Her desire to keep him safe.

Because he wouldn't sit on the sidelines, even if he wanted to. Sabine's actions, like it or not, have involved him in ways that he cannot understand. He'll be at the center of this fight.

I expect Sabine is going to experience some troubling visions soon. I'm thinking similar to what Luke faced in the cave on Dagobah, or even what Anakin saw during his encounter with the Mortis gods.

There's nowhere to hide anymore now that she's stuck on Peridea.

The Force, I'm sure, is going to have a lot to show Sabine about herself that's been hidden away. I hope she's ready.

Much as I want to see these two together and living happily, it can't happen until Sabine and Ezra work through these issues together.

Because if they can't, well . . . we've seen how that story ends.

#ezra bridger #sabine wren #ezrabine #sabezra #ahsoka show #ahsoka #star wars #star wars rebels #eman esfandi #natasha liu bordizzo #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #sabine x ezra #anakin x padme

[transautisticmikewheeler]

@voydhund HERE YOU GO, I WAS INSPIRED

title: how could i ever give you up?

rating: teen and up

relationships: mike wheeler/will byers

additional tags: trans mike wheeler, autistic mike wheeler, periods, hurt/comfort, post season 4

summary: mike has never been excited about getting his period, but will definitely makes it better.

Letting a groan escape his mouth, Mike squeezes his eyes shut, body curled up tight despite his long limbs. He'd pushed his blanket off hours ago, feeling like he was overheating with anything on top of him. He can tell he's cramping bad this time, and without a doubt, he knows Will is going to ban him from the party meetup today.

He groans again, the realization hitting him. Too bad taking T didn't stop it, he thinks with a hazy mind.

He's still in the same position when his bedroom door opens minutes later, a hand falling on his arm.

"Mike? Baby?"

Mike feels like crying at his boyfriend's voice. "...Get the heating pad, please," Mike answers weakly.

"Period came early?" He can hear Will digging in his closet, looking for the heating pad his mom got specifically for him.

"Yeah," Mike groans, the pain hitting him again. "I really fucking hate this..."

Will hums, and seconds later he's pulling at Mike's arm. "C'mon, we gotta make sure you're not bleeding everywhere and get you some tylenol."

Mike slowly follows, wincing at how his skin pulls. One very good thing about getting your period early: not having the energy or willpower to get a pad. He's definitely not being sarcastic.

Will drops him off at the bathroom, turning the shower on when Mike asks.

"I'll find you some sweatpants and a t-shirt?" Will offers over the sound of running water.

And Mike kind of feels bad about this, about making Will do all of this for him just because his abdomen hurts. "Yeah, sorry about... all of this." He waves his hand like an afterthought, watching as Will's expression shifts in a way that Mike has trouble reading even after all these years.

"Mike," he starts softly, kneeling down in front of Mike. "I don't mind doing all of this for you. I love you."

Mike wrinkles his nose. "I know, but I shouldn't need you to drag me out of bed." He looks down, hands rubbing together, or more caressing, searching for softness. "I'm supposed to be able to take care of myself."

"Well," Will starts, reaching forward to push hair out of Mike's face and gently coax his head back up. "You're in pain and a lot of people wouldn't be able to either. I want to make it easier however I can. If that means I help you take care of yourself, then I'll do it."

Again, Mike feels like crying. "Thank you for being here," he murmurs instead.

"Of course." Will stands up, pressing a kiss to the top of Mike's head. "Now, you need to shower."

Then Will is gone, and Mike is wincing as he peels his clothes off, blanching at the blood. The warm water is soothing, and he can admit he feels better when he's done.

The clothes are on the sink when he gets out. He dries off and throws his underwear and a pad on first, grabbing the dark sweatpants next. Finally, Mike realizes that the shirt is one of Will's, and a smile splits his face.

Will is sat on his bed, a book in hand when he gets to the doorway of his room. He looks up, smiling, and reaches for the bottle beside him, standing to get the water from Mike's nightstand.

"Here." Two pills are set in his palm, and he wastes no time swallowing them, the dull ache already sharpening again.

Mike collapses back on the bed, curling up before Will passes him the warmed-up heating pad to place under his stomach. "Thanks," Mike mutters, as Will slides in behind him.

"No problem," he returns. "I told the others we won't make it today."

Mike hums, waiting for the medication to kick in. "And they're okay without us?" He tries not to sound worried, but he knows Will instantly sees through him.

"They just hope you get better, baby. They know you're in good hands."

Mike can't help the instant blush that covers his cheeks. "Okay." He snuggles back in Will's arms, content to know that his boyfriend is still here.

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #trans mike wheeler #🔗 #my fics #it's not exact but like.... #the vibes take me where they take me

[toomuchracket]

okayyyy hear me out. d word matty sick fic either before or in the early days of them getting together officially. matty spotting u at work Clearly unwell and having to physically drag you out, insisting all the while ur fine despite yacking in the work toilet like 5 minutes prior. confiscating your laptop so you cant try go answer emails. dodging ur attempts at work chat for the next couple days as ur getting better

oh yes ok so you're like right on the cusp of dating matty - you've hung out a couple of times and it's been sweet but platonic and quite frankly you're both desperate to see each other more often and more seriously. which makes it all the more awkward when you take ill at work and he clocks it - he rocks up like 2 hours after you start to find you sitting at your desk, skin greying a little bit, wearing your cardigan and denim jacket indoors yet still shivering, despite it being literally early june. and he's immediately side-eyeing like "you alright, sweetheart?", to which you're like "mhmm just chilly", and matty's like "hmm ok"; it's a tuesday and it's really quiet in the office, so he sets up his laptop at another desk nearby and keeps an eye on you while he responds to emails and whatnot, unconvinced that you're actually alright. and he's right to think that and be concerned - you're visibly shaky walking over to file something, and then at one point without warning you clap your hand over your mouth and run to the bathroom. when you come back, looking horrid, matty's like "you're not alright, darlin', i think you should just go home", and you're shaking your head like "nope it's fine i'm fine i'll stay. i think i just ate something weird a couple of days ago. no big deal", but literally three seconds later a wave of nausea hits you so hard that you have to grab the bin from under your desk in case you throw up again; you don't, but it's enough for matty to put his foot down and say "nope, i'm giving you a lift home right now". and you're like "no really it's fine. if i have to go i'll just get the tube" and matty's aghast like "you're going to get the tube when you feel like shit? do you want to fucking die? come on, babe". he's got a point - the thought of puking on the tube is a horrible one - but you're still like "i just don't want to inconvenience you, matty. and also, like, what if i yosh in your car? that would be awful", and matty says "you're never an inconvenience to me, sweetheart, really. just want to make sure you're ok". you swear his eyes soften when he says that, and your heart flutters as the two of you smile sweetly at each other - the moment ends quickly, though, as you double over with a stomach cramp and matty's like "actually, maybe bring that bin with you to the car, just in case", before he helps you gather up your shit and ushers you out to his car. you tell him your address (you're quite excited and a bit relieved to hear him say "oh, that's not too far from me! this is the way i'd drive home anyway, babe. and we're on the same train line"), and thus begins the journey; it takes slightly longer than expected because of roadworks and traffic, which matty repeatedly apologises for, but you're both secretly grateful for the extra time spent together, listening to one of matty's insane playlists and chatting, so much so that you actually feel sad when he turns onto your street.

he parks outside your house and carries your bag to the door for you sweetly; less sweetly, though, he does make you forfeit your laptop "so you can't sneak on and work while you're meant to be getting better. don't you try to argue, sweetheart, i know what you're like". you blush at that, which makes matty giggle - after that, he hugs you and kisses your head, running back to his car before you can even react to the affection and promising to check in with you later. and he does; he calls you after dinner that night to see how you're feeling, and you can hear him rolling his eyes when you say "good. haven't eaten, but i've stopped puking, at least. should be fine to come to work tomorrow". matty's like "oh my god please just focus on feeling better, babe, work can wait. in fact, i'm putting a moratorium on work chat. tell me what you thought of my playlist in the car instead", which makes you laugh, and the conversation is just unprofessional after that. he even pops round with flowers on his way home from work the next day - you berate him for going out of his way just to see you, but you're very touched that he would (and lowkey mortified that this is how he's seeing the flat for the first time, you being an invalid). when you tell matty as much (not the bit about the flat), he blushes and shrugs like "like i said, sweetheart, you're on my route home. and i like seeing you, and talking to you" - he takes a nervous drink of his tea and then says "maybe we should start commuting to work together, once you're feeling better. makes sense, if we live near each other. and i know my mornings would be better if you were the first person i saw after i woke up". you smile back just as shyly like "i'd like that. get you on the half 8 train tomorrow?", and matty's like "it's a date" <3

#mads answers asks #chatty bits #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch4 Deathly Vows

(Warnings: Y/n gets a small cut on her finger and mentioning of blood.)

The moon shined red as blood tonight as shadows moved.

Quiet night. Unholy night of beasts. Feasting their sights upon the stray women who dare stay out at night when the full moon rises, lighting the pathway for the beasts to claim their prey. Gnashing teeth, snarling fangs waiting to take a bite into innocent flesh where the terrible claws miss. Waiting to snatch you away down into their dark abyss never to return. She was none what so ever concerned about traveling alone tonight. She had better places to be and anyone who dared be foolish enough to tangle with the night would never be heard from again. One look at it would deter most creatures away. But hier business was not with them.

You shivered in the wind that picked up clutching your phone and the small bouquet of flowers closer as you rubbed your shoulders in a vain attempt to bring what limited warmth you had back to your body.

Partially through what was left of the limited moonlight, you passed by some wild trees that made your stomach flip bu it came a different feeling.

The feeling of being watched.

It didn't start out that way. At first it was just an aspect in the back of your mind you brushed of as paranoia of the manor's old ghost stories echoing in your mind. The feeling first came around when the sun had just started to set and it wasn't strong enough to warrant anything more than a two second thought and hand waving them off. However thing's changed. The sun soon disappeared over the horizon to be kissed good night by it's counterpart, the moon, and the walking woman was glad that it was a full moon, for it brought moonlight strong enough for you to see the pathway as your feet continued to walk. With it came the feeling but tenfold. You've only felt this way before back at Zephyr University whenever Taylor wanted to get your attention, that same feeling also returned with the feeling of being followed, but every time your head snapped over your shoulder towards the Darkness behind you....

There would be nothing.

Literally nothing. Nothing but the cold wind starting to pick up. You brushed it off as just your paranoia getting the better of you and you set your jaw against the wind. There was nothing there anyways so what did you have to worry about?

"Come on, Y/n." You thought to yourself with a shake of your head and a deep inhale. "You're just being irrational is all. You need to get your bearings and figure out what to do with a clear head."

"You alright there?", Taylor asked through the earpiece sounding concerned.

"Yeah. I guess it's just all the spooky stuff getting to me. I can't help but feel like I'm in a horror movie. Creepy haunted manor, all alone, full blood moon, even creepier abandoned cemetery, and I'm dressed up like those useless women in those movies. Y'know the ones that wear heels and are written to be very stupid and we're always angry at how stupid they are in the movie."

Taylor groaned. "I know. Why even add those kinds of characters into movies when everyone knows they're just gonna be the first killed off?! It's really redundant at this point."

Taylor's annoyed voice brought some ease to your heart as you stepped along the stone path. Your heels clicking on with each step. "Well I made it around the manor. There's nothing here but an old barn that looks like the remains of an old barn, and a small brick road leading somewhere. I'm gonna follow it for a bit and see if it leads anywhere."

"Really? Huh. I thought they'd at least leave the headstones."

You shrugged despite Taylor being unable to see you. "They either broke down over the years or the Gallaghers moved them along with the bodies." You still followed the brick pathway until it moved farther and farther away from the manor. "So far it looks like this pathway is leading nowhere too. "

"Any other old buildings around there?"

"Nope." You stopped just as the last few bricks ended a yard before a tree. "It just stops at a dead end." You looked around and saw nothing except for..You rose a brow and nudged what looked like the remains of an old broken plant pot. "Maybe this is where they had the outdoor garden?"

"Maybe. Or maybe this is where the graves were!," Taylor's voice lit up in glee. "Try one last E.V.P session! You might catch something!"

"Alright but after this then we go home. Deal?"

"Deal!," He agreed.

You got a third time pulled out your phone and allowed the process to repeat for a third time as your other hand rubbed your arms in a vain attempt to keep warm. "Hello. Is there anyone here with me tonight?" You didn't hear anything but the wind but jumped as a clash of thunder sounded overhead. Looking up you saw more clouds gather up. Better make this quick. "Is there anyone from the Gallagher family here?" You pushed your veil out of the way and kept going quickly. "Is there any message you want me to pass on for you?" You waited a minute before asking one last question. "Can you do anything to make your presence known?" You waited a long time again straining your eyes in the dark but saw nothing. Heard nothing but the wind. "...*sigh* Ok. I'm gonna stop recording now."

"Did you see anything?"

"Nothing but creepy outdoors. I'll check the footage real quick and then I'm coming back."

"Alright, Bud. Don't take too long. It looks like it's about to rain."

Couldn't argue with that. Do once again the process repeated itself. "Hello. Is there anyone here with me tonight?" ...Nothing. "Is there anyone from the Gallagher family here?" You held it up to your ear to listen against the wind but once again nothing. "Is there any message you want me to pass on for you?" Again silence. "Can you do anything to make your presence known?" Again. Nothing. You sighed already guessing what you would see on the footage when you rewound it and sure enough once again there WAS NOTHING.

"Taylor, there's nothing here," you said defeated, "Even if there was ghosts here they all either moved on or not gonna talk to us. It's literally a dead end."

Taylor didn't say anything but you could feel the disappointment on the other side. Eventually he sighed. "It's.. I-It's alright, Bud. I know you did your best. Let's regather a-and figure out where to go from here."

"Good idea. My feet are killing me." You turned- "GAH!!" Only to trip on your long train fall to your hands and knees. Hand gripping your roses- "OW!" Your hand recoiled pulling back to you as a thorn from the roses poked out from the delicate paper wrapped around them and cut your hand oozing a red liquid.

THUD!! CLINK, CLINK- 

Your phone fell to the ground with a thud, thankfully landing on the grass and avoiding a shattered screen. However something else fell loose from the folds of the dress. Two tiny, shiny circle bands rolled down the dress and fell to the old brick path in front of you. Making clinking sounds as they rolled to a stop near your hands. Your f/c eyes blinked looking down at them.. before your eyes widened in shock and horror at seeing them.

Your old engagement rings-

"Hey! Hey, Buddy! Are you ok? Give me a status update!", Taylor piped up in worry.

"Y-Yeah...I'm ok." You answered slowly stunned first reaching out to grab your phone and then reaching out a hand shakily to the two rings. "...I can't believe they're still here.."

"I...What is?"

You didn't speak at first. Shakily grabbing the rings and slowly standing up. Wind blowing the veil around you. The blood moonlight giving a reddish glint to the golden shine of the two rings in your hand. Amongst and on them was red smeared from the prick the rose gave you. Great. You'll need to disinfectant and bandaid that later.

".... Ian's rings."

There was a shocked pause from the other side. "WHAT?!" Taylor shouted nearly taking your ears off with his voice.

"Not so loud!..*sigh*" your eyes looked back at the pretty rings. They weren't the most expensive, only being simple golden bands, but they carried behind it a heavy fortune of bad memories. "I can't believe they were here the entire time. I totally forgot about them."

"I thought you would've sold them by now." Taylor's voice was obviously annoyed and laced with distaste. "How do you even still have them?"

"I must've forgotten about them in the box with the dress. I guess they got tangled up in the folds of the dress and me tripping like in those loony cartoons knocked 'em loose." You glared at the rings. "Of course they'd show up now." As if your night couldn't be worse.

"He was a real jerk! I'm glad he's not around anymore or else I would've-!...I would've..Well I don't know what I'd do but I would've definitely done something!!"

You snorted at him despite yourself being angry. "I still can't believe I saw anything in him. He couldn't even say his vows right at the rehearsal...I guess that was because he was imagining saying them to someone else the whole time."

"Good riddance I say! You're better off without him! ... Don't feel bad about it. It's all in the past now. "

"Yeah. I'm surprised though he's into acting when he couldn't even recite his own vows right when pretending he cared."

"What was his vows anyways? I bet they were so bland and cheesey."

You snickered along with him. "They were." You cleared your throat before in a bad impression of Ian's voice you spoke in a cheesy lovestruck tone. "My beautiful love. Bind our blood in ceremony and let me share your name." A hand outstretched to no one as you fake acted out processing your love to an invisible imaginary person. "Under the stars of the heavens, I solemly swear, that this hand will always be kind and never cruel. That my voice will only speak truth. That this life is now forever yours." The outstretched hand pretended to take the imaginary person's hand. "Now as yours is mine."

You could hear some slow clapping and a stuffed guffaw from the earpiece from Taylor. Making you smile and continue.

"Bind our souls to infinity and I will promise you love and devotion through sickness and health and beyond the realms of death." You continued to speak remembering the details of the day like it happened yesterday. "I will love you in all your forms now and forever. Through several lifetimes and back." Your voice was low and smooth now speaking it like you meant it with pride. "From now to infinity." You held up one of the lightly bloodied rings up as if actually presenting it to someone. "Unyielding. Untainted. Undeniable. With this voice I promise you my love and heart. With this ring, I ask you to be mine!" You held up the rings- only to accidentally again trip on your train and slip. "Crap!"

You ended up landing on just your knees his time. Both rings again falling to the ground and rolling away from sight. Not that you really cared about that as much as you cared about the soreness this goofy outfit was causing you.

"Are you alright?"

You hissed slowly moving to stand back up. "Yeah. I just keep tripping over my stupid dress."

You scrambled to grab your phone again and look around for the rings. Where'd they go? You looked around for the two rings and eventually found them laying just in front of you in the grass. Ah. There they are. You were half tempted to just leave them there but you could clean them up and pawn them for some money at least. Your hand reached out to them- 

Until something grabbed your wrist-

It was like the air itself had wrapped around your wrist and PULLED! You yelled out as you arm was tugged forward and you yelled as your other hand shot out to brace yourself against the ground. A horror feeling shot through your body as you looked up and saw..

Literally nothing there.

The moonlight illuminated the area in front of you and you could see nothing but you felt an iron grip on you arm. You couldn't help but let out a little yell of fright before you started pulling back in a panic. Pulling back and yanking at the otherworldly grip keeping you in place. Your other arm flying out to grip your arm and pull back as hard as you could. Pulling, yelling, and fighting back until whatever it was gave- You ended up falling onto your backside scrambling away from your position and hastily shooting up to your feet stand. Your lungs heaved in horror at nothing. 

The wind howled around you blowing the veil around like some bridal cape. The clouds increased in the sky and the bloody moon oozed it's light down on misfortune. 

THUMP-

Your mouth dropped in horror as the ground under your feet moved, as of a great beast was disturbed by your presence. The ground rumbled and shook as you teetered and waved your arms around to steady yourself from falling again. Pupils the sizes of pins as you gave small gasps and yelps as thunder crashed overhead thunder reigning through the sky and cold wind swirling around. Until the monster under the dirt finally ceased and all was still again. You gasped out and stood there panting heavily as everything just..

Stopped.

As if it didn't even happen. You panted looking around yourself but not seeing anything. What the hell just happened?!

"Hey! Hey, Y/n! What's going on over there?," Taylor piped up suddenly. "The connection just went out and there was nothing but static on your end!"

"I-..I-I don't know." You shakily looked about you-

BAM!!

A hollow push erupted from the ground in front of you. Eyes going small as something from the depths battered it's way from beneath the surface. A feeling of ice injected itself into your veins as something pushed out from under your feet. Dirt pushed up with each deep push upwards. Cracks formed between old roots and rocks. Two shiny rings slowly rolled away from the jostling-

Only to be snatched up as a white hand burst from beneath the soil.

Body froze. Jaw opening. Eyes wide as the moon. Digits old and worn flexed out feeling against the nearly disturbed dirt until they found their target in two small rings. Fingers long and boney curled around them drawling them into it's cold dead palm before it retreated back down into the depths of the abyss leaving a disturbed dirt mound behind. The wind carried what sounded like a happy sigh of relief after the soft dirt stopped moving about.

"I do." 

There was a grim pause. Wind howling. AND THEN THE GROUND BEGAN RISING UP WITH MORE FORCE-

She didn't hesitate for a moment. Not even a second. Not when the woman turned around and RAN.

Every runner knows that the first warning sign of danger is a sense of dread, a feeling of impending doom. You are about to run away from a monster. But how do you prepare for this? Y/n had always hated dark forests with its lumbering tall trees. It was a place where she felt fear. The dark teased like taunting bullies, each sway of a branch creaking it's maniacal glee and every whistle the wind whipped by your ears whistled their sick pleasure in watching her panicked state of mind. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK!! Went the sounds of her heels against the bricked ground and curling tree roots, like spiderwebs under her feet, ready to snag her and make her join the abyss any moment. The darkness caged you in with the mockery of noises, a canopy of night shrouding the way out. But for now you only knew one thing.

RUN.

Your body felt light, only being able to feel every time your feet slapped against the ground which would surely be sore later, but you didn't care. You could be hurting for the next ten years for all you cared! Please gods just let you get away! Your eyes darted around for any signs of escape only being shown endless darkness instead. Your only hope was to get back to Taylor! Or to get back to the manor! A place you could at least take refuge. Your arm were partially extended in front of you, to push and swipe down any bush, branches, and other plants in your way as you ran, other hand holding up your dress in a vain attempt to keep from tripping. Stumbling and half tripping over large tree roots and clumps of grass in your wake, but still making good distance. Until the burning in your lungs threatened to make you drop, and you were forced to start slowly down step by step until you were hugging the side of a tree for life, your arms desperately gripping the rough bark until the imprints were deep in your palm and your knuckles were deep white, forcing your body to step around the tree until you reached it's front and you hid yourself behind it from the direction you just ran from. Your back hit the hard tree and your head tilted towards the heavens, hands clutching your pounding heart. And there was silence other than the mockery of wind and branch creaks. Your throat and lungs were on fire. Your heart pounded almost painfully in your chest. And you did not dare move in fear of seeing that-...that-....MONSTER somewhere behind you.

That-....That wasn't real r-r-right? It COULDN'T be real! It was just a figment of your imagination projected by your fear! T-That must've been the case!...But then..How were you able to make contact with it if it was just a hallucination? You felt your hand make contact with that thing's grip and you felt the struggle you gave. You stood there, shaking harder than a tree in a tsunami in dead of winter. Other than the gasps of air your body forced you to make, you dared not make a sound. Not a noise. The whole time you stayed perfectly still as ever so slowly your heart rate decreased the longer the silence went on and the longer nothing appeared. Slowly your lungs and throat's fire extinguished with the help of the cold wind you swallowed, and what was left behind was just a dull soreness. The rapid beating of your heart calmed slowly until it was just a little above what it would normally be beating. Your eyes slowly regained focus from the sheer panic. And your body calmed down but not your mind. Your mind still raced in fear from what you just saw and you stared straight up at the creaking branches of the tree you hid behind. The panic still clear and making you do nothing but listen in anticipation, like a rabbit hiding from a pursuing fox. But still...nothing but silence. And when your eyes slowly looked to the right and your face followed until your cheek and side of the face was pressed against the rough tree bark awaiting for any sounds, but nothing still came.

It was a stupid decision...A bad one really but-..

You slowly scraped your back against the back of the tree slowly inching your way to the side of the tree, and ever so slowly, poked your head out. Not all the way. Just enough to look out at the direction you ran from and saw...nothing. Nothing but darkness and trees. And that made you pause. There was...nothing? Nothing at all? Slowly you pushed your head fully out to see better, and took your time grazing your eyesight around the darkness, straining your eyes in the limited light that seeped between the leaves and branches. Quietly listening for anything running after you, but still nothing came. ...You-..You must've lost whatever that was. You exhaled a shaky sigh of relief and slumped back against the tree. Eyes closing as a wave of relief washed over your tired body. 

''What am I doing!? Don't just stand there like an idiot!! RUN!!''

You listened to your inner voice, you turned on your heels and began running again taking the opportunity given to you by the gods. You didn't care if you got lost this time, you only cared about living. And so through the darkness the abyss had to offer, you again ran. Not which direction you were heading. Not sure who you'd run into or if you got more lost, but you were darned determined to not be eaten tonight by anyone! Not today demons! Or..zombie.OR WHATEVER THE HECK THAT WAS! You only did what you did before. Your heels clicked against the ground which would surely be sore later, but you didn't care. Your f/c eyes darted around for any signs of escape only being shown endless darkness instead. Your arms were partially extended in front of you, to push and swipe down any bush, branches, and other plants in your way as you ran. Stumbling and half tripping over large tree roots and clumps of grass in your wake, but still making good distance. Until the burning in your lungs threatened to make you drop, and this time the roots claiming your feet snagged onto a particularly large root, and a few feet you went tumbling.

Your screams of tumbling over a few feet were cut short as it felt like you hit every single root, rock, and hard spot on your way down. Pain exploded everywhere your body made contact with the ground until finally with a final thud, your body fell hard onto soft grass. Knocking the air out of your lungs and you gasping for air on your side. Your body was in pain from everywhere your body hit the ground and you were sure it would leave bruises and scratches later. You coughed and gasped for air, lungs burning but you nearly stopped breathing again when load ghost like moaning came from up the path that was DEFINITELY NOT wind making your body feel like it was dipped in ice as your heartbeats sore. No. Not more of them. Not again! Adrenaline kicked in now as your body wobbled and felt so light, not to mention hurt, as you forced yourself to stand and start walk-running away, swaying as you still gasped for air but your panicked state didn't care about the pain or anything as you somehow quickly got your balance back and started running through the dark. The sounds and darkness of the forest blocked almost all moonlight as you blindly ran to try and get away from the giant demons, to keep from being eaten. You ran...and ran...and ran blindly in the dark with your hands in front of you. Branches and other plants hitting your legs and face as you did, the sounds of the things behind you disappearing as you kept running. At one point you had the brilliant idea to look behind you to see if anything was following you-

"AH!"

Your foot once again got caught on something. You screamed as your body went tumbling head over heels down a hill in the dark. Your already sore and hurt body becoming even more so as you rolled and rolled and rolled until you finally came to a stop at the bottom of it onto your back, with your body facing the sky. Your vision swam and your head spun as you stared up dizzily at the sky as your vision slowly went around and around and around until it focused. And you gave a cough as your burning lungs heaved against your chest. Your heart feeling as if it'll explode any moment it was beating so fast, you couldn't stop it! You just sat there gasping and panting and clutching your chest. Your brain felt foggy. No...No. Don't black out now! Get up! COME ON GET UP!! Muscles burnt. Barely able to breath. The dirt and grass felt stinging cold and burnt your skin as you turned on your side to weakly lay on your stomach, your face gasping the sweet scent of grasses for a moment as you laid there for a sweet few silent seconds, before you allowed yourself to look up and you stopped..gasping heavily and staring at what was before you in awe.

The manor!! If you could get inside then you could wait for Taylor to get help or until daylight broke. Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you gathered up your dress in your arms, you heaved in worry as you wobble ran as fast as your legs could carry your body. It felt like an eternity scrambling to and then around the mansion not daring to look back. You knew it was ALWAYS a bad idea to look back during chases! Especially in horror movies. You'll be darned if you made the same mistake!  You made for the front. Practically beelining it to the old doors as they creaked and groaned under your force to throw them open and then slam them closed behind you. Your back presses against the cold thick wood and there you stood panting heavily. It felt like two fists were squeezing your lungs out of any air they sucked in at all. Your heart pounded hard enough in your chest to be mistaken for a drum in a parade. Your senses on fire yet on the same time highly alert. 

Whatever you woke up was out there. Whatever it was, was most definitely looking for you! What had you done to cause this?!

"Alack, alack." Your body nearly shut down. Frozen in place. "What blood is this which stains the stony entrance of this sepulcher?"

The temperature suddenly dropped to the point it felt like your body was freezing in your veins. Something in your brain screams at your legs to run but you couldn't move.

"W-What?! Who was that?! What's going on over there?! The signal keeps fading in and out!," Taylor's voice still sounded through but static-y and distant not that your fearful brain noticed.

Your jaw dropped as right at the top of the stairs someone... SOMETHING that looked like a man materialized slowly and out of nothing. Blur overtaking all its lightly translucent glory before a clash of lightning and a moment later it's eyes were opened and looking right down the flight of stairs and right at your own. 

"Fresh blood in my esteemed estate. Stained on a bundle of red roses no less. A tragic sight indeed but none quite as tragic as the sight of the one who stands before me so pray tell.." Lightning struck again and in an instant he went from the top of the stairs to literal feet away from you making you jump in fright. "Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

Your draw dropped in shock. Mouth too dry to speak and body too paralyzed to move. Fear gripping onto you tight. Only two words managing to escape you.

"I-I'm sorry," you squeaked out pathetically in a way that seemed to catch the spook off guard.

He blinked for a moment taken aback before he pulled away to stare. Blue otherworldly eyes scanned the trembling woman before him, slowly taking in the outfit she wore and how beautiful it made her look. A bridal attire. A lady's bridal attire. He hadn't seen one of those in nearly a century and a half.  This was... certainly a surprise. Not a thing he was expecting to show up to, nor had he really expected to be called out in such a manner...Yet here they both were.

"Your attire," he spoke slowly causing her to jump. "It's..rather unusual for a woman at this time of night and in such a strange situation. Are you about to hold a ceremony here of all places? Or are you perhaps waiting for a secret lover to appear, to run away together and elope?" He rose a brow. "I can not fathom why else you'd be dressed like this here of all places." He sighed when you still stared holding up a hand. "I do not need to offend or startle you. But I do have a right to ask after being summoned."

Dazed, shocked, and a little bit confused you only shook your head no. "N-No..N-None of T-That."

He only furrowed his brows in deeper confusion. "Then why are you here? Explain."

"I just-..." You slowly held up your hands. "Look. I-I think there's been a huge misunderstanding. Y-You see I-I was actually..Um.. It's actually h-hard to explain." He crossed his arms. Guess he literally had all eternity. "I was just looking for g-ghosts."

"Looking for...ghosts?" You nodded. "You were looking for me specifically then? I did hear you call out my family name several times."

"I..well yes B-But it was only because I w-wanted to actually see if you were here or not! I-I didn't mean to disturb you I swear! I only wanted to-...Well.."

He.. slowly nodded. And it dawned on you finally. Elias Gallagher. This was freaking Elias Gallagher!! Undead in all his ectoplasmic glory. You were talking to the ghost of a murder victim from nearly two hundred years ago!!

"I see. But that doesn't explain your strange attire. I do hope it wasn't too mock my late demise."

"A glass shattering sound went off in your mind. "WHAT?! NO!" You waved your hands with a startled look. "It's just that...Well I just happened to have this after.. something bad happened to me too a-and I heard something bad happened to your big day too! It's not mockery but...W-Well a way of saying that I know how you feel a-and I get that." It was the truth after all.

Your words took Elias by surprise staring at you in shock before you gained a look of pity from him. "Oh dear. You poor thing had experienced such a sorrow?"

You nodded sighing in relief. "Yes. I wasn't really..I mean I didn't experience anything like you but it was pretty bad."

"How do?"

"Well, for one he didn't even show up to our ceremony at all." Your words seemed to only surprise him more. "A-And he only showed up after everyone else left just to tell me that he still had feelings for his ex and it turns out that he never told them about me and I found out that I WAS the side woman all along!" A tang of anger hit you as you spoke.

"Side.. woman?"

"Oh... It's another term for a mistress." You guessed he wouldn't know modern slang like 'side piece'.

Elias looked appalled pressing a hand to his chest and at the same time looking at you in pity. "Oh goodness. It's not a wonder you'd turn to such ways to drastically heal yourself."

What did he mean by that? Ghost hunting? You shook your head. "Y-Yeah. Well that's in the past now so..."

"Oh you poor dear. You and I are not dissimilar at all in that regard. I am well acquainted with such tragedy, and know your wounds must be tended to at once. Tell me.." He smiled leaning closer. "Would you like to forget about the cur that broke your heart?"

You blinked shaking your head. "Ugh. I'd like to forget his stupid face but it's not that easy."

"Nonsense, my dear. What is your name perhaps?"

You blinked again. "You didn't even tell him your name did you?"

"Y/n. It's Y/n, Mr. Gallagher."

His smile widened. "Well then. Y/n, I vow to lift all of your anxiety and regrets for it is within my power for as long as you remain in these walls." You stared at him. Vow? What did he mean by vow? "To have you the same passionate way you had promised me." You jumped as a cold hand grabbed yours and held it up only to freeze as a second later a familiar golden ring was slipped onto your hand's ring finger. "Because now...Now even death won't do us part."

You stared mouth agape as a ghostly hand delicately reached out to cup your cheek. You involuntarily shivered. It felt like cold cobwebs against the skin. "W-What are you talking about?"

"Your vows. You said them so perfectly when presenting me your token of affection." He held up your hand with his making you look at his ghostly hand and freezing more seeing both hands have a matching lightly red stained golden band. "Of course I'd accept it."

Your body froze more becoming rigid..Until your world spun. Light swirled and ground swayed. Until black enveloped your vision. Your body leaned to the right. And the last thing you felt was two cold arms wrapping pulling you into a much colder chest.

#tgogm #thegroomofgallaghermansion #the groom of gallagher mansion #Until Death Do you vow #elias gallagher x reader #elias gallagher #taylor potts #taylor potts x reader

[puer-aurea]

id like to imagine all the winners, in the persona of the season they won in, get to sit together during the games. so, not like their secret life personas are hanging together, but 3L!Grian and LL!Scott DL!Pearl LimL!Martyn and now SL!Scar

and they each have one thing that was important/big to their season

Part 2

Grian is the first to enter the winner's room with his Pizza banner. The ground is sandy and the wallpaper is made to look like cacti. He touches it, hesitantly, testing if it's real cacti. To his relief, it isn't, and he rests his whole hand on it for a moment. The room is rather spacious and sandstone seats line the back wall. The air is warm, but he's used to it. This is his desert, with the faux sun high in the faux sky.

He takes a seat on the sandstone, reminiscing in the familiar feeling. It's not long before he pulls his knees up tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around his thighs and his parrot wings around his whole body. It's an act of hiding himself from whomever the next victor is. Grian prays it isn't Scar, he doesn't think he could bare to face him.

The first thing to signal a new winner is the sky. The sun has set and a faux moon illuminates the space around him. He had been sitting alone so long he felt like a part of the scenery, but now with the change he feels out of place. The previously sandstone stairs are now a sleek spruce wood, and the cacti wallpaper has changed to forest-y wallpaper. The air cooled slightly, still warm, but not the overbearing warmth of the desert. In fact, the only sign of a desert left is the sandy floor.

And then Scott walks in with a satisfied smile and wither skeleton skull. And Grian knows he's not his Scott, it's a small change but, Grian can tell he's not the same. Despite that, he can't help the words that spill from his mouth.

"I'm sorry we couldn't protect Jimmy."

"What? Oh, no hard feelings. It's funny, actually, he died first again." Scott decides not to say he died because of Grian.

He also decides not to say Mumbo fell next because of Grian, within seconds of him killing Jimmy. And that they were all teammates. He knows Grian must be dealing with a lot still, it's better to keep it to himself. Scott sits by Grian, who's still trying to make himself small, clearly scared of whoever the next victor may be. They occasionally make conversation, but it's more one sided seeing as it's just Scott telling Grian about the new season.

The air chills, a new winner is born. The sand and wooden seats stay, but the moon is replaced with the sun and the forest wallpaper turns to cobblestone. Grian's sweater protects him from the cold but he can tell Scott is chilly. He uncurls from himself and hesitantly drapes the Pizza banner on Scott's shoulders. He's confused for a second before smiling and wrapping the banner around himself for warmth.

A lady in a red cloak walks in, and Grian knows he knew her in another life, but she's not familiar to him right now. She looks upset, angry, and she's carrying a bucket of powdered snow. Scott must recognize her because he smiles and waves.

"Pearl! It's so good to see you!"

Pearl doesn't process that this Scott isn't her Scott, the one who left her to play a game of doubles alone. She's immediately defensive and shifts into a fighting position.

"It's not good to see you." She spits out at Scott and he visibly flinches.

Pearl goes to sit in the corner opposite them against the wall the entryway is at. There's frostbite nipping at her fingertips and knees but it doesn't seem to affect her. Neither Grian nor Scott make an effort to ask about her season, choosing to keep small talk between them.

#traffic life series #traffic smp #trafficblr #traffic series #life series #life series winners #third life #third life grian #last life #last life scott #double life #double life pearl #limited life #limited life martyn #secret life #secret life scar

[miss0atae]

Random thoughts about Jazz for two episode 5-6:

Everyone has already seen all episodes but since I'm still following the schedule of Gagaoolala I'm clearly falling behind. I don't mind because it gives me something to watch on Tuesday.

What I liked in these episodes:

▪️ Everything about Do Yoon: his looks, his personality, his tragic and terrible crush to Joo Ha (What a curse to fancy someone who can't like you back) and his smile. He is remaining my favorite character. I understand why people would feel close to him easily because he is effortlessly sociable. I found very endearing how he always call Se Heon as "Honey". This character deserves happiness. I'm glad he stood up himself to Joo Ha. He backed down because he had to protect himself before getting more hurt. I do believe he did enough.

▪️ Se Heon is finding the courage to go after what he really wants: playing jazz despite all the obstacles. He was bold also to add Tae Yi's name on the paper for his exams. He is still staying positive despite being told he is not good enough. I appreciate how he stays resolute to improve and keep playing jazz because he find "freedom" in this type of music. I believe he has the right set of mind to do better in the future and reach his goal.

▪️ Tae Yi is finally opening up a little bit and it was a breath of fresh air. I was a bit wary they would keep his character being cold and unfriendly. We all know he still has the trauma of losing his brother which keep him from opening up, but it's nice that Se Heon could make him to lower his walls. Behind them Tae Yi is kind of softy and very protective too.

Things I didn’t like in these two episodes:

▪️ Se Heon's father has a problem! I don't know if he just couldn't accept his wife leaving him or if it's something else but this man needs to seek a therapist because he has to know how to manage his temper. It's infuriating how he treats his son. He is always so controlling and guild-tripping him. Also, why he is so stuck on having his younger son playing classical music?! He already has a son who is doing it. Let the younger one do something he likes as long as it's music.

▪️ The first kiss under the umbrella was really cute but it just came out of nowhere. Okay, Tae Yi was friendlier but I didn't expect them to kiss at this moment. I think a hug would have been more pertinent. Especially has they never really talked about it again after it happened. The second kiss came at the right time but it's just so bad. I think the problem comes from the fact they are both idols in the same group. That's why their kisses can't look great. I guess I have to accept that at least, they had one.

▪️ Joo Ha's arc was a bit confusing for me. I think I missed the moment things got out of hand for him. I didn't understand why he was acting this way. He also has some anger management needed. I also believes he is having internalized homophobia. He acted frustrated by Do Yoon because he wasn't paying attention to him as he was used to. He lashed on Se Heon because things wouldn't go his way anymore. I think he needs help too. Most characters need a serious help in this series.

Next week, I’ll see the last episodes.

#my thoughts #random thoughts #bl series #bl drama #korean bl #jazz for two #jazz for two the series #episode 5 #episode 6 #It's not my favorite series of the moment but it's interesting. #I believe I don't like it more because it feels a bit less when you compare it to Love for Love's Shake that had such an impact on me

[yanderes-galore]

♦️ with your no.59 polypa and mallek??

I assume you mean they share a darling so that's what I went with, poly Moirails I guess-

I will admit this, you picked a good pair because they work really well together in this-

Warning for the fact their quirks may be butchered, I was using a generator and I think my formatting messed it up.

Yandere! Pale! Polypa Goezee + Pale! Mallek Adalov Prompt 59

"Are those friends of yours? Are they your everything?"

Pairing: Poly-Pale♦️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Taboo concept in Troll culture (Multiple Moirails), Protective behavior, Violence/Murder, Isolation, Dubious Moirallegience.

When it came to trolls, most people had one Moirail. A Moirail was like a soulmate, someone who brings the best out of you through the pale quadrant. Most were supposed to have one.

You had two.

Having two Moirails wasn't a very common thing you heard of besides maybe films. It normally never happened. If you had a Moirail, you had a Moirail.

Not only did you have two Moirails, both had consented to sharing you over time, they are of two different bloodcastes. Your first, Polypa, is Olive. Your second, Mallek, is Cerulean. One is Lowblood, the other is barely Highblood.

Your two Moirails also have very different jobs. Polypa is an assassin while Mallek is a hacker. Despite their differences, the two set aside fighting for a common goal.

You make them better people... so they'll share you.

When the two had first met it was worrying. Polypa had caught you hanging around Mallek/following him into his limousine and followed. She already had the intentions of confessing her pale love and felt she had to protect you.

Meanwhile Mallek had taken you in to do the same thing, confess. When Mallek had realized Polypa followed you and she was an assassin things got nasty. You ended up having to explain the situation and calm them.

There was tension between them for along time, which had pushed back their confessions. Polypa was distrustful of Mallek due to his caste, while Mallek wasn't sure why you trusted an assassin of all people. With time and you being there to monitor them... you tried to make them become friends.

For you they made it work. In fact, they could actually help each other with their jobs. Mallek was able to hack technology to aid in Polypa's assassin work. This actually brought the two closer, other than the fact they both care for you.

While Polypa and Mallek were just friends... they both felt they cared for you so much more. They soon realized they both feel pale towards you and speak about it with each other. Both were unwilling to share at first until they realized you made them friends.

They both owe you... so they agreed to the unthinkable.

They'll share a Moirail.

That's how you gained them both as Moirails. The whole thing is kept a secret. If you are in public, PDA is a no. Plus the two can't be seen with each other.

You're with one or the other, if not, then you'll all be at Mallek's Hive to relax.

The two are affectionate to you as their Moirail. Despite their grueling jobs they still manage to be sweet to you. They comfort you, hold you, and treat you as any Moirail would.

The only difference is you have two.

Behind your back the two are in cahoots. They share information about you and always keep an eye on you. After all, it's a dangerous place on Alternia, especially if you're a Lowblood or an alien.

Polypa watches you from the shadows and marks anyone she doesn't like around you for death. Mallek hacks cameras and drones to watch you, plus he hacks drones to aid Polypa in assassinating threats around you. The two are a dangerous pair.

A dangerous pair who'd do anything for their Moirail.

The reason you're so safe is because of them. When you meet with them at Mallek's Hive, the two always look so tired. It's worth it to protect you, plus they both end up receiving soft affection from you so they can rest.

You love your Moirails, you just have no idea what they really do for you. They help each other kill for you, they watch you when you leave the Hive, in fact...

Maybe you just shouldn't leave the Hive anymore, hm?

Keeping you in Mallek's Hive has been something the two have been considering. They had been meticulously planning it, even working it out with Mallek's Lusus to make a room for you to stay in. Things were going slow and steady...

Until your Moirails realize you've been speaking to other trolls.

Mallek had reported such a find to Polypa when she came back from an assignment. On some security feed it was shown you were talking to a group of other trolls. To them, it didn't matter what caste, they needed them gone. This lead to Mallek confronting you when you were gone.

When you came to visit Mallek's Hive with Polypa, Mallek had asked about the feed. It was a poor move but now they had to move fast. They can't have their Moirail getting themselves hurt.

"are those friends of yours?" Mallek starts, pointing to the screen. You can barely find the words to speak. Why was he watching you?

Mallek catches your attention again by hitting his desk with a sharp 'Hey!'. Polypa watches the interaction from the doorway.

"are they your everything!?" Mallek asks again with a snarl, clearly hurt by you talking to others.

"Mallek, they're just friends- You know you and Polypa are my Moirails, you're the most important people to me-"

"if that's so * then why do you bother with other trolls? in alternia that's a good way to get hurt *" *| Polypa chimes in with a hiss, narrowing her eyes.

"They're safe, I swear!"

"really? polypa = right you know; highblood, lowblood, it doesn't matter;;; they're dangerous; my Hive = the safest place for you;"

"What do you mean?"

"i mean you're staying in my hive, as a moirail it = what i feel = right;"

"You can't lock me in your Hive! I'm leaving...."

You turn, only for Polypa to push you back.

"you're staying here * look at you * * * getting all worked up over a few random trolls *" *|

Polypa looks towards Mallek. The two share a glance before Mallek stands up and stands beside you with Polypa. You feel weak between them.

"look, you need to relax;" Mallek sighs, a smile gracing his lips. "this = what your moirails are meant to help with, right?"

Before you can protest the two trolls lay you down on a seat before "shoosh papping" you. You can't help but lean into their touch and relax as they say. Surely they were just worried when they said they'd lock you up here, right?

"polypa;" Mallek says, the Olive troll looking towards him.

"i already know what you want *" *| Polypa answers, glancing at the door. "i'll get rid of them *" *|

You tense up, scrambling away from their touch.

"Wait wait... Polypa, please, there's no need to-"

"shhhh * * *" *| Polypa sighs, giving you a concerned yet loving look. "think about it * those 'friends' will only hurt you *" *|

Frustrated tears flow down your cheeks, Mallek shooshes you and wipes them away.

"you only need us, your moirails; we keep you safe, we look after you, we're the only ones that matter to you;" Mallek explains, holding you close while Polypa stands up. You struggle in his grip but he doesn't relent. "removing those trolls = meant to help you; please, won't you trust your moirails?"

Mallek exchanges another look between Polypa. She steps forward briefly to comfort you before walking to the door.

"we're doing this to protect you * * *" *| Polypa reassures you before she leaves."mallek will watch you while i take care of this *" *|

When she leaves you can't seem to stop yourself from caring. Mallek holds you tighter and does his best to comfort you. Unfortunately your body betrays you even when you try to fight his comfort, leading to you nuzzling into his hood.

"we love you, you know that don't you?" Mallek hums, looking at you softly.

When you only respond with hiccups and sobs Mallek rubs your back with a soft 'Shh...'

He'll give you time... surely you'll come around and understand how much he and Polypa care for you in the end, right?

#yandere hiveswap friendsim #yandere hiveswap #yandere moirail #yandere poly moirails #yandere polypa goezee #yandere mallek adalov #yandere hiveswap x reader

[tamakat]

5, 15, 24 !

5. what kind of dynamic do you think he had with his team?

It almost seems like the Jackal Squad were meant to be related, at least in terms of character design. I can't explain why all of them would have the same color palette and (general) markings. A family dynamic could be interesting, but personally I find it more compelling to consider them to be jackals from different places. That just happen to look similar ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The dynamic between Infinite and the Jackal Squad feels like it was never fully stable. That doesn’t mean Infinite never cared for them, but he kept himself emotionally distant. Even in a squad of his own, he couldn’t be vulnerable enough around them to form a secure bond. Infinite would watch them from a distance. Fond enough to feel a sense of leadership and the urge to protect them, yet too afraid to reach out for those interpersonal connections. The rest of his team definitely picked up on his detached behavior. Though I think they cared for their boss, it’s so easy for resentment to fester for someone who doesn’t seem to care about them. Infinite considered what would happen if he loses them, and concluded it would be better to keep a “healthy” distance so that if he ends up the last one standing, his emotions won't get in his way. Obviously it doesn’t work. He appears more angry than distraught when confronting Shadow in Mystic Jungle, yet it makes sense to avoid showing distress in a lethal situation. Once the threat was gone, those emotions boiled over, and he couldn't handle them.

Technically, Infinite never acknowledges the loss of the Jackal Squad in the base game, but it does seem to be referenced in his theme with the line “I'm the last one that's standing.”  He never gets the chance to properly grieve over losing his team, immediately bottling up the fear and anguish while he fuses himself to the Phantom Ruby.  I think his refusal to acknowledge their existence after losing them is to keep those feelings down. He did care about them, and he blames himself for joining the empire despite their objections and the annihilation that followed.

15. do you have any sexuality and or gender headcanons?

Pansexual, though he wouldn’t care to label it. I don’t think Infinite cares about gender at all, including his own. He’s not quite agender but he doesn’t quite have a gender. It’s nebulous. As long as his name is etched into people’s minds, he doesn’t care what pronouns go along with it. Or it could be that he’s never felt safe enough to really explore his gender. I like either option. 

24. what do you think is his favourite memory?

I feel like there are two possible choices here, depending on how favourite could be interpreted.

In terms of a memory that elicits pride, Infinite’s favorite would be the first time he heard himself referred to as the “Ultimate Mercenary.” Even in his rage against Shadow, he can’t help but boast about the title, so it clearly gives him some sense of worth. Whether the “they” who call him such refers to just his team or a greater network of criminals and freelancers, that moment would have stuck with him. A memory that brings Infinite nostalgia (and perhaps comfort if he’d learn to admit it) would be one of the few moments of safety he’s had with the Jackal Squad. Maybe while traveling between zones and setting up camp under a clear and starry night sky, Infinite feels nothing more than a sense of relief as the rest of the team take the moment to enjoy themselves. Or they’re occupying a dusty warehouse (kept so it looks uninhabited) and the other jackals have finally roped him into a game of cards. And for once he’s in the moment, unworried about any hidden dangers. Infinite feels connected to something. Despite any comfort it might bring, I think the second memory would be bittersweet for him by the time the war starts, if not more bitter than sweet. Infinite no longer needs to waste time on the past, and he tries his damn best to forget. Some things are just impossible to forget. Sometimes he finds himself longing for a past he can’t return to, even if those brighter moments were rare.

#tama talks #ask game #tysm for the questions! #infinite the jackal

[loz-untold-myths]

Untold Myths: The Mage's Lantern

A LoZ Fan-Story by Nocturne

Chapter 6 — The Princess

Expand to read, or read it on Ao3! (Warnings: Minor/subtle depictions of trauma response and illness).

Chapter 6 — The Princess

The clouds weigh down the skies above Hyrule Castle. They twist and turn in a mourning pattern, snow drifting from their surfaces rapidly like tears. Within the palace walls, light footsteps join their rushed rampage; but they are drowned out by the roars of beasts and the shouts of soldiers. Princess Zelda must fight every urge she may have to find these voices. All the muscles in her body try to persuade her to turn and help the people who dare to combat the forces of monsters, knowing fully well it should be her responsibility. But above responsibility, the final orders from her father glaringly remain. The girl knows well that there must be someone following her still, one hand gripping a recent cut along her stomach. Somehow, this keeps her gaze steady in front of her. She can't afford to make the mistake of looking back. 

The stone corridors dropping in temperature by the minute, Zelda is almost thankful; her blood rushes in a panic so rapid that it allows her to keep running. She stays alongside the walls. Her gaze fixates on every detail. A single difference in the wall's pattern is all the girl seeks; a single detail is all it will take for her to possibly make it out of this place alive. Miraculously, the princess— just as her wound begins to soak through her glove— spots a sign of hope. A torch, set up against the wall, is held by a metallic frame. The frame is identical to all others within the halls, but it holds the slightest change: the symbol of The Triforce within a ring is carved just below the torch's base. 

Shooting a glance behind her (against her own better judgment), Zelda witnesses shadows casting against a turn in the hallways. In an instant, she grips the frame holding the torch and pulls it downward. There is a faint click, followed by a subtle rumbling. The bricks at her side part to create the entrance to the East Passage— designed to be an escape route in the case of emergency. Although she recalls the guard's warning before, she knows braving whatever awaits past this point is her only choice. Running into the tunnel, Zelda pulls a second torch as she passes by to shut the entryway behind her. Almost immediately after the subsequent thud of the closing wall, scratches against the stone build up from the other side. The princess yelps, only to bring her clean glove to her mouth to block the noise. Backing up, she finally takes a moment to breathe in the newfound darkness. 

…

Despite the adrenaline that courses through her body— despite the fear that breaks down every thought— she no longer can force herself to move again. Pausing her escape was a mistake. The hand over her recently earned wound trembles. One monster has already managed to hurt her since she escaped the wizards, but who knows how many creatures await up ahead. The fate of Hyrule rests with her… yet she knows having any resemblance to bravery does not make her immortal. Her father may already be gone, and she's certain those beasts will take pleasure in trying to bring her down to the same fate. Could she really fight her way out? Alone? Escaping a single person is one thing… but forces of ruthless beasts? The air feels sharp in her chest. 

The King would spend his last breath defending Hyrule. Zelda holds that sentiment close, even as her idea of courage eludes her. She hesitates to face such terrors. In a horribly selfish manner, she is tempted to let his final resistance go in vain. Yet… she knows why she is here, in this rotting passageway. She chose this route so there would be an opportunity to save him. She chose this route, mere moments ago, because she wants to protect them all. Perhaps by the will of the Triforce of Wisdom embedded into her very soul, the princess reminds herself that she only waits to allow the supposedly inevitable closing in of the outside dangers if she stays put. Her eyes drifting towards the torch hung on the wall, Zelda slowly brings her shaking hand around it. She pulls the torch free of its frame and stares the gloomy path in the face. 

These flames will burn through any obstacle that shows itself; if not for Hyrule, then for her father.

. . . 

"...You got my work cut out for me, kid, y'know that? Who got you to come out that way by yourself, anyway?" The speaking wisp of flame lingers near Link's face. It's... surprisingly warm– an unintentional relief from the horrible weather. 

"(...Nobody.)" The boy shakes his head, continuing to mumble his words. The flame squints its "eyes,” wishing Link would speak up. 

"’Nobody', huh?" The spirit awaits a nonverbal confirmation before continuing, "...I find that a little hard to believe, y'know. You said you needed my help, didn't ya?" Again, Link confirms it.

There's a bit of a confused silence for a minute or two afterward, only pierced by the dragging of Link's legs through the piling ice and the whistle of the wind.

…

"So... You're just gonna leave it vague for me. Glad the 'help' is a mutual relationship." 

Link blinks, looking over. He lets out a defeated sigh, shaking his head. "(What I mean is nobody told me directly.)"

"...That narrows it down."

"(...It was a dream. I heard someone... Someone I... knew.)"

"So, you feel inclined to follow what somebody told you in a dream... And you don't bother asking the REAL person about it?" Searis is occasionally pulled closer to the lantern as it bobs on Link's belt with his steps. Now, this seems to add an extra weight to the boy's movements that the blizzard itself had yet to even manage. Link's gaze trails to the snow, which no longer can bother to reflect any light. 

"(I couldn't.)"

"Why not?" 

"(...I... can't find them)."

"You found me. Nobody's done that yet!" The two exchange a glance. Looking at Searis directly kind of stings Link's eyes; he squints.

"(Yeah... That's... That might be a problem. I wasn't supposed to go, and... and I— ...I didn't think about if I actually found what I was looking for. You may have to hide)." The crisp air forces him to keep his words shallow and short, as talking too much only allows more of the freezing winds to sneak past Searis.

The spirit lets out a simple "hm", before lowering its 'head'. "I see... So much for a bit o' freedom. Guess there isn't much to see out here, anyway... Thought it would be... Er... I dunno, greener?" The boy feels a bit bad upon the flame's complaining, but he keeps it to himself. It's a bit odd, how the spirit speaks; it sounds so much less... omnipresent? Is that even the right word? Speaking with this little blazing companion of his feels more like talking to another person than an ethereal guide. "...Doesn't look like it'll get much better," Searis seems to cringe whenever a huge gathering of snow collides and melts onto his form. He wants to get inside already. "How far are we from where you're heading, Link?" He (rather noticeably) recalls he knows the child's name. 

"(...Not far, now.)" Link mutters through a shiver. Perhaps Searis is not as strong as he had assumed. But for the time being, it's the best he has.

. . .

Soon enough, they approach the edge of Darune Town. Although he wouldn't like to admit it, Link nearly runs into a post before he realizes just how close they actually are. 

"Whoa there, buddy— I coulda bumped right into that..." Judging by Searis's tone, he somewhat wishes he had made contact with the wooden structure. 

The boy grunts, readjusting his stance and lifting his scarf even further over his face. Not only is he freezing, but now he's a little embarrassed! He decides it better to brush such a thing away, for now; all that's left is to get home. Of course, he's lived here for most of his life. He knows it like the back of his hand! Hopefully, that will be enough to get through this chaos. Searis watches Link try and make his way through muscle memory; both impressed and concerned. How can he be sure the boy will find his way? Will this half-baked plan of his get them very far? The little spirit supposes he hasn't many options. This kid is the one who found him, so this is the person he has to follow so long as he is bound to the lantern. Oh, joy.

Link lifts his arm just above his eyes. He'll avoid another slip-up, if he can help it. He lives here, he shouldn't be bumping into every little thing just from a change in the weather… Fortunately for him, that first fumble is the only one. Once he's properly on the submerged cobble trail, he can recognize his relative path. The house shouldn't be far. He's sure his father got the horses in the stables, so all he has to worry about is getting to the cellar. Link is merely steps away from the elevated entrance when he hears a shout over the swirling flurry of snowflakes and hailstones. Despite the temptation to descend into his refuge from the weather, his hand comes to a sudden stop. It lingers just as his gloved fingertips brush against the board between the handles. The lantern at his hip rocks back and forth. 

"(What're you waiting for? I'm dying out here)!" Searis hisses from within. 

Link's eyes narrow as he snaps his head in the direction of the drowned-out call. "(Someone's out here still, Searis)." Without much elaboration, he begins to follow the voice. The closer he gets, the more an occasional rhythm of thuds joins in the sound. Removing the lantern from his belt, Link carefully holds Searis out before him. At the inn, which is already over two feet deep in snow, a girl has waded her way to the door. She slams the side of her fist on the door's surface repeatedly.

He cannot see her well through the storm, but that figure is familiar. It's the girl he met at Spectacle Rock! What could she be doing out here? ...It may not be fair for him to wonder, also being out in the blizzard, but he knows one thing: anyone would be desperate for shelter under this sort of storm.

"Oh boy, someone's about as crazy as you, Li— ....ink." Searis begins, but immediately cuts himself off. The spirit's eyes are locked upon a peculiar color in the snow. Link doesn't acknowledge the flame's sudden silence, rather navigating his way through the piling snow to make sure the girl is alright. She should at least be told everyone has retreated underground. "(Kid—)" Searis pesters Link in a hushed whisper, but realizes he is inaudible under such harsh winds. "Kid!" He hisses loudly now. When Link finally shoots a glare at the spirit interrupting his focus, he realizes there's something he's missing. Following Searis's gaze, he sees it. Mixed in with that girl's disappearing footprints in the snow…

Red.

Puddles of it.

The severity of the situation at last dawns on the boy. He battles with the snow as timely as he can manage, yet the knocking oddly becomes quieter the closer he gets. Once Link can make out the girl's silhouette just in front of him, he shouts over the storm despite his face's burning inclination to be shielded behind his scarf. "Hey! Zelda–?! I don't know what happened, but I can help you get somewhere warm!"

Zelda flinches and turns her head to face him. The skin of her face is reddened by the cold, stiff yet shining streaks going down its surface. From her initial expression, she was not aware that Link was present until she properly stared at him for a moment. The girl soon regains herself, shaking her head as she conflicts on whether or not to believe a familiar face is truly out here with her. It hardly looks like she can maintain her consciousness for long, given the amount of blood-stained ice she has left in the area. "...Link–?" She is only able to release the single word before she, predictably, is unable to withstand both her injury and the raging weather. Zelda succumbs to one of these forces– although it is unclear which is first– leaving Link to scramble to catch her in a panic. A snuffed out torch disappears into the sheet surrounding them. 

"Oh geez! You know her?! What'd you do?!" Searis swiftly pulls himself back to avoid searing the stranger as she collapses. 

Link's eyes widen as his pupils dart to the spirit of flame. He immediately protests. "(I didn't do anything! It looks like she's been hurt a while, to lose all this blood…— There must be more monsters…)" The longer he thinks aloud, the more he mumbles. 

"Well now what?!" Searis shoots around Link's face, being more distracting than helpful. 

"(Can't you do something?)!" 

"Do you think every spirit is gonna have some convenient power for you in every situation?" 

Link huffs. Deciding not to dwell on Searis's lack of assistance, he readjusts his hold of Zelda so he can try and carry her. He needs to get her to the cellar. He's certain his dad will understand. Trudging through the piling white, the boy makes his way towards where he recalls the heavy doors. Occasionally, he has to actively lift Zelda as he carries her just so the packed snowfall doesn't swallow her whole. His pace declines as the cellar doors enter his vision. If Searis wasn't keeping so close, he knows for sure that they wouldn't have made it. Link struggles to figure out some way to open the cellar doors without possibly dropping Zelda, but finds he may not have to worry about it at all. In what is either a grace from the heavens or an omen of his own doom, he hears his father shout his name over the constant whistling of the air. Searis dives back into the lantern straight away. Although he has no recognition of the voice, he would rather not find out the hard way if he should.  

Before Link knows it, Arn is only a few feet away. He can see it from where he stands: his father isn't happy. "Link!" His voice is upset enough to overpower the wind. "Where have you—" The words suddenly cut off, the sight of another in his son's arms catching his eye. The gradual spread of red stains across the boy's clothes leaves him breathless.  "What happened?" 

"A monster chased her here! …I think—" Link shakes his head, having to fight to meet his father's volume. "But she's hurt. We need to help her!" 

Arn joins Link's side and delivers a heavy knock onto the cellar doors so Aryll will know they have to open them. There is a faint sliding sound as a barricade is removed from within, and the three enter after giving her a moment to get bundled up again. Arn takes Zelda down himself so Link can safely head down the ladder. For an excruciating few minutes, the man seems entirely at a loss for words… Where can he begin? Link disappears for hours during the worst storm of the decade, and he comes back with someone half-dead! It isn't the first time something like this has happened, either. Although he determines it best to focus on the poor kid for the time being, he certainly won't disregard this.  

Link catches Aryll's nosy staring within seconds of making his way down. He heads over and hands the lantern to her, but is unable to comment on her stare. Their father returns Zelda to his arms as soon as they're emptied. "We have some medical supplies somewhere down here… I think in the other room. You keep an eye on her, got it? …I'll try and be fast." Arn shuts the weighted door to the only other room in the cellar. 

"(Pssst— Big brother! Who's that)?!" The instant their father takes his leave, Aryll scoots over and drags the lantern along. For a moment, Link can see Searis's ticked off eyes pop back up inside. Shoot. Link had simply handed her the lantern out of obligation, he somehow forgot entirely that Searis was there! With Aryll so energetic again, his mind was in a different time entirely. He pulls his glance away immediately, returning his focus to his sister. She can't stop turning her head from her brother to Zelda. "(Is that the girl you found at the rocks)?" Link hesitates, but confirms this. Aryll blinks. "(She's bleeding a whole lot…)" It seems to gross her out. With the horrid stench of the injuries traveling through the enclosed space, who can blame her? "(Is she gonna be okay)?" 

"(...I… I hope so. Papa should be able to help)." Link looks down to the girl, setting her down on the blankets that appear to have been set up for him. After this break of thought, the boy decides he's changed his mind. "(She'll be okay. I don't know what happened, but she's gotta be pretty tough if she made it out here and just now fell from it)." His focus returns to Zelda in thought. Should they try to wake her up once she's bandaged up? Should they just let her rest? Why did the storm suddenly get so much worse? It is as his mind races that he finally notices something peculiar. With Zelda's hood lowered, there is now a crystal visible, adorned on her forehead. He's never seen that sort of jewelry before. She did come from the capital, he's deduced, but… that's still unusual. Could that mean…—? 

"Alright, luckily the kit was on the shelf in that mess… didn't take that long to find." Their father re-enters with a wooden box under his arm. It was something their mother put together when they were young— back when Link had yet to learn his lesson about getting into so much trouble. Then again, has he really learned anything by now? Even he can see himself falling into old habits. "I'm not gonna take the time to ask what you were doing out there… yet. First I want you to run over what happened. Did you see anything?" Arn removes some bandages from the box, which are gathered with numerous other materials on a soft cloth. 

"(...No, but I)—" The boy stiffens. Can he help anyone if he doesn't tell the full truth here? Link reluctantly swallows his hesitation, and through a sigh seals his fate. "(I've seen her before. We fought a monster that was bothering her— the one making all the noise at Spectacle Rock. I think they found her again when the storm got worse, but I don't know why she was out facing them alone again. Her name is Zelda)." Arn's visible disappointment during the confession abruptly twists into an uncharacteristic expression of terror. 

"(You— Zelda, as in Princess Zelda? What is she doing out here? The guard could have our heads if they can't find her)!" Whisper-shouting, their father brings a hand to his face. He can't blame Link for wanting to save a life, but of all the people he could end up saving!

"Princess?" Aryll perks up from her cozy pile of blankets, still holding the lantern close. 

The dots Link drew out a few minutes before finally connect. He didn't know the rulers of Hyrule by name… They've always kept to themselves, except when knights brought out supplies from the capital every so often. But even then, when could he have possibly seen royalty?! His own vacant gaze makes it more than obvious he is just as shocked at this revelation as the other two, but it is unclear if Arn is fully paying mind as he tends to the apparent princess's wounds. 

"You know what? We won't go into details right now. Let's make sure everyone is okay after that… sudden shift. I doubt you're one-hundred-percent alright after… whatever it is you were doing." Arn spares a glance to the blankets Zelda rests on. They're Link's. "...Seeing as you don't have anything to cover up with… You either have to share with your sister, or we have to make something to warm you up. There should be supplies in the storage. Go grab something we can use while I finish up here." 

Link gives a simple nod and stands up. He can feel Searis's silent pleading not to leave him where he has to stay so quiet, but for the time being they'll just have to keep up the appearance that he's a typical candle in a lantern. Hopefully, no one thinks to look to see if the flame is being fueled… 

Entering the next room, Link begins to scavenge the stored foods alongside the ones his father brought down. He absentmindedly scans over the cans and containers, having to do so twice over just to actually process what he reads. Darune has no issue supplying itself with meat and the rock salt to keep it preserved, but greens… Link debates if they should even use anything they have. Would it be wasteful? Then again, he's sure they'll end up providing the… the princess… with something to eat. It'd be a bit inconsiderate not to make the best for someone who isn't feeling well, anyway.

Knowing it best not to waste anymore time, Link gathers sufficient materials. While he's at it, he passes a cooking pot in the storage area's fireplace and frees it from its prison of junk to find a thin lever on the side. Every fireplace in Darune– even underground– was built with all the snow in mind, so a chimney stretches out to what he presumes to be the surface above. He pulls the lever down with his elbow, and a clump of white subsequently falls right down onto the firewood. Shoot, he should have seen that coming. A hardly-audible groan escaping him, Link shoves his way into the main room again with his collection of ingredients. He trades places with his father soon after; Arn begrudgingly has to clear out the snow before he can properly get to cooking a stew. 

Now free from carrying the load, the boy plops into a sit beside his sister as well as the princess, now with one of the blankets moved over her. Arn wasn't able to dispose of the cloth he had to use to dampen the loss of blood before leaving to cook; some of them poke out from beneath. Merely faint whistles taunt the children from the surface overhead, as even Aryll seems to read the sudden uneasiness that has engulfed her brother. 

...

Link, at first, tries to distract himself. He thinks over what his father is likely doing: preparing the ingredients, constantly fueling a small fire to fight off what of the storm sneaks down through the chimney, and keeping an eye on the broth before throwing in anything else. It is a chore, to be sure, but he knows his father loves to cook. Perhaps he’s distracting himself with these things, too… Link would have helped him, as he typically does, but he feels a sense of responsibility for the situation at hand. …Great. He's thinking about it again. 

Unable to help himself, the boy finds himself peering back to Princess Zelda. This unintentionally mimics Aryll, who has been doing the same for the entirety of the time since Link came back. He wonders if his sister can really understand what any of this may mean for them– for the whole kingdom. Does he even really grasp it yet? Link almost wonders if the wintry barrage and the presumed attack of monsters are more than a correlation. Without question, the princess herself knows; but something tells him it wouldn't be right to ask for a recounting of the event. The semi-dry stains scattered on the cloth set around her say it all. 

A single set of sneezes rips Link's eyes away from the sickening splatters of red. His sister lifts her head from her elbow. "We'll have to wake her up so she can eat too, won't we?" Aryll rubs her nose with her sleeve, although there isn't any real need beyond an excuse to warm her face. 

She receives a half-shrug. Link had that in mind, but would rest be the better option for her? Assisting a recovery was never one of his strong suits. If one of the horses ever was afflicted by an open wound, it'd be one of the few things Arn would shove them out of the way for. He would handle it himself, whether anyone liked it or not! Unfortunately, that doesn't leave Link with much of a clue. 

With the scent of pumpkin sneaking through the door, however, it appears Aryll feels inclined to make the decision anyway. At the very second Link snaps out of space to realize it, he's already too late to stop her from whisper-shouting at the sleeping girl. "Oi! Miss Princess!" He swears he can see the lantern's kindle cringe, too. "Could you wake up?" Link scoots over to Aryll's side, lifting one hand in front of her to signal her to stop. She huffs. "She needs to warm up, too! Papa's probably almost done!" 

A protest is on the verge of escaping Link. This protest does not come to fruition, though, as a sudden motion captures the attention of the conflicting siblings. With a sharp inhale, the princess has darted up into a slumped seat. Her face is stuck in a wince. 

The siblings exchange a look. Neither is sure of what to say (or if they should say anything at all). Link has outright begun to hold his breath. There is no time to both collect himself and fight himself over his next action, as the princess's eyes abruptly lock with his and set him back from anywhere close to sense. Frozen in this way, Link wishes he could look anywhere else… In a fraction of a second, they cycle through an overpowering confusion, grief, then understanding. There is no telling how many times it circles back until Link finally brings himself to a stammer. "(...Zeld– Princess Zelda? Are you— My folks and I got you somewhere warm. Are you okay)?" A voice in the back of his mind tells him he probably just made her more confused with that failure of a sentence… or maybe it was just a whisper from the lantern. Regardless, his fears stray elsewhere when the princess isn't able to respond. 

To Link's relief, Zelda seems to at least think about it once she is given a few minutes. A mere nod is all they are given. A vague answer is better than none, so this should be a good sign… Yet, there's a deep knot in the boy's gut that suggests otherwise. As she curls up, the princess carries only a bitter emptiness— something Link wishes he didn't recognize. The urge to reach out stirs inside him. He could never watch someone experience such a burden and not do something about it! So why does he feel fastened in place? A creeping down his spine warns him that Aryll may be wondering the same. Somehow, this falls flat as an encouragement.

…

The princess, as the other two desperately search for a clue, unwillingly regains the senses she felt she lost amidst her escape. A foul scent of something burning and dried blood convinces her body it is, in fact, awake. It reminds her of the traces of the smell's taste that snuck its way in. In the present, she listens to the locked cellar doors cling to their hinges. The muted wind tempts them to open. The accursed storm and herself are divided by walls. For now… the storm is outside. How long will that last? 

Zelda isn't allowed to roam in her thoughts for long, either. A high-pitched voice– one she only now realizes woke her up— addresses her. "Our papa took care of your cuts and stuff, Miss Princess. Now he's making soup. He should be back soon, and he can help a ton! A lot more than we can, anyway…" 

Right… Link was there. Link is here. What was it he said? Him and his family brought her into their shelter? Everyone must have entered shelters like this one… what sort of luck was it that Link happened to still be on the surface? If he shows up at a time like that again, she may just believe it's more than coincidence. Finally, Zelda musters the bare minimum: "...Thank you."

That's progress. Half of the room's heaviness at last lets up. Unfortunately, it does not remove the dread that lurks alongside them. Link thinks this to be a good sign he could try to formulate an actual conversation— perhaps he could possibly keep them all occupied— but ends up going on without another word as his father makes his return. Zelda flinches at the sudden sound of the door opening, easing up only after she realizes the new arrival carries bowls of stew in his arms. He must be their… father. 

Arn hardly seems to notice the princess is awake, at first, opening his mouth to advise Link before stopping himself. He exhales, kneeling down and offering Zelda one of the bowls. His expression has eased, thankfully. While cooking, he determined that he would just approach this as he would if he was helping any child. He can't afford to overthink it when the kid in question is hurt. "Here. …Ah, wait. Is there anything you're not able to eat?" When Zelda only shakes her head, Arn goes on and gives her the stew. She repeats the same gratitude as before. Link and Aryll retrieve their food afterwards, both earning an untrusting glance from their father on the side. He can tell they probably caused her to wake up, and he can only hope they didn't pester the poor girl too much. 

By the time everyone is about finished, Zelda's muscles have relaxed enough to be confused for peace. Wrongfully jumping to this conclusion, Arn clears his throat. "Are you willing to give us an idea of what brought you here? If there's something big going on, I want us to be prepared to help how we can. I'm certain the King would—" 

The princess goes stiff. She is brought to the verge of choking on her soup as she takes the last sip of the broth. Her hand shrouds her face in the subsequent cough, until she can properly swallow and recollect herself. What can she tell them? Would it be wise to tell them what she had caused at all? Difficult to take or not, she knows at the very least what sort of answer the people of Hyrule are owed… Allowing her heart to surrender the lead, Zelda shuts her eyes and puts it as blankly as possible. “The King cannot do a thing now. He has been—” Killed? No, no, something can be done. Something must be done! “The King has been… compromised by the wizards responsible for the kingdom’s curse. He is in no condition to even…” The princess’s voice disappears. She has to let in a deep inhale to prevent her voice from crashing. “...There is no telling what it means for us now— for anyone.” 

The storm seizes the ambience of the room once more. The deafening disbelief is another needle lodged into her chest, but Zelda cannot show any weakness now. Not after that sort of admission. To make matters worse, the glimpse she has of Arn’s shifted stare is terrifyingly indistinguishable from another. It startles any morsel of a thought she holds into an unpreventable flee. 

Finding her composure is decaying, Zelda forms a last-ditch attempt at repairing herself yet again. “With that in mind… I am more grateful than anything for your help.” She looks between them each: Arn with an expression she would rather avoid, Aryll with her face agape, and Link unreadable. It nearly makes her curious as she turns her focus to him. “Yours especially, Link. If it weren’t for you, I… don’t know what could have happened out there.” At a stroke, she slowly wobbles into a stand. Arn stretches out an arm behind her to serve as a back-up, unaware of her eyes locking with the anxiety in Link’s.

“Hold on– Princess, what are you doing? You’re not leaving already, right?” Aryll sets the lantern to her side. “You still have to get better! If you go back out now, you’ll only get colder and… and worse.” 

Arn internally notes the obvious irony, yet he nods in agreement all the same. “I wouldn’t brave it yourself. Not yet. We can wait for the storm to pass. When it does, I can get you where you need to go or find someone else who can. Perhaps some better rest will put you in the condition for whatever’s coming.”

Zelda doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t feel the need to; she knows they’re right. So, reluctantly, she just eases herself back into the pillows. If she goes out there now… it may render their assistance useless.

She doesn’t say another word for the rest of the night.

. . .

Although she seemed unable— or perhaps unwilling— to rest, Princess Zelda eventually caved and drifted into slumber. Aryll rested shortly before, and Link shortly after. Above, the clouds came and went. The storm rolled on for hours, but sooner or later were unable to stretch as far from the castle as they had prior. 

In a strange turn of events, it is the uncharacteristic silence of the outside that wakes Link up. He pulls himself up and yawns and is shocked to see that— for the first time in potentially years— he is the first one. His father sits propped against the cellar ladder, bags outlining the bottom of his eyes, although Link doesn’t remember Arn falling asleep at all. Aryll is curled up beside Link now. At some point she must have moved to share the blankets. Spotting the now dim lantern beside them both, he carefully reaches over his sister and scoops it up.

He stares. Was it that dull before? Is this Searis… sleeping? Spirits do that? Was Searis just asleep that whole time before Link found the lantern? He shakes his head and pokes the side of the lantern, causing it to loosely swing on the handle in front of him.

“Aghhh… I’m up, I’m up!” Searis whines as soon as his face reappears in the blaze. Link shushes him frantically. The spirit rolls his “eyes,” but seems to get it. He lowers his complaining. “(What do you want, huh? You’re not gonna give me to the kid again, are you? I can’t stand having to go all… all… snuffed out!)”

Link decides he is not going to apologize for that. He feels guilty, to be sure, but Aryll did need the extra fire… Zelda probably did, too, now that he thinks about it. Glancing over to check, Link finds Zelda is across the room in the same position as last night. Her expression doesn’t read as anything even near peaceful, but she’s thankfully by the fireplace. “(I think the storm died down. Do you hear that)?”

“...”

“(Hate to break it to ya, kid, but I hear absolutely nothin’).”

“(Exactly— We might be able to head up).”

“(And we’re gonna gloss over the monsters? Wizards? The half-dead princess? We’re just gonna… go up there and hope it’s all good)?” The yellow holes in Searis’s face widen. They make up half of his mass now.

“(If it’s ‘all good’… maybe we can help somehow)!” Link sneaks past his father, lifting his leg onto the first step of the ladder and scaling towards the cellar doors.

“(Wait, what?! We already got a mission here, pal! We can’t just pick up another one)!”

Link shrugs. “(I do it all the time).” He secures his hands over the board keeping the cellar doors shut, only to freeze. Releasing a slow breath in defeat, Link goes a few steps down and nudges his father. Searis panics, darting back out of sight. “(Hey– Papa, I think the storm calmed down).”

Muttering something incoherent, Arn shifts his back and opens his eyes just half of the way. “Huwhat?” He regains his consciousness from one fraction to another. “Hm… It is… quiet.” He rubs his eyes, pulling himself up using the rail and standing up. “Alright. Let’s see for ourselves, then we can wake up the other two.”

. . .

Surely enough, the surface of Darune looks about as normal as ever. It’s undoubtedly a wreck half-buried in snow, but it is a good change of pace to see that it’s visible, right? They hurry down and let Zelda and Aryll know, although they’re both cautioned to stay put. There’s still a matter of scoping out sinkholes, making sure they’re bundled up enough to get back to the house, checking on the stables… Perhaps there’s a bit too much to do for anyone ill or injured to have to deal with it.

Firstly, Arn shovels out a walkway from the cellar entrance to the house. The ladder that one would usually have to climb to even enter the cellar, as contradictory as that sounds, is finally usable as well from the level of permafrost. From there, they can take everything out.

It is as Link and Arn take this back-and-forth chore that Zelda catches Aryll grumpily pouting, occasionally interrupted by a sneeze or cough. As if that isn’t enough, she even looks unwell. Her skin is pale, like The King’s had been. The poor girl has probably has had to watch her family do everything for her lately, as well, except in her case she has to listen to such advice. Zelda could never convince her father to relax himself… He worked far too hard. On the brighter side of things, it may help the little girl’s recovery to stay back for a while. Does that make her sound hypocritical? Does that make Aryll’s advice the day before hypocritical? Oh, neither of them can be blamed… External worry is selfish, in a way, but internally it is the opposite. Worry in itself is hypocritical… and she may just be the worst culprit here. 

In fact, just as Link and his father disappear yet again, Zelda finds herself letting it decide for her again.

. . .

Link takes the shoveled-out path towards the cellar, dragging a bag of horse feed a fourth of his weight behind him. He tugs it along as it creates a second groove of a trail, but his eyes stray from one direction to another. This goes on idly for some time, until something in particular catches his eye; or rather, someone. Princess Zelda has made her way back up, as well, and stands on a mound of snow where he swears there used to be a stone. Just seeing her gets his face red-hot with embarrassment, knowing how casual he acted around her before learning of who she was. Knowing how little he could help when she seemed so… overwhelmed. The embarrassment fortunately fades quickly, only to be traded for an uneasy churning in his gut.

"(The princess? Didn't you tell her to stay put with how she was bleeding everywhere before?)" Searis whisper-shouts up to Link from the lantern. 

Rather than answering, the boy simply makes his way over. Zelda stares off towards the storm's heart above Hyrule Castle. In the far distance, the shape of it has almost disappeared in the flurries. The wind beats at her face, even here, but she does not pull her hood up. She keeps her gloved hands tightly gripping the rim of it, her fingers rubbing the fur lining. When they had briefly met, she had given off a soft air like the warmth of the sun… but she wears only a biting cold now. Something terrible must have happened. The people behind all of this, as she said… They must be terrible. 

Pushing away any second thoughts he may have about approaching her, Link decides to make his presence known a few feet away. "(Hey–)" 

The princess visibly flinches and darts her gaze back to Link. "Link, you—" It is then that Zelda finally pulls her hood over her face. "...I snuck off despite your warning, I'm sorry. I knew you were worried about me, and I disregarded it." That's the most she's said since yesterday.

The boy blinks, shaking his head almost immediately. Still being sure to give her space, Link takes a single step forward. "(You don't… have to tell us the details of what happened, but you could. I'd still try to help)."

He doesn't receive an answer for long enough to worry he said something wrong. Link doesn't speak if he doesn't feel the need to, so he tends to try and be careful with what he says. Could he have… thought about it too little, this time around? He is about to back up when a hand is suddenly in front of his face. From atop the mound of snow, Zelda has offered to help him to her side. The sight freezes him mid-step, but he is shaken back into reality by the sudden bobbing of the lantern on his belt– repeatedly bumping into his leg. Having snapped out of it, Link takes the princess's hand and accepts the… invitation? Is that what it is? 

Both of them nearly slip as the princess helps Link beside her. She grips her stomach in the aftermath. "...Are you alright? That wasn't exactly the most graceful for either of us." Zelda knows full well just how "graceful" this boy is. Even so, she knows it's hard not to slip outside. It'd be unfair to assume he's just a klutz. 

The boy simply nods, brushing some snow he kicked up off of his pants. As he turns his head, their eyes meet again, and he must break eye-contact as quickly as possible. As strange as this is to the princess, she can see a thoughtful look remains in his eyes. He's still ready to listen. She had helped him up out of an obligation of guilt. There was originally no intention for her to speak of what she saw, yet she felt horrible for leading him to try and check on her. Now, however, there is a brief… consideration. A stable boy can't really understand what is in motion, can he? Would it not be selfish for her to release all of it upon a kind stranger who has saved her life twice now? Perhaps it would be. The thought directs her attention back to the towers shrouded in clouds.

"...Monsters have never made it so far north before…" Zelda simply begins, deciding not to speak with her head, "Not as far as the palace. ...Do you see those lights there?" She lifts one hand, motioning out to a collection of gleams just barely peeking through the shroud of cloud surrounding the distant capital. Link's gaze follows. "The knights are to signal them from their towers when they survive a great battle. My father always told me it is a sign that not all is lost… but I fear that may not last long." 

"(...They really broke through the walls?)" 

"All of them." The princess solemnly mutters, her voice barely audible. Water collects at the edge of her eyes, but it is not permitted to fall. Such an expression sends a chill through Link. 

Not a word comes after. As it had hours before, the silence draws on for an immeasurable amount of time. Link doesn't dare try and imagine what happened before the rays of light cut through the fog. He isn't sure he wants to know what she may have seen. Rather, his thoughts begin to move forward in time. What could she possibly plan to do now? What can be done now? 

"(I meant it when I said I want to help, Z– Princess. I… I think I could)!" Link finally speaks up, catching the princess's uncertain side glance. Seeing her unspoken disbelief, Link's hand reaches for the lantern. A faint hiss comes from it as it rocks on his belt, leaving Link to have to plead with his eyes alone. There's no clear response, but the boy removes the lantern and presents it to Zelda anyway. "(This lantern holds the power of a meteor, see? There's nothing fueling it right now, but there's still a kindle)!" 

The burden that veils Zelda's face slowly pulls itself away, a curiosity taking its place as she notices the same thing. "The lantern is… holding the flame together? Like a poe?" Link hasn't the slightest clue what a 'poe' is, but he knows the lantern isn't what keeps Searis from dispelling. He merely signals that this isn't the case. Zelda's inquisitivity is nowhere near resolved. "But it must be magic in some way. How did you...— Where did you find this?" She has to fight the urge not to try and touch it.

"(The old Temple of Time. It was in a room with a lot of weird creatures on the tapestries)."

“The Temple of Time? Fascinating, I had no idea th— Huh?!” Zelda jolts as Searis’s face unenthusiastically shapes itself from the flame. “It just– Are you seeing eyes there, too, Link?” 

“I have a name, but this kid isn’t even courteous enough to introduce me with it.” The fire spirit sparks, impatiently twirling beyond the lantern’s bars. “Searis.”

“You’re a true spirit… Oh, Link, that’s wonderful! A creature of pure fire, we could—” The princess, in a fleeting moment, grins from ear to ear. It drops as she returns her focus to Searis. “Oh, but– Would you— I’m sorry, it’s just that a creature of pure fire like you could actually stand a chance against this… This curse on– On… On Hyrule. I know I am absolutely the least worthy person to ask for your help, but I—”

“Geez, I get it!” Searis spouts out, before taking an almost remorseful sigh. “You don’t need to beg. I’ll help. Already told this shortstack I would.” He motions to Link with his nonexistent head.

Of course Link was already setting out to heal this land…, Zelda thinks. He is like a real hero in every right!

“Thank you, S– …Searis? Was that it? Thank you so much! And you, of course, Link!” In all her exhaustion, the faintest glimmer of hope shines in her eyes. Such a thing is contagious, as Link can’t help but feel the corners of his mouth turn up. “But having Searis’s help is only one piece of a solution… Your father— he doesn’t know about this, does he? Will he be willing to understand, do you think? And the spirit– do we have an understanding of him?”

“(Uhm…)” Link struggles to speak again. He decides to be honest, regretfully lowering and shaking his head.

“Hey, that’s fine.” Searis chimes in. He speaks matter-of-factly. “I know how to fix one of those things, so let’s start from there. Good enough, right?”

Link and the princess incidentally make eye-contact, and by some miracle seem to comprehend the thoughts of the other. They nod in unison.

“M’kay.” Searis bumps his upper body against the lantern’s edge, a menacing and mischievous grin creeping across his face. “I think I know exactly where to start.”

Notes:

Oh boy. If I thought I took forever last time, this time somehow surpassed that. I spent months on this chapter because of all things, FILLER is hard!! I had the first and last scene in mind going in, but everything else was just not coming together. But hey! I overcame that now, and so Chapter 6 is finally up! And I have improved my art just a little bit since the last one. Form especially!

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