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alexa-fika · 4 months

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Dragon!Child!reader is just casually flying along the seas visiting many islands and just vibing, Child got no concept of the government at ALL so whenever Reader wants to get some food she always remembers humans uses these gold coins and reader just coughs it out. BASICALLY UH Calm peaceful Dragon child flying and having fun while others are like

'IS THAT A FREAKIN DRAGON-'(⁠ʘ⁠ᗩ⁠ʘ⁠’⁠)

(okay I don't know where this is going now ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ)

Wandering Dragon ( Whitebeard pirates x dragon!fem!child!reader x revolutionary army)

A/N: Here we go! I only did two crew’s, more like one and a half because I really wanted to give you guys something. I really love writing these hybrid!reader they are so fun.

Part 2 with The Whitebeard pirates

Dividers by @/saradika

“Where did she come from?” Dragon asks as he stares at the running child, her tail trailing behind her as she ran

“She flew into the ship a while ago, said she was exploring,” Ivankov answers as he watches the girl jump into Koala’s hands, laughing

“I’ve never seen something like her in all my years!” Koala grins at the child as she curls up on her shoulder

“Nor have I, I don’t ever remember seeing one of her kind in my life,” Sabo speaks up as he leans in closer to get a better look at the girl

She leans back from koala, wiggling out of her grasp and flapping her wings flying in front of Sabo

“Whoa there, aren’t you cute?” Sabo glances at the child with a slight smile on his face, reaching a hand out towards her

She furls up in a ball, beaming at his comment, still keeping herself up in the air, her cheeks tinted pink

“Thank you~.”

“You have scales on your cheeks… are you a dragon girl?” Sabo asks, still reaching his hand out carefully toward her

She unfurls herself, leaning into his touch and allowing him to feel the scales on her cheek

“Im Dragon Hybrid; I guess that makes me a dragon girl,” she says, thinking about it

“A dragon girl… that’s pretty incredible,” Sabo murmurs, smiling softly at the girl as he lightly runs a finger across her cheek

“Are you a Dragon Man? They called you Dragon. Are you a cool dragon? Can you breathe fire? Or are you a water dragon? Does your form like a serpent?” She rambles, flying in front of dragon excitedly

“She’s energetic,” Dragon says before sighing as he watches the child and rubbing his temples as he watches her buzz around

“I think she’s adorable,” Koala gushes with a grin on her face

“No. I am not a dragon; My name is Monkey D. Dragon.”

“Awe, no dragon? Nothing?”

“What do I look like a Dragon to you?” Dragon sighs, rubbing his hand down his face as he stares at Alexandra

“Hmmm,” she thinks as he circles him

“Yeah, kinda do.”

“Please tell me how I look like a dragon,” Dragon asks with a scoff in his tone

“You remind me of some of the grumpy dragons; they have that same scowl you have right now.”

“That is quite an interesting way to describe someone,” Dragon replies, shaking his head with a slight grin

“She is an interesting child, that’s for certain” Sabo speaks up, glancing at her curiously while she circles his captain

He grins as he calls her over

“Check this out,” he says, lighting his hand on fire

She awes at the sight

“Are you a dragon?”

“Just an ability granted to me by my devil fruit” He smiles, returning his hand to its original state

“The mera mera fruit! Somehow both me and my brother have it.” ” He continues, excited about demonstrating his abilities

She marbles at his numerous tricks and fire abilities that he keeps showing her

She frowns as nightfall falls; hours had gone quickly as she went from member to member with her usual antics

At one point even giving Ivancov a heart attack as they casually started coughing out golden coins when they had asked her how she bought food for herself.

“Is this not how you guys normally get these shiny things?” She had questioned, much to the shock and horror of some of the crewmates

“Aww, I have to get going now.”

“You’re going?” Koala looks at her disappointedly; she had enjoyed being around the child

“Mmhm, I have to keep going if I want to explore and meet more places and people. Im sure I‘ll see you again 'cause we're both moving around.”

“Well, I look forward to seeing you again then.”

“Goodbye, be careful on your travels, alright?” Sabo says with a soft smile before reaching out to gently ruffle her hair before she takes off

“And don’t get yourself into too much trouble!” Ivankov calls after the girl before turning to the others,

“Well, she was a pleasant surprise” he grins

“I didn’t expect a child to just wander into our ship,” Dragon chuckles while rubbing his head

Reader had now somehow found themselves aboard the Moby Dick, she was tired from her travels and needed to land, and the ship happened to be the closest.

She sneaked her way to the storage room so she could sleep the night away, and she did until she was interrupted when two of the ship's commanders descended into the storage room in search of more food to restock the kitchen. Ace accidentally knocks into one of the boxes, startling awake the dragon girl; he stares at her for a while as she stares back.

“Thatch, are you thinking what im thinking?”

“Yep, old pops is gonna throw a celebration when he hears we have got ourselves a kid on board.”

She stares at them for a second and smiles

Ace chuckles before leaning down in front of you.

"What's your name, kid?" he says, grinning.

“Im reader!” She replies, her wings flapping gently behind her

"Well, hey there, Reader. I'm Ace. And that's Thatch," he says, gesturing to the man standing next to him.

She grins and waves at them excitedly

Ace laughs and picks her up.

"What are you doing stowing away on our ship, anyway? It's not like you could even fit in these boxes. You know, most stowers usually just do it so that they can rob our ship. But the thing is, I don't see any weapons on you." Thatch comments, observing her

“Im not stowing away! Im exploring!” The pout,

“And I don’t need any weapons! I got these!” She says as she wacks her tail and wings and gently headbutts Ace with her horns

Ace laughs as she headbutts him.

"You're pretty feisty, huh? That's a good trait for a pirate. And you say you're not a stowaway or a robber, but you're definitely a bit of a troublemaker, aren't you?"

“Im not a Pirate either.”

Thatch chuckles, a bit confused.

"You're not a pirate? Well, what are you then? A marine? A merchant? Or even a traveler?" he asks.

“Umm, I ‘m Reader!”

"Well, okay then. And how old are you, Reader?" he asks.

“8!”

Ace laughs, looking at Thatch

"Eight? Now I really want to take her to Pops. Because I can already tell that he's gonna love you, kiddo." He says, glancing back at her

“Popsicle?”

They snicker

"Popsicle? No, no, no, no. Pops. Our captain. Whitebeard? He's probably gonna get a kick out of finding a stowaway as adorable as you." Thatch explains

“Not a stowaway!”

"Okay, okay, okay. Fine, fine. You're not a stowaway. You're just an adorable little kid who decided, at eight years old, to explore on her own. Not to mention, you just decided to explore the ship of the Whitebeard Pirates, of all places.”Ace says, fixing his previous statement for the small girl

She nods, pleased with his description

Sabo was so wholesome here 🥹, Also reader is a lowkey menace in this one lmao, let me know if I should continue this, add more to the whitebeard crew and/or add different crew’s as well.

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

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marshmellowrio · 2 months

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Flight of the Night | Chapter 6

Word count: 2.4K

“You were acting nice yesterday.” Cassian states in lieu of greeting me when I reach the training field on the House of Wind.

I hum as I walk towards the middle of the sparring ring, “Doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven him.”

“Yeah, I gathered that,” he pauses his string of movements to look at me more properly. “Want to fight it out again?”

I take a deep breath, before forcing it out through my nose again. “He locked me out.” I start on my own warming up sequences, but Cassian keeps staring at me. I know I’ve said this hundreds of times since Rhys and I got back, but I don’t care. I’ll keep saying it until it stops hurting to say it, or to even think it.

Cassian keeps quiet for a while, debating whether a reply is in the best way to handle me. The past replies he’s given me, have all resulted in him getting a beating, verbal or physical.

“I know.”

With my back to him, I still. A frown forming on my face.

Acknowledgement.

I grit my teeth, not turning, but I know I have his attention. I smell the apprehension. “It was hard.”

I hear him breathe out softly, “Tell me.”

My eyes close and my nostrils flare, before I turn to face him. To hell with this training session.

“Tell me what happened when he dropped those wards around Velaris.” Cassian’s face is anything but soft, except for his eyes. The harsh look because we were separated for 49 years, the softness because I’m finally talking.

“I wish I could just show you.” Although I don’t want to relive those years by remembering in a shared vision, it would be over as soon as the memory is over. Talking requires more time, it requires me to say it.

His face softens when he hears me say it, concern flooding his features.

I walk closer to edge of the mountain and sit down, dangling my feet of the ledge. Cassian takes a seat beside me.

“You know I was in Windhaven that day.” Cassian barely nods in reply. “I heard Rhys’s command to stay in Velaris and flew. I raced to the border, I knew he would seal it off. When I got to the border—” I suck in a breath at the feeling I so vividly remember. “It felt foreign, not home like it used to.”

The city beyond isn’t awake yet and I stare out at it. Letting the feeling of home consume me.

“When I got closer to that border, I felt the force of that shield driving me back. Telling me I didn’t belong there.” I swallow, before I choke on the words, on the memories. “So I went back.”

I don’t tell him that when I flattened my hand against that shield, I cried and screamed. I don’t tell him that I banged my fist against the shield. Again. And again. And again. I don’t tell him I collapsed, tears streaming down my face. I don’t tell him I stayed, for weeks.

Cassian bumps his arm into my shoulder and I lean against him as I close my eyes, relishing in the feeling of my best friend next to me.

❧ ⸻ ☙

Rhys and Feyre try talking to the Bone Carver again the next day, after not even entering the previous one.

Cassian drags me along after training to wait for them at the townhouse, I tell him they’re not going to be back until after noon, but he insists. Azriel and Mor turn up a couple hours later, joining us in the sitting room.

They indeed only return a couple hours after noon and Cassian is bursting at the seams with tension.

“Amren’s right,” Rhys drawls, leaning against the threshold of the sitting room.” You are like dogs, waiting for me to come home. Maybe I should buy treats.”

Cassian gives him a vulgar gesture from where he lounges on the couch before the hearth, an arm slung over the back behind Mor.

I know Azriel lingers somewhere by the window, behind my spot on one of the armchairs across from the couch. Feyre strides for the other one, claiming it as she stretches her limbs towards the fire.

“How’d it go?” Mor says, straightening.

“The Bone Carver,” Rhys says, “is a busybody gossip who likes to pry into other people’s business far too much.”

My eyebrows raise, I don’t know why he’s surprised, this is common knowledge.

“But?” Cassian braces his arms on his knees, demanding more information.

“But,” Rhys continues, “he can also be helpful, when he chooses. And it seems we need to start doing what we do best.”

I watch Feyre as Rhys tells us all about the Cauldron and the reason behind the temple pillagings. The more information Rhys offers, the more I start to wonder what the young female offered the Bone Carver in return.

Halfway through Rhys’s explanation, I feel Azriel’s looming presence take up the space behind my armchair. His questioning growing slightly tense. I keep quiet but store all the information, knowing every piece is important.

“I’ll contact my sources in the Summer Court about where the half of the Book of Breathing is hidden.” Azriel speaks when Rhys is done, placing one of his hands on the back of the armchair. I take a quick glance as I see it in my peripheral vision. “I can fly into the human world myself to figure out where they’re keeping their part of the Book before we ask them for it.”

“No need,” Rhys says. “And I don’t trust this information, even with your sources, with anyone outside of this room. Save for Amren.”

Azriel withdraws his hand and I turn in my seat, taking him in. “They can be trusted,” he says, steeling his voice and clenching his hands at his sides.

Struck a nerve there. My eyes go back to Rhys at the other side of the room.

“We’re not taking any risks where this is concerned,” he merely replies. I watch both males keep the stare, my eyes flicking back and forth until Azriel nods.

I settle in my seat again, bringing my knees up on the armchair, leaning against the armrest closest to the shadowsinger.

“So what do you have planned?” Mor continues the initial conversation.

We all watch Rhys as he picks at his fighting leathers and I frown at the action. “The King of Hybern sacked one of our temples to get a missing piece of the Cauldron. As far as I’m concerned, it’s an act of war—an indication that His Majesty has no interest in wooing me.”

My jaw clenches when I hear him say it. War, again.

“He likely remembers our allegiance to the humans in the War, anyway,” Cassian says. “He wouldn’t jeopardize revealing his plans while trying to sway you, and I bet some of Amarantha’s cronies reported to him about Under the Mountain. About how it all ended, I mean.” He’s cautious in his wording, not only for Rhys but also for Feyre.

Rhys says, “Indeed. But this means Hybern’s forces have already successfully infiltrated our lands—without detection. I plan to return the favour.”

I swallow and roll my eyes when I catch sight of Cassian and Mor’s mirroring grins.

“How?” Mor asks.

Rhys crosses his arms. “It will require careful planning. But if the Cauldron is in Hybern, then to Hybern we must go. Either to take it back…or use the Book to nullify it.”

“Hybern like—”

“Who says—” I start at the same time as Azriel. I look at him and give him an encouraging smile, when he hesitates to continue.

He nods before countering Rhys’s statement, “Hybern likely has as many wards and shields around it as we have here,” Exactly what I was going to point out. “We’d need to find a way to get through them undetected first.” I nod in confirmation.

“Which is why we start now. While we hunt for the Book. So when we have both halves, we can move swiftly—before word can spread that we even possess it.”

Cassian nods, buts asks, “How are you going to retrieve the Book, then?”

“Since these objects are spelled to the individual High Lords, and can only be found by them—through their power… Then, in addition to her uses regarding the handling of the Book of Breathings itself, it seems we possibly have our own detector.” Rhys says.

I look at Feyre, seeing her cringe at the attention. “Perhaps was what the Bone Carver said in regard to me being able to track things. You don’t know…” She trails off as she looks at Rhys smirking.

“You have a kernel of all our power—like having seven thumbprints. If we’ve hidden something, if we’ve made or protected it with our power, no matter where it has been concealed, you will be able to track it through that very magic.”

I do have to admit, that is pretty cool. What else is she capable of if she hones her power?

“You can’t know that for sure,” Feyre tries again.

“No—but there is a way to test it.” Rhys is smiling.

I groan, “Rhys.”

“Here we go,” comes from a grumbling Cassian. Mor gives Azriel a warning glare, to which he just gives an incredulous look. As if he isn’t the one constantly putting himself in harm’s way.

Rhys says, as if we haven’t even said anything, “With your abilities Feyre, you might be able to find the half of the Book at the Summer Court—and break the wards around it. But I’m not going to take the Carver’s word for it, or bring you there without testing you first. To make sure that when it counts, when we need to get that book, you—we do not fail. So we’re going on another little trip. To see if you can find a valuable object of mine that I’ve been missing for a considerably long time.”

“Shit,” Mor says.

“Where?” Feyre says after a second of watching Mor.

Azriel answers from beside me. “To the Weaver.”

Rhys holds up his hand to keep Cassian from objecting. “The test will be to see if Feyre can identify the object of mine in the Weaver’s trove. When we get to the Summer Court, Tarquin might have spelled his half of the Book to look different, feel different.”

He has got an odd way of loving his mate. First the Bone Carver, now the Weaver. He’s only letting her meet the horrid creatures in Prythian. No matter that that ring will be her future.

“By the Cauldron, Rhys,” Mor snaps, setting her feet on the carpet. “Are you out of your—”

Feyre is quick to push in, “Who is the Weaver?”

“An ancient, wicked creature,” Azriel says.

I pitch in, “Who should remain unbothered. Find another way to test her abilities.”

Rhys merely shrugs and looks at Feyre, he’ll let her choose. Like he does with all of us, he gives us the choice to walk away, always.

We wait for Feyre to make her decision, gnawing on her lip. “The Bone Carver, the Weaver… Can’t you ever just call someone by a given name?”

Cassian chuckles, and Mor settles back in the sofa, while I lean back against the headrest in amusement.

Rhys says to Feyre, “ What about adding one more name to that list?”

I cock my head in interest, what does he mean by that?

“Emissary,” Rhys says, ignoring Mor’s noise of dislike. “Emissary to the Night Court—for the human realm.”

Azriel says, “There hasn’t been one for five hundred years, Rhys.”

“There also hasn’t been a human-turned-immortal since then, either.” Rhys turns his gaze to Feyre again. “The human world must be as prepared as we are—especially if the King of Hybern plans to shatter the wall and unleash his forces upon them. We need the other half of the Book from those mortal queens—and if we can’t use magic to influence them, then they’re going to have to bring it to us.”

The silence that follows his statement is palpable, each one of us letting the truth sink in. My lips purse in thought.

Rhys jerks his chin at Feyre. “You are an immortal faerie—with a human heart. Even as such, you might very well set foot on the continent and be…hunted for it. So we set up a base in neutral territory. In a place where humans trust us—trust you, Feyre. And where other humans might risk going to meet with you. To hear the voice of Prythian after five centuries.”

“My family’s estate,” Feyre is quick to answer.

“Mother’s tits, Rhys,” Cassian cuts in. I shake my head right when he flares his wings, almost knocking over the ceramic vase on the side table. “You think we can just take over her family’s house, demand that of them.”

“The land,” Mor says, reaching over to return the vase to its place, “will run red with blood, Cassian, regardless of what we do with her family. It is now a matter of where that blood will flow—and how much will spill. How much human blood we can save.” She reasons.

“The Spring Court borders the wall—” The fright is clear in Feyre’s voice.

“The wall stretches across the sea. We’ll fly in offshore,” Rhys says without blinking. “I won’t risk discovery from any court, though word might spread quickly enough once we’re there. I know it won’t be easy, Feyre, but if there’s any way you could convince those queens—”

“I’ll do it.” She says. “They might not be happy about it, but I’ll make Elain and Nesta do it.”

A sigh leaves my lips, this family is going to go through a lot. I just hope Feyre knows what she might be putting on the line.

“Then it’s settled. Once Feyre darling returns from the Weaver, we’ll bring Hybern to its knees.”

A/N: Hope you like it!

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lorcandidlucienwill · 5 months

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High Lord Lucien

Pretty sure it was always the plan for Lulu to be a high lord. Evidence:

Lucien stepped toward him, exposing his teeth as well. A pulsing kind of air hit me in the stomach, and a metallic stench filled my nose. But I couldn’t see any magic—only feel it. I couldn’t tell if that made it worse. Lucien’s russet eye was bright, though the smile he gave me didn’t meet it. The face of Tamlin’s emissary—more court-trained and calculating than I’d seen him yet.

I eased open the door. The room was similar to mine in shape, but was bedecked in hues of orange and red and gold, with faint traces of green and brown. Like being in an autumn wood. But while my room was all softness and grace, his was marked with ruggedness. In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worn worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons. It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin’s court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.

Lucien, mercifully, appeared like Lucien. I didn’t ask whether that was because Tamlin had informed him to put up a better glamour or because he didn’t bother trying to be something he wasn’t. But his glamour had been ripped away. His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smoldered like a bottomless forge.

The tang of magic shoved itself up my nostrils. Though his sword was pointed at the floor, Lucien’s grip tightened on it until his knuckles turned white. Magic—a glamour. To conceal me, to make me a part of Lucien—invisible, hidden by the faerie’s magic and scent. (Rhysand didn't even realize Lucien was glamouring him until...)

“I’m looking forward to seeing your face when you—” Rhysand studied the table. Lucien went stick-straight, pressing me harder against the wall. The table was still set for three, my half-eaten plate of food sitting right before him. When I came to, I could open both eyes fully, and my nose—my nose was clear, and didn’t throb or send agony splintering through my face. Lucien was crouched over me, frowning. “I couldn’t heal you completely—they would know someone helped you. The bruises are there, along with a hideous black eye, but … all the swelling’s gone.” “And my nose?” I said, feeling it before he answered. “Fixed—as pert and pretty as before.” He smirked at me. The familiar gesture made my chest tighten to the point of pain. “I thought she’d taken most of your power,” I managed to say.

The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome—his features sharp and elegant.

All from book 1. Then in ACOMAF... Lucien snarled at the king over the bite of the magic at his throat, “Don’t just leave her on the damned floor—” There was a flare of light, and a scrape, and then Lucien was stalking toward Elain, freed of his restraints. Tamlin remained leashed on the ground, a gag of white, iridescent magic in his mouth now.

In ACOWAR: My stomach growled with every step, and Lucien’s red hair gleamed like the leaves above us as he scanned the woods for anything to fill our bellies. His woods, by blood and law. He was a son of this forest, and here … He looked crafted from it. For it. Even that gold eye. Lucien, to his credit, didn’t back away a step. From Rhys, or me, or the Illyrians.

“I can’t spare a force to guard you—” “I don’t need one. I travel faster on my own.” His chin lifted. “I will find her. And if there’s an army to bring back, or at least some way for her own story to sway the human forces … I’ll find a way to do that, too.” My friends glanced to each other. Mor said, “It will be—very dangerous.” A half smile curved Lucien’s mouth. “Good. It’d be boring otherwise.”

And ofc he succeeded...

As it spread its wings wide, trailing sparks and embers across the waves, and I realized what —who—now flew at that enemy host. A firebird. Burning as hot and furious as the heart of a forge. Vassa—the lost queen. Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. And even in ACOSF...

“Easy,” Lucien repeated, and flame sizzled in his russet eye. The flame, the surprising dominance within it, hit Cassian like a stone to the head, knocking him from his need to kill and kill and kill whatever might threaten—

So whenever people say Lucien is not an important character, I just laugh. You think a mfing High Lord is not an important character? Pls be fucking fr rn. It was ALWAYS the plan for Lucien to be a High Lord, and SJM never got off the High Lord Lucien train. He's my king fr. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #high lord lucien #elucien #my king fr

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lostinwildflowers · 1 year

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Romantic Flight

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Katsuki is the Chieftain's son, and a lot of pressure is on his shoulders to be the best. He finds comfort in you; as you do in him. He can't bring himself to tell you his feelings until a threat imposes itself on your friendship.

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Swearing(it's Bakugou), mutual pining, harsh language, best friends to lovers, also kind of idiots to lovers, angst to fluff, also slightly hurt/comfort, happy ending!!!

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I'm so excited to share this fic with y'all! This is the first of 5 HTTYD x MHA fics that I'll be writing over the next while! Please let me know how you liked it! I don't really write for Bakugou that much, so any feedback is appreciated. Much love! -Birch<3

Useful Info:

Naugost - pronounced Nuh-gaw-st (not like August)

Tyr - Named after the Norse God of War

Romantic Flight - by John Powell - The inspiration for this piece!

Part ii. Dragon Island- Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

This is Naugost. Most of the year, it’s warmer than the fire from an angry Nadder, with winds that will knock most people off of their feet, minus Mrs. Hoster, she’s sturdier than a Gronkle.

This island is so far off the maps that not even migrating dragons could find us. That’s how our village likes it, secluded and safe up in the mountains of Naugost, where we thrive off of the deep valley set in the middle of our island.

At the edge of the valley, set next to the waterfall that nourishes our farmland, is the house of the Chieftain, and his son, Katsuki. The chief is hardly ever around, always leading patrols to protect the edges of our territory, and making sure there is no contact with the outside world.

And his son? Well, Katsuki doesn’t always agree with him. He wants to expand our tribe, so he often sneaks out to explore. His desire to leave and escape made him competitive, and that’s where our story begins.

“Tyr, what the hell are you doing?!” the shout comes, the blonde-haired man’s voice deep and angry. The Monstrous Nightmare he was sitting upon, Tyr, was glaring up at him, smoke drifting from his nostrils in anger with his rider.

“Y/n’s getting away, she’s gonna beat us in this damn race if you don’t get your ass in gear!” Katsuki yells at the dragon, pointing to your disappearing figure over the small hill. The deep ruby-colored dragon growled at Katsuki, but lunged after your Deadly Nadder regardless, rushing forward so fast Katsuki yelped as he flew backward.

He managed to stay on, though, and clung to Tyr’s horns as he glared down at his dragon. Katsuki could hear your whoop and holler as your dragon threw the last sheep into your net, securing your win. Bakugou groans as he flies over the finish line, where you had landed your dragon, Gretta, and was smiling mischievously up at him.

“Shut your damn mouth,” Katsuki grumbles as he lands next to you, “This damn dragon won’t listen to me one damn bit.” A laugh falls from your lips as you pet Gretta on the neck, and you take in the appearance of your someday chieftain-to-be.

His golden locks were long and shaggy, with just a few braids at the base of his neck, one with a charm you had gifted him last year. He wore his flight suit, the deep red tones of his armor and padding matching the deep red set to his eyes, and the under colors of Tyr’s wings.

You blink once to stop your ogling, but a smile regains your lips as you snap back, “Maybe you should actually train your dragon instead of just ordering him around.” There was no malice behind your words, just a twinkle in your eye that you knew would just push Katsuki over the edge.

“You want to fight me?! I’ll whoop your ass right now,” he yelled as he slid down Tyr’s wing and to the ground, but as he marched up to Gretta, Tyr knocked him to the side with his head, the dragon heading straight for your outreached hand.

A soft chuff falls from the dragon’s mouth, and Katsuki frowns at the sight of his dragon being so affectionate toward you. You slide onto the ground as well, petting Tyr on the nose before glancing over at your best friend, who was picking himself up off the ground.

“Doesn’t look like I need to, Katsuki,” you giggle as you offer him your hand, which he rolls his eyes at, but begrudgingly takes your hand, knowing the crowd was watching you two.

You two were the perfect pair- the chieftain’s son and a council woman’s daughter. It was almost like the two of you were made to lead your island, but you both were set on being friends.

Katsuki grunts as you haul him to his feet, giving him a firm clap on the back as you smile and wave at the crowd, who was cheering for the both of you. The blonde was quiet next to you, and at first, you think he was sulking, but when you turn to look at him, he was already looking at you.

He’s looking at the way your (colored) eyes take in the members of your tribe. He’s noticing the way your hair is windswept from the intensity of the race. He sees the kindness in your body language as you wave to your family and friends in the crowd. He sees how beautiful you look.

He knew you were an amazing person, he wouldn’t be friends with anyone less than extraordinary. But he liked the fire to your soul, the sparks that seemed to fly when he was around you. In every way you were electricity and fire, everything he could ever dream of in a woman.

And that’s why he couldn’t tell you his feelings. You were too perfect for him, and he was already lucky enough to have you as a best friend.

“Kats? You okay?” you ask gently as you wave your hand in front of him, his frame freezing when he realized he was caught. He shakes his head back and forth to clear his mind before he nods at you with a frown.

“I can’t believe you beat me. Again,” is all he says as he stalks off, and you roll your eyes at him but follow his figure as he walks off. You give two short whistles over your shoulder, and the two dragons fly off, released from the pressures of the race.

“You’ll get me next time,” you say softer, a gentle smile resting on your lips as you playfully bump your hip into his own, his body not even flinching at your assault.

Then, fast as lightning, he moves.

His right hand comes up to pin both of your wrists above your head, trapping your body flat against a beacon tower. Katsuki’s knee lands between your thighs, parting them open as he leans in close to you.

Your heart slams against the walls of your ribcage, suddenly silent at the close proximity. You can feel heat rushing over your face, and you knew it wasn’t because of the Naugost winds.

“Gotcha,” is all he whispers, his voice deepening a few tones as his eyes drop to your lips and then back. Your mouth is parted open, your (colored) orbs dancing back and forth with his own red ones, panic and nerves running through you.

“Ehm, excuse me?” a soft voice cuts in, and Katsuki releases you slowly, holding your gaze as he takes a step back and spins around.

“What do you want?” his voice is harsh, not soft like how it was with you a few moments ago. You see red hair over Katsuki’s shoulder, and recognition runs through you.

“Kirishima!” you yelp as you slide around Katsuki, lunging toward the tall redhead in a makeshift hug. Kirishima laughs as you jump into his arms, swinging you around once before setting you on the ground.

“Great job out there, Racing Queen,” Kirishima jokes, and Katsuki frowns at the simple nickname. When did you start talking to Kirishima? Katsuki thinks, taking a step back and watching the two of you chat for a moment.

The blonde sees the way your eyes light up when you talk to the burly blacksmith, how excitedly you talk with your hands as you explain how you won. It pissed him off. He hated how at ease you seemed with this other guy, this guy that he didn’t know that well, but knew couldn’t treat you as well as he could.

“Oi, Y/n, I’m leaving,” is all he says, turning on foot before walking away from you. You can see the dejected slope to his shoulders, and you assume he’s upset from his second loss to you at the sheep contest.

Kirishima also watches him go and mumbles, “Kinda feel bad for him, you know? You’ve been him twice in a row now, that’s hard on the chief’s son.” You sigh and shrug, “Yeah, but he’s my best friend, he’ll pout for a bit and then get over it.”

But would he? What was that moment against the beacon tower? He was… different.

You can’t stop the swirl of thoughts in your head, but you are interrupted when Kirishima rubs at the back of his neck and bashfully starts, “So, I was thinking, we’ve been hanging out for a while now, and I think you’re pretty cool. Would you maybe want to go on a date with me?”

Your body stills at the question. A date? With Kirishima? You blink up at the burly man. Once. Twice, and then it clicks in your head that you need to answer him.

“Sorry!” you blurt out, rubbing at your eyes before glancing in the direction Katsuki left. You put on a bit of a fake smile but reply, “Sorry, I’m a bit tired from my race. I’d say that sounds nice, but I really need to go check on Katsuki right now. I’ll chat with you later? At the Great Hall?”

You don’t miss the way Kirishima’s face drops, and you feel your chest tighten at the crestfallen look on his handsome features. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him- there wasn’t anything you disliked about Kirishima.

He was tall, handsome, and had a great job. He worked hard to provide for himself and his mother and even helped out the other farmers when he had time. Kirishima had one of the best personalities in your tribe, and there were plenty of women lined up to talk to him.

He was sweet, kind, and overall a gentleman. But there was something missing, and you didn’t quite know what it was.

Kirishima wasn’t anything like Katsuki, you reasoned. Katsuki was your best friend, and strong in so many other aspects. He was an incredible fighter, he was very strong, and always protective over the weak. He had empathy but only showed it to those who deserved to see it.

As the chieftain’s son, you knew he bore a pressure on his shoulders, but he did it so well you hardly could notice. Katsuki would make an excellent leader and father someday.

Father? Where’d that come from? You wonder, a soft warmth rushing over your cheeks and a wave of butterflies flooding your belly. You’re brought back to Kirishima in front of you when he shuffles on his feet and nods, “Sounds good, Y/n, I’ll catch up with you later. Great job on your race today!”

You thank him as he turns away, his shoulders also slumping down in defeat. You watch him walk away but glance back to where Katsuki disappeared too.

Little did you know, Katsuki had stopped around the corner, listening to Kirishima ask you out. After the word “date” came out of the redhead’s mouth, Katsuki left. He didn’t want to hear you accept another man’s courtship with him present.

You were his best friend. You were the one he had axe-throwing competitions with. You were the one he raced against to catch the most sheep. Hell, you were even the one to challenge him to see who could catch the biggest fish bare-handed.

You did everything together, so why did you want to choose Kirishima? Katsuki couldn’t help the thoughts from flooding his brain, so he set out to where he knew no one would find him.

—

Three long whistles fell from his lips as he settled into his saddle on Tyr’s back, the Monstrous Nightmare seemingly having calmed down from the race. The sun was setting over the central ravine of Naugost, and Katsuki knew most people would be setting out for the Great Hall for dinner after the race.

He didn’t really feel like having his loss shoved in his face, so he set out for Brokeback Point, the furthest edge north of the island, where the cliffs were steep and no one dared to rest. Waves crashed against the steep red crags, the roar of the water helping to quiet the racing thoughts in his head.

His thoughts of you. He knew he needed to tell you eventually, but with how happy you seemed with Kirishima, he didn’t think he could ruin it. A sigh falls from his mouth as he rubs at his eyes, and Tyr lays down next to the chieftain’s son, resting his head on Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki huffs once, but keeps his mouth shut, instead rubbing the dragon on his snout and watching the sunset to his west. It was peaceful, being out here alone. It was half the reason why Katsuki didn’t want to become chief.

He enjoyed his freedom, being able to fly off to other islands, and mark all the different kinds of dragons around, and what habitats they liked. He wanted to know if there were people around, and if they were going to be a threat to his home. To you.

It was so much, sometimes, being the chief’s son, and that’s why he found so much solace in you. You understood him better than anyone, you were there for him when he needed a shoulder to lean on.

That’s why he-

No. Katsuki’s crimson eyes flutter shut at the thought, his brow creasing into a frown. He couldn’t think those words about you, not yet at least. Not when you were wrapped up in the arms of another man.

The sound of wings flapping a moment later has his eyes snapping back open. It was the figure of a dragon that was headed straight for him, the sun setting behind the beast, only leaving the figure outlined by its silhouette.

Tyr raises his head but takes a deep breath to smell the air before relaxing his neck back to the ground and shutting his eyes to rest. Katsuki glances at the relaxed state of his dragon at the approaching shape in front of him.

A Nadder. Not just any Nadder. Gretta.

The purple-tinged dragon lands further inland than Katsuki and Tyr, and you slide off of her silently as you walk toward the pair. Katsuki sends a silent prayer to the gods to help him stay calm and normal as you walk up to him, a silent air about you.

“How did you find me,” is all he says. It’s not even worded as a question, it’s more an open-ended statement. Your face is stoic, but you take a step toward him, shrugging your shoulders once.

“I have a Deadly Nadder, remember? One of the best trackers out there. And,” you glance off toward the sunset, where you see a Thunderdrum jump up out of the water and fly off toward a distant island. But you continue, looking him straight in the eye, “You weren’t at dinner, and you didn’t seem okay when Kirishima showed up.”

Katsuki groans and turns away from you before muttering, “I don’t want to hear about that damn redhead.” You’re quiet, calculating a response. You don’t get the chance to say anything, because he pipes back up, “Listen, I know you’re here to tell me about how you accepted his courtship invitation. I’m happy for you.”

Katsuki’s voice was anything but happy though. It was strained, a tension to his voice you’d never heard, and you place a hand on his shoulder to try to get him to face you.

You try, “Kats-” “Just leave it,” he cuts you off and knocks your hand off of his shoulder, “I want you to be happy, even if that means you marry that big dumb blacksmith.” “Katsuki!” you yell, your eyes closing in frustration.

The blonde turns toward you then, shock evident on his features at the heightened sound of your voice. You sigh and take a step forward, facing him shoulder to shoulder.

You grab his right hand with your own, his palm rough and calloused from his training. Katsuki is silent as he watches you, his eyes sharp and waiting, not so different from Tyr’s fiery gaze.

“I didn’t,” you whisper. Katsuki’s red gaze bores into your own (colored) one, but no recognition flashes over his features, so you insist, “I didn’t, you know, accept his offer. I couldn’t.”

“Stop joking,” is all he replies with, moving to tug his hand out of your own, even though it's the last thing he wants to do. “Katsuki Bakugou, shut the hell up and listen to me,” you state firmly, your grip tightening on his large palm.

-Start music-

He freezes at the use of his full name and the curse words, something you never say, and you take the opportunity to thread your fingers through his own. You can feel the intensity of his gaze on you, and you know how tense the moment is just by how still he is.

“I didn’t accept his offer,” you say again, and you shuffle on your feet as you squeeze his hand, “But I didn’t deny it either.” You can see the hope in his eyes start to fade out, the idea of you still wanting Kirishima lingering in his mind.

“Kirishima is nice,” you murmur, “He’s kind, and handsome.” You can feel Katsuki’s body harden at your praise of the redhead, but you continue, “He’s always nice to the dragons when fitting them at the smithery, and he even picks flowers with the village’s little girls.”

Katsuki shuts his eyes and whispers, “Please, Y/n, don’t tell me how much you like another man to my face,” and then they reopen and he finishes, “I don’t think my heart can take it.”

You just give him a smile and bring your intertwined hands up to rest over your heart. You hold his gaze evenly and you push, “Kirishima is great. But he’s not amazing.”

The blonde-haired man swallows thickly, but stays quiet as you mumble, “He’s not the chieftain’s son. He’s not a hardened viking that knows every in and out of our island.”

This catches Katsuki’s attention, and his eyes widen as your voice and words overtake his brain, “He’s not my best friend, he’s not the one who whoops my ass in axe-throwing competitions, and he’s not the one who takes me fishing in the summer.”

The smile is growing on your face, and you suddenly get shy and look down at your boots as you mumble out, “He’s not you, Katsuki.”

You hear your name fall off Katsuki’s lips, but you don’t look up. He says your name louder this time, using his free hand to cup your cheek and tilt your face up to meet his crimson gaze.

“What are you trying to say?” is what he says. He needed to know if you were saying what he thought you were trying to say.

You lean into his touch, somehow both familiar and foreign, there was a softness to this touch you’d never felt, and you gaze into his eyes as you utter, “It’s you, Kats. It’s always been me and you.”

You see his gaze soften, and the weight of you being with another lover is lifted off of his shoulders. He leans into you, his nose brushing against your own as his forehead rests against your own. You can feel a new, intense wave of butterflies rush through your stomach at the intimacy of this touch, one you’d never experienced before with anyone.

Katsuki’s voice comes out deep and gravelly when he asks, “Y/n, how will you have me? Will you have me as your own? Or just as-” “Shut up and kiss me already,” you rush out, pulling him closer to you by his shoulder.

A groan falls from his lips at your demand, but he’s not one to argue as he leans forward, capturing your lips for himself. It’s everything he’d ever imagined and more, different. Your mouth was sweet, the tang of apple cider hanging onto the edges of your mouth.

You were warm against him, soft and pliable in his hands. Katsuki slides his hand from cupping your face to the back of your head, grabbing your neck, and pulling you flush against him. You gasp at the movement, and he takes that opportunity to deepen the kiss, his teeth coming to bite down on your lower lip before swiping his tongue across it as an apology.

The growls and rumbles of your dragons behind you make the two of you pull away, and while you swivel your head to look at the two peeping flying reptiles, Katsuki is left watching you.

When you turn back toward him, you see an intensity to his gaze that makes you lower your eyes, but he tuts and gains your attention before whispering, “Lady Y/n L/n of Island Naugost, will you do me the honors and go on a flight with me?”

You giggle at the cheesiness of his ask, something so out of character for him, but you nod with a wide grin and respond, “Chieftain-to-be Katsuki Bakugou of Island Naugost, I would love to go on a flight with you.”

He smirks down at you, leaning in slowly to press a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away, throwing out three short whistles, and bringing Tyr to your sides. He rubs your neck softly before releasing his grip on you, climbing up to sit in Tyr’s saddle before offering you his hand.

“Milady?” he asks, his fingers reaching for your own. You glance toward Gretta before looking back at the blonde waiting for you and you give her two short whistles, and she immediately heads back towards the mainland.

You clasp onto Kastsuki’s hand, and he pulls you up into the saddle behind him, giving you the chance to wrap your arms around his waist. Tyr reaches back to nuzzle your foot, and you smile down at the moody Monstrous Nightmare as you settle into your seat.

“Are you ready?” Katsuki checks in, glancing over his shoulder only to find you resting your chin on the pad of his armor. He feels his heart flutter in his chest at the distant look in your eyes, and turns back straight to hide the pink dusting his cheeks. And it wasn’t from the sunset.

Tyr shuffles to the edge of the cliff, the deep oranges from the sunset glinting in harmony with the deep red of his scales, and in a few large flaps of his wings, the three of you are airborne. Katsuki lets Tyr fly smoothly around several small islands and rocky outposts on the outskirts of the island, the only sound being the pull of air on your clothes, the flapping of wings, and crashing from the water below you.

While flying wasn’t new to you in any sense, there was something so intimate and caring about the way Katsuki flew Tyr around. You could feel the connection between the two of them, and while they disagreed occasionally, like earlier in the day at the race, you knew they had a deep and intricate bond.

You lean forward from where your chin was resting on Katsuki’s shoulder and gently press them against his cheek in a soft kiss. His cheek is warm under your touch, and he turns toward you as you pull away, his eyes catching the shyness in your own (colored) gaze.

“C'mere,” he mumbles, turning so that you could slide up and into his lap. He made sure Tyr was flying smoothly before pulling you around to sit in front of him, with your back to Tyr’s head.

You were facing Katsuki, and with the sun setting behind him, he was gorgeously backlit. His features were hardened, yes, but the soft light helped smooth out his usual frown and scowl.

He looked down at you and brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear before whispering, “I’m not sure where we go from here, but we go together, alright?” You nod and offer him your hand, “When we get back to the Great Hall, I want us to be together.”

Katsuki cracks a smirk and taking your hand, mutters, “Hell, you can’t get rid of me now, Y/n/n, you’re stuck with me.” You giggle, which quickly becomes a playful scream as Katsuki grabs back onto Tyr’s horns and you are whisked off into the light of the dying sun.

A lifetime of memories of just being friends with Katsuki would remain at the front of your mind, but you were excited to see where this flight would take you. And while your future was uncertain with the tough blonde-haired viking, you knew that he was going to protect you until his last breath.

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Magical Meal

Summary: As the second day progresses, Danny and the Chain have two questions regarding Danny’s situation. Is he going to be sick? And how bad is it going to be?

Word Count: 5,291

(I apologize for deleting the previous version of this chapter. I’d forgotten about a couple paragraphs that took place in the morning, but now I’ve corrected that mistake. Other than that, not much has changed. Thank you all!)

Jazz pressed the red button to open the Fenton portal and took a few steps back as the metal doors split in two. The eerie green glow of the portal shined onto the ship used to travel in the ghost zone. Inside, sitting in the pilot seats, were Sam and Tucker.“If you don’t find him by 11:00 tonight, come back. We’ll have no choice but to let my parents know.” Jazz said, raising her voice a little so she was sure that she was heard.

She really wanted to go as well, but some of the ghosts knew Sam and Tucker better than they knew her, and someone had to make sure her parents remained calm until they confirmed that Danny was indeed missing and not just in the ghost zone for some reason. Still, it upset her that she couldn’t join the search. Already, before Sam and Tucker had even left, Jazz wanted to receive a text from one of them saying that they found him and that he was alright.

The two nodded with determined expressions and turned the ship on. If Jack and Maddie weren’t having a breakfast date, she’d worry about them being heard as the engines fired up. She watched as the ship began to hover off the ground, then before long, flew right into the portal.

As a sort of mini celebration that the school year was finally over, the three of them had planned a sleepover at Sam’s house, but Danny never arrived. The last message they’d gotten from him was that he was heading towards an abandoned house they’d stumbled upon a while back for a little bit. When he didn’t arrive for hours and didn’t answer his phone, they texted Jazz asking if she knew anything. She texted back saying that she thought he’d gotten there by now. That immediately caused intense worry on both sides.

The duo immediately went to the abandoned building, despite how late it already was. After all, the service was bad out there, so that could be the reason why their messages weren’t even delivered to his phone. They didn’t find a single trace of him. Several more attempts to contact him later, each one slowly growing more and more desperate, they told Jazz about the situation. Despite the growing anxiety in each of them, they did a surprisingly good job at keeping level heads and came to the conclusion that he might be in the ghost zone.

Jazz was told that Frostbite, one of their allies in the ghost zone, had explained to the young trio that portals between the two realms can naturally open up and close. That, along with how the ghost zone is constantly shifting and cellphone service isn’t exactly the best in there, made the idea that Danny could simply be in the ghost zone and likely heading towards one of the lairs of their allies to find his way back not too hard to believe.

Still, the fact that he’s been gone since last night was worrying. Thus, Sam and Tucker showed up at the house the next morning after Maddie and Jack left saying they were going to the ghost zone. Jazz tried to convince them to wait a little longer since he could show up at any moment or at least let her go, but after another thirty minutes, there was no more stalling them.

Once the ship went through, Jazz closed the portal and frowned.”Please just be a little lost.” She murmured hopefully.

~~~~~(Back With The Chain)~~~~~

When the sun climbed higher into the sky after breakfast, so did the anticipation for what might happen to Danny. Nothing yet, though. Still, Hyrule didn’t want to assume that he’d be completely alright. Not when he ate something that no one, not even Danny himself had any clue about how it would affect him an hour or two ago. Hyrule had practically given him a mini lecture about letting him know if he started showing any symptoms of anything.

He knew from personal experience how badly eating something completely new could go, and Twilight having that one incident with eating too much magic in one meal combined with the fact that pretty much everyone in the group was stubborn to admit when they’re hurt or sick made Hyrule really worried. The sun was getting pretty close to its peak, and by now, the forest was awake. Animals chittered and chirped away as they left their nests and burrows to start their day.

Danny politely assured him that he would tell him if he started to feel sick and thanked him for his worry, but if the traveler was being honest, Danny was being more confident about this than he was. Hyrule was split between feeling like he was going to be as alright as he claimed since he’d actually handled everything that’s occurred in the last 24 hours better than most people probably would and had shown himself capable of handling his own wounds, and being a bit doubtful because of some certain eight heroes being so stubborn in the past.

Even making their health worse a few times.

The rest of the morning was slow and calm compared to yesterday’s events. Perhaps as a chance for everyone to calm down, including Danny. There probably wasn’t a single person there who didn’t notice how he’d grown a little nervous when Wind asked what his world was like. Like he didn’t want to answer it. Then he got distracted by simply glancing at the stars. The way he looked at it with pure admiration and wonder almost tricked them into thinking that it was his first time seeing them.

It would’ve been an extremely concerning piece of information about their temporary member, because like the rest of the group, Hyrule jumped to the conclusion that this being his first time seeing the night sky would mean he’s been kept inside his whole life. Possibly even locked down, held against his own will, but Danny sheepishly explained that because of the amount of lights used for the many roads in his village, it wasn’t the easiest to see the stars at night the way he was seeing them now.

Hearing that was a relief to all of them, and seeing how it helped him relax, they let him return to his stargazing and enjoy the moment before it was ruined for him. He was practically in a trance well past everyone had went to sleep.

Now, Danny seemed to be finally waking up as he wrote down probably everything that Warriors, Legend, Twilight, and Wind were telling him about the most common monsters in a “spiral” notebook. It was hard to tell since his alphabet was completely different. The heroes kindly gave him his personal space, but Wind still sat to his left while Twilight was on his right. Warriors and Legend both remained in their spots on a boulder as they chimed in at random points. Hyrule was watching with Time and Four.

As planned earlier, Sky and Wild had left for Skyloft an hour ago. Danny hardly seemed surprised by their method of traveling, only joking about how they must not get altitude sickness.

“And this is a keese. They’re not very dangerous, but they bite and are very annoying.” Wind said, showing Danny a drawing of the monster in question in the dirt. Danny looked at it slightly puzzled, probably because of its appearance.“Fire keese can set you on fire, though. They’re easy to spot, they’re on fire themselves.” Wind added.

“So they decide to make me suffer with them? Rude.” Danny said half jokingly. Wind smiled and nodded as the human who looked to be only a few years older than him started writing again.

“Very rude.” He agreed.

“There are also ice ones.” Twilight said. Danny nodded in acknowledgment as he wrote.

When he was done, Wind decided to ask the question Hyrule himself would like to know the answer to.”So if you don’t have monsters, you just have animals?” He asked.

That seemed to be better than his first question about Danny’s world since all he did was nod again.“Yeah. We don’t have Keese, we have bats.” He replied. He looked up from his paper expectantly, but Wind and Twilight seemed to be wondering the same thing.

Bats?

”There are tons of different species, and most are insectivores, but there are some bats that eat fruits. There’s one called the vampire bat that drinks blood, but mostly from sheep and cows. Their bodies are also pretty tiny, anyways, so I doubt they pose any threat when feeding. Sometimes I wonder if they even notice the little guys on them. They kind of look like that drawing, but I don’t have any pictures to show you.” Danny explained. He flipped his notebook over onto a new page.”A lot of them look kind of like this.” He said as he started to draw.

Wind and Twilight both leaned in a little to try to get a good look at the drawing, but didn’t try to get up and move closer. Legend almost stood up, presumably to get closer, but changed his mind quickly and sat back down. Hyrule felt himself lean forward as well, just as curious as the others. After a few minutes, Danny put the pencil down on his lap and held it out to show both heroes on either side of him first.

“It looks like it has the head of a puppy.” Wind pointed out.

Danny nodded.“Some do. That’s why they’re nicknamed “sky puppies” by several animal lovers. Except the biggest one, which I think lives in the Philippines.” He turned the book to show it to Twilight.”They’re nicknamed “flying foxes” because of their face, size, and the orange fur on their bodies. They’re fruit bats, by the way.” Danny said, turning the book to then show the rest of the group.

The drawing looked a lot like a Keese, but as Wind had mentioned, it looked like it had a puppy’s face. The wings also looked bigger, maybe a little too big for its body. A drawing mistake maybe? Or maybe it wasn’t a mistake and that was the actual wing size. Who was the traveler to decide when he’s never been in Danny’s world?

Although, if he really didn’t have monsters in his world, none at all, then he might be completely new to the concept of having to kill something to defend himself. He might not have gone on some adventure like the rest of them, not one where the world was at stake and left every member there with scars. Both physical and ones that no one really likes to talk about.

The traveler looked down at the ground while the rest of the world carried on without him. Hyrule didn’t think what he went through was anything bad compared to the others, but now he was worried that Danny might return to his world with bad memories.

The traveler didn’t want that. He wanted this young stranger to return home, safe and sound, with no regrets or memories that would infect his dreams. To maybe one day be able to tell his loved ones about his experience with a smile on his face and excitement and fondness in his voice. There was no doubt about it. Just like Sky said, they were going to protect him, but they were still going to teach him how to at least use a sword as a precaution once his injury is better. Speaking of his injury...

“Hey, Danny? How’s that injury doing?” Hyrule asked, looking up from the ground and smiling.

Danny perked up and looked as if the traveler had accidentally woken him up or snapped him out of a trance, ceasing his repeated pencil tapping instantly.”Oh, it’s healing well, thanks. Should be completely healed by the day after tomorrow.” He replied. Hyrule’s eyes widened a little. He’d seen the injury, and he’d seen Danny stitch it up and wrap bandages around it. A cut like that would take a lot longer than that to heal without any sort of magic to help speed up the process!

“That fast?” He asked, keeping most of his surprised out of his voice. Danny looked at him weird, as if it was common sense, then his expression shifted. He must’ve not realized wounds don’t typically heal that fast until now. Then again, maybe wounds do heal that fast where he’s from.

“I.. guess?” Danny said.

“Do all humans heal fast?” Wind asked. He glanced between Danny and Twilight.

“I’m not sure if it’s considered fast, but a wound like this should take anywhere between 3 to 18 days to heal, so I’d consider myself pretty lucky.” Danny said.

That was a slightly surprising bit of information, but it wasn’t too different from how hylian wounds heal.“Oh, then that’s good to hear.” Hyrule said. Danny nodded, probably agreeing that it’s a good thing, and covered his mouth with a hand when he yawned. He looked back down at his notebook and flipped it back over. He picked up the pencil with his right hand and started shaking it and tapping it against his middle finger again. He looked down at the notebook and used his left hand to hold the side of his head, waiting for the next monster to be described to him.

Warriors decided to take the lead for this one.”Another really common one is the Deku Baba. It’s a carnivorous plant that’s as tall as Time and a head that’s pretty much just one big mouth. The ones in my world are poisonous, and the best way to defeat them is to stun them with your shield and then slice their stem in half.” He explained. Danny wrote everything down.

After that, he moved his hand to press it against his forehead. He started to lean on himself and closed his eyes.“Uh, what else is there? Are those all the most common?” He asked. It was a little hard to tell if he was actually going to be paying attention or not. Was this the magic causing something? Or was Hyrule already looking too far into things?

“Your face is turning a little white there. Are you okay?” Four asked. Okay, so Hyrule wasn’t the only one who thought that.

Danny opened his eyes again and brought his head back up. He looked at Four.”Come again?” He asked.

~~~~~(In The Sky)~~~~~

Sky smiled feeling Sun’s arms wrap around him and returned the gesture practically on instinct. Her yellow hair, which smelled of sunflowers and felt like a smooth, thin veil when he pressed his head against her’s, stood out against the blue sky and endless sea of clouds behind Sun. He felt her head rest sideways on his shoulder. She was trying to enjoy every second of their last hug for a while, just like he was.

“Come back safe again.” She said softly. Sky nodded.

“That’s the plan.” He joked.

“If you two are done being lovey dovey, I’m ready to interrupt and give my “see you later”s too.” Groose chimed in.

The mood immediately lifted from something soft and bittersweet to a feeling more lively. It could be described as the moment suddenly becoming less of a potential farewell before Sky went into what could potentially end his life if he wasn’t careful, and more like he was actually about to go somewhere less dangerous and just really far away. Sky almost laughed a little at it and regrettably ended the hug.”Yeah, you can say your-- Wait, what did you say?” He asked.

Groose clearly held back his laughter, probably caused by the way that Sky’s face flushed with embarrassment when he finally processed what the tall redhead said. To make it worse, Wild snickered from the edge of the wooden platform extending a short distance off the island.

Well, Sky wasn’t amused one bit.

“We weren’t being lovey dovey.” Sky said annoyed.

“We weren’t?” Sun asked with a feign innocence. Sky whipped his head towards her so fast that he thought for a second he’d accidentally snap it. Wild cackled at this, and Groose’s shoulders shook with muffled laughter, as well as Sun’s.

“I’m just joking.” Groose said, letting a small laugh escape his grasp when he started speaking. He stepped forward and pulled Sky into a hug. Sky was lifted off the ground a little, but that wasn’t the point right now from his perspective.”In all seriousness, I agree with Zelda. Please come home in one piece, and without new scars. As cool as they look, getting them isn’t fun.” Groose said.

Sky let out a dramatic, angry groan and hugged back. He wasn’t acting upset about the hug. It was the teasing, and he was happy everyone knew that. Groose hasn’t always been the best with social cues and hints.”I don’t want scars either.” Sky said. He was promptly put down and almost stumbled getting his footing back. He felt a hand pat his shoulder.

“It’s a deal, then.” Groose said.

Sky nodded and smiled as he started walking towards the wooden platform where Wild was. He felt almost refreshed and was now a little more determined to finish this journey.”Alright. See you two later!” Sky called out. Instead of doing some cool jump, Sky walked straight off the platform and knew that Wild had followed close behind. Sky grabbed Wild’s arms and brought him closer so he could grab onto his back, then brought his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud, sharp whistle.

Flynn let out a loud squawk before he came up from beneath them both. With practiced ease, Sky held onto his loftwing, careful not to pull his crimson feathers. Wild swayed a little, but remained on the large bird, which was a big improvement from last time. The wind grew louder and blew past them stronger as Flynn flew towards the opening in the clouds.

As they approached the opening, Flynn dove down closer towards the clouds below. Sky slowly, but confidently stood up and held a hand out for Wild. The less experienced hero gratefully accepted and stood up, but was even slower and shook a little with unease. Sky smiled and waited for him to be upright.

“Ready?!” Sky yelled over the wind.

Wild gave him a slightly nervous, but very determined and excited smile.“Ready!” He said with a nod.

When they were almost right above it, they both jumped and reached for their cloths. Sky looked up at the opening as he fell through, the circle quickly growing smaller as he fell.”I’ll see you soon, Flynn!!!” He yelled to his bird. The responding squawk was just loud enough for Sky to hear.

“How sweet.” Wild said teasingly.

Sky rolled his eyes and gripped the corners of his sailscloth, which he used as his cape.”Oh, shut up.” He said. He and Wild both looked down at the ground and waited until they were a little closer to the ground to raise their items above their heads.

The sailscloth and glider carried them calmly towards the camp. Both let go and let themselves fall the rest of the way when they were close enough, rolling as soon as they touched the ground in order to lessen the impact. They stood up and walked towards the camp.

“We’re back!” Sky announced. When they got close enough, the two quickly noticed something was up. The temporary member was sitting against a tree in the shade, with his bag kept close to his chest as if he was holding it protectively while his head rested sideways on it. Hyrule was leaning on the same tree, but on a different side, and occasionally glanced at Danny with worry.“Is everything okay?” Sky asked.

Time turned to them.”Most of us think so. Hyrule, probably not as much.” He replied. Sky and Wild noticed Warriors and Twilight were sparring a few paces away from the camp, and Legend was watching them with Four. Wind was sitting next to Time, doodling in the dirt in boredom, and Epona was laying down nearby.

“Danny started showing symptoms about an hour ago. He swallowed something that he said should help him and moved to sit in the shade. I honestly think he fell asleep.” Wind explained.

Now that they knew what was going on, both felt more at ease with the situation. Wild took a double look at the slate to make sure that he had all the food they’d gotten from Skyloft.”So I’m guessing we’re waiting until he’s better to look for the portal? I vote for it, traveling while sick is never fun.” Sky said.

“When have we not stopped when a member was sick?” Time asked. Wild walked over to the now extinguished campfire and relit it to start on lunch. Funny enough, a small growl was heard from Wind’s stomach. The poor sailor’s face grew a little bit red in embarrassment.

“Fair point.” Sky said. He walked over to where Danny was sitting. Hyrule perked up a little seeing him come over and put a finger up to his lips. Sky shook his head and knelt in front of the dark haired human. Under the shade, it might look like it blended in from a distance, but since it was darker than the shadow cast onto him, it stood out up close. His face was also a little pale, but other than that, he seemed alright. Hopefully whatever medication he had for himself will work.

Despite the traveler’s disapproving look, Sky reached out and lightly tapped his shoulder.”Hey.” He whispered. To his relief, it was enough to wake him up. Unfortunately, his face wasn’t the first thing the young human saw and when he registered his hand on his shoulder, he smacked it off. Sky quickly retracted his hand and Danny looked up at him as his bag fell off his lap and landed sideways from the movement.

Danny squinted his eyes at him for a second before his eyes widened a little and he seemed to recognize him.”Oh, I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“It’s fine. How are you feeling?” Sky asked.

Danny made a noise and shrugged, grabbing his bag again.“Not the best, but definitely not the worst. What about you?” He asked. He put the bag back in his lap and rested both arms on it. He seemed ready to go back to sleep, a feeling Sky was very familiar with. And he totally wasn’t jealous that Danny got to nap and he didn’t. What are you talking about?

“Good. We grabbed some food that doesn’t have as much magic in them.” Sky said. Danny gave them a thumbs up and a small smile.

“Thank you for letting me know.” He said, sounding more tired than grateful, but the gold light that glimmered ever so slightly above his head told Sky otherwise.

The hero smiled.”No problem.” He said. He then stood up to go to Wild and see if he wanted any help.

~~~~~(Slight POV Change, Because No One Likes Not Being Given A Warning)~~~~~

Over with Warriors and Twilight, Twilight had managed to throw Warriors over his shoulder and held his sword next to his opponent’s head. It obviously wasn’t a real threat, but it was also obvious that Twilight won. Warriors looked up at him and let out a tired breath. Twilight’s stoic expression, which was honestly sometimes scary on the kind ranch hand’s face, lightened up into a smile. He put his sword away and walked around the captain. As Warriors sat up, Twilight held out a hand.

At the same time, a smug Four accepted a blue rupee from Legend, who looked less than pleased.

The two silently parted ways, with Twilight walking over to join Time and Wind and Warriors going to sit with Four and Legend.

“Seriously? You lost me a blue rupee.” Legend complained.

“And I lost a sparring match.” Warriors said.

With Time and Wind, Twilight was met with positivity more than negativity.”Nice.” Wind commented.

“Thanks.” Twilight said with a nod. He walked past both of them and sat down next to Epona. When he came closer, Epona perked up and watched him, but she wasn’t on alert. She was happy. When he sat down, Epona seized her opportunity and shifted her position to lay her head down on his lap.

Twilight raised his arms up in surprise when he notice her begin to move. He kept his arms up, palms facing down, and once Epona had her head resting in his lap, she took a deep breath before closing her eyes to relax. The ranch hand’s eyes widened slightly and his mouth was agape.

Twilight was shooketh.

Epona’s head was a little heavy on his legs, but it wasn’t a kind of heavy pressure that was uncomfortable. This one was soothing. It was always more comforting and tolerable when it wasn’t an object leaning on Twilight, but a person or animal. He often felt like he could just shout in pure happiness when an animal chose to use him of all choices as a pillow or place to rest on for their nap, as odd as it may be. And right now, a moment that didn’t happen as often as one would think, especially in a situation like this adventure, he thought he was going to explode.

Twilight practically forgot about the rest of the world as he slowly lowered his arms and used one hand to gently pet her. He only remembered to close his mouth when he smiled.

~~~~~(Slight POV Change + A Short While Later)~~~~~

Wild finally finished with lunch, egg tarts for everyone, and only had to stand up straight for it to be silently announced to all. He took his plate first and walked away from the food before it could be practically swarmed. Wind was second to get his food, followed by Four, Legend, Warriors, and Hyrule, who grabbed the extra one made for Danny. Finally, Time stood from his seat after he knew everyone got their food, and the only one aside from him who didn’t was going to be a while.

“I don’t think Twilight’s going to join us for a minute.” Time said. He pointed behind himself with his thumb, and the rest of the group turned to look past him.

Twilight looked up from where he was seated on the ground with Epona’s head resting on his legs. One of his hands had been petting her, but he stopped when he looked up.

”Huh??”

Some of the members couldn’t help but laugh a little at how he’d been so focused on Epona that he probably didn’t even notice that lunch was done.

“That’s sweet.” Hyrule said.

Wind looked up at Wild.”Can we document this?” He laughed. Wild wordlessly pulled out his slate and held it up, but instead of saying no or hiding his face in embarrassment, Twilight smiled for it and even gave a thumbs up.

Everyone was unanimously quiet for the click that signaled that the moment had been captured, then continued laughing.“Does it look good?” Twilight asked. The fact that he was going along with everything and even posed for the picture made the whole thing even better. Wild nodded and was soon crowded slightly by Wind and Legend. He didn’t mind much, though, and happily showed them the picture.

“Oh, yeah. It’s a good picture.” Legend said.

The grand finally came soon after everyone’s laughter had died down. Twilight seemed alright waiting a while before getting up so Epona could enjoy her nap. The camp was relatively calm with a hint of new liveliness in the atmosphere, when it was interrupted by a stomach growl coming from Twilight. Epona woke up when she heard it and began to sit up.

“No, wait!” Twilight muttered. His voice had sounded so small and defeated that Wind almost choked on the piece of egg tart in his mouth. Four, Wild, and Legend tried to stifle their laughter. Wind managed to swallow it before laughing again. Twilight’s heartbroken expression made Hyrule feel a little bad for wanting to laugh, but Wild just patted his shoulder and handed him a small plate. Twilight accepted it.”Thanks, cub. The world can be a cruel place.” He said.

“And you guys call me dramatic.” Warriors commented.

Only a few steps away from the camp, Hyrule knelt in front of Danny. Now that he was close up, he realized that he didn’t look as pale as before. In fact, he looked a lot better! Hyrule smiled a little. Having seen how Sky handled it earlier and how it turned out, he decided he’d try just talking first.“Danny.” He said.”Hey, Danny. Hey.”

Surprisingly, and thankfully, that’s all it took before he started to stir. Hyrule smiled a bit as the human opening his eyes.”Hey, Wild made lunch. It doesn’t have any magic this time. I hope you’re hungry.” He said.

Danny stared at him pretty blankly for a moment, but that hardly mattered. He was most likely still waking up and was just taking a moment to process what Hyrule had just said and decide on an answer. After a moment, he nodded.”Yeah, I could eat. Thank you.” He said. Danny stretched his arms up and rubbed his eyes.

“Alright.” Hyrule said. He set the plate down next to Danny, then stood up and took a seat leaning against the same tree, but on the right side. Well, right if you count Danny as straight ahead and use the tree as the center. Danny yawned and briefly covered his mouth with his hand, then looked down at the plate of food and picked it up with the fork.

“Never had it b’fore, actually.” He said. Hyrule glanced at him. From what he was told, egg tart was a pretty common dish in most... well, Hyrules. Then again, maybe he didn’t live there, like Twilight and Wind.

After another moment, everyone just enjoying their meal, Danny spoke up again.”How long was I asleep for?” He asked.

“Not too long. Probably an hour, and then another thirty to forty minutes after Sky woke you up.” Hyrule replied. Danny hummed in acknowledgment.

“...Which one is Wild again? The one wearing blue and that short, grey-ish cloak?” Danny asked.

“Yeah, that’s him.” Hyrule replied, taking another bite.

A few seconds later, Danny spoke again.”This is great. Thank you.” He said. After that, the camp finally dipped back into silence. Well, as silent as it could be in the middle of a forest.

Once everyone was done, the group returned to their own thing and Wind approached Danny.”You’re looking a lot better. Do you feel anything?” He asked. Danny smiled a little.

“Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better. Thanks for asking.” He said.

“That’s good to hear.” Twilight commented.

Danny turned around, probably to say thanks or something, but stopped when his eyes fell on Epona.“Is that a horse?” He asked.

Twilight nodded and almost laughed. Danny’s reaction was pretty similar to Wind’s and Sky’s reactions. Danny realized he asked a stupid question and his face turned a tiny bit red.”Yeah, Epona’s a horse. Is this your first time seeing one?” Twilight asked. Everyone was less awkward about the question knowing how insane other worlds could be.

Danny lifted a hand, palm facing the ground, and shook it side to side.”Sort of? I’ve seen them in pictures and such, but not in person. That’s probably the fourth most ridiculous thing I’ve ever asked.” He replied.

“Don’t feel bad. Wind and Sky never saw a horse until we met, so we don’t think it’s weird.” Legend said, hoping it would help. Danny jumped a little, probably having not noticed him until now, but took his word for it and nodded.

(“You guys put together two protests in one night?”)

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hotcheetohatredwastaken · 3 months

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Febuwhump 2024 Day 1 — Helplessness

Time wished he’d listened to his gut.

A portal had dropped them off in Hyrule’s Hyrule that afternoon. It was a blighted land—wilted grass and trees, a dark sky, riverbeds empty of both fish and water. There wasn’t any civilization nearby, at least none that Hyrule disclosed, so the rest of the boys grumbled underneath the baking heat of the sun and slapped at mosquitos—the only thing that seemed to live in this particular section of the wasteland that was Hyrule—as Hyrule led them on towards “somewhere they could find some shelter until they figured out where they were going.” Time looked over them all, counting heads: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, himself making nine.

It had been a hard day—a hard week. Running from hordes too large and too dangerous to fight, little injuries and little arguments that piled on and on until all of the boys seemed like they’d shatter underneath them. Wild and Twilight walked apart, some spat about dinner the night before driving them away from one another. Legend hung at the back of the group, brooding over something Hyrule had said when they’d been first dropped into this world. Four seemed lost inside his head, so much so that Time had to occasionally prod at his back to keep him from going off of the trail or falling behind. Each time he just mumbled, swiped at his eyes, and corrected his course until he went off it once again. Sky’s near-permanent smile was absent from his face, and his expression was twisted into a tight frown. Even Wind and Warrior were silent, their usual banter absent from the air that seemed to drone and drone in a high-pitched whine. They'd all had a fight earlier that day, one that Time had stepped out just in time to miss, but it left the atmosphere tense and bitter.

As they walked, they were given a reprieve from the sun by dark clouds that rolled in from the south. Some of them seemed relieved; others, Legend particularly, flinched at the first frigid raindrops and the rumble of thunder in the distance. Time noted it.

“We’re close,” Hyrule promised. “Just a few more minutes out, and we can all take it easy for the night.”

“Where are we going, anyways?” Legend snapped from the back of the group. “We’ve been walking forever, and there’s still not a building in sight. Gonna park us under a tree or something? Got nothing better out here?”

“No, no.” Hyrule let out a little strained chuckle, like he was trying to play it off like a joke, but it was clear that the jab had cut him deeply. Time shot a disapproving glare at Legend, but he just rolled his eyes and looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s a cave ahead we can stay in while we wait for the storm to pass.”

“Cave?” some of the travelers sounded dubious.

“Yeah, just a cave, not some dungeon. I’ve stayed there many times—it’s perfectly safe, unless we run into some rogue Keese.”

Even that sounded like too much to deal with. But the rest of the boys’ protests petered off under the strengthening rain, and they trudged in miserable silence, scarves and sailcloths and cloaks held over their heads, until they reached the cave—a dark opening in a cliffside. As predicted, a few keese flew out to confront them, hissing and flapping their wings so loudly there seemed to be millions of them instead of just a few in an enclosed area. The boys dealt with them, then ducked into the dry cavern, complaining of aching joints and wet clothes as they started a fire and set down their equipment.

It was a convenient cave. Almost too convenient.

“When were you here, Hyrule?” Time asked, standing in the mouth of the cave as he did another headcount. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Good. “You know this place well?”

“Oh, just here and there,” Hyrule answered, looking up from setting out his bedroll. Time couldn’t help but notice that he and Legend had set up on opposite sides of the cave, as had Twilight and Wild, as had Warrior and Wind. Time would have to talk to each pair. But tomorrow. “It’s perfectly safe. There’s even an air draft up that a way, so if something did happen to block the opening, we can all still get out.”

If only that had been true.

That night, they all settled down to sleep, and it was peaceful for the first time in days. Unnaturally so. Time took first watch, and he sat facing the opening of the cave as his boys snored. Some of them, at least. Legend’s eyes shone from the opposite side of the cavern, and he seemed to get smaller with each concurrent flash of lighting, followed by an earth shattering peal of thunder. It was getting rough out there.

With the next rumble of thunder, Time stood and crossed to Legend’s side of the cave. The boy didn’t look up at him, so Time didn’t say anything as he lowered himself down next to him with a groan. Wind or Wild or Hyrule he could’ve broken with a simple “are you all right?” Sky or Warrior or Twilight or Four would’ve cracked under whatever horrible pun he managed to come up with in the moment. But this was Legend, so Time sat, and he waited for him to be the first to speak.

“They’re all just a bunch of kids, you know?” Legend mumbled into his knees at last.

“I know,” Time answered, because there was nothing else to say. They were, to Hylian standards, all still children.

“And I know that, and I still get surprised when they act like it. Wild was picking at Hyrule for not knowing how to read, and Wind joined in, and I just lost it on them. If you want to know what happened earlier,” Legend offered up. “Pissed Twilight off for yelling at his kid, and Warrior scolded the rest, and now everybody is mad at each other, apparently.” He buried his face into his knees, hugging his arms around his shins. “How do you do it? I just seem to treat them like they’re fully functioning human beings when they’re just little shits.”

“It’s an art.” Time said, “Doubt I would have found that balance without Malon. You know you aren’t much older than them yourself, you don’t have to be a leader.”

Legend looked like he was going to scoff and launch into some tirade about responsibility and the number of his quests, but a peal of thunder that seemed to shake the whole world cut him off. Instead he chuckled drily, dragging a hand up through his bangs. “Yeah, I guess… I just... this world and all... I'm supposed to be the hero before Hyrule... but..;”

The thunder was still rumbling, growing louder and louder, shaking the walls and the very air itself. Time and Legend looked at one another with wide eyes, realizing what was happening at the same time—an earthquake.

“Boys, get up!” Time shot to his feet, clapping his hands. Heads raised blearily, some of the travelers reached for their weapons. “We’ve gotta get out of—”

The ceiling exploded. Rocks fell down onto their fire, dust clouded the air, and everything was cast into darkness.

Screams followed Time into the darkness.

When he woke up sometime later, it was quiet, so quiet.

It was dark. For a moment, Time couldn’t tell if he’d opened his eye or not, met with such an inky blackness as he was. He blinked a few times, then, groaning, tried to raise a hand to wipe at his eyes. He couldn’t—it was stuck firmly at his side, weighed down by something pressing against his back.

Time furrowed his brow, closing his eye to think. His thoughts felt sluggish, dragging through molasses to reach him. There had been… a cave in? The boys had been situated towards the center of the cavern, sleeping soundly through even the largest peals of thunder outside. They hadn’t even been able to stand before the ceiling caved in. Legend… Legend had been just to his right, hadn’t he?

Time tried to draw a breath to call out to him, but something in his chest caught painfully, and he choked. He tried to move, but found that he couldn’t—his left side seemed to be pinned down to the floor of the cavern, and he realized then that he could feel nothing, nothing at all, on that side of his body. Not pain, not cold, not even pins and needles. The absence of half of his body unnerved him. He still had feeling in his right arm, though, and he could move it. Gasping shallowly for air, he grasped blindly with it, feeling around his surroundings blindly. Rock below him, rock to his left—had he been hit by a falling boulder? He’d still been wearing his armor, when the cave-in occurred. Had his armor protected him, and he was merely pinned? Or had the weight turned the metal of it into a weapon against him, which was why he couldn’t feel his own body? Finally, his fingers hit the soft texture fabric.

“Legend?” Time managed to draw enough breath to wheeze. There was no response. He gripped onto the fabric and pulled. “Legend!”

A hacking cough—the most blessed sound Time thought he’d ever heard—filled the air, and then that fabric pulled out of his grasp.

“Time?” Legend’s voice asked. “Time, where are you? What happened?”

“Down here.” Time shifted with a breathless groan, testing how trapped he was. Little bits of debris spilled down onto his head, clattering against the stone floor. He stopped moving before he brought whatever was holding up the rest of the cave. “I’m a bit… indisposed, at the moment.”

Legend gave a little inhale. It seemed so loud in the small place they were trapped in. “Is everyone else okay?”

Time… didn’t know. He went back in his mind to where everyone had been positioned, before the ceiling fell. Wild and Wind had been on the far side of the cave, sulking after their respective scoldings, apparently. Hyrule had been curled up near the back of the cave, his back turned to the fire. Twilight and Warrior and Sky each had been around the fire, dealing with their armor and swords. Four… he didn’t remember where Four had been. Why couldn’t he remember where Four had been.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine with himself sitting with Legend on the near side of the cave. Now reduced to two.

“GUYS!” Legend called. The sound reverberated around the tiny space they were in, making Time’s ears ring. “GUYS! Rulie? Warrior! Can anyone hear us? Are you guys okay?”

In the wake of his shout, stifling silence fell. No one called back.

“They… maybe they… got out,” Time managed to gasp out, though he didn’t believe it. It was getting harder to breath, and his side was starting to hurt now, with pins and needles so fierce that they made his teeth chatter. “Do you… do you have… have anything? A light… or… or something.”

“No, no, I don’t.” Legend sounded so small. “It was all on the other side of the cave, with the rest of my stuff. D-do you?”

“Same… same situation here… I’m afraid.” Time swallowed with difficulty. “I think… I think we’re going… going to have to wait for rescue.” The sentence left him completely out of breath, and he struggled to regain it. His own breathing seemed so loud in the small area they were trapped in.

“No, no no no no.” Time heard Legend’s breath speed up as he started to hyperventilate. “We can’t be trapped here, there must be something we can do, we have to make sure that the others are okay, if we just…”

He heard fabric shift as Legend stood, then a curse as he apparently hit the ceiling of their stone prison. Time just focused on nothing other than breathing. He could feel some sort of metallic liquid pooling in the back of his throat, and he determinedly swallowed it back down without giving it another thought.

“What if the others aren’t okay? What if they’re trapped too. What if some of them were killed? Time, we’ve gotta get out of here.” Legend paced and paced around their stone prison, growing more and more frantic. But eventually, he ran out of energy, and he collapsed back down to his starting position by Time’s head. “Are you okay? I-I can't see you.”

“I’m fine, don’t—” a wet cough interrupted him, and his mouth suddenly tasted coppery. He spat out the taste. “Don’t worry about me,” Time finished vaguely. It was a lie, they both knew it. “Just… just pinned.”

“O–okay. Time, I don’t know what to do. There has to be something that we can do, isn’t there?”

Time didn’t answer, and they didn’t speak to one another again. The silence was deafening, the air thin, the darkness all-consuming. Time was suddenly overcome with a feeling of helplessness to help his boys he knew must also be trapped. So he laid his head down, listening for any sign of life, and he prayed they were all right.

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fightertown-usa · 2 years

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as it was (iii) ( bradley bradshaw "rooster" x reader )

( gif not mine )

bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!reader

synopsis: in which things just aren’t the same, and it takes a life threatening accident to make rooster come to his senses and true feelings; this is taking so long i apologize hopefully this’ll be the last part

warnings: angst/fluff

note: slay moment bc i finally finished

part one part two

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thank god maverick finally gave you all a break. and at the beach, fuck yeah. all the tension between you and rooster had really started to strain you, and hangman and rooster’s arguing wasn’t helping either. you, winter, and hangman were all on the same team along with fanboy, coyote, and a few others, while the rest were pitted against y’all. in nothing but some hot pink biker shorts and a neon yellow sports bra, you were glad you’d decided to be bold because you were blinding some of your opponents. she do be glowin tho! the game was definitely on, to say the least, as you and hangman soon began competing for “who can score the most points,” on your team. needless to say, as much as he tried to hide it, jealousy kept creeping in on rooster, wishing it was him you were competing with, and laughing with.

but was rooster really gonna let bagman steal his girl? hell no. so, he’d just have to get your attention, no matter how stupid. besides, you couldn’t deny how hot his little victory dance was after he scored. when mav got taken down, you took it as an opportunity to start running past the enemy team, before someone pushed you lightly, causing you to stumble, ball slipping from your hands as you went down. you looked up to see rooster reaching down to grab the ball, so you lunged to grab his ankle, causing him to also fall down, face first into the sand, his sunglasses flying off his face landing at an arms length away from you. the both of you broke out laughing, as both of you were covered in sand. you quickly grabbed his sunglasses, placing them on top of your head so no one would step on them. rooster got up before her, not commenting on the fact that his sunglasses were perched on top of his head. the game had shifted away from them, as the cheers of their friends slowly faded as he reached out a hand to help her get up. she accepted his help, as a wave of butterflies that she hadn’t felt in a long time filled her stomach, the same butterflies she used to get whenever she flew with him. he looked so pretty, just standing there, the sun behind him, and sand dotting his face. she reached to brush some off, electricity sparking between them.

“i’m sorry,” rooster whispers, a small frown forming on his face, as he sadly watched her. “i’m sorry i fucked up our friendship so much,” he continued, and y/n’s eyes dilated and softened as she watched him. “it’s okay, rooster, i missed being your friend,” she said, sadness pricking her voice as she said friend. “i missed you too dash,” he said softly, as he gave her hand a squeeze. he had so much more to say, but he knew she didn’t need him like he needed her. and he knew still that there were others who needed her skills more than he desired and craved her staying with him. he wanted her so badly, to know what it was like to care for her, to feel her affection, to simply be with her on a more intimate level. but there was no way she felt the same, and no way she would ever chose him over a lifetime of accomplishments. if only he knew.

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“winter i need eyes on the target, maverick’s closing in,” hangman spoke urgently, as he and dasher both flew towards the practice target. “i’m trying! shit, i can’t get a good lock,” she cursed, as she tried to lock in on the practice target. “going in blind,” hangman commented, as you both immediately began to pull up as soon as he fired the missile. “miss!” you called out, hearing a string of curses from hangman in return. “mav’s on our tail dasher,” winter called out, as the pressure began building up on the two of you. your eyes began to blur as you continued. “holy shit,” you cursed, as you struggled to keep your vision straight. as soon as the two of you were out of the climb, a blaring alarm coursed through the plane. “shit, shit! winter what the hell is happening!” you cried out, as you heard winter clicking away from behind you. “shit, right engine’s overheated somehow,” she replied, panic in her voice. hangman called out something, but you were too busy as you began to extinguish the right engine, but it was no use, and soon the engine gave out. “shit, shit!” you cried out, panicked as you ignored mav and hangman calling out to eject. “dasher, we gotta eject,” winter cried out, but you refused, still trying to steer your jet. “dasher, eject, now!” you heard winter scream, as she ejected.

for the first time in your life, you froze as you heard the top of the jet pop off, as winter flew up into the sky. time froze as you continued to descend, but unlike you had expected, your life wasn’t flashing before your eyes, as your hands moved to the eject button. the world around you was quiet, as you continued to descend, your body still not moving to press the button, but finally, something snapped inside of you, as you ejected, and went flying up into the sky. the crash of the plane caused a huge explosion, and due to being so close to it, you were catapulted back, as your parachute was pushed back with tremendous force, and you began to feel woozy as you continued down towards the ground, unaware that below you were numerous trees. your vision began to fade, as you blacked out on your way down.

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rooster wasn’t quite sure when he stopped breathing, but as soon as he heard you cursing from the radio, his heart stopped as he heard the panic coming from your voice as your right engine started failing. he thought he stopped breathing when he heard hangman report that he saw winter eject, but you still hadn’t. he just froze all together when he heard how close you were to almost dying in that plane, and even when phoenix called out to him, he didn’t have the capability of responding as he just sat there, unsure of your fate, and unsure if you were alive or not. the fact he hadn’t been able to tell you everything, and just how much he cared about you shook him. and if he’d even be able to tell you at all now. he stayed in the room until maverick came in, stating that the helicopter had finally brought you and winter back, and how you were being rushed to the medical wing. only then did his feet start moving, and he finally remembered to breathe, as tears fogged his vision as he began sprinting to the medical wing. he didn’t stop running until he caught sight of winter standing in the middle of the hallway, sobbing into hangman’s arms as she stood outside of what he presumed to be your room. only then did he assume the worst, as his eyes grew wide and tears threatened to spill from them. hangman noticed his presence, and he waved his hand side to side slightly, indicating that he didn’t know if you were okay or not. bradley wanted to break down right then and there as tears spilled from his eyes, uncaring if hangman saw him crying there or not. he took a seat in a chair near your room, as he awaited the doctors to come out and give him a verdict. he didn’t notice when the rest of your shared friends came around to wait with him, and he didn’t notice when hangman squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

he only perked his head up when the doctors came out of your room, assuring the group that you were stable and didn’t sustain any injuries besides a few scratches from the tree you fell into, and that you just fell unconscious due to the force of the explosion. the doctor also mentioned that you had awoken, and said to only go in a few at a time due to the fact you had just woken up.

so, bradley waited. he waited til everyone else had gone in to see you, and waited till he was the last one there, as winter told him you were asking for him.

he slowly opened the door to your room, easing the door open slowly. as he pushed open the door, he saw u propped up in the hospital bed, adorned in a gown, hair down, and a smile graced your face once you saw him enter. he offered you a smile, as he walked over, and sat down next to your bed. “hey rooster,” you said softly, and he wanted to cry at hearing your voice again. “hey dash,” he choked out, as he went to place his hand on top of yours, desperate to feel your touch to make sure you were really there. “you gave us a real good scare there, gave me one hell of a scare,” he spoke softly, and you chuckled.

“winter wouldn’t let me hear the end of it, going on about how i need to be more aware and all that shit,” you said with a soft chuckle, and rooster smiled, shaking his head slightly. “she just cares, that’s all,” he said softly, and u nodded in agreement. a moment of silent graced to the two of you before he spoke up again. “i care too, you know,” he said, and he continued on before you could say anything. “i’ve always cared, y/n, i’ve always cared about you. cared about you so much, i pushed you away so you could go save the world, and you know, live a normal life,” he said pitifully. “i loved you so i let you go,” he added on in barely a whisper, head down, staring at the edge of your hospital bed.

“oh bradley,” you said softly, sitting up a little straighter as you light pushed his chin up with your other hand so he was facing you. you looked into his brown eyes, and saw the anticipation of hurt and rejection in them, almost breaking your heart. instead of saying anything, you just pulled him into you, and as your lips connected, it took bradley a minute before he realized that the girl of his dreams, who’d he been pining over for so long, was actually kissing him, he wrapped a hand around the base of your neck, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. everything just felt so right in that moment, and all pain and sorrow left the two of you when you both realized how much you both truly cared about each other. you finally pulled away, but not before saying, “i love you too bradley,” before he scooped you right out of that bed and out of the medical wing, and off to his room. no way in hell he was planning on letting you go tonight, that’s for sure.

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bonus!

“you’re a fucking idiot! you understand, an idiot!” you chastised bradley as soon as he got off the jet after maverick, a goofy grin on his face as he watched you angrily reprimand him. “you could have died bradley, d e a d, DEAD!” you continued, and he started laughing, unable to handle how hot you were when you were mad. so, instead of letting you continue venting, he just grabbed your face, and planted a kiss on your lips, instantly shutting you up. and who were you to argue? he’d make it up to you, eventually.

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wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm · 6 months

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Brightblooms in the Well

Linktober 2023 Day 27: Light/Sparkle/Bright As soon as the idea popped into his head, he knew he had to act upon it before Zelda stopped him. He closed the gap between himself and his princess, cupping her face with nectar-soaked hands, pulling her into a kiss. A small gasp escaped her as she realized what he’d done. Her own hands flew to her cheeks as she pulled away, her fingertips brushing the glowing handprints he’d left. “Link!”

The evening sun begins to dip below the tree line of the western woods. Fireflies flicker to life along the well-trod path up the hill between Bolson’s model homes. Fresh, small footprints remain in the dirt, pressed in from the afternoon’s drizzle. A set running in, a much fresher set running back out toward Hateno.

No smoke rose from the chimney of their cottage this evening. Her golden horse nickered at him from the stall. Link clicked his tongue, leading Spot by the reins over to his own trough and stall box. He patted both horses on the nose, offering them each half an apple. Their soft lips tickled the palms of his hands.

Though he listened for signs of activity within the house, he heard none.

Curiously, Link climbed up onto the ledge beside the window, peering inside. No fire lit in the hearth. Not even a candle beside Zelda’s desk.

He furrowed his brows, trying to make out any sign of her in the darkness. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d returned home after a day of teaching and fell asleep. He squinted, just barely ascertaining the perfectly tucked sheets still intact on their bed.

No Zelda.

He frowned, trying to recall if anyone had said anything regarding her whereabouts to him on his way back to the house after working the fields with Reeve. Nothing came to mind. Quite the opposite, even. Clavia remarked that Zelda appeared in a rush to get home when the children finally ran out of the schoolhouse doors.

He walked along the raised pathway down the side of their home. There was still one place to check before he needed to worry. He peeked his head into the small storage room in the back of the cottage. Nope. Not in there. Though, as his eyes passed over the small tomato plant beside it, he noticed only the orange and yellow fruits remained. He doubted the children picked them, as most of them claimed to hate raw tomatoes and would only eat them when cooked onto something else. Zelda, on the other hand, ate them raw like apples.

With a hop, Link descended onto the stone step and back to the ground. He hefted himself over the edge of the well, slid down the ladder, and landed with a soft thud on the wooden dock beneath.

A blonde head turned quickly, her eyes wide in surprise. Ink stained her right cheek.

“You’re back early.” Zelda observed, incorrectly.

“It’s after seven.” Link informed her.

“Is it?” Zelda quickly checked the small timepiece on her desk, a gift from Robbie. A failed version of a miniature Sheikah Slate, not useful for much of anything except to tell the time. In blue symbols, the time shone across her features. “Oh, so it is. I’m sorry. I had intended to start making supper at five.”

“S’alright.” Link assured her. After checking that the book in front of her had a different color cover than her diary, he approached. “What have you been studying?”

Zelda held up a small, greenish-blue bud. “Brightblooms. I’ve been trying to discern what makes them glow.”

Link took the bud from her hand, examining it curiously. “And what have you found?”

Zelda heaved a heavy sigh, shrugging her shoulders. “Very little, I’m afraid. I’ve discovered that it is the nectar within the flower that supplies the light. See, here, the translucent skin of the petals. But as for what exactly within the nectar causes the luminescence, I have no idea. I thought perhaps it was a similar substance to that as is within fireflies, but I’m not sure.”

While Link had passed by brightblooms dozens of times, using them frequently in his explorations of dark caves, he hadn’t thought much about the why. He smiled. Of course, Zelda, in her inexhaustible curiosity, wanted to know what made them glow.

She slid her notebook toward him. Sketches and theories dotted the pages, which she flipped through as she spoke. “Fireflies produce a yellow light from inside a closed system. I believe it also has something to do with electrical signals that the firefly produces when it’s alive. Based on my observations, only living fireflies produce light. But that may not be the case at all. I’m afraid I don’t have the heart to squish one and observe whether the glow remains. I’ve only dissected ones which I’ve found already deceased.”

Link would offer to squish one for her and record the results, but that would defeat the purpose of her good-natured hesitation. He’d just tell her he squished it by accident.

“As you can see with this bud here, it also appears to be a closed system, emanating very little light.” Zelda continued. “But when the buds are struck, or else left to bloom on their own, they produce an abundance of light, but for a shorter duration. The ones I’ve planted down here will need to be replaced when their light eventually fades. They respond to physical stimuli, such as being struck, with quickly blooming and sticking to a surface.”

Link nodded, quite happy to listen to her talk science for as long as she wished.

Zelda produced another book, flipping through the pages until she reached a small sketch of a firefly. “This author speculates that the firefly produces light by the interaction of an enzyme with a kind of sugar located within the body of the insect. This book, in general, is about enzymes and their various uses. Fascinating material; you really ought to read it. It’s a perfect interaction of biology and chemistry.”

En-zime. Or, no, enzyme, with a Y. He quickly scanned the page, which had only a handful of words he recognized and several diagrams which he couldn’t hope to interpret. Lines and triangles and letters, arranged in some order that he was sure made sense to Zelda.

“As for the brightbloom, there is no mention of it in his book, and so I’m left to grapple with the mechanism with which it produces luminescence. I don’t believe it to be electrical.” She pursed her lips, tapping her fingertips on the wooden desk. “I’ve been comparing a bloom to these buds for, well, I suppose it must be several hours now. I had intended to discover something about the nature of the glow tonight. Symin and I were going to compare notes in the morning and discuss a lesson plan on bioluminescence for the children. But, it seems, that will have to wait, and I can only hope that Symin has made more progress on the subject than I.”

Link turned the bud over in his hands, examining it closely himself. The petals were very closely tucked together, with only the faintest glow emanating from within. If he struck the bud, or threw it against the wall, it would stick and bloom brightly. That much he’d observed firsthand. But what if he-?

In a moment of pure curiosity, he smashed the bud between his palms.

Blinding light burst in a sparking display and dripped between his fingers, sticky nectar splashing him in the face.

“Link!” Zelda cried, shielding her face from the splatter, specks of light landing on her hands and sleeves. “Hylia’s wings, why did you do that?!”

He could barely make out her exasperated expression from the light that shone around his eyes, obscuring everything in the darkness of the hidden study. “I wanted to know if it was air-reactive.” He answered honestly with a shrug.

“You- Well, Professor Link, what do you think?” Zelda asked.

“I think,” Link compared the split halves of the smushed bud in his palms, each of which glowed like a tiny, dripping star. “It might be.”

Zelda stood from her desk, pushing the little wooden chair back into its place tucked underneath. “I think that’s a very astute observation.” She took a small handkerchief from her pocket, and began trying to wipe away the nectar from his face—gently at first, then more aggressively as the stubborn nectar refused to budge. “Goddess, Link. This stuff will not come off!”

He winced as she dragged the handkerchief across his cheek rather forcefully, like she was trying to wipe his skin away.

She huffed, pulling the useless, now-glowing fabric away. “I think that only smeared it. I suppose we could just wait for it to stop glowing on its own, though there’s no telling how long that will take.” She folded the handkerchief carefully, keeping the glowing nectar from touching the surface of her desk. The palms of her hands also sported droplets of light, faraway celestial bodies blinking in and out as she moved. “Perhaps it’s water-soluble.”

“You want me to jump into the pool?” Link offered, already taking a step backward toward the edge of the platform.

Zelda pursed her lips. “I suppose that would be one way to remove the nectar, though a wet rag would probably be sufficient.”

“Aw, but that’s no fun.” Link teased. If this nectar really was water-soluble, which he hoped that it was, for his own sake, then there’d be no harm in… sharing it.

As soon as the idea popped into his head, he knew he had to act upon it before Zelda stopped him. He closed the gap between himself and his princess, cupping her face with nectar-soaked hands, pulling her into a kiss.

A small gasp escaped her as she realized what he’d done. Her own hands flew to her cheeks as she pulled away, her fingertips brushing the glowing handprints he’d left. “Link!”

Link laughed, the sound echoing off the stony walls of her study. “Now we match!”

“Oh, you cad!” She scolded. Though he couldn’t tell for sure beneath the glow on her face, he thought she might be blushing. Or maybe it was rage. Something in that range. “Give me that!” Zelda snatched the remaining brightbloom bud from his hands.

“Aw, come on, Zel. I was only jok-,“ Link started, cut off by Zelda’s very firm return of the kiss. Rather than her hands resting on his face, as was her typical habit, they roamed. Down his neck, up to his ears, tangled in his hair. All the while, the drip of nectar followed.

When she finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her lips, he could only imagine the state she’d left him in. “Well, what do you know? Maybe there are some similarities to fireflies after all. You certainly look like one now.”

Link would not be outdone. “Nah, a firefly is more like-,“ He grabbed Zelda’s ass, giving a playful squeeze. “-that.”

Zelda let out a small squeak of surprise, though she made no attempt to push him away. “You’re terrible, you know that?” Despite her admonishment, she soon returned the favor, grabbing his ass in return. “Just terrible.”

Link snickered, resting his forehead against Zelda’s. “You know, I bet this stuff washes off of skin much better than it does fabric.”

Zelda raised a brow. “Probably. Why does that matter?”

Another light-filled kiss brushed against her lips, leaving a celestial glow around her mouth. “Because,” Link whispered, trailing kisses toward her ear. “I want to cover you in it. And it would be a shame to ruin your nice blouse.”

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underforeversgrace · 8 months

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the walls you hide behind (I saw the truth inside the real you) - 4

title: the walls you hide behind (I saw the truth inside the real you)

words: 1,218

Story Summary: Jazz is tired of the ghosts, tired of her parents not doing enough, tired of Phantom's recklessness and her brother's persistent exhaustion. When she yells all of her frustration at her parents after nearly getting killed by a ghost, she gets sent to Vlad's mansion in Wisconsin for the weekend - where she's offered a chance. She could have the ability to fight back, protect her brother and her town. Jazz leaps at the prospect. When she returns to Amity Park at the end of the weekend, it's with abilities and strength of her own, and she's fueled by anger and disdain. And she's got her eyes, first, on Danny Phantom.

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Danny glanced around, on high alert for the woman in purple, as he capped the Thermos, securing Youngblood inside as he floated down towards the school.

“There you are,” an augmented voice said behind him, the only warning Danny got before he was dodging an ectoblast. He wasn’t fast enough, the blast burning his upper right arm. He gritted his teeth against the pain, pressing his hand over the wound to staunch some of the bleeding ectoplasm.

“One day. Can’t you lay off for one day, Vi?” He asked, throwing a shield up around him.

She’d been here for a couple of months now, and every day it felt like she was shooting or stabbing him, blaming him for a crime she refused to explain. No one knew her name or her motives, beyond that she was trying to eradicate the ghosts that filled Amity Park. She spoke rarely and when she did, it was short and to the point. It was almost more unnerving that way, if Danny was being honest. The silence was such a deviation from his parents’ shouting, especially when the only things she did end up saying were to blame him for existing.

At least that was something he was used to.

The town was abuzz trying to figure out who this mysterious person was. Tucker and Sam had gone through so many outlandish theories - from Valerie Gray deciding to put her martial arts to good use, to Paulina Sanchez trying to get his attention by attacking him, even to it being another ghost - but nothing stuck.

He scowled at her. All he knew was that she was human - she frequently got into close combat with him and he could feel the warmth radiating from her.

Even through the mask, Danny could tell she was frowning at him. He had a sneaking suspicion she hated the nickname the media had given her when no one had been able to get a handle on her and she refused to name herself. She’d been dubbed the Violet Trapper - at least it was better than the ridiculous ‘Inviso-Bill’ he’d been given! - and he’d started calling her Vi. Violet Trapper was just too much of a mouthful.

“No,” the Trapper answered, firing another blast at him. His shield absorbed it, but he still felt a pressure against him for a moment as it slammed into him.

He had to play this carefully. He’d learned by now that she tried to get into hand to hand combat range by distracting him, blasting to one side to force him to dodge while she flew to his opposite side, normally managing to land more than a couple of painful blows - not to mention being shot at close range hurt.

Danny never fought her back. Despite her apparent super strength, she was still very human and therefore very fragile. He didn’t want to learn her name bad enough that he was willing to learn it from an obituary.

Man, Jazz would have a fit if she knew how often he let himself get pummeled by Violet. Something about fighting back and caring about his life, if he had to guess, about how him not fighting back proved he didn’t care what happened to his life.

Jokes on her. He’s dead already. Halfway, at least.

The Trapper did exactly as Danny expected - shooting to one side and then trying to flank his other. He shot up into the sky, looking down to see if she was following. He swore when he saw she was, and she was gaining on him too. Going invisible did nothing, she seemed to be able to track him. Similarly for intangibility, it seemed her weapons were designed to still be able to strike him even if he lacked a physical form. Shit, he just needed to get back into the school and he could transform!

He flipped in the air and flew back down at top speed, inches away from her on his descent. The sudden direction change gave him the benefit of surprise - it took her longer to course correct and Danny had the lead he needed to phase through the roof of the school, landing in a janitor’s closet and hurriedly transforming back to his human half. He breathed in relief. She didn’t seem to be able to track Fenton like she did Phantom.

He peeked out the door, confirming the coast was clear before he slid out of the room, heading towards the class he’d ran out of.

He was knocked to the floor as someone ran out of an empty classroom and directly into him.

“Hey, watch it!” He scolded, looking to where they also had been knocked down, but his breath caught in his throat and his entire body tensed as he saw the Violet Trapper in front of him.

“Danny!” She yelled as she got to her feet. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I… huh?”

“It’s third period! You should be in class now!” She said again, placing her hands on her hips in a move that reminded him of his mother. For a wild moment, he wondered if Maddie was the Trapper, but he brushed the thought away quickly.

Both his parents and the Trapper had been present and shooting him, together, more than once the past month.

“Do I know you?” He asked, still sprawled out on the ground. Terror had his heart fluttering erratically in his chest. She’d never been this close to his human form and he didn’t know how her tracker worked.

She hesitated. “No. Everyone knows the Fentons - including the kids,” she answered, her voice still heavily changed by whatever tech she had.

“Oh, uh, right,” he stammered.

“C’mon, get up,” she said, reaching down for his hand.

Unable to think of a good excuse that wasn’t disclosing he had frequently been shot by her and was terrified to touch her, he gripped the offered hand. He was relieved when pain didn’t follow. The Trapper’s touch was much like his parents’ now - it meant he was about to be hurt, more often than not.

She pulled him to his feet effortlessly, glancing both ways down the hall. “Did you see Phantom?” She asked. “He came this way.”

“Nope! No ghosts. Didn’t see any.” Danny lied.

She tilted her head to the side and he could see her chewing her lip through the mask. “He’s close. He drops off my radar sometimes but I can just barely sense him right now. He’s still here.”

Danny did his best to look calm. He doubted he succeeded. “I’ll hurry back to class, then! Good luck, Trapper!”

She groaned. “God I hate that name,” she mumbled and then she was off, Danny leisurely strolling in the opposite direction. At least, he did until she was out of his line of sight, and then he ran for his life, his footsteps quieted by his ghost half, one of the odd quirks of being a halfa. He hurried back to his class, mumbling a quick apology as he slid back into his seat. Sam and Tucker threw worried glances at him and he smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring.

He struggled to pay attention the rest of class, his thoughts swirling like a hurricane.

Who was the Violet Trapper?

#grace writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton

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vexia · 1 year

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Next random event in the Cody Morocco AU

"Is there any sport you like?"

"To watch? Not really. My father always found them boring and so did I. But I do one, if you can call it a sport."

“What?”

“Archery.” He said shyly.

“Archery?” Frankie’s eyes started to shine. “That’s so cool!”

“Really?” He hummed. “You want to see my bow?”

“You have it with you?” Cody nodded silently to answer her. “Of course I want!”

“Uh-huh.” He turned his head towards Quickclaw. “Quickclaw could I?” The dog simply nodded, throwing up the disguise for a second in the part of his tail, to open a small part of which revealed a short dark gray mechanical stick with blue lights on it. It was still so hard for Frankie to believe that it really was Cybertronian in disguise. It was so strange, at least Rescue Bots didn’t need to hide the fact that they are robots… Quickclaw twitched his tail and the stick flew out from it, which Cody caught with ease. “Thanks.”

By pressing the button, the metal unfolded into a bow like shape. Cody handed it to Frankie as he walked over to the tree. He leaned his tablet against a tree trunk and after a while the hologram of the archery target was displayed on the wood. Meanwhile Frankie inspected the weapon. It was quite heavy, with more blue fragments placed in the upper and lower limb. The riser had a whole in it, like something should be placed there. Yet, it didn't have string and Cody clearly haven’t had arrows with him and she heavily doubt Quickclaw had them hidden.

"How does it shoot?" She asked as Cody approached her.

He took the bow from her hand and took a small blue crystal from one of his pockets, inserting it into the riser. Blue fragments started to glow, and the string, also blue, had appeared. “Energon crystal need to be inserted first.” He answered.

“Isn’t it Cybertronian’s blood?” She asked next question, little confused.

“It seems those Bots keeps a lot of secrets from you.” Quickclaw laughed. “Yes, it is our blood but can also be used as a fuel for vehicles, machines or, as you can see, weapons.”

“You want to try?”

“I never used bow before.”

“Oh.” Cody took a step back. “Then I will show you.”

Cody stood straight with his feet shoulder-width apart and feet at a 90-degree angle to the target. He gripped the hilt of his bow, drawing the glowing string, with his index finger of the pulling hand is under his chin, and the string touched his nose and lips. At the same moment, a light blue arrow appeared, being ready to be shoot. He relaxed his grip on the string and allowed fingers to slip backward. He maintained in that position for more few seconds, lowering his bow afterwards, with a prideful spark in his eyes. The arrow hit the center of the target. It was the first time Frankie saw him like that and it made her happy to see her friend like that.

"Now it's your turn." Cody snapped her out of her thoughts. “Ready?”

“Ha! I will show you.” She said with confidence, getting the bow from Cody’s hands.

She stood in the same place as Cody, trying to imitate his pose. Drawing the string was harder than it looked, and aiming even worse. She accidentally released the string, firing an arrow that didn't even make it to the trunk of the tree.

She could hear Quickclaw’s laugh in the background. “Quickclaw stop it!” Cody scolded his Cybertronian friend. “Don’t worry, my first shoot looked like that as well.”

“No it didn’t.” Quickclaw chuckled, starting to calm his laughter.

Cody frowned slightly. “Come, let’s try again.” He said softly, trying to encourage Frankie.

“I don’t know-”

“I will help you.” And Frankie nodded.

Cody came closer placing hands on her wrist. “Stand as you did before.” And she did. Cody helped her lift the bow and draw the string. “Good. Now direct your dominant eye to the center of the target.” She nodded as she did. “Excellent. I will let you go. Remain in that position for a few seconds and fire. And remember, stay straight.” He paused for a second. “Ready?” She nodded again. Cody did as he had said, slowly letting go of her wrists.

She fired. And she hit the target. Maybe not the best, but she hit it.

“Yes!” She burst. “I did it!”

“I told you so.” Cody admitted.

“Congratulations Francine.” Quickclaw bowed his head slightly.

…

“Why do you choose archery?” Frankie asked.

“It’s a funny story, really.” Cody started as Quickclaw rolled his eyes. “When I was around 5/6 years old, one of my father’s project backfired and got out of control. If not for the Quickclaw who smashed it, our home would be destroyed.” He paused. “After that accident, my father had decided that I need to know how to get rid of failed experiments so the situation will not happen again. So he made a deal with one of his clients. Quint Quarry taught me how to use a bow and hunt in exchange for my father's robotic animals. He was a great teacher, and we still meet once a year, to test my skills.”

…

The rocket was crashing through the town, destroying buildings and attacking random people, with Morbot and Rescue Bots and their human partners looming behind it. Suddenly, the rocket turned around, flying directly towards Kade and the girl she was guarding with his body.

“Kade, look out!” Dani shouted, yet it was too late, Kade could dodge it.

Kade closed his eyes, ready to be hit by the small rocket. Yet, nothing happened. He reopened the. He was alright, girl as well. He looked at the wall next to his head, with widened eyes. The rocket was pinned to it by the blue energy arrow with sparks flying out of the toy. After a moment, the arrow disappeared and the rocket fell to the ground.

“Kade, are you alright?” Graham asked, running closer to his brother.

“Yes.” Kade snarled.

While Graham was collecting his older brother, their father looked into distance. Frankie and Cody watched the entire action from the park. Cody stood straight with bow but after feeling Charlie’s glance, he curled up and backed away as Frankie suddenly sprang at him with obvious glee.

Charlie saw what had happened. It was his arrow which shoot the rocket. Cody saved Kade’s life.

…

“Yes father?” Cody spoke into the microphone in the earphones.

Frankie was irritated. She observed as hers friend happily expression tuned into neutral, absolutely calm.

“As you wish, father.” He took his right hand from the earphones, ending the call. “Sorry, I need to go.” He smiled softly.

The Morbot flew up to them, bowing and holding out his hands, waiting for Cody and Quickclaw. Frankie didn’t need words to know he didn’t really want to leave now, she didn’t want it either. This old man always needed to ruin their fun.

“Next time I will show you the school.” Frankie smiled.

Cody nodded. “I hope so.” Him and Quickclaw got onto Morbot’s hand. Bot straightened up after a while, lauching his rocket shoes.

“See you!” Frankie shouted.

Cody waved her goodbye.

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Cody did the right thing, right? Frankie said so, she was happy when he did. Quickclaw agreed with his choice as well. So why his father was mad?

Quick sketch to it, hope you enjoy!

#Cody Morocco AU #rescue bots au #rescue bots #cody burns #frankie greene #Quickclaw #Doctor Morocco #quint quarry #charlie burns #Chief Charlie Burns #kade burns #Dani Burns #graham burns #transformers oc #transformers au

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WIP from “The Shape of a Soul”

Part 1 Here.

In the evening, she sat by the fire, knitting new socks while Aunt Anya told a story, her children listening attentively. She had a lovely voice for it and big, expressive gestures.

"I'll just finish this," Marya said, gesturing at her knitting, when the kids began to nod off and Aunt Anya ushered them off to bed.

"Don't stay up too late," her aunt said, leaning down briefly to press a kiss to the top of her head. "They look great."

"Thanks, I've been trying that new technique Grandma Tanya taught me. Good night." Marya used the last of the fire light to finish the socks and when she stood up to stretch, her back cracking a little, she found herself shivering suddenly.

Frowning, she looked from the slowly dying fire to the window as another shiver ran down her spine. It was too warm in here for her to be cold. Instinctively, she found herself rubbing at her arms as she cautiously stepped towards the window. It was tightly closed, as was the front door, so there was no way any kind of icy draft could have gotten inside.

Another icy shiver ran down her spine, this one strong enough that her teeth almost chattered and she felt as though her breath had gotten caught in her lungs, struggling to be released.

It was suddenly too cold, the fire snuffing out entirely between one second and the next, leaving only barely glowing embers behind. The crows took flight with a start and they started cawing. Noises she usually considered to be warning sounds.

Peering outside, she saw something pale between the trees, something that revealed itself to be unnaturally thick fog, which rolled past the tree line like one massive wave. It stretched large, wavering fingers between the buildings of Green Rock, as though it was an intangible giant trying to find something on the ground, the edges drifting up against the wooden walls.

With a start, Marya remembered the warnings of the villager in Stumpton, how monsters had come with the fog. The crows suddenly went mad in the sky, near screeching as they cawed louder than ever before, swooping lower over houses as they flew fast, tight rounds around the village.

Part 3 here.

#my writing #WIP #work in progress #original writing #fantasy #a bit of a shorter snippet #but I thought this might be fun to read #without spoiling too much #the shape of a soul #from the chapter 'The Terror Within the Fog'#as a fair warning #the chapters are going to be long #if you look at how long my short stories usually get #this might give you a good idea how long chapters are going to be #I hope someone might enjoy reading this!#still don't know how WIPs work #i'm literally winging everything

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Witches And Wizards - 24

(Warnings: Some fluff, confused fluff and some more fluff!)

Note: I once read parts of a fic where the reader has magic and goes back in time, meeting Merlin. I sadly can’t find it anymore. Also Fred didn’t die in this.

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Ophelia felt like weights were tied to her eyelids, as though opening them was a tough battle that she felt herself constantly on the verge of losing. She opened her eyes to look around, the pain had lessened, as she knew it would, except a small blanket was over her leg to keep her damaged leg warm, even though she was in front of a fire. On the large table stood a plate with different kinds of food and a goblet of pumpkin juice, a pillow was under her head and her skin didn’t feel as sticky as she remembered it to be before the sleeping draught helped and she passed out. She lifted her eyes as her head felt too heavy to move, looking above the fireplace, frowning at a small picture in a frame that stood on the mantle, placed with care and love, positioned so she could look at it whenever she wanted from wherever in the room. She forced her body to move and she finally managed to convince it to sit up. She groaned quietly at the ache in her body but she stood up anyway, using the fireplace to keep herself steady despite the warmth that made it feel like it was burning her when she stood so close to the flames. She picked up the picture in the frame, letting herself fall back down onto the couch as she looked at it. Her fingers gently ran over the picture in the frame, over the sweet face of her mum, holding her in her lap when she was just a toddler, her grandmother beside her and in the corner of the picture, a carpet with a mark burned into it, stomped out before it could consume the whole thing and turn it into ash. Tears began to form in her eyes and she looked around, her neck feeling stiff and she got out her wand, pointing it at her cane and it flew right at her. She caught it before using it to stand, putting the picture back on top of the fireplace mantle and she walked around the couch, towards the right staircase to the second floor where her bedroom was and she waited once she used the eagle to quickly get up there, her wand out and she used the hand holding it to push the door, which had once been dressing panels but the Room changed it to walls and a door, open ever so slightly, frowning at the figure she saw inside.

She recognised him by the ears immediately. He was watering her Niffler’s Fancy that Professor Slughorn had given her as a welcome gift when she became a teacher at the start of the year, knowing the gift would be well received with love, he remembered her skill at potions but especially how her ingredients were always of the highest quality when she’d grown them herself. She put away her wand and pushed the door more open to study him. Her room was filled with plants while her living room was filled with books, the two of them separated, her bedroom enchanted so it’s ceiling looked like it was made of glass, just like the main Room, except in here green plants were hanging around it as it looked like a greenhouse and she knew by the lack of daylight that it was night, since it cycled depending on what time it was outside, just like the glass ceiling in the main Room and the windows. She also noticed that her Alihosty had another one standing next to it. In fact, some of her plants had an identical one standing next to it, only more trimmed and not as well kept. “Are you planting your own plants in my room, Professor Emrys?” she asked calmly, a small smirk forming on her lips as he jumped at her voice, spinning around, looking like a Niffler that had been caught going through the jewelry box. “N-No, they’re-... they’re not mine” he admitted and she frowned, her smirk growing a little “so you’ll have me take care of a stranger’s plants, then?” she asked and he nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, the other still holding the bottle that held water in it for the plants. “No…”

“So they’re not yours and they’re not someone else’s?”

“Right.”

“Are you giving them to me?”

“More like returning” he admitted, much more at ease now as he put the bottle back on the small ceramic plate made for it on a small shelf. Ophelia frowned as he walked closer, a brief chuckle leaving her “returned? These aren’t my plants…”

“They are… I-I’ve tried to keep them proper, you know, like you did. You know, trimming them and such…” he admitted and Ophelia walked over to one of the ‘new’ plants, reaching for it, examining it with a frown “I don’t know what you’ve been drinking, Merlin, but these aren’t mine. These leaves should be trimmed diagonally, not like this” she offered the insight quietly and softly, making Merlin smile at her fondly “I’ll remember that next time if you disappear on me again” he mumbled to himself with a smirk, studying her as she turned around to frown at her “what in the name of Merl-... what are you talking about?” she corrected herself, Merlin smiling briefly before walking out of the bedroom, returning with a bag that made Ophelia’s eyes widen. In his hands were the bag she always had with her. It was a little damaged and looked like it was centuries old but it had been patched up and kept as intact as humanly and inhumanly possible. “That’s-... h-how-... Merlin’s Beard!!” she nearly yelled in shock as she walked towards him, her eyes on the bag and Merlin grinned. “You’ve got to stop saying that” he stated with amusement and her head snapped up to look at him. Her heart raced for some reason at that sentence. She studied him before frowning, looking away from him with a look of confusion borderlining on fear on her face. “I think I’d like to be alone, for now, Professor Emrys” she muttered hesitantly, as though no longer trusting herself… or him.

The possibility that she didn’t trust him made his heart ache and shatter, his smile and all signs of joy were gone and he put the bag down on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. “R-Right! Yeah, sorry I just-”

“No, no I didn’t mean it like that! I just-” she sighed with a frown, continuing to keep her gaze away from him and his heart mended a little at her words “I just… m-my leg, it pains me and I’d like to be alone when this happens” she lied smoothly, Merlin nodding despite the fact that he knew it was a lie. “I didn’t mean to-... I didn’t-”

“It’s alright, Merlin” she stated softly with a very faint smile, barely noticeable, like the tears in her eyes, but he noticed. He nodded and turned around, leaving the living quarters and the second the door shut she let out a shaky breath, eyes closing, a few tears running down her cheeks when she did. Her eyes returned to the bag and she carefully hobbled over, hesitantly picking it up. It was old. Far older than she remembered. Perhaps it was a copy? She opened it, sitting down in the chair Merlin had placed it in, staring into the abyss of the bag and hesitantly, very hesitantly, she stuck her arm into it, looking away when her arm began to obscure her view into the bag, fumbling her hand around as it brushed up against several things until-

She pulled out a large book that she recognised, tears once again forming in her eyes and she hesitantly let her fingers run over the old picture of her, Hermione, Harry and Ron, a faint smile on her lips as she opened the book. The picture that usually was the first to be seen was gone and she smiled, remembering it’s place on the fireplace mantle. She continued through the book, smiling sadly at each picture, having missed them more than she thought was possible. At the very end was a picture she didn’t recognise. At least she thought she didn’t. It wasn’t of anyone she’d ever met before. It was faded and not as well taken as the other pictures, but it was still obvious that one of the people waving back at her was Ophelia. With a healthy leg. She was smiling like she hadn’t done before the war, in a way that was lost to her. At least that’s what she thought.

Next to her stood an old man, her brows furrowing, her fingers grazing over the picture as it moved, smiling up at her and she felt the same sense of comfort as when Merlin talked about the person who had supposedly taught him all he knew. She thought she’d have trouble remembering the name but it was like it was carved into the deepest walls of her memories.

Gaius.

The man in the picture, smiling and waving at her, was Gaius. For some reason, it made sense. Looking at him, smiling up at her, it felt a bit like seeing someone dearly loved after years apart… she felt the same sense of comfort as her mum, her grandmother, her uncle… Molly Weasley… the same comfort they provided

Gaius’ clothes in the picture, and the surrounding furniture and bottles and books, felt familiar to her, like a home away from home. She couldn’t help but smile a little, tears nearly running down her cheeks and onto the picture and she had to put the book away to wipe away the tears so they wouldn’t ruin anything. She sniffled a little before picking the book back up, wiping her nose a little as she carefully slid out the picture. She studied it with a warm smile before instinctually, for no real reason that she knew of, flipped it around, as though she knew something was on the back of it. And she was right. A small, faded, smudged out message, wishing someone a happy birthday, the name long since smudged and faded, unreadable, but it somehow made her smile even more, faded two and a half hearts were left after the name that was smudged out, the handwriting was so old and smudged that she couldn’t see if she recognized it or not, yet she had a feeling that she did, for some strange reason that she’d forgotten about. It was obvious that the picture hadn’t always been in the book, it was a new addition from what she remembered of the book before she lost it. It’s corners were faded and bent back and forth, a tiny hole in the left lower side of the picture, some of it torn out but overall, aside from how old it looked and felt against the pads of her fingers, the paper on the back almost yellow, it was well taken care of. Treasured by whoever had placed it in the book after years and years of carrying it around. Carefully she slid the picture back into the small holding frame, a smile on her lips as she carefully closed the book, hearing it’s cracked spine creak a little as she did and she smiled, placing it on a nearby table, making sure it was safe where it was, unaware of the added pictures past the page of Ophelia and the stranger, Gaius, waving up at her and seemingly having a bit of fun with each other.

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Merlin was quiet as he walked into the office near the greenhouse classrooms, looking around at the plants, big and small, harmless and poisonous, some harvested ingredients standing proudly in massive amounts, ready to be given to Professor Slughorn to be used in whatever way he deemed fit. At the end of the room was a large round table, a chair behind it and a woman sat in the chair, something in front of her, which he’d come to learn is called a ‘newspaper’. She had flipped through almost the entire thing, a pencil in her hand, the end of it against her lips, teeth biting down around the end as she held the pencil, brows furrowed as she stared at the page, her cane resting against the table, next to her. He hadn’t ever really gotten a good look at her cane. It had a silver wolf’s head for a handle, the cane itself a dark navy blue, the end of it fitted with a small flat footing of something soft that without a doubt helped keep the cane steady when weight was put on it, since the cane slipping at such a moment wouldn’t be ideal.

“Of course! ‘Butterfly’. God, I’m stupid… and blind” she half-joked to herself and scribbled something on the paper in front of her, smirking as she began to scribble some more before frowning again, muttering under her breath as she grabbed her wand and pointed it at something in the paper before picking her pencil back up again, shaking her head a little “fuck” she muttered and Merlin couldn’t help but smile a little. He remembered when they broke into Camelot after Morgana took over and took Uther as prisoner. They had just gotten into the room with the Cup of Life when that word was uttered by her upon seeing the several undead soldiers standing between them and the Cup. “Professor Black? What are you doing?” he asked softly but she still flinched, her cheeks filling with heat and she cleared her throat awkwardly “Professor Emrys! I-... uh… it’s-... nothing…”

“Is that the Daily Prophet?”

“No, actually, it’s-... a-a muggle newspaper…”

“Muggle? Interesting” he muttered and walked over, Ophelia sighing heavily, leaning back in her chair, gesturing to the newspaper with a certain aggression that Merlin found extremely cute “I have a friend who bought me this because I wanted to learn how to do anagrams… except I’m horrible at it” she admitted with burning cheeks, Merlin smiling a little at her as he stood beside her, leaning down to study it “you’ve done really well. I don’t know why you think you’re not good at it” he encouraged but she groaned “no! I’m horrible… I don’t know half of these muggle words… I didn’t grow up with muggles after I turned eleven and even then I barely went to school… I was bullied so much I skipped and missed classes so I don’t know anything…”

“I’d say you know a lot judging by this. Perhaps you know more than you think… if you’d like, I could help you? I grew up around muggles quite a lot…” he admitted sheepishly and she looked at him like he was sent from God “would you? Please” she encouraged and he smiled, pointing her wand at a chair from the side of the room, pulling the chair over next to her and with a swift wave of her wand, Ophelia made another pencil, giving it to him with a shy smile. “Do you know what an anagram is?” she asked and he hesitated before shaking his head a little, making her chuckle “it’s alright, I didn’t either. Of course Hermione knows, she knows pretty much everything” Ophelia muttered the last part to herself “alright so, it’s about taking these words and sort of making a new word out of it, but it has to be a real word. Like… it’s easy to start at the ones with only two letters. So, let’s say you see one with two letters and it spells ‘NO’, that makes it ‘ON’, see? And you continue to do that, it’s why it’s easier to start with the ones that have only two letters. The letters have to match up, you can’t write an A if the words it’ll cross with doesn’t have an A in it where you want to put it, and you can’t just make up your own words. Now, this large picture here? The sentence in it? It’s sort of the final word you have to get from it’s letters and it’s usually insanely long or something like that. Also, even though the words you have to work with have spaces in between, no spaces! It has to be one word, all of it. Did I explain it right?” she asked hesitantly and Merlin nodded with a smile “I think so” he stated softly as he looked at her and she grinned, his heart melting at the sight and she leaned over the paper once more, studying it, thinking Merlin was doing the same but he couldn’t help but just-... looking at her…

After centuries with only a fading picture, he was like an addict, finally getting his fix, his chance to admire her with the utmost devotion that she deserved. “I think… I-I think this is supposed to spell ‘bicycle’... right? See, the C would fit there and the L would fit under this, right?” she asked, looking up at him and he quickly pretended to just have lifted his head to look at her, instead of having admired her all this time and he looked at the paper, nodding, “see? You don’t need my help-”

“Hold your brooms, Merlin, I’m far from done yet” she quickly said with a laugh before looking back down at the paper “there’s still a lot of words here… imagine if the wizarding world made these. I’m not saying I’m a master of every single thing in our world but it’d be much easier to decipher…” she added in a more quiet voice, brows furrowing again and he once again admired her, the paper and anagram long forgotten in his mind, everything was blank except her… she was just as beautiful as he remembered, every small detail, the curve of her nose, her nose bridge that he knew she secretly hated for being ‘too bulky’ when it was nothing short of perfect. He was sitting on her left so he could see her blue eye, just as enchanting as he remembered it and he found that after all these years, that picture didn’t do her justice, especially since it was in black and white and grey. Nothing could do her justice. Nothing except sitting here with her, in the classroom office that was empty except for the two of them, sitting close together with Ophelia hunched over the paper, gnawing at the end of her pencil whenever a certain word vexed her. This moment right here made all the centuries of wait and worry worth it.

#Ophelia Black #Merlin #Merlin fic #Merlin the show #Merlin BBC #Witches And Wizards #Harry Potter #HP #HP fic #Harry Potter fanfic #Merlin x Ophelia #Merlin x OC

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They leave early in the morning, Arthur nearly letting Merlin and the Dragons go off without him because Morgana didn't want him to go, not because of a Dream but because she didn't want her daddy to go but eventually she let him mount his horse and Arthur ignored Gwaine's snickers.

Merlin corraled his Hatchlings, Gwaine included though the Green Dragon would be flying under his own power while Lancelot carried Ellie and Effie. Leon was riding with Percival, though Arthur knew there would be a flight in the future for the boy, as it was the child was still more asleep than awake.

Merlin took off first with Lancelot following, Gwaine paused to nuzzle Percival before leaping into the air after them.

The three Dragons flew lazily, keeping close, they were not in any hurry, nor would anyone dare attack them with the Dragons hovering so near.

They found no eggs the first few days and Arthur used the time to observe the way Merlin and Lancelot interacted as Dragons.

Like when he was Human, Lancelot kept Merlin closest to the fire, wing hiding him and the Hatchlings from first glance, something that Gwaine adopted with Percival and Leon, though he slept near enough to Lancelot that he used his tail as a pillow.

It was comforting in a way, to know that a change in species didn't change anything about Merlin and Lancelot's relationship, that they were still protective of one another.

Arthur sighed as he watched the flame flicker, the light making shadows dance over Lancelot's dark scales, the Dragon's eyes fully closed but Arthur knew he'd perk up at the first hint of danger so he wasn't too worried about bandits.

He wondered what it was like, changing forms, being able to be someone else for a little while.

Eventually Arthur woke Elyan for watch change, laying his bedroll near Lancelot and going to sleep.

Lancelot's low growl woke Arthur before the sun rose, though it wasn't too far off.

Arthur frowned as he looked for the reason Lancelot gave warning and stared at the young knight who had approached Gwaine, said knight had frozen under the piercing gaze of a larger Dragon than the one he intended on disturbing.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked, he thought he'd made it clear that all knights were to let the Dragons approach them before anything.

"I was just going to wake Gwaine for watch, it's his turn." The young knight said, trembling.

Arthur sat up, the boy wasn't wrong, per se, Gwaine prefered last watch when on patrol, if only so he could have the first helping of breakfast that Merlin would usually be fixing about now.

"Waking a Dragon from their sleep is not a wise course of action." Arthur told him, "And you never approach a Hatchling before their parent unless you have been made a part of their Weyr."

"But, Gwaine is an adult." The boy said.

Lancelot let out an amused snort at the same time Arthur did and a chuckle sounded from beneath a green wing.

"Yes, Gwaine is an adult, when he's human." Arthur agreed, though at times it felt like a lie, "As a Dragon Merlin said he's like a teenager. It's why Lancelot growled at you, you came towards one of his Hatchlings and he's protective."

The young knight stared, "Okay, is that going to change when Gwaine is human again?"

"Not sure." Arthur admitted as he got up to guide the boy away from the Dragons.

It was easy to forget how protective Lancelot could be, especially since he'd allowed Arthur to sleep near enough to benefit from his warmth, even Elyan was nearer the Dragons than the fire. But perhaps it was because they were part if their Weyr.

Arthur sent the young knight to fetch more wood, stoking the fire to get it high enough to cook on, suddenly glad the Dragons didn't need to eat every day.

A/n: have a transitional chapter while I think about where I'm going with this, if you have thoughts let me know. But I would prefer to try and limit any angst to things resolved by the end of a chapter or two. We're going to try and keep this fluffy.

But part of me wants to bring Kilgharrah around just so Lancelot can fight him for all the stress he put Merlin through with the whole Destiny crap, which would be funny because Lancelot is smaller than Kilgharrah, not by much but he still wins that fight.

For reference, Merlin is about half Kilgharrah's size, Lancelot is a little bigger than Merlin and Gwaine is the smallest 'adult' Dragon. Ellie and Effie are now about the size of a medium sized dog in Dragon form, their human bodies age the same as humans do, if they transformed older they'd grow from the human equivelent age.

#a knight #part 13 #mercelot #merlin/lancelot #arthur pendragon

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Phantoms of the Past Chapter 43: Mission Possible Part 2

"Greetings San Fransokyo!" A smarmy voice sang out as the green vines overran the convention center. "It is I, the renowned Dr. Drakken, come to grace your fair city."

A hovercraft flew through the entrance doors carrying a man with blue skin and wearing a lab coat. He stood there proudly, arms wide as if he expected praise. Beside him was a woman with long black hair and wearing a neon green jumpsuit. She looked anything but pleased. In fact, she looked rather annoyed.

"The renown 'who'?" Fred shouted.

The man on the hovercraft frowned.

"Dr. Drakken!"

"Yeah, sorry. Doesn't ring a bell, but cool vine powers anyways."

"Drakken! The Dr. Draken. Super Genius. Drak- You know. The guy who almost took over the world. Several times!"

Kim gave a loud fake yawn. "No cares, Drakken."

"Kim Possible!?" The man choked, as he leaned over the edge of the hovercraft. He looked like he would bust a vein in anger.

"Who else?" Ron exclaimed, taking a step next to his girlfriend's side.

As the supervillain fumed, the woman beside him cracked a wicked smile. "Hey, now, Maybe this trip won't be a complete drag after all."

Her hand lit up with green fire and she backflipped out of the hovercraft and landed on her feet as if it was nothing.

Kim and Ron both entered into a defensive stance.

The woman started to run toward them but before they could engage each other in combat, Gogo threw her other discus. It wrapped around the woman the same as it had Hardlight previously.

The supervillainess threw Gogo an annoyed look and then easily burned through the rope with her fiery hands.

Then she, Kim, and Ron got into a sparring match without so much as an introduction.

Varian was going to join to help, though he didn't know what he could accomplish without his gear, but after taking one step forward a vine burst through the floor and wrapped around him.

"Not again." He groaned in frustration as the vines lifted him several feet off the ground. As he struggled against his new bonds, more vines wrapped around Gogo, Mole, Lima, and the man called the Fearless Ferret.

Captain Fancy managed to avoid the vines by flying upwards, while Fred bounced out of the way. He managed to free the superhero closest to him, using his fire breath, but as the Ferret fell free, Fred found himself dangling upside down as a vine wrapped around one of his feet.

Soon after, the fight between Kim, Ron, and the unnamed woman ended as vines entrapped them as well.

"Is anyone else getting a sense of dejavu?" Ron asked.

No one answered him, but the woman he had been fighting crossed her arms and gloated up at him.

Captain Fancy puffed out his chest and flew up to meet the devilish doctor. "I know not why you are here, foul villain, but I order you to decease and desist, and take your unpleasant associate with you."

Draken rolled his eyes. "Wow, you really are the boy scout." There was a distinct snickering noise coming from The Fearless Ferrett's way. He coughed when Fancy gave him an annoyed glare.

Just then Lima finished cutting through the vine holding her with her spear. She let out a battle cry and charged towards the woman in the green jumpsuit.

"Ah, Grandma is feisty." she commented with a wicked smile, before lighting her hands up with green fire once more.

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Hardlight finished undoing his bonds and risked a glance around the pillar he was hiding behind.

None of the supers had noticed him sneaking away once the newcomers had arrived on the scene. Currently the woman in the jumpsuit was taking on the annoying grandma lady, and surprisingly enough, holding her own.

Meanwhile, the 'renown' Dr. Drakken had most of the other superheroes tied up in green vines.

Ian rolled his eyes. He had just tried that same trick, and was winning too, until those has-beens had gotten the drop on him.

It wasn't fair!

He had challenged Varian, not them! His whole plan was to lure Big Hero Six into a trap with their little pet scientist as bait and those old timey wannabees had ruined everything! And now these lame D-lister hacks had interrupted to steal his thunder.

True, their arrival had allowed him to escape a potentially embarrassing situation, b-but given enough time Ian was confident he could have rescued himself and turned things around, despite being outnumbered.

Ian smirked under his mask as the poorly dressed flying dude managed to dodge Dr. Drakken's vines. Meanwhile, the sneaky, freaky Ferret was freeing the other heroes while the mad scientist was distracted.

"See, it's not so easy is it?" Hardlight sneered.

Then Dr. Drakken did something actually impressive!

He created a giant man-eating Venus fly trap… with roots for legs!

"Hee..hee.. eeh… that's a new one doc…" the pathetic blond Ninja nervously laughed, as the plant monster cornered them.

"Ha! Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks?" Drakken quipped.

And that gave Hardlight a wonderfully, wicked idea. Perhaps these lameo losers could be of use to him.

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And with a new plan already formulating in his brilliant brain, Ian removed his helmet and slunk back into the shadows to see how the battle would play out.

Fred tried to breathe fire at the walking plant monster, only for vines to burst out of the ground and smother the flames with dirt. Lima threw her spear at the thing, but it plucked it out with one of its viney arms. Captain Fancy flew up to meet it only to get entangled by the other arm.

Varian and Gogo were out of ammo, Kim and Ron didn't have their normal gear on them, and the Fearless Ferret was too busy defending Mole from more vines to attack the monster head-on.

Everyone ducked as a giant root shot out from the monster's legs and swung over their heads.

"Hahahaha! Looks like I finally win, Kim Possible!" Dr. Drakken gloated. Another vine grabbed Lima and lifted her into the air. "Shego, would you be so kind as to collect the final fossil for me?"

"On it." The woman in the jumpsuit smiled and somersaulted to land in front of the Ferret. One low kick knocked his feet right from under him while he was distracted from fighting off the vines.

"Hey, you can't do that to a ledg- oh!"

Gogo quickly pulled Mole out of the way of the woman's glowing hand as she swiped at him while she held the captured super aloft in the other.

"Why don't you pick on someone your ow- hey!" Another vine shot out and grabbed Kim before she completed her speech.

"You know this is starting to get a little tedious," Fred complained as roots wrapped around him and the others.

Dr. Drakken smugly smiled as he adjusted his gloves. "I think that concludes our business here. Come along Shego."

"Not so fast." A voice called out behind him.

Dr. Drakken turned around to see yet another pair of superheroes flying behind him. One was quite bulky and wearing bright red armor and a jetpack. Another super rode on top of him. He was much smaller and wearing purple armor.

"Baymax Rocket Fist." The purple one said and then the red super shot his arm at the good doctor as if it had been a rocket.

Only for the rocket to stop as vines reached up to grab it.

Dr. Drakken smirked as the rocket fist was held up in mid-air only a few feet away from his face.

"Is that all you got?" He scoffed.

"No, it isn't!" Another voice called out. This time a woman's voice.

Another superhero stepped through the door, dressed in pink armor and carrying what looked like a bunny-shaped bazooka. She shot a blue ball out of the bazooka and it hit Dr. Drakken's plant monster on the leg. From there ice spread all over the creature freezing it in place. Before Drakken could even protest a third superhero jumped out welding laser blades. This one was dressed in green armor and he sliced through the monster shattering it into fragments. Drakken stood there sputtering as the rest of the supers were freed once more, including his most hated rival. "Face it Drakken, you can't take on twelve of us at once." Kim gloated.

"Hey!" Mole protested.

"Uh.. thirteen then?" Kim conceded, still wondering who the small child was.

Rufus popped up and sat on Ron's shoulder to chittered indignantly at her.

"Alright, fourteen then." she sighed, and as if to prove this point, the Fearless Ferret did a backflip, wrenching himself free of Shego's grip, and kicked her away with a back kick while she was distracted by the rest of the supers.

"Why... yo-- ugh!" The rocket fist broke free and smacked Drakken on the back of the head mid-protest.

Shego backed away from the horde of superheroes that started to gang up on her. "Argh! You just had to come to superhero convention, didn't you!?" She yelled up at Drakken who rubbed the back of his sore head. Not waiting for a reply, Shego jumped and pulled herself up into the hovercraft. Then she took a hold of the controls, turned the craft around, and flew away at top speed.

"After them, Baymax!" Hiro ordered, but Shego pressed a button and the hovercraft disappeared from view as they flew after the villains.

"I do not detect any trace of the vehicle." Baymax informed me.

"Cloaking tech." Hiro sighed. "and they probably have bio dampeners. Come on, let's meet back up with the others."

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"They got away." Hiro announced as he and Baymax flew back into the convention building.

"I thought you were fighting Hardlight?" Honey Lemon asked.

"We were," Fred informed her, "but then that Drakken guy showed up and- hey where did Hardlight go?"

Gogo bent down and picked up her broken disc. "He got away."

"So we have three supervillains on the loose, great." Hiro sighed.

"So who is the blue guy?" Wasabi asked, "And who are all these new people?"

"Uh, hello! These are some of the greatest superheroes that has ever lived." Mole snapped in annoyance. "Miracle Maiden, Captain Fancy, and the Fearless Ferret! They're living legends. Show some respect."

"And why is he here?" Wasabi finished.

Gogo glared at Mole. "He's here because he doesn't know how to follow directions."

Mole shirked away from her gaze, and hid behind the closest hero, which happened to be a very confused Ron.

"As for the 'blue guy'" Kim explained, "That was Dr. Drakken and his cohort Shego. They're always causing trouble."

"Yeah, theft, robot armies, weather machines... you know the usual plotting to take over the world type stuff." Ron said.

"Annnd you are?" Hiro awkwardly asked.

"Hi, I'm Kim, and this is my boyfriend Ron."

"Hello!" Ron waved and Ruffus mimicked his owner's action.

"Oh, and Rufus." Kim added.

The rest of Big Hero Six exchanged confused looks and could only shrug.

The Fearless Ferret stepped forward. "I can vouch for these fine young kids. They've helped me out quite a bit over the years, along with a fair few other folk."

"They also helped me escape from Hardlight when he attacked me." Varian confirmed.

"Which reminds me..." Ron stepped in, "Since when are you a real superhero?" He asked the Ferret.

"Yeah, we thought you just played one on tv." Kim said.

The three elderly supers snorted with laughter.

"Oh that?" Lima chuckled. "That's just a cover story to hide our real identities."

"Yes, it's for if we're caught changing into a costume or attacked in public when in our civilian clothes; we can just brush it off as being all a part of the show, like a publicity stunt." Fancy explained.

"Besides, it helps to pay the bills." The Ferret chimed in. "We can't all be born rich like Boss Awesome."

"Oh hey, that's my dad!" Fred excitedly called out, flipping his helmet up. Everyone turned to look at him and he suddenly felt self conscious. He slammed the helmet back down and started to shuffle his feet.

"Oh yeah, I thought you looked familiar." Lima said. "You take after your mom."

Fred seemed to perk up at that.

"Didn't Awesome marry his arch nemesis?" Fancy whispered to Ferret. Lima overheard him and gave her comrade a smack on the back of the head.

Hiro rolled eyes. "Alright, now that introductions are out of the way, you say you've fought this Drakken before?"

Kim nodded.

"Do you know what he was after?"

"No idea, but I might know of a way to track him down, if you have a computer."

"We could probably arrange that."

Lima picked up her spear and started to march away. "Well you kids have fun with your new fangled toys. The boys and me will just be tracking down this doctor the old fashion way."

Fancy and the Ferret started to follow her out.

"Are you sure about that?" Hiro asked. "I mean, with all of us together we could outnumber him."

"Now don't you fret none, my boy. We're highly trained and experienced professionals." Captain Fancy said while hovering over Hiro's shoulder.

"We thank you for being good Samaritans." The Ferret added. "But best to leave this to the experts-ow!"

The ferret clutched his back and doubled over in pain.

"Ummm... maybe you should take it more easy Mr. Nor- I mean Mr. Ferret." Ron said, as he offered the super hero his cane. "I mean you've been out of the game for a awhile an-"

"Nonsense. I'm fit as a fiddle." The Ferret proclaimed as he snatched the cane out of Ron's hands and pounded his chest. "I'll personally see to it that this Doctor Drakken is behind bars before the days end."

"And I'm looking forward to fighting that Shego woman again." Lima called out. "I haven't had a good sparring match in years! Até a próxima!"

And with that the elderly supers left.

"Sooo... are we just ignoring that Hardlight is still free, then?" Wasabi asked.

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"Arrrrgh! And we were so close!" Drakken yelled as he entered the warehouse and kicked over a stack of cardboard boxes.

"Gee... It's almost like taking on all of the superheroes at one time was a bad idea." Shego sarcastically quipped as she walked through the door, and leaned against its frame nonchalantly.

"Well how was I supposed to know there'd be so many of them?"

"Super-hero Con-ven-tion." Shego slowly said, emphasizing each syllable.

"Yes, exactly, but only the three we wanted were advertised to be there! By all accounts Kim Possible shouldn't even count as one. She doesn't have super powers." Drakken huffed like a child who just lost at a board game.

"Neither does that weasel guy you wanted."

"Ferret. Say it with me Shego, Feerreeet, and he has a super intelligent brain. Not to my level of genius, of course, but still one of the most valuable powers known to man."

Shego only rolled her eyes. "And why didn't we try to capture these guys one by one since we already knew their real identities?"

"Uh... we did?"

Shego marched over to the desk where Dr. Drakken held all his paperwork and notes for his grand scheme. She pulled out the flier advertisement for the convention. All three of the legendary superheroes were on the front.

"Come see the living legends, Lima Lopez, aka Miracle Maiden, The Fearless Ferret; Mr. Timothy North, and star of stage and screen, Captain Fancy himself, Hank Reeve. See, real names and everything."

"Umm... I knew that! That's why we attacked the convention center... it was just more convenient to nab them all at once." Drakken crossed his arms and snooted his nose in the air.

Shego facepalmed.

"A completely understandable oversight." A voice called out behind them.

Shego looked up and Drakken jumped as if spooked.

"Who goes there?" He yelled.

A man dressed from head to toe in black armor flew down from the rafters on his pink hover disk. "Merely a humble fan." He hopped off his disk and walked forward with an extended hand. "I mean, how were you to know that Big Hero Six would jump in? Hi, I'm Hardlight."

Neither villain took his offer of friendship.

"And how did you get in here?" Shego asked.

"Oh I disabled the security system with a simple hacking algorithm."

"Grrr.. cheap used security computers." Drakken grumbled. "Shego, take note, that's the last time we buy from BlackMarketsRUS."

Hardlight ignored the non-sequitur and continued on with his sales pitch. "I know how annoying Big Hero Six can be. I had just been defeated by the low level noobs only moments before you showed up on the scene. I must say it was an honor watching you work sir. The esteemed Dr. Drakken laying waste to a whole host of superheroes in one fell swoop... why.. it... it was breathtaking."

``An honor you say!" Dr. Drakken's face broke into a huge smile at the compliment, while Shego tried her best not to gag next to him. "Hear that Shego, we're obviously in the presence of someone with fine taste... for once."

"Oh.. oh yeah.. it was sooo magnificent the way you got your rear-end handed to you by a bunch of teenaged twerps and a couple of senior citizens." His henchwoman shot back.

"I'm warning you Shego..." Dr. Draken hissed. "Not in front of my fans, please."

Shego threw up her hands in defeat and flopped down in the desk chair. She pulled out a nail file as she watched her employer get suckered in with flattery.

"Dr. Drakken I'd like to present you with a proposal."

Shego snorted. Hardlight ignored her. "Now hear me out. Big Hero Six is a nuisance to your plans and a thorn in my side. What if we teamed up together to take them out."

"I don't know..." Dr. Drakken rubbed his chin in thought. "I've done the whole 'team up' thing before and it never really works out."

" Try, an 'unmitigated disaster' every time." Shego interrupted.

"No need to elaborate, Shego." Draken turned back to novice supervillain. "Besides, Big Hero Six is your nemesis. I'm actually after Kim Possible."

Hardlight faltered. "Kiimm....Pooss-"

"Kim Possible." Drakken reiterated. "you know, that annoying woman with auburn hair, who hangs around with her buffoonish boyfriend and the, ugh, naked mole rat."

The sneer on Drakken's face was palpable even in the poorly lit warehouse.

"Oh oh, Kim Possible." Hardlight proclaimed, as if only was just remembering. "Of course, your arch nemesis. Everyone one knows of your feud with... the... the uh..."

"Cheerleader." Draken darkly growled.

"I thought they were ninjas."

"Seriously, Dr. D." Shego sighed. "She hasn't been a cheerleader for eight years now. Let it go."

"Oh is that so. And what would you call her, miss smartypants?"

"A royal pain in the backside."

".... Okay that is a good one." Dr. Drakken snickered, before turning back to Hardlight. "But no, she's not the ninja, but her boyfriend, Stoppable, is. He's like some master at chimpanzee karate or something."

"Monkey kung fu." Shego corrected, as she kicked her feet up onto the desk.

Hardlight had no idea what either of them was talking about.

Drakken didn't give time to respond, as he started to shoo him out.

"Well thank you for the offer, but it's time to run along now. Just remember that if you work hard then someday you too can be as accomplished a supervillain as yours truly. Toodle-oo! Good luck with your hero infestation."

Hardlight thought quickly as the man started to shove him out the door. He hopped into his hover disk once more and flew out of the mad scientist's reach.

"Oh, but won't you at least tell me your brilliant plan?" He asked. "I might learn some new tips on being a supervillain from you."

"Well no doubt you could." Drakken smiled, ",But what I am working on is top secret. A need to know only, basis. You understand, I'm sure."

Hardlight gave a very loud and exaggerated sigh. "Oooh and here I was hoping you could be my mentor."

"Mentor?" Drakken echoed.

"Yes. I'm new at this, see. I haven't learned all the ropes. I'm still trying to make a name for myself in the supervillain world, and well I was just hoping… Ahh, who am I kidding? The world famous Dr. Drakken, teaching me how to follow in his footsteps. You're much too busy to take a level one player under his wing."

He heaved another heavy sigh and Shego stuck a finger in her mouth to gesture a gagging motion. The guy was clearly laying it on too thick.

Well, too thick for anyone one with sense, but she knew Drakken was eating up the praise like a child being handed a plate of cookies for dinner.

"Oh, well, truly, I'm flattered." Drakken blushed "I might, could… oh I don't know… maybe give you some correspondence lessons. Try out that new online teaching thing… Why, Shego here used to tutor young supervillains on the side. Didn't you dear? I'm sure she can help make a lesson plan for you."

Drakken opened the backdoor to show Hardlight the way out. He didn't take it.

"Gee, that would be great!" His fake enthusiasm never faltering. " But wouldn't it be better if I had some hands-on training?"

Drakken awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Well… I don't know… it's just such bad timing right now and… I don't when I'll have another opening… an-"

"And you don't want me underfoot." Hardlight finished. He hopped off the hover disk and made his way to the door, but paused before leaving. "I'd like to thank you anyways for taking the time to see me. It's not every day you get to meet your idol."

"Idol?" Drakken whispered wistfully.

Hardlight nodded. "I got into supervillainy all because of you. I'd see you on the news and think how cool you were, and how much I'd love becoming your sidekick."

"He already has a sidekick!" Shego yelled. No one listened to her.

"Really? You really thought… think I'm cool?" Drakken breathlessly asked.

"Uh.. yeah! You're more than cool! You the Dr. Drakken. The renowned, world conquering supervillain!" Hardlight said, carefully echoing Drakken's words for earlier that day.

Drakken of course did not notice this manipulation. He held a far away dreamy look upon his face.

"World renowned." He softly echoed a dreamy smile forming on his lips.

"It's a traaaap!"

Shego's sing-song voice broke through his daydreams, shattering his ego once more.

"Nonsense Shego!" Drakken snapped back, not willing to admit that he'd been taken in. "This fine young man only wishes to learn from the master, and who are we to ruin his dreams? After all, it's the responsibility of the more, um, experienced generation to pass on our knowledge."

Shego was not impressed. She rarely was.

"Fine, but don't come crawling to me when the inevitable happens. I'll just say I told you so."

"'I'll say I told you so.'"Drakken mocked. "You always do this Shego. Everytime. I don't know why I put up with you."

"Hmm… cause without me you'd be in prison?"

"Well without me you'd … you'd… well you'd be… you'd be…"

"Yeeesss….. I'm waiting." She folded her arms.

"You wouldn't get a paycheck." He belatedly snapped. "You'd be working for someone low tier like… Von Steamer. He only pays in grease oil and English pounds, you know."

"Didn't the UK switch to euros?" Headlight asked.

"Exactly. That's why he can't keep any henchmen hired on." Drakken explained. "First lesson of being a super villain, make sure to pay your employees well, and give them good benefits packages. Otherwise they may stab you in the back."

Shego shrugged. "He is right about that. I do get a lot of vacation time and a big bonus every year, and if I didn't I'd probably stab him in the back."

"Where do you get the funds?" Hardlight asked.

"Steal them, of course. " Drakken stated simply, as if it was obvious.

"Of course." Hardlight echoed. "Any chance of teaching me that lesson first?"

Drakken just laughed. "Oh no, embezzlement of bloated corporate funds is lesson three. For lesson one I believe we should work on the basics. Tell me, how are you at 'evil gloating'?"

"Uhh… gloating, sir?"

Shego snorted as she couldn't contain her own laughter.

"No one asked you Shego." Drakken yelled back.

"Oh come on, if we're going along with this farce, then at least pretend to teach the kid something useful."

"For the last time, this isn't a trap!"

"It's a trap. Trap. Trappity, trap, trap." Shego nagged.

Drakken fumed and was going to continue the argument before Hardlight stopped him.

"It's okay. She has every right to be suspicious of me. After all, I'm a newcomer. You don't know anything about me." Hardlight hopped into his hoverboard once more. "Let me prove my loyalty. Give me a task. Anything. I'll have it done in no time."

Drakken tapped his lips in thought. "Hmmm… a test to prove your trustworthiness, you say… I have just the thing."

He marched over to a series of computer banks by the desk. He flipped a switch and the lights on the other side of the warehouse lit up.

Along the wall was a network of machinery, wires, and tubes. Hooked up to this was three glass cylinders, each large enough to hold a person, and a door to get in and out of.

"Impressive." Hardlight nodded,"... What is it?"

"That is what is going to help me conquer the world." Drakken proudly proclaimed. "I will reveal it's full workings all in due time, but for now, I need three of the world's most famous superheroes here in my presence."

He held up the advertisement for Hardlight to see.

"The old geezers from the conversation?"

"Exactly. Lure them here to me, and I will show you not only how my latest creation works and what it does, but I will also provide you with the most valuable lesson of all."

"What's that?"

"How to finally crush your enemies into dust." Drakken growled as he crumpled up the poster in his hand.

"Kim Possible won't know what hit her." And he gave a wicked smile.

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(starcee anON) HOLY SHIT? LMAO? I LOVE THAT SO MUCH???? your response was better than i expected tbh i was sitting here thinking "oh nooo they're gonna think i'm so weird for asking such a random tfp ship question" ajsdjsfdsfk i would sincerely love to read that first chapter anytime that you are comfortable sharing it! you obviously dont have to commit to the long fic unless if u absolutely wanted to, i know its difficult to keep up with long fics just in general. and take it from me as someone with adhd and autism i know you cant, like, force a hyperfixation to stay at a certain level for a certain period of time in order to actually Make Things for said hyperfixation, let alone gather the energy for even Making the Things. i am but a friendly neighborhood anon simply showing my very strong support for starcee fucking if you ever wanted to grace us with it <3

sdkfghjgfsdg you are a DELIGHT! I would be all too happy to share - though alas, I have so many projects on my plate I can't guarantee this one will ever get finished. But a teaser-taster for you, dear Starcee nonnie!

Super messy and unedited....

FATE MISNAMED

There is no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed – Napoleon Bonaparte (I’ve always felt that he and Starscream have something in common…)

ARCEE KNOCKS UP STARSCREAM, hatefrag to grudging friendship with kid on the side.

It was the second tight-band communication burst in as many human months. The difference was, this time Arcee wasn’t the only bot online to receive it.

“Starscream,” said Ratchet, loading that designation with every ounce of frustration the mech deserved.

Arcee froze, spark skipping an entire spin.

Frag. Not again.

The silo interior abruptly lit with the targeting systems of her HUD. Her intakes raced; her plating clutched tight to her protoform. Her optics clicked, zooming in to a sharper degree of focus, as if she were about to transform blasters and fire. Battle protocols online.

Damn him. Damn him. Had it taken the glitch only one of this planet’s moon-cycles to renege on their deal? That they would never speak of what had happened, ever again?

:What does he want?: beeped Bee.

Bulkhead snorted, lumbering over from where he’d been helping Miko with her latest art project – something about releasing the inner child through finger-painting, which Arcee suspected Miko only chose because one of Bulk’s digits alone was enough to blot her entire canvas. “Lemme guess. He wants to trade intel again.”

Ratchet scanned the message, frown ossifying onto his faceplates. “No,” he said, slowly.

“Arcee?” she heard Jack say, as if from a distance. “Are you…?”

“It says,” Ratchet continued, his narrow blue gaze swinging ominously to settle upon her, “that he wants to talk. With you.”

The rest of the conversation washed over Arcee like the flares of solar radiation that prickled your mesh when your shuttle flew too close to a dying star. Bulkhead, trying to crack a joke about how he knew Starscream was stupid, but he’d never pegged him for suicidal. Bumblebee, nervously twittering that they couldn’t really be considering letting her go alone. Ratchet, muttering half-hearted threats about blocking that frequency band entirely. Jack, saying her name with worry apparent in his voice, while Miko suggested an imaginative array of possibilities for how this could be a trap.

And Optimus, studying her with his usual even expression. Impassive. Unjudging.

Arcee sure hoped that lasted.

“I’ll go,” she growled, stepping over Jack as she stalked towards the activation rings of the Groundbridge. “He sent coordinates?”

Ratchet pinged them across. Bumblebee beeped that he would be waiting to provide back-up, Bulkhead shushed Miko when her suggestions of what Arcee ought to do to Starscream became violently graphic, and Optimus said nothing at all.

Oh, Arcee was so fragged.

She sent Jack one last reassuring smile, doing her best to disguise the whirling anger in her spark. Her hate for Starscream – that conniving, vicious excuse for one of Primus’s children – was too furious to be contained by her form. Then she stepped into the swirling groundbridge vortex, passing in a single step from the warm-lit silo interior to the forest where she and Starscream had last clashed.

The forest was much as she had left it. Cold, dark. Gloomy in an organic sort of way.

Dead pine needles crunched beneath her pedes. Pesky things; she’d have to spend an hour coaxing them out with a pair of medical tweezers upon her return. Yet another way in which Starscream managed to make her life a torment, through his mere existence.

There was something eerie about walking on dead organic matter, especially when it formed a fuzzy green carpet atop regolith made from yet more compacted dead organic matter, on which the currently living organic matter fell. The circle of life, as Jack had once tried to explain it, with an accompanying movie that re-enacted a modern play from a few hundred years’ back with cartoon lions. Arcee wasn’t buying it. After all, Cybertronians managed to reproduce without needing to consume either the literal flesh of other sentient beings, or plant matter that drew nutrients from corpses.

Still, whatever the humans’ perturbing foibles, they had proven themselves to be kind, warm-hearted, and deserving of Arcee’s respect. Unlike some bots she could name.

One such bot was the only piece missing from this familiar scene. Last time, he’d been curled by that stump there, optics shuttered from the pain, barely discernible from the shadows but for the quiver of his wings.

Bring medical kit, the message had read. Come alone.

Arcee, being the only insomniac to walk through the command hub at the late hour when the message came through, had obeyed the latter directive.

Still, Starscream must’ve begged treatment from somewhere – Knock Out, perhaps. From what little intelligence Arcee could gather on the intricacies of the Decepticon hierarchy, he was one of the only mechs who could tolerate his ex-Commander in concentrated doses.

Either way, Starscream stood now, the slice on his leg (MECH, he had whimpered, making his optics fill his face in an attempt to extort her pity. Then, because he would never not be a slave to his own pride: A lucky shot, you understand) healed to a nanite-glittering scar. He faced away from her, wings spread at their fullest extent, hands clasped behind his narrow back. As, she imagined, a Decepticon XO had once presided over the Nemesis’s bridge. As he had stood and waited for Cliffjumper to be dragged before him…

Her fist curled, but the accompanying rage was muted. Not lessened, merely quietened for a while, as her processor replayed the last time that back was presented to her.

Turn around, for frag’s sake. The last thing I want to see is your pathetic face.

He’d done it, too. Scoffing, scowling, rolling his optics to the sky. But he’d turned. And she’d dug her digits into his winglets (fluttering with imperious affront before her face) followed swiftly by her teeth…

Mistake. A mistake, nothing more. A fumbling, furious thing, borne of frustration and spark-guttering hatred, a need to ram their fists into each other’s faces that had fragmented under pressure into a different mode of physicality. One she had no intention of repeating.

She’d hoped Starscream felt the same. But, considering the circumstances of this second summons, perhaps the record needed setting straight, and they could return to the face-punching part again.

Arcee raised her chin. “Turn around,” she demanded – then winced at the unintentional call-back to things best left forgotten. “If you have the nerve to summon me like some organic pet, the least you could do is look me in the optics.”

Starscream laughed. It had never been a pleasant sound, but his stint as an exile had done him no favors. His throat sounded sandpapered, as if he’d been crying. Or, more likely, drinking impure energon.

“Trust me,” he grated, pivoting on one long, slender leg. Arcee had never been attracted to lightweight-class fliers. Too skinny, too elongated, like a handful of metal splinters plucked from a crash-site that Primus had bound together and breathed into life. But there was a certain grace to their movements she could appreciate. Even hampered on land, walking on a layer of mulched humus that was disconcertingly squishy underfoot, Starscream maintained his balance as if it was as effortless as intakes and ex-vents. This was especially impressive, considering he had his chest plates open. The plating fanned out to either side, evoking the uncomfortable image of a victim on MECH’s operating table. “You want to see this even less.”

For once in his regrettably long and deservedly miserable lifespan, Starscream was right.

Arcee stared.

Arcee shook her helm.

Starscream, grimly, nodded.

Arcee shook her helm some more, and waited for the purge-order pop-ups to fill her HUD before dismissing them with a mental flick.

No. No. It couldn’t be. They’d used and abused each other for the better part of a joor (Admittedly, Arcee had done the predacon’s share of the abusing. She might’ve felt bad about afterwards were it not for how vocally Starscream had liked it). But the merge? It had been blessedly short. Barely ten klikkas had passed between the seeker tantalizing her with a vibrant, volcanic sliver of sparklight, and her realizing this was a pit-damned, Primus-forsaken, Optimus-shaming idea.

A merge involved more than the spark, after all. Or rather, the spark was more than just the glowing nodule of life-force that resided in each Cybertronian’s chest cavity. It was their essence. Their thoughts, their fears, the slimy little ambitions that crept through the cracks in their psyche, their ecstasy, their physical bliss. Their remorse and regret – and their jarring, tank-wrenching lack of it.

Arcee hadn’t intended to scan for what Screamer had felt, as he drove his talons into Cliffjumper’s spark. Her only thought had been to slake this twisting, snarling scratch of claws in her belly, her urge to pin him and bite him and (egged on by his breathy, delirious chant of yes, yes, oh yes, Primus) hurt.

She’d found that memory in his mind, regardless. And in that moment, she’d known that the bot she was fragging was every bit the monster she’d always accused him of being.

But now that monster stood before her, chestplates once again bared from his spark. Or rather, his sparks.

Dear Primus on high.

“They’re yours,” said Starscream. “In case you were wondering.”

He sounded horribly accusative.

If Arcee left her mandible dangling much longer, oral washer fluid would start to leak.

“Frag,” she said.

Starscream sneered. “Yes,” he said, shutting his spark casing with a vicious snap. “Unfortunately, we already did.”

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