#lu mild hurt/comfort

[lakes-liver]

Legend has been acting very distinctly off, lately.

He’s not injured, Sky knows that much. There wasn’t a time where he’s been separated from the group. Something triggered him, perhaps? The veteran has more than enough baggage to sift through.

Sky really isn’t sure.

Legend hasn’t been the same since… about a week ago? Something of the sort? He’s been quieter, laughter not so loud, snarks not so present. If it were anyone else, Sky wouldn’t be concerned.

But this is Legend he’s talking about. Legend, who shows a prickly front but is soft on the inside. His facade isn’t prickly right now, though, more like a dull point.

Triggers don’t last that long, right? If they didn’t, he would be better by now, at least outwardly. Then again, Sky doesn’t know much (if anything at all) of the “shell-shock” the veteran, the captain, and even Time seem to describe. What he knows is limited, tales from an era long before Skyloft, when the world wasn’t so peaceful. So, maybe there’s a chance it can last this long?

This train of thought does not change the fact that there is still something wrong, and Sky is very much concerned.

Another day passes, and the Chosen Hero watches his friend. A multitude of notes show up.

One: no one else seems to have noticed the problem at hand.

Two: Legend is acting as he usually does (jabs, rolled eyes, etc.) around everyone in their group.

Third: the veteran is only acting oddly around Sky.

Now, this has raised a very important question in Sky’s mind. Did he do something wrong? While he’s never been one to hold silent grudges (except against the goddesses, of course), maybe Sky had done something to be an exception.

He mulls this over throughout the evening, as they set up camp. Physically, he’s busied by setting out his bedroll, as well as some of the others’. Mentally, though, he thinks, and thinks, and thinks.

If the veteran hadn’t been borderline ignoring him, Sky’s sure he’d make a quip about how he shouldn’t think so much.

“It must get difficult thinkin’ so hard, birdbrains,” he’d mock, and Sky would laugh, and all would be well.

But all is not well. And Sky is growing more nervous by the second.

He thinks over every interaction with Legend in the past week. Nothing stands out to him. It started normally, with pokes and jokes and smiles and giggles. Then, like a switch had been flipped, the pink-haired man had become strangely subdued.

Could it have something to do with that? The whole… pink-rabbit, thing? But that was months ago, and this was so much more recent.

“Sky? Ya ‘ere?” Fingers are being snapped in front of his face.

He jumps, looking into the marked face of Twilight. Sky hides it with a flush and a chuckle. “Yes! Sorry, got lost in my thoughts, there” — and here is where the birdbrain comments should go, yet none do — “what did you ask?”

Twi, ever the worrywart, frowns slightly. “I ‘as j’st askin’ ‘bout watch. Doubleshif’s, you an’ Ledge. But, if yer not up for it—”

“No!” Sky is fast to interrupt. “No worries! I’m alright, truly. That sounds wonderful.” He gives the most reassuring smile he can muster, and it’s honest and true, for once.

Twilight’s frown lifts, a bit, and the slightly older man nods and steps away towards Wild and Wind, who are still cooking dinner.

Watch with Legend, huh? Could this be his chance?

A small bit of him warns that things could go very, very, wrong.

Luckily, the bigger part of him tells him that if he doesn’t say anything now he will run out of time to say anything at all.

So, that is that. Watch is set—blech, the middle shift—and Sky walks over to the rest of his friends before he can think any more of the situation.

“Sky!” Wind waves. “Come sit by us!”

‘Us’, in this case, happens to be himself, Wild, and Twilight, none of whom he’s opposed to being near. Thus, he picks his way to a spot on a ground, settling next to Wind. The smaller melts into his side (a common occurrence), and Sky happily accepts a bowl of pumpkin soup.

It’s not the same as from his home, of course, but it’s still soup and there’s still pumpkins. He’s still satisfied by the taste.

“Thank you, Wild,” he says, setting the now-empty bowl beside him.

Wild grins crookedly. “‘Course, Sky, I’m glad you liked. Seconds?”

Sky shakes his head. “Not tonight.”

The sailor, on the other hand, shoots up, mouth completely stuffed. “‘ll take ‘is s’rv’in’!”

“Calm yerself, sailer, others gotta eat,” Twilight chides.

“Meanie.” Wind crosses his arms with a pout. Sky ruffles the top of his head, a fond look surely on his face, and the smaller does not shy away.

He spares a glance to Legend and Hyrule, across the fire. The former is staring, brows furrowed, but looks away as soon as he notices Sky’s gaze. The latter continues chattering away as if nothing happened (and, in their eyes, nothing did happen).

Overall, the fire is warm and his belly is full. His friends sit around him and talk and snort and sigh, contentment filling the air. Sure, they have double watches set up, the tension is high, and they are exhausted, but they are together and they are (physically) healthy. Sky could not ask for much more.

So, Sky turns in for the beginning of his rest. Wind is sprawled next to him, looking like the starfish they all claim to exist.

Three hours later, Time is shaking him awake.

“You’re up, Sky. Four’s already woken Legend,” he whispers.

Sky nods. This is a song they’ve danced to many times.

Seeing him up and aware, the oldest moves to his bedroll with a soft ‘goodnight’. The Skyloftian echoes it in turn, before advancing towards the dying embers and confusing veteran.

At first, the watch is normal. Sky watches one side whilst Legend watches the other. There isn’t much talking—there never is, on the second watch, what with tired eyes and restless heroes—but the bit that is remains light and regular. For a moment, he can almost forget the anxiety that’d been eating him away earlier.

Then, Sky makes a comment that shatters the glass around them.

“Oh c’mon, vet,” he rolls his eyes. “We both know you use those trinkets of yours quite often.”

The chuckle Legend gives sounds forced, and Sky is hit with a pang of guilt. It was meant as a simple jab—nothing more nor less—but it maybe it was too biting?

Sky takes the second to study Legend’s newfound stance. He’s hunched in on himself, hands hugging knees, and despite not being able to see his face, Sky can assume his expression is that of a resigned sort of scowl.

It’s the same reaction he’s seem many times on multiple others. Twilight when scolded by Time; Wild when scolded by Twi; Wind when scolded by Warriors; Hyrule when scolded by Legend. It is not a reaction he expected to receive from their veteran, let alone one to be stemmed from him.

It spikes a whole new pang of worry.

He turns back before Legend can catch his face. “Sorry, Ledge. I like your items a lot. It’s not a problem to use ‘em, you know.”

From the corner of his eye, he catches the tension release, just a little bit. Enough, though, to know he said the right thing. Good.

Legend doesn’t give a response besides a light bump of the shoulders. The watch continues in a not-quite-awkward but not-quite-comfortable silence.

Creeeeak.

Sky’s head is up in an instant, scanning and pausing and reviewing the treeline in front of him. His ears twitch and try to catch every little thing, from the scamper of a mouse to the rustle of the wind. He’s certain Legend is doing the same, on his end.

A beat passes. Two. Three.

Legend’s breath hitches. “Bokoblin. One o’ Wild’s, reckon.”

“The others?” Sky whispers, voice barely making a sound.

“No. It’s just one. On three?”

Sky nods.

One beat. Two.

“Three!” Legend hisses.

Sky springs up, Master Sword poised to strike and shield up to block. Legend follows in a similar manner, clutching the Tempered Sword and some sort of shield. The ‘blin barely reacts before Sky is moving, moving, moving, slashing at the beast with a ferocity he didn’t realize he possessed this late at night.

The monster bleeds black.

Legend notices too, and lets out a soft string of curses before he’s in on the action. They trade blows, one then the other then both at the same time.

The bokoblin does not back down. It swings its own sword at their ankles, then their waists, then their heads. Wide arcs that make it near impossible to get in, despite the fact that the odds are two to one.

Legend pushes and knocks it off balance, and Sky seizes his chance. He steps into the circle, sword going faster than a blink, and stabs through the head. The Master Sword glints on the other side. The beast dissolves into nothing save a gem and some guts.

Sky lets out a cheer and turns to Legend.

Who’s eyes, suspiciously, are blown wide with fear. Did he get hurt? Had Sky missed something during the heat of the battle?

He stumbles forward—wait, stumbles? Sky shouldn’t be stumbling, he didn’t get hurt, just look down—oh. That’s blood. On his tunic. On his stomach.

Shit.

Pain erupts from the area, stabbing and scorching and hot in a way it really should not be, not on a fresh wound, not unless it’s infected—

“Sky? Sky! Stay with me, hero, stay with me.” Legend is frantic and holding his shoulders, lowering him carefully to the ground. Why is he so panicked? It’s not that bad, right?

Another shot of pain rocks his body, and he bites back a scream with practiced expertise.

Nevermind, it is definitely that bad.

Still, though, Legend is upset, and he can’t have that. Legend shouldn’t be upset, not because of him.

“I’m okay,” he gasps. “‘m fine, Ledge, just needa—” a coughing fit fights its way out and he cant stop it.

“You ain’t fine, you needa potion or sum. Hold on fer me, ‘kay? Hold on, ‘ll get Roolie or, or,” Legend stops, stares, and then darts up and away. Sky frowns, because Legend is still stressed and he can tell because his accent is loose and free and that is not something he often does.

He holds on for as long as he can, though. He can hear shouts and people getting up and running and since when did they get so far? What’s even happening? Is someone hurt?

Ow. Right. Sky is hurt.

His stomach doesn’t feel so good. It feels sticky and hot and gross and bad and he doesn’t like it. Maybe a nap will help? Naps usually help when he’s tired, they always have. Maybe he should nap.

Just as his eyes start to fall shut, someone shakes him, yelling and shaking and yelling and shaking. Bright, violet, eyes meet dull sky blue, panicked and calm and panicked and calm and ow ow ow everything hurts so bad.

The violet eyes have a mouth attached, and it keeps opening and closing but he can’t hear anything. Should he be hearing something?

Something cold presses against his stomach and he hisses. It keeps going, pushing and pushing, but the cold becomes warm and soft and comfortable. Sky could nap, like this.

Despite his eyes fluttering shut, someone grabbed and shook him, yet again. He really wishes they’d stop, he’s trying to nap here!

“—descendant!” They say.

…What?

Now significantly more interested, Sky strains his ears to listen closer. Oh, cool, the warm-yet-cold hands gave some of his hearing back. That’s nice.

“I’m—or—dant!”

They’re… huh?

“I’m royal!”

The Chosen Hero blinks. Once, twice, three times. His vision is so blurry he can’t make anything out besides those glaring eyes and disheveled hair.

The pain is subsiding, a little bit, so that’s neat.

What did they mean… royal?

Oh. Oh! Wait! Him and Sun start the royal bloodline of Hyrule, don’t they? This person could be referring to that! Is it a Zelda? Did one of the other Zeldas come? They’re so sweet, all those young women, and it triggers something in him that’s quite enjoyable. Maybe, once this pain quiets down, he can talk to them? That’d be just wonderful.

He closes his eyes again, humming in contentment when the unknown Zelda doesn’t shake him back. The sharp and burning and horrible ache is nothing more than annoying, now, and he’s slept much worse than this. He falls unconscious, unaware to the trembling hero next to him.

What could be minutes or hours or even days later, Sky opens his eyes again. It’s dark out, and stars shine brightly up above. Trees dot the outline of his vision.

He tries to sit up. His lower abdomen protests vehemently, and he has to abandon such efforts. Something between a groan and whine escaped him, despite his feeble attempts to swallow it whole.

“Sky?” Someone asks. “Sky! You’re awake!”

He looks towards the voice, and is pleasantly surprised to see Legend. He made it out of the fight! There’s no visible bandages, or splints, or anything but concerned eyes and a soft face.

Sky musters up the best smile he can. “I’m okay, Ledge.” He pushes up again, and this time makes it as far as propping his weight onto his elbows. His stomach screams, but he’s alright, truly.

“You damn better be,” the vet mutters, but he helps push the chosen hero up the rest of the way. Sky nods his thanks, before scanning their camp.

It’s still the same place they were last time. A small grove in the middle of uncharted woods, somewhere so random that no one knows who’s Hyrule it is or even if it is anyones. There are six sleeping forms and the outline of Wolfie.

There is no Zelda. He distinctly remembers a Zelda being there, after he was injured. Did she leave? He wanted to talk to her.

“Where did she go?” Sky asks, frowning. That’s unfortunate.

Legend raises an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Zelda,” he says, like it’s obvious. “She was here whenever… I got hurt, I guess.”

“Sky,” Legend looks very confused. “There wasn’t ever anyone’s Zelda here. Why would you think so?”

His words are thought out, slower, deeper than the mess he’d been when Sky was injured. That’s good, it means the vet has had time to breathe and calm down since then.

“There wasn’t? But someone mentioned being of royal descent, did they not?” Had he made that entire conversation up? Something of delusion built from blood loss and poison?

Legend’s expression freezes; a blush creeps across his ears. “You, uh, you heard that?”

“Yes?” How could he not? They were shaking and shouting, for Hylia’s sake!

“Oh.”

Sky is growing quickly more confused, and concerned, and he remembers why he was so nervous around Ledge in the first place. Something was wrong—no, something is wrong—and he wants to figure it out.

“Legend? Did something happen? Are you alright?”

The veteran shakes his head. “You got stabbed, Chosen. Scared the hell outta us.”

But that doesn’t answer about the past week or the mysterious person who he’s very very certain said they were related to him.

“I’m sorry,” he starts. Before the other can object, Sky continues. “What about the Zelda, though? Or whoever it was? Someone said they were my descendant, I thought.”

Legend looks anywhere but at Sky’s face. It’s very suspicious. “That, uh, that doesn’t matter. You need rest.”

Sky uses his own arms to keep him up, despite the insistence of the pink-haired hero to get him to lay back down. The more lucid he is, the less the pain matters. It’s nothing, now. He’s done more on less.

“No, wait, Ledge—”

“It was me,” he whispers, and it’s as quick as the pegasus boots he loves so much.

“Hm?”

Legend flushes, continuing to look away. “It was, uh. It was me. I’m your…” he trails off into something incoherent.

Sky raises an inquisitive brow.

“Don’t make me say it,” Legend scowls.

“Say what?”

“You know what!” And Sky really does. He wants to hear Legend admit it for himself, though.

“Stab wound,” he deadpans instead.

Legend huffs and pouts and crosses his arms, scowl deepening, then softening, then deepening again.

A beat passes. No one stirs except for the two exhausted heroes.

“Fable—my Zelda—she’s my sister. I’m the Prince of Hyrule, technically.” Legend brings his knees up to his chest and hugs them, eyes downcast, stance tense and so similar to how it was by the fire, that night.

Everything clicks into place very neatly.

Legend is not upset with Sky. He is worried about Sky, worried he’s been a disappointment, worried that he’s somehow made a mistake. So he cut back on snarks and rolled eyes, on cocked hips and wide gestures, replaced it with something subdued and a (quite frankly horrid) attempt at being something different.

“Can I hug you?” Sky asks, because it’s the only thing he can think of saying.

The veteran—the teenager, really—all but jumps. But, exactly as he hoped he would, the boy uncurls himself just enough to nod and accept the arms barrelling into him.

Sky represses a gasp (ow ow ow, next time, do not fall into someone’s arms with a scabbed stab wound, good Hylia), and squeezes tight, pouring every ounce of care he can in. This is his descendant, his kid, and it’s such a rush of emotions he’s surely going to have to process later but for right now Legend slots perfectly into his arms and all is well.

“You’re not… you’re not mad?” The boy rasps.

Sky uses one hand to comb through unruly hair. Jeez, did this kid brush it at all while he was unconscious? He’s going to have to use the recently acquired dad-card to fix that.

“Why’d I be mad, Ledge?”

From where he’s pressed the other against his chest (how did he never realize Legend was so small? Has he seriously never hugged him before?), Sky can’t see the expression he’s making. He can well assume, though, that’s something along the lines of furrowed brows and pressed lips, confusion evident with a hint of something else.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” Legend finally decides on, and Sky almost laughs at how absurd the question is.

He pulls back to look the boy in the eyes. “Legend, you are a wonderful person who has done wonderous things. You have faced atrocities that no person should, and come out stronger, better, and you have done it again and again, because you care for people less fortunate than you.” His descendant’s eyes are blown wide, wide, wide, and the deep black spots are all the more obvious; no wonder he’s so open, right now, there is not a single ounce of sleep in that body. “I know I haven’t known you long, but I am so proud of you regardless, Legend, and I have no words for how happy I am that I am somehow related to you.”

Violet eyes stare into sky blue, expression lax in a way Sky has not seen before, details in the starlight that are old to one but new to the other.

Sky is hit with the fact that he has never looked at the veteran before this. Not hard enough to point out the little things, like the freckles or light scars or baby hairs.

“Oh,” Legend murmurs, casting his gaze downwards and caving in on his own body a bit more. “Okay.”

“Legend,” eyes flick up once more, “I’m being genuine.”

“I know.” A long pause. “I know, it’s just not that simple, I guess. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Ledge.”

Legend’s eyes go wide, wide, wide, once more. “The others can’t know I’m Fable’s brother.”

That is definitely something Sky is going to address at a later date.

For now, he hopes that the glint his eyes get is mischievous and his smirk comes across correctly. “Exactly.”

Legend does not look convinced.

“We’ll be like Twi and the champion were, for a while. Imagine how pissed Wars an’ Wind’ll be trying to figure it out,” Sky says, because while he’s seen hell he’s still just barely twenty and the epitome of a little shit.

(Holy Hylia, he’s going to have to address that later. How do Twilight and Wild do this all day? They’re barely a few years apart!)

Legend stares at him, and then lets out a cackle of a laugh. Real and honest, all because of Sky, and hope blooms in his chest. The other is undoubtedly the hardest nut to crack and Sky is finally getting through, after months of work.

Soon, he starts laughing too. He can’t help it! The vet’s laugh is so contagious, and he’s rocking back on his knees, and Sky is wheezing, and they’re both definitely delirious.

They’re also a bit too loud, because even as their giggles subside, the other Links begin stirring. Hyrule first, the lightest sleeper by far, but Wind and Wild and Wars follow not long after. The chain wake to two grinning brothers, and while they don’t understand it, they’re joining in as well.

Sky’s stomach hurts like a bitch, which is not a word he uses lightly, but he feels happy in an odd sense. A lot has happened—too much—but he can ignore it in favor of a good laugh with his brothers.

#linked universe #linked universe fanfic #linked universe sky #linked universe legend #lu sky #lu legend #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #posted on ao3 #fluff #lu fluff #lu mild hurt/comfort #lu sky pov #lu twilight’s accent #it gets its own tag #rest of the chain is there #but they dont have massive roles #first lu fic btw so. yknow. grains of salt. #enjoy

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 4: "I see the danger, it's written there in your eyes" + "You in there?"

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- Wind & Warriors

- Summary: Wind is forced to fight a malice-possessed Warriors

CW for possession, blood and injury, and mild body horror

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Wind has seen Warriors in many different states. He has seen him pale and haggard from stress and exhaustion, ashen and white-faced from deep wounds. He has seen his eyes crinkle with laughter and his expression fall as he cries. He has seen him angry and joyful, heartbroken and terrified.

But never has he seen him like this.

The knight stands before him, wavering unsteadily on his feet. One half of his face is pale – too pale – and his eye shines abnormally bright from within it. But the other half is coated in a mass of sticky-looking purple-black goo. It clings to him like a mask, burrowing beneath his eye socket. The usual Hylian blue of his eye has turned to black and his pupil is a golden, cat-like slit rimmed in crimson.

The purple stuff travels down his body from there. It trails along the curve of his neck, spreading around his chest, creeping across his abdomen, traveling down to wind about his left leg. It gurgles as he takes a stumbling step forward.

“What’s the matter, sailor?” He grins, cracked lips pulling back to reveal crimson-tinged teeth. “Do you not like this new version of me?”

Wind takes a step back. His sword feels heavy in his hand.

“You-you’re not you, Warriors.”

Even saying it makes his throat feel tight. But he has to. He has to speak the truth.

When the Captain had gone missing last week, he had feared the worst. They all had. And when Wolfie had tracked his scent to Hyrule Castle, the mood had only dipped further.

(“No one goes in this place, anymore,” Wild had said, gazing at the castle with something akin to bitterness. “Not unless they don’t want to come out. There’s malice hidden in the walls. Zelda and I haven’t gotten around to cleaning it up yet.”)

But even that hadn’t completely dashed Wind’s hopes. Warriors was tough – is tough – and he had thought…well, he had thought he would find him when he had walked into the castle. Injured maybe, and in need of help, but not like this. Not unrecognizable, a monster in the form of his brother.

That is who he must face, however. And now with the rest of the heroes locked outside, he is left to face him alone.

“You’ve gotta fight it,” he pleads as Warriors comes steadily closer. “I know you can do it! You’ve just gotta try!”

“Try?” Warriors laughs and the sound seems to echo off of the stone walls. “There is nothing to try. This is what I am now, and I am better for it.”

He raises his sword. His breathing is haggard, every inhale sharp. Wind can’t say he’s afraid of him…not truly, not when he knows there is still a part of him, hidden deep within that is the Warriors he knows and loves. But when the goo begins traveling along the floor toward him, he can’t help the way his heart leaps into his throat.

“I was a servant of the goddess for so long,” Warriors continues, his voice hoarse and crackling. “I thought she gave me purpose, made me strong. But now I see that that was all a lie.”

Wind swallows. He can feel the tension in the air, building up for the knight’s next words.

“Why would I serve her, when I could have the ability to resurrect one infinitely more powerful?

“Ganondorf.”

He had known it was coming, but the name hits him like a massive wave anyway. Wind takes a step forward now, anger and fear coursing through him.

“He’s the bad guy and you know it!” He cries. “I know you do!”

Warriors only chuckles, the sound grating and sinister. “You’re foolish, just as I was. But you’ll see soon enough.” He grins, eyes glinting. “Or you’ll die.”

“Sailor!” Twilight calls from behind him. His words mingle with the curses and sounds of frustration of the other heroes. Their voices are muffled by the thick walls that stand between them and Wind, but he can hear them well enough. “What’s going on in there? Are you okay?”

Wind drags in a breath. His palms are sweaty, his hands trembling.

“Wars is…he-he’s covered in purple gooey stuff.”

“He’s what?!” It’s Wild now, panic sharp in his tone. “Sailor, is he acting weird?”

“Yeah.” His voice trembles and he clears his throat. “He…I-I think he’s possessed.”

“Possessed?” He can hear Legend groan. “That’s just our luck.”

“I’m going to find another way in,” Time says, voice brittle as ice. “You all remain here and aid the sailor any way you can.”

“There is no other—” Wild cuts off with an audible sigh. Wind guesses the old man went off before he could finish.

“He’s still fighting,” Wind says, even as he steps back again, trying vainly to keep some distance between him and the slowly advancing captain. “There’s gotta be a way we can help him.”

“There is,” Wild replies. “Listen, Wind, he’s trapped in malice. So, you’ve got to shoot the…”

A piercing scream drowns out his next words. Wind startles, grip on his sword tightening in preparation. But Warriors has stopped short and the malice with him. 

He is curled in on himself now, hunched figure looking so much weaker and more broken than seconds before. He presses a hand to his face and instantly the goop oozes over his fingertips. The scream trails off into a moan that quickly turns into a croaked word. 

“Wind?”

The sailor inhales sharply at the sound. Hope leaps inside his chest.

“It’s me, captain! I’m here! We-we’re all here! We’re gonna save you!”

Warriors falls to his knees. Wind can’t help but take a step towards him. But then the captain lifts his head and there is such anguish in his expression that it breaks his heart. He comes to a halt, throat dangerously tight.

“Wind….” The word is softer this time, more breathed than spoken. “I-I can’t…”

“You can!” Wind takes another step, ignoring the warning signals blaring in his brain. This is his brother and he’s not about to abandon him now. “I believe in you, Wars! You can fight this!”

The edges of Warriors’ mouth lift just slightly. A tear rolls down his cheek.

“Sailor,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry…please…run.”

There’s a beat of silence. And then, he begins to cackle.

He rises on shaky legs, stumbling upward like a redead rising to consume its prey. He moves forward, every step slow and jerky. The malice spreads out like a carpet before him.

Warriors grins, all sharp teeth and deathly pale skin. Blood dribbles from his mouth.

“You thought you’d won, didn’t you? You thought you wouldn’t have to fight me. So sorry to disappoint.”

He flicks a finger and suddenly the malice speeds up. It zips toward Wind in a blur of violet and black and bits of crimson. His heart jumps into his throat and he leaps sideways. Not a moment too soon either. The malice collides with the wall behind him with a sickening splat.

Wind cringes.

Is that how it had attacked Warriors? He wonders. But there isn’t time to imagine how such a horrifying fate had befallen his brother. Because Warriors whirls with startling speed and strikes again.

This time Wind is better prepared. He drops into a somersault. The malice rushes past his ear, so close he’s almost sure it’s going to hit the tip. But then he’s up again, just behind Warriors. Taking a deep breath he raises his sword and brings it down on the mass of malice that trails in the captain’s wake.

The hit does nothing.

The malice retracts, then with an unholy screech reaches for him. Wind’s eyes go wide.

He dodges, shoulder colliding painfully with the wall. Warriors turns to him with a leering smirk. Wind is unpleasantly reminded of the little imps in the Forbidden Fortress — the ones that poked at his heels and chased him up the walls. The thought makes him sick.

Warriors isn’t supposed to look like that.

“You’re fast,” the captain says. “And skilled. No wonder I loved you. At first I wasn’t sure how I could’ve cared about  some kid. But now I know. You were useful.”

Wind swallows, hard. The words hurt him more than he’d like to admit.

It’s not true. He doesn’t mean it, he tells himself, firmly. It’s the malice talking, not him.

Warriors leaps toward him again, this time bringing his sword slicing through the air. Wind is forced to hurl himself sideways to escape being pinned against the wall.

But he doesn’t have time to even catch his breath. Malice surges toward him across the ground, grasping his feet even as he turns. He struggles, fear running hot in his veins. Its grip is strong, however, and it holds him firmly in place.

Warriors stalks up to him. Wind forces himself to meet his crazed stare.

“You can’t run anymore,” he sneers. “Fight me or die. There are no other options.” He steps closer, hand outstretched inches from Wind’s face. Malice encases his fingertips. “Unless, of course, you would rather join me.”

He tilts his head and the way the light falls upon the still-human side of his face almost makes him look like himself again. Almost. 

“You could help me resurrect him. You could help me bring an end to this world.”

Tears run in rivulets down his cheeks. He tastes salt. But Wind curls his hand into fist. 

“I won’t help you. Not like that. I’m gonna set you free!”

Warriors straightens, sword clasped tightly in his fist. The eye of malice narrows, as though seeking prey. Its contrasting array of colors seem to gleam.

With it so close, Wind finds it hard to take his gaze off of it. His hands almost itch to lose an arrow into it like he has done in so many dungeons.

Legend’s voice echoes in his mind, colored with peals of laughter.

“Always shoot the eye.”

Then, comes Wild, tone panicked but determined, muffled by the thick walls, cut off by Warriors’ cries of agony.

“You’ve gotta shoot the…”

Wind inhales sharply.

That’s it! 

There is still hope, after all.

The malice continues to climb sluggishly up his body, weighing him down. The darkness that emanated off of it is suffocating. Lifting a shaking hand, Warriors aims the tip of his sword at his heart.

“Then you’ll die.”

Wind takes a deep breath. Swiping at his tears, he steels himself. Hand heavy, heart in his throat, he lifts his sword.

Please let this work, he prays.

And then, he plunges the weapon into Warriors’ face.

There is a nauseating squish, a skull-splitting scream, and Warriors crumples. The malice around Wind’s legs dissipates in a cloud of dark violet specks. The goop on and around Warriors follows suit seconds later.

Instantly, Wind is on his knees, sword sheathed, hands on Warriors’ shoulder. He turns the knight over, choking out his name as the windows and doorways of the Sanctum slide open and the sunlight streams in. It illuminates the captain’s — now completely human — face in blessed light.

Distantly, Wind registers that the others are racing into the room, calling his and Warriors’ names, punctuated with panicked questions. But he can’t bring himself to reply.

Warriors’ eyes are closed now, his freed body still.

…Too still. Wind watches his chest, waiting for it to rise.

“Come on.” Tears spring to his eyes anew and roll down his cheeks, tracing the paths of their predecessors. He doesn’t bother to wipe them away. “Come on, Warriors, wake up.”

Please don’t be dead.

Time is dropping down beside him now, already uncorking a bottle. A fairy flies free and heads straight for the fallen captain. Wind watches as she begins to whirl around him.

Her dance seems to last forever. But then, at last, she zips away and disappears.

Wind leans forward, holding his breath.

Abruptly, Warriors jolts upward coughing and gasping. He looks around the room, wildly, eyes wide and panicked. But they are blue as the Great Sea and full of the life he knows so well and Wind can feel nothing in that moment except joy and relief.

“Warriors!” He wraps his arms tightly around the captain, half to support him and half to cling to him. To remind himself he is still here, alive. That he is safe.

Warriors stiffens and pulls back, eyes roaming his body.

“Sailor,” he croaks in the voice that is so unmistakably his. “Are-are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

With a shaky smile, Wind drags him back into the hug. “I’m fine! Promise! Don’t worry about me.”

Warriors makes a sound like a half-sob. He shudders.

“I-I’m so, so sorry.”

The sailor shakes his head, viciously. “Don’t be! It wasn’t you.”

“But I should have…I could have fought…”

Time leans forward, setting a hand on both of their shoulders. Emboldened by his presence Wind sucks in a breath, nearly choking on tears.

“You did fight, captain! I saw you. You-you fought all you could!”

“There is nothing else you could’ve done,” Time adds, quietly. “The champion hasn’t known anyone to resist the pull of such evil, save for Flora. And it seems you continued to battle it for quite some time.”

Warriors doesn’t reply. He slumps, defeated, and Wind holds him tighter.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I-I was really worried.” He raises his head to look Warriors in the face. “You…are okay now, right?”

There are tears running down Warriors’ pale cheeks, blood trickling from his mouth and various wounds Wind can see now that the malice is gone. But he cracks a broken smile.

“Yeah, I’m alright now, sailor. All thanks to you.”

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #“i see the danger it's written there in your eyes” #“you in there?” #linkeduniverse #fic #injury tw #blood tw #possession tw #mild body horror #trin writes #lu warriors #lu wind #angst #hurt/comfort #whump #it's finally here!! #i've been fighting to get this thing posted since this morning #but i'm sooo excited to get to share it with you now

[arecaceae175]

In the Night

@skyloftian-nutcase made this post, and it gave me a lot of feelings so I wrote a thing.

Summary:

Legend worries.

Set after Sunset 14.

#ace writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fic #lu legend #lu twilght #lu time #lu hyrule #Legend is a softy and everyone but him knows it #Legend whump #hurt/comfort #tw: #blood #but like very mild #it's barely there

[rae-nell]

I did it, I finally dipped my toes! First Whumptober prompt (a day early).

This is my first time writing again for around a decade, and I enjoyed doing it, so I'm quite excited for the rest of October. I'll not be doing all of them, but will dip in and out.

#whumptober 2023 #no.1 #linkeduniverse #bloodandinjurytw #hurt/comfort #i think its pretty mild as far as whump goes #I'm just dipping my toes at the moment #time-centric #LU

[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

By @breannasfluff

Series Summary:

Exploring the chain with bird characteristics and wings.

Series Tags:

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Injury

Dissociation

Wingfic

Alternate Universe--Wings

Panic

Comfort

Fluff

Platonic Cuddling

Preening

Family Bonding

Trust Issues

Happy Ending

Panic Attacks

LU Triple Threat

Anxiety

Slice of Life

Platonic Relationships

Bad Flirting

Domestic Fluff

Romance

Cuddles

Flock Behaviours

Past Torture

Family Feels

Team Bonding

Understanding

Blood and Injury

Canon-Typical Violence

Asexuality

Asexual Relationship

Asexuality Spectrum

Kissing

Flirting

Allosexual Ravio

Asexual Legend

Mild Hurt/Comfort

Support

Goats

Torture

Injury Recovery

Rescue

Developing Relationship

Wing Grooming

Massage

Relaxation

Mentioned Malon

Depression

Suicidal Thoughts

BAMF Hyrule

Lon Lon Ranch

Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Snowball Fight

Team as Family

Word count: 77,340

Finished: No

#fic recommendation #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu wild #lu warriors #lu time #lu twilight #lu sky #lu four #lu wind #lu malon #lu ravio #lu spirit #ravio x link

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Fanfiction master post

I have an Ao3 account now!! :D I’m Skye_the_Lofty_Nutcase over there, you can find my profile here.

This has not been updated in a while, sorry, I write too much lol. *sweating* However, you can find all my writing using the tag #writing on my blog and you’ll find not only the stories below but snippets, bonus scenes, and all kinds of stuff! I’ll eventually try to update this post to make things more accessible, sorry it’s a mess. >_<

A general note on my fanfiction: I work in healthcare, so sometimes injuries or illnesses might be more detailed than people are comfortable with because to me it’s just normal, but I don’t make things excessive or gratuitous. I will also never write any explicit sexual content. At best things will be steamy, but nothing will ever be NSFW.

My story tags! You can find fics and their bonus content with these :) I also have some extra highlighted tags that you can find by clicking the search bar at the top of my blog.

Breath of the Sky // Blood of the Hero // Elastic Heart // LU in Healthcare // Dad Squad // Good Ganondorf // Imprisoning War // Fierce Dadity // Secrets of the Shadows // Forsaken AU // Wild Spirit

Skyward Sword stories

A Dragon’s Care - 5+1 chapter Skyward Sword Sickfic

Summary: After the defeat of Demise, the dragons of the realm find a very sick Chosen Hero on their doorstep with no explanation and have to scramble to deal with it. Hurt/comfort. Starring Link, Faron, Eldin, crimson loftwing, and Lanayru, with a small helping of Zelda, Groose, Owlan, Eagus, Pipit, and Gaepora.

Ch 1

Ch 2

Ch 3

Ch 4

Ch 5

Bonus chapter

Sleeping Dove - Two part general Legend of Zelda story with emphasis on Skyward Sword characters

Summary: When the Spirit Maiden Zelda finally passes on, she finds herself in an unexpected situation.The true nature and cruelty of Demise’s curse is revealed, and reality crashes down. Angst and more angst, with a small bit of comfort. Starring Skyward Sword Zelda, with appearances from OoT/MM Link, Fi, SS Link, Sages, OoT Zelda, BotW Zelda, and BotW Link.

Pt 1

Pt 2

Scenes from a Wedding - Couple vignettes from Link and Zelda’s wedding. Absolutely pure fluff. Starring the lovebirds.

One Last Look - Vignette, Zelda POV of a pivotal Skyward Sword scene, angst

Sparring - Zelink Vignette

Summary: Zelda hasn’t sparred in quite a while since their adventure. She decides the best way to dust off the cobwebs is to duel her chosen hero. Fluff, fun, bonding.

Adventure of a Lifetime - Vignette

Summary: Being a Hero is difficult and filled with trials. However, it isn’t all bad, and while on his quest, Link takes a moment to appreciate everything around him. Link, Fi, fun and fluff and highlighting the joy of playing this game.

For a Better Tomorrow - Vignette

Summary: On the day of Demise's first defeat, Hylia tries to find hope as she succumbs to her injuries. Starring Hylia and Fi, angst and bittersweetness and hope

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Breath of the Wild stories

A Promise of Armor - Miphlink oneshot

Summary: Mipha planned on giving Link the Zora armor, yet 100 years later it was found in Zora’s domain in her family’s safekeeping. So what happened on that fateful evening when she was to offer it? Did she gather the courage or decide to keep her feelings to herself? Mild angst, romance. Starring the lovestruck champions.

The Hero’s Guide - quick cut scenes, oneshot

Summary: An idea about a fun possibility for botw 2, featuring familiar characters serving in a mentor role. When Link finds himself alone again, Hylia sends him a guide to help him along. Adventure, starring BotW Link, Hylia, and a link from the past.

Breath of the Sky - pre-BotW canon divergence, BotW characters meet up with SS characters! Multi-chapter story

Summary: When Princess Zelda goes to the Spring of Courage to pray, accompanied by her appointed knight, a giant magical cog spitting out a goddess is the last thing she expects, but it is what she gets. Meanwhile, the Spirit Maiden Zelda is trying to figure out what the heck is happening and where her missing husband/chosen hero is. This story is set pre-calamity and is my way of comforting poor Princess Zelda and Champion Link because their destinies made them an absolute mess, and I just get to play with my favorite SS couple too. Starring Sky Link, Sky Zelda, Wild Link, Wild Zelda, co-starring the king and the Champions. Angst, adventure, romance, fluff, all of it.

Rainy Days

- Hylink oneshot

Summary: Every year, Hylia remembered her original chosen hero, and on that day every year it rained. One year, though, she finds a surprise in the form of a connection to the newest Hero. (this story goes along with the my headcanon about how Demise’s curse works, but it can be read without knowing it) Angst, emotional hurt/comfort.

Age - Vignette

Summary: After finally defeating Ganon, Link and Zelda take an excursion to Gerudo Town to celebrate. Very brief vignette. Silliness and some bonding.

Healing - Zelink vignette

Summary: Link takes care of Zelda after defeating Ganon. 100 years locked in a fight is draining, after all. Starring the traumatized teenage team. Hurt/comfort.

Great Expectations - Oneshot

Summary: When the time comes to finally face the Calamity at the castle, Link finds himself faltering. Doubt and old anxieties suddenly drown him. Amidst his spiraling, however, a voice from the past arrives to help him, and he learns a valuable lesson about self-worth. Starring Link, a ghost from the past, and mentions of family and friends long gone. Angst, emotional hurt/comfort.

Blood of the Hero - Multichapter story, also known as Link’s Parents play BotW

Summary: The Soul of the Hero will always be there to save Hyrule. But when Calamity Ganon is nearly victorious in killing him, it's those that bear the Blood of the Hero who will prevail. Ten years after the Great Calamity, the Shrine of Resurrection is damaged and Link's parents fight to save their son and Hyrule along with him. Starring Til & Abel, Link’s mom and dad! Also starring Link, as well as many characters from the AoC and BotW eras. Adventure, angst, family kicking butt and taking names, protective parents.

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Ocarina of Time stories

Statue - Zelink vignette, Zelda’s POV upon meeting the Hero of Time. Angst, romantic undertones.

What is Lost and What is Bound - Post Oot/MM oneshot.

Summary: Everyone makes mistakes. When Link’s mistake costs him an eye, a fierce deity decides it’s time to take things into his own hands. Featuring Link, FD, and Nabooru, set after Link’s game adventures. Leans heavily into my HC that FD is a Soft Dad but also bears in mind that lore and fanon believes him to be dangerous and dark, so it’s like Soft Dad with an Edge lol. Blood and gore but nothing excessive, some angst and silliness and body horror because I’m weird and can somehow mix all of those together.

Veiled Eyes - Two chapters, Zelink and Malink, and complicated feelings

Summary: Link lives in a world where he feels he doesn't belong. Zelda doesn't understand. Link looks past the princess, but all she sees is him. Heavy angst, Link dealing with the emotional ramifications of living in two eternally separated timelines and learning how to move on from it. Can be viewed as either Zelink or Malink. Starring Link, Child timeline Zelda, mention of Adult timeline Zelda, and Malon

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Wind Waker stories

Ritual - Telink vignette

Summary: Link is getting his ears pierced. He’s excited, Tetra is hell bent on ensuring it’s done correctly. Quick vignette, fluff and fun.

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Twilight Princess stories

Secrets of the Shadows - Wolf Link Reveal, multichapter story

Summary: When Link goes missing shortly after his adventure, Rusl is worried. Preparing to leave and search for him, he stumbles onto a wolf. This has to be a sign of trouble, right? Rusl thinks it is, and the swordsman attempts to eliminate the threat... and then realizes that there is far, far more to this beast than he thought possible. Featuring Link, Rusl, Uli mostly, with appearances from other TP characters like Renado and Colin. Heavy, heavy angst and whump and hurt/comfort.

Winter’s Bite - Ordon family hurt/comfort/fluff oneshot

Summary: Link usually shows up at Rusl's house every day. When no one has seen or heard from him in the middle of a sleet storm, Rusl goes out in search for him. i.e. Rusl gets to take care of his fluffy boy <3

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Hyrule Warriors stories

UNDER CONSTRUCTION (i.e. I’m too lazy to put it in right now lol. Feel free to check out my Fierce Dadity series on AO3 and that’ll have all of them!)

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Linked Universe stories

Day Trip - Oneshot

Summary: Legend and Warriors are tasked with going into town to get supplies. Their dynamic and their baggage makes the trip go about as well as one might expect. Slice of life, basically, little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, a fair amount of banter. Starring Legend and Warriors, with the other boys in the background.

Homesick - Oneshot

Summary: At the end of another day, Twilight finds Sky by himself, aching for home. Little emotional ache/comfort, Twilight being a nice big brother. Starring Twilight and Sky, with the other boys mentioned. Inspired by twilight-linkess’ lovely art of Twilight and Sky!

Mild Adjustments - Oneshot

Summary: When the Chain steps through a portal and ends up on a seemingly floating piece of rock, they suddenly realize that there was far more to the Hero of the Sky’s title than they previously thought. Starring Sky and Wild with Twilight, Legend, Warriors heavily involved, and a speckling of Wind, Four, Hyrule, and Time. General, mild angst and illness, Sky being feral and not bearing in mind how his insane actions affect others.

Fierce Revelations - Three part story

Summary: When a battle spirals out of control, Warriors finds a familiar mask in Time’s arsenal and decides that desperate times call for desperate measures. Time then has to confront what it’s like to be on the other end of the mask, and the repercussions that come with it. Emotional hurt/comfort, some introspection of a few characters, angst, and family bonds. All the boys are present but the stars are Time, Warriors, Sky, and the Fierce Deity.

Surf’s Up! - Oneshot

Summary: When the Chain settles in early, Legend seeks out some peace and instead ends up having a very eventful evening. Because where Wild’s concerned, nothing can be peaceful... especially when you throw Sky and Warriors into the mix. Fluff, fun, and chaos with the knights and the veteran.

In the Library - Vignette

Summary: The boys find a library and chill. Featuring all the Chain! This vignette was just made to accompany the lovely art by sky-squido. Fluff and silliness.

On Display - Vignette

Summary: When Warriors is pressed into using his attractiveness as a distraction, Four steps in to save him from the discomfort of the situation. Starring Four and Warriors with Legend, Sky, Wind, Wild, Time, and Hyrule as supporting cast. Inspired by a post by skyward-floored, who always has great ideas. Mild angst and comfort and background silliness.

Beautiful - Vignette

Summary: After consecutive days of battle, Warriors sees Twilight struggling and reaches out to help. Starring Warriors and Twilight with Time and Wild on the side. All the boys are there, just not the focus. Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff.

Paradox - Oneshot

Summary: When Sky suddenly falls deathly ill with strange markings, Time has to piece together the cause and save him. Starring Sky, Time, Warriors, Twilight, with Legend on the side and the rest of the boys in the background. Sickfic, Dad Time to the Rescue, Sky having a 0/10 experience, Wars, Twi and Ledge being scared and caring brothers.

Elastic Heart - Multichapter fic, curse reveal story

Summary: When Sky goes missing, the Chain scrambles to figure out where he is and what happened before it's too late. Featuring Sky as the centerpiece of the story, even though he’s not always actually in it, and then starring all the Chain. This story is designed to act like a LU arc, with lots of character interaction and highlights around a central plot. Angst, humor, hurt/comfort, drama, fluff, adventuring, and fun. Also featuring a sprinkling of Twilight Princess characters as the Chain explores Twi’s Hyrule.

Numb - Oneshot

Summary: Nearly losing Twilight was devastating to the entire Chain. Sky managed to hold it together the best, though, and seemed to be doing fine. Until he wasn’t. Starring all the boys with Sky at the center. Heavy emotional angst and with some mild comfort to soften the blow, Sky has a mental breakdown and it isn’t pretty.

The Caregiver - Oneshot

Summary: Twilight tries to be there for everyone, and he usually doesn't need any kind of help in return. Except on some days. Too bad he refuses to reach out. Angst and mild emotional hurt/comfort, starring Twilight being the Big Brother who decides to tough things out on his own and comforts himself

Final Hour - Oneshot

Summary: When everything goes horribly wrong, Time desperately attempts everything in his power to fix it. Wind instead chooses to be the self sacrificing Hero, but the end result isn't what Time expected it to be. Based on art by kikker-oma. Heavy angst, emotional hurt/comfort, Time throwing caution to the winds (har har) when everything falls apart. Starring Time, Wind, and the Fierce Deity. 

#writing

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I know you like to think big, so I'd love a fic from you set post-"Our Town". Thanks, Lu! Hope you like the prompt. <3

@today-in-fic <3

just thought I could hold myself together

Mulder keeps looking at her, like he's checking that she's real, when she's hovering by his side as he talks to the deputy sheriff, and when he steadies her and guides her to the car. She can see his hands shaking on the steering wheel when he starts it and sits, staring out the windshield with his jaw clenched and knuckles white, for a long moment. She's staring too, eyes wide and vacant. She's stopped shaking, though.

He whispers a sharp, sudden curse, bending over and pressing his forehead against the wheel for a moment. "God..." it sounds like a prayer. He'd worn her cross while she was missing.

"Mulder," she breathes, and shivers suddenly. It's probably shock — it's definitely shock, and maybe a mild concussion. Her head is pounding. She can still see the fire burning out her window, closes her eyes so she won't have to. There's flecks of blood on her nice brown wool coat.

His eyes meet hers, flashing very dark brown in this light. "Turn the heat up as high as you need it, okay?" He reaches across the console, squeezes her knee with a hand that has finally stopped shaking, and puts the car into gear.

Scully knows, on a clinical level, that she is in shock. She turns the heat up, angles the vent so that the warm air hits her face. She stares blankly out the window and wonders how many more times this will happen to her. Three out of four times, Mulder has come for her.

He'd been thinking of Skyland Mountain the same way she was, she could see it in his eyes when he pulled the tape off her mouth, carefully, gently brushed away the hair plastered to the scrapes on her face. She'd been on the phone with him then, too.

He drives for nearly an hour, far out of town, and finally pulls into a hotel far nicer than what they usually stay at. One room, at her request, because she thinks maybe they both need the proximity. He pays out of pocket, not on the FBI's dime, so she can justify the break in regulations just this once. His eyes are lighter in here, soft hazel the way she knows them best, and some of the tension has faded from his posture.

She stands in front of the porcelain sink and scrubs at the dark red-brown specks in her coat with piping hot water and liquid hand soap. Her suitcase is back at the little motel in Dudley, so Mulder offers a soft, worn t-shirt and a pair of sweats that she has to roll five times at the ankle and still drag on the floor anyway. The shirt smells like him, which isn't something she'd ever thought she could pinpoint, but it's leagues better than the remnants of smoke in her clothes.

The room has two beds, but when she exits the bathroom, her hair damp and coat hung to dry as best as she can rig it, she goes to the one Mulder is already on. He's laid out flat on his back, staring vacantly at the ceiling, and only looks up when she sits down on the other side of the mattress.

"You okay?" He asks quietly. His voice seems loud in the quiet, but maybe it's just that she hasn't said a word aside from his name since he untied her and asked if she was alright the first time. He props himself up on an elbow to better look at her, his gaze tracing the now cleaned, less visible scrapes on her face.

She nods. "Yeah," she replies. "I'll be alright." That, more than her first reply, is the truth.

She can see that he understands that, too, because he visibly relaxes. "We'll have to go back tomorrow," he reminds her, and she grits her teeth, which makes her head hurt a little bit.

"I know." She meets his eyes, pulling back the comforter. "But for now, can we just go to sleep?"

Mulder forces a small smile. "Yeah. You want me to-"

"Same bed," she answers, before he even asks. He looks taken aback, hesitant. "If that's okay," she adds, too tired, too worn to feel embarrassed but not so much that she isn't at least a little uncertain.

Mulder nods. "Of course." The look on his face, quiet intensity, says he means it. He's just as shaken as she is; wants to be close just as much if not more.

She switches the lights off and the only light in the room is the reflections of their eyes, facing each other across the gap between them in the bed.

"Scully," he whispers with the same intensity he'd hissed curses into his hands in the car, "Scully."

"Mulder," she says back, barely able to make out the shape of his face in the dark.

"I thought I wasn't going to get there in time," he breathes, voice ragged.

Scully shudders, a flash of the absolute terror she'd felt strapped down, helpless, to that contraption beside the bonfire. Her head throbs a little bit right now, but she still has it and she nearly hadn't. She had thought she was going to die, too. She's so tired of it, and she's just plain tired, as well.

"But you did," she whispers back, moving closer. "You got there in time." She isn't sure which of them she's reassuring more; she still feels the grip of terror around her ribs if she thinks about it too much. "You're here now." She presses her forehead against his collarbone, closes her eyes and listens to his breathing and tells herself this is real.

Mulder is here, solid and real and with her, and she's wearing his clothes. She is alive. If she holds very still, she can feel his heartbeat along with her own.

His hand comes up, just for a moment, and rests along her jaw before he wraps his arm around her back. "So are you," he says, and she knows they are both reminding themselves of the same things.

#is this big? not necessarily #is it a Big Thought? yes absolutely #one thing about me is that i will write twice as much description/exposition/narration when I'm tired #like... my dialogue writing capabilities go out the window if I'm tired ashdkshsjdbsk #anyway endings? who's she #Lu writes #txf #the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #mulder and scully #msr #txf fanfic #yes the title is from me & my dog #I've been listening to it on loop tonight and that's kinda the vibes of this fic tbh

[vesperewrites]

here are THE rape fics homie xoxo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49704130

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48265156

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43884360

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47805931

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46246540

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46031149

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44743852

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44175274

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45658237

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45082021

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42596550

Lmao thanks for the recs!! Indexed here and linked for easy reference for others and myself. I've read maybe a third of these! I'll fix formatting/mistakes later seeing as I'm on mobile right now. Very excited to read the rest! As always, read tags.

Non-con DD:DNE Lu*ce_mond edition:

Spare Parts by Lucerile

The tragic evolution of desire by Lucerile

Tags: Body Mod, Hurt No Comfort, Breeding, Captive, Forced Pregnancy

the monster under the bed by draconarius

Tags: Heavy Angst, Underage, Emotional Manipulation, Vaginal Sex, Forced Marriage, Hurt/Comfort

Tags: hallucinations, insomnia, substance abuse, size kink, blood and gore, psychological torture

I was an angel living in the garden of evil by Anonymous

Tags: sexual slavery, Stockholm Syndrome,  mild blood

heavy is the crown, and stained by justasussybitch

Tags: knifeplay, bloodplay, choking, rough sex, sexual coercion

Just Relax, Trust Me by BrightRed

Tags: monsterfucking

Born to a Burning House by Anonymous

Tags: Domestic Violence, Mutilation, hurt no comfort, mpreg

A sapphire watch by lockandkey

Tags: eye gouging, body horror, public sex

Hidden from the Ink of Night by big_almond_bruh

Tags: gore, miscarriage, mpreg, forced abortion, abuse

Almost Rhymes With Paradise by chibifier

Tags: drugged, stalking

life for life, eye for eye by justasussybitch

Tags: eye gouging, Stockholm Syndrome, Lima Syndrome, Captivity, Painful Sex

#author asks

[dc-ocs-200x]

FILE

Trigger Warnings: Beginning of Backstory delves into kid fights (like dog fights but with kids), murder, and imprisonment.

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General Information

Name: Wrath "Lucias"

Nicknames: Lu, Luce, Luci, Lu-Lu, Little Soldier, Braxie

Age: Melina years worth, physically appears to only be 22-24

Species: Embodiment of wrath, immortal being, once was a Cambion

Gender: AMAB, identities as agender

Pronouns: it/its/itself

Sexuality: Demisexual panromantic

D.O.B.: October 29th

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio ♏️

Alignment: Bounces between Chaotic Good and Neutral Neutral/Neutral Good depending on if it's angry or not

Classification: Alpha

Physical Appearance

Skin color: White with a reddish-tan tint

Hair Color: Half black (left side), half white (right side)

Hair Style: Doesn't put much effort into its hair, often leaving it messy looking, it's length often stays just below it's ears (per Cain's demands) but it has had it longer and shorter before

Eye Color: Red

Wears: Much like it's hairstyle, Wrath isn't fussy over what it wears, when it's in control of its outfits it usually goes with comfortable shirts, sometimes a hoody, and pants (grunge style pants either ripped, with chains, or with deigned patches), however when asked, it has been known to wear the more formal taste of it's uncles choices, frilly button ups and all

Personality

Personality: Wrath is the walking form of 'if looks could kill'. To be the barer of the sin of wrath, it is surprisingly calm and not one to immediately jump into conflict. When it is worked up, however, all hell breaks loose. It has a surprisingly big heart for that sin as well, willing to take on all the responsibility of everyone's safety against anyone or anything. Emotions are not Wrath's forte, seeing as it had been taught to suppress them from a young age but it has worked on better expressing itself, throughly interested in the emotions it can feel and how far those feelings can go. In pair with not being good with its feelings, it doesn't express them too much as a means of intimidation, it wants strangers to be weary of it, and in turn of its family, as a means to protect them. While having a stronger build due to its powers, Wrath is extremely skillful and agile, very light on its toes mainly from its days before it was sin barer of wrath. While not popping up all the time, Wrath can be extremely sensitive especially with its past as it can remember every fight it has gone through, every face of every child its fought (and killed), every outcome of the fights, on those days it tends to be more secluded and moody, though it tries not to make it obvious not wanting to worry its family. It has a photographic memory.

Likes: Cuddling, being held, cooking, protecting others, learning, being read to, emotions, rain and mud puddles, playful wrestling, coloring

Dislikes: Being seen as weak, nightmares, it's photographic memory, having its picture taken, pettiness, not having some kind of control over its emotions

Fears: Hurting others, being heavily reminded of its past, being seen/called evil, mild fear of strong storms

Quotes

Quote 1: "If you have something to say, then say it out loud, jackass."

Quote 2: "I am being nice. Do I make you angry, uneasy?"

Quote 3: "Preferred pronouns?"

Quote 4: "Alright, Lu. A bit easier, huh?"

Quote 5: "By choice. They can respect me regardless of what I go by. Can you?"

Quote 6: "So... we kinda have that in common, Uncle Cain? Your mark and my mark, as a reminder?"

Quote 7: "Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry."

Quote 8: "We are one in the same. Oh, you take all of the pain away."

Quote 9: "She.... she was... sweet... always looking out for me... tried shielding me from dad and his ways.... but, as he put it 'she couldn't do it forever'... she'd hug me close and tell me things about the human life every night. But every night it was something different. Lullabies, stories, sometimes she'd ramble random facts until I fell asleep."

Relationship With Other Characters

Envy "Raven": One of Wrath's best friends and one of two sins that it's willing to be a little more open with in regards to its insecurities and fears, Wrath refuses to let anyone hurt a hair on Envy's head and it dares anyone to try, it is willing to take Envy's vents, even going as far as to provoke his anger just to help his mood, letting him wrestle with it.

Pride "Athena": Sees Pride as its little sister making it protective over her, especially as it saw Envy and Pride practically glued to the hip when they all were children, it enjoys letting her fuss over its hair and outfits, gladly going along with whatever she wants to put it in.

Greed "Lux": Has a bad tendency to regard Greed like an immature child, often expecting him to break his toys and whine about it afterwards that said, Wrath does find something endearing about it, truly seeing Greed as it's baby brother.

Gluttony "Nyx": Like all the other sins, Gluttony was the youngest sibling it grew up with for a while, so that automatically makes it a lot more protective of her, this is where it's big sibling tendencies shine the brightest.

Sloth "Salem": The Yin to Wrath's Yang, Salem gets to see all sides of Wrath, except for its utter rage (something Wrath thankfully doesn't feel much of these days and is something it doesn't want to show Sloth, worried it will either hurt or scare them), the two balance each other out extremely well, Sloth being the only person that can quickly calm it back down.

Lust "Darcey": More often than not, these two do not get along, Wrath sees Lust as an annoying nuisance, and while Lust doesn't have a thing against Wrath himself, he definitely doesn't help his case by teasing it, that said Wrath still will not tolerate slander against Lust's name and is more than ready to protect and defend him.

Cain: Cain and Wrath do not always see eye to eye, that being said, Wrath is more than prepared to step up to defend Cain against anyone taking it as 'no one gets to say you're a piece of shit except for the people that live in this house', and Cain does hold plenty of endearment towards Wrath himself, finding its wrathful and even violent tendencies entertaining at times.

Abel: Abel was another adult that helped Wrath with its emotional regulation, while not quite to the extent Satan is due to Abel being a rather gentle soul, he was the best adult to calm it down, especially when it was still young, even now as an adult when it feels itself growing agitated but it's usual sources of comfort are busy with their own things, Wrath will be content to go and be simply held by Abel for a short time to settle itself.

Satan: While these two started off extremely rocky, they have an amazing relationship now, Satan helping teach Wrath some kinds of emotional regulation and ways to calm its anger, Satan is the one adult it feels understands its feelings and can help it the best.

Freyja: Sees Freyja as a part of the family, wholeheartedly, it doesn't think there could be anyone to better fit in with their ragtag bunch, and suit Pride so perfectly, that said it is a creature of few words towards her, not that Wrath is much of a talker to anyone.

Mina: Wrath throughly impressed and interested about Mina, seeing as it was one of the first to see that she was a lot more sneaky and clever than she let on, and then being able to survive Greed and his temper tantrums, it will playfully dismiss her as just as childish as Greed seeing as she is his 'playmate' but there obviously is a lot more respect for her than it let's on.

Achilles: Just like Amityville, it automatically took Achilles somewhat under its care, it's not the most present mentor but it is very willing to teach Achilles what it can, especially in regards to his demon powers having seen all of it in Hell, it was the first to point out that his wings are a weapon and not just in the sense they allow him to fly, it also offers what it can in regards to emotions controlling one's physical strength and how to balance the two out.

Amityville: As mentioned, Wrath became somewhat of a mentor to Amity, just as it is for Achilles, also teaching her about her demon powers especially in regards to her tail which also is not just there for decoration, it got to know Amity a little bit easier due to them having a lot of one on one time during the nights, with them both being night owls, it helps out whenever and wherever it can also in regards to emotions, it may not be good at expressing its own but there's no denying it has done its studying.

Backstory

Wrath was born to a woman, Clementine, who wanted children but was unable to have any, leading her to make a deal with an incubus who promised her a child, what the woman didn't realize was she was signing away her life. As soon as she became pregnant, she was locked away in Hell by said incubus. The pregnancy was rough and resulted in Lucias. The first year was as normal as things could be in Hell, but by age two, Lucias had its natural demon abilities peeking through as well as advancing far past the average human two-year-old making its father, Frollo, decide it was time for some 'fun'. He signed Wrath up for a local fight in Hell, 'kid fights' as they were called where demon children of all ages fought each other often times to the death, but at the very least severe injury. From there, that was what what its life consisted of. Training and fighting. It's only break from the horrific cycle was the nighttime, the only time Clementine was able to see her baby. She'd hold it close and soothe it to sleep with talk of the human world and what it was like, sometimes singing lullabies to it, sometimes random facts, stories, whatever she could think of at the time. This, tragically, came to a hard stop when Frollo finally fully drained Clementine of her life-force. He locked her away from Lucias and he forced it to continue fighting for his and other Hellish beings amusement. This was its life until it was about 11 when Cain and Abel got ahold of it. It being framed almost as a kidnapping Lucias was extremely weary of them at first, when it became immortal it took the illness better than most of the other kids, going practically comatose through the first day and sleeping it on and off through the second. Once better was when it first attacked Cain, but with Abel helping talk it back down, Lucias was able to begin its road to being the sin barer of Wrath. It first met Sloth when Cain and Abel brought home their limp body. Wrath was immediately fascinated and infatuated, often sneaking into the room even when not allowed. It was practically glued at the hip once it was able to be.

Extra Information

It's immortality tattoo is placed on the very center of its back, right on the spine which is said to be the most painful spot.

Wrath was originally named Abraxas by its parents, but when Cain and Abel found it, it came up with the first name it could and that eventually stuck. Wrath doesn't mind as it feels this seperates it from it's dad.

It has a scar on its right hand in the shape of a bite mark which it got from when it bit Cain upon still being new to the House of Mysteries.

Is (currently) the only sin that I've adapted to the Netflix version of Sandman, Lucias being a living embodiment of wrath made in order to keep the Waking world's wrath at bay.

While being Satan's sin barer of Wrath, Wrath also is the ruler of the Anger ring of hell.

During its time as a fighter it has seen children like each of the sins die, sometimes even by its own hands.

It has two full on fangs in place of its canines.

When it and Cain get into altercations (very rarely does it happen) both more try to restrain the other into submission more than hurt the other seeing as Cain's mark means Wrath gets hurt seven fold and Wrath is strong enough to cause a lot of physical hurt to Cain, neither want to see the other hurt though.

Despite how they look, Wrath's horns have a kind of velvety texture to them, it's also a bit of a pleasure spot for it in the same response a cat gives to being pet.

Wrath's powers include super strength and super stamina, it also has some lower grade demon powers like energy manipulation but it's been so long since it has used it that it would take some time and energy for it to tap back into it.

A very distinct speech pattern of Wrath's includes skipping letters in its words (some examples I've done in my writings include: 'nimals, suppose', and what're).

Has a love hate relationship with fire.

It's adoption day is celebrated August 5th.

It was the second child obtained but is the oldest in age.

Little Soldier is its special nickname from Cain and Abel, neither are really sure who started it but it simply stuck.

Playlist

You're Not Welcome, Naethan Apollo, 2:30

Mama, My Chemical Romance, 4:38 (♡Theme Song)

Hell's Coming With Me, Poor Man's Poison, 3:32

I Am Damaged, Barret Wilbert Weed & Ryan McCartan, 1:25

My Demons, STARSET, 4:47

Surface Pressure, Jessica Darrow, 3:21

Picrews made of it (not all include its horns or split hair because they weren't an option for the picrew)

One of my favorite Tik Toks of it (Very hard choice because I loved almost all of its)

Defending Cain against someone (idea gotten from the original Dreaming comics issue #8).

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[with-love-from-hell]

Vermillion Skies

{part sixteen}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

WC: ~5.6k

Music Accompaniment

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

CW: catatonia, PTSD, mentions of pregnancy, implications of abortion, fainting, panic attacks, anxiety, swearing, some physical aggression, spoilers for lessons 16+, negative self-talk, self-blame, mild blood/gore

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“Careful, Lu.” You warn gently as you assist the eldest brother into the bath.

Lucifer hissed as the hot water licked the wounds on his abdomen and hands. The blood created sanguine ripples as he adjusted himself onto his side, giving you and Solomon access to the deep wound that still contained splinters of wood. 

You had managed to coax him out of the bedroom after he broke down into tears about his actions. He was nearly inconsolable, feeling intense guilt for ever laying a hand on Levi in such a way. It took quite some time for you to get him up, as the pain of his wounds had finally set in in addition to the emotional blow he had received. Solomon’s sudden presence at his side didn’t help things for him- as he still harbored intense anger toward him for his actions. 

You reassured him that things would be okay, but it could only help so much- especially considering your own feelings toward Solomon. And after seeing Levi’s terrified expression in the hall when assisting Lucifer back to his room, you knew there would need to be some intense repairing to their relationship.  

“Here, use this to remove the shards of glass and wood from his injuries.” Solomon handed you a large pair of tweezers, not bothering to look at you as he extended out his hand. You quickly snatch the tweezers from his hands, doing your best to not display how shaky you had become with his presence. 

Solomon removed a scissors from the roll of medical tools he had brought with him, and carefully began slicing off Lucifer’s now soaked clothing. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze as you noticed him wincing. Solomon worked quickly, but ensured that his movements were delicate as he peeled the fabric from his wounded areas. After removing his shirt, Solomon began analyzing Lucifer’s shoulder and gestured for you to begin pulling the shards from his wounds. 

Lucifer gritted his teeth as you pulled on a particularly large fragment of wood in his abdomen. You whispered an apology as you tried to remove the shard as gently as possible. However, you were so focused that a sudden grunt from Solomon caused you to jump, yanking the fragment violently out of Lucifer’s side. He yelped out in pain at the action, blood spurting out of the wound as he tensed. 

Look what you’ve done. You’re utterly useless. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, silently cursing to yourself as the intrusive thoughts began chastising you. 

He’s already in enough pain, all you do is cause more. 

You’re nothing but a nuisance. 

“Mc?” Solomon placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. He immediately pulled his hand back, scolding himself for thinking to touch you so soon. “Mc, are you alright?” 

You attempted to control your breathing, trying not to make your panic obvious. “Y-yeah. I’m f-fine.” 

Solomon furrowed his eyebrows. “Really? Because all I did was clear my throat...and you were so startled that I would have guessed a gun went off in the next room if I wasn’t here by you.”

You turned your eyes back toward Lucifer’s abdomen, fighting the tears that threatened to burst from behind your eyes. Biting your lip, you remained silent as you went back to the task at hand. Solomon eyed you suspiciously, but decided not to press it. 

Solomon grabbed a jar of dark green gel, placing some onto the back of his hand. He murmured an incantation over the gel before sprinkling some powder over it. You watched from the corner of your eye as the gel began glowing a neon-green color- almost looking like how toxic waste is often depicted in cartoons. Solomon carefully dabbed the gel onto the area surrounding Lucifer’s shoulder. 

Lucifer hissed as the gel bubbled onto his skin, and you watched as Solomon now effortlessly guided his shoulder back into it’s socket. His skill in healing and magic often astonished you- as he didn’t even need to crack open a healing book to complete the spell he just evoked. Two weeks before the assault, Solomon had asked you to be his apprentice, and you had told him you were considering it at the time. It was moments like this where you had the strong urge to take him up on the offer. 

But just as quickly as your admiration for the sorcerer had manifested, it fizzled out. As you were observing him work, you noticed a new cockade pinned to his chest beneath the one intended to symbolize his status as a RAD exchange student. You immediately recognized intricate red and gold stripes on the outer layer of the ribbon, as well as the symbol in the middle of the small badge - a golden crown with a ruby in the center. The cockade that adorned his breast was similar to the one Diavolo had given you when he offered up the position of Ambassador, and he had hammered home the fact that the pin was a way to distinguish you as a member of his court among the students at RAD. Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo all had similar pins, albeit a smaller tie pin given their reputations had been solidified in Devildom already. 

You felt anxiety bubble in your stomach as you remembered Lucifer’s warning of his mistrust for the sorcerer and paranoid ideations wormed their way through your mind. Why was he wearing that same pin? I don’t remember seeing it the last time I’d seen him...Was Lucifer right about his motives? What was he trying to get at?

Solomon noticed you staring at him and ceased his gentle rubs on Lucifer’s shoulder. “Is something wrong?” 

You met his eyes for a brief moment, searching for any sign that he was hiding something. Seeing none, you maintained your silence and returned to cleaning Lucifer’s wounds. Solomon raised an eyebrow at you before shaking his head and turning his attention back to his task. 

Lucifer’s gaze lingered on you the entire time both you and Solomon worked on him. He was terrified that you were somehow hiding the fact you had been hurt from him, so he wanted to see the evidence for himself. He had noticed the way your face contorted when you were staring at Solomon, but he couldn’t quite see why you were looking at him like that. Lucifer figured it had something to do with memories from the procedure, but made a mental note to ask you about it later. 

After triple checking that the wounds had been thoroughly cleaned, Solomon applied the gel to the other wounds. You bandaged Lucifer’s hands while Solomon adjusted Lucifer’s arm into a temporary sling and sewed the wound on his abdomen shut. As the water was drained from the bath, you helped Lucifer stand and wrap himself in his silken robe. 

“Solomon, can you leave us for a moment?” Lucifer requested, eyeing the sorcerer suspiciously. 

Solomon cocked his head and parted his lips, as if to question Lucifer’s request. However, the narrowing of Lucifer’s eyes told him he better not combat the request. He nodded and left the room, indicating he would now go check on Levi. 

Lucifer sighed and turned his attention to you. He noticed you trembling slightly and your gaze was fixated at a spot on the floor. He curled his index finger under your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his own. He noticed the shimmering of tears forming in the corners of your eyes. 

“Mc,” he cooed. “Is everything alright?”

You gave a small, nervous laugh, shaking your head lightly. “Why are you asking me? You’re the one I should be asking.” 

Lucifer’s expression was unwavering as he searched your eyes for an answer. After a moment, you sighed. “Remember when you told me that you were wary of Solomon’s motives?” 

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“What did you mean by that?” You whispered, dropping your gaze back down to the floor. 

Lucifer blinked at you, but humored your inquiry. “What I had intended to get across to you was that he never does good things just to do them. There’s always a catch- a condition to his niceties. He always wants something in return- and usually isn’t forward about it until he has done his part of whatever deal was made.”

You nod slowly, taking in his words.

Lucifer continued, irritation causing his tone to turn terse as he scoffed. “All of those preachers in the human world always talk about how shady deals with demons can be. If anything, he is proof that humans can be just as untrustworthy- if not more so.” 

You felt tears bubble up from behind your eyes and you turned away from him.  You felt stupid for letting Solomon engage in the procedure with promises to stop if it became uncomfortable, only for him to go back on his word. Your stomach lurched at the conclusion drawn by your mind that he didn’t help you because he was your friend- but because he wanted a seat at Diavolo’s table- the cockade was proof enough of that. And you felt humiliated that everyone had to know your shame- all because of Solomon’s plan.  

Why didn’t you listen to Lucifer? 

“Darling?” Lucifer’s face scrunched into one of concern as he caressed your cheek, wiping away stray tears with his thumb. “What’s wrong?” 

You sniffled, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry.” You manage to stutter out before breaking down completely. Lucifer was taken aback by your seemingly rapid change in emotion. He gathered you into a gentle hug with one arm. He rubbed your back delicately, hushing you and offering whispered words of reassurance. An occasional peck was placed at the part in your hair, his lips lingering on the silken follicles. 

Once you had calmed down enough to speak, Lucifer pulled away from you and brushed the tears away once more. “Mc, why are you sorry?” 

You sighed, trying to regain control of your breath. “I trusted him. I agreed to let him do that procedure...but I shouldn’t have. He made me lie to you, and I should have known he would lie to me.” 

Lucifer shook his head, confused at the words tumbling past your lips in rapid succession. He knew you were referring to Solomon, and clearly you were afraid, nervous, and upset. “Mc, what on earth are you talking about?” 

Before you could open your mouth to speak, the bathroom door squeaked open once again. The top of Solomon’s silvery hair glistened in the low light of the bathroom, almost seeming to cast shadows on the wall. You snapped your mouth shut as your eyes immediately darted to the floor. As he re-entered the bathroom, you began to tremble slightly and your nails dug into the soft skin of Lucifer’s forearm

Lucifer gave you a sympathetic glance before turning to the sorcerer. He gave you a gentle push with his uninjured arm, motioning for you to stand behind him. He knew there was something not right here- and even if there was nothing for you to be afraid of, he wanted Solomon to know better than invading your space without fair warning. He wouldn’t let him trample all over your boundaries. 

Not again. 

“I thought I told you to leave, Sorcerer.”  His voice came out in a firm command, though he was clearly trying to hide the anger behind his tone.

Solomon was taken aback by the fact that Lucifer was hiding you from him- as if to protect you. The dynamic in the room had swiftly changed since Lucifer regained lucidity, and part of him kicked himself for being so thorough with the healing balm. 

“You requested me to leave for only a moment,” Solomon smiled, but there was a nervousness behind his eyes. “I have matters to attend to with Mc.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, his fingers curling over your bicep as the urge to protect you grew. “And what might those matters be?” 

Solomon sighed. “Ideally this would be a conversation between just me and her.” 

“What makes you think you have a right to request such a thing?” Lucifer’s eye twitched in annoyance. 

Solomon stuttered, trying to think of a reasonable explanation that Lucifer would accept. “I- uh- I figured that...well, since everything that’s happened, It would be better for me to smooth things over with her privately before-”

“You’ve lost that privilege!” Lucifer snapped, fighting back the aura of wrath threatening to protrude from his body. “So anything you have to say to her, you can say to me as well.” 

Solomon sighed. "I...I wanted to apologize, Mc."

You perked up, stepping slowly out from behind Lucifer, but still maintaining a large distance. Lucifer shifted, ever wary of the Sorcerers tricks.

"I know that what I had promised you the procedure would be wasn't what happened." Solomon looked away from your intense eyes that were seemingly staring right through him. "Clearly it has had more of an impact on you than I had initially thought- given how terrified you seem to be of me."

You nodded slowly, chewing your cheek as he spoke. While you appreciated the attempt at and apology, it seemed somewhat vague and unconvincing. Something about the way he spoke told you it was more about him wanting forgiveness than remorse for his actions.

"I was only trying to help; I need you to believe that." Solomon took a step forward, his tone containing a desperate plea for forgiveness as he tried to justify his actions. "It was all for your benefit."

"What kind of apology was that?" Lucifer growled, his eye twitching in irritation.

With the last words ripping through your heart like a blade, you felt yourself growing angry. Hot tears formed in your eyes and you quickly moved in front of Lucifer to confront the sorcerer. He tried to keep you behind him, but the aggressive way you shook his hand off of your shoulder told him that whatever you were going to say to Solomon needed to be said.

"For my benefit?" You hissed through gritted teeth. "How was any of it beneficial after I begged for you to stop!?"

Solomon was taken aback by your sudden display of anger. He tried to regain his composure, but the his usual charisma was floundering. "You...you just don't understand what was at stake Mc!"

You scoffed, tears slowly pushing their way past your eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you seriously trying to tell me I dont understand the thing that happened to my body?!"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow from behind you, but kept quiet. He was awestruck by your ability to stand up for yourself- something that was never characteristic of you up until now. If Solomon’s words weren't so infuriating, he would beam at you with pride.

Solomon continued stuttering, trying to back track on his words. "N-no! That’s not what I'm saying at all- I just...there's things...you don't know everything yet and- and I needed to complete the procedure, Mc. It was imperative!"

You shook your head, scoffing once more as more tears flowed from your eyes. Your voice raised in pitch as you tried to speak through the tears. "You told me that if I asked you to stop, you would stop- And you didn't. I dont care what was supposedly 'at stake' here. That fact alone is valid for me to be upset about!"

Solomon opened his mouth to speak, but you waved him off, turning your back to him to hide the fresh tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Lucifer is right. I deserve a better apology than that." You sniffle as Lucifer welcomes you into a reassuring embrace. "Besides- you expect me to believe you were doing it because you cared when you're flaunting around that pin?"

Lucifer shot his gaze back up to Solomon. His face was pale and his hand was now pressed against a familiar looking cockade that was pinned to his chest. His blood began to boil with rage, realizing now what you had been talking about moments before.

"You filthy liar." He hissed, recalling the initial conversation in his office where Solomon reassured him he was helping you without expecting compensation. "You did want something out of this."

Solomon was now keenly aware of his mistake of wearing the cockade today. He hadn't thought anything of it when he adorned his cloak when Beelzebub called him to assist in cleansing your old room and healing Lucifer. He truly didn't want any compensation for his services after how guilty he felt, but who was he to turn down the future demon king when he presented him with the title of Royal Mage?

"No- no, its not like that..." Solomon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to find a way to elaborate on his new title. "Please, allow me to expla-"

"Fuck you!" Lucifer snapped, pulling you tighter into his chest despite the lingering pain of his wound. "How dare you come into my home, with that half-assed apology and demands to be heard out when you've proven yourself to be untrustworthy."

Solomon began to panic, seeing his method of trying to approach you sooner rather than later was not going as planned. The guilt he felt for hurting you and hiding information overflowed, and his words became unfiltered. While he had planned be tactful in the confession he was about to give, the stress of the situation reduced him to a stuttering mess.

"Mc...please. I- I know this is bad, but please listen to me." He begged, stepping forward only to be met with a feral hiss from Lucifer.

"Leave, vermin." Lucifer snarled, caressing the back of your head as you cried into his chest.

Solomon shook his head, his voice raising in a final attempt to get you to hear him out. "I had to terminate the pregnancy, Mc. Thats why I couldn't just stop!"

Lucifer’s face went pale and his jaw dropped. Words evaded him as the shock of Solomon being so brazen in giving this information to you overtook his senses.

“Y-You're choosing to bring this up now!?” Lucifer stuttered in disbelief.

Your mind went blank, your fists tightening their hold on Lucifer’s robe at Solomon’s words and the noticeable change in Lucifer’s demeanor.   

Solomon felt regret start to build within him, but he pushed it down and stuck to his guns. He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yes. Now.” 

You felt your head begin to spin as Solomon’s voice replayed in your head. Pregnancy? Your vision was flooded with memories of the procedure and the feeling of the odd material being pulled from your uterus and the dots became connected in your mind. Your stomach lurched and your vision flickered at the realization that you had been pregnant.  

"W-what?" You turned to Solomon, feeling your throat tighten as the panic grew within you. Both men looked at you, faces pale and eyes wide. Their mouths opened and shut a few times as you looked between them, begging for one of them to say it was just a joke.

“I hardly think now is the time to discuss this..." Lucifer finally broke the silence, trying his best to appear calm for you, though he could tell by your demeanor that you were filled with panic.

Solomon rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t hold the information from her anymore. She deserves to know.” 

"I agree, but-” 

The words died on Lucifer’s lips as your body went limp in front of him. Before he could react, you had collapsed to the floor with an alarmingly loud thump. He cursed under his breath, immediately kneeling by your side and calling out to you, but to no avail.

Solomon swallowed hard and took a step forward, trying to come to your aid as well. Lucifer immediately turned his attention to the sorcerer, leaping up and charging at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Lucifer threw Solomon to the floor, his horns sprouting from his head as he let the wrath take over. “Are you out of your damn mind?!” 

Lucifer's words sounded hazy, but you could hear the furious timbr to his voice. The last thing you were able to hear was a slew of insults being slung at Solomon before darkness shrouded your senses and left you alone in the void-like recesses of your mind.

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Mammon paced impatiently in front of Lucifer’s bedroom door. After hearing that you had collapsed as a result of Solomon’s carelessness in feeding you delicate information, he had insisted on being able to see you. However, Lucifer had expressed that everyone remain distant until you were both able to get some peace. Mammon gritted his teeth, regret filling every corner of his body for calling Solomon over. 

“Mammon, relax.” Belphegor mumbled, nuzzling his head into Leviathan’s lap. “You’re stressing everyone out.” 

“Tch.” Mammon scoffed, his teeth continuing to grind painfully as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I think we are well passed everyone being stressed.” 

Belphie opened one eye to peak around the hall. Levi sat under him cross-legged, nervously scratching at the bandages he and Satan had put over the marks on his face. Satan sat next to Belphie with a book in hand, though it didn’t seem as if he was making much progress, as he continued turning to Levi to force his hand away from his face. Beelzebub and Asmodeus sat opposite the wall of Belphie and Satan. Beel was munching on some of the sweets Satan had picked up for him from the store to prevent him from eating your lemon bars. Asmo sifted his hands nervously through Beel’s hair, twisting small braids into his short ginger locks. 

“She’ll be okay, I’m sure.” Simeon’s voice rang out from down the hall, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos in tow behind him. “Solomon told us what happened.”

Mammon shot the sorcerer a dirty glare. “Oi, did he now? Did he also tell you it’s his fault?” 

Simeon rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for his bitter attitude. Simeon pushed past him, the irritation he was holding onto was clear in his actions. 

“Aye! What do ya think yer doin?!” Mammon snapped. He attempted to grab Simeon’s arm, but was ushered back by Barbatos. 

Without responding to his question, Diavolo murmured an incantation and Lucifer’s door swung open. He, Simeon, and Solomon walked in, shutting the door and locking it behind them. 

Mammon gaped at the fact that they just waltzed right on in without so much as a statement as to what their intentions were. 

“Now Mammon,” Barbatos warned, tightening his grip on the 2nd eldest’s arm. “Let them be. It’s important that all of this gets sorted out.” 

Mammon scoffed and flicked Barbatos’ hand off of his arm, storming down the hall toward your old room. He kicked some of the debris out of the way and plopped down on your bed. He didn’t understand why he and his other brothers were always set aside when you were in turmoil, while the angel and the other human were given priority access to you. 

It was really starting to get on his nerves.

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“Diavolo, with all due respect, I feel as though I am warranted to be angry with him.” Lucifer’s eye twitched in annoyance as he tried to contain his anger at the three individuals who had barged into his room unannounced. He had managed to move you to his bed on his own after making Solomon leave, despite his injuries. He sat next to you on the bed, cooling your heated brow with a damp towelette, and whispering words of affirmation to you when soft whimpers escaped your throat. Today was shaping up to be pretty terrible, and he shouldn’t have been shocked when the demon prince himself pushed his way into his room, demanding a meeting with him, you, and Solomon. 

Though it seems that Diavolo did not completely understand the fact that you were currently unconscious. 

Diavolo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Lucifer, I thought we already went over this last week. You said you would try your best to be more cordial. Accusing him of harming Mc on purpose is not the way to do that.” 

Lucifer scowled and turned away, trying to calm himself down by brushing his hands through your hair. 

Diavolo continued, taking a few steps closer to him. “We made the arrangement of his payout before the procedure. After things went wrong, he tried to turn me down when I offered him the position of Royal Mage. But you know me, Lucifer- I am a man of my word.” 

Lucifer locked eyes with Diavolo, debating on whether to challenge him. As they stared each other down, Solomon shifted awkwardly behind Diavolo. 

After a long pause, Simeon cleared his throat. “I do agree that it was in poor taste to offer him the position, even after what happened.” 

All eyes shot toward Simeon, surprised that he would agree with Lucifer in this situation. 

“Do you now?” Diavolo mused, pleasantly surprised that Simeon had found a bit of an edge to his normally complacent demeanor. 

Simeon nodded. “I also think that we should hear Lucifer’s side to what happened. I know that Solomon wouldn’t be the type to try to throw him under the bus, but his perspective is just as important as hers is here.” 

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and blinked rapidly at Simeon’s statement. If he was trying to make up for his behavior, he was certainly doing a good job of it. 

Simeon swiftly moved to stand by Lucifer’s side, making a gesture toward the bed where he was currently seated. “May I?” 

Lucifer nodded slowly, rising from his position and turning back toward the other two. He began recounting the argument that had ensued a few hours earlier in the bathroom. He stole glances at you  as he spoke, watching Simeon murmur a few spells to try to wake you. 

After he finished his recount, Diavolo nodded. “I see. Solomon, it seems based on Lucifer’s account that you may have lost some composure after feeling attacked, is that correct?”

Solomon shrugged. The usual suaveness in his actions was completely gone, replaced with a clear state of vulnerability. “I...I suppose so.” 

Lucifer huffed and crossed his uninjured arm over his chest. 

Simeon looked up from you for a moment. “Solomon, I am aware you are not used to having to give such a sincere apology, and you feel the need to be defensive- but you need to try to see things from their perspective.” He returned his gaze to your twitching eyes, placing his hand to your cheek and brushing the scar with his thumb. 

Solomon sighed, forcing back tears. “I know...I know.” 

Diavolo clasped a large mitt on Solomon’s shoulder. “Once she wakes, we will have a more thorough conversation about this. All of us.” 

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Your eyes flutter open hours later; slowly brought to consciousness by Simeon’s soft hands brushing hair from your forehead. You groan as light floods into your vision, and you are suddenly aware of the other three bodies in the room. Lucifer is at your other side in an instant, gripping your hand tightly in his. Diavolo and Solomon come into vision at the end of the bed, and you are hit with confusion. 

What are they doing here? 

“I’m glad to see you awake, my dear.” Diavolo muses. “How are you feeling?” 

You wince as you push yourself up on the bed so you could address him properly, your head pounding from where you had hit it on the marble floor. Simeon places his hands on your hips, helping you raise to a seated position. Lucifer eyes him suspiciously as his hands linger and his thumb brushes across your skin before returning his hands to his lap. 

“uh-” you rasp, finding your throat dry and scratchy. “I’m okay, I think. Why are you here?” 

Diavolo looks between Solomon and Lucifer. “We have some matters to discuss. How much do you remember before fainting?” 

You furrow your brow, searching your brain for what had lead to you to get here. You vaguely recall helping Lucifer bathe, cleaning his wounds with Solomon’s assistance. Then- an argument?  Yes- that’s what happened...And Solomon had said-- 

Your eyes widened. That’s right...he had said I was pregnant. 

You snap your attention to men before you, darting your gaze between them with eyes filled with fear and shame. Lucifer sighs, adjusting his position so he could embrace you, but you push him back, shaking your head aggressively. 

“Is it true?” you squeak, pleading with them to say it was all a cruel joke.

The men share a glance, but remain silent for a moment.

Your lip begins to tremble. The fear you were feeling of the harsh reality begins to manifest as anger. “Well? Say something!” You snap, feeling hurt that they kept this from you. 

Simeon breaks the silence, placing a hand on your calf to try to ground you. “They didn’t think you’d be ready to know yet-” 

“So it’s true?” Your voice raises in pitch- coming out stuttered as tears flood your vision. 

Lucifer squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to see how pained you were from what you had learned. Diavolo spared him a glance, and then reached into his coat- holding out a jar with a small lumpy mass toward you. 

Simeon tries to stop him, but he is not faster than the seconds it takes you to process what is in the jar. A sharp wail erupts from deep within your soul, and you grip the sides of your head with your hands as you sob intensely. 

Simeon moves immediately to pull you into his chest. He cradles you gently and hushes you as Solomon and Diavolo awkwardly shift their weight between their feet. Lucifer stares in bewilderment at how forward Simeon was being in his physical affection. a twinge of envy rises in his chest and he feels his nose begin to twist into a snarl. At the acknowledgement of his behavior, he shakes his head and takes a deep breath. 

You chose him. He needed to remember that. 

After a long cry, you finally manage to regain your composure enough to discuss the matters with Solomon. You were able to accept the necessity of the procedure after his explanation, but part of you felt anger for them hiding this from you. 

“I would have liked to know right away.” You state, firmly. “That wasn’t right of you to hide this from me.” 

Lucifer nods. “I’m sorry, you’re absolutely right.” 

Diavolo shakes his head, seeming to disagree. “It was for the best, Mc.” 

You shoot him a glare. “Diavolo, this is my body. And frankly, I think it’s really shitty of you to claim you know better than I do about matters concerning it.” 

Lucifer nodded in agreement, reaching a hand out to you. You give him a weak smile and take it in yours. 

Simeon looks back toward Diavolo and nods as well. 

Solomon looks to his feet. “Mc...I am truly sorry. For everything.” 

You nod, closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. You had carefully considered your next choice of words since he had begun explaining the situation to you. “I appreciate it, Solomon- but I don’t forgive you.” 

His eyes widen in horror at your words. “W-what?” 

You open your eyes, meeting his confused stare. “I said I don’t forgive you.” 

“Why?” he pleads, taking a few steps toward you. “I don’t understand...” 

You sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest as you sit back on the bed. “What you put me through was inexcusable, and I feel like I deserved to know what was going on. You kept me in the dark- purposefully mislead me and hid information from me...and that’s not something I can forgive you for right now.”

Solomon’s eyes grew misty as he took another step forward. Simeon stood from the bed, blocking his path to you. 

“P-please Mc!” he begged, trying to push past Simeon. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you- I swear!” 

You shook your head, feeling a mixture of pity and frustration at his refusal to accept your statement. Well, he was persistent. That much hasn’t changed. 

“Enough, Solomon.” Lucifer growled, trying to grip Solomon’s arm to pull him away. 

“No- no! please!” Solomon jerked his arm away and dropped to his knees before you. “Please forgive me!”

You sigh in annoyance. “That’s enough, Solomon. I am going to need some time. Don’t push this anymore- it wont change anything.” 

Solomon lowered his head, tears now dripping from his cheeks onto the floor. 

“Are we done here?” You ask Diavolo, pointedly. “I want some time alone, please.” 

Diavolo nodded. “Yes- take the time you need, Mc.” 

With that, he and Simeon guided Solomon out the door. You caught a brief glimpse of Barbatos, who shot you a small sympathetic glance before bowing to you. 

You sighed, brushing away the tears that began falling once more. Lucifer sat on the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. you found yourself feeling thankful that it was nearly dusk.

It had truly been a long day.

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Part 17

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And a Masterlist of all the fics I've posted, under the cut for your convenience :3

Fic Masterlist (AO3)

1) Blushing Legend (Complete, Multi-Chapter [3], 6.3k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

The chain ended up in Wild's Hyrule after a rough switch, so they decided to take a break in his house in Hateno Village. It was otherwise a normal evening with the others. That is, until Red decided to ask an important question.

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Legend/Ravio, Hyrule&Legend, Twilight&Legend

General Tags: Legend-centric, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Eventual Romance

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Entire Work

2) Warriors’ White Scarf (Complete, One-Shot, 2.4k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

Warriors wakes up one day and finds out that his royal blue scarf is now a snowy white scarf! How does Warriors take this discovery? Chaos ensues. An April Fools prompt with loads of crack but ends with plenty of fluff!

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Warriors&Legend

General Tags: Warriors-centric, Crack, Fluff, Warriors goes FERAL

Chapters: Oneshot

3) Into the Unknown (Complete, One-Shot, 1.5k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

Hyrule sings Into the Unknown from Frozen 2 before meeting the rest of the LU boys!

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: None

General Tags: Hyrule-centric, Pre-LU, Songfic, Inspired by Animatic

Chapters: Oneshot

4) Pepe Shadow (Complete, One-Shot, 1k words, No Warnings)

Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe), It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Summary:

“That right there is the mail,” he began, slowly getting more desperate with each word. “Now let’s talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail please, Twi? I’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, okay?”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Main Relationships: None

General Tags: Mac!Twilight, Charlie!Four, Crack, Drama, Comedy

Chapters: Oneshot

5) Let it Go (Complete, One-Shot, 3.4k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

The LU chain end up in Legend's Hyrule just in time for the annual Cross-Dressing Festival. Legend shows them how the true veterans cross-dress.

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Legend&The Chain, Legend/Ravio

General Tags: Legend-centric, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Crossdressing

Chapters: Oneshot

6) Let Me Talk to the Manager (Complete, Multi-Chapter [2], 3.4k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

A Karen!Legend and a Manager!Hyrule drabble, now with a full version!

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Hyrule&Legend

General Tags: AU - Flower Shop, Karen!Legend, Manager!Hyrule, BAMF Hyrule, Crack, Language of Flowers, Magic

Chapters: Drabble, Full Version

7) Never Piss Off the Medic (who just so happens to be a very skilled mage) (Complete, One-Shot, 1.1k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

After getting ambushed in the middle of the night, no one got any proper sleep until they reached an inn at sunrise. Hours later, Legend and Warriors begin to argue about a stolen hibiscus plant. Hyrule is not amused.

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Legend&Warriors

General Tags: Birthday Gift for Skies_Sparrow (@ HeroesOfTheApocalypse), Crack, Inspired by Art, Angry Hyrule

Chapters: Oneshot

8) Who Did This to You? (Complete, One-Shot, 6.3k words, Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures

Summary (Short Version):

Shadow finds out about something Vio has been hiding. He decides to get revenge.

Rating: Mature

Main Relationships: Vio/Shadow

General Tags: Extreme - Please Read the Warnings on the Fic, Whump, Angst, Violence, Established Relationship, Fluff, Blood & Injury, Minor CD, Morally Ambiguous Characters, & More

Chapters: Oneshot

9) Linked Universe Reacts to Nintendo E3 2021 (Complete, Drabble, 959 words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

The chain arrives in Wild's Hyrule just in time for E3! What chaos will ensue?

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: LU Gang & LU Gang

General Tags: LU Discord Prompt Week 108, Nintendo E3 2021, Crack, Comedy, Fluff

Chapters: Drabble

10) Going Where the Wind Takes You (Complete, One-Shot, 2.5k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

When the chain arrives in Lurelin Village, Wind and Wild are eager to go out into the ocean farther than Wild has ever gone. What special experiences will they share together?

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Wind&Wild

General Tags: Wind-centric, Birthday Gift for my cowriter -> Champ, Fluff, Crack, No Angst, Lurelin Village, Sailing, Ocean, Fishing

Chapters: Oneshot

11) Duality (Complete, One-Shot, 3.5k words, Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

Legend gets woken up by Hyrule one evening telling him he wants to show him something. Legend is touched by the action, but it seems that he has forgotten how dangerous wandering around at night can be...

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Main Relationships: Legend&Hyrule

General Tags: Hyrule-centric, POV Legend, BAMF Hyrule, Blood and Injury, Light Angst, Fluff, Humor, Canon-Typical Violence

Chapters: Oneshot

12) Just Dance, Hyrule! (Complete, Multi-Chapter [5], 29.5k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

One day, Hyrule disappeared. While this is a normal occurrence for him, he was typically accompanied by Wild. Hyrule disappeared, and no one knows where he went. Little did any of them know that Hyrule was simply learning how to dance in preparation for a little…event.

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Hyrule&Legend, Hyrule/Aurora

General Tags: Hyrule-centric, Fluff, Crack, Comedy, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling, Ballroom Dancing, Dancing in General, Eventual Romance, BAMF Hyrule

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Entire Work

13) Pink Four Drabbles (Complete, Multi-Chapter [10], 1k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

Pink Four True 100-Word Drabbles by Champ and I for Pink Four Takeover on the Linked Universe Discord. All written for the 17th anniversary of Minish Cap. Happy birthday Four!

Rating: General Audiences Main Relationships: Four&The Chain, Four&Shadow General Tags: Four-centric, Fluff, Crack, No Angst, Pink Four, Birthdays Drabbles: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Entire Work

14) Lycoris Radiata (Complete, One-Shot, 16.1k words, Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary (Short Version):

Warriors never liked the color red. To him, it only reminded him of the war, where several of the Hyrulean army turned traitor and he was forced to kill those he once called his friends. Since that day, he had always hated traitors.

But when Warriors and Four get captured by the Yiga Clan, their secrets are spilled. How does this forever change their relationship?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Main Relationships: Warriors&Four

General Tags: Extreme - Please Read the Warnings on the Fic, Gift Fic for Celadonbi, Inspired by Art, Warriors-centric, Four-centric, Angst, Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Crack, Flowers, PTSD, Blood, Injury, Choking, Morally Ambiguous Characters, Eventual Fluff, & More

Chapters: Oneshot

15) A Change of Heart (Complete, One-Shot, 2.6k words, Graphic Depictions of Violence + Major Character Death)

Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors

Summary:

Link thought he could take on Cia alone. He thought that, being the Hero of Hyrule, he could take on anyone and anything in his way.

But he was wrong. And in his one moment of weakness, Cia managed to taint his heart for good.

———————

Navi got thrown into an unfamiliar place without Link. Will she be able to find him in time?

Rating: Mature

Main Relationships: Navi&Proxi

General Tags: Extreme - Please Read the Warnings on the Fic, Gift Fic for chelsbey, Inspired by Art, Warriors-centric, Evil!Warriors, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Blood, Violence, & More

Chapters: Oneshot

16) The Great Christmas Tree Competition (Complete, One-Shot, 4.5k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

The chain find themselves in Time's Hyrule one day, and Malon asks for a Christmas tree. At first it's just a simple retrieval mission, but then it escalates into a competition Warriors and the others want to win in.

Even if it does get a little too serious for a friendly competition.

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Four&Warriors, Chain&Chain, Time/Malon

General Tags: Warriors-centric, Crack, Comedy, Humor, Fluff, No Angst, Christmas Trees, Gift fic for Celadonbi

Chapters: Oneshot

17) A Blacksmith, a Sailor, and a Captain Walk into a (Milk) Bar (Complete, One-Shot, 1.7k words, No Warnings)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (Linked Universe)

Summary:

When the chain ends up in Warriors' Hyrule Castletown, rumors about an active threat to the crown leads them to gather more information to protect the princess.

———————

Warriors, Four, and Wind walk into a milk bar. The rest is not what you might expect.

Rating: General Audiences

Main Relationships: Four&Warriors&Wind, Artemis&Warriors

General Tags: Warriors-centric, Wind is Lactose Intolerant, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Comedy, No Angst

Chapters: Oneshot

18) Truth or Dare (Princess Edition) (Ongoing, Multi-Chapter, 828 words, No Warnings)

Post Last Updated - June 20, 2022

#Gpow’s Masterlist #Last Updated: 20 June 2022

[sister-dear]

Sky Headcanons

@silverdragonms @echoing-sounds You lovelies asked for more so here’s Sky! 

Sky has a life-long chronic illness that leads to severe fatigue, hence all the sleeping. I usually write it as a thyroid disorder or mild crohn’s. Asthma made worse by the denser air on the surface also seems very believable so I’m starting to throw that in along with the other. Man’s just got health issues ok. 

Rests and takes naps at every opportunity. Tries to avoid overly strenuous activity like running or carrying heavy things long distances, except in emergencies, because he knows it will wipe him out and make him useless for the rest of the day, possibly the next as well. 

Really good swordsman, but he had to work hella hard for it due to the aforementioned chronic illness. It was much harder for him than his pre-adventure peers in the Knight Academy, which contributed to the ongoing feeling that he is always too slow. 

His feelings of uncertainty and inadequacy got better after his adventure but have started to get worse again after some of the recent LU comic happenings. (That conversation with Time about being a good man came from a place of good intent I’m sure but between it and the whole Demise/cursed cycle thing Sky is second guessing himself more and more as time goes on.)

Probably the most cis/het of all the Links. I could see him in a poly relationship with both Zelda and Groose if the circumstances were right, but I think you’d have to veer away from LU canon just enough for him to already be with them both by the time we hit LU. The relationship with Zelda feels too established as monogamous otherwise. 

Skyloft is cold. Sky is very comfortable in cool temperatures. What he hasn’t experienced much of is the sheer variety of *weather* that forms anywhere at an altitude low enough for clouds.  

Always up for hugs and cuddles. Also a sleep cuddler. If you lie or sit down close enough, he will wind up cuddling up to you. 

Cannot sew worth a damn.

Can cook decently, he just has a pretty limited repertoire. 

Hobbies include carving, playing his harp, and flying

Zero fear of heights. Sky loves being up high. He is right there with Wild making the other guys nervous by leaning out over precarious edges. 

In a fight, he’s gotten good at figuring out when he needs to pace himself versus when he needs to just put in his all to finish a battle as fast as possible and then put up with the exhaustion that will come afterward. 

All citizens of Skyloft are lactose intolerant, Sky included. Skyloft doesn’t keep animals for milk so their bodies lost the ability to tolerate it past childhood. 

All birds are Friends. Sky absolutely uses this to tease the other Links with cuccos. 

Buddies with Four and Warriors. His and Four’s steady, reliable personalities mesh well and figuring out that Four was closest to him on the timeline increased the brotherly feelings between them. It’s not really a mentor relationship because they both tend to look out for each other in equal measure. He’s closest in age to Warriors and Twilight and gravitated towards those two for that reason. Wound up closer to Warriors than Twilight simply because Twilight spends so much time with Time and Wild. 

Does have a temper. The most surefire way to make it appear is if someone is hurting or otherwise harming someone (or something) he loves or respects. None of the Links like being on the receiving end of his temper, not because he’s overly mean but because the appearance of it usually means ‘oh shit I fucked up’ in the same way Time loosing his temper does. 

Sky doesn’t view himself as religious, just respectful. Negative comments towards Hylia don’t bother him from a purely religious standpoint, they bother him because Zelda basically *is* Hylia and sentiments expressed towards Hylia feel like they’re being directed at his lady love. Tries to hold himself back because he knows that’s not the actual intent but it’s still hurtful. Same with Fi versus the Master Sword.

The others! Wild | Four | Legend | Hyrule | Warriors

#linkeduniverse #lu sky #headcanon

[koiotic]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Toph Beifong & Zuko, Hakoda & Zuko (Avatar), Hakoda/Kya (Avatar), Bato/Hakoda (Avatar), Hakoda & Sokka (Avatar), Hakoda & Katara (Avatar), Ozai/Prison
Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Hakoda (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Teo (Avatar), Haru (Avatar), The Duke (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Chit Sang
Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Zuko is an Awkward Turtleduck, who doesnt know how to deal with shit, Agni Kai (Avatar), Book 3: Fire, Western Air Temple, Toph Beifong and Zuko are Siblings, dadkoda, Hakoda (Avatar) is a Good Parent, Minor Bato/Hakoda (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar) Being a Terrible Parent, Ozai (Avatar) is an Asshole, no beta we die like lu ten, Post-Episode: s03e14-15 The Boiling Rock, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Zuko’s Scar (Avatar), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, aka Zuko
Summary: Hakoda never expected to be broken out of prison, let alone by his son and his son’s ex arch enemy. Said arch enemy is somehow the most awkward person he’s ever met and every time Hakoda tries to talk to him, he disappears.
Literally.

#atla au #atla ff #fanfic #zuko #toph beifong #hakoda #dadkoda #✨fuck ozai✨

[anxiouslynumbme]

Carmuel Missing Scenes/Moments

Rating: Mature.

Warning: Strong Language, Mild Sexual Situations.

Read on AO3.

3x04

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Everyone around her was dancing and laughing. They were actually happy. Or they seemed to be, anyway. Carla liked parties, but all she could think about was the need for it to stop. She couldn't go home, so she was silently praying for anything to magically end the night.

Her head rested on Yeray's shoulder, as she watched Samuel and Rebe, dancing, talking, kissing. The tightness in her chest latched its fist around her heart with a vicious squeeze, and she deserved it. So she kept watching.

Maybe her brain was trying to protect her, but she kept fixating on how he didn't look happy. If he were to move on, she wanted him to be happy. She didn't know Rebe well, but had nothing against the girl, and while Samuel had been oblivious to Rebe's jealous stares and longing looks, when he’d been with her, Carla had noticed them. She'd thought he felt nothing but friendship for Rebe. Apparently, she’d been wrong.

They were kissing again and she couldn't look away.

"All right, everyone," Lu said loudly, grabbing everyone's attention as she stood in the middle of the dance floor, "next up, switching partners!"

People groaned in annoyance, but Lu continued as though she didn't hear. "It'll be fun, stop being boring. Also it's mandatory, I'm afraid. Don't worry, switching's just for dancing." there was a round of laughter around the room.

"Now everyone, look to the couple next to you," she said walking over to Samuel, grabbing his arm, yanking him away from Rebe, and dragging him over to her and Yeray, "just like this, and Yeray, you go with Rebe,"

What the actual fuck, Lu?

When Yeray didn't move, Lu tugged on his arm, till he finally let go of Carla’s waist and slowly made his way over to Rebe. "Exactly! Understood, everyone? Great, have fun!"

She obviously didn't have to demonstrate anything.

Lu did it on purpose, she wanted to make sure Samuel ended up dancing with Carla. Her hunch was proven correct, when Lu leaned in as she was walking away and not so subtly whispered to both of them. "You're welcome."

She glanced at Samuel, who was already looking at her. He managed a weak smile, stepping forward and extending his hand. "We have to follow the rules, right?"

"Right." her skin prickled the second she accepted his hand. He put his palm on her waist, but didn't bring her closer. They were both trying to avoid each other's gaze, but it was inevitable. Like magnets, their eyes caught one another and held. She should've known that after that, their bodies always followed, they both unconsciously moved closer, his hand sliding around her waist, drawing her nearer as she willingly fell into his embrace.

"There's one main rule you didn't follow, though," he said, pointing his head at her dress.

"Suits aren't really my thing." she lied easily.

"They're not?" he asked, skeptical as ever.

"No, they're not."

"Yeray didn't dress up either."

"Well, dresses aren't his thing."

"Isn't that the whole point, though? To wear something that isn't your thing, out of your comfort zone?"

He was doing it again, he was pushing her. "Why do you care so much about the dress code, Samuel?"

"It's just, it seems like, it's something you'd be into. But instead you look like you wanna be anywhere but here."

Once upon a time, she would've enjoyed the party, would’ve even helped planning it.

She didn't bother lying to him. "Let's just finish the dance, Samuel."

He heaved a sigh. "Okay, sorry. You'd look beautiful in anything, anyway."

She felt him stiffen, and knew he didn't mean to say that out loud. They both stopped swaying abruptly, and she didn’t know how long their eyes were sealed in their own little world. A world where she could lean in and kiss him, hug him to her, and tease him about how cheesy he was being,

But they belonged to the world outside their eyes.

"Uh, I think the song is over," she said, reluctantly letting go and taking a step back.

"Thank god for that!" Rebe said, suddenly appearing next to them, "that Yeray is hot, but he needs to loosen up a little, fuck!"

Rebe threw an arm over Samuel's shoulder, and Carla quickly looked away, searching around for Yeray.

"Where is he?" she asked Rebe, trying to ignore Samuel's eyes.

"Getting a drink, I think."

"Okay, well, I need one too," she said, briskly walking away, and feeling Samuel's gaze follow her all the way inside.

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Yeray was kissing her. He literally backed her into a corner and kissed her. At first, she kissed him back, pushing down her need to run away. But then he started getting a little too excited with his touches.

"Let's find a room," he whispered in her ear heavily, grinding against her.

"What?" she pushed against his chest.

He pulled back slightly and grinned. "We could find a room and you know. . .it'll be hot."

"Yeray, I'm not fucking you in the middle of this party."

"Of course." he winced, trying to keep his smile, "we don't have to do that. Maybe just a little fun."

He leaned back down to kiss her neck, but she instantly moved away from his reach. "Look, Yeray, I was already forced to wear this dress. I'm not doing anything else against my will tonight."

He gaped, "Against your will? Carla, I'd never- "

"I know," she quickly interjected, sighing, reminding herself that he didn't know about her father, "listen, I just wanna hang out with some friends, okay? I'll find you a little later."

But she wasn't going to hang out with friends. Did she even have friends anymore?

There was no way out. She kept trying to come up with a plan, with anything, to get out of her situation, or at least make it a little bearable. But each path she considered, someone she cared about was bound to get hurt. Her mother or Samuel. Maybe both of them

She was trying to get her breathing under control, and as she passed a table with alcohol on it, she snatched up the first bottle she spotted, and rapidly walked outside.

Once she was inhaling fresh air, she felt herself calm down a bit, she leaned her head back, peering at the dark sky above. She stood there, studying its beauty for a few moments, and wishing she was living among the stars. She looked back down when she felt her chest start to ache, throwing back a big gulp; enjoying the sting she felt as the liquor traveled down her throat.

"Hi."

She should have known he was there. How did she not notice him leaning against the wall behind her? And how long was he there before he announced himself? Was he watching her?

"Hi," she replied curtly.

"What are you doing out here alone with a bottle of whiskey?" Samuel asked with a soft smile.

"Drinking it. Why, you're gonna tell me I've had enough or something?"

"No, but I will tell you it's nice to share."

She couldn't help the smile that curled her lips. She couldn’t stop most of her reactions around him, and she used to hate it. Not so much anymore, now all she did was miss it. Miss him.

"Well, I'm not nice," she said, quirking an eyebrow.

"No, you are not." he chuckled, "but you can be, sometimes."

With you, mostly.

"A lot nicer than you'd like to admit," he continued, walking towards her and holding out his palm for the bottle. She gave him a long look, before finally relenting and handing it over.

He took it with a tempting smirk, raising the bottle to his lips, all the while staring at her. And as she stared right back, she wondered, if she would ever stop wanting to kiss him.

Only when his full lips let go, and his tongue darted out to lick the liquid off, did she look away. He then sauntered lightly, until he reached the hood of a car and sat on it, his eyes quickly found hers, as he angled his head a bit nervously to the spot next to him. "Sit with me, just for a minute."

When she didn't move, he quietly spoke, his tone solemn. "Sorry. You don't have to."

Her legs were steering her to him before she could stop them, she seated herself alongside him, trying to position her body away from his. "You took my alcohol, so I kinda have to."

"How horrible of me." he let out a small laugh, passing over the bottle to her.

They sat together in comfortable silence, taking sips back and forth. While the tension was still there, it was the most peace she's had in a long time.

And he had to go and break it. "So you and Yeray, huh? You are - really together?"

He didn't look at her when he’d asked, and she didn't look at him when she answered. "Yes."

"So you actually like him?" his scrutinizing gaze was back on her.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" she wasn't even trying, the lies slipped through so smoothly.

His jaw clenched as he bit out. "Yeah, why wouldn't you."

It was clear he didn't like her answer, but unlike him, she wasn't going to question him about it. Seeing him jealous was bad enough, she didn't want to hear the reaffirmation of his pain.

So she focused on her own. "You and Rebe seem great, how long have you been dating?"

Because you said you loved me.

"Not long." he averted his eyes. "it's pretty new."

She had no right to feel the anger that sprang up in her, but she couldn't stop it. It felt like he was taking back his declaration of love. She didn't believe him anyway, but it still hurt. He wasn't in love with her. She was just an infatuation, the goodness inside him trying desperately to prove it also existed in her. 

"Right. I'm sorry about what happened to her mother, by the way."

His body stilled next to her, and she frowned at his reaction. Did she say something wrong?

"Yeah, me too. It's hard for her, being on her own."

"She has you," she blurted out, finding it a little difficult to keep the bitterness out of her voice. The envy that Rebe could have him in her life with no consequences.

The air around them suddenly shifted, his gaze connecting with hers. "She does."

His tone was almost daring her to say something about it. Which was unlike Samuel, she didn't think he was purposely trying to make her jealous. No, he was daring her, because he wanted her to admit it bothered her, admit her feelings the same way he had.

"I didn't know you liked her as more than a friend."

Fuck. Why was she still talking? Maybe she was drunker than she thought.

He sighed, staring back ahead. "I - I don’t think I knew either. But it's nice, we get along well, it's . . .easy. She's great."

She felt a lump lodge in her throat, her heart pinching in its cage. And she couldn't stop the slightest hint of sarcasm that took over her voice. "Well, good for you."

She took a final swig from the whiskey they had been sharing, and jabbed the bottle into his chest as she stood up. She wasn't as balanced as she'd hoped, her legs crumbling under the sudden shift of weight, but before she could even stumble, Samuel caught her by the waist, swiftly steadying her.

"Thanks."

"Sure," he said, not letting go of her. When she glanced up, the eyes that met hers, conveyed so much yearning, she felt her breath catch. She could feel his want all the way to her core.

"You do too." his voice was so quiet, she almost didn't hear him.

"What?"

"You've got me too." he exhaled. "as - whatever it is you want me to be. I told you, you can pretend all you want, Carla. But I see you. I can feel that you're going through something."

He paused for a second before resuming. "You can talk to me, okay? Whatever it is, you can tell me."

She snorted. "Yeah, I don't think I can."

"Of course, you can. Carla, I know there's something going on with your father, and you feel like you can't trust me, but you can."

"Bullshit!" she scoffed, shoving him away so hard, the bottle slipped from his fingers and onto the ground. 

"It's not!" he countered, his voice laced with frustration. "Carla, I already know, okay? You just need to let me in. I'm not scared of your father."

"You should be!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not. And staying away from each other isn't going to solve anything. And it's definitely not making things better. For either one of us."

She was so tired. "Give it up, Samuel. You should just keep your distance - "

"Damn it, Carla!" he snapped. "That's my decision!"

"No, it's - "

He shook his head vehemently, the motion making her pause, he moved a step closer. "I just want to know why. It's done. You lied for him in court, what more does he want from you?"

"Samuel - "

"It's over, Carla. And he’s still controlling - "

"Shut up, Samuel. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Then tell me!" he inhaled deeply. "Just tell me. Why are you letting him do this? There's something else going on, isn't there? It's not just about me."

She hated him in that moment. She hated how well he knew her. She hated how caring and intuitive he was. And she loved him all the same. She’d tried denying it for the longest time, telling herself it was sex, chemistry, attraction. But looking at him, right there, as he tore through all her walls and facades, she was reminded just how fucked she was. 

"My life is none of your business, Samuel." 

"Yes it is," he told her firmly, his eyes boring into hers, "you know it is, stop pretending otherwise."

Before she could respond, he carried on with determination. "Carla, no matter what it is, I promise, I won't use it against you."

"Oh, really?"

"Never. Never again, Carla." his gaze was so open, begging her to believe him.

"I find that hard to believe, Samuel. I'm still paying for the last time you used my feelings for you against me."

"What feelings?" he asked harshly, his eyes flaring up with challenge as he strode even closer to her. "I thought you had none. I thought you only knew me for five minutes, and soon I'll be nothing but a distant memory. That's all it was to you, right?"

She could feel her heart hammering, her throat closing up with her need to cry. She wanted to scream at him, scream at herself. The same cycle of emotions she's been experiencing taking a toll on her, exhaustion spread through her, as tears dropped silently before she could control herself.

His response was so immediate, so quick, as he urgently grasped her cheeks, his thumbs wiping her muted tears, his worried eyes searching hers. "Carla, talk to me, please."

Fuck.

"I - " she cleared he throat. "I have nothing to say. I'm sorry."

He closed his eyes, bowing his head in disappointment. "Carla."

"What do you want from me, Samuel?"

He huffed angrily. "Why do you keep doing that? Why can't you just be honest with me for once?"

It’d been silly to think that being mean and distant towards him, was going to keep him away. He was too smart for that. She had to try a different approach, if there were any hope, that she could keep him safe, and save her family, if she had any chance of actually making things better, and finding a way out. She had to do something different.

She was going to give them both the breakup they’d never gotten.

"You're right, Samuel," she began, gently putting a hand on his chest, "I have some issues with my family, but they have nothing to do with you, okay? Stop making it about you. I have to deal with them on my own, and you don't seem to understand that."

She took a deep breath, smiling softly at him, trying to sell the next part.

"And I’ll admit, I might've been a bit too harsh, but I really wasn't lying the other night at the club. We're so, so young, Samuel. We had something, we did, and I really liked it. It was messy and intense, but it was also. . .wonderful, and now it's over. It's all just meaningless in the grand scheme of things, you know? It's a little sad but it's true. So yes, I will forget about you, sooner or later."

He blenched at her words, his eyes flashing with pain, as everything she said hung heavily in the silence that followed. For a second, she saw his resolve begin to crack in his eyes, the shock from her statements fading into self doubt. 

"You don't mean that." he tried, voice small.

"I do."

"You’re trying just to push me away. I don't believe you."

She sighed. "Why?"

"Because you don't seem to understand that I was a part of what we had. I know what we had. And I know I'll never forget it, Carla. I'll never forget you."

"Oh, Samuel, but you will. Someday you will."

 "No."

"Stop. You'll be fine, I mean, you already have Rebe," she said, unable to keep the comment to herself.

He visibly flinched, momentarily speechless. "I don't - that's, that's not the same."

Her heart urged her to ask him what he meant by that. But she was getting good at ignoring it. "I don't care what it is, Samuel. Just move on, okay?"

"You're really doing this?"

It was as close to closure as they were both going to get. "Yes."

"I still don't believe you, Carla." he looked away from her, and she immediately missed the intensity of his gaze, his grip on her loosened, his body drawing back in defeat. "But I just need you to know that I'm here. That I know you're not okay, and I just want to help you. Please believe that I’ll never use you again. I'm here for you."

"Why?" the question slipped through her lips unwillingly. Her voice filled with confused wonder at his giving soul and resilient heart.

"Even if you don't want me." he shrugged sadly, his fervent dark eyes capturing hers. "You have me."

For a moment she thought, she could hear her heart shatter in her ears. She couldn't break away from his gaze, she was held captive under his heated stare and she didn't want her release.

And that made her selfish, because indulging in him, in anyway, would only lead to devastation.

"That’s nice of you to say, but I’m all good, Samuel. You're wasting your time." she slowly stepped back from his hold, her body instantly protesting his absence.

"I better go find Yeray. Have a good rest of your night." 

#carmuel #samucarla #elite #carla x samuel #samuel x carla #carla roson #samuel garcia #carmuel fic

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a little gift | MLQC Lucien (nsfw)

Happy Birthday, Lucien! a tad later than planned, but here’s the promised birthday sex from my invitation XD Let me know what you think!

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Reader/Lucien

Rating: 18+ 

Wordcount: 5200

Summary: It’s Lucien’s birthday and you’ve got a wonderful trip planned for him  – along with an extra gift he isn’t expecting.

Warnings: explicit sex (vaginal & anal), mild masturbation, birthday sex, sex toys, established relationship

author fact: I spent so much time sitting in one place as I wrote this that my butt too, was aching by the end of it. this is the first time I’ve ever written anything involving butts, so please let me know if it’s...right?

a/n: im gonna have to come edit this once i get some sleep. i forgot how to spell laugh. 

A bite of cake and a sip of wine, with a familiar warmth nestled into his side: Lucien is dangerously content. 

Not for the first time, he thinks he will never give this up for anything in the world. He could never let go of the little surges of happiness brought on by the girl holding a forkful of cake up to his lips, and not the deep love flowing in his veins, keeping him alive. 

The second photo album you've ever given him rests beside the cake. The second roll. A collection of your memories. 

He can’t help the way he sneaks a kiss, helpless against your smiles, the way they curve your lips up even as they’re pressed to his. It makes him shudder when he feels your tongue flick against his lip, to tempt and to taste. He’s glad for the booth they’re hidden away in, that gives them enough privacy for him to lose himself for a moment. He lets the greed slip past, eager to take whatever you give it. Before the time comes when you might not get a chance.

He suppresses the heartache at the thought. There's no telling what the future holds. Danger still lurks in shadowed corners, and it's taught him fear. Not for himself, but for the one who holds his very being in her hands.

“You had some frosting there,” you murmur when you pull away, smile coy and eyes bright, fingers tracing a gentle path along his thigh. Never stepping a foot over the line, just toying with it. He wants to step over it with you, to fall over it, to fall into bed and wherever else you can and to taste you, the sweetest dessert, his lovely girl who just wants to give him a special birthday.

And you will, once you go away tomorrow, for the weekend. He remembers the way your face fell when he told you he has important meetings he can’t skip on the day of his birthday; it was subtle, but there is nothing he can miss when it comes to you. You both had to be content with brunch for today, as he would only get home at a late hour. 

“Is it going to be a tiring day for you?” you had asked, concern hiding a hint of something he can't quite identify. It would be just like you to wait up, to give him a goodnight kiss – you do it often since you haven’t had much time to yourselves for weeks. 

“Well, no. I’ll have to sit through a few meetings, review some of my colleagues’ work, but nothing too exhausting,” he had assured you. You haven’t mentioned anything about meeting him when he comes back, but he’s always had endless patience for you and your adorable tricks. He watches you as you eat carefully measured bites of cake, eyes lingering on the way you lick your lips, satisfied with the sugar and his company. He has never felt more thankful for birthdays when you let him feed you small bites with little protest and an endearing blush. It makes him think, makes him want to test boundaries. But he refuses to risk hurting you for the sake of his depraved curiosity. The time to part ways arrives all too soon, and your smile dims a little; for a moment, he seriously considers quitting his job.

“I can barely wait till tomorrow,” you mumble, arms would tight around his waist and forehead pressed into his chest. You stand outside the restaurant, packed cake in hand, waiting for the bus after you declined his offer to drop you home. He nuzzles the crown of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your favourite shampoo, closing his eyes in the face of your affection. “I want you all to myself.” 

Your words feel warm on his skin. “Me neither, darling. And you will. What time is the flight?” 

“8 am,” you answer, and again he senses something...off. Perhaps it’s the prospect of having to get up at 6 in the morning? You're not much of an early bird unless you're coaxed out of bed by the scent of breakfast. He still remembers the first time he stayed over vividly, and not just because of how soundly he slept next to you. You had to get up earlier than usual, for a meeting, and any ideas he'd had about a chirpy morning bird were shattered by the sight of your grumpy expression. It's a memory he likes to revisit when he's feeling dull; he had slipped into unexpected laughter, and you threw a pillow at him. Then he cuddled you until all thoughts of rage-texting Victor faded.

“Want me to come wake you up?” he asks after the brief jaunt down memory lane. He doesn’t bother trying to sound innocent; they both know if he wakes you up, it’ll be with his head between your legs. No danger of a grumpy ___ then. 

“...I’d like that,” you agree readily, smiling up at him. "I'm sure I'll need it. I've been so tired these days..." There's little sign of the shy desire that usually clouds your eyes when he suggests something so improper in public, even though he keeps his voice low. He would be hurt, but instead, there’s a shiver of anticipation running along his spine as you brush your lips against his, dancing away when he leans in. "Happy Birthday, Lu."

Just what is his little butterfly up to? 

The question sits in the back of his mind throughout the day, through each file he reads and every person presenting their research. He doesn’t exactly know where you’re taking him, but he has a few guesses, as you had insisted on packing not only his warmer jackets and thicker shoes, but also his swimming trunks. His thoughts race through ideas, drifting back to last month when he accidentally saw you scrolling through a cute little lingerie website.

'Oh.'

As he flips through the photos you took such care to preserve, he thinks that it's okay that he sees through most of your surprises. It doesn't lessen the delight they bring. He's eager to see what you picked out, what could have caught your fancy, and he hopes he gets to see it tomorrow. 

It will take him some time to admit it, but he didn’t expect what he really found waiting for him in his apartment. 

You look down at your collection, of new and old, with excitement curling along your mouth and a glass of water in hand. There’s some regret, for eating cake so early in the day when you have plans, but it's not like you could have skipped Lucien's birthday cake. Or even cake in general. You resisted where you could, and you think it'll be fine. You take a moment to fantasize about the sinful dessert sitting in your refrigerator before you get to work. It's 4:00 pm, which gives you plenty of time to work, but there's much to be done. 

You're trying really hard to refrain from calling Lucien. Your boyfriend's been getting melancholic again, and you've come up with just the thing to distract him on his birthday.

You shower thoroughly, shave your legs with care, scanning them in the mirror to make sure you haven't missed a spot, applying sweet-scented lotion liberally across the skin. Painful flashbacks of the Brazilian you got for today have you wincing, but you've been determined to live up to the image you painted in your head. Willow, who'd gone to get one too, treated you to ice-cream afterwards, saying it's a must after the first one. After some deliberation, you paint your nails a pearly white and decide to take a nap before you get to blow-drying your hair.

It's 6:00 by the time you scramble out of bed, fixing yourself a light dinner and texting Lucien to make sure he's eaten.

[6:03] Lu: Don't worry. Professor Collins ordered enough for the building. I suspect he feels some guilt for calling me in today.

[6:04] Y/n: I knew there was a reason I liked him! Btw, what time do you think you'll be home?

[6:06] Lu: I'll try to make it home by 12. Don't worry, I'll get up on time ;)

Mouth pursing at the reminder of his horrendous sleeping habits, you go back to your soup with a restless heart. The clock's ticking, and you're quick to finish washing the dishes, finish some last minute packing, and when there's no chore left to do, you head for your bedroom. You connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, settling on an upbeat song while you plug in the hairdryer. As you divide your hair into sections, you're nearly giddy with excitement. As far as you could observe, Lucien has no idea what you've got planned, and you're quite proud to have slipped this past him.

You put the device down once each strand of hair is smooth and shiny, warm to the touch. And then you undress, until you're completely bare, running your fingers over lace, giddiness giving way to trepidation. 

You're thankful there's a video on the website because there's no way you could've put on the set by yourself. 

As you tighten the garter belts around your thighs and adjust the lace collar, peering at your reflection in the mirror as you put on simple pearl studs, you decide that it's fine that it's not the most comfortable thing you've ever worn, because you look really good. And you think Lucien will like it. Especially the very convenient holes in the cloth. 

You don’t bother to put on much makeup, keeping it simple with waterproof mascara and lip balm.

You wrap yourself in a simple robe as you hurry to the living room, picking out a pair of black handcuffs, a toy you've only used a few times, all in preparation for today, and a bottle of lube. You put them in a bag along with a towel, a pack of wet wipes and grab your phone. It's 11:30, and you have a text from Lucien saying that he'll be done soon. You put on your flats and exit your apartment quickly, letting it shut behind you as you run over to his front door, tapping in his security code with ease. Before you enter, you pull out a thick white ribbon from your bag, tying it around the handle of the door.

As you slip off your shoes, you realize it's quite strange to be in Lucien's apartment without him there. The lights are off, the curtains drawn to keep the moonlight out. In the past, he's left you dozing in his bed if he has to go to work earlier, but you've never entered the place in his absence. There's no time to ponder the peculiarities of the situation, and you head to his bedroom, your steps timid as if to avoid waking up something slumbering in the shadows.

As you open the door, you peek through the slight crack even though you know he isn't home, stepping in once you're sure it's empty and letting the door close behind you with a click. You're more than familiar with his home, but something in you shies away from invading his privacy. If he knew you were thinking this after several months of dating, he would call you a silly. And get you to stay over more often.

With a resolute nod, you move towards the bed, turning on the lamp next to it. You take out the towel first, spreading it out over his clean sheets and taking a seat on it. You pull up a pillow behind you as you lean back against the headboard, slipping your robe off and folding it, putting it in the bag. You take out your tools, spreading them out in front of you, unsure how to go about this.

The scent of him is subtle, but it's very much present. It soothes your nerves, and the thought of his reaction to your presence gives you strength as you relax your shoulders. You close your eyes, resting them and your mind for a moment, acknowledging the nervousness. Whatever he might be expecting, it's certainly not this, and you can't hold back a smile at that. 

You enjoy catching him off-guard. 

Your fingers brush lightly over the side of your neck, across your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, thinking about the way he likes to explore your skin with his mouth. As you toy with your breasts, you think about how he likes to start slow, never rushing, always taking his time to draw your pleasure out. He's the biggest tease you've ever met, and you can barely keep up with the games he likes to play, but it's always worth it – he ensures it. He likes to draw out your pleasure, to take it for himself, more and more until you beg for respite.

As you begin circling your clit lightly, you think about the time you tried to wake him up and it resulted in you positioned over him, riding his face as he devoured every drop of pleasure you had in you. How tightly he'd held on to your thighs, refusing to let you move away as he ate you out with only greed and gluttony driving his mouth. When your fingers are glistening and your cheeks are flushed, you leave it there and move to the next step. 

Sitting up, you reach for the bottle of lube, pouring it generously, making sure your index finger is coated well before you turn your focus to the entrance above your sex. You’re on your back now, the soft cotton of the pillow warm from your body heat; your knees are pushed up, your arm reaching down between them. The slight trepidation you had felt the first time, at the feel of your finger dipping into the tightness is all but gone now, leaving behind slightly shaky confidence.

This is something Lucien has wanted to try for a while, but he hasn’t been too direct about it. He’s never gone beyond sliding in a finger, usually, while he’s fucking you, and you decided introducing it on this special day would be perfect. It was a good idea to try it on your own first, to see if it's something you would like, and ease into it. Still, you know Lucien's going to be at least a little difficult about it since you've kept this from him for nearly a month.

You're liberal with the lube as you prepare yourself, adding another finger once you’ve adjusted to the first and you slide them in and out steadily, pressing where it feels pleasing. The flash of your phone distracts you, and you rise onto one elbow to see it's a text from Lucien.

[11:35] Lu: I'll be home in 30 :) 

'He's being strangely cooperative,' you think absently. Once you’ve deemed yourself ready, you pluck out a wet wipe, wiping your hands carefully before reaching for the sleek toy and the bottle of lube. You coat it thoroughly before circling the tip around your entrance, then pushing it in slightly. You try to remain patient as you slide it in slowly, being gentle with your body, letting your tight heat adjust to the plug. 

You have about ten minutes by the time you’ve pushed it in as far as it can go, it’s round ring nestled between your cheeks; you lie there for a minute, breathing heavily, your walls clenching and fluttering. But you're satisfied with the familiarity of it, confident that your idea will be executed smoothly. Your walk to the bathroom is slow, and as you wash your hands you pray he doesn’t get here before you position yourself. Hurrying back into the room, you put everything except for the lube and the handcuffs back in the bag, leaving the bottle on the side table along with your phone once you’ve switched it off, hoping that Lucien will think you're asleep, in case he calls.

And then you try to figure out how he should find you.

This, like everything else, took a lot of thought. Initially, you thought you could just lounge on your front, letting him think you're asleep. But, now is not the time to be lazy. This is the time to make your boyfriend snap and bury himself inside you so deeply he forgets everything else, if just for today. And, preferably, the next three days.

And so you crawl onto the bed, letting your head and chest rest on the firm surface, leaving your rear in the air, presented with absolutely no subtlety. You struggle a little with the handcuffs, but manage to get them on safely, without pulling any muscles. Your arms are stretched over your head, it feels ridiculous, and you’re still giggling into the sheets when you hear the front door open. 

‘The things I do for love.’

You try not to squirm when the bedroom door doesn’t fly open immediately. Knowing the man, he’s probably scanning his living room. Taking his sweet time, knowing you’re in here waiting for him. 

‘This position is very uncomfortable when Lucien’s not there to distract me,’ you muse to yourself, trying to adjust your head comfortably. As if on cue, the door opens. 

You don’t even try to look at him. It won’t be possible, and it’ll only happen when he wants it to - you’ve ensured that by leaving the key on the table. Your heartbeat quickens as you strain your ears, jolting when you hear the door shut. Your back tenses as you pick up on the subtle sounds of him breathing, of light footsteps, of cloth rustling. You wonder what he thinks of the ring standing out between your cheeks, framed by delicate lace, and hope you don’t have to wait too long to find out. 

The bed dips as he takes a seat, and your heart races like a mouse, cornered and trapped, waiting for the cat's paw to fall on it. And then he speaks.

“I have to admit, I was quite disappointed when I didn’t see you outside,” he says casually. The hoarseness in his voice belies his nonchalant attitude, as does the way he clears his throat. You can hear the smile in his tone. You’re thankful he can’t see your face because you’re certain your wide grin would look out of place right now. 

“Are you still disappointed?” Your words are nearly a whisper, hushed and eager. You know he hears them when they prompt him to plant quick kisses across the plump flesh of your rear, a finger trailing across the ring keeping your plug from slipping in. 

“Darling,” he begins, his hands sweeping over your body, feeling the flimsy cloth, tugging at the garter. His touch is delicate, not meant to arouse, but you shiver from it anyway. “I don’t think I could be further from disappointment if I tried. But…”

His hand dips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your slit. You bite back a whimper, surprised that you’re this sensitive. He seems to realise it too, pushing the slender digits in, meeting little to no resistance. Your walls squeeze down, palpitating around it, and you push back immediately. 

“...but, I think I could do with a cup of tea, first. You don’t mind, do you? It was a long day.” A kiss on the back of your head and he’s gone, walking out of the room to get his tea, whistling obnoxiously. You're left staring at pristine sheets, unable to process his abrupt departure and your absolute helplessness in the face of it.

“Lucien!” you cry out, heart beating desperately. There's no space for shame here. “Lucien, please!” There’s no response. But you didn’t expect this to be easy in the first place. “Fuck.” 

And it doesn’t get better. Lucien walks in with a cup of his favourite, steaming beverage, and just stands there at the foot of the bed, sipping it and making casual remarks like he's in a museum. 

“I have to say, you’ve done a wonderful job. Did you buy this set for today?” He toys with the lace on your waist and the straps digging into your skin, his hand sliding up your back as he walks around to stand next to the bed. He, very pointedly, doesn’t mention the new toy. 

You lift your head slightly, tilting it enough to get a good look at him before you nod.  He’s in a skintight turtleneck, slim fit pants, but the dark of his clothes can’t compare to the one in his eyes. The ribbon you left at his door lies next to you. You don't miss the slight bulge at his crotch. He smiles at the sight of your teary eyes, glaring up at him even as you tremble. 

“I guess you don’t like your surprise,” you mumble, trying to fight the pout forming on your lips. The curve of his lips fades as he blinks in surprise before sitting down next to you. 

“Sweetheart, no,” he coos, placing his empty cup on the table. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “This is...I don’t think I have the words to describe what I felt when I walked in to see you spread out for me.” 

“Was it good?” you ask softly, trying not to sound smug. You know it was good. You look like you're begging to be fucked – which you are. He chuckles at the cockiness slipping through cracks of faux sincerity. 

“I don’t know how to describe it,” he repeats. He strokes your hair gently, pulling it away from your face. “Shall I show you instead?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

He moves towards the foot of the bed until he kneels behind you, facing your ass, his warm palms a soothing balm to your starved flesh. He caresses your skin gently, squeezing it a few times before you feel his breath on your sex.  The first swipe of his tongue feels like it could ruin you, and the feeling only increases as he continues to lick into you. 

“You’ve got yourself all wet for me, haven’t you? You’re such a good girl.” The first snack of his palm against your ass is unexpected; the second stings terribly and the third painfully welcome. After the seventh one, he pauses to press his mouth to your swollen entrance again, and you’re so wet you can hear the sound of him lapping at you. “But my good girl has been keeping secrets.” 

“I-I wanted to surprise you!” you protest, arching your back further, trying to urge him to move faster. He hums against your slick flesh, his mouth enveloping your swollen clit a second later. It only takes a few sucking motions for you to come with quaking walls and limbs, sobbing in relief at the surprising show of mercy. 

“I know you did. You’ve worked so hard to give me this,” he murmurs, curling a finger around the ring resting between cheeks that flaming red. And then you cry out again when the slender object is pulled out halfway before it’s slid back in, in repetitive, curious motions. “You’re so good to me.” 

“Fuck, Lu-Lucien,” you gasp, struggling for breath. He stills at the sound of his name, a displeased sound leaving his lips. 

“While I adore the view, I do think you’re too uncomfortable like this,” he decides, reaching for the key to your freedom. A part of you suspects he just hates not being able to see your face as he makes you come. You nearly collapse once your hands are freed, and Lucien is quick to gather you in his arms and lay you out on your back.

As your arms slowly reawaken, you put them to good use, pulling him over you to press up into him, nipping at his jaw until he gives in to your silent demand and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t pull away, slipping a questing tongue through your lips, tangling a hand through your hair to keep you there as he plunders your mouth without restraint. He kisses you until you’re putty in his hands, and he whispers his affection into your ears. 

“Please fuck me, Lu,” you plead, just the way he likes it. You place his hand on your breast, arching into his touch; you're deeply aware of the extra addition in your body, pushing against your walls, keeping your feet dipped in a pool of pleasure when you want to drown in it. “Please. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.” 

He inhales sharply at your words and moves away to undress slowly, letting your eyes rove across the hard planes of his torso, lean muscle flexing as he moves closer. You watch the way his cock bounces before he wraps a hand around it, giving it a few, sure pumps. He nearly succeeds in distracting you with a kiss, but you still open your mouth demandingly, widening your eyes in the way that never fails. Never one to deny you anything, he climbs over you, kneeling and bending until he can slide the tip of his plump cock into your mouth. You suck at it eagerly, swallowing more and more of him until you choke, until all you can taste is the He slides his swollen shaft out and back in, breathing heavily, groaning at the feel of your wet mouth and zealous tongue. 

You whine when he pulls away, quieting when he climbs down the length of your body to kneel between your legs. He unclasps the straps around your thighs and waist, pulling them off to toss them on the other side of the bed. After a second of consideration, he strips you of the bra as well but leaves the lace collar on. You're left completely exposed and shivering, aching with the need to feel his skin. He locks eyes with you as he wraps his hands around your thighs, pushing them up until you’re spread out, ready to be taken apart. 

“My darling girl, my heart.” His fingers curl over your breasts, tweaking and tugging, his mouth dropping down to suck at a pebbled nipple. You sigh as your fingers slither into his hair, as he rises up to press his cock to your entrance. He slides in all the way and it feels so full you could cry. “God, Lucien. I...it feels so good.” Strange, but you adjust to it. Each drag of his hips, of his skin against yours, feels like it’s setting you on fire. You scramble to catch hold of something, an anchor, before you slip; you pull him down into an urgent kiss as your hips buck up into him. 

He groans into your mouth and leans closer, swallowing your gasps; it’s unbearable, as if you’ll break, and as his thrusts speed up, you push back into him frantically, chasing after the fall, the rise, the destruction – it doesn’t elude you, he doesn’t rip it away but throws you into it instead. He leans back, reaching down for the plug and thrusting it into you, syncing its motions with that of his cock. Before you can comprehend the sudden pressure you’re coming so hard it blinds you, makes you scream, has tears pooling in your eyes.  Lucien works you through it gently, with lips quirked up at the way you babble, kissing you so, so softly your heart floods with how much you feel for this man. With a pounding heart, you watch as he reaches for the drawer, plucking out a condom and grabbing up the lube.

"Are you sure, darling?" Your response is to push your knees further until they're nearly level with your shoulders. He watches you as he lathers his cock with the liquid, using his other hand to pull your plug out. You got used to it, you realize, when it feels so empty. But he doesn't let it remain so, pressing the head of his leaking shaft against your entrance. You're treated to the full depth of his patience, as he dips in and out, getting further in with each propulsion. His eyes spark with every moan, his lips brush your mouth at every discomfited grunt. 

Once he's deep within you, in this new territory, and your head is thrown back, your mouth has fallen open at the feeling – he leans back and begins to thrust. His groans are everything you wanted to hear, and you can't help but smile up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from his bright eyes. There is no sign of the gloom, the sorrow. There's life, there's desire as he tests out all the different ways he can make you moan.

"I love you," you blurt out instead, overcome with the sudden flow of emotion. He slows as you tear up, to your immense embarrassment, and try to throw your arm over your head to cover it up. 'There was nothing sexy about that!' 

And then you nearly choke as, in one swift movement, he wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you up against him. He shudders, clutching you to him as you throw your arms over his shoulders, eyes rolling back into your head when he slips deeper. Your kiss is frenzied, as are his thrusts when they start anew, and then you do cry when he whispers his love, his praise against your lips, over and over again. Your nails dig into his skin, and his teeth sink into yours. You sob harder when he presses you into the bed, drilling into you like a man crazed and sliding his fingers into your throbbing sex. 

His eyes glow as he strikes where it shatters you, and you're blinded by it – completely consumed by the force of it, the way it leaves you in pieces, but even through your quaking limbs and the ringing in your ears, you feel Lucien pull out of you. Through bleary eyes, you watch him rip the condom off hastily before sliding through your oversensitive slit. He chokes out a guttural groan, clinging to you as he falters, the snapping of his hips unsteady as he comes almost violently, pumping himself into you, filling you up past what you can hold. 

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are of you two trying to catch your breath.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper, pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek. He stays curled over you, staring down at your flushed face, your hair now far from smooth and sticking to your skin. His damp bangs fall haphazardly across his forehead, his lips are kissed red and he's so beautiful you need to look away before you cry again.

His eyes are suspiciously shiny as he kisses your forehead gently. “I love you, my darling girl.” 

As he settles next to you on the bed, you turn over gingerly. You're completely spent, sore and sweaty. Still, you aim for casualness, ignoring the slight tremble in your legs. "Excited for tomorrow?"

“Very,” he answers once you’re curled up into him, and he can play with your hair to his heart's content. “I'm glad we have the whole weekend to ourselves.” 

You gasp in mock outrage. "I do have an itinerary, you know." And you’ve also opened a new door for you both. You have no doubt Lucien will be experimenting on you until he’s familiar with every inch of this new area, and the slight fear you feel is understandable. He can be quite enthusiastic when it comes to figuring out what makes you tick.

"So do I." His smirk is positively feral and you can't help but snort. 

“Think we can shower before bed?” 

“Yes, if you’d like,” he gathers you into his arms gently, then sinks back into the bedding. “...maybe in some time. Are we actually leaving in the morning?“ 

You know your smile is a tad impish when he pinches your cheek. “We’ve got an afternoon flight.” If all goes according to plan, your boyfriend's birthday weekend will have a very pleasant start – with your mouth wrapped around his cock. You just have to make sure you wake up before him.

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More Than You Could Ever Know 

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You Wish* (Hogwarts!sos)

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