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minty-mumbles · 4 months

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Gingerbread

Summary: The chain has found themselves at Lon Lon Ranch in the middle of the Yule season. Sky finds Wild alone in the kitchen late one evening, and offers both company and help with the baking the champion is doing.

A/N: Secret Santa gift for @themackenziemachine

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A thick layer of snow covered Lon Lon Ranch, blanketing the world in silence the way only a fresh snowfall could. Thick snowflakes still fell from the sky, quickly filling in the tracks left behind by a pair of people trudging out to the barn and then back to the house.

Inside, things were just as quiet. Two pairs of snowy boots were left piled by the front door, quickly forming a puddle from the snow melting off them. Their owners were nowhere to be seen, already retreating up to the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. A fire burned lowly in the hearth, nothing but embers remaining after burning for hours. The evergreen boughs and springs of holly that were placed on the mantle for decoration filled the house with their scent, filling it with holiday cheer.

The only sounds in the house came from the kitchen, where a scarred boy stood alone, working at the kitchen counter. A disk of brown dough sat before him. Repetitively and methodically, he worked with his hands and a rolling pin until it turned into a thin, flat sheet of dough.

When he was finished with that, he picked up a sharp knife but was interrupted by the sounds of someone coming down the stairs.

It was Sky. He was lacking his outer tunic, his hair was mussed and he had clearly just come from bed. Wild turned back to what he was doing, cutting shapes into the sheet of dough.

“Wild?” Sky asked, voice soft with sleep.

Wild didn’t respond, not that Sky needed him to in order to identify the hunched-over form in the kitchen. He already knew it was the champion. He walked a bit closer, brow furrowed as he took in Wild’s appearance. “Twilight and Time just came back from making sure the animals were all taken care of. Twilight said you were still up. He was worried.”

Wild barely glanced at Sky but dismissively murmured, “I couldn't sleep.”

Sky approached, looking at the messy counter, covered in flour and small scraps of dough.

“What are you doing?”

“Baking the gingerbread. I was gonna do it tomorrow but it’s chilled long enough.” Sky smiled at that. Baking had always been one of his favorite Yule traditions. “Gingerbread” wasn’t something he was familiar with from Skyloft, but enough of the other heroes had been delighted when Wild said he would make them that Sky was looking forward to trying them all the same.

“Do you want some company?”

Wild sighed, glancing at Sky again. His eyes lingered for a second, taking in Sky’s disheveled appearance. “I’m okay, really. I didn’t have a nightmare or anything. I just couldn’t sleep. You can go back to bed. There’s no need to check on me.”

Sky smiled. “I know. I was already getting up to get a glass of water. I just don’t want you to be lonely. I like banking anyway. I usually do some with Sun every Yule, so I’m not totally incompetent.”

Wild didn’t seem to believe that Sky truly wanted to keep him company, but didn’t have the energy to argue anymore, motioning him to wash off his hands before he touched the food.

Many hands made light work. In no time at all, the rest of the dough had been rolled out and cut into shape, and laid out carefully on several sheet pans.

“Not bad,” Sky commented, appraising the cookies. They were all cut into the traditional gingerbread man shape. A few of them were lopsided, but they were all recognizable.

“Oh,” Wild said. “I should’ve let you cut them out. You’re the artist between the two of us, with your woodcutting.”

“You did a fine job,“ Sky assured him. ”Woodcutting doesn’t translate over into cookie cutting that well, anyway. What’s next?”

“Baking them,” Wild said absently, already opening the oven. A wave of heat blasted out, making Sky shiver. He hadn’t realized how chilly it had gotten in the house with the fire burning so low. Wild picked up one of the trays and turned to slide them into the oven.

“How long do they have to bake?” Sky asked, looking at the rest of the trays left on the counter. He hoped they wouldn’t take not long. He was getting a bit tired, but he had promised Wild some company, so he would stay awake. It was clear the champion needed it.

“Ten minutes,” Wild said shortly. He closed the oven door, but made no more movements, just staring straight ahead, as if lost in thought. When he didn’t move, Sky put a hand on his shoulder. Wild jumped a bit at the touch, but soon relaxed into his hand.

“Come on, let's go sit by the fire. It’s a bit chilly.”

That stirred Wild into action, and the two of them quietly shuffled over the area in front of the fireplace. Sky added a few logs to the fireplace, sending sparks to flare up, carried on the updraft up the chimney. Wild, seemingly remembering what Sky had come downstairs for in the first place, set some milk over the fire to warm. When it was steaming, he carefully poured two cups, and grated some nutmeg on top of both of them.

Sky smiled at the sight of the expensive spice. On Skyloft, nutmeg was a luxury, only used on special occasions. From what he had gathered, it was the same in most of the other hero’s eras, but he wasn't surprised that Wild had some stored away in his slate. If there was one thing the champion didn’t hesitate to spend money on, it was good food.

“Felt like splurging a bit?” Sky asked, but all he got back was a nonchalant hum. Wild was clearly not in the mood for chatting. Nonetheless, he gratefully accepted the cup of milk.

Sky sipped at the drink slowly, savoring the taste of the expensive spice, but he still finished his cup before Wild could. The champions seemed enthralled with the fire, gaze unwaveringly fixed on the tongues of flame that licked at the blackened logs. He was so still that more than once Sky feared he’d fallen into a memory.

Every so often Wild would blink, gaze flicking away from the fire and over to Sky, as if to make sure he was still there. Occasionally, he seemed to remember that he was holding a drink and took a sip, but then went right back to staring at the flames.

After several minutes of companionable silence, Sky stood. His movement drew Wild’s attention, but Sky motioned for him to stay where he was. “I’ll be right back,” he assured.

He made his way into the kitchen, and took the first tray of cookies out of the oven, set them aside to cool, and replaced them with another tray. Then he climbed the stairs to the second floor- carefully making sure to step over the third step from the top which always creaked loudly when it was stepped on.

Entering the guest room where He’d been sleeping not even half an hour ago, Sky carefully picked his way around the sleeping bodies, feeling for his pack in the dark. He retrieved what he came for and left as quickly as he came, this time while cradling his harp close to his chest. Hopefully, he hadn’t disturbed the sleep of any of his brothers.

Wild was exactly where Sky had left him, and had gone back to staring at the fire. He didn’t look up as Sky returned, and didn’t seem to register the fact that Sky had brought his harp down with him.

It was obvious by now that something was wrong with the champion, despite his claims. Maybe he truly hadn’t had a nightmare, and he really couldn’t sleep, but there was something else going on too.

Sky thought about prying. He thought about setting aside his harp and asking Wild what was wrong. But he wouldn’t imagine that would go well. Wild had already indicated he didn’t feel up to talking, even about mundane things. Sky doubted Wild would want to delve into his darker thoughts.

So instead of asking, Sky readied his harp, and began to play.

Wild jerked, not expecting the sudden music. He turned to look at Sky. He stared for long enough that Sky thought he was going to say something, but instead he turned back to watch the light dance in the hearth.

Sky plucked at the strings gently, starting up a soothing melody. He kept it as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb any of the sleeping heroes or Malon upstairs.

His playing didn’t seem to make Wild any happier or offer him a distraction from his thoughts, but it also didn’t seem to be making him upset. As Wild didn’t ask Sky to stop, the chosen hero continued his quiet playing.

In a break between songs, as Sky was plucking idly on the strings and thinking about which song to play next, Wild spoke up. His voice was so quiet, Sky nearly missed it, but he put aside his harp to listen better.

“Yule feels so familiar. It’s so-” Wild cut himself off with a wavering sigh. Sky blinked at him in confusion before realizing Wild was probably telling him what had been on his mind the whole evening.

“I can’t remember celebrating the holidays with my family. But the snow, and the smell of pine and nutmeg, and the warmth from the fire…” Wild trailed off, reaching out a hand out towards the flames as if feeling their warmth. Sky wondered if he even realized he was doing it.

Wild slowly brought the hand back to his chest, clutching the front of his tunic loosely. “It all feels so familiar. It makes me happy, because I know I must have been happy before.”

Sky didn’t ask what Wild meant by ‘before.’ He already knew.

“But it hurts so much, because I am never going to know exactly what I lost. No one can tell me about my family, and I’m probably never going to remember. I don’t even know them, but I still miss them so badly.” Wild seemed to lose steam the longer he spoke, his words trailing off into a miserable whisper until they were barely audible.

Sky’s first reaction was to try and reassure Wild that, of course, he would remember eventually. He bit his tongue, pushing down the urge. Wild didn’t seem to be expecting an immediate answer to what he’d said, so Sky took his time formulating his response. This wasn’t the time to be rushing into things and sticking his foot in it.

It was a nice thought that eventually Wild would remember everything about his previous life, but not a very realistic one. And honestly, if Wild said he thought he wasn’t going to remember something, Sky was inclined to believe him. Wild knew more about his amnesia than Sky ever would.

The boy had lost his family, in possibly the most permanent sense. He didn’t have any memories to look back on as he grieved. From what Sky knew, the boy didn’t even know who he was mourning. A mother and father, brothers or sisters, perhaps? Sky didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure Wild did either. How could Wild know when he couldn’t remember?

Telling Wild that the emotions he was feeling were wrong wasn't going to help anyone.

The teen had been through a lot, and Sky knew from personal experiences that having your emotions dismissed felt horrible. Every reassurance that everything would be okay eventually felt like a personal insult when it seemed like nothing would ever be alright ever again. If you felt bad in the moment, being told you would feel better in the future wasn't helpful.

He wouldn't do that to Wild. Sky had been able to drag himself out of that horribly dark mindset after his own quest, but it had taken a long time, and support from his friends and family.

He could be that support for Wild, as long as he needed it.

He set his harp to the side, scooting closer to Wild and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Wild followed his tugging and leaned against Sky’s shoulder with no resistance.

Sky did his best to offer comforting words. “You may not ever be able to remember your family, but you don’t need to remember what they were like to know you loved them. You don’t need to know their faces to mourn them. Not having many memories of your loved ones didn’t mean your love for them was diminished at all.”

Wild didn’t respond, but Sky hesitated to push him anymore. Wild was already being vulnerable tonight, Sky didn’t want to pressure him.

At least Wild seemed in a slightly better mood as he contemplated Sky’s words. He didn’t return to his previous stupor, remaining alert instead of zoning out and staring at the fire. Sky hoped Wild would think about what Sky said. At the very least, he hoped that Wild wouldn’t hesitate to come to Sky again if he needed to talk.

The silence continued, but it was more comfortable than before. Sky no longer felt the need to fill the quiet with music, content to simply sit next to Wild. That was, until an unpleasant scent reached Sky’s nose. He sniffed, frowning. It smelled like something was burning, and it wasn’t the pleasant scent of the pine wood in the fireplace.

“Wild, do you-” his words were cut off before he could even finish his question by Wild shooting up from where he’d been leaning into Sky’s side.

“Oh gods, the cookies!”

There was a mad scramble to the kitchen, and Sky hovered anxiously while Wild grabbed the oven mitts and brought the second tray out of the oven. There was a moment of silence as the two of them observed the tray of cookies.

“Well,” Sky started, trying to be positive. “Some of them can be salvaged.”

Wild only sighed, putting the tray to the side, and turning to slide the next one into the oven. Sky watched in concern when Wild’s shoulder started to shake. Was he crying? When Wild turned around, though, Sky could see he was restraining himself from bursting into laughter.

“Here I was throwing a pity party for myself, and letting the cookies burn,” Wild said, barely able to get his words out without wheezing.

“What- it’s not your fault-” Sky spluttered, not sure how to respond to that, but Wild waved him off. The misfortune with the cookies seemed to have cheered him up even more, so Sky let it go, even though he didn't approve of Wild calling the evening a “pity party.”

The rest of the time waiting for the final three batches of cookies was spent sitting next to each other on the couch, this time with a much lighter atmosphere than before. Sky started playing again, and now Wild was actually paying attention. He seemed to appreciate Sky’s playing, and occasionally, he even piped up to say he recognized the song Sky was playing from his own era. (It always amazed Sky to hear that some parts of Skyloft’s culture, such as certain songs, survived through the many years that separated them.)

Sky could accept that although Wild wasn’t better- it would take a long time for Wild to truly make peace with his lost memories and his family’s death- he wasn’t feeling the crushing weight of that grief anymore tonight.

By the time the last tray of cookies came out of the oven, Wild had decided that the first tray was cool enough to be iced. He was quick to whip up some simple icing. Powdered sugar with milk added a bit at a time until it reached the right consistency to pipe onto the cookies. Neither of them knew where Malon kept a piping bag in her kitchen or if she even had one at all, but thankfully, Wild had some stashed in his slate.

Sky wasn’t surprised in the slightest that Wild had such a specific tool in his slate. He wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out Wild had an entire kitchen stuffed into his slate. He said as much, but Wild didn’t laugh at his joke. Sky decided it was best not to ask.

The icing started out simple and random, adding the impression of hair and clothes, all in white. It didn’t take long before Wild was making some of the cookies into people he knew. There was one of Flora, some that were meant to represent the new champions from Wild’s stories- Riju, Teba, Yunobo, and Sidon. Sky squinted, but he honestly couldn’t see how the one meant to represent Sidon looked like him at all. At least from what he remembered from the picture Wild had shown the group of heroes before. He cut Wild some slack though, since he only had white icing to work with, and was trying to squeeze a non-hylian onto a hylian-shaped cookie.

Sky liked the idea of decorating some of the cookies to resemble people he knew. He set about making one to represent Sun. He was so focused on his decoration that he didn’t notice what Wild was doing in the meantime until he was finished with his Sun cookie. When he looked up again, he was surprised to see Wild had- somehow- managed to make a whole rainbow of colors, already placed into piping bags.

“What?” He gasped. “How?”

Wild grinned sheepishly. “There’s a dye shop in Hateno, my hometown. They mostly make dye for clothing, but they also sell food-safe dye. It’s pretty expensive but I figured it might be useful to have some at some point so I bought some in every color. This is a good enough time as any to start using it. We won’t be as limited by the colors anymore.”

Sky felt a grin overtaking his features. He knew exactly who he wanted to make into a cookie next. Grabbing the red icing and a new cookie, and started constructing a familiar, ridiculous hairstyle. His only regret when he got done with the Groose coolie was that the man wouldn’t be able to see Sky’s masterpiece before it was devoured. It actually looked a decent amount like the man.

Leaning back, Sky popped his back, a bit stiff from having been sitting at the counter for so long. Looking over at Wild, he saw that the champion ws also finishing up his current cookie. When Wild held it up to show Sky, he could see it was colored to look exactly like Twilight.

“That looks really good!” Sky said, leaning over to look closer. It really did look like a mini version of the rancher. Wild had even used a toothpick to carefully draw in the lines of Twilight’s facial tattoos.

They worked quickly, occasionally exchanging snickers at the cute cookie versions of the other heroes. They even did one for Sky, with a mini sailcloth and all. All the cookies were messy. Some of the icing was smeared, but they remained recognizable as their fellow heroes.

Occasionally, they had to stop for Wild to mix new colors to match the colors of the other heroes. Pink for Legend’s hair, purple for part of Four's tunic, a lighter blue for Wild and Wind’s tunics, and gray for Time’s armor.

By the time they’d finished icing most of the cookies, the kitchen was covered in smears of colorful icing. Sky winced. He hoped the color wouldn't stain the counters. He doubted Time or Malon would appreciate waking up to find their kitchen more colorful than they’d left it the night before.

He and Wild leaned back, observing their work so far. Neither of them were painters and it was obvious, but none of the cookies looked half bad. Sky personally thought they looked great, but Wild seemed to disagree. Sky watched curiously as Wild leaned over, picked up the black icing, and added two tiny black lines over Legend’s eyes.

“There, that’s much better. It looks way more like him,” he said, struggling to hold back a laugh at the angry expression on the cookie’s face. Sky had to hold back a snort too. He could already imagine the reaction Legend would have the next day when he noticed how his expression differed from the rest. Sky anticipated plenty of shouting and angry expressions from the veteran, not that it would help the vet prove that he ‘didn’t look like that.’

Now there was only one hero left to ice, and only one cookie left to be iced. “You’re the last one to ice,” Sky said, reaching for the last cookie before catching sight of it. When he did, he froze.

The only cookie left on the tray was from the batch they’d burnt early in the night. They’d needed to throw half of that batch in the trash, but had agreed some of the cookies were salvageable. This had been one of them. Unfortunately, the cookie was badly burnt all along one side.

“Oh,” Sky nearly choked, casting a worried glance at Wild. He felt deeply conflicted about whether he should laugh at this or not. It was a little bit funny that the only cookie left for Wild was the one that was burnt, and the champion had never shown himself to be sensitive about his scars before. But Sky didn’t want Wild to think he was laughing at him. Especially after how emotional the night had already been.

Thankfully, Wild answered that dilemma for him, breaking out into a strangled chuckle. Wild slapped a hand over his mouth, looking surprised at the laugh that had slipped out of him, and his startled expression was enough to set Sky off. Sky laughing seemed to make Wild break too, and soon both of them were bent over the counter, wheezing as quietly as they could.

Eventually, they managed to reign themselves in, and Wild picked up the blue icing, starting with the outline of his tunic. Sky remained content to watch him, occasionally handing him different colors when requested. Slowly, Sky let his mind wander.

It had been an eventful night. Some part of him was still worried about Wild, but another part of him knew that the champion was strong enough to pull through his inner turmoil.

The house still smelled like pine and holly, but now the sweet scent of the gingerbread also filled the house. The kitchen was pleasantly warm from the roaring fire and recently used an oven. Sky couldn’t help but find himself dozing off with his head propped up on his hand.

It was late after all, well past the time they should have gone to sleep. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to doze a bit while Wild finished the last cookie.

Bonus: The Cookies :)

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pinkcrittertomb · 2 months

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Usopp calling Luffy Lu changed my entire brain chemistry, bless this fanficiton

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exodesmadres · 7 years

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Lotto || EXO (2)

Pairing: Suho (Kim Junmyeon) x OC

Characters: EXO, OC, BTS, NCT, SHINee, & Cross Gene.

Genre & Warnings: Violence, Language, Gangs, possible Smut later.

$ t w o $

Yifan grinned a sly grin, leaning forward on his desk, propping his elbow atop it. His brown eyes darkened as he spoke in words that were meant to be playful and friendly banter otherwise, but his tone led on something else. "You little shit. If I had known this was you, I'd have called you up here sooner, so we could catch up on old times." As he spoke, Lu Han bowed respectfully and exited the room. But it was highly likely that he was standing at the other side of the door--listening to everything. Monitoring them.

Junmyeon flashed a guarded smile, but said nothing.

Last he saw Yifan was several years prior when he had sworn to destroy Junmyeon and his organization. The angered words of a man who hadn't been loved by the woman he wanted.

Both of them--formerly best friends--had fallen in love with Min Hani, the daughter of a wealthy politician in Seoul. It was difficult to imagine that such a person would fall into a crowd like the Korean and Chinese mobs, but Hani had actually been around them her whole life. Her father had been a corrupt politician who had secret dealings to protect the mob from the law. In return, they protected him and his family from everyone else.

Hani had fallen in love with Junmyeon from the start, and when the two got married, Yifan decided to leave the pack. He branched out, with six of the members which followed him out of loyalty, and they formed their own group called The Coven.

From what Junmyeon knew on the tabs he kept on his former best friend, Yifan was running the same drug business in China. His wealth had grown and even surpassed that of his Korean counterparts because of the size of the nation. Korea was merely a speck in comparison to China. But just as it had been for Junmyeon, starting out in China hadn't been easy. Junmyeon was amazed at what Yifan had achieved, and he might have congratulated him if he didn't know him well. Yifan was still hurt over losing Hani--as he saw it--and he thought that Junmyeon had taken her away from him.

"Junie, remember when we were two homeless kids and we lived at the underpass of the bridge?" Yifan once again called him by a different name, his words taking on a tone of reminiscence.

Junie and Fanfan had been their nicknames for each other when they were children. They grew out of them once they got older and chose new nicknamed--Suho and Kris.

Junmyeon felt a smile tugging at his lips. It didn't sound like the best of lives in the slightest, but as he thought back on it now...everything was so simple back then. It was just him and his bestfriend, the two homeless boys without a family who yearned to be rich someday and live in a nice house. They had everything they wanted now, but even as they continued to make more and more money, Junmyeon was never actually happy with all of it.

That was until Hani arrived.

"We used to climb up there and spit on the passing cars." Junmyeon said with a laugh, remembering two scrawny boys with tattered clothing making fun for themselves.

Yifan nodded, and then leaned back in his desk chair, gesturing to the room around him. "And look at us now. Self made men who achieved all their dreams. But out of another coincidence, you are now indebted to me." The entire back wall behind him were security televisions which kept surveillance of the casino. The five screens were dead focused on five specific people--Jongin, Sehun, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, and Baekhyun--all who had been left behind on the way to that office. Yifan was more careful than Junmyeon thought.

With a sigh, Junmyeon made his offer, his tone serious. "I will not have the money immediately. But--"

"We're friends!" Yifan interrupted him with a laugh. "I'll make all of this easy for you."

"You will?" Junmyeon eyed him suspiciously.

Yifan nodded his head. There was a small hint of sadness in his eyes as he said, "Of course I will. I will never forget the one person who took me in when my parents abandoned me."

Junmyeon remembered that.

Yifan came from a middle class family in Guangzhou, during a time when the one-child policy was in place in China. They had found out that another baby was on the way, and they did not qualify for any of the exceptions to the rule. His family then planned a trip to Korea, during their vacation time. They were there for three days until his parents left without their eight year old son. He had been crying on the street when Junmyeon found him, and invited him to share his home. An old tent underneath a bridge.

He became Yifan's only family. When they acquired their fortune, Yifan had gotten a private investigator to find them--his parents. He personally went to see them. They had two more children, a boy and a girl. The law in China allowed a family to have a second child if the first was a girl. Yifan had eyed their family portraits with disdain.

He killed his parents in a rage the day that he found them--still resentful at the fact that they had abandoned him for their own selfish needs. He did nothing about his siblings, knowing that being born had not been their fault.

As Junmyeon was pulled out of his memories, he nodded gratefully towards Yifan. "Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me, even after everything that happened."

The leader of The Pack did not feel guilty that Hani had chosen him over Yifan. But he did deeply lament losing his friendship. Even before Hani had made it into his life, the only person who had ever been there for him was Yifan.

"I'll make you a deal." Yifan began to explain. "One game of poker against me. If you win, your debt will be cleared. But if you lose..." He trailed off, and Junmyeon knew there would be some kind of catch. Junmyeon never lost to Yifan at cards.

"If I lose, you can have my head." Junmyeon offered.

But Yifan gave a shake of his head. "That's no good. I want something even more valuable."

"What do you mean?" The pack leader narrowed his eyes at him.

"Why don't you bet me your wife?"

things are about to get intense in this story so please stay tuned for the next update. i might upload another one tonight. but if you all would like to read ahead, there are about sixty updates already posted on my wattpad account.

my username is desmadres.

anyway, thank you all loads for reading and supporting me and my stories. it means a lot. and thank you to my first two followers!

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doctor-who-hears-a-horton · 7 years

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A Killer Affair (TenxRose)

Rating: Teen

Chapter: 6/?

Read it on AO3 here (Stay tuned for updates!)

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Rose tried to listen to the words that the Face had told her, but things were getting so jumbled in her mind that she wasn’t sure where anything began or ended. It was all so confusing.

And then Tuesday came.

John had offered to come pick her up and drive her to her mum’s, and so Rose wasn’t going to tell him no. She sat on her couch, staring into space for an hour before he got there. She should’ve cancelled, she really should’ve, but there were parts of her that couldn’t make her body pick up the phone and tell him no. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized that she had a really hard time telling him no.

One of these days, if he tried to kiss her, she would probably let him.

The knock at her door startled her out of her thoughts and she stood up shakily, not sure what to do or think. Words ran through her head but none of them made any real sense, like she was dreaming while still awake. She shook her head to clear them and opened the door to see John standing in front of her, wearing a brown suit with the tie she had picked out for him over the phone. Instead of dress shoes with his suit, he wore trainers. And on top of it all, he looked dreadfully nervous.

“Hello,” he said, smiling shakily at her, “You look lovely.”

She looked down at herself. She had really just thrown the outfit together without a real care about it. It was just a nicer-looking t shirt and black jeans. “Thanks,” she said, stumbling over the word a bit. “You look great.”

“It is your mum, after all, I feel like I should make an effort.” He smiled at her and her insides twisted up. She felt more and more guilty with each passing moments, and she knew that it would be almost impossible to redeem herself from here. She would have a difficult time carrying out her job if he kept looking at her like that.

She wouldn’t be able to see the light leave those brilliant eyes in death. How could she, when those eyes looked at her like she hung the stars? “-bought chocolates for her,” John was saying, as she tuned back into the conversation that she was having. “I didn’t want the flowers to rot in the car, or anything. I’m not very careful, do you think that she’ll be alright with chocolates?”

“I think she’ll love them,” Rose replied honestly, offering him a smile, “Are they missing you at the office?”

“I babysit most of my employees,’ John grinned, “So in a way, they miss me every time I’m a step out the door.” He held his hand out for her, “But I am all yours today, Rose. So you might as well come with me.”

She laughed at his tone and slid her hand into his, locking her front door behind her before the two of them headed for the car. John’s car was very quaint, a little blue sudan that was obviously very well loved. It was beat up, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t take care of it. It was kind of cute, honestly, but Rose didn’t think she’d ever tell John that.

He opened the passenger side door for her and didn’t speak until he typed her mother’s address into his GPS.

“You seem very nervous,” Rose said, tilting her head.

“I am very nervous,” he replied, smiling over at her. ‘I thought you might pick up on it, or maybe I’ve actually said that I’m nervous, I can’t exactly remember.”

Rose laughed a little. “So you’re nervous to meet my mum. But she’s a person, you know, she’s not going to bite you.”

“No, I suppose not, but I also wouldn’t fancy her disliking me,” John admitted quietly, “I want her to like me, you know.”

Rose felt her heart stutter. Not only was this man catering to her every whim, getting close to her and making time for her in his busiest times, but he cared what her mother thought of him. That was more than she could say for the other boys she’d dated. She glanced over at him as he drove.

“She’ll like you,” She whispered, and she knew that Jackie would like him. He was charming and sweet, and dreadfully handsome. He was everything that Jackie had ever wanted for her daughter.

Rose wondered if her mother would attend his funeral.

She jolted. She hated thinking things like that in front of John, when he was so close to her, wanting her even closer, she was sure. He was so bloody patient with her, giving her kisses on the cheek every time they parted, hugging her, but not too often. It was starting to make her boil in her own skin, and all the sensations she was feeling, really, were dreadfully unusual for her.

“You’re quiet,” John remarked as they closed in on her mother’s flat at the Powell Estate. It occurred to Rose that John might think less of her for being from a poor family, and then maybe he would break up with her just based on that.

One glance at him told her that that wouldn’t happen. For whatever reason, this man cared for her, and he wasn’t shallow enough to dump her just because she hadn’t grown up with a lot of money.

She wasn’t sure whether or not to be grateful for that.

“Um, it’s right here,” Rose pointed at the flat so that John could park in front of it. She moved to open the door and he held his hand out to stop her, saying that he would get it for her. He scooped up the box of chocolates for her mother and then trotted over to her side of the car, opening the door and taking her hand.

She knocked with a shaky hand. She hadn’t seen her mother in so long, and she found that John was her only anchor in the situation. She held his hand tightly, and he gave her a reassuring squeeze and smiled over at her.

“She’s your mum, Rose, it’s going to be alright,” he said, “She’ll always love you.” How did he read her mind so easily? He always seemed to know what she was feeling, what she wanted. She was indebted to him, and no matter which way she cut up and served this situation, it was going to end terribly.

The door swung open, revealing the excited face of her mother. She went right for Rose, pulling her into a hug, and Rose found the inexplicable urge to fight tears. She bit her lip and hugged her mum back, still holding John’s hand.

He ran his thumb over hers, encouraging her in that beautiful moment of what Rose thought was probably something akin to a reconciliation.

Finally, Jackie released her daughter and looked to John. “I’m Jackie Tyler, but you can call me Jackie. And no offense, love, but I don’t know a damn thing about you.” And now he knew her last name. She had kept it so long, kept it for herself, and now John was connected to her by name. How was this going to end now? “I’m John Smith,” John said, and handed her the chocolates. “Those are for you.”

“Oh, well, thank you!” Jackie said, obviously quite enjoying the attention. “Well, come on in, you’re just in time for tea.”

The three of them prepared for tea at the dining room table and once it was all settled, Jackie started speaking to John.

“So what do you do, John?” She asked.

“I own Gallifrey Airlines,” He said, trying to sound as casual as possible. He took a sip of the tea.

Jackie’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You do? And how- you’re so young!”

John smiled sadly, “The company belonged to my parents, and unfortunately, they’re no longer with us. But they trusted me with the company, and I am very grateful to them for leaving it to me and not some hotshot. As a result though, I hardly have free time.”

“But you took the time out to come see me with Rose,” Jackie pointed out.

John rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed. “Well, just- there’s a lot of things that I would do for Rose. Taking off work is just one of them.”

That seemed to be the right answer, and Jackie nodded. “I’m sorry about your parents.”

“They lived full lives,” John said, “But car accidents are sort of freak things, aren’t they?” he cleared his throat. “It’s alright, I have my cousin, Donna, she owns a cafe and keeps me company on the anniversary of their death every year. Actually, that’s where I met Rose. that cafe.”

Rose felt sick. She (and the Master, really) had twisted up him mourning his parents’ death. And now he saw it as a good thing. He had no idea why she was there, had no idea that she had known he would be there. That she already knew that his parents were dead. She bit her lip and stared down into her mug.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” Jackie said. “Poetic, in a way.”

‘Yeah, in a way,” Rose said, forcing a tight grin. “It was a good day,” she said honestly, because it was. It had been a very good day, and she had really enjoyed speaking to him. He spoke to her often, and he spoke to her like she was the only person that he wanted to listen to.

‘Your daughter is amazing,” John said to Jackie. “Absolutely fantastic, really. I’m very very glad that I met her.”

Her heart twisted, and she felt like vomiting. He really trusted her. He trusted her and he thought so highly of her.

She couldn’t do this to him anymore. Even if things didn’t work out with him, if she wasn’t with him, didn’t get together with him properly, she didn’t think she could take life from such an amazing man, money be damned. She could get out of this and still keep half. The Face could help her. She would ask him to.

“I’m happy she’s found you,” Jackie said, “The two of you seem very comfortable together,” she smiled. “It’s been a long time since Rose had a-” “Mum.”

“What?” “We’re not anything officially,” John said for her, “We’re very close, we talk all the time, but-”

“Bollocks,” Jackie frowned. “The two of you, you’re meant to be together, any old rotten sod could see that. John, I’ve never seen anyone look at my Rose the way you look at her.”

John blushed and stammered for a moment. “Um, well, I’m really trying not to be too extreme about this, I wanted to be subtle. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Rose.” he looked at her with anxiety written all over his face. He really was more worried about her happiness than anything else.

“I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable,” she said, smiling a little bit. “You know, I have a voice.”

He laughed a little. “I’m sorry, I just, it’s been a long time since I’ve had… I’m at a loss.”

“Better than you being experienced,” Jackie said, and all three of them laughed.

Rose forgot who she was while they had tea. They were just a family having tea, and she forgot what her job was. John’s hand fell on her knee under the table and she let it stay there, going so far as to put her hand over his, curling her fingers under his so they were thoroughly latched together.

They stayed far too late, and Rose checked the clock and saw that it was very late.

“Oh, you have to work tomorrow, don’t you?” She guessed.

He nodded and glanced at the clock as well. “Oh! Blimey, I’d not realized how late it was,” he laughed a little. “Thank you for having me, Jackie, but I really do think I must be getting your daughter back home.”

They said goodbyes at the front door and Jackie hugged John, surprising both John and Rose. Jackie then hugged her daughter.

“Please call me,” Jackie said softly, “Stop being so far away from everyone who cares about you.”

Rose squeezed her eyes shut and nodded before pulling back from her mum. “Goodnight.”

The ride back to Rose’s flat was quiet, and John held her hand as he drove. She stared down at their linked fingers and wondered how it would feel if this was real, because as it was, it felt pretty damn good. She unconsciously stroked his fingers with her free hand, staring down at his hand.

When they got back to her flat, she was feeling more lost than ever, and she wanted to speak to him, but knew anything that she had to say would mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, on the list of things that were important.

She stood to face him when he walked her to her door. “Thank you for coming with me,” she said honestly, “It means a lot to me.”

“I’ve already said that there are a lot of things I would do for you.” He reached out and cupped her cheek with one hand. “In such a short time, you have become dreadfully important to me,” he said softly, “I’m afraid of pushing you away.”

She shook her head gently so that his hand wouldn’t fall away. ‘You’re not,” she said, surprised that he thought that.

“You don’t think I”m coming onto you too hard?” He asked, his brow furrowed.

“No.”

“Ah, well just in case, I’d better make this one more night of me being a gentleman.” he pressed a kiss to her cheek, and she surprised herself by wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug. He hugged her back, nose pressed to her hair, before whispering a goodnight in her ear and disappearing into the night.

#ray lu writes fic #raylu writes fic #tenrose #tenxrose #ten x rose #tenth doctor #rose tyler #fanfic #doctor who fanfic #fanficiton #wip

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linked-universe-fic-finder · 2 years

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I can't remember the title of this fic, but what happens in it is that Sky technically dies, but is a ghost and only Hyrule can see him but only as a fairy. They're also in a Hyrule that was created by the author, which had really good worldbuilding. For the life of me, I can't find it in any tags

Glad you could find it! (Heres the link to the fic)

#mod mint #linked universe #lu fic finder #lu fanficiton #fic search #found fic

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linked-universe-fic-finder · 2 years

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If you don't mind, do you have any fluffy disabled legend is taken care of fics? In an absence of that I'll happily just take general fluffy sick fics ^-^ (tysm I love this blog so many good recs ily)

Here's some about Legend:

Let Me Speak No More by Nova16 - Mute Legend

Care for a Legend by Colibrie, karovie - The Chain and Ravio help take care of Legend when he has a flare up. (TW for un consensual drugging)

Running is a Victory by sister_dear - Legend stops taking his pain medication. Sky has a talk with him.

Here’s some about the others:

Narcolepsy by Salt00 - Sky has narcolepsy.

Handle With Care by sister_dear - Sky has asthma

Blind Wild Series by Saita_s - Wild is blind

Take Care of You For Me by lulalotte - Wild loses his arm

Broken and a Blind Liability by Raikcaa - Hyrule is blinded

Phantoms of the Past by AutumnAlchemist - (Wing AU) Wild has phantom pains from his missing wing.

Old Wounds by Mintyy_Fresh - (Oops self promotion) Wild and Legend have trouble with rainstorms

Going Down by Snoodle Whumpus (TheNerdyPixel) - Wind has problems with his heart

A Secret Shared by iceprinceofbelair - Wild has had problems breathing ever since coming out of he shrine

#mod mint #linked universe #lu fic finder #lu fanficiton #fic recs #lu legend

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linked-universe-fic-finder · 2 years

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*jumps down from the hole in the ceiling*

Any good wind angst?

I need food please-

*sweeps up dust you knocked down* me too bestie

Remember to heed the Ao3 tags!

His Most Precious Thing by HylianHarmony - Legend and Warriors break Wind's telescope, it doesn't go over well

Birthday Boy by HylianHarmony - Wind hates his birthday

The Sunrise Has Never Seen Us Sleep by Skiewrites - Wind and Legend bond over Wind Fish Trauma

Wind Kills A Bird by HoneyHunny - Four gets kidnapped by the Helmaroc King, Wind and Wild go to save him

a flaming raft that drifts towards the sunset by Skiewrites - Wind hates his birthday

Impossible by Kokiri_kid - Wind has depression and Warriors talks to him. Ft flashbacks to Hw and Older Wind

It's Dangerous to Go Alone by EclipseOfTheWild - Wind loses an arm

Scared of the Dark by AnnoyingQuiche - Wind tries to kill Shadow

Error103HRD Bonus round

I'll do it again and again by Error403HRD - Wind is trapped in a Lu time loop

Ghosts by Error403HRD - Every member of the chain dies, except Wind

Once more - Error403HRD - Four and Wind are stuck in a time loop (tw for suicide)

#mod rus #linked universe #lu fanficiton #lu fic finder #fic recs #lu wind

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linked-universe-fic-finder · 2 years

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fic search! wild centric, I don't remember much except this little snippet:

"y'all'd've been dead if I hadn't shown up" twilight says

legend (I think, though it could be a different link) shudders and says "please don't say that."

"what? that you could've died?"

"no. y'all'd've."

twilight grins, "y'aint seen nothing yet."

that's literally all I can remember, it was a good fic tho

I remember reading this and now its haunting me too ahhh!!

Does anyone know this one?

#mod rus #linked universe #lu fanficiton #lu fic finder #fic search #lu twilight

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Found Fic Masterpost

Fic Rec Master Post

Tags Masterpost

Last Updated: Feb. 4th, 2022

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Failure and Fortitude by sister_dear - Sky is turned into a pigeon.

Chapter 1 of In an Era by Script_the_Skeleton - Legend knows Linebeck is a dream

The Sword That Seals Darkness by HeroineOfTwilight - Master Sword hurts Twilight

Silent Games by Katlover98 - A quiet game goes wrong

Miscalculation by theScrap_Witch - Protective Malon

A Secret Shared by iceprinceofbelair - Wild has breathing problems

Chapter 3 of Wild Adventures by Lalalando - Wild takes Legend mining

The House in the Eye of the Storm by LettersbytheLake - Warriors is homesick

Whumptober Day 1: All Trussed Up and Still Nowhere to Go by Skyward_Arpeggio - Wild trying to keep Twi from falling over the edge of a cliff

Chapter 8 of Of Various Link by Ort - Sky meets Oocca

Chapter 2 of Dragon Scales by lalalando - Wild cuddles a cat

Songs of the Wild by DreamHero - The others thing Wild doesn't have any magic songs. They're wrong.

Being Lost is Not Always Bad by Sillus - Hyrule gets lost and finds some cats.

I can’t let you leave empty handed by the_Lady_Dionysus - Warriors meets a great fairy in Wild's era

Fear by GhoastLoaf - Trans!Warriors unsafely binding

A Blink of an Eye by Nova16 - The chain meet Legend in the middle of his many adventures

Memory Box by Teaj - The chain find a box of Wild's things from before the Calamity

Feral Wild by @/headcanonsandhijinx - Wild eats everything

Among Us by St0rmy - Time loop/Traitor fic

Clearing the Air by Sinnatious - Time and Legend get stuck in a cave

Color the Scars Brightly by Tuxedo_elf - First has scars he want to hide. Wind helps him cover them up with tattoos.

Keep your face to the Sun by Ageofavalon - Shadow joins the chain

A Crack in the Mirror by theScrap_Witch - Twilight sees the shards of the mirror that litter Lurelin beach on Wild's Hyrule

Chapter one of LU Drabbles 2021 by LettersByTheLake - Twilight teaches the Links hand to hand combat.

Chapter Seven of Snap! by Tashilover - Sky is sick, and mistakes Wild as sun. Accidental proposal ensues

Brethren in a Cradle by Skyward_Arpeggio - The Chain find a baby in the ruins of a town. A baby with a familiar symbol on his hand.

Linked Darkness by Oceanera12 - It's revealed that Four was a traitor at one point or another.

Chapter 32 of In an Era by Script_the_Skeleton - The Chain meet Wild and Flora from before the Calamity, and hate the way they are treated.

Chapter 29 of In an Era by Script_the _Skeleton - None of the chain are mortal. Wild finds out he's a god.

Secret Poison by Pan (Lucky_Cassandra) - Twilight fights in Wolf form, leading to suspicion being cast on him. To complicate things further, he's infected by malice

Bonding by sky_squido - The Chain are on Skyloft during a bonding festival.

Lost on Snowpeak by Teaj - Some of the Links get caught out in a snaowstrom

Wars of the Mind by LettersByTheLake - Warriors gets badly injured. He has seizures while recovering

Of Various Links by Ort - Time, Twilight, Wild are all trapped in a caver. Wild dies, and then revives

We Could Be Immortals by waterfalls_of_eventife - Immortal Time living in a house that is suspended in time. The others come to live with him.

Light My Way Home by wild_selenite_caffine - time has a nightmare about Malon and the Fierce Deity

Ties That Bind Us by AideStar - Vio and Shadow are magically bound together

Bunny of Legend by thatsnotmyname32 - Legend is found by the Chain while he's in bunny form

Sponge Cake for Four by Seeking7 - The others make a sponge cake for a sick Four

A Little Help (Orphaned) - The Minish help repair a pot that Wind broke

Scarf by FlamingIdiot - Ravio gives a scarf to each of the heroes, except Legend

City in the Sky by Once_Upon_A_Potter - Sky is the dragon at the end of the sky temple in Twilight Princess

Chapter 3 of Cracks In The Glaze by Lalalando - Time witnesses Wild being killed by Yiga

Primed for Portals by Lalalando - Wild has an adrenaline rush and then passes out after going through a portal.

Wild's Story Hour Series by QueenofLiterature - Wild tells the others about his adventure

Blind Wild Series by Saita_s - Wild is blind

Blind by dinfeanoriel - Sky is temporarily blinded

Degrees of Weakness by kasanya_01 - Degrees of Resurrection from Sky's POV

Wind’s Guide to Surviving “Alone” in the Wilderness by yoinks_maybe - Wind is trapped alone in a cave with two strangers

I Think Hiccup Cures Were Really Invented For the Amusement of the Pateint's Friends by Skyward_Arpeggio - Warriors gets the hiccups, and tries out hiccup cures

Hotel Oasis by Turlteduckcrossing - Chapter ten of Turtle's Linked Universe Scribbles - Legend and Wild spend a day in Gerudo Town

Adopting the Enemy by Glau - Ganon adopts Link

Link^4 by FlamingIdiot - Four splits up and enjoys a day at the festival

#lu fic finder #linked universe #lu fanficiton #master post

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minty-mumbles · 2 years

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Would anyone be interested in a Linked Universe Fic Finder blog? People could send in fics they remember but can’t find any anymore/tropes they want to read, and I would do my best to help. Or at least post it so other people could help find it if I can’t

I don't think that there's anything like this out there. Correct me if I'm wrong though!

#linked universe #lu fanficiton

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any fic recs for some koholint angst? bonus if marin is there but i just really want legend getting some comfort from any of/the entire chain-

Here are some:

Too Good to Be True by AideStar - Warriors's era isn't real. Warriors isn't real. Legend is the only one who knows. (This one actually made me tear up a bit. *chef's kiss*)

Never Forget Me by Cloverrr - Legend makes peace with his actions on Koholint.

Reunited at Dawn by Rarely_Writes - Legend and the Chain end up on Koholint island. Marin and Legend reunite.

#mod mint #linked universe #lu fic finder #lu fanficiton #fic recs #lu legend #lu marin

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From The Outside In (Part 1: The Soothsayer)

Summary: A series of short unconnected fics, exploring the chain from various outsider's perspectives.

AO3 | Part Two

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It was a beautiful day for the festival. The sun is bright, warming the early spring air. The Soothsayer sighs, breathing in deep. She’s seen seventy-nine winters melt away into spring in her time. This will be her eightieth.

She wraps her shawl around her hunched figure, moving with purpose through the crowd. Those who notice her move out of her way in respect, and she offers them a nod. She was born and raised in this town, and unlike some, she had never left. She has been this town's healer, midwife, wise woman, and soothsayer for many, many years. She doubts most of the people in the town even remembered her predecessor.

When she finally reaches her destination, she shakes out the blanket she brought with her, and settles down. She’s tucked a little out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the market square, but still visible. She sets out a small bowl for donations, lights a few candles, and waits.

For a while, no one approaches her.

A girl in a traditional dancing skirt twirls by, followed by a laughing young man. Her feet are already light, stepping to the beat of distant music. She must be headed to the smaller western marketplace, where musicians always gather to set up a dance floor for festivals like these.

A group of three children who looked so similar they must be triplets is clustered around the nearby kite stand, loudly debating whether they should pool their money to buy a kite that looked like a butterfly, or one that looked like a dragon.

In the center of the square, she can see two of the local youths sitting on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the square. One reaches up to the other’s hair, and tucks a flower behind their ear. They blush, laughing, though she can't hear them through the noise of the market. The stand that is selling these early spring blooms is set up to her left, bursting with color and fresh fragrance.

Further away, she could hear the baker hawking her freshly baked goods, quickly drawing in a crowd. The scent of the pies she’s set out on display makes the Soothsayer’s mouth water. The hustle and bustle of the market fills all her senses, and she smiles at the lively atmosphere in the town.

This was the largest festival this town held, and it seemed to grow bigger every year, as people came from surrounding towns to enjoy the three days of festivities.

It had been many many years since the Soothsayer had participated in the celebrations. Her body was not as spry as it used to be, nor did she care to force her way through the crowds more than she had to. She already knew what wares most of the merchants would be selling, as she saw them set up their stalls here every Saturday, albeit in a much less decorated fashion.

The festival was a nice way to earn some extra rupees, though.

Those who come to her to get their fortune are mostly those from out of town. The residents know they can ask her to read their palms at other times for fewer rupees. She has other, more complicated ways of telling the future, but nothing worth trying to sell here.

The first few people who approach her are what she’s come to expect from these festivals. A pair of lovers approach her. She's happy to read only good things on their palms, and they head off happily, arms entwined.

A little boy comes up while his father is pursuing the flower stall across the square, and shyly offers her a single rupee. She humors him, looking at his small chubby hand. She reads many hardships in his future that will nearly break him, but also reads how he will find peace in the end. She tells him the second half, and sends him off with his father, who is now carrying a bouquet of tulips.

The third person to approach her is slightly more unusual. He has his long black cloak pulled up, and looks slightly uncomfortable with the crowd. Underneath that, she can see a blue tunic with white designs on the chest. His companion, a taller man wearing a wolf pelt around his shoulders, is distracted at the nearby leatherworker’s stall.

The shorter one soon wanders away, feet leading him unknowingly towards her. He seems to be looking for a quiet place to wait for his companion, and her little undisturbed corner of the market seemed to draw him in. As he draws closer, she can see under his hood. The scars there are unlike any she’d ever seen. She watched as he approached, before deciding to speak. “Hello, dear. Come sit with an old woman for a moment?”

He did not look startled, although she did not think he had noticed her before. He acquiesced to her request, giving her a small smile as he kneeled in front of her. Giving her tip bowl a quick glance, he reached underneath his clock. She didn't see where he withdrew the money form, and he had no rupee pouch, but he quickly produced several of the small gems which together valued more than 100 rupees.

She let out a small cough of surprise as he placed them in the bowl, giving her a tiny smile. “Oh, I wasn’t aching for money, dear. It just seemed that you needed a place to get out of the crowd for a moment.” The tiny smile grew into a slightly more genuine one, even if he tilted his head curiously, pointing to the tip owl again.

“Oh, that. I have no small talent in palmistry. This festival is just a nice way to make a few extra rupees.” The boy tilts his head curiously, and she wonders if he’s never heard of palm reading before. “It’s the art of reading the loans on someone’s palm, reading their future there.” The boy nods. “Would you like to have your palm read, my dear? All I’ll need is your left palm.”

The boy hesitates, and offers his right hand instead, and she can understand why. The scars on his face seem to cover more of his body than she originally thought. The palm of his left hand is heavily scarred, the lines on his hand almost impossible to make out. Regardless, she shakes her head.

“No, child,” she reassures, smiling serenely, reaching out and taking his other hand. “The scars of life are part of the tale I may read in your palm. Your left hand will do.”

And she looks.

She doesn't know how long she stares at the palm, but when she looks up, her eyes are wide and tears threaten to fall. She does not know exactly what she is crying for. All she knows is that one so young should never have as much suffering in their life. No one should.

She meets his eyes, and they seem to say ‘What do you see, soothsayer? Something unexpected?’ For a moment, his gaze ensnares her, and she can't look away. There's something ancient in that gaze. Something she can’t put a name to.

Then he breaks eye contact, turning to look over his shoulder at the one clad in fur. He’s laughing, not a trace of the seriousness that was there for a moment before. He gets up and is drawn away by his companion, whom she had not noticed had approached. He does not wait for any sort of response from her.

They disappear into the bustling crowd, and she watches them for as long as she can.

She doesn't see him again, but she never forgets that boy.

#mint's fanfiction #from the outside in #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #lu fanficiton #original character

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