#he sleeps with a sword. he sleeps for four hours a night. he offered to bite a guys eye out and shove it into his best friends skull.

[shitpostingkats]

I'm sorry I'm still not over Riz taking the High Fantasy Equivalent Of Speed except no one remembers he weighs 25 pounds soaking wet so instead of Calming The Hell Down like we all know in our heart of hearts Riz would do if he actually took properly dosed stimulants he just sprints through all 9 phases of hyperfocus and ascends to neurodivergent godhood and starts solving mysteries you've never heard of and then becomes paranoid that someone's gonna take his memories so he goes up to a pirate and asks them to tattoo his red string conspiracy board on his flesh

#also he's sixteen and on spring break in cancun #what. what do you think this pirate thought when a highschooler with pupils wider than god walked up and asked for a chest tat of NIGHT YOR #Riz's coffee chugging is an attempt to self medicate change my mind. you can't. #Riz fucking Gukgak #he sleeps with a sword. he sleeps for four hours a night. he offered to bite a guys eye out and shove it into his best friends skull. #he can't stop breaking into crime scenes. #d20 #dimension 20 #fantasy high #riz gukgak

[luimagines]

You Call to Him in Your Sleep Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Time, Wild and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Time

Time was a light sleeper these days.

He took a while to fall asleep and he was easy to wake up. It’s why he always offered to take either the first or second shift off of the bat. He might as well. He was going to be awake anyway.

But what he hasn’t seemed to figure out yet was what to do once he wakes up in the middle of the night despite having only slept for an hour or two.

He sits up and rubs his face. It’s still incredibly dark out and the only other person awake is Wild- although he seems to be struggle to stay awake during his shift.

Time sighs.

He stands, clearing away his bed roll as quietly as he can before he makes his way over to Wild. Time shakes his shoulders gently and the young hero jolts awake, instantly putting a hand on the hilt of his sword. “Easy.”

Wild looks up with blearily eyes before he wakes up more. “I wasn’t sleeping! I was just-”

“Go sleep.” Time says gently. “I can take your shift.”

“But what about-?”

“I’m already up. I won’t be falling asleep again any time soon.” Time gently guides him away from the fire. Wild doesn’t seem too happy about this but he’s so tired. He’ll put a little extra treat in his breakfast when he wakes up again.

Time sits by the fire and looks out on everyone in the meantime. Wild falls asleep instantly, making Time ache for the boy. He sighs and makes himself comfortable.

You shift in your sleep and it catches his attention. You sigh and stretch before rolling over so that your face reaches the fire. 

You’re a little closer than time feels comfortable with. He’s worried that an ember might jump out and land on you or that you might reach out your hand similarly to the stretch you just did but instead put it directly into the flames.

Time gets up again and carefully makes his way over to you. Gently, he pulls you away form the fire, little by little so that you don’t wake up.

“...Link...”

“Shh...” Time replies, not thinking twice about it. “It’s ok. It’s just me.”

“Time?” Your voice changes and Time snaps to your face. You’re waking up.

Time takes the liberty of moving you a little faster now, embarrassed that he’s woken you up. “Easy, love. Just making sure you’re ok. Go back to sleep.”

You miss the pet name and furrow your eyebrows at him. The looks makes him nervous. Luckily, you seem to be too tired to care and simply toss your arm over your eyes before falling asleep again.

Time lets out a quiet sigh of relief and tucks you back into your bed roll. He steps away, making sure that you’re still not too close to the flames before retreating back to where he was before.

He’s not sure what caused you to say his name- because you had only noticed he was there after you had said it. But he’s... not going to think too much about it. Nope. He’s just here for the rest of Wild’s shift and maybe Hyrule’s as well. He’s not going to be sleeping much any more anyway.

Wild

Wild was busy trying to make breakfast for the rest of the group so he wasn’t exactly aware of his surroundings when it happened.

He had to think of an appropriate meal for breakfast and he had to check if he had enough supplies to make enough for everyone to eat their fill before they all set off for the journey they would no doubt continue on afterwards.

He was peeling some potatoes when he heard you.

“Link.”

His head snaps up to your direction, wondering you needed him for something. But you’re not even looking in his direction. Was there another one you were actually talking to? He looks around, trying to find the other Link awake, if there was one. Well- Four was awake as well but he wasn’t in the camp right now. He had left to take care of some business so Wild was supposed to be holding down the fort, so to speak.

“Yeah?” Wild calls back to you just in case.

You don’t respond.

He frowns but looks back down to continue peeling the potato. Maybe he was just hearing things. Although he could have sworn that it was you calling him. Or at least calling one of them. Weird.

He finishes adding what he hopes are enough potatoes and starts to cut up some carrots to add to the meal. He looks back at the supplies he has on hand. He doesn’t have enough to feed everyone a decent breakfast so he’s going to have to improvise and add things that weren’t originally in the recipe.

Oh well, as long as it still tastes good in the end.

“Champion...”

Wild slips and cuts his finger on the knife.

“God-!” He instinctively put his finger to his mouth, already lamenting his dropped knife. “Yes? What is it?”

You don’t respond.

Annoyed and a little irritated, Wild gets up from where he was cooking and makes his way over to you at last. Clearly, this what you wanted. Otherwise you wouldn’t be calling so much. You want him to come to you? Fine. He’s on his way.

“Yes? What is it? You keep calling-” Wild stops in his track. You’re still sleeping.

He feels himself freeze for a moment as he processes the situation. Are you messing with him? It’s a bit too early for this. He pokes you with his foot.

You grunt and stir, blinking your eyes open. You don’t look happy to have been woken up. “Yes? What?”

Wild coughs. Oh dear, you were talking in your sleep. You were calling him in your sleep. You were  calling him in your sleep.

“Wild, what is it?” You ask again, growing irritated as well.

“Uh...” He says intelligently. “How many eggs to you want for breakfast?”

“...Two.” You close your eyes again.

Wild feels himself blush as he moves away from you. Goodness. What does he do with this information? Is this a good thing? He hopes it’s a good thing. It certainly sounded like a good thing.

He blushes darker.

He guesses he has to make everyone else eggs now. It wasn’t in the plans but he’s going to stick with it.

....God, you sounded cute. 

Hyrule

Hyrule was tired.

The battle was tough and there were many injuries to keep track of and to heal. He was thankful that there enough potions throughout the group to take care of the worse of it but not everyone could be covered by that alone and there were only so many potions to go around.

You had taken a bad hit and were quick to try and sleep to lessen the damage.

Hyrule would have personally advised against it but since it wasn’t anywhere near the head, he doubted that it would have made any difference. It would only slow your heartrate down and thus slow down your loss of blood at best.

He made his way over to you and kneeled by your side. Hyrule shook his head free of exhaustion, not wanting to do anything damaging to you while you were sleeping. He had to focus. He’ll heal you up then go to bed, he promises himself that. It’s the last one.

He starts up the spell and allows it to go through you and heal what has been hurt, to change the fates design. To save what has been lost and to bring back what once was min- yours. Yours.

Hyrule shakes his head again. He must be worse off than he initially thought.

He huffs and wipes the sweat off of his brow. Maybe he should go take a dip in the nearby river first. Would that help? So long as he doesn’t immediately sleep with his hair wet he should be fine. How long until Wild said that dinner would be ready again-?

“Link.” You grunt and roll over.

Hyrule’s heart instantly starts pounding for reason he’s not quite sure of. He hasn’t been talking. Did he accidentally wake you up? Can a healing magic spell wake you up? It normally doesn’t wake up the others when he tries. But is it different for you? A lot of things seem to act different around you.

You don’t wake up and instead flop your hand pathetically to your side.

Hyrule lets the spell drop. There’s not much left to heal anyway. He’s tapped out. He sighs of relief and exhaustion. He gets off of his knees, dusting himself off as he does so. Alright. Time to throw himself in the river, eat some food then he can finally go to bed.

“Hyrule...” You mutter and roll over again. You sigh a little. “...Traveler...”

The man in question freezes right in his tracks.

He waits for any other reaction from you but you don’t give him any. You stay sleeping.

Hyrule suddenly feels the need to walk away quickly- but not too quickly or else that might give the others the idea that something has happened. And nothing has happened! He’s completely fine! Everything is fine!

Luckily the river isn’t that far away from the group. He hopes it’s cold. Hyrule could go for a cold dip about now. And a nap. Maybe just go straight to bed.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

[moonshine-nightlight]

Nothing's Wrong with Dale: Part Eighteen

It’s been a week, but you’re fairly certain your fiancé accidentally got himself replaced by an eldritch being from the Depths. Deciding  that he’s certainly not worse than your original fiancé, you endeavor to keep the engagement and his new non-human state to yourself.

However, this might prove harder than you originally thought.

Fantasy, arranged marriage, malemonsterxfemalereader, M/F

AO3: Nothing's Wrong with Dale - Chapter 18 - MoonshineNightlight - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six] [Part Seven] [Part Seven.5] [Part Eight] [Part Nine] [Part Ten] [Part Eleven] [Part Twelve] [Part Thirteen] [Part Fourteen] [Part Fifteen] [Part Sixteen] [Part Seventeen] Part Eighteen [Part Nineteen] [Part Twenty] [Part Twenty-One] [Part Twenty-Two] [Part Twenty-Three] [Part Twenty-Four] [Part Twenty-Five] [Part Twenty-Six] [Part Twenty-Seven] [Part Twenty-Eight] [Part Twenty-Nine] [Part Thirty] [Part Thirty-One] [Part Thirty-Two] [Part Thirty-Three] [Part Thirty-Four]

You have to remind yourself not to go through the mead too quickly, but you can't help wishing for any escape from this conversation.

You can tolerate some degree of martial talk on any given day, but it has been over an hour. 

What had begun as a general training discussion among Grandfather, Dale, the Captain of Connton’s city guard, and a few knights, some who had performed in the tournament over a week ago, had moved from there. The various benefits of polearms had at least come with some visual information, as the Governor who was hosting this particular betrothal gala had a large display on the wall of such pieces. 

However, the conversation has only continued to grow more in depth. Between personal preferences and a number of, likely embellished, stories to best champion said preferences, you’ve long grown bored with nothing to contribute and every sip of drink is both something to do and a reason not to say anything. The discussion has devolved to the minutiae that differentiate different—near identical from what you can tell—swords from one another. 

“Lords and ladies,” a demure voice catches your attention and you see a footman gesture to a table freshly set with hors d’oeuvres. “Please, help yourselves.” 

A small chorus of absentminded gratitudes comes from the group at large, with the majority continuing to carry on their conversation, but you, Manuel—the cousin who traveled with Dale for part of his abroad trip, you remind yourself—and two of the knights from the tournament, head for the table with the nibbles. 

Usually you’re too nervous at these sorts of parties to be particularly hungry during them. This often results in needing to ask your maid to fetch leftovers from the kitchens afterward, but you’re bored enough that your nerves aren’t suppressing your appetite. You busy yourself with a small plate, taking one each of the toasted breads offered—all with a different sort of topping. 

You’ve keep an ear tuned to the conversation between those who came with you. You’re looking for an opportunity to contribute something innocuous to the changing conversation of the food so they don’t think you a complete dullard. The rest of you is still paying attention to Dale, monitoring him for any sign of inhmanity as is your habit these nights. Without even thinking, you’ve positioned yourself to keep him in view.

Honestly, Dale’s been in fine control these last few days—and if he’s not kept so out of your sight, then no one’s noticed enough to raise a fuss, let alone call for a purge. You’ve all been tied up in making arrangements. Since your arrival, you’ve barely had time to settle into the Northridge city home between the meetings and introductions with city officials. It feels like all you do in your rooms is sleep, dress, and then head out.

Connton’s position at the crossroads where Northridge, Eastmont, and Centria meet leaves it in a relatively uncommon position of having both its own authority and also having to balance three overlords. Northridge has the closest main estate to the city and provided more of the land and funding, leaving it with more influence than the other fiefs, but it is also more important and vital to Northridge as only one city within its borders is comparable—and Fallridge is on the other side of the fief. 

Seeing an opening, you tune back into the conversation to chime in, “I agree, Lady Catherine—this ricotta is by far the superior spread.” She grins in triumph at the other two and you feel relieved to have contributed something since you’ve done nothing but make agreeable or interested hums for the past half hour. 

The closest call by far had been with that sanctif on one of the first nights in town. However, not only is Sanctif Ellon doing alright after his reaction, but Grandfather has backed off in nearly every way. He still seems particularly attentive to both yourself and Dale—especially when he first rejoined you that night, but he far more easily loses that wary edge. Even though initial wariness before he settles is still enough to make you tense, it’s also relieving to see him let go of his suspicion faster each night. 

Slowly, you’ve felt some of those fears surrounding Grandfather and Dale and demons be replaced with worries over keeping straight all the officials you met, making good impressions, and future plans. It’s exhausting and nerve-wracking, for all you are aware no one expects you to memorize or be able to perfectly recall the mountain of information you’re receiving. Grandmother has even gone out of her way to reassure you of such, but it feels like failure not to do your best. 

Every night, after long hours of meetings and socializing, you try to write down everything you can—sometimes in a neater hand than others. Then in the morning, you painstakingly copy what you’d jotted down the previous night and flesh out the details—trying to keep the facts all straight. The only good thing about entering week two of these events is that the rush of new people is slowing and you’re starting to get to know some of the more important players better.

You’re hopeful in the next day or two you’ll be able to have a strategizing session with Dale and his grandparents. Then you and Dale can focus on scheduling meetings with those you want to meet with rather than introductory meetings with everyone. Not that you’ll have too much time for that because eventually even more people will arrive for the wedding proper and then it will be time to return to the Northridge estate with those guests in tow.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of your name. You can’t help but jump a little as you turn to see Lady Breighton looking directly at you. You blink at her in surprise before you straighten. Of all of Grandmother’s children that you’ve met so far, she is the one who most seems like her personal heir, most similar to what she must have been like in her prime in the capital. You can’t help but feel scrutinized whenever Breighton so much as glances your way. 

“Lady Breighton,” you greet her with a nod. She seems to have come over looking for you and you’re not sure what that might mean. “How are you?”

“I am well,” she replies with a polite nod. “Yourself?”

“Myself as well,” you say, taking notice of how much more comfortable she appears the few times you’ve seen her in Connton—she’s clearly used to the city lifestyle. There had been a hint of discomfort with the more rural estate, with the tighter way she held herself, that you hadn’t noticed until it was gone. Her stylish suits, her ease in the various government buildings you visit, her competent navigation of the maze of streets all speak to that comfort. She’s accompanied you, Dale, and the grandparents to a number of meetings and clearly was familiar with most of those officials for all she lives up in Verlind. “Is there something I can do for you?” You can tell she’s sought you out for a reason and she’s the type of woman to prefer the direct approach.

“Yes,” she says, her eyes intent enough to make you somewhat retroactively relieved that Grandmother’s eyesight is not as good as it once was. Her blue eyes are piercing, making you feel as if she can read every thought in your head—reminding you strangely of Dale, the newer one. You doubt it is her intention to single you out though. They certainly appear to be as sharp on everyone else as they are on you. “I would like to introduce you to someone, if you can be parted from your present company.” 

The others are quick to murmur politely about rejoining the previous weapons discussion you all have taken a momentary reprieve from with the food. You smile and bid them farewell, eyes following them back to the group where Dale and Grandfather still are embroiled in debate. Dale and one of the knights who had also traveled with him abroad are describing some particular foreign style of blade workmanship and you see no evidence that Dale has any memory lapse with this particular story. Grandfather seems engaged enough with the conversation, no hint of suspicion in his expression or body language.

You do catch Dale’s eye and they meet yours with a straightforward question in them. Then you can see them flicker to Breighton and you tilt your head in that direction to indicate you’ll be heading off with her. Dale gives a minuscule nod to show his understanding. You turn back to Breighton to see she has a faint smirk on her face, as if she’d watched your little silent conversation with Dale with amusement. You feel some heat fill your face at the thought and try not to sound flustered as you say, “Of course, please show the way.”

Breighton offers you her arm, which you take, letting her steer and allowing you to use your other hand to lift your skirts enough to ease your movement. “My interests are particularly scientific, as you may have heard. I primarily study geography with an interest in seismic activity and study. My travels, while not frequent, have let me have personal experience with most mountain ranges on our continent and even some of the southern and eastern ranges.” 

You had heard some of this before, with Grandmother and Grandfather proud of her accomplishments—her books are proudly displayed in a specific section of the library back on the estate. 

“Regardless,” she waves her free hand, “I have interest in all manner of academic subjects. Given your interest in medicine, I thought you might enjoy meeting a colleague of mine.”

“Oh,” you blink in surprise, not having expected her to have either taken notice of your interest or to have thought of you much outside the various meetings and Northridge itself. “I would be honored to meet such a scholar, although I hope you understand my interest and study are primarily amateur.” You feel the need to verify that Breighton has not gotten an inflated view of your own knowledge—nor passed this impression on to an accomplished professional.

She glances over at you, that same sensation that she is weighing your words and your worth present once more. “You’ve had no formal education in either the medical or botanical areas of study at all?”

“Well,” you hedge and her eyes brighten. “I attended South Ardere Academy and they provide a certain amount of basic heath in their curriculum.” She nods as if to say ‘go on’. “They also offered a degree of flexibility to the lessons available, as one aged, which included the ability to go further in depth in some select areas. I was interested in health and medicine so I took a few more classes in those areas than was required. Not enough for any sort of certification—let alone a degree,” you try to stress, before allowing only, “but enough to grant me perhaps more knowledge than the average layman.”

“I see,” she says, effortlessly weaving through the crowd with you. “What prompted this interest, if you do not mind my asking?”

“I was sick as a child,” you reply without thought, before hurrying to add, “Nothing catching and nothing which greatly impacts my health presently.” You don’t want her to think you would pass on poor traits or sickness to your own children, Northridge’s heirs. She didn’t need to see the full physical report Grandmother and Grandfather had received—far more detailed than the report your own parents had required of Dale since he had no history of physical complications. A typical requirement for noble marriages, primarily revolving around ensuring the couple could produce children since when it came down to it—continuing the family line is the most fundamental reason for noble marriages.

Breighton doesn’t seem troubled by your admittance and so you continue with less urgency, “It was enough to make such matters ever present in my young mind and therefore of great interest when I grew older and more able to truly understand what had afflicted me.”

“Do you have any interest in pursuing additional scholarly studies or even becoming a physician yourself?” she asks, the most interested you believe she has ever appeared to be in your words. 

Your first instinct is a vehement denial, not wanting her to think you would prefer to neglect your duties to Northridge. To reassure her that you do know how much work and effort being a Lady entails. That you are dedicated to your role going forward, dedicated to Northridge. But you stop yourself before those automatic words come tumbling out. Thinking over what you know of her, you don’t think that is a major concern to her. While it may not be her place in the family, she has not married and has dedicated herself as a scholar so you doubt she would think too negatively of such things.

“I considered it,” you say slowly, still choosing your words carefully, but making sure to be truthful too. “And I enjoyed those lessons. However, I ultimately prefer to learn those topics as a personal interest, rather than a profession. The day-to-day life, the experimentation, the care for patients—I find books or papers or case studies of such fascinating, but I have no desire to conduct them personally.”

Hoping you had not read her wrong, you look back up to see her nodding with understanding. “Yes, I know many who feel similarly. I personally greatly admire sculpture, yet I’ve no interest or talent in creating such works myself.”

You smile. “Yes, precisely. All I would say is that I do believe perhaps the general curriculum could be expanded—some of what I learned seems like it would be useful for all to know.”

Breighton grins at that. “Yes, many who find themselves with specialized knowledge believe their area should get more prominence with the general educational curriculum.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean—”

“Not a comment on you specifically, dear, I assure you,” Breighton says with a wave of her hand. “We’ve all thought so—for why would we study something we don’t see as valuable?”

There’s a knot of people below one of the musician’s balconies—the dancing and music having taken a break over an hour ago—that you seem to be headed for. When one catches Breighton’s eye, you're sure these are the ones you’re coming to meet. 

“Some of these went to the same university that I attended, others I met at various scholarly conferences,” Breighton explains. “As interesting as city officials are, I admit that academia is where my interest lies. Not that governments cannot be instrumental in acting on and spreading learned information. And business is necessary to make these discoveries actionable and relevant to people’s everyday lives. But a good debate between scholars is what I enjoy most, much in the way Mother used to in the senate.”

“There you are, Breighton,” a short woman closer in age to you than Breighton says. “We were beginning to think you’d gotten lost.”

“And did you manage to catch the mouse you sought?” an older man with an impressive mustache asks, clearly teasing as he peers around Breighton to look at you.

What exactly did Breighton tell these colleagues about you?

“Yes, you lout,” Breighton replies with a roll of her eyes as she knocks her shoulder into the man who asked. “Do try to remember to act as if you are in the presence of lady while we attempt to entertain her.”

“Are you not also a lady?” a woman in a green dress asks with a purposely sweet grin. “Have we not already been on our best behavior?”

“By the light, I hope not,” Breighton replies dryly. “This is my nephew’s fiance.” She gives your full name, including your family name, which you hadn’t been aware she even knew—already Grandmother was introducing you with Dale as the future lady of Northridge at meetings. The six others all introduce themselves and you frantically try to keep up with all the new names.

“Now, as lovely as you all are,” Breighton says, scanning the group. “I was hoping to introduce her to Louisa. Did someone else pull her away?”

The woman in the green dress—Teresa of Goldam—shakes her head, her curled hair bouncing with the movement. “She went to ask after the study rooms as she never likes how noisy these grand halls can get. In fact, here she returns.”

Teresa nods at a woman in a bold red brocade gown, her sleeves long despite the time of year, and her skirts fuller than your own, separating her from the others around her by just that additional amount. Her brown hair is pulled up in a tight circular braid pinned to the top of her head and the locks framing her face are straight, rather than curled.

As she gets closer, she says, “They’re clearing out the Governor’s personal study for us. My voice is already tired from trying to be heard above this noise.” The others thank her for securing such a room for them before her eyes land on Breighton and you. 

Breighton moves in smoothly to introduce the other woman, “In return, please allow me to introduce you to Doctor Louisa of the Viska Isles.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” the other woman says. Despite the similarity in your heights, she gives the impression of looking down on you.

“And you as well,” you reply, although you’re not certain it is. Louisa seems particularly smug, something very self-satisfied with her general countenance. It rubs you the wrong way, reminds you of similar students back at school: Gareth of Hilsbury and Nadine of Timodul. Both had condescension down to an art form. Louisa seems cut of the same cloth. 

“Dr. Louisa has a Physician’s degree from Silverkeep University, with a concentration in chemistry and an additional philosophy masters in Demonology, with a concentration in botany, from Oroburum University.”

You feel your stomach drop. Oh, crap.

[Part Nineteen]

#my writing #story: nothing's wrong with dale #nothing's wrong with dale #story part #dale #exophilia #terato #monster romance #monster bf #monster x reader #reader #male monster #arranged marriage #slow burn #osha compliant #i'm back #between social events and then this chapter getting so long i had to break it in half #i got very far behind with posting #but i think i'm good for the next month #hopefully #lol #hope you enjoy!

[squidwen]

💖Make it Pink, Make it Blue💙

(Ft: Platonic Lilia Vanrouge (and briefly Malleus, Sebek, and Silver.) )

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Inspired by this Vine at 3:39

Summary: After your sleep-deprived bad attitude seems to offend the legendary Lilia Vanrouge, you are challenged to the classic fae game of ‘Make it Pink, Make it Blue’.

The only condition is that Lilia cannot use his fae powers to gain an advantage. With the playing field levelled, what are the chances you’ll actually vanquish the ex-warrior?

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The cafeteria was a soup of sounds and smells as you heaped sugar onto your cereal in a bid to wake yourself up. Grim had tossed and turned all night long, kicking you so many times from his spot on the mattress that you only got about four hours of proper rest…and it showed.

Fatigue throbbed from behind your eyes. Suddenly, a cascade of breadcrumbs fell onto your tray. You thought you were hallucinating until a dollop of jam landed in your coffee cup. Sighing, you craned your neck up.

“Fufufu~” mused Lilia, scarfing his last bite of toast. His oversized coat draped about his head as he dangled upside down, forming a funnel where only his sharp red eyes, and mischievous smile, were visible. Eyes, and teeth, and darkness. You briefly wondered if those were the last things his old enemies saw…

“With respect, Lilia…do you mind?” That coffee had been your only hope for a decent morning. Now strawberry jam – with what looked like pieces of chilli peppers and olives – was marinading in it.

“Sorry about that, dear. But you can still drink it. I made the jam myself and – not to sing my own praises – it’s probably my best batch yet.”

A slow blink was all you could muster.

Sensing something was amiss, Lilia unhooked his legs from the ceiling beam and free-fell towards you, flipping himself upright before landing elegantly. His heels clacked against the graffitied dining table in punctuation.

“You look like my Silver with a face like that,” he said, leaning down to pinch your cheek through his massive coat cuff. You winced and shirked him away. “But at least he’s mastered the art of sleeping when he needs to. What time did you go to bed?”

“Stupid O’clock.”

Lilia sprang back up and laughed. “Oh, come now. Human children your age should be able to handle that every now and again. You’re in your prime after all.”

You grit your teeth. “But we’re not blessed with eternal youth like some people.”

Lilia stopped giggling. Sly as a lynx, the old fae took a step towards you. His shoe knocked against your tray, making the crockery clatter like clashing swords. “We are cranky this morning, aren’t we.” You gulped. Around you, the breakfast hubbub drained away; colours and shapes lost their clarity as those piercing eyes dug into your skin, investigated your soul.

“When I was in my prime I spoke the same way to a commanding officer once. I still have the scars.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Oh, don’t be.” Lilia stooped, inches from your face. “We aren’t living in those times anymore, but such insolence cannot go unaddressed. So how about you atone by entertaining me with a game, and a wager?”

Alarm bells went off inside your head. A fae was offering to play a game with you? You knew from Magical History not to take him up on it. While not all fae were tricksy and cruel, they loved bargains and games and rarely played fair with each other, let alone with humans that were naïve and weaker.

“Have you ever played ‘Make it Pink, Make it Blue?’” Lilia pressed.

You shook your head.

Lilia’s delicate fingers slid inside his waistcoat pocket and drew out two felt-tip pens. “It’s a game inspired by the enchanted colour-changing dress of Princess Aurora. Each player has to mark their opponent as many times as they can throughout the day while saying ‘make it pink’ or ‘make it blue’ depending on what colour they’re using. The winner is the one with the least amount of marks at the end of the day.”

You stared at the pens, then raised your eyebrow at your upperclassman. “And as for the wager?”

“I usually breakfast in Diasomnia, but the ceiling beams are coated in so much dust at the moment. Not ideal for dangling in a black uniform, hmm?” You hummed back in agreement. “And judging by those bags under your eyes, you’ve got a lot of sleep debt to catch up on. So, if you win, I can procure you a potion that ensures you get ten hours of sleep per night for a month, no matter how noisy, cold, or uncomfortable the space around you is. But if you lose…”

“I…dust the Diasomnia ceiling beams.”

Lilia clapped his hands mockingly.

It was risky, but did you really want one of the most ruthless and wise fairies in the world holding a grudge against you? You could tough-out Sebek’s wrath, but Lilia was a whole different ball game - one that had no rules, and no victors except himself.

“On one condition,” you said, reaching for the pink pen.

“Name it.”

“You cannot use your superior fae abilities to win. No flying, glamour, super speed, super sense, or bat henchmen.”

Lilia uncapped the blue pen and stuck it behind his furred ear. “Agreed. The game starts at nine and ends at three. En guard, Prefect.”

•~•~•~•

Your paranoia had you checking under every table and behind every door. You were predator and prey, hunter and hunted, instinctive and calculating. Adrenaline surged through you, fuelling you enough to keep you focused despite your lack of sleep.

Despite seeing Lilia a few times during the first hour, you hadn’t plucked up the courage to make a move. As you observed him, it was pleasing to see his feet always planted firmly on the ground – as per the terms of your agreement. You checked yourself over in windows and mirrors to see if he’d marked you without you noticing, but to your surprise you’d managed to stay clean as a whistle all morning.

It was only at lunch that you got your first opportunity…

The Diasomnias preferred to dine at the table closest to the fireplace in the cafeteria. You had gotten there early and squeezed yourself underneath, hugging your knees into your chest to make yourself as small as possible.

Before long you were sounded by a forest of pressed trouser legs. Lilia’s weren’t hard to distinguish with the shorter hems. Like a viper, you coiled back and struck. “Make it pink!” you cried. The students jerked back, their surprise a perfect cover for you to slip away.

Sebek screamed after you, but Lilia laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair. The thick strip of pink ink coating his ankle transfixed him. Malleus’s fork hovered just shy of his lips, piqued in an amused smirk. His Child of Man was so full of surprises.

Lilia pushed himself up off the bench and took off after you. His legs twitched with the urge to levitate, but a deal was a deal.

And now that you’d gotten the ball rolling your fate was sealed.

•~•~•~•

Throughout the day, Lilia sprang out of lockers, jumped down from shelves, and even vaulted over people you were chatting with to land a blow. But he was slow, bordering on clumsy from never having trained in such a weakened state. With your pen already uncapped, you dodged and swiped, managing to nick his clothes and skin most of the time.

The corridors were alive with your cacophony – “Make it pink – Make it blue,” back and forth, back and forth.

Malleus chuckled at the spectacle. His fae senses were still in tune, so when he felt you coming he started talking to Lilia as a distraction. His help was cancelled out by Sebek constantly warning his vice dorm leader to your presence, but sometimes Malleus sent him off on an errand to lend you a hand.

Three o’clock came around faster than you’d expected. Passing Scarabia students said you looked like the Genie at the sight of your blue skin. Lilia only got more respectful treatment thanks to his status around school, but everyone thought he looked like a piglet.

It all ended where it began. You rendezvoused with the fae in the dining room, and the first thing he did once the hour struck was jump ten feet in the air, backflip, and land on one finger like he’d recovered from a long injury.

Show-off, you thought. Silver had tagged along to count your marks. He’d gotten the gist of what was going on from Sebek’s rants and looked ready to drop at any moment.

“I’ve counted and recounted,” he said sleepily.

“The marks or sheep?” you quipped.

Silver deadpanned. “And…(Y/N), you scored fifteen points, and father- Lilia, you scored…thirteen.”

A moment of stale silence passed.

Lilia dropped his pen, and his jaw. He turned. Slow. Painfully slow.

Your heart was in your throat as he stalked forward, dainty fingers suddenly tangling with yours and squeezing them tightly. You tensed. Was he going to be a sore loser and break your hand? Or enchant you like the legends warned? No. Lilia’s face was a masterpiece of elation, executed perfectly by his innocent features. You allowed yourself breath.

“For the first time in centuries…I am vanquished!”

Silver scooted off before he could get swept up in any of this. Lilia didn’t care that he hadn’t dismissed him. He only had eyes for you, his worthy adversary.

“You’re not upset?” you asked cautiously.

“Upset? My dear (Y/N) I never was!”

“But, this morning-“

“It takes more than a bit of cheek to rile me. No, you see, I had to find some excuse to test your mettle. Malleus has been spending so much time with you that I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And history was made today! Never before has a human from another world played a fae child game, and never before has one beaten me at anything…if I didn’t let them.”

Relief bulldozed through your veins, expelling all your adrenaline. The tiredness came back. Heavier than before. Lilia’s face softened at your drooping eyelids and he clicked his fingers. A glass flask filled with a lavender liquid appeared in your free hand. “As promised.”

Part of you still couldn’t believe you’d won. Here it was, your reward!

“Bottom’s up. It should kick in when you fall asleep naturally tonight.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Popping the cork, you glugged the whole potion in one breath. It was sweet and spicy, like strawberry milk seasoned with peppercorns.

You were about to pass the flask back when your vision switched off and your legs turned to jelly.

Lilia’s restored reflexes made him catch you before you hit the flagstones. “Or…it’ll take effect immediately. I do apologise. I still get confused to this day with finer details of certain potions.”

You head lolled to the side, sending a few droplets of the potion dribbling down from the side of your mouth like milk. So much for the fae-vanquisher you’d been moments prior. You were no different to a baby now!

All the years spent raising Silver had taught Lilia to be silent in the presence of a sleeping human, but he couldn’t keep it in. The irony was too much! Cackles, and giggles, and tears of hysteria burst out of him as he teleported you back to your bedroom.

Peeling back the bed covers, Lilia slid your serene form into bed. But before he bid you adieu he had a wicked idea. The game may have been over, but fae will be fae and he couldn’t pass this opportunity up. Snapping his fingers, his pen reappeared in his pocket as he cupped your face, wondering if he should draw glasses or a moustache on it.

Or both.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Author’s note:

This scenario has been on my mind for months. Dang it Thomas Sanders and your Disney Pranks! 😂😂😂

I hope you enjoyed the fic. As always, drop an ask if you have a specific scenario you want written, and comments, reblogs, and follows are always appreciated!

- Squidwen xx

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Revered Deity, Unknown Hero (9/10)

Read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Find it on AO3 here!

Late Night Epiphanies

The voice in his head wouldn’t stop nagging him. So here he was, sitting awake in his own living room with a dog-eared book Flora had kindly given to him; “The Legend of Hyrule: The Eras’ Heroes”. Yet no matter how many times he read it, there was no mention of the Hero of Warriors, or any of the events he had told stories about over a campfire. The captain had to be a hero, the Master Sword and Triforce proved it, but why wasn’t he recorded? If Warriors wasn’t a hero, the Master Sword never would have recognized him; as soon as Sky had offered the blade to him, he had grabbed her hilt- it was rude to call her an ‘it’- the captain would have suffered a burn. But nothing ever happened. She had chimed, and Sky had welcomed the Hero of Warriors as their newest addition.

And a visible Triforce didn’t pinpoint any one of them as the hero either, Four and Wild were proof of that, neither bore the physical mark on the back of their dominant hand. The power of the Triforce of Courage flowed through them all- and whatever the Spirit of the Hero was. Legend rubbed the bridge of his nose with a quiet groan; why was this all so convoluted? He had been scouring this book for answers for hours, and if he looked out the window, he would see the pitch blackness that came with the midnight hours. Sleep had not been kind to him, floating in but never quite settling in. Reading had been his next option. Staring into the embers of the crackling fire in the hearth, he ran his fingers across the embossed title, tracing every letter and punctuation, thoughts running like a raging river.

Legend violently jumped as he felt a hand touch his shoulder, “Sweet Golden Goddess jubilee!” He slapped a hand over his now racing heart, whipping around to glare at the culprit; a giggling Ravio. “What do you want?” He slumped further into the armchair, bringing the book up to smack against his forehead, hiding his annoyed expression and small smile. The swishing sounds of fabric grew closer, “Well, Mr. Hero, you weren’t in any of your usual spots for when sleep evades you, so I tried my next best guess!” Legend dropped the book, raising his brow at the merchant; he still hadn’t answered his question. Ravio drew closer and perched himself on the arm of Legend’s seat, “What’re you reading?” Still avoiding his question then. He held the book up to the Lorulian, who slipped it out of his grip, turning the book this way and that as he scanned it over.

“‘The Legend of Hyrule: The Eras’ Heroes’?” Ravio let the book drop back into his lap, tilting his head to fix Legend with a look. He rolled his eyes, “I’ve been curious about something, and had hoped that it would provide me answers.” He removed it from Ravio’s lap and gently tossed it onto the table in slight frustration, “I don’t understand how Warriors can bear the Triforce, hold the Master Sword, and have tales of his adventure, but have none of it written in ink!” Legend slammed his palm against the arm of the chair, emphasizing his point and anger, but in the same moment it all melted out of him, leaving him to sigh and slump sideways into Ravio, who merely shifted to keep balance. The only noises filling the silence were the critters of the night and the popping embers, it seemed to stretch on for hours until Legend heard the intake of a breath.

“Remember that time I disappeared for a few months?” Not what he was expecting, “Yes?” Legend tilted his head up, trying to search the merchant’s face for anything, but the dark cloaked most of it. “I wasn’t in Lorule. Like with you and these portals, I was sucked through one into a new world- a new era, even. To be nice, I’ll spare the details, but there’s a reason I knew who Time, Warriors, and Wind were before they were ever introduced,” Ravio turned his head to look down at Legend. “That war he fought in? I was there with him. So were a young Time and an older Wind.” Legend blinked up at him, trying to comprehend everything Ravio had thrown at him. “He wasn’t the most well-liked with the whole war going on as- how do I say this- many of the people blamed him for the war starting, as well as blaming him for any casualties that occured. The rest is his to tell, but that may be why you see nothing about him in ink.” Legend smacked his forehead with his palm, groaning as it set in- that made so much sense. If, for some asinine reason, Warriors was that greatly disliked by his own people, of course there would be no record of him. They would never record a hero they had no reverence for. Even Legend himself didn’t have much about him documented, but it was more for the fact that most of his adventures happened overseas and across different worlds.

The squeaking laughter from Ravio made Legend drop his hand, glaring at the giggling Lorulian, who flapped a hand in the form of an apology, the other one stifling the noise. “I’m glad I make such good entertainment for you, Ravio.” His words only served to make the merchant laugh harder, hunching over to the side as his shoulders shook. It took a while for him to calm down, breathing out heavily to bring himself down, and bringing himself to center, leaning against the back of the chair. “How do I figure this out? I can’t ask him, even he seems to have no idea what is going on. What other books could I check?” Legend rocketed up in realization, startling Ravio and nearly making him topple off the arm. Another book. The book Wild had brought out a while back, the one with the pictures of the Deity of War, who looked eerily similar to their captain. Legend gasped. That’s it!

Legend shifted to be face-to-face with Ravio, grabbing him by the shoulders and excitedly shaking him, “Where did we put those books on gods, goddesses, and deities?” He stood from the chair, dragging a willing Ravio with him as the merchant directed him to the basement. They had some books to find.

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I don't know anything about mulberry kiss, but my writing prompt is something to do with Dream, George, and a garden hoe.

shakes your hand for daring to talk about mulberry kiss with me when it's ALL I WANT TO TALK ABOUT SINCE LAST NIGHT. basically the fic will take place between dream's breakout and the end of the server with the nukes, and could fit into canon, for how little we know about c!dnf for that period :') dream and george get together . it's... what they want, at first. and then it's not . because they're different. and they can't help but drift :') have a snippet from them being happy-ish before it all goes wrong!! no warnings apply

"You're doing it wrong," George says, sleep thickening his voice, "that's not how you use a hoe."

Scars aflame in the early morning sun, Dream turns, offers him a brief smile. There's dirt on his cheek; George crushes the urge that rises to smudge it away with his finger and thumb.

"Good morning to you too," the taller says, "I made breakfast."

Obviously. In the weeks they'd lived together (five weeks, four days, and a couple of hours, George's brain supplies, helpfully) Dream has made breakfast every single morning. The smell of eggs and bacon makes his mouth water, but he sniffs, crossing his arms and pinning Dream with a haughty look. "That's not how you use a hoe, Dream," he repeats, smug, "you're, like, attacking the ground with it. It's not a sword."

"Oh, and you'd know all about how to use a hoe," Dream says, and his grin glows at George's flush, "I didn't know you were so familiar with them."

"Shut up." For lack of a better response, all he can do is glower at his smirking- boyfriend? Best friend? Whatever they are. His heart is warm at the smile despite being flustered: it's been a while since Dream had smiled like that. "What are you planting?"

Dream turns his back again, jamming the hoe into the ground, raking it across fertile land. George admires his movements: he's strong, still, powerful, despite the bandages wrapped tight around his leg and his rigid, uncertain actions.

"Flowers," Dream tells him, voice feather light, "and beetroot. There's a bit of a food shortage, server-wide, apparently, so... I don't know. I found these seeds exploring. They aren't the nicest, but they give us food, at least."

"And the flowers?" The grass tickles his feet, crunching underneath his step when George ventures closer to Dream. It's dewdrop fresh, cold and crisp, and for a moment, he's a child again, meeting Dream for the first time in the depths of a forest. When he blinks, Dream comes back into focus. "I can't eat them."

"No. You can't." Dream offers him an unsure grin. It snags on the mismatched scar across his cheek, stretches it, almost painfully. "They're pretty, though." He pauses. "Like you."

George's heart blossoms.

"You're lame." Despite his deadpan words, he's smiling, reluctant, lovesick. "Come inside. You should eat too. You're not immortal, you know."

The look on Dream's face freezes and falls. George doesn't know what he's done wrong. But Dream is sucking in a breath before he can ask, and maybe he's a fool, but he wants one morning where things feel good. He's not going to risk asking anything that will ruin it.

"Alright," Dream says, "lead the way."

George turns, and it's not long before he hears Dream's boots follow him inside. The smell of home greets them: warm bread, fresh linen, and the scent of the forest hanging on the peripherals of his house.

Their house. Their home.

In front of Dream, keeping his head forward stubbornly, George's smile grows soft, happy.

He'll need to buy a vase for the flowers Dream grows.

#> au: mulberry kiss #> elm tag :) #> c!dnf #> sparrow's writing !!

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LoZ Febuwhump 2023 Masterpost

Malice Infection AU

Light Without Shadow AU

The Boy With A Mask collection

The Boy From Clock Town

Cremia wasn’t sure what to think of the young boy her sister had befriended. They seemed to get along well enough, shooting at those balloons Romani had set up the day before. There was just… something odd about him.

Link Almost Traumatises a Small Child

The man with the scars was back at the stable, and Haite was feeling curious.

Light Without Shadow

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

Link wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the cell. His hunger kept growing, gnawing away at his stomach and sense of time, clouding his mind until it was all he could think about. His new form had been a shock when he’d woken up and found himself on four feet instead of two, but he’d been trapped long enough to get somewhat used to it. He didn’t even know where he was or who had put him there— who would keep a wolf shackled in a cell and not even bother to feed it?

Shadow With Light

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

Stepping into Midna’s portal with her eyes closed, she opened them to the brightness of Lanyaru Spring, feeling the swell of light magic around her. Turning around to leave, she found her way blocked, a shadowy figure in the shape of a young man blocking her way, a long serrated sword in his hand. Unsheathing her own blade once more, she held it up, ready to defend herself.

Why The Hero’s Shade Lacks An Eye

Link gets a rather bad injury and is surprisingly relaxed about it.

-

“It’s not that bad!” he complained. “Hardly a scratch!”
The other man just sighed at him.
“I’m pretty sure that sword was cursed.”

Timeline 15

When Link plays the Song of Time to return to three days in the past, he and Tatl were not the only ones to remember the future.

-

Recovering from the Disruption, Entity: Majora first noted that the Disruption was temporal in nature. The time before Entity: Moon would reach Region: Termina was now c. 72 hours. Emotion: Anger increased.

Dreams of a Century

The dreams and nightmares of a century past, that fade so quickly upon waking.

-

The dream started again. This time it was less… overwhelming. It was peaceful, almost. He wandered through the open fields, with the sun shining down on him, even though he couldn’t feel it.

Fading Light

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

He felt the wound under his fingers, skin sliced open where the princess’s blade had cut across, and felt it slowly close up, the dark presence ever present in his mind turning its attention to him.

Drowning in Malice

Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t so tired, if he had chosen to stay the night in the ruins instead of wanting a warm meal and soft bed in a stable. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t so quiet around him, so he wouldn’t have been as surprised by the noise. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if he’d just approached the ruins from another direction that morning, taken a path that didn’t cross with that of a Yiga scout.

Seeing Through Malice

Wiping it off with his hand, he realised something odd. The substance sticking to his fingers was darker than it had any right to be, a familiar black stained through with that shimmering familiar pink shine.

The Boy Without a Family

She’d offered to let him stay at the shop once he mentioned not having anywhere to sleep. That wasn’t exactly true, but he didn’t think she’d react well to him telling her he’d planned to sleep on the bench by the laundry pool in the south of the town.

Shades of the Calamity

Link sees the ghosts left behind by the Great Calamity. All of them.

-

When the old man— King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule, as he was apparently called, a name he was already forgetting— revealed himself to Link, he was more surprised by the fact that he was a King than the fact he was a spirit. He wasn’t the only one he’d met on the Great Plateau after all.

You Meet Old Friends in the Oddest Places

Fighting mind-controlled soldiers is a bit harder when you know them personally.

-

Link was alone, confused, and soaking wet. He knew his uncle had wanted him to stay inside, but after hearing the princess call out to him in his dreams, he couldn’t just roll over and go back to sleep. He’d tried to tell himself that he just planned to catch up to his uncle, to tell him where Zelda was being held, but that illusion shattered when he snuck into Hyrule Castle through the sewers and found him lying against a wall, blood staining his shirt.

Malice-Laced Blood

Something was different now that the bandages were off, he could tell. He could almost feel the eyes on him from wherever the Yiga were hiding, the back of his neck prickling at the thought. With the familiar sound of air being displaced, he heard three of them teleport into the cell. Reacting on instinct and faintly-remembered training, he dodged their arms for a moment, before finding himself pinned to the wall.

After The Bossfight

Just because the Calamity has been defeated, doesn’t mean that they’re safe.

-

Watching her smile at the flowers that grew across Hyrule Field, and joyfully point out a fox she spotted moving between the trees, he finally started to relax. The Calamity had been defeated, the ominous swirls of malice around Hyrule Castle were dissipating, and the two of them could finally rest.

Blood on Your Blade

Vio is back in the Fire Temple. His sword is in his hand. Something is very very wrong.

Malice-Filled Moonlight

Was that what they wanted? To let Ganon take control of him, to make him a weapon that would turn on the kingdom that saw him as their last hope, just as the ancient Sheikah technology had done a century ago?

Open Seas

Link made a quick decision. Between the empty open sea, and a crew of pirates, the pirates might be willing to feed him.

Slipping Into Malice

Stepping forward, further into the forest, he realised that the large tree in the centre wasn’t a simple plant, as the eyes of the Great Deku Tree looked down at him. Then he spoke, telling him of the trial the sword would give him if he tried to draw it. Link looked down at his hands, still stained an unnatural dark purple. It was the only idea he had, so he’d take it, and just hope he was strong enough.

A Light in the Dark

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

Ganondorf hadn’t thought much of the wolf at first. It was odd to see it in the Twilight, but the intelligence it displayed told him it was no mere beast. Much like Ganondorf himself and the monsters he’d empowered when the Twilight fell over Hyrule, some power lying within the wolf had protected it.

He Who Draws The Blade

Once again he cursed his own impulsiveness. If he’d waited just a few minutes more to approach the Master Sword, he wouldn’t have been caught pulling it from its resting place, and he wouldn’t be here, dragged through richly decorated hallways by an overeager guard.

Trial of the Blade

Link pulls the Master Sword for the first time in a century. It leaves its marks.

Demonic Possession (But Like. In Reverse.)

Zelda discovers there’s some side effects to being stuck outside her own body for so long.

-

He’d been busy with his work as a train engineer, as she’d been with her work as a Princess, but they’d finally managed to find a time when their schedules lined up and they could meet. Not that she was going to tell anyone about it, she didn’t want to deal with the veritable army of guards that would likely be assigned to protect her outside the castle if she did.

Kid in Green

That kid was back in Kakariko again. He’d first shown up a few months ago, and apparently decided to make his way up Death Mountain for some reasons she still couldn’t understand. It was called Death Mountain for a reason.

Reborn From Malice

Part of him wanted to head back to the cave, back to the malice, but something else was pushing him to explore. At some point, he ran into a camp of small red monsters, and immediately tensed, expecting an attack. Instead, they welcomed him in, offering him food and chattering at him in a language he couldn’t understand.

Light in the Realm of Shadows

What would have happened if, rather than rescuing Link from the dungeon of Hyrule Castle, Midna had instead convinced Zelda herself to help her find the Fused Shadows?

-

She looked down at the blade she held in her hand. It still felt odd to wield the Master Sword, even when the voice within it had quietly whispered for her to draw it in the ruins of the Temple of Time. It reminded her of the old stories she’d been told as a child about the founding of Hyrule, about the Hero and the sword he wielded, and the First Zelda, who some called the mortal incarnation of Hylia.

Malice in the Water

One of the guards he’d brought with him carefully made her way over, before pulling it out of the river, revealing that the sharp blade at the end of the spear was coated with a dark layer of malice, the foul substance still slowly dripping from the end of it. The entire group tensed at the sight, reaching for their weapons on instinct.

Old Ties

Link froze as Ganondorf stepped into the room. He wasn’t meant to be wandering about Hyrule! He was meant to be staying in his annoyingly floaty castle until Link arrived to fight him! Their eyes met, hate meeting hatred.

“Well,” said Ganondorf, “you seem to be having some problems.”

“I wouldn’t be having them if you—“, Link moved to get himself into a more dignified position than hunched over his leg, “— if you hadn’t gone around cursing every temple in Hyrule”.

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Acquiesce (9)

Felix Hugo Fraldarius x F! Shez

Sylvain and Dimitri were waiting by the gates at camp. Shez and Felix were due to come back any moment now. Things at camp had been uneventful, thankfully, the kingdom army was not attacked by the mysterious mages and all the surveying missions in the last couple of days had been successful. In fact, there were enough supplies to expand some facilities but Shez was the one in charge of managing camp activities and services, so any projects regarding upgrades were paused until she came back.

Up ahead in the distance, two horses and their riders approached camp. Dimitri and Sylvain smiled as they recognized Felix's light blue cloak and Shez's purple hair. The heir to Gautier was excited for the pair's return, he wanted to see if his little plan of setting up his friends together had come into fruition. Just think about it, four full days together on horseback and two days for a mission- that was nearly a week that Shez and Felix spent almost every moment of the day together! And Sylvain didn't even know that they slept in the same room for most of those nights. Sylvain's younger self would have had a field day just at the thought of being in that situation, even now he would enjoy a break like that, but his main interest was seeing how Felix dealt with it.

When they were in the academy, Sylvain once heard Felix say that he would always be more comfortable holding a sword than a woman's hand. And that had stayed the same, Felix never pursued romance in any way, shape, or form. Sylvain doubted his friend would be interested in it even if there wasn't an ongoing war and they had finished their year at the Officers Academy. Sure, one could argue that a war is not the best time to set people up, but Shez was able to break through Felix's defensive demeanor easily and Felix did not budge, it was a unique opportunity under the disguise of Felix wanting a capable sparring partner.

Shez was almost the perfect candidate for this too. She was an amazing warrior who could outmatch many people at camp, but was never overly smug about it. The commander was easygoing and pretty, and as far as the possibility of Felix ever being interested into holding her hand... well she could summon a sword to her hand out of thin air. There was a little logic to that, right?

Sylvain chuckled at his own thoughts and redirected his attention at the pair now getting off their horses.

Dimitri and Sylvain welcomed them warmly, like good friends should. The two travelers looked tired, their clothes were a bit dirty, their faces coated with a light layer of sweat, some redness from hours under the sun, and there were shadows of eye bags under their eyes from lack of proper sleep. Noticing this, Dimitri ushered the pair to the war room at the center of camp to discuss the mission and go over Felix's reports over the current situation in northern Faerghus. The sooner they took care of official business, the sooner they would rest.

The briefing took a little over an hour, all important things were covered- including the announcement to not engage with dark mages throughout the kingdom. As much as Sylvain wanted to dive right in and pester Felix about his trip, he knew he should at least have the courtesy of letting him eat first. Dedue had offered to cook the pair a meal once the meeting was over, Shez's eye filled with a hopeful glimmer immediately after and made a beeline to the mess hall after the meeting, Felix following after but with less enthusiasm. The young Gautier would have to wait for another time to interrogate his friend, maybe he should get Rodrigue to ask Shez as well, much like when he first put his plan into action.

...

It has been a few days after Felix and Shez came back to camp. Both of them have assimilated back into their regular routines and activities but something was off. Felix was around the commander often for war meetings and sometimes chores but ever since they returned to camp she's been so busy. Seemingly every time Felix wanted to spar, someone else needed the commander's help. First she was helping Ashe carry produce, then helping Sylvain with some dark magic thing, then the next day she went to help local children with Mercedes.

Sylvain has seen Felix training with the soldiers from Duscur, he seemed satisfied to learn their techniques, but after 3 days he can almost predict every practice match- there's no surprises, no thrill, no competition. At this point he would even train with the boar to feel some challenge. Sylvain had an inkling feeling that Felix was bothered by the fact that he hasn't been able to spar with Shez in a couple of days. Dealing with the almost riot in the north actually eased his duties as duke, which left him with more time to train but even that was not quite feeling right.

And so the young Gautier kept a watchful eye on his friend, knowing well that bothering Felix right now would end in either humiliating defeat after a sparring match or an equally hurtful response. Sylvain noticed how Felix tried to approach Shez in the last few days only to turn on his heel the moment he saw she was busy. The first two days it was normal, everyone is busy at camp and Felix could understand the commander could not spar. But the third? the fourth? By the fifth day Sylvain could clearly see the scowl on the young duke's face as he turned away to train alone. Felix's friend doubted that Felix himself was aware of his recent behavior, but lately it seemed to him like Felix was almost subconsciously seeking the commander- either that or it was too much of a coincidence. For example, walking by the gates to camp just as she came back with fresh produce with Ashe, lurking about the tactics instructor just when Shez was there, or walking slowly coming out of the war room and passing by the commander's tent.

Sylvain smirked. At least for now, it seemed his plan was working on Felix's part. Then again it was Felix he was dealing with here, so Sylvain did not wish to consider a success until he had concrete proof of the results.

Felix stood in the training grounds facing the outer fence as to not have to look at the soldiers training, he swung his sword over and over in powerful movements. Some people might have thought he was practicing technique, or letting out some steam- well that wasn't exactly wrong. Swordsmanship has always been something Felix could find pleasure in, the technique, the blades, the battle; every aspect of it fascinated him since he was a child. But lately that satisfaction dwindled a bit, and his pursue to spar with a worthwhile opponent proved... well he didn't know what to call it. There were many powerful opponents in camp but Felix grew bored of them quickly, they weren't like a mercenary, they were not someone who would keep him engaged and guessing for the next move, they weren't Shez.

There lied his main frustration. He felt ridiculous hunting around for the commander just to ask her to spar. Felix had a moment of kinship with the commander in his trip, but now he felt like a child following their new friend around blindly. He was not a child, he was fully grown and there was an ongoing war. This was no time to act like this, yet every time Shez was busy, deep inside, Felix felt a little dejected. Going back to his tent at the end of the day only made this worse, the piece of Fraldarius lumber leaning on his small table mocking him for carrying it all the way to camp. What was he thinking? What was his plan? In the spur of the moment he thought he could make a sword out of it, but for who? He could reminisce on this all he wanted but the truth of the matter was that he thought he could make it for the commander's irritated hands, so they could spar more often- and this realization made him swing his sword harder.

But this. Was. It. He never bothered to make silly gifts for Sylvain or the boar or Ingrid, he would burn the wood next time he needed to stay up late. And maybe this brief recession of training with Shez was a good thing! If he wanted to grow stronger he could not become dependent on one sparring partner, he should spar with as many opponents as needed to truly hone his craft. What's more, next time Shez asks to spar he will just reject her and look for another person to figh-

"Hey Felix, got a second? I was wondering if you wanted to scout the nearby waterfront."

"...hmph. I'll go if you win."

#fe3h #felix fire emblem #felix hugo fraldarius #felix hugo fraldarius x shez #few3h #shelix #shez fire emblem #shezlix #felix x shez #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem warriors 3 hopes #fire emblem x shez

[iviarellereads]

The Eye of the World, Chapter 33 - The Dark Waits

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Wheel of Time, read this one!)

(Heron-marked sword icon) In which the timeline gets hecky but it's okay, we're all grownups and able to handle that, right?

Under a leaden sky the high-wheeled cart bumped east along the Caemlyn Road. Rand pulled himself out of the straw in back to look over the side. It was easier than it had been an hour earlier. His arms felt as if they might stretch instead of drawing him up, and for a minute his head wanted to keep on going and float away, but it was easier.(1)

Rand and Mat are riding in a cart belonging to a Hyam Kinch, suspicious of any and all passers-by, particularly merchant carts. Mat's still light-sensitive after staring straight at that Power-strong lightning, wearing a scarf over his eyes to dim the light a little. He asks if Rand is feeling better. Rand worries that feeling better so fast might not be a gift of the Light.

Thirty two men on horseback pass them by, nodding respectfully at Master Kinch. Rand asks who they are, and Kinch says they're Queen's Guards, keeping the peace and the Queen's laws. Where are they from, that they don't know what Queen's Guards look like? Rand slips and says the Two Rivers. He's still not thinking clearly, after his illness.

Kinch stops and tells them this is as far as he goes. He offers to let them rest with him for a day or two, they won't miss much in that time and he and his wife have had near about every illness before. Rand thanks him for the offer, but they do have to get on, and Kinch tells him where his farm is, and that nothing's like to find them there.(2)

Flashback to escaping Four Kings. Mat is nearly blind in the darkness after the lightning strike, and can barely walk upright. They make it out of town, far enough to hide in a bush and sleep. Rand dreams of Baa again, who shows him a dead-looking Gode figure, and says Rand belongs to him, one way or another. Rand says no, he belongs to himself, not the Dark One, not ever. Baa rewards the Gode-shade with oblivion to make a point that he has more control over death than life, but even if Rand dies, one way or another, he'll be in Baa's hands eventually.

Rand and Mat wake, Mat crying that Baa took his eyes, and Rand comforts him, that he can't hurt them.

About an hour's walk outside of town, a farmer stops to offer them a ride. Rand was too distracted to hide, and can't refuse without possibly offending him, so he helps Mat up beside the farmer up front, and Rand in the back. The farmer, Alpert Mull, mostly just wants some company on the ride, and someone to talk to. When he has to turn off the Caemlyn Road, he gives them two scarves, saying it's hard times, you never know who to trust, he's not a good man and can't offer them a place to stay, but he can give them something to keep the dust out of their mouths. Rand tells him he is a good man, and they part ways.(3)

That night they do stop at an inn, but they don't offer to play flute or juggle. The price is steep, but they need the food and the rest. In the morning, all's well, and Mat can see a little again. They're eating breakfast, when a young man comes in and asks to sit with them. When he says this isn't his idea, and he doesn't want to be here, Mat growls "Darkfriend." They tell this Paitr to leave them alone, and tell his friends to leave them alone, too. Paitr yells that the Shadow will swallow them, and the innkeeper drops his broom, finally hearing the conversation. The boys get out of the inn, and Mat worries that they knew they were there. Rand says if Baa knew they were at that inn, he wouldn't have left the job to some snivelling kid like Paitr.(4)

They hear rumours about the incident from each of the six short rides they get through that day, never realizing that these two are the ones who exposed the Darkfriend, and each rumour more ridiculous than the last, some even saying that if the Queen won't stop the Darkfriends, maybe the Children of the Light should be asked.

They reach another village, with just one inn, and Mat says he's up for a juggle as long as he doesn't get too fancy. Rand's getting really tired, so they offer their performances to the innkeep. The inn's full but he'll do what he can.

The cook and his helpers ignored Rand and Mat. Mat kept adjusting the scarf around his head, pushing it up, then blinking at the light and tugging it back down again. Rand wondered if he could see well enough to do anything more complicated than juggle three balls. As for himself. . . . The queasiness in his stomach grew thicker. He dropped on a low stool, holding his head in his hands. The kitchen felt cold. He shivered. Steam filled the air; stoves and ovens crackled with heat. His shivers became stronger, his teeth chattering. He wrapped his arms around himself, but it did no good. His bones felt as if they were freezing. Dimly he was aware of Mat asking him something, shaking his shoulder, and of someone cursing and running out of the room. Then the innkeeper was there, with the cook frowning at his side, and Mat was arguing loudly with them both. He could not make out any of what they said; the words were a buzz in his ears, and he could not seem to think at all.

Mat leads Rand outside and explains that if the innkeeper kicked them out, Mat promised to lead Rand through the common room, and show that someone sick had been there. So they've got accommodations in the stable, at least. Rand cycles through fever and chills. Mat runs off, and comes back with some food and water. There's no Wisdom here, but the woman who's their equivalent is off birthing a baby somewhere.

Rand has nightmares and hallucinations. First he sees Baa and some Myrddraal. Egwene saying they're all dead because he abandoned them. Moiraine telling him he has no choice but to go to Tar Valon. Thom telling him he should do anything but trust Aes Sedai. Lan asking if he's worthy of the blade. Perrin, the people from Baerlon, but the worst vision was Tam, just staring at him, frowning.

In the morning, Rand's fever has broken. He wakes to a woman(5) coming into the stable, she says to look at her horse, but… is he ill? She has some knowledge. Her manner doesn't belong here, and he doesn't trust her, but he can't stop her coming near, feeling his forehead. She says he was sick, but still weak as a kitten, and if not for Mat waking at that moment, she'd have killed Rand easily. Mat restrains her, and Rand notes that her dagger is burning the wood it dug into.

Mat threatens her with his own dagger, and she doesn't move as he retrieves her knife. Rand tells Mat no, as he realizes Mat means to kill her. Mat argues that she's a Darkfriend, and Rand says that's so, but they're not. Mat pushes her into the tack room as she talks about why they need to give in, etc etc. When she mentions a Myrddraal, Mat closes the door in her face and bars it.

Mat pulls Rand to his feet, and between them they make their way out of town, nobody paying them much attention, with all the other strangers making their way to Caemlyn, too. Just a mile out of town, though, Rand's strength gives out. That's where Hyam Kinch picks them up.

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(1) So, Rand definitely Channeled and his sickness is probably intense because that was a real big'un. (2) There are good people in the world, even in dark times, and even when all seems lost. (3) A lot of people get a little confused here, because that's exactly the line Rand thought of when the scarves were first mentioned in the first page of chapter 31. There's a little timeline wibble here, but I believe RJ wanted to play with our sense of time on this long stretch of road, the same way Rand's channeling sickness and Mat's dagger taint are playing with theirs. It's fine, it's vibes, don't worry about it too hard. (4) Rand is smarter than some folk give him credit for. (5) Every Darkfriend in Andor seems to have been put on alert to keep an eye out for these two, poor souls. I'm gonna have to tag it, so: despite us not being told her name in this chapter, the truly obsessive about the series know this is Mili Skane. She gets her own entry in the encyclopedia and everything. (We're a thorough bunch, even with 2700 characters to keep track of.)

#wheel of time #wot #the wheel of time #twot #the eye of the world #eye of the world #eotw #teotw #wot heron marked blade icon #rand al'thor #mat cauthon #hyam kinch #alpert mull #innkeeper allwine #paitr conel #ba'alzamon #mili skane

[envys-stories]

Busy day so here is the backstory for my tiefling rogue I played in a few one-shots last fall

Born to a powerful teifling general and a royal hand servant, Akaria is no stranger to the decadence of the rich and powerful. As a child she brushed shoulders with royals, but became quickly bitter at the privileged lives they led that she could not afford. As she matured she often found herself amongst the children of nobles by day and servants at night, causing her to learn the value of different personas among the classes. When she was 14 she was apprenticed to a blacksmith. Before a season had passed, she started cheating soldiers out of their coin at cards while they waited for their swords and armor to be repaired. At 17 she was sent to a boarding school for young ladies in order to give her a sense of morality, when the master blacksmith realized her winnings were not just luck. While at the boarding school, paid by her earnings at cards, she developed a fast friendship with the daughter of a powerful nobleman from the south. Her stay at the boarding school lasted for four years, longer than anyone expected. By all rights she should have graduated, except that she would sneak out in the evenings to frequent taverns and perfect her skills at games of chance. In the spring of her 21st birthday, the headmistress caught her in the attic with the nobleman’s daughter. They were both expelled, and akarias first love was quickly married off to a minor baron, never for them to meet again. Now above the age where she could be apprenticed, Akaria set off to find anyone who would take her in. She was met with little success, until an early fall evening in a tavern when she got bold and swindled a years worth of profit from a local farmer. The farmer, understandably upset, gathered other local men she had cheated in the past months and began a fight. Some hours later, she found herself bloodied and bruised in an alley, without a cent to her name. This was when she met perhaps the most important person in her life- Malimortus Xai, head of the local thieves guild. Malimortus had heard of Akari’s gambling skill and had been watching her for several months. Impressed by her perseverance, he offered her an apprenticeship of a nontraditional nature. He would train her in the art of disguise, forgery, stealth, and other illicit trades, if she killed the head of another guild before the years end. Akari refused at first. Malimortus visited her at the tavern every evening, beating her at her own con, until she accepted his terms. That night, she broke into the home of the head of the merchants guild, an old man who lived alone and remained the head of the guild out of tradition while his son truly ran the guild. She slit his throat in his sleep, and left thanking whatever god had favored her that night that he chose to live alone. Akaria spent the next four years training with Malimortus, and the two of them became more jaded against the nobles akaria once was so familiar with. The culmination of her training was a plot with Malimortus to steal as much as they could carry from the nobles manor vault. It was all going according to plan until they were leaving the manor, when (due to an unfortunate bout of the stomach flu among the the guard) the guards changed post an hour early, with the chief wizard filling in for the patrol. When he caught them, he immediately knew who Malimortus was and used a powerful spell to erase his memories, as he had a bounty of 5,000 gp as reward for incapacitating him. Unfortunately, the edge of the blast caught Akaria, leaving her with some skills remaining intact; and others at the level of a novice apprentice. On the eve of the winter solstice, Malimortus was publicly executed, leaving Akaria with a burning hatred for the nobles, and a vow to one day return and ruin the lives the nobles and the wizard who took her mentor from her. Until then, she is in search of adventure and allies to gain the skills and forces to take down the nobles and take their place.

#dnd #dnd character #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #writing #writeblr

[luimagines]

You Give Him a Massage Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Hyrule, Legend and Sky

Content under the cut!

Hyrule

It was a long day. One that everyone nearly collapsing over themselves at the end of it. You were thankful that there wasn’t a lot battle that you had to do but that didn’t make it any harder to keep awake at the end of the day.

The group finally settled down to break camp but you couldn’t muster up the energy to help them sat anything up.

Looking around, it looked to be the general consensus of the rest of the group. No was willing to do anything. Wild takes out a flaming sword and makes the camp fire by striking a bunch of wood and calls it good.

He makes kabobs and that your meal for the night. 

You’re tired enough to find that you don’t really care for the lack of everything.

You sit by a tree, watching everyone half hazzardly throw round their bed rolls and flop into them for the night. You plan on staying up a little bit longer. At least until it finally becomes the hour your normally sleep at. You don’t plan on tossing away your sleep schedule that way. It would take weeks to get it back on track if you did. 

Wild goes to bed. Wind was the first to fall asleep. Sky follows his example within minutes. Warrior and Time struggle to decide which one of them goes to bed first since someone still has to take the first watch. Legend offers to do it just so they both shut up but he’s ignored.

Hyrule throws his bed roll close to you and flops down just like the others. It’s a little funny how similar they all are even if they don’t to do it. It makes you giggle

Hyrule looks up at the sound with a cross face. “What?”

“Nothing. Good night, Link.”

His face softens and he scoots closer to you. He places his head on your lap, making himself comfortable. You snort. “Better?”

“Yes.” He grins.

With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you put your hand sin his hair, carding through his locks gently before you start massing his scalp. You can see the way the stress of the day melts off of his with every pass of your hand. “...That’s nice...”

“Good night, Link.” You repeat yourself. Distantly, you think that you’re also going to have to sleep soon and you’re going to have to figure out how to get the boy off of you without waking him up- but that’s a problem for future you.

You keep massaging his scalp, taking quiet wonder at how soft his hair is despite the lack of up keep.

Your subtle, minute motions lulls you into a deep calm as well. You think you see Four awake still, even though he’s lying down. Twilight is also up against a tree on the other side of the camp but he’s huddled into himself. That’s going to be a horrible position to wake up if he stays asleep like that. You don’t want the same thing to happen to you.

You can feel yourself nodding off despite yourself.

You have to move Hyrule. You have to lay down before you also fall asleep against the tree. How do you move Hyrule without waking him up in the process?

You fall asleep with Hyrule still in your lap.

Legend

Legend growls somewhere off to your right.

You look over to him curiously.

Legend’s been rubbing the side of his head for a while now. His face is twisted in pain and his hair has been mused up in the process. His cheeks are pink and his hat is about to half off of his head from everything he’s doing.

You frown. “Legend, are you ok?”

He hisses but looks to you. In an instant his gaze softens when his eyes land on you. He had looked borderline angry before, but you’re thankful to know that it has nothing to do with you. “...I have a headache... hurts...”

You’re heart hurts for him. “How bad it is?”

“Bad.” He says. “I feel like someone is trying to cave in my skull with a hammer.”

You open your mouth.

“Not that anyone’s tried to do that before.” Legend eyes you tiredly before you can speak.

You press your lips into a thin line. Now’s not the time for poorly judged jokes. “I can help.”

Legend gets almost a pleading look on his face. “Really?”

“I can try.” You amend. Walking towards him, you take off his hat and urge him to sit down nearby. “Just let me know if you want me to stop, ok?”

“...ok..” He says, clearly willing to do anything if it means relief from his headache.

You start by gently running your hands through his hair. It takes a minute or two but Legend’s shoulder eventually fall from their hunched position. From there you start to rub small circles into his scalp, now that you’ve cleared away more of the tangles from his hair.

You start small, a little worried about the pressure you’d put on his already sore head but with time you gradually get firmer. You try to keep the pressure slow and steady, going in circles around his head.

It doesn’t take too long before you seem to find the area that’s been bugging him the most and focus in on it.

A small sound leaves Legend and you pause. “All good?”

“Mm-hm.” He hums and slowly moves his head this way and that. A beat passes and you see his face contort again.

You take that as your queue to start up again since the pain had returned. “Have you had any water today, Vet?”

You didn’t think he heard you until he finally makes a noise of acknowledgment. “...I think...”

“Hm.” You’re not impressed. “I’m going to go get you something to drink and if this happened because you were dehydrated then I’m going to yell at you.”

“Please don’t.”

“I make no promises.”

Sky

“Ow.”

You ignored it the first time.

“Ow.”

You ignored it the second time.

“Ow.” He hissed for the third time.

You sighed and looked over. “Sky? What on earth are you doing?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He bit his lip, trying to whittle a piece a wood into submission. You’re not entirely sure what it is he’s trying to make but he looks like he’s struggling with it. His hand makes a move and he hisses again. “Ow- by the three-!”

He drops the knife to his lap and cradles his hand. He seems to be pressing his thumb into the palm of his hand.

You move over to his side and take his hand. “You’re learning their figures of speech.”

“Completely on accident on assure you.” He growls, pouting as he watches your movements.

You bring his hand closer to you, tucking it close and slowly kneading into the palm of his hand. You can already see the problem. There’s a muscle out of place. Whether it’s twisted or stretched, you’re not sure. But it looks painful.

“How did you manage to do this?” You whisper to yourself, bordering on horrified.

Sky hears you anyway. “I’m not entirely sure. I just woke up this morning and it was like that. It doesn’t bother me too much, only when I move it a certain way.”

You grunt and keep up with kneading into his hand. Sky bites on his lip when you go particularly deep and squirms in his seat. You look up and tilt you head. “Hurt?”

“That time. Yes.” He keeps his hand limp in your hand at least, trying to not make it harder for you. “You don’t have to do this.”

“If someone doesn’t help you fix it, you’re going to make it worse.” You don’t leave room for argument. “What on earth are you thinking? Why would you be whittling? Clearly your hand needs to rest instead so that it can get better from whatever the hack happened to it.”

Sky at least has the decency to appear a little sheepish. “...I’m bored.”

“And dumb.” You flick his forehead.

“Hey now...”

“Hush.” You grin, not letting him defend himself. “It’s out of love and you know it.”

“Yes, I feel very loved right now.” Sky rolls his eyes, relaxing a little more as time goes by. Little by little, you’re moving the muscle in his hand back into place and it’s hurting him less and less. “...Thank you...”

You snort. “You’re very welcome.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #this prompt got harder and harder to write as i went down the list #DX #I'm sorry if it's not that good #Sky's was fighting me #it so short #I'm sorry

[ordersreality]

Mjǫðvitnir ‘Wolf’

Against the Cult of the Reptile God

armor, +2: Góðmennska, Silvered battleaxe/hammer, silvered; short sword +1.

Wolf, traveling from Hochoch, carrying some theogenic slag for an agricultural cult in Orin, just east of Stubole. While the slag’s legality will vary by crown, other parties would love to get a hold of it without paying. The contract is worth more than just silver.

He crosses the Realstream quickly, being a shallow draft. A meandering caravan track follows the south side of a creak. A largely deforested plane has a cottonwood pod here and there. The mid-autumn breeze does little to worry his djypish skin.

He has traveled for several days, passing through uninhabited territory, worried only a little by the lack of shrubs to shelter in and refresh his body.

After several days of traveling east he comes upon a more prosperous farming community. The barley is ripening while a goatherd cleans a fallow field in preparation for spring planting.

Late on the fourth afternoon traveling from Hochoch he spies a fair sized disordered hamlet. A temple enclosed in stone-brick walls and stately elms dominate the hamlet, as does a cultivated duck pond in the center. A worn sign post tells him he has found Orlane.

To the north he sees a rich grove of elm trees. To the south several wood buildings beckon the weary traveler.

While they seem empty, an inn with a tavern seems suitable for supper and news. As he passed the goat farm [4] and what looks like community housing [3]. He works through any news he might share to pay for more.

Ever vigilant he notes the unkempt state of the building. The smell of pottage and bread are wholesome enough. He tucks Goðmennska securely to his travel pack and sets his flint knife in easy reach on his belt. He checks to be sure the horn tip he built to replace one broken still sat secure as he entered the tavern.

Moderate review of the place told him he was early, and the publican didn’t think very highly of the new arrival. Sun would set in a few hands, and the lonely place ought to see some regulars.

The publican sets a bowl of pottage—greens, barley, meat—and a pint of aled water, side of double bake. He forms a circle with his right thumb and index finger and taps that palm with all four of his left fingers. A bit much, but, four shillings passed over. Wolf makes a point of thanking the man, first in his mother’s tongue, then in the common, like he forgot anyone still spoke it.

Wolf gestures a friendly greeting at three very quiet locals sitting in a corner near a cold fire pit.

An hour later, food eaten—it would pass—water finished, the publican offers to refill it. The offer of a room for the night seemed a little too hopeful.

Wolf1 sensing something odd turned it down, claiming claustrophobia2. Though only seventeen the young djyp has learned, the hard way, that his gut will sense danger before his head will.

The publican went about his business. Bertram—he learns the name—is chatting quietly with the cook, Snigrot? What kind of name is that?

Three more hands passed and the clientele grew by five, artisans from the look.

Well, Wolf didn’t come to this tavern just to eat this nourishing but tasteless gruel. He fetched his cards and began shuffling. None seemed interested in a game.

Sun sat, a cool breeze brought the homey scent of barely. Wolf felt the weight of several days journey and wanted to sleep. An itch at the depth of his mind told him something wicked was at play3. He gathered his bags, dropped five kips on the table, and left. The fog of sleep quickly dissipated.

An elm grove to the north looked promising. Wolf found a nice, dry blackberry bramble with more than enough room and all the berries harvested. While setting out his bedroll he notices a weasel studying him. Wolf offered the critter some fish jerky, at least a token against ill will4. Accepted with much trepidation at the stranger’s hand.

The thing took off with it.

Wolf arranged the vines at the space he entered, and settled in.

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1 Insight 16+4

2 Deception 9+2

3 Insight 8+4

4 Animal Handling 1+2

#fan fiction #tolkien #rpg #order of realities #role play #roleplay #survival crafts #monster hunters int #roleplaying games

[freechildflower]

What is a Veteran?

Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.

Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.

You can't tell a vet just by looking.

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

They are the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".

"It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, Who salutes the flag, Who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag."

Father Denis Edward O'Brien/USMC

[emma1998sblog]

A Year In The Making

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It's been a whole year since that fateful night. The four of us have continued to travel from Kingdom to Kingdom. We only have mere weeks until we return to Kaer Morhen for the winter.

During the past year, I have been in charge of the cooking and caring for Roach, Jaskier was tasked with cleaning our clothing and gracing us with his songs. Ciri is responsible for getting our dinners each night while Geralt brought in the coin with his monster hunting. Our little group worked.

We had reached Rinde late last night and thankfully, managed to find an inn that had two rooms left. Geralt promptly ordered Ciri and Jaskier into one room before taking my hand and pulling me into the other room.

"Good night, Aunt Y/N!"

Ciri calls out as their door closes. I sigh as Geralt closes the door to our room, immediately discarding of his armour. He was tired and sore from his last fight with a monster that I couldn't remember the name of.

"You're overworking yourself again."

I tell him, watching as he plops down onto the bed and reaches down to take off his boots. I sigh and approach him, climbing onto the bed behind him and placing my hands onto his shoulders and working my fingers into his knots.

He grunts in pleasure and leans back against me as I work. I smile and press my lips to the top of his hair.

"You are good to me."

He comments and I smile, my cheeks heating up in a blush. After a few minutes of blissful silence, I hear heavy snores coming out of his mouth and I frown, only just noticing the full weight of his body against mine as he fell to sleep against me.

With a smile, I gently lower him onto the mattress, placing a pillow under his head before covering him with the blanket.

I get myself ready for bed before curling up beside him, his arm wrapping around my waist instinctively.

🐺

When I wake up the next morning, I am alone in bed. Geralt side was still warm, meaning he wasn't far gone.

I get myself up and dressed before grabbing my things and making my way out of the room. I make my way down stairs where I can hear Jaskier and Ciri talking.

As I reach the bottom of the steps, I see Jaskier and Ciri eating breakfast while Geralt sat beside them, drinking ale. With a sigh, I make my way over to them.

"Morning."

I say, taking a seat beside Ciri as Geralt is sat beside Jaskier. Ciri turns to me with a smile while Jaskier nods in my direction.

"Aunt Y/N! Did you sleep well? Do you want some breakfast?"

She asks and I send her a smile, but, shake my head.

"I'm not that hungry, thank you, Ciri."

I say and she frowns. This catches the attention of Geralt, who raises his eyes to look at me. I look back at him.

"You not eating?"

He asks, but, I shake my head, immediately wincing at the pain. Yep, my headaches are still a thing until I can learn to fully master my powers.

"Herbs?"

Geralt asks, but, once again, I lightly shake my head. He sighs, downing the rest of his ale before standing up. He grabs his sword and trots out of the inn, all of us confused as we watch after him.

"Where is he going?"

Jaskier asks.

"I wish I knew."

I say before accepting the water that Ciri had offered me.

🐺

Just over an hour later, Geralt returns. Ciri and Jaskier were playing a game of sorts while I sat in the darkest corner of the inn with a book Ciri had lent me and a tankard of tea.

Geralt spots me and immediately makes a beeline for me. I look up as he approaches and offer him a smile.

He plops a huge bag of herbs onto the table and my eyes widen as he sits beside me and motions for a tankard of ale. I pick it up.

"Geralt, this must have cost a fortune!"

I exclaim and he shrugs, pulling me to his side where he kisses my temple.

"Hopefully, this will last you for our travels."

He says and I frown, turning to him as his ale appears.

"Travels?"

I ask him and he nods, lifting the tankard to his lips.

"Now that Cintra has been rebuilt and Ciri can return, we are taking her home, taking you home. Whatever powers you possess, answers lie there... Queen."

He says and I sigh, glancing over at Ciri.

"I guess I had to claim my throne sooner or later. I will say this, Geralt. No matter what happens, us four are sticking together. I love you and I'll be damned if I'm told to marry another. If anyone is going to be King of Cintra, it'll be Geralt Of Rivia."

I ramble on before freezing, realising what I had said. Before I could correct myself, Geralt kisses me, his hand cupping my jaw.

"I don't know how Cintra will feel about a Witcher King, but, if it means I get to stay with you and with Ciri, I'll take it."

He says and I smile, kissing him again.

"Am I really going home?"

Ciri's voice questions and we pull away to see her and Jaskier standing in front of us. Geralt nods.

"It's time."

He says and Ciri smiles happily while Jaskier shrugs.

"I guess a palace is slightly better than a forest floor."

He says and I giggle.

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[ynscrazylife]

Carol danvers x reader (royal AU) where like.. Carol is a knight/warrior and reader is a princess?

Connected by the Constellations

Summary: Knight Carol and Princess Y/N are connected by the constellations of the sky.

Prompt: “The knight doesn’t know when it started, but every time he is on night watch, the princess joins him for a talk, claiming she is just unable to fall asleep.” By @creativepromptsforwriting

Authors Note: Second fic of my AU Event!

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Carol would quite literally thank her lucky stars when she was assigned night duty. All the other knights despised it - having to stand for hours in the dark when they should be sleeping? No, thank you. For the blonde, though, she was more than ready to offer herself up when their Captain asked for volunteers.

It wasn’t like it required much of her to do, anyway. She’d stand atop the walls beneath two out of four of the castle towers, looking over the courtyard until her shift was over. It wasn’t difficult, and although Carol preferred to use her strengths as a Knight - jousting, defending - it gave her a unique and rare opportunity:

To look at the sky.

Ever since she was a kid she loved it. The sky was enormous and at nighttime the stars would light it up like nightlights. For Carol, connecting the stars to form the constellations was her favorite form of puzzle. As a result, more often than not, instead of watching the courtyard, her gaze was pulled upward, in a way that it appeared as if she was defying gravity.

It was for that reason that on one spring night, her shifts from then on would be changed forever. Carol had been yearning at the sky as usual, which was why she didn’t hear the pitter-patter of slippers against the stone approaching her. She didn’t even realize that she had been joined by someone until their lavender fragrance wafted into her nose.

One blink and she was on alert, immediately unsheathing her sword, standing back, and pressing the tip of it to who was sure to be her attacker’s neck. Only when the person let out a mangled yelp did Carol realize who this was, and her eyes widened before she hastily pulled her sword far, far away.

“Your highness!”

Composing herself, the Princess straightened her posture, forcing out a dignified laugh. “Knight,” she greeted, curtseying.

“Please accept my deepest apologies, Your Highness. I mistook you for an attacker,” Carol explained, bowing her head.

Shaking her head, the Princess retained a polite smile. “It is fine. I’m glad that our Knights are on high alert. You are just doing your job,” she brushed aside, in such a leaderlike, future Queen-like, voice that it must’ve been drilled into her by her parents and teachers. “I just came by to look at the stars since I couldn’t sleep . . . Is that Orion?” She turned to the sky, pointing out a constellation.

Narrowing her eyes, Carol blinked, finding that the Princess was correct. Biting her tongue to stop herself from wording this poorly, she said, “Yes, it is. I didn’t know that Princesses were taught about the sky, Your Highness.”

Y/N chuckled, letting her true laugh ring, her true voice accompanying it. “I studied the stars in any free time I had when I was younger - and still do now,” she said.

This sparked the Knight’s interest. They launched into a conversation, discussing all the constellations they could see. It began that every night the Knight was on duty, the Princess would join her, murmuring about how she wasn’t able to sleep, even though they both knew that it wasn’t true. Still, the Knight didn’t stop her and the Princess didn’t allow herself to be stopped. After about the third or fourth visit or so, they began a contest of who could spot as many constellations as they could first. There was no prize and neither kept count, but it allowed them to talk for hours until the Knight’s shift was over or the Princess retreated to her quarters.

This went on for months, and neither had any intention of stopping. Their conversations grew into topics other than the sky, although they’d always come back to that, and they learned a lot about each other from it. At some point, the Princess started calling the Knight “Carol” and the Knight started calling the Princess “Y/N”. Although such informalities felt strange at first, with each other, they soon grew accustomed to and comfortable with it.

Then, one night, Y/N did not show. There was no way exactly for Carol to tell that she was late, for there was no clock outside, but as the breeze grew colder and the other guards grew tired, Carol could tell that there was something - someone - missing.

This set her off. She had never been so comfortable with someone than she was with the Princess. Anxiously, Carol craned her neck back to watch the entrance that Y/N came from. It was quiet. Abandoned. Give her a few more minutes, Carol told herself. She was a member of the Royal family. Perhaps she just got busy or fell asleep early.

That never happens, her conscience told her.

After a couple more agonizing minutes of rocking side-to-side slowly, the Knight decided she couldn’t just stand there when something could be wrong. Her duty was to take care of the Royal family, wasn’t it? She had to do that.

Hoping the other Knights were too tired or bored to notice, she crept over to Y/N’s usual entrance, which led to a winding, steep staircase. With her clanky boots, she made more noise than she would have liked to, but descended down it all the less. Leaving the little tower, she saw the palace’s library nearby.

From their talks she knew that Y/N would go there to study frequently, or use it as an oasis to get away from the chaos of being a royal - it wouldn’t hurt to check there.

Walking inside, Carol was adamant to make as little noise as possible. It would be a dishonor to disrupt Y/N’s quiet, safehaven. At first, she figured that no one could be there, with all the lights out. Then, something shining out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning, she had to squint to make out a small lamp.

Gravitating towards it like a bug would, Carol made out Y/N’s outline as she approached. Y/N had her back faced to her, one hand supporting her chin and the other resting on an open book. Rounding the table, Carol noticed that the book had a photo of the night sky on it, with stars dotting it. That brought a small smile to her face, until she looked up to see Y/N asleep. She must have just fallen asleep, as the arm supporting her wasn’t limp yet, but would be soon.

Wanting to prevent her face from smashing into the book, Carol quickly reached out and shook her shoulder. That little touch was enough to jostle her and quickly, Y/N reentered consciousness. Her eyes went wide as she first saw Carol and then when she saw the book. “I didn’t mean to - I need to study,” she said, pushing back her chair and almost throwing herself at the nearest shelf, scouring it.

Blinking in slight shock, Carol followed her. “Study for what?” She asked, watching her fumble through the books, a couple falling onto the floor.

When Y/N’s only response was a mutter about how mad her teacher was going to be, Carol decided to step in. Narrowly avoiding getting hit with a book as it flew off the shelf, she grabbed Y/N’s wrists, forcing her to take a pause.

“Whatever this is, it needs to stop. You need to rest,” Carol said, not bothering to stuff her concern behind her usual tough exterior.

Y/N shook her head, struggling against Carol’s tight grip. “No, no. I have a test. I need - to - study.”

After a brief back-and-forth, the two ended up mere inches away from each other. With her tiredness, Y/N’s attempts grew weaker, but she was still adamant. It only got through to her when she realized the effect this was having on Carol, her blonde hair getting disgruntled, frustration and worry in her eyes, her straining muscles. “I would not be doing my Knightly duty if I step aside while this continues, Y/N! You need to rest, and I will make it my job to make sure you do so,” she said.

As this set in, Y/N dropped her struggle. With that happening so suddenly, Carol just barely caught herself before she knocked into the shorter royal. Once she regained her balance and loosened her grip, Y/N stepped away, rubbing her face as she felt the exhaustion overpower her. Turning around, Y/N slumped in a chair.

“I might just sleep here,” she said, leaning against the back of the chair.

Letting out a small scoff, Carol knelt in front of Y/N. “Can I help you back to your room, Princess?” She offered, smirking.

Y/N cracked one eye open and then turned away. “I’m good here,” she replied in a sing-song voice.

Rolling her eyes, Carol stood up. “I can carry you?” She offered next, shrugging. “Belova is guarding your quarters tonight. She won’t care.”

When Y/N didn’t respond, just shifted in the chair uncomfortably, Carol took the decision upon herself. She bent down and scooped the Princess up in her arms, eliciting a small squak of surprise from her. Carol just chuckled, heading out the door. “Adorable,” she teased, making sure Y/N was secure.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” Y/N grumbled, resting her head against Carol’s shoulder.

Feeling butterflies from the touch, the Knight nonetheless carried her to her quarters. Passing Yelena, the guard smirked at the scene, but didn’t say anything. When they got inside Y/N’s room, Carol laid her on her bed and helped her pull the covers over herself. Carol turned to leave, but Y/N caught her wrist.

“No goodnight kiss?” Y/N pouted. Then, she added, “Only if you want, of course.”

Turning back to her, Carol was grateful that the darkness only allowed them to make out the outlines of each other, so Y/N didn’t see her blush. She barely contained her gasp as it was. Leaning down, Carol’s lips met Y/N’s. They engaged in a nice, sweet kiss before they pulled back. “For you, Princess? I’d give you the stars,” she admitted quietly.

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[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

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