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kaisers-house-of-desires · 10 months

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Yo! Just saw your blog pop up on my reccomended feed to read and saw the fics you write! I love the portrayal of nonbinary and neopronouns in all your fics and thought, "hey, I'm a trans dude who uses enby pronouns, lemme read." So far, I'm in love!

If possible, may I request one for LoZ? I thought it'd be neat to read a fluff piece with Sidon x trans masc reader, who's perhaps a little clumsy and gets Sidon's help via dance lessons? 👀 I may request something with Ganondorf later so keep an eye out, anyways! Have a wonderful day/night/whatever time of day it is for you! Kachow!

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Title: 1-2-3. 1-2--Oof!

Characters: Sidon x transmasc!reader

Contains: fluff <3, dancing

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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"Alright, the steps are simple." Sidon cued the director, who tapped his baton.

As the music started, he put his hands into position on your waist and hand. You followed suit, grasping his hand and putting your hand on top of his arm due to his height.

How did you end up dancing with the Zora Prince? Well, you had always wanted to dance, but the instructions never felt clear. That being said, Sidon took it upon himself to being your teacher, especially after you asked if he knew how to dance. He wouldn't dare miss up a chance to give his assistance.

"One two three, one two three." The music was slow, and Sidon's steps were clear after he gave the instructions. Move your foot like so, one. Step down, two. Move your body. Three. Going this speed, it wasn't so bad. You could actually move with some semblance of grace. "Yes! Wonderful! You're doing amazing!"

Sidon's praise made your cheeks a rosy pink, a shy smile growing on your face. "I-It's still slow. This really isn't much."

"Shall we go faster?"

"W-Wait--"

Sidon raised a hand, signaling the director to pick up the speed. With increased tempo came increased movements.

"One two three, one two three."

"O-One two three, one t-two three."

You tried keeping up with Sidon, the slight increase of speed already messing with your stepping. Your legs became tangled, and while trying to fix it, you stepped on Sidon's feet.

"G-Gh!"

Panicked, you stumbled back, hands over your mouth. "I-I'm so sorry, your highness!"

Chuckling, Sidon hopped on his good foot for a moment, lifting the stomped one to gently rub at the spot. "N-No worries, friend! It all comes with learning!"

A sense of guilt began to wash over you. Was this a bad idea? Did Sidon think you were too clumsy at this point to learn? After all, you barely just now got the slow steps down. How were you supposed move faster after just learning that?

"Shall we try again?"

...Should you? You nervously rubbed your arm, shyly looking away. "I-I think...maybe this was a stupid idea..." You took a step away from him as he approached you with an equal step.

Sidon's face fell into a look of hurt. He was hurt by your words, but not on his behalf. It was more like a worry for you. You had merely asked for assistance, and the way you were changing your mind startled him. He motioned for the band and director to take a break, telling them that he'll come and get him when they were ready. As they did, you found a seat on a large, nearby rock, facing away from the prince. You sat there alone for some time until Sidon sat beside you on the ground.

"...You want to know something?" he asked softly. "When I was learning how to dance, I stepped all over my sister's fins"

You kept your gaze ahead, but you listened.

"Yes I was much shorter than her, yet I insisted on learning the proper way. Such an inistance led to her poor feet being covered in little bruises from me stepping on her. She offered to hold me and take me through the motions, but I told her I wanted to learn properly."

You wondered why he was telling you this. At the moment, it just wasn't clicking in your head.

Sidon looked over at you, giving you one of his comforting smiles. "What I'm saying is, no one is going to get things right away. There will be trials, there will be hardships, even with something as simple as dancing."

You started to understand, sighing out and rubbing the back of your head sheepishly. "I-I just...I don't want you to see me as some klutz...I want to seem elegant to you, match the energy you have..."

"Oh, my dear. I am far from what elegance you think I have." Sidon let out a chuckle, gently rubbing your back for reassurance. "Trust me, I often wish the same from my father, to be as elegant and dignified as him. I still work on it everyday."

Sidon? In a similar position as you? It felt impossible but...well...it did feel reassuring to not be alone. And he was right, these things take time after all.

"So...Shall we work on our steps again?" Sidon asked with a more signature grin of his, holding out his hand.

You gazed at the extended limb, sighing out with a small smile.

"Y-Yeah. Let's try again."

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cryingcoyote13 · 1 month

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New York City: Chapter 2

|| Chapter 1 || :: || Chapter 3 ||

Warnings: Not Proofread, Spelling Errors, Violence, Torture, Cursing, Abuse, Kidnapping, Fighting, OOC(??)

Introducing another Oc ;)

Oc owned by @echo-55

Fanfic inspired by @talewrites (pls go read their fics I AM BEGGING YOU THEY ARE AMAZING)

I was snapped out of my trance by the spark of electricity that shot through me. I let out a scream as I leaped on top of a car, pulling my bow back and releasing an arrow into a Foot Clan soldiers head. I tried to look through the smoke, but it was just too thick. I growled, looking back down at the Foot soldiers who had surrounded the car. I jumped down, knocking multiple of the soldiers down with my bow. I pulled back, whipping around as I heard heavy footsteps getting closer, before I could think I had ducked to the ground as a car went flying over my head. I scrambled up, leaping at the form that had thrown the car.

" Wha— HEY! GET OFF! SHE'S ON MY FACE! " I landed a hard punch to the creatures' face as I leaped back. I hissed, drawing my bow as he shook off the blow. I aimed, letting out a breath as I released the arrow, It shot right into his side, and he let out a roar of pain. I quickly scrambled back, booking it for safety.

" MIKEY?! MIKEY?! " I yelled out for him, my panic causing my heart to race as I searched around the smoke-filled streets as I dodged the Foot Clan. I tried to scramble up the fire escape but was yanked back down.

" Ohh no you don't kitty. You not getting away this time! " He growled, tusks meeting my ear as he held me up by my hair. I twisted around as I got my footing, landing a kick to his stomach, causing him to drop me. I scrambled for safety as I heard the familiar sound of electricity sparking at the end of their batons. My ears pressed against my skull as I leaped to my feet and away from the mutants. I hopped onto cars to dodge them as they tried to zap me. I hissed, knocking the Foot Clan down with my bow and then shooting arrows at the mutants that came charging at the car. Before I could react, the car I was perched on was flipped into the air. I screamed as I went flying into the street, I gasped for air as I jumped up and towards the buildings. I was dragged down and thrown back into the street. My mind was swirling as I tried to figure out what to do, but my thoughts were quickly shut off by the pain of electricity coursing through my body. I writhed in pain as I was poked and prodded with the electric batons. My eyes clouded with tears of pain as I pushed myself up, and I attacked the taller mutant. I grabbed the horn on his face and used to shove him to the ground as I flipped over him. As soon as I landed, I was running again. My breaths became panicked as I heard the pounding footsteps of the two mutants behind me. I tried to run but was stopped by a sharp kick to my side that sent me flying. I whimpered, trying to pull myself back up from the concrete as I felt blood drip down my face, blocking my vision. I was hit with a nauseating wave of electricity as foot soldiers gathered around me. All I could do was writhe and scream in pain on the hard ground as I heard the pounding footsteps get closer. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping for a quick death.

" We gotta go. The turtles are here. " I shakily pushed myself up, growling at the mutants who stood before me. If I could just hold them off long enough, I would be fine.

" You just don't give up, do you? " The smaller one laughed as they each grabbed one of my arms. I kicked and tried to grab onto anything I could, but it wasn't working. I growled, panic and fear boiling in my stomach as I bit down hard onto one's arm. He screamed, dropping me to the ground. I shakily pushed myself up and hissed, trying to pull my bow out, only to realize I must have lost it in the fight. I balled my fists, taking a shaky stance as they came closer. My thin figure towered over them as they loomed closer. I growled, leaping at the smaller one, I wrestled him to the ground as he yelped in pain each time I landed a shaky hit.

" DUDE- SOMEONE- GET. HER. OFF! " He growled, and suddenly I was thrown off. I pushed myself to my feet, wiping the blood away that was running down my face as I did. As they ran at me, my eyes widened with panic. I tried to stumble back but wasn't able to as they landed hits all over me. My face. My sides. My stomach. I fell to the floor, head swirling in pain as they dragged me somewhere. I screamed as someone stabbed an electric baton into my sides. I couldn't think, each time I started to I was met with a horrific wave of electricity that sent me back to square one. I was thrown into the back of a van as the two mutants climbed in after me, batons in hand. I let out a growl as I tried to get up but was shoved back to the floor by a large hand on the back of my head. I yelped in pain as my face was slammed against the metal floor of the van.

" No no little miss. You stay right there. " I let out a groan of pain as I felt more blood run down my face.

" Be nice back there, Stockman will have both your heads if you kill his newest experiment. " Someone from upfront said coldly, causing the two mutants to groan in annoyance.

" We ain't gonna' kill 'em! Just, y'know, ruff 'em up! " There was a shared laughter as the two high fived. I slowly was regaining my thoughts as the swirling of my head went away, but I stayed on the floor, silently listening for anything useful. At the turn of the van, I jumped up, throwing myself at the doors. They didn't budge. Locked. I yelped as I was grabbed by the hair again and thrown down as the baton's came to life. I desperately fought to get the two off of me as they held me down, tying my arms behind my back and tying my feet before stabbing the batons into me. I screamed as the waves of sickening electricity coursed throughout my body, my head was swirling so much I couldn't even move or make a noise anymore. Instead, I just lay on the cold floor, groaning in pain each time I was shocked. It must have become uninteresting because they eventually stopped and sat down, leaving me to slowly lose consciousness.

* * *

Mikey was unusually silent as the group returned to the lair as the other three ran to the computers. Donnie quickly typed something, the clicking echoing through the deafening silence of the lair as Leo towered over his sitting figure. There was footsteps as Splinter joined Mikey, who was pacing in the common room.

" What has happened, my sons? "

" Stockman got Lilith. " Leo answered coldly, his eyes never leaving the screen in front of him and Donnie.

" Because someone can't follow DIRECT ORDERS!" Leo snapped, glaring at Mikey as Donnie typed furiously. Raph let out a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

" I got a location on some foot clan vehicles heading... towards the old warehouse. " Donnie quickly typed some more as the brothers gathered over him.

" I got the warehouse location. Let's go! "

* * *

I slowly blinked, the fuzzy sounds of talking meeting my ears. I groaned, trying to move but was stuck in place by metal arms. I looked around, desperately looking for an escape. I fumbled with the restraints as someone walked in front of the glass box I was trapped in. I hissed, lunging at the glass as they laughed. It was the two mutants from early. I winced as I was yanked back by the metal arms.

" I wouldn't move too much, wouldn't want to stab the wrong place." The man grinned as he walked behind me, I growled as I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. My thoughts were cut short as something was stabbed into my back, I let out a yelp of pain as the sound of machines whirring and clicking started up as the man returned to his computers. I panted, vision growing blurry as I hung there.

I blinked as someone started to beat on the glass.

" Hey! Hey! We are gonna get you out, don't worry. " I blinked even quicker as my eyes filled with tears.

" Kxäaw..? How did you - " I winced as a pulsing wave of electricity shot through my body. I let out a blood-curdling scream of pain as tears streamed down my face as I shook violently. I heard people yelling and beating on the glass as my vision blurried from pain, I couldn't think, couldn't.... couldn't breathe...

* * *

The brothers were halted in their actions as the glass box Lilith was in lit up with electricity. Mikey and Raph ran back over, trying to break the glass as she slowly went limp. Donnie was horrified as Leo tried to get him back on task.

" DONNIE! FOCUS! WE GOT TO SHUT IT OFF! " He barked, pushing his brother to where the computer and Stockman was. They both ran towards the computers as Stockman disappeared somewhere with the two other mutants. Donnie was quickly typing but stopped, turning to stone as he caught sight of Lilith mutating as the electricity halted.

She twitched, a snout growing from her mostly flat face as he arms split into two pairs. Her tail tripled in size as it grew to be paddle-like. Three armor plates sprouted from each side of her face, each having two sensory quills as fangs jutted out of her mouth. She shuttered, bright yellow eyes flying open as Mikey paused his punching. She lunged forward, ripping the wiring and metal arms down as she crashed through the glass. She let out what could only be described as a roar mixed with a scream of pain as she pinned the small terrapin. She snapped at his face like a wild animal as he pushed her back. She was dragged off by Raph as he tried to distract her from the terrified Mikey as he got up. She whipped around, growling as she crouched onto all fours.

/ gifs included to give readers an idea of what Mutant!Lilith looks like /

/ art of mutant Lilith here (loading....) /

" W-what– " Leo started to say.

" SHE'S MUTATED. " The stripe tailed mutant, a raccoon, jumped down from the piping, holding a chain that they were swirling around.

" We need to turn her back, or she'll kill all of us. " It explained, glancing at the masked purple mutant as he went to work to try and retrieve Stockman's files to find a cure. Leo joined beside her; katanas drawn as Lilith turned to face them. She panted, letting out a roar as she leapt at the two mutants. The stranger, who was dressed in foot clan gear, threw the chain. It wrapped around Lilith's midsection and lower arms. She quickly spun, sending the stranger flying across the warehouse as she wiggled out of the chain. Raphael jumped onto her, trying to keep her down as she growled and clawed at him. She was able to grab his shell, throwing him off with one swift motion as she jumped up onto all fours, tail swiftly hitting the chain away as she stood up onto two feet. Leonardo ran at her as Mikey joined him.

" Woah there Princess! Hey? Can you hear me in there? " Mikey asked as he dodged her outstretched claws. She hissed in response as she leapt onto him, sending him flying as he twisted around so that his shell was up. She growled as Leo drove her away from his brother with some well-placed kicks and blocks. As he went to swing his katanas, she grabbed them and knocked them out of his hands. She jumped onto him, biting at his neck and face as he tried to shove her back. Just as her jaws were about to clamp down on his face, she was yanked off my Raph and the stranger. She leapt for the stranger, who quickly dodged as Mikey joined Raph. She quickly crouched down, staring silently at the two. She growled if they shifted even the slightest, staring the two down as she began to circle them.

" Looks like she's calming d– " Mikey started, only to be cut off as Lilith jumped into his back, sending them both flying. She stood up on two feet, one planted on the back of the smallest mutant, pushing him down into the ground as his shell let out a strained crack.

" This isn't good." Mikey wheezed out as Raph and Leo came running at Lilith.

" LILITH! " She whipped her head around to see who had yelled. She took her foot off Mikey as Donnie nervously stepped closer, bò at the ready.

" I know you're in there. You just need to calm down so I can get you the antidote. " He slowly stepped closer; she eyed him wearily as she stepped away from Mikey. He was almost in range to give her the antidote when Leo moved closer too quickly. She whipped around, leaping at the eldest of the brothers. They tumbled closer to the tank as she bit down into his arm that he used to block her from biting his neck. The brothers quickly rushed forward, Donnie raised his bò above his head and slammed the electric end down right in between Lilith's shoulder blades. She let go of Leo and let out a wail as the electricity shuttered through her body. She fell to the side, writhing in pain as the electricity slowly disappeared from her body. Donnie quickly gave her the re-engineered mutatagin as Mikey and Raph held her down. She struggled, growling and snapping for a few moments until she let out a wheezing breath and went limp. Slowly, Mikey and Raph let her go, but she stayed silent as her body started to transform back to normal.

* * *

I groaned, rolling over onto my back as my swirling brain fell back into place. Everything hurt, and my ears were ringing as my vision came back.

" Hey, hey, can you hear me? Lilith? " I winced as my hearing came back to me.

" Ouch... " I whimpered out as someone rolled me over onto my side.

" Is your friend alright? "

" She'll be fine– wait, who are you? "

" Nobody important, I'll be off now. Might wanna leave before the foot get back. "

" Wait!- You obviously don't fight with the foot, why don't you join us?" Leo jumped up as Raph shot him a glare.

" Really?- I uh-, okay then. I'll join your little rag-tag group. Names Mila. " She grinned slightly, calmly walking back over and crouching next to Lilith and Donnie.

I let out a groan as I reached my hands up.

" What... what happened..? "

" We'll figure that out later. For now, we need to get going before the antidote wears off. " Donnie said as he typed something onto the tablet on his shoulder. He looked at Leo, who was staring down at Lilith and the new mutant.

There were heavy footsteps as Dr. Stockman returned, holding a canister of mutagen in his hands carefully as Bebop and Rocksteady stood to his sides.

" Well, I was hoping she would finish you off for me. But I guess we'll have the fun of doing that, huh boys? " Stockman cackled as everyone's eyes widened in fear or anger.

I groaned as I was hosted up into the air carefully by someone.

" I've got your friend, I'll get her to safety, then I'll help you guys beat these assholes. " She growled, glaring at the mutants standing next to Stockman. Donnie was quickly at her side, showing her a map on his phone as Raph, Mikey, and Leo drew their weapons.

" Take her here. We have some friends who can take care of her till we get back. " He paused as he quickly looked me over one last time. She started to carry me away. I shoved myself out of her grasp, shakily standing up as she tried to get me to go with her as the brothers faced off against Bebop and Rocksteady. I winced, shuttering as my arms split into two pairs. I hunched over as I continued to mutate, my armor plates coming back, and my tail flicking harshly as I panted from pain. I closed my eyes tightly as I took a shuttered breath as the new mutant crouched next to me.

" We have to go! You are injured! " She pleaded as I pushed myself off the ground.

" Can't... family.. needs.. help.. " I growled as I stood up, tail lashing as I caught sight of Stockman making a run for it. I leapt for him, quickly clearing the space between us as he screamed. The mutagen crashed out of his hands as I plowed into him. I jumped for it, catching it in one hand as I whipped my head around towards him. He huddled on the floor as I towered over him, I dropped down to all fours as I crept closer. I lunged out of the way of Bebop, who was being chased by Leo and Donnie. I quickly jumped into the piping, hiding the mutagen and jumping back down onto Rocksteady's back as he chased Mikey under me. I roared, clawing at his face as he grabbed for me. He got a hold of my queue and threw me off of him as Mikey and Raph continued to attack him. I growled, jumping up as Mila joined me in my pursuit of Stockman, who was running for his life. I was quickly on top of him and tumbling forward as we hit the back wall of the warehouse. There was a crunch as I grabbed harshly onto his arms. I looked down, seeing one of his arms limp in my hand as he kicked at me. I threw him across the room like a ragdoll as I jumped out of the way of RockSteady, who came charging at me. I hissed in pain as I stepped into a pile of broken glass. Rocksteady quickly turned and charged for a distracted Mila as she followed after Stockman. I jumped up, throwing my full body weight at Mila to get her out of the way. I was thrown into the wall with a crunch as my arm, which I had tried to brace the impact with, broke. I let out a wail of pain as I staggered to my feet, Raph was at my side before I could register who it was.

" You alright there? " I nodded with a growl as I leapt for the mutant again, throwing him backward as we tumbled out of his grasp. I quickly jumped out of the way as he crashed in the wall, I glanced over at Mila, who had joined Donnie and Leo in their fight against a retreating Bebop. I turned back around as Rocksteady staggered up, also retreating after grabbing Stockman from the floor. I growled as I stood up on two feet, letting out a snort as I turned around.

" Woah there- can you control yourself? " Donnie piped up as the adrenaline started to wear off.

" yeah... very tiring.. " I mumbled out as he stepped closer, eyes glowing with curiosity.

" That must mean that it was electrical current that made you go feral. " He stated as I started to sway slightly.

" That's real interesting Donnie, but I think she's gonna– " My knees buckled, cutting Raph off as I started to drop to the floor.

" Woah there, falling down again so soon? " I looked up tiredly at who had caught me. It was Mila, she held me steady as Raph came to my other side.

" The mut– "

" I got the mutagen to Donnie. " Mila stated quickly, I let out a sigh of relief as everything went blurry.

* * *

The next thing I knew, I was being gently placed into a bed, and I groaned in pain. My whole body felt like knives were embedded in it.

" I know, just hold still, I'll get you something for the pain, " I recognized the voice as Donnie's as his footsteps disappeared.

" You sure put up a fight. " Raph joked as I tried to pull myself up.

" Where.. where is Kxäaw.. "

" Who? "

" K-kxäaw... brother.. " I groaned as I pulled myself up. He tried to stop me as I tried to drag myself off of the bed.

" Woah there tiger, you need to stay here. " He said as I was pushed back down. I slowly regained my vision as Donnie returned, with a syringe of something. My eyes widened as he put it into the IV that was stuck into my arm.

" This should help with the pain. " Donnie quickly said as he caught my scared eyes. I gulped dryly and nodded. I sat up, swaying slightly as Raph held me up by my shoulders.

" What happened...? " I muttered, slowly looking up at Raph.

" You and stupid out there snuck out to go to a Halloween parade and the Foot ambush ya'll. " Raph explained as I winced in embarrassment.

" Is Mikey okay? " I looked around quickly.

" Ya' that idiot is fine. You, on the other hand, are not." Raph stated.

" Oops? " I grimaced as Donnie and Raph both glared at me.

" Sorry... Everyone okay? "

" Yeah - well, except for Leo, you bit the shit outta-" He was cut off as Donnie cleared his throat and motioned to me as my eyes grew wide.

" What..? " He grimaced as he realized he had said too much.

" But he's fine! It was just a scratch..! " He tried to explain as my stomach twisted into knots.

" Where Leo? "

" On the couch with Mikey, but you should really-" Donnie started as I pulled myself out of the bed shakily. I wobbled as my knees buckled under my weight, but I caught myself with the bedside table as I steadied myself. Raph was quickly by my side as I leaned onto him for support as I wobbled towards the exit. Donnie trailed behind us, looking annoyed and worried with the IV pole in hand. I noticed my bottom right arm was bandaged tightly to my midsection, and my other three were covered with cuts when I went to lean onto the door frame. I winced, looking down at my bandaged feet as I started forward again.

" Leo, you got a visitor, " Raph gruffly said as Leo sat up from the couch.

" Damn you look ruff. " I cocked my head slowly to see Casey standing with Mila and April, who was staring silently as Mila looked me over with a worried expression.

" Thanks.. " I hissed sarcastically at Casey as I turned back to Leo, who had gotten up and walked over.

" Woah, you need to go lay down. " He said as he looked over me, wincing at my injuries.

" I... I'm sorry... Hurt family. " I apologized softly as tears of pain and guilt welled in my eyes. His eyes softened from worry to pure sympathy as I spoke. I put a gentle hand on his bandaged arm as tears poured out of my eyes.

" Hey, look at me, " I looked down, wiping my face instinctively.

" It's alright, it'll heal. We are just glad you're alive. " My bottom lip quivered as he spoke. He hugged me gently as Raph let me go into his grasp. I started to shake as soft sobs escaped my lips, my knees buckled as my ribs ached. I groaned in pain with each sob, and Donnie was quickly at my side along with a very worried Mikey.

" You okay there princess? " Mikey said as Leo gently let me into Donnie's grasp so he could look me over. I nodded, wincing with pain as Donnie reached the bruised spot at my ribs.

" Good god. You need to lay down, " He said quickly, causing everyone to look at him with fear.

" What's wrong with her? "

" She's got a couple of broken ribs that I missed in the initial exam. Probably internal bleeding. " He said worriedly as I let out another hiccupping sob. I was quickly scooped up into someone's arms. I winced in pain as I was taken back to the medical room.

" I got ya' princess. " My ears twitched at the voice. It wasn't Mikey. I looked up with another hiccupping sob at Mila, who looked down at me with worry and sympathy. I winced, burying my face in the crook of her neck with a whine of pain as we made it to the room. She gently placed me on the bed as Donnie quickly started to place ice packs on my ribs. I let out a groan as I started to black out again.

* * *

" We can't just leave those two here with Splinter alone. " Raph growled in the circle of brothers.

" For all we know, she could be a spy or something!" He continued as Leo spoke up, glancing at the room where the two other resided.

" One of us could stay here, I know dad can handle himself, but it'll be better with one of us here. " The other three brothers nodded in agreement as Casey and April joined them.

Mila let out a sigh as she sat in a chair beside Lilith's bed, watching the sleeping alien silently.

" I'm.. I'm so sorry. " She mumbled out as she took her limp hand.

" I didn't know they were.. " She paused, lips pursing into a thin line as she glanced over the beaten body of the passed out, mutant alien.

" Evil.. " She sighed deeply, laying her head in her hands as her tail swished around nervously.

" Thank you.. for saving me. " She whispered, glancing up at the moving chest of Lilith, which was the only thing that showed she was still alive. Someone cleared their throat harshly, causing Mila to jump up with a startled gasp.

" Didn't mean to scare ya'. " Raph quickly stated as he took a seat on the other side of Lilith's bed.

" It's all good. Would you like me to leave?- " She questioned as Raph let out a sigh.

" No, you can stay if ya'd like. " He stated gruffly, glancing up as Mila watched Lilith nervously.

" How did she.. get here? " She softly asked, looking up at Raphael.

" No idea. Don says a portal of some sort. " He answered quickly as Mila raised an eyebrow curiously.

" She's from a universe where Pandora, the planet from some movies made here, is real. " He explained simply as he caught a glimpse of Mila's guilty expression.

" But you knew that, didn't you? " He stopped, looking over at Mila as she slowly nodded.

" Yeah.. " She mumbled with a sigh as she sank back into her chair.

" I was guarding the lab when they opened the portal... "

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cyberneticasset · 10 months

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Continuation of this[Ao3]

Notes at the end!

God fucking dammit

Brock got the news right as he was about to take the first sip of his coffee.

It was supposed to be a.. Relaxing morning— His team was supposed to be running drills, making sure the Asset was in working order— Routine maintenance.

He was supposed to be sitting back, drinking his coffee, and supervising.

Now he had to go fix whatever mess they made.

“Why the muzzle?” Brock tilted his head, looking at the four men in front of him— The Soldier, escorted by the three men left on his team.

“Bite risk.” The one holding the Asset’s chain replied, eyeing the man uneasily. “We lost Esmond, Yates, and Fuller.”

Brock couldn’t help but close his eyes, running a hand down his face.

The other two were idiots— But Esmond? Fuck

Brock was looking forward to working with that one.

“He got too close,” The agent continued, “The Asset put his head basically through the far wall.”

All Brock could do was sigh, sadly shaking his head, “I’ll deal with him, go and clean up the mess outside.”

“He was just a kid,” The already dark lines in the man’s face deepened, his voice barely a rasp.

“Three men.” He spat, the volume of his voice unchanging. “You got three of my men killed today.”

The Asset was a pathetic sight, even coated in gore. He stared blankly at the ground and Brock could see the muscles in his throat still twitching from the effects of the cattle prod.

He resisted the urge to curl his lip, as he watched the Asset’s head sink lower.

How was this the most feared assassin in history?

It almost made him sad, until he saw the look in the Soldier’s eyes.

Pure, unbridled hatred.. Rage blazed coldly in the Soldier’s eyes.

“You think you got one over on us, hm?” Brock half-regretted sending the rest of his team away, but he stepped forward, stun baton in hand. The Asset barely reacted, his gaze only flickering over to the weapon in his hand.

Brock’s fist across his cheekbone sent him stumbling back, though his balance was quickly regained— He saw the Asset brace against the ground and he set off the stun baton, “Not so fast.” He said, taking another slow step forward. “You’ve been thawed too long, and we still need you.”

One more step, the Asset stayed still, eyes locked to his.

“And we can’t use the chair to fix you,” Brock raised the baton, cocking his head to the side as he placed it under the Soldier’s jaw. “So this will have to do.”

He set it off once more, watching as the Soldier’s body locked up, his eyes rolling back in his head as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

“Будь еще,” Be still

The Asset did as instructed, settling down the rest of the way once he got control of his limbs again, because he had enough programming still in him or because he wasn’t completely braindead, Brock didn’t know, or care- He just knew he needed to get the Asset back in line.

And he wanted revenge.

Just a little warmup— That was fun! I’ve never written a Rumlow POV before

I also haven’t written ~*trash*~ in years, let alone smut, so I gotta work back up to that.

Prompts, ideas, and requests always open <3 [For Fic and Art]

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wellbelesbian · 10 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday

thanks for tagging me @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @prettygoododds and @aristocratic-otter!

here's some lines from my COTTA fic! if you're unaware, my fic is set in 1984 and is about LGSM, an activist group that supported the miners when they went on strike.

"I have a question for you all- is it just me, or are the coppers getting lazy?” People murmur their assent as Simon continues, “I haven’t been hassled coming out of a bar in weeks! Do you think they finally got tired of listening to Wham and pretending not to enjoy patting us down?” A laugh goes up, but a fire has been lit in Simon’s eyes. “No, I think instead, they’ve found someone new to pick on.”

He holds up a newspaper, where the headline proclaims Strikes Enter Third Month, and below it, Picketers Clash With Police. A photo shows a mounted policeman, kitted out in riot gear, swinging a baton at an unarmed woman, "doesn't this look familiar?”

here's the photo i reference:

and this fic now has a playlist! it's still being added to, but it's a mix of protest songs and 80s bops.

i tag @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars @imagineacoolusername @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @tea-brigade @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission @shemakesmeforget @letraspal @larkral @artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @cutestkilla @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @ebbpettier

#six sentence someday #my fics #carry on through the ages 2023 #cotta 2023 #carry on through the ages

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lunathebee · 2 years

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Pairing: Steven Grant x assassin!fem!reader

Warning: fluff, use of weapons, dead people, cursed words, blood mentioned, Steven is head over heel for Y/n

A/n: this is a bonus part to a one-shot fic I already made!

Summary: Steven surprised you with his Mr.Knight look.

Read this first for context

*BAM*

A loud gunshot noise suddenly interrupted the conversation, taking Y/n and Steven's attention. It seems like Harrow's followers have caught up to them.

"Shit, get behind me, Steven" Y/n said as she pushed the perplexed man behind her back and loaded her gun, ready to aim and fire. She takes a peek and starts counting all the guys. There must be at least 10 of them. Her gun won't do well, but she still has her hands, doesn't she?

*BAM! BAM! BAM*

Y/n shot down three guys before running up to fight them in hand-to-hand combat, leaving Steven behind. "That's too dangerous, WAI-" His voice got drowned out with all the punching and yelling noises.

"URG-" Y/n was shocked when a man tackled her from behind, trying to choke her. She couldn't believe she got distracted! With the gun still in one hand, she pushed the muzzle into the man's stomach and pulled the trigger with no emotion.

Another man ran up to Y/n and grabbed onto her expensive dress with his dirty hand. The action made the woman furious and fumbling with anger. How dare he!?

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF IT." She yelled out and knocked the man in the head with the gun grip before performing the judo ippon throw, letting the man fall on his back. Not satisfied with it yet, Y/n aimed the gun and gave the poor guy a bullet straight in his head.

After doing so, Y/N let out a tired sigh because her dress now has blood stains on it. Not to mention her Louboutin high heel now is filled with small and big scratches from the fight.

Y/n can save the dress, but it looks like she's got to go shopping for a new pair of high heels. What brand should it be this time? Valentino? Miu Miu? Or even Jimmy Choo! She might be an assassin, but she is still a woman, and shopping filled her with joy.

"HIYA!" A loud voice yelled out, causing Y/n to become aware of her surroundings once more, arm straight and ready to fire the gun if necessary. What she sees only makes her question the situation: A guy in a cream-white suit with a mask covering his face, holding two batons just knocked out a guy.

"I-I got the last guy!" He yelled out in excitement, his hand raising the weapon up high like a kid. But that excitement of him didn't last long when your gun was still aimed straight at him, making the man wave his hand in fear.

"It's me! me! Steven!" The mask disappeared, and you were met with a frantic and nervous experience, and surprisingly enough, that was indeed Steven.

"Wait..what? Since when did you change into a suit? Who are you? Superman? Wow...look at you" Y/n question Steven while putting the gun aside and getting close to him, examining the suit.

The British man scratched his head and blushed when Y/n got close to him, a bit too close! "I-umm..well, it's a long story, but I think Superman is a good example."

"Hmph, I gotta go now. The cops are probably gonna come soon." Y/n said while fixing her messy hair, ready to run off, but not before glancing back one last time to see her partner. "You look good in the suit Steven, see ya"

And just like that, she was gone, leaving Steven silently jumping with joy inside. You like his suit? His suit!

"Told ya, Marc, my suit is better compared to your ceremonial suit of armor from that Khonsu birb."

"Yea yea, let's get the hell out of here first."

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant my beloved #moon knight imagine #marvel moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight fluff #steven grant moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #oscar isaac

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roryonic · 2 months

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Wednesday Tag Game

Tagged by @spacerockwriting <3

Name: Rory

Age: Pie minus one slice

Location: Comfy chair

And now...

Latest music discovery: Well, Doja Cat's new album has been going on repeat

Latest movie: The Wolf of Wall Street

Last TV show you finished: Young Royals (do not discuss the ending with me smh)

Most recently started book: are fics books??

Most recent trip out of town: Easter break to another small lil' town

Most recent trip out of the country: London, my love, last summer

Most recent gift you made yourself: A painting of Gallavich

Most recent gift you made to someone else: A t-shirt with GTA characters ironed on it

Most recent text message you received: "ask your mother"

Most recent text message you sent: a gif of bears hugging

Last fic you read: started Rachel's "What Keeps a Man Holding So Long"

Last drink you had: hot cocoa

Last thing you ate: noddles and vegetables

Latest piece of clothing you bought: SHOES because my old ones had literal holes <3

Latest piece of advice you received: can't even remember - probably something academia related

Latest piece of advice you gave: "focus on this period of time first before you stress about the next."

Latest thing you promised yourself: That I don't actually get on everyone's nerves all the time.

(Don't know who's done it or not, but passing the baton to: @rayrayor @piefrans @creepkinginc @transmurderbug @bawlbrayker @grumble-fish @jrooc)

#tag game #tagging game

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nomi--sunrider · 7 months

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⭐ for the fic writer's ask!

Ah, a behind the scenes for Then, Now, and Always. Let's see....

Oh I know! I'll unpack the scene that got me the most negative feedback I've ever received on anything I've written: The Duel from Chapter 25: Battle of the Goddesses.

(I haven't talked about Then, Now, and Always in like a month, so be prepared for an essay.)

I thought up the silent Tally/enraged Alder epic duel very early on in the drafting process. Literally, it's in the first, very very rough draft in my docs, which is about 15 pages long and half-summary, half- little bites of scenes.

The reason I wanted them to have The Duel is twofold:

It's genuinely the most tragic thing I could think of for two people who love(d) each other. Y'know? Like Anakin and Obi-Wan on Mustafar. Badass scene, but you're fully aware of the tragedy all the way through. It's supposed to hurt that these two women who once loved each other are now on opposite sides of a war and forced to do battle.

2. I thought it would be fucking awesome.

Part of the inspiration of Then, Now, and Always was this scene:

Tally Craven's hottest scene in the whole show imo. What was I gonna do, give her an enhanced witch baton and not let her use it to full effect? And who else was she going to fight who mattered? It had to be Alder.

Also, Alder's headbutt was dumb. You can quote me on that.

Look, if nothing else, Alder and Tally fight in the actual show. And that fight is important, it does have narrative and thematic relevance, and there is a damn good reason it happened. Unfortunately, that fight is also LAME. Seriously, it is the lamest thing ever! And not even because Tally gets her ass kicked in seconds! The scene is shot cleverly, with perspective shifts and quick camera cuts to veil the fact that the actors and stunt doubles aren't really doing that much. It's the only time we see an actual scourge battle that might have given some indication as to why it's the weapon of choice for witches and why witches make such deadly soldiers. And then it's five seconds long and nothing special.

So I wanted to write a cool fight scene for the fic. Not a spar, by the way. Sparring scenes are popular in fiction, but I personally think they're pointless (unless the author is trying to accomplish something unserious). Literally, a spar is a fake fight. A fascimile. It isn't real. I wanted to write something very, very real. And that led to a lot of the narrative wrapping around making Battle of the Goddesses possible.

Someone on Discord posted during a TNAA discussion "Oh Alder would never hurt Tally." The thing about that is a.) canonically, she can and she has, and b.) For Then, Now, and Always, that's actually not an unreasonable assertion to make. Alder is carrying one hell of a torch. Therefore, I had to make Alder angry enough to actually fight Tally with no holds barred and every intention of beating her.

And that ended up making Chapter 24: Judgment, what it is. In that same very early doc, I had this Petra line.

Literally, that's all. I had no idea where I'd put it or for what reason, but it felt important. I knew about the Ozarks twist from the start, so I knew that someone had to call out Alder for her judgment eventually. Then I realized that, since my plan when I started drafting TNAA was to fix everything, including mandatory freaking conscription of a persecuted minority group, I had the perfect, perfect opportunity to make Alder vicious enough to kill.

Tally's trying dissolve the Salem Accords. That was her endgame the whole time.

Now Alder's angry enough to fight to the death and make the duel truly epic, Tally's goal is much broader, the fic has the chance to move into deeply philosophical, big-picture territory, and I get a pair of dope-ass chapters out of it. Eight birds, one stone. I was so happy.

Zooming back out, I think part of the reason a lot of folks were upset by Battle of the Goddesses pertains to my theory that fanfiction is like ice cream. Easy to eat, requires no effort, delicious and instantly satisfying. The main romantic pairing isn't supposed to fight each other to the literal death, even if it's fucking awesome and deeply symbolic. Duels/battles/wars between two love interests are common fare in sci-fi/fantasy because of their intense thematic and narrative heft, but not in fanfic. That's serving roasted sweet potatoes and kale at an ice cream parlor. It's too much for a lot of readers.

Finally, I think a lot of readers were upset about Alder losing the fight. Here's the thing:

It's not interesting if she wins.

Just like it's not interesting if Goliath beats David or if Jamal doesn't win the jackpot in Slumdog Millionaire. It's a story. The underdog has to win against all odds by their cleverness and mettle. Yes, I too, am sad that Sarah Alder's trauma was never addressed. She's a traumatized, damaged victim of the narrative and her story is a tragedy, start to finish. I think a big draw of the Talder ship is that it allows us to protect and humanize Alder in a way the show never did. Few people want to see her be the victim of even more pain in fic.

This doesn't change the fact that General Sarah Alder is brutal, unyielding, and violent. She's a three hundred year old soldier and her entire existence is war. She is not a good person. To defang her without earning it would be OOC. Trauma doesn't make good people. Healing makes good people. And there's no indication in canon that Sarah Alder has healed in any way, shape, or form.

If you've read this all the way til the end, that's very kind of you. Thanks for letting me ramble!

Why her character arc in Then, Now, and Always really doesn't start until Arc III lmao. When Alder is on her knees, defeated and disgraced, but instead of Petra and Tally going for the kill like they did in the show, they both offer a hand to help her back up. Alder heals because she's given the chance to do so by the people around her. Because I chose to not, y'know, immediately kill her off after tearing her from her pedestal. Genuinely, I have lost so much sleep over all of the amazing, transformative character work the show had in its damn lap and chose to ignore.

#talder #fanfic #nomi--sunrider #then now and always #tally craven #motherland: fort salem #sarah alder #asks

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azems-familiar · 1 year

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thank you for your in-depth answer to my fallen!cal ask, totally agree with you 100%!! interested to hear more on your thoughts about why cal is already fallen, and not just struggling, if you're happy to share?

also, cannot wait to read your fic!!

i am absolutely happy to share!

so let me preface this with the how i see the Force and falling. the Force is not an axis of morality; it is selflessness versus selfishness. those do tend to lean fairly closely to specific moral alignments, because of the general existence of sapien nature, in which selfishness encourages more selfishness and drawing power from anger and fear and hatred encourages you to wallow in it more and more thoroughly and corrupts very easily, and selflessness often leads to or spawns from kindness and compassion, but the point being that the Force is not a video game mechanic and not tied to your morality, so someone can do objectively good things with evil intentions, and someone can be fallen and connect to the Force through selfishness and still be fighting the morally correct fight and still do good things.

to me, falling is a choice. a person can slip up and use the dark side on occasion without falling; it happens, where you react emotionally and lash out, where selfishness takes over, where desperation causes you to grab onto your pain instead of letting it go - this is why the Jedi train mindfulness so hard, so that they don't act on their emotions without considering the emotion first, because it's very very easy to do and it's dangerous. you can slip up and use the dark a few times and still be a lightsider (though not regularly, and as soon as it becomes a deliberate thing you're going to fall - like i said, it's a choice). but falling is when you look at yourself and you look at the world and you decide to put yourself above it in whatever way, you decide to hold onto your negative emotions instead of letting them go.

falling is Cal choosing to fight Bode instead of letting him go and going back to try to save Cere and the others. it's Cal refusing to even try to understand, refusing to listen, clinging to his anger and his betrayal and his grief, and massacring an entire ISB listening post to attempt to get to one man, even knowing (especially knowing) that said man has a child with him and made the choices he did out of desperation and fear. it is Cal taking out his anger and grief about Cere on Denvik.

Cal made a choice. and the thing with the Dark is that it can eat you if you aren't careful, it's so easy to lose control, and i do think that Cal's actions on Nova Garon are a result of him losing control somewhat, but he knowingly, willingly made the choice. and whether he makes morally correct decisions or not, he is still drawing his power off that anger and grief. he's definitely not stuck there, but it's where he's at right now.

something i also want to add in here is - i generally see the Force as, every Force user will face The Choice at some point in their life. the choice between the galaxy and the self, the choice between light and dark, between holding on and letting go - and that choice will look different depending on the person, because one person's letting go might be another person's holding on. i could get into a fascinating discussion on duty as attachment versus duty as letting go but that is... not for this ask, i don't think.

and, since you're so nice, have a little snippet (this is totally unedited so don't come at me if it's bad djkfghkjh)

For a moment he just stands looking at the dead body, taking the chance to catch his breath - Bode isn’t going to be going anywhere, after all, not with his fighter unflyable, and Cal knows just from their brief clash on Jedha he’s going to need all his strength for this. And then BD shrills a warning, and the Force screams danger, and he spins around as a stormtrooper with a shock baton launches from somewhere he hadn’t noticed, and he yanks his sabers up to block but he’s still going to be too late-

The sound of blasterfire echoes through the hangar and the stormtrooper topples forward, swing going wide, as a pair of blue blaster bolts bury themselves in their back. Cal lifts his head and makes eye contact with- with Bode, blaster still out, standing at the far end of the hangar near his disabled fighter.

“You always forget to watch your six,” Bode says.

What the hell, Cal almost says, and doesn’t. “Shoot me in the back, then,” he snaps instead, reaching for all that anger and letting it flow through him, bleed into his sabers and into his aura and into every breath he takes. “Isn’t that what you did to Cere?”

#asked and answered #jedi survivor #cal kestis #spyscrapper #(for the fic snippet specifically)#as someone who writes fic for the old republic era i have a LOT of opinions and thoughts about the differences between the sides of #the force and the differing force orders and whatnot #and honestly that probably comes out a lot in how i interact with this storyline #but i think it adds depth so idk sue me #anyway this has been a super fun series of asks and i love talking about this #so thank you a lot for giving me the excuse to :)

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lukevonhagen · 1 year

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He extends a baton he pulls out of his other pocket and smacks it against the wall while he clicks to the title slide. In the most obnoxiously big, red bold letters (in the Comic Sans font, no less), reads: “Why We Should Have Sex in Public.” Luke immediately starts choking on his own spit, and Marius valiantly holds his smile while he’s trying not to show how smug he is. Luke tries to recover from the episode, and his voice sounds strained when he finally speaks up. “What the actual hell is this?”

hey there beautiful world and all who inhabit it, here is my first ever mariluke fic that i ever published to ao3 that gives me secondhand embarrassment, so i haven't read it beyond the first time i proofread it. lol. marius is an exhibitionist (at least he is to me) and i felt it would be a neat idea for some kind of silly smutfic. i hope you enjoy, thank you and goodnight

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #mariluke #marius von hagen #luke pearce #tot marius #tot luke #marluke

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theangelicstoryteller · 11 months

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This is my day 4 contribution to @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2023! I'm a little behind so here's hoping I can bang out two fics tomorrow to catch up.

Cycle: Wind Waker

Title: I've Got You Rating: G Words: 1,613 Summary:

A storm hits while Tetra and her crew are out at sea. Link, still getting used to being on such a large ship, loses his footing and gets swept across the deck in a wave. But Tetra will not fail any of her crew, and especially not the hero that saved her life twice over.

Happy readings to you all!

Thunder crashed and the ship listed to the starboard side.Tetra wrapped the rope she had in her hand around her arm, securing it to herself, which was secured to the mizzen. “Steady on, Gonzo!” she shouted over the harsh wind, the pouring rain, and creaking of her ship.

”AYE CAPTAIN!” Gonzo shouted back, holding fast to the wheel he was tied to. The ship slowly righted itself as they rode through the waves around them.

Tetra glared at the black clouds above her. For all of Link’s fancy wind magic, his baton could only summon storms, not get rid of them. At least he could name himself useful otherwise. She caught a glimpse of that silly green hat he loved so much blowing in the wind as he took Zuko’s usual spot atop the main mast to watch the storm while the rest of her crew waited below deck. Gonzo refused to go below and Tetra didn’t want him to anyway - she needed his might to man the wheel.

The stone around her neck flashed to life. From her pirate’s charm, she heard Link’s voice warn “Big wave coming, portside! Lean in or it could sink us!”

Tetra tried to look to the port side, but the rain blocked her vision, as well as the ropes and sails of her ship. “HARD TO PORT!” she shouted, tightening her grip on the rope.

”AYE!” Gonzo called, forcing the wheel to turn. She saw him fight the wheel as it wanted to go starboard, but he forced the wheel to move, the bow of the ship slowly turning to port. No sooner had they turned then through the rain and wind did a towering wave appear in her vision to crest above the bow of her ship and crash onto the deck. She felt the force of it shake her ship as it swept across the deck. They dipped, terrifyingly low, before the bow rocketed out of the water. For a heartstopping instant, Tetra feared the ship might crash in half, but instead simply fell back into the water, steadying itself.

She barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief that they managed to survive that wave before she heard Gonzo shout “CAPTAIN!” over the storm. She turned to him to see him pointing up to the main mast. She looked back to Link’s spot only to see instead of him in the crow’s nest, hanging from the sail, holding onto the rope that secured him to the mast for dear life.

”Link!” she cried, moving down her ship towards the mast.

His voice broke through her charm again. “I’m alright, when we came back up, the force knocked me out of the nest. I’m still tied to it, just give me–”

Lightning struck the mast, right where Link would have been. Tetra blinked through the sudden spots in her eyes. She had a moment to appreciate that at least Link wasn’t in the mast at the time of the lightning strike - thank the goddesses for small mercies, she supposed - but when her eyes finally cleaned and then adjusted back to the dark storm, she saw a splash of green on the deck. Link was struggling to stand, the rope around his waist slack, the end no longer attached to the mast black and frayed from the lightning strike.

Another wave appeared over the bow. It slammed into the ship and water rushed over the deck and the ship took another dip. Tetra looked on in horror as the water washed over Link and pushed him to the edge of the ship. He grabbed the side as it slammed him against it, but Tetra knew the next one would take him into the sea. She had seen what happened to sailors that were tossed into the sea in storms like this. If he was tossed overboard, she would never see him again.

Tetra didn’t think, she only acted. She released the rope that she had wrapped around her arm and jumped over the rail of the poop deck and jumped down onto the main deck below. She bolted for the ropes around the main mast as the ship came back up from the force of the wave. She heard Link struggling to untangle himself from around the rail he had been slammed into, but didn’t look at him until she grabbed a rope.

Her charm flashed to life. “Hold on, Link, I’m coming!” she called to him as she ran. Another wave could hit any moment. She, with practice speed, tied the end to her belt taking only a fraction of a second, before she finally turned to run towards him.

She felt the wave more than saw it. The ship shifted. She didn’t know if she was going to reach him in time. Almost in slow motion, Link turned to her and their eyes met as she ran towards him. The ship shook, the crash of water on the deck broke over the sound of the howling wind, the whoosh of the water as it raced towards them. They reached for each other, hands extending, he was right there…

And then the water washed over them.

Years of living on a ship helped Tetra keep her footing, as she took a stance that kept the water rushing around her legs, but not take her feet. Months of hard training while saving the people he loved helped Link keep his grip on the railing. But not one, not even the Hero of the Winds, could face and win against the sea, and as the bunk of the water rushed off the ship, the fast water of the leaving wave took him with it to the sea.

Tetra gripped the rope around her and jumped after him as she saw him tilt over the railing. She slammed into the railing as her hand came out. He twisted back and miraculously managed to grab her hand. He was so heavy. His sudden weight as he slammed into the hull, hanging onto her, pulled at her arm with such force she thought it would be ripped from its socket. It was with a moment of despair that she realized she did not have the strength to lift him back onto the ship and if another wave hit, she would not be able to hold onto him again.

But though even a hero could not best the ocean, The Hero of Winds could best a storm.

With the hand she did not have, he reached into that pouch of his and brought out his grappling hook. With practiced precision, he swung the hook up where it wrapped around the railing next to her. Wrapping the rope around his arm, he planted his feet on the hull and started to pull himself up. Instantly, he felt so much lighter, now not just freely hanging from Tetra. Keeping her grip on him and her rope, she started to pull with him.

”WAVE, CAP’N!” Gonzo shouted from the wheel.

Link’s grip became tighter in hers, just as she clamped down on his hand. They locked eyes. He was still just halfway over the railing. She was shocked when she saw complete and total trust in his eyes, just as he wrapped the rope around his arms a few more times. She widened her stance and felt the next wave crash over the ship. The water swept over them, hitting the back of her head and pulling her hair from her bun. But she did not lose her footing, and Link’s hand did not slip from hers. They rode out the wave and then managed to pull him up and back onto the deck.

He went to unhook the grappling hook from the railing, but Tetra started pulling him towards the mast. “Leave it!” she shouted over the wind. “You need to secure yourself again before another wave hits!”

She braced herself for him to argue, but instead he unwound the rope attached to the hook and let her lead in back over to the mast. She kept a grip on his hand as they carefully made their way back over the slick and still listing deck. Once at the mast, Tetra released the rope she had around her arm to grab the rope still around his waist and tied it around one of the notch points around the mast. While he did so, with his free hand, he reached into his pouch again to pull out his sister’s telescope. He pointed it towards the starboard side, looking out over the obscured sea.

”Storm is breaking,” he told her, quickly putting the scope away before the ship listed again and he risked dropping it. “I think the worst is over.”

”Then you and I are gonna wait it out here!” she told him as thunder cracked again. She really hoped it didn’t hit her ship again. She did not want to know the damage done to the crow’s nest.

He grinned at her, his free hand grabbing the rope around his waist. “Sure thing, cap’n.” He gave her a wink. “What’s one more storm for you and me to weather?”

She grinned back at him, pushing her loose hair out of her face with the hand that did not hold his. “Compared to what we’ve seen? This is just another day in our lives.”

Link laughed in agreement as another wave washed over the deck. They grabbed their ropes to keep their footing, but still held onto one another. And even as the storm finally lessened and Tetra felt safe enough to retreat below decks, still they stayed hand in hand.

#zelink #telink #zelink week 2023 #the legend of zelda #loz #legend of zelda #wind waker #the wind waker #ww #the written word

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lady-wallace · 8 months

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Whumptober Day 11 - "Masters and Slaves" (JJBA Vampire Hunter AU)

Today's @whumptober fic is the first part of a 2-parter (2nd part will be posted on the 27th)

This fic is from my Pt5 Vampire Hunter AU set between Monsters and Fallen Saints and Something Wicked so you don't have to be caught up in the series to read this one.

Buckle up, guys, we have a ton of angst and dhampir lore in this one.

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Prompts Used: Captivity, 'no one will find you' Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Character: Giorno

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(Excerpt)

Giorno woke to a sharp pain in his wrist. He flinched, eyes fluttering open as he tried to pull away from whatever had a hold of him.

But he could only go so far before something tugged on his burning wrists and he realized his hands were bound in silver manacles, the chain between them linked around the bars of a cage.

A baton slammed against the bars, startling him and making his head ache. "Easy, half-blood. You're not going anywhere now."

"Where am I?" Giorno demanded, glancing down and seeing a bleeding cut on his wrist. "Who the hell are you?"

He was ignored as his captor straightened up and handed over a cup of Giorno's blood to another man standing to one side. "Is this enough?"

"That's fine. If you would?"

The guard grunted and pulled off his glove, making a small cut across his palm. The other man dripped some of Giorno's blood onto it and the man hissed before he chuckled. "Well, would you look at that."

"Indeed. It is a rare find to have a dhampir with healing powers. He will fetch a very good price."

Giorno pushed himself to his knees and gripped the bars, shaking them furiously. "I am a registered Hunter under Capitano Polpo and Bruno Bucciarati. You have no right to sell me," he spat.

The man who had inspected his blood turned to him with disdain. He was dressed in an expensive suit and Giorno suspected he was likely the head of this operation. "Dhampirs have no rights unless they belong to a master. Without documented proof that Polpo or any of his Hunters own you, it is not illegal to sell you to a new master."

Giorno gritted his teeth, feeling his fangs lengthen in fury. As disgusting as it was, he knew that there was truth to the man's words. He had been so careful for years to hide his true nature for this very reason—had barely escaped his parents before they had decided to sell him off for money. Still, he was sure that Polpo would have enough sway to get him out of this situation, if only he could get in contact with Bucciarati.

"Please at least let me send a message to my boss," Giorno tried. "He'll tell you—"

The guard slammed his baton down on the cage bars again as Giorno barely got his fingers out of the way in time.

"That's enough out of you, fang!" he snarled.

The head man glared at Giorno for a moment before he turned to leave. "Get him ready with the other goods. A muzzle might be a good idea."

Giorno gritted his teeth in helpless frustration. "When the Hunters find out what you're doing—Agh!"

A burning spray flew across his face and Giorno barely shut his eyes in time, realizing the man had thrown holy water over him."

"That's enough out of you, blood-sucker! Milano! Come help me get this freak ready for tonight."

Giorno struggled as they opened his cage, but with his hands still manacled to the bars on the door, he was forced to shuffle forward out of the cage. He shifted and kicked out at his captors, but they grabbed hold of him and forced him to the ground, one of the men sitting on him to hold him down.

"Watch your fingers," he grunted to his companion as the man got the muzzle ready.

Giorno glowered up at him, and hissed. He snapped at the man's hand, but the guard grabbed a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head back painfully before shoving the muzzle over his mouth. It was the kind that had a plate inside that forced its way between Giorno's teeth, pressing uncomfortably against his tongue as the leather contraption covered the lower half of his face.

It was secured tightly behind his head, the straps digging in painfully.

Giorno glowered up at the two men as they released him and locked him back into the cage.

"Sleep tight, little blood-sucker. You're gonna meet your new master tonight."

Giorno didn't like the sound of that, and simply prayed that Bucciarati and the others might know where to find him, because, if not, then he was going to be in deep trouble.

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Chapter Two is up! Come meet Adrien in his Butterfly/Peacock form + the Cat Miraculous holder of this AU!

Song fic based around The Butterfly Effect by FJØRA

Read on Ao3 here. Read Chapter One: Verse One on tumblr here. Read Chapter Two: Chorus below

look ‘round Marinette isn’t good at this yet, and now she never will be.

She and Alya have only been friends for a few days, and she’s already messed it up. She overcommitted, as she always did; she broke one too many promises, gave one too many flimsy excuses, and missed one too many phone calls. Now her briefly-best-friend is cloaked in black and purple and shoving Ladybug off of the Eiffel Tower.

Marinette searches for the yo-yo that is supposed to be at her waist, but belatedly remembers that Vision Violette snatched it from her in their fight.

He doesn’t always make an appearance alongside his akumatized victims, but he has today. He waited for Ladybug at the top of the Eiffel Tower, where Lady Wifi had cleverly herded her. Marinette should have known that she’d dodged those pause buttons too easily.

She wonders if, once she’s nothing but a victim of gravity spread across the pavement, Vision Violette will wade through her viscera to dig out her earrings. She wonders if her partner will finally show up to this fight only to become his final victim. A small, bitter part of her imagines Vision thinking he can control the holder of the cat miraculous in grief, only to find the power of Cataclysm turned on him and the world.

It’s not a victory, really, but it’s her only comfort as she sails towards the ground.

the sky is falling Pain cuts through Marinette’s midsection as her own yo-yo’s string catches around her waist. Her descent comes to a grinding halt and she thinks if she didn’t have the protection of her miraculous, she might have been sliced in two.

She stares up the line of her string and sees none other than Vision Violette on the other end, a dozen stories away, keeping her from striking the ground.

Before she finish the Why? that screams in her head, a blue hawk with brilliant red eyes edged in thick black dives towards her. It spreads its wings as it comes towards her, and its talons arch for her ears. Vision may not want to see her guts spread across the park grounds, but maybe he doesn’t mind if the Senti-hawk tears her ears off in its attempt to deliver her earrings to him.

She puts her hands up in an effort to fend off the bird, but there is little else she can do while suspended in the air, tied up in her own line.

Her last sight is of her masked best friend standing beside Vision before the Senti-hawk’s wings hide everything else.

turn it upside down “Cataclysm!”

Ladybug’s partner makes her appearance with a loud shout. There’s a flash of black, chaotic energy, and Ladybug’s yo-yo line snaps. She grabs onto Chaton Chique’s arm, and the limitless baton vaults them both into the iron beams of the tower.

“Sorry I’m late,” Chaton apologizes. “I was a bit tied up in my other identity. Are you alright, my lady?”

Marinette has never been more grateful for a solid footing and a chaotic partner, who always knows how to make an entrance.

“Yes, thank you,” Marinette says, still a bit breathless and winded. She rubs her middle and wonders if there will be a bruise there when she detransforms or if her Miraculous Ladybug power will undo her injuries. She doesn’t have enough experience yet to know for certain.

Chaton Chique beams at Ladybug’s gratitude. She gives a half-curtsy-half-bow, clicking the toe of one kitten heel against the beam as she dips her head, blonde ponytail bouncing as she does. Then she holds her hand out to Ladybug and says, “Going up?”

so sudden shift Ladybug and Chaton Chique land on the top of the Eiffel Tower, only to immediately dodge one of Lady Wifi’s pause buttons.

The Senti-hawk’s talons reach for Chaton’s ring, but she leaps backwards onto the railing, then upwards into a flip and down onto the other side. The pawprint on her ring flashes.

“Can we wrap-tor this up, Ladybug?” she asks.

Marinette blocks a punch from Lady Wifi and risks a glance at Vision Violette. He is out of the fray, leaning against his cane. His eyes are on his Senti-hawk, and the peacock on his lapel is already missing one of its lights.

They’re both running out of time, but it won’t matter if Ladybug can’t get to her yo-yo.

She slides beneath Lady Wifi and kicks Vision’s cane out from under him. He catches himself on the railing and swings his fan out to strike her, but she steps out of his reach. She just needs to get close enough to get her weapon back.

She hears the ping! of Lady Wifi’s phone and leaps up just in time to avoid the lock icon. Vision is not quite so fast. He tries to step aside, but it catches his hand holding his fan, locking him in place.

Lady Wifi’s hold is brief, though. She swipes up on her screen and undoes the lock the moment she sees where it’s landed, but it gives Marinette enough time to swipe her yo-yo from Vision’s pocket. The string is damaged from Chaton’s Cataclysm, but there’s enough of it to call on her power. She leaps backwards and tosses the yo-yo into the air.

“Lucky Charm!”

its a ruthless heart shock By the time the Lucky Charm drops into Ladybug’s hand, Vision has leapt from the Tower and is doing his own plummet to the earth. Ladybug tosses her yo-yo after him but his Senti-hawk has already caught the back of his jacket in its talons and is carrying him out of her reach.

Vision does not always appear in a fight—only when he thinks a Sentimonster is necessary to assist, or he feels assured of his victory—but Ladybug always thinks each time he shows his face could be the last time. She needs to unmask him before he realizes how risky it is to show himself at all.

Particularly because she thinks he might be slowing down.

She’s seen him cross his cane against Chaton Chique’s baton with the skill of any professional duelist, and he has kept pace with her in their few fights. He never should have been caught in Lady Wifi’s lock.

Maybe she should pay more attention to the way he leans on his cane.

“Are you going to foil Vision’s plan, or what?” Chaton Chique calls.

Marinette shakes her head to refocus. She can’t do anything about Vision at the moment, but she can stop Lady Wifi. She looks down at the roll of aluminum foil in her hands and searches for a plan, some lucky course of events that will help her undo the damage that Vision Violette has done.

there are no promises here She and Chaton Chique are able to make a Faraday cage that stops Lady Wifi’s signals from escaping. As Ladybug tosses the Lucky Charm into the air, Alya is restored to herself, the string of Ladybug’s yo-yo repairs itself, and the bruises around Marinette’s waist heal.

“Bon jeu,” Chaton Chique says, and blows Ladybug a kiss as her ring flickers again. “I’d love for you to see my face,” she sighs, “because it’s irresistible—utterly irresistible.”

“Sorry, Chaton,” Ladybug says as she helps Alya stand. “We have to keep who we are secret until we stop Vision.”

“Could I at least have my kiss back before I go?” Chaton pouts.

Ladybug obliges and blows a kiss in Chaton’s direction, which Chaton dramatically catches in her hand and presses against her own lips before diving off of the Eiffel Tower. “Au revoir!” she calls, voice trailing off behind her fall.

Alya leans over the railing and watches as Chaton catches herself with her baton and disappears into the rooftops of Paris. “Ladybug, I’m really grateful that you freed me from Vision’s power, but promise me you have a safer way down than that.”

“Of course I do, Aly—I mean—citizen—I mean—”

But Alya only beams. “You know me because I run the Ladyblog, don’t you? Oh, could I please get an interview? My friend Marinette—” she stops and bites her lip. “At least, this classmate I have, Marinette—we sit by each other and I think you’re a real inspiration to her. She’s shy, but whenever I want to boost her confidence, I just tell her about how brave Ladybug is, and that helps her face her fear.”

Marinette’s bites down on her lip. “I’m sure your friend appreciates you, but I’m afraid I don’t have time for an interview.” Her earrings are already beginning to dim. “I’ll just get you back to safety, okay?”

ruthless heart shock Ladybug sets Alya down near her friends—at least, some of them. Myléne, Rose, and Nino are there, and Adrien pushes his way forward with Chloé right behind him.

“Ladybug!” Chloé calls, but Marinette ignores her.

“Maybe just be patient with your friend next time she misses your call,” Marinette suggests to Alya.

“Ladybug!”

Alya glances at Chloé with visible disdain. “A missed call isn’t the only reason Vision Violette akumatized me.”

Marinette bites down on her tongue to avoid agreeing with Alya. Chloé has caused her fair share of akumas, but Marinette’s made her own mistakes, too. She can’t exactly be the one to criticize Chloé, even if Chloé’s intentions are notably less noble than Marinette’s.

Her earrings flicker again and she turns to go.

“Ladybug, wait!”

But isn’t Chloé calling for her this time. It’s a less familiar, less demanding voice.

She turns and Adrien’s hand catches her wrist.

“Ladybug,” he says, voice soft. Her head spins just from the sound of his voice and her ears burn hot.

Adrien only joined their class a few weeks ago, not long after the akuma attacks began, but Marinette’s been smitten with him ever since he held an umbrella out to her in the middle of a rain storm. Her tongue feels like lead and her heart stutters in her chest.

“Thank you, Ladybug,” he says, “for always being there.”

As her earrings flash their final warning, she yanks her hand away.

“I always will be,” she manages, and hurries away before she accidentally unveils herself before all of Paris.

there are no promises here

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