#( legend picks up on it and ends up teaching wind how to do it in a subtle enough way to not let wind know that he knows )

[twink-between-worlds]

Legend knows how to embroider clothes. He lets Wind watch him, sometimes.

Wind thinks it's cool. He's trying to learn how to do embroidery via watching Legend do it

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

DANCING WITH FIERCE DANCING WITH FIERCE DANCING WITH FIERCE DANCING WITH FIERCE DANCING WITH FIERCE DANCING WITH FIERCE

Ahem...

How bout a fic where we share, maybe teach Fierce how to dance?

I am living for these fics

I love this idea!! One dance scene coming up, and I'll throw in some /drama/ to sweeten the deal ;)

Smooth

Pairing: Fierce Deity x Reader

Warning(s): some possessive thoughts, but nothing crazy

Masterlist

It was a preposterous idea, in the Fierce Deity's opinion; far too poignant to be introduced at the breakfast table, much less to the likes of him.

"I've picked up the waltz," the Link called 'Warrior' preened, leaning forward to fix you with a gaze the deity couldn't help but loathe. Of course, you were your own person and free to do as you pleased, though that sentiment did nothing to stem the flow of... he dare say it was jealously, through his veins. "I'd be happy to show you, if you'd like."

But sweet, unassuming you only grinned at him from across the table. "I know that one too! Anyone heard of the square dance?"

"I have, but 'm no good," Twilight chimed in, fork piled high with the eggs you and Wild made.

"I can dance on any ship mast!" Wind proclaimed, looking pointedly at everyone before his gaze settled on you. "If we ever end up in my world I'll teach you!"

"I can't wait," there it was, the soft smile that never failed to frame your face when you were truly happy. Fierce hoped you never lost it. Picking at the last of your food, you turned to the deity beside you. "How about you, big guy? You can't tell me you haven't danced at least once."

The Fierce Deity felt a sort of melancholy at your words, mostly because he had not, in fact, danced at least once and partly because impressing you was typically the highlight of his day. "I," he could feel Time's working eye on him, as cerulean as the Termina sky and twice as calculating. "am not familiar with the dances of this world."

That seemed the safest response, and the deity was relieved he could think as quickly on his buttocks as he could on his feet. When understanding settled in your gaze, he knew he made the right choice. "Well, allow me to impart some moves on you in case someone asks for your hand on the floor."

Aside from the fact that he had heard none of those words in the same sentence together, and that he would likely never accept the hand of anyone but you, the Fierce Deity could only helplessly nod, no more ensnared than a fish in a net. At night, your sway over him would be so baffling that he could hardly close his eyes, too caught up in the great mysteries of the heart he didn't know he possessed. "I would like that."

And so it was decided. The conversation devolved to you detailing all the errands the day required, and there was no shortage of help when it came to your needs–you had given them a home, food, and good company, so how could Time and Twilight refuse tending to the petunias, or Wild and Sky the cooking? Hyrule looked as though he would sooner restart his hero's journey than gather ingredients for the stew you had planned for dinner, while Legend's expression indicated that he would rather fight the beast Volga a thousand times over than not assist with laundry, never mind the amount of soiled clothes eleven people undoubtedly generated a week. Four's eyes resembled a mismatched kaleidoscope (he had been quite disturbed when you let him use yours, but the Fierce Deity wasn't one to shy easily) when you asked if he wanted some scrap metal from the neighbor's garage sale, and Wind was downright ecstatic when you invited him to the grocery store. Warriors gaze practically held heart-eyes when you informed him that the sewing materials to fix his ripped scarf would be arriving in the afternoon, only souring when you delegated the last task to the Fierce Deity himself: dance lessons at 4.

It was a laughable thought that his only responsibility was to prepare for lessons on dance, but the Fierce Deity was not one to complain at the newfound freedom, as if you had never offered it before. The tasks you laid out were simply requests, and it was clear that they could back out at any time, not that any of them would, of course. The Fierce Deity knew your behavior would have never passed in his world, and it was one of the things he admired about you, a mere mortal who could convince them of anything. He saw it in Time's eyes, in Twilight's and Wind's and Wild's. Devoted was too soft a word to describe it, but there was no better one.

And as you began to gather plates, chirping happily about the great weather, he began to believe that maybe, just maybe, it was.

You found the Fierce Deity in the living room, sat beside Time and Warriors, their eyes practically glued to the episode of Family Feud playing on the TV. You found it funny how much they enjoyed the show, though you supposed it was a bid to learn more about your culture without having to ask you about every little thing. Wind had even begun to use slang, and while you were proud, his use of 'bro' was simply out of control at times, though nothing could top the time Twilight tried to use 'rad' in a sentence.

Leaning against the wall, you fake-coughed, tapping your watch when they turned to look at you. "Hey, Fierce, you ready to get some moves?"

Despite the obvious differences in word choice between the two of you, Fierce nodded solemnly and followed you to the backyard. A large 'patio' extended nearly to the middle of the yard, and his boots clomped obnoxiously on the slate-colored stone. It had been one of the only articles you allowed him to wear everywhere, as the people of your world tended not to be fond of men in armor that carried swords bigger than they were, which led to several heated discussions from you about proper dress. The Fierce Deity tugged on the sleeves of his grey 'shirt', a gift from you when you realized he was a bit large to shop at regular stores.

"We should be good here," you stated, hands poised on your hips. "I still can't believe you've never danced at all."

"It is not uncommon," responded the Fierce Deity. "Song and dance are for people of mirth."

You raised an eyebrow. "You don't consider yourself a 'person of mirth'?"

"I am the god of war," for a moment, the bitterness in his gaze was almost palpable. "There is no happiness in battle."

"Not even victory?" You were curious of the Fierce Deity, of what the lens of divinity really entailed. Had it truly made him cold, or was it merely a front?

"Especially not victory," he intoned, and you were nearly consumed with the urge to hug him. You'd never denied the vast differences your lives held, but it still stung to hear him speak so... despondently.

"Well," you patted his shoulder in an attempt to lighten the mood. You had. "We haven't had a world war in, like, years, so don't worry your pretty little head about it!"

The Fierce Deity raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on your choice of words, much to your relief. Clapping your hands together, you changed the subject. "You have a very waltz-y style, so we'll start with that."

You offered him your hands, which he took with no hesitation. Contrary to your assumption, his porcelain skin was warm to the touch, and just as smooth. You couldn't help but wonder if all deity's were like this, or if it was merely another thing that set him apart from the gods. Carefully, you brought your right arm up, encouraging his to follow suit, then placed the palm of his right hand on your side, sliding your left hand up to rest on the curve of his bicep. "You're going to want to hold your arm up like this–and keep your hand under my arm like so."

"Then you step back with your right foot," you said as you stepped forward with your right. "Aaand take another step so both feet are parallel."

It was a testate to the Fierce Deity's character that he followed your movements with nary a grunt. Stark eyes burned holes into your own. The Fierce Deity was a man of few words, so you supposed it was fate that you had more than enough to share. "Now you're going to take a step with your left," your shoes clicked on the stone as you stepped back carefully. "Then another so your feet are parallel, and now move them together."

The Fierce Deity did just that, brows set in concentration. His dedication was flattering in a soft way, as was the thought that a god thought you were important enough to dance with. You had no doubt that he wouldn't have agreed if he didn't want to, though you could still hardly comprehend his interest in you, a mere mortal. Surely there were more compelling souls he could associate with, or were you simply a distraction from the shock of living in a new world? You tried not to think too hard, shooting the deity a practiced grin. "And that's all there is to it!"

Instead of pulling away, Fierce began anew, until you were dancing in the middle of the patio like no one's business. If dancing with a deity wasn't on your bucket list before, it sure was now.

"You are a good teacher," were the Fierce Deity's first words in however long you'd been outside. He was close enough that you could feel the steady puffs of his breaths, and you doubted you would ever feel quite as protected as you were now. "I shall treasure this experience."

Well, if that wasn't the sweetest thing you had heard today. "I'm glad, you're doing great!"

Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, it did. "Are you familiar with more dances?"

"A few," you shrugged. "Square dancing, the waltz... and the tango, but don't quote me."

The question in his pupil-less eyes was clear: when did you have the time? Time was a fickle concept, and it didn't surprise you that the Fierce Deity wouldn't have any left for song and dance. Yet here you stood, locked in a creative embrace that he should have scorned. What about you could have intrigued the deity so, or at least enough for him to request dance lessons?

Not that you minded, you would never mind.

"Do you want to learn those too?"

The Fierce Deity's head jerked up and down, ruffling his unusually impeccable bangs. You had no idea what sorcery he employed to achieve such an effortless look, but you wanted in. "Has your hair always been this long?"

His grip on your waist tightened a fraction, gaze practically burning a hole into your skull. "Yes."

Hair held memories, so what mysteries did his carry? Stories within strands, just begging to be discovered. Most importantly, would he allow you to read them, or were you simply grossly overestimating your relationship?

"I had it cut," the deity spoke, effectively coloring you surprised. "once."

"Only once?"

"It was during my service," it was back--the tone he used when he was only humoring you. You swayed across the cobblestone, ears perked for his next words. "I did not like it."

You... you could tell. "You don't say..."

"Do you cut your hair?"

"I do," you had no idea why admitting that felt embarrassing. "Not often, but enough that it doesn't get split ends."

"Split... ends?" By the way he said it, you would have assumed it was a curse. That and the fact that he apparently was oblivious to haircare other than what you assumed to be sorcery.

"...You don't know what those are?" His blank expression said all, so you coughed and stood a bit straighter. "It's when your hair grows to long and the ends just... split. Getting regular hair cuts and using good products helps."

"I... see," just when you thought that was the end of it, the madness continued. "And these products you speak of?"

Was he... did he really want to learn about human haircare? You supposed your hands were tied on the matter, so you heaved a sigh. "It's an umbrella term; there's hair masks, shampoo and conditioner, oils, butters–"

"You apply butter to your hair?" came a new, incredulous voice. Warriors and Wild strode out from the patio door, the former's scarf looped around his nose and mouth in a manner that made you wonder if you should be nervous. You attempted to release Fierce, but he refused, hold only tightening. "Dude– what's up, Wars, Wild?"

"Where's the... Hylia, I can't remember the name for the life of me," Wars scratched his head and groaned. "The red cylinder–"

"You mean the fire extinguisher?" You asked incredulously, trying and failing to hide your mounting terror.

Warriors grinned and snapped his fingers. "That's it! So...?"

"It's under the sink," you deadpanned. "Please tell me the kitchen isn't on fire."

"Okay, we won't," said Wild, already jogging backwards. You sighed as they retreated back into the house, the acid scent of smoke fingering in through the cracked windows.

"God give me strength–"

"You may utter that once more," said the deity with an exhausted expression.

Other than his horrible euphemism for 'you can say that again', you completely agreed with that statement. "I'd love to stay, but I really don't have the money to get a new microwave," you said a tad sheepishly, weaseling from his slackened grip. "You've got the talent, and don't you forget it!"

It was only until you disappeared inside the house that the Fierce Deity released the sigh he had been holding... and the arm that had raised in a half-hearted attempt to draw you back. 'Pitiful' was the first word to come to his mind when he thought of you; he was a god, and yet he was practically helpless to the whims of a mortal. He wondered how the goddesses saw him now, tamer than a sparrow in a golden cage and more obedient than a hound on a leash. Perhaps it was wonder that drew him closer, emboldened by the terrifying presence of love in his barren heart. There were so many different types of love, and the Fierce Deity liked to think he felt at least one of them toward you. It would certainly explain the uncomfortable feeling in his chest when one of the others had your attention. But, rational as he was, the deity knew attempting to control you would be like trying to stem a raging river. Not that he wanted to, he simply desired your eyes on him, your hands in his own, warm and soft with gentle promises of comfort. He wondered if you would make good on your word, because, really, the concept of dance lessons was a preposterous idea–the Fierce Deity didn't dance at the whims of mortals–and he would be eternally grateful to the goddesses for granting him that pleasure.

This ask is insanely on time because I JUST learned how to square dance yesterday at college. Also this is an unofficial part of Knightmare in Toronto <3

[tinytime10]

So, with your backstory for Wars, did any of his backstory still show among the Chain? I'm just imagining the 'too close to his food' and how that mixes with the other boys who might have a similar relationship with resources or in contrast to someone more freely giving like... Wild?

Did Impa manage to reign in this slightly feral urchin? Or did the war do that? Or is the suave, cool captain entirely an act?

Thank you so much for the ask I can’t believe someone is actually showing in my head canons this is so exciting for me .

so with the chain at first he did not trust any of them except for time and wind. One of the things that he does is try to put up the façade of the perfect captain letting no weakness show. he didn’t sleep for about three days when he first met the chain, not wanting to leave himself vulnerable.

With the food thing he has an eating disorder, but that protectiveness never went away. I think legend and Hyrule specifically, to some extent share that same protectiveness which comes across as stingy in a way. For example, one time warriors put his plate down halfway through eating to go to something. Wild, just trying to be nice, picked up his plate to move it closer to the fire so that his food wouldn’t get cold. He just has enough time to pick up the plate and turn around, before he feels a viselike grip on his upper arm and sees fierce blue eyes of the captain staring angrily down at him. Neither of them say a word. Neither of them know what to say. Warriors just takes his food back and walks to the other side of the camp.

Impa managed to teach him. rewarding his obedience and being able to punish him more severely for his disobedience. Teaching him the value of getting people to like him for more than what he could offer them. He is very controversial in basic training. Impa was putting him through training they wouldn’t even put Hylian adults through. but that was what worked. She managed to reign him in. but the war did a lot of that work to. Cia rapid him and tortured him and that made him believe being that perfect captain that everyone wanted him to be was how he would survive. It was a face he put on every morning. Make up to cover a bruises and dramatic eyeliner to distract from how sunken his cheeks seemed. as he stopped eating because of being poisoned so many times by traders. he didn’t want the rest of the chain to know any of that. To see any of that stuff. For at least two months he was the perfect captain before that façade finally cracked.

This post is already really long so I’m going to end it there feel free to ask me more questions I have so many thoughts that Link And Zelda sort of live in my head rent free. so thank you so much for letting me rant about it. 🫶🏻💖

[gryphonlover]

Which Link is most likely to go to band camp?

So first of all this is a delightful question. Second of all I am about to put way too much thought into this because I was a music kid myself.

Putting up a read more because this is... long. 😅

Wind -- Honestly, I feel like he wouldn't be in band in the first place. So no band camp for him. However, I do think he'd be in orchestra or choir, probably spending most of his time conducting because, you know, he's the Wind Waker guy and can't play any instruments. The closet he'd get to that is music theory.

Spirit -- Don't question why he's here, I love him too much to leave him on the sidelines. He's got the spirit flute, which is a woodwind because it's a pan flute. Which is, unfortunately, not really useful in a band. It's too quiet and no one plays the pan flute these days. I think he likes playing since he tried it, but the spirit flute is a tool, and he's not really interested in seriously studying music. He keeps it to himself and doesn't play for anyone else because he's shy about it.

Warriors -- There is technically an ocarina in his game, but I kind of doubt he can play more than a single scale on it. He really doesn't seem like the type to pick up an instrument on purpose. He knows how to not break things, but that's it. He's the token non-musician friend in the group.

Twilight -- The only instruments in his game are the "horse calls" which I'm assuming are just carved versions of horse grass. Anyway, he obviously can play that thing, and since he's a farm kid it's likely that singing solo and in a choir is the most common form of music in the area. And even though some instruments would be accessible in his area, I don't think he'd be the kind of guy to be in a band. Plus, he's a wolf half the time so I think he'd be better suited to choir.

Time -- So first of all, there is no way this man can read sheet music. You cannot convince me otherwise. He plays everything by ear and no one knows if it's because he has perfect pitch or because he's just been playing for so long. Obviously, he plays the ocarina but I think he probably picked up the woodblock and xylophone as a kid. He's most proficient in woodwinds and percussion, but has tried literally every instrument he has seen and is enamored with Legend's collection. He plays as a hobby, but in a modern AU I can see him being a camp counselor who's not technically supposed to be teaching the kids but will behind the instructor's backs just because he can and the kids love playing the music from Star Wars and Mission Impossible.

Wild -- He is 100% in love with maracas. It's a problem. He takes them everywhere and is ready to play at a moment's notice. Every time someone asks if he can play music he says yes and shows off his maracas. He enables Sky and the two of them are the problem kids.

Legend -- You name it, he probably has it in his basement. He's that kid who either is a music prodigy or has musician parents. Everyone knows he has perfect pitch despite his best efforts to keep it a secret. I doubt he'd willingly go to band camp, but ends up going anyway because Ravio needs the emotional support and it's not like it's hard for him since he's been playing for a long time. He's been in bands, orchestras, trios, duets, and solos so this'll be a piece of cake.

Sky -- He has devoted himself to the harp after Sun got him hooked. People have tried to get him to play "something more reasonable" more than once but he continues to insist on lugging his harp around. He is absolutely incorrigible and no band director wants him because harps don't belong in bands. He prefers playing solo or as accompaniment anyway.

Four -- He can obviously play the instruments in his games, duh, but I'm ignoring that because he is literally a quartet-in-a-trenchcoat. Vio would be the type to play the viola and shoots death glares at anyone who dislikes the viola. Green would be the cellist and is silently suffering as a result but loves his instrument anyway. Red and Blue are both violinists, but Blue would also be a good option for the double bass if he was taller. Red likes to play anything, but prefers to carry the violin harmony and has a strong vibrato. Blue plays lots of very complicated parts with quick tempos and grace notes. None of them like playing solo, but they can't keep the beat with anyone else so they'd be awful in band or orchestra and know it.

Hyrule -- He can play the flute (poorly) and takes lessons with Dawn and Aurora who double as his accompaniment and tutors. He's not proficient enough to go to band camp, but he tries his hardest to play with anyone who wants to play with him. He usually plays with Sky or Wild. No one has the heart to tell him he's bad at sight reading because he tries his hardest.

[weenwrites]

Hi! I just came across your fics and I'm interested in requesting one :)

Can I request a knight cybertronian!reader x TFP smokescreen who went to the same training with the elite guard (platonic)? the reader is a bit sassy but also cheerful, like imagine after the cybertron war they finally met eachother again on earth and Smokescreen were surprised that the reader were alive this whole time.

sorry if this is a bit confusing, it's my first time requesting something :))

✎A/N: I didn't think it was confusing in the slightest, it seemed pretty clear to me! 

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

At this point in the war, the Elite Guard's once rigorous and nigh-torturous curriculum had been picked apart and stuck back together to teach recruits the bare basics of how to run around and fire a gun. That is to say that all the soldiers produced from said training were barely near the skill and prowess of a true Elite Guard due to the rushed training, and the decorum of a proper Elite Guard Ceremony had been thrown to the wind. While that is far from ideal, the autobots had grown desperate as more and more experienced soldiers joined the scrap heap.

All of the recruits in the platoon had some vague impression of the others, but most of—if not all of them—had been lured in by autobot propoganda to see the war and fighting for it as something glorious, with Optimus Prime as the face of the cause. Or perhaps they were required by law to draft. But that aside, Smokescreen wasn't the only bot there who had dreams of becoming a legend through throwing punches, shooting guns, and showing the cons who's boss.

It was practically impossible for you two not to know one another as you had to train together, spar together, and share barracks until the end of your training, so you were definitely friends. After training, while Smokescreen was assigned to security duty at the Iacon Hall of Records, you were "lucky enough" to be deployed on field.

He was beyond jealous, and if the two of you had kept any correspondence after your academy days, you could tell that he was pretty upset about it through the way he wrote "Congrats! Good on you for getting deployed!" Even though he wasn't saying that directly to your face, you could practically hear the way his teeth would grind against one another as he'd try to give a "sincere" smile (and you'd be a little worried his face would crumple up into a metal ball because of how hard he'd be clenching his jaw).

But anyway, for some time, the two of you may or may not have kept correspondence, but regardless it would start to dwindle as the planet became more and more uninhabitable by the day. At some point, neither of you had heard anything of or from each other, and never again would you hear from one another as Smokescreen would be captured by Decepticons and escape in a long-distance escape pod, and as you would continue the war effort and join team prime on Earth.

Your first-hand experience of the war jaded you, yet no matter what horrors you witnessed, you could still find it in yourself to smile and joke around, though you were now more experienced, and knew that the war wasn't as the propaganda made it out to be. Of course during your time on earth, Smokescreen hits the ground and the team investigates with you among them.

And once he revealed himself amidst the battle, you were able to recognize his brash, reckless style, and he'd recognize your sassy quips and voice anywhere. Given your previous history, you were able to corroborate his claims about his elite guard training, and where he was deployed afterward, but even then Optimus hadn't truly trusted him until he mentioned Halogen and Alpha Trion.

When he gets back to base and starts raving on about getting in on the action and beating up cons, a part of you feels some nostalgia for your academy days as you trained together, while the other feels some sort of disgust at how the war was "advertised" to the recruits. Speaking of the base, you get to take the honor of showing him around, and while you do, the two of you catch up.

Smokescreen's still as enthusiastic and eager as you remember, he truly hasn't changed a bit. But he notices the way you seem a little more... Reserved. You're still the you he remembers of course—one of the first things he's heard from you was your teasing about how he's a "quick thinker"—but even then, you're quieter and more exhausted than you used to be. For a moment he's a little worried the two of you wouldn't be able to connect with how much has changed, but soon these worries subside as the two of you start to chat again.

In no time, you're able to sympathize with the team's annoyance with Smokescreen's recklessness, but you can also understand where he's coming from and why he thinks this way. Rather than reprimanding him—well, you still do that too—you try to offer helpful advice and nudge him in a direction that'll better benefit the team, and he listens. Seeing as the two of you are friends, he tries to take your advice to heart, and you're one of the only people he'd really listen to (aside from Optimus) without needing to have someone yell it at him.

[arecaceae175]

Authenticity Ch. 17: Verbal Shutdown

Wind has a verbal shutdown episode. Wild helps.

@wildsage00 this is for you <3

Twilight pushed open the door of the inn and held it open as Wild walked in. As soon as the door closed behind him, Wild let out a sigh of relief and let his hands fall from where they were covering his ears. Time’s Castle Town was nice, but it was loud.  

Thankfully, Wild was having a good day, and the noise hadn’t bothered him too much. Plus, he and Twilight had spent the day swindling rich merchants. Wild wasn’t very good at it, but Twilight was excellent. They ended the day much richer in rupees and wares than they began. 

“You need to teach me your ways,” Wild said. Twilight chuckled and nodded with a smile.

“Sure thing. The more stealing from the rich, the better,” Twilight said. Wild nodded enthusiastically. 

“Plus, if we-” Twilight’s voice trailed off and he stared over Wild’s shoulder.

“Wars? What’s wrong?” Twilight said. Wild turned around. Warriors and Legend were approaching from the direction of the rooms. Judging by Twilight’s words, Wild figured there was something off about Warriors’ body language.

“Wind got into some trouble,” Warriors said. Wild and Twilight both stiffened, and Wild’s hand drifted absentmindedly to his slate.

“What happened? Is he okay?” Twilight asked. 

“He’s fine, just upset,” Warriors said. 

“Some asshole screamed at Wind for knocking over his basket,” Legend said. 

Twilight’s frown was visible on his face. Wild felt anger bubble in his chest, clear enough to identify it straight away.

“We were in the market crowd and the Sailor was pushed into the basket. It spilled, and the man lost it on Wind. Yelled at him and tried to force him to pick everything up,” Warriors explained. His arms were crossed and his knuckles were white from how tight he was clenching his fists. 

“Where is he?” Twilight asked, one hand tightening around the hilt of his sword.

“Time and Sky are dealing with the guy,” Legend said. 

Wild felt a grim satisfaction. Nothing could stop Time and Sky from protecting the people they loved, and an angry Sky was something Wild never wanted to see directed at him. It was terrifying. 

“Wind’s upstairs. He won’t talk to us. Hasn’t said a word since we got back,” Legend said.

“He was already overwhelmed by the market,” Warriors added in a soft voice. 

Wild felt his chest tighten; it almost felt like he was the one in Wind’s position. Being yelled at in addition to being overwhelmed was something Wild knew he wouldn’t be able to handle well, so he understood what Wind was feeling. Wild considered what would make him feel better in Wind’s position: a soft friend, something to do with his hands, and company that didn’t force him to talk. 

“Can I go see him?” Wild asked.” I know what that feels like. Maybe I can help.”

Warriors nodded, and a small smile appeared on his face. “He’s in the third room,” Warriors said, pointing down the left hallway. 

Wild nodded and sped off toward Wind’s room. He knocked twice on the door just loud enough to be heard, knocked again the other hand to even out the sensations, then waited. One, two, thee, four, just like Paya taught him, then slowly pushed open the door. Wind was curled up on the bed with his back to the door, but he had his head peeked up over the mound of blankets to look at the door. Wild waved. Wind dropped his head back onto the bed.

Wild pushed the door shut behind him carefully so it wouldn’t make a noise. He went over to Wind’s bed and sat far enough away that Wind wouldn't feel crowded. Wind’s eyes followed his movements as Wild pulled his bag into his lap so he gave Wind another little wave. Wind shifted, then his hand popped out of the blankets to wave back.

Wild smiled as he turned his attention to his bag. He pulled out Brenda the Second first. She was the most important piece of the Make Wind Feel Better Plan. He held the horse out to Wind. Wind hesitated, and his face did its squiggly frown. Wild kept holding Brenda the Second out until Wind gently took her. He glanced between Wild and the toy, then carefully pulled her under the blankets into a comfortable snuggle. 

Wild’s smile widened. Next, he got out his embroidery pack. He picked a blank piece of fabric and Wind’s favorite shade of blue and put those on the bed between them. Wild also pulled out his current embroidery project and leaned back against the headboard to get started. 

Wild was barely three stitches in when he felt a poke on his thigh. Wild looked down. Wind fingerspelled H-U-G, then raised his eyebrows in question. Wild took a second to consider how he felt, and decided he could handle prolonged contact if it made Wind feel better. Wind nodded and raised his arm in invitation. 

Wind barreled into his side. Wild let out an oof and a chuckle as he put his arm around Wind’s shoulders. Wind wrapped his arms around Wild and squeezed tightly as Wild stroked his hair gently. After a moment, Wind uncurled his arms. He positioned Brenda the Second so she was snuggled in between them and grabbed the embroidery project. 

Wild shifted slightly to get more comfortable; he planned to sit here as long as Wind wanted him to. As the night passed, Wind’s muscles gradually relaxed. Wild felt himself relax, too, as he decompressed from the day in public. Before too long, Wind’s hands went limp as he drifted off to sleep. Wild smiled in content and snuck a picture with his slate. 

Wild glanced at the image and felt his smile widen. The image showed Wind curled up against his side underneath a mound of blankets. His head was on Wild’s chest and Brenda the Second was wrapped underneath one arm. Wind’s face was smooth in his sleep. 

Wild would never say it out loud, but Wind looked adorable. He saved the image and went back to his embroidery with a warm, happy feeling throughout his body.

[freezingwhitefire]

Thought about it more and here is what I came up with.

The Links have to rescue Zelda, their Hero counterpart got poisoned and is either dead or left in a healing state where he simply cannot help them. The Goddesses sent them to help out. They each arrive in different areas and are able to learn different things.

Twilight lands near the Gorons who teach him about their tech, stuff not based on magic, and he also picks up some Sheikah tracking because there is a Sheikah cluster nearby.

Wind lands near the Zora and learns the water based tech, he also picks up some Rito tech because the two groups basically live on top of each other, the Ocean Rito home is built above the Sea Zora Domain.

Wild lands in the River Zora Domain and is immediately taught everything they know about tech before being sent to the Sheikah cluster nearby because they Do Not want to have a Hero of Legend there. That's why the Sheikah got splintered from a City to clusters.

Sky lands with the Mountain Rito who teach him gliding tech and other air based tech and magics. He literally drops into the Sheikah Cluster and is promptly taken in by them and then taken to where the Hero of the Era is being kept (to recover or to honor him).

Warriors and Legend land in the old Sheikah City and get arrested by the Hylian forces who release them once they realize that the two of them are honestly just lost. They vanish a day after they get released and are reunited with Sky who laughs at them until they show that they have gotten better control of their fire and ice magics.

Hyrule lands in a Great Fairy fountain and is taught what the Fairies have learned about technology and then helped to master more magics especially healing and defensive magics.

Four ends up in a Minish Village and is told about what happened, they were very upset about how the Hero was treated. Once he leaves he ends up in the Kokiri Village and finds out that they are the only Forest Kindred that are still on the surface, the Deku made their entire city a subterranean one and the other Forest Children have vanished from others view.

Time ends up in the Gerudo area and earns their respect through fighting at a disadvantage. He has no tech and he wins. They teach him their tech and the tech of every other race they have gotten any from. (They were the ones who destroyed the Sheikah City.) He ends up where the Hero of the Era is after Sky and the other two leave to try and find everyone, and then collapses because Visions.

LU but Cyberpunk style. Just a Hyrule where they are all separated and have to learn the tech and how to use it. Then they have to reunite and save everyone in that Hyrule to be able to leave and go back to their usual eras.

[galaxychaos78]

Gamer!boyfriend Trio Headcanons!

lowkey feel like Naruto's a strict console only player. He tried to play on PC, but found it too complicated to use. shit me too Naruto.

absolute GARBAGE at Mario Kart like oh my god he cannot handle anything higher than 50cc

huge Pokemon fan and is a Pikachu fanboy

has broken a few controllers, not out of rage, but because he keeps smashing the buttons thinking it'll make him better at the game

really into fighting games, but also winds down with Pokemon or Sonic games

is a pretty respectable loser and always compliments his opponent on their skills. has made a few friends just from being nice. however if he runs into a shit talker, they're about to get their shit rocked.

likes to make you involved in the games he plays no matter how little.

has you customize and name his characters and picks the stats. He also lets you pick the choices in story based games

he loves playing games while laying back against your lap & having you play with his hair

feel like kiba's also a console only player. he's one of those people who just has an entire bookshelf with xbox and switch games

he really enjoys rouge-like games and pixel indie games (Hades, Hollow Knight)

100% a COD/Apex Legends player

has the biggest fucking ego when he wins, but is a shit talker as SOON as he loses

one of those gamers who camps out stores to get his hands on a new game

has the WORST LUCK on Mario Party. Like literally ends up last no matter what, yet still keeps playing

teaches you how to play Apex and Overwatch and by teach I mean this man literally TRAINS YOU to be good

does not hold back in 1v1's cause "If I hold back you won't get good."

but he's always giving you tips whenever you lose a game and encouragement when you win

cries when you get your first Play of The Game

soon y'all are a feared Overwatch pocket duo. Genji/Mercy, Reinhardt/Ana, Lucio/DVA.

has you sit in his lap while he plays and gives you forehead kisses before every round starts

this man just has a Switch and a PC & has fully fleshed out Minecraft servers on both

to no one's surprise, he's really into Minecraft and Stardew Valley. he likes being able to do things at his own pace.

but also enjoys RPG's like Octopath Traveler and Final Fantasy

the worst person to play Mario Kart with because he knows all of the fucking shortcuts

AN ABSOLUTE DEMON IN SMASH BROS. mains Mii Brawler, Ridley, and Bowser JR

makes the most intricate yet aesthetically pleasing Animal Crossing island

the two of you have shared Minecraft servers and Stardew Valley farms

is the luckiest Mario Party player ever. LITERALLY will have no coins and lose EVERY MINIGAME and still win somehow

really into games like Fallout and Skyrim, but does not care about his reputation. Like he's the type to always pick the fight option no matter what.

takes notes on what games you seem interested in and buys them for you.

will find a way to marry you in any co-op game that allows it and will get mad if you romance any character that isn't him. "I'm the only person you should be romancing."

"Shika, those are pixels."

"A set of pixels that wanna steal my girlfriend."

[cloudninetonine]

SOMEONE ASKED FOR WHAT LANGUAGES I THINK THE BOYS WOULD SPEAK OTHER THAN HYLIAN BUT I FUCKED UP SO I'M DOING IT IN TEXT FORM BECAUSE I DELETED THE ASK. THIS IS GONNA BE A MIX OF READING, SPEAKING AND SIMPLY UNDERSTANDING OTHER LANGUAGES BECAUSE WHY NOT

Time

Fae talk - He grew up around literal fairies of course he's gonna be able to speak with them (I also like to headcanon while everyone can understand fairies and talk with them, the fae have their own kind of language (Which I think every species or cultures does) and only certain people can speak fae language)

Ancient Hylian - I like to think The Great Deku tree and Kokiri spoke Ancient Hylian normally so of course he does (Yes, I think Hylians used to speak a different way, no I won't elaborate it)

Twilight

Ordon - I like to think his province has its own language, so of course he’s gonna be able to speak it. It doesn’t have a wide vocabulary but it’s till his native tongue

Language of the Twilight Realm (Yes I think they also have their own language) - Not a lot, just a little, Midna would mutter stuff in her native tongue and the further they were into their journey the more she would share some of her language with him. He can understand it when he was in his beast form because of the magic tho.

Warriors

Fae Talk - I heard somewhere it was actually canon that he could?? Or at least understand it. I’m not sure how right this, but I also like the of him being able to speak with Fae in their native tongue

Sheikah - Impa used to write battle plan notes in Sheikah unconsciously so he began to learn in hopes he wouldn’t have to keep asking her for translations. It lead to the general to straight up teaching him the language because it was easier (Plus they would chat shit about foreign diplomats who were arseholes to them or super snooty)

He also knows broken phrases from different kingdoms in Hyrule (Zora, Goron, Gerudo, Rito) because Zelda would take him to foreign meetings as a representative and he wanted to be respectful and learn their greetings, pleasantries, etc, etc.

Four

Minish - Do I even need to explain???

Ancient Hylian - Some Minish knew Hylian, but only the older version of it and it prompted him to learn, even if he knew Minish already because they would get super excited when he responded to them as such

Ancient Minish - When he eventually met Elzo again (because he did, you can pry that headcanon out of my cold dead hands) Elzo began to school him about the Minish, I like to think that he introduced him to the language for the sole purpose of just telling him it existed but Four wanted to go the extra mile and learn it to impress his (2nd dad) friend

Wind

Rito Language - After helping them with Valoo, Wind became really close with the Rito in general and he was introduced to their culture and ended up picking up their language along with it. He’s not fluent but he’s better than a lot of people.

Ancient Hylain - While King of Red Lions did most of the translations for him, Red ended up teaching him some in situations where he wouldn’t be able to help, so Wind knows Ancient Hylian as well

Wild

Zora Language - Mipha taught him of course (Rest in Peace you beautiful fish woman) and he’s somehow retained the speech. Just naturally spoke the language while speaking with Dorephan, which had the King very pleased!

Fae talk - He learned it from the Great Fairies!

Ancient Hylian - The Koroks taught him! When he was younger he used to talk to them all the time so they just ended up teaching him! It also was very useful when he was exploring!

Sheikah - Impa taught him! The Sheikah slate, while of course having Hylian, also has Sheikah script so he learned how to read it because why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Legend (This guy probably knows fucking every langauge ever 💀)

Ancient Hylian - He’s travelled so much, he learned it to open secret passageways, tombs, read scripter on walls, in texts, the guy is fluent

Lorulean (Yes I think it has it’s own language) - Picked it up while he was travelling, Ravio helped him out a lot too (For a price of course - Legend taught him Hylain in return)

Labrynnaian - Once again, picked it up while travelling

Holodrum and Subrosia languages - Picked it up!

Okay so I could keep going with him so I’m gonna stop here 💀

Hyrule

Fae talk - Was also raised by fairies so of course he knows it

Calatian - In the comic (Non-canon), it says that he’s from a country from Calatian, so, you know

Ancient Hylian - The Triforce allows him to understand, read and speak it so he just knows it

I actually think the triforce allows him to talk, read or understand any language but these are the ones he keeps close to him

Sky

Ancient Hylian - He learned some in school, but learned more while he was on his journey

Goron Language - Gorko didn’t know full translations for Ancient Hylian so Sky taught him some and in return, Gorko taught him Goron Language

Honestly, I see that Sky ended up learning a lot of different languages (Similar to Warriors) because he wanted to learn how to communicate with the other species of Hyrule seeing as they would be living with each other forevermore, so he knows quite a lot but he’s not fluent and it tends to come out a bit broken, or he mixes up words, but he’s most certainly trying

[luimagines]

Date Night with the Chain part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 will include Twilight, Wind and Legend!

Content under the cut!

Twilight

Walking with Twilight was always a delight.

Your fingers were laced together with his and he took to swinging them back and forth during the time you two walked together.

There was a pleasant smile on your face and you’re content to simply live in the moment. Twilight feeling very much the same even when there are no words exchanged between you two.

You turned to Twilight and tugged him a little closer, whispering into his ear. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“We’ll have to stop for lunch soon enough, right?” You tilt your head and smile as sweetly as you can manage. “Let’s go somewhere while everyone sets up shop.”

“Like where?”

“I dunno. Anywhere. You in?” 

Twilight snickers a little to himself and glances around the group as you continue to walk. “Just the two of us?”

“That’s the plan.” 

“Sure. Why not?“ 

You beam and grin at him. “Awesome!”

“What are you two scheming?” Warrior raises an eyebrow with a smirk ever present on his face. “Whenever you two lovebirds try something, it usually means a mess for the rest of us.”

“Name one time that has ever happened.” You shoot back with a finger pointed up in emphasis. “We don’t scheme, sir.”

“You absolutely scheme.” Wild joins in with a roll of his eyes. “Twilight not so much because he’s a stick in the mud but you’re a bad influence.”

“Says Wild.” You stick your tongue out in retaliation. “How dare you. I am the pinnacle of grace and dignity and maturity and- what are you doing?”

Wild smirks with his hands on his sheikah slate. “Catching Twilight’s stupid puppy love face.”

You blink and snap your head to look at your boyfriend. 

Sure enough, he’s looking at you with hearts in his eyes and the most love sick smile any man could muster smack dab in the middle of his face.

The soft look never fails to make you blush and you turn back to Wild .”I want a copy.”

He snorts loudly but nods. “I can do that.”

“On the off hand, they are good for each other.” Warrior jumps back in. “Not so much for us because we have to put up with it but it’s nice that one of us can have a love life at least.”

“Don’t worry pretty boy, I’m sure you’ll find someone.” Legend shouts from behind you all.

“Why you-” Warrior turns to Legend and the two begin to bicker.

Business as usual.

“Any idea of what to make for lunch Wild?” You grin and swing your arm higher to wrap Twilight’s in a hug.

“Not yet. Got any suggestions?”

“Something hearty.” Twilight says. “I’ve got a hankering’ for stew but I’m good for whatever.”

“Noted.” Wild winks and walks away, leaving you and your boyfriend alone once again.

“Ditch them now?” You blurt.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Twilight whispers, keeping his giggles low incase Legend or Warrior are still nearby and he drags you off of the trail.

You’re right behind him, letting him take you wherever his feet desire until you’re successfully out of earshot of the group. “If we get caught-”

“It was your idea.”

“I’m well aware twinkle toes, relax. I was just going to say that I don’t think we can get away with this for long.” You smirk and jump onto Twilight’s back. “so let’s make the most of this, yeah?”

Twilight wraps his arms around your legs effortlessly to hold you in place and rolls his eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Nothing.” You snort, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You love me too much.”

“I do.” Twilight snorts and throws you a little over his shoulder. While you squawk at the sudden movement, he uses it to his advantage to give you a kiss as well, aiming for you lips more than your cheek.

He doesn’t quite reach but you feel the sentiment there.

“Careful country boy!” You smack him on the shoulder. “What are you trying to do? Flip me over? I’m not some hay bale that you can just shuck around whenever you want.”

“Of course not.” Twilight snickers. “I love you too much.”

“Shush you, I’m trying to be mad at you.”

“But I am I wrong?”

“...”

“...”

“...No.”

“Well then there you have it. Kiss me again?”

You grin and do just that.

Wind

“Wind! Look at me!” You cheer and wave your arms, trying to not take your eyes off of your board so much. You do manage to glance over in time to see Wind cheer and shout with his hands also in the air as you surf the biggest wave yet.

You hadn’t need to call for his attention because he’s been watching you the entire time but he admires you’re spark.

The group had stopped at the beach for the day for an obligatory beach episode and you and Wind took to the free time like fish to water.

Wild was currently trying to teach you to surf on the flattest shields that they had and you were doing quite well if you were saying so yourself.

You rode it all the way back to the shoreline, feeling a little more confident in your balance when it shrunk. You tried to angle it so you would come to stop in front of Wind and you hopped off of with a giant smile on your face. “How’d I do?”

“You did great!” Wind’s grin matches your own. “You’re a natural.”

“You think so?” You bring your hand up to wipe your hair out of your face. “What are you doing over here?”

“Building a sand castle.” Wind gestures to the steadily growing mound of sand that he was working on while you took to the water.

“Can I help?”

“Absolutely!”

“Hey!” Wild calls your name. “You ready to go again?”

“Maybe later Wild!” You turn on your heel to call back. “I’m gonna be with Wind now!”

“Ok!”

“Where do we start?” You drop your shield, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head telling you that you’re going to have to clean all the sand out of it later- or maybe that’s just Four who’s yelling but ehhh~

Wind grins even wider (if it was even possible) and picks up the bucket that was by his feet. “We need to get more water and then we start putting the sand on top of each other. When it’s big enough, we can shape it. Carefully though. It’s easier when it’s wet.”

You nod and take the bucket from him. “We’re going to need a lot of water then.”

“Yup!”

“I’m on it!” You dash away and run back to the ocean filling the bucket up to it’s highest point (until you can’t carry it anymore) and meander your way back over.

Wind takes the bucket from you and dumps it onto the sand by your feet and begin scooping up all that was affected by it. With both hands cupped together, you join him and you both set on making it the largest hill on the entire beach.

You both take turn on running to the ocean with the bucket and who scoops up the sand to make a chain reaction of never ending sand pile up. You can feel the stares from the others every once and a while but helping Wind and seeing him smile and knowing that it’s just the two of you working on this is enough to make the attention worth while.

Because you like him.

And he likes you.

And that’s enough.

“Do you think it’s big enough?” Wind asks you after wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist.

It’s almost as big you two are both in height and half of it in width.

“Can we go any bigger?” You ask with a tilt to your head. “Realistically, I mean. Would we be able to carve out a castle from this thing if it was any bigger. Because if we can then I say go for it but if not-”

“It probably wouldn’t be able to support itself if we tried it that way.” 

“Then should we start sculpting?”

“I haven’t really been thinking of a design but maybe we can find one along the way?” Wind tilts his head and glances at you over his shoulder. “What do you think?”

“Let’s do it!”

“Alright!” Wind pumps a fist and points to the other side. “You take one side and I’ll take other, then we meet in the middle? That way we both design it!”

“Alright.” You cheekily blow him a kiss as you pass and dash to the other side before you can learn his reaction, getting quickly to work on the sand hill you’ve made before you.

It’s beginning to go a little dry and if Wind is right then it needs to be wet in order to stick.

You move away to go get the bucket and notice Wild holding his sheikah slate out, aiming where you just were.

Oh no, did he catch that?

You better believe it.

And Wind’s blushing face too!

It’s a cute photo.

Legend

Somehow, by the grace of whatever higher powers exist, you and Legend are paired to shop for supplies while you’re close to town as it is.

You’re overjoyed!

Walking next to Legend is a common occurrence but there’s a lot of factors that make it more like there’s isn’t anything between you two.

For starters- Legend doesn’t want to be teased by the others and you understand that- but you would like to be able to hold his hand more often.

Another thing is that someone else is always talking to you, taking your attention and occupying the space.

But now?

It’s just the two of you.

No group.

No teasing.

Just you and Legend- with errands to run.

You bite your lip a little and hesitantly reach for Legend’s hand as you walk. 

Out of habit, Legend jerks his hand away and you back track like he’s burned you. 

“Sorry.” You blurt and hide your hands behind your back. “We don’t have to hold hands, sorry.”

He blinks and looks down at his hands. There’s a momentary battle within himself, you can see it. The want to be sarcastic and the want to give in to you. He looks down at his hand- the other holding the shopping list and eventually holds it out to you- not meeting your eyes and supporting the slightest blush on his face. “Here. The others aren’t around. I don’t mind.”

You beam and don’t hesitate to hold his hand, lacing your fingers together as fast as you possibly can and pulling yourself closer to him. You lean up against him and try to look at the list.

You don’t understand a single thing.

“I have no idea what that says.”

Legend snorts and holds it in half with his fingers. “With the difference in our written characters? I believe you.”

“What do we get first?” You tilt your head and smile softly. “Do you have any plan of action?” 

“Umm...” Legend glances down at the list for a moment before squeezing your hand tightly. “Do you want....to split up?”

Your smile falls a bit but you try to figure out his thought process. “Wha- why?”

“...It’ll go faster.”

“But we have the time Link. It’s ok. We don’t get to spend a lot of time together- so I wanted-”

“What if-” You see him gulp and put on a tense smile. “-we split up the list, half and half and we meet up right back here when we’re done? That way we can spend the rest of the time doing nothing and just walk around together, yeah?”

You hum and look into his eyes for a minute. You want to see if he’ll crack and show you why he’s doing this or if he’s going to show you what he’s hiding.

He meets you head on, blushing, but he doesn’t give in.

“Ok.” You sigh and let him win this one. “Well since we’ve established that I can’t read the list, what should I go and get? You’ll have to tell me what it is.”

Legend grins a little more genuinely and pulls your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Well since you’ve asked so nicely darling, would you be a dear and get some food from the market and maybe some more bandages? And some more sewing supplies for me, please? I can handle the potions and arrows since I can negotiate around a pack mole if I needed to.”

“I’m not entirely sure what that means, but sure.” You snort and lean in to kiss his cheek.

The action stuns him for a moment and you smile as you let him go. “I’ll go get the supplies. Meet up in two hours?”

“Ye-yeah.” He giggles and abruptly clears his throat, throwing his voice deeper than it would be normally as he tries to continue. “Yeah, two hours. Don’t be surprised if I’m late though. Some merchants are stubborn as hell.”

“Will do babe!” You wink.” See you later.”

He returns the call and watches you leave. 

You’re not entirely sure where everything is in the town but you can find the market quick enough and buy the food your group needs first. You don’t worry too much about freshness since it’ll be stored more often then not in Wild’s sheikah slate and try to get as much as you could possible carry.

Ten people eat a lot of food very quickly.

Next on the docket is the medical supplies so that you’re not so reliant on potions and fairies.

That one took a solid hour to not only track down but find an angle for them to sell it to you. It was one of those towns that only had enough for themselves and had no reason (luckily for them) that there wasn’t a need to both sell to travelers and to sell beyond their village.

But you still needed them.

You understand Legend’s warning about them being stubborn.

With your wallet feeling significantly lighter, you head back into the heart of the town and try to find a seamstress for your boyfriend’s personal supplies.

Some one must have been looking out for you and you find it relatively easy enough. Your hands are hurting from lugging everything around and you think you’ve successfully cut circulation to at least three of your fingers, but you consider it a job well done.

The woman in charge of the establishment tells you where she gets her products and takes mercy on you. With the new destination in sight with some kind words and a cold drink, you make your way over there and successfully buy enough thread (in as many colors as you could afford) and patches of scrap fabric to cover where the group may need it.

On a whim you buy him a new set of needles and a cute tomato pin cushion.

While you’re perusing through the shelves for no reason other than to see what they have, you come across a small stuffed red felt frog with a little fabric yellow rose stitched into the paw.

It’s cute and fits perfectly in your palm and you instantly want to give to your boyfriend.

But you’ve pretty much spent your entire wallet’s worth on supplies that you actually need and you doubt that you would be able to afford it no matter how small it may be.

“See something ma’am?” The shop keeper comes to stand beside you, nearly avoiding your bags where you’ve set them down to pick sir froggy up. “Oh! That’s one of our longest standing plushes. All the others get sold almost the same day but he’s been here since the beginning.”

Your heart breaks a little. “What? Why? He’s so cute!”

“You may be the only one in town that thinks so ma’am.” She sighs sadly. “I suppose I cannot expect others to share my passions.”

“How much is it?” You clutch it to your chest. You know better than to get your hopes up. You know you’re pretty broke right now but he needs a home!

“Five rupees.”

You rush to your wallet and pull it out, counting your remaining rupees.

You’re off by one.

Your heart plummets and you sigh, trying not to cry because it’s a little silly to cry about it. Dejected, you put the frog back on the shelf and pick up the bag by your feet. They’re a little heavier than you remember but that was because you’ve allowed your arms to rest and they’re not happy to be put to work again.

“You know what?” The woman takes the frog and drops it into one of your bags. “On the house. You’ve already bought so much and it would be criminal of me to deny you.”

“Really?” You blink and can feel yourself perk up a bit. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” She laughs.

“Link’s gonna love this. Thank you so much ma’am!” You cheer and run out of the shop to where you’ve agreed to meet up with your boyfriend.

Only to find him already there and pacing, looking at the ground and ignoring the bags he has on the side of the road. He looks nervous.

“Link!” You cry out and dash off to meet him. You drop the bags next to his and wrap your hands around his neck when you get close enough. “How was it?”

“Where have you been? I’ve been here for like an hour.” Legend grips you tightly and begins to look you over for injuries. “I was about to go looking for you. Are you ok?”

“It’s been that long already?” You gasp and look at the sky.

Sure enough the sun is beginning to set and there’s no time for you go walking with Legend like you’ve wanted.

“Oh.” You’re not as happy as you just were. “Oh... Link I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be. It’s fine. I’m just happy you’re alright, you were worrying me. Did you find everything alright?” Legend pulls away and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You smile sadly and gulp a little. “I got you something.”

“My supplies?” He tilts he head.

“No. I-” You snort and go back to your bags, pulling out the little frogs. “I got this for you!”

“Shut up.” He groans.

You blink and pull the little guy back. “Why? What’s wrong?”

He puts his hand over his face, not bothering to hide his blush all the way and pulls out a little blue stuffed frog with a red rose stitched to the paw. “So...This is for you... ”

“Oh my goodness.” You snort and slowly descend in a laughing fit. 

“It’s why I wanted to split up.” Legend whines. “I didn’t want you to see me buy it. It was supposed to be a surprise!” 

“I love it.” You grin and take it from him, trading it with the one you bought him. “Thank you. It’s so sweet.”

You give the little frog a kiss on the head and gently rub it against your cheek. “This is my favorite thing ever.”

Legend looks down on the one you gave him and doesn’t bother hiding the smile that splits his face. “We match I guess.”

“I love you you Link.”

“I love you too.” He says, soft and under his breath, taken by the sight of you grinning with the sunset behind you.

Now how are you two going to get everything back to camp before dark?

[disasterlegend]

Things that the chain would do in a modern au: cooking edition

in which half are literally just stupid things that I’ve done, and the other half are some of my proper headcanons for the boys ! :)

one of them, honestly any of them, would be in the kitchen cooking who knows what, and proceeds to get oil on their laptop (yes i use my laptop in the kitchen while baking i am a fiend who can’t do anything without some kind of music). so they just pick up the dish sponge that is soaking wet and soapy and uses it to clean off the surface of the laptop. Five seconds later either one of the others who just happens to be in the kitchen witnessing it or the person who did it is just standing there like “what the hell did I just do ???”/“why did I just do that ??” as they frantically wipe the water off of the laptop using their apron

apron is covered in pet hair (most likely twilight or wild)

Hyrule over-oils nearly everything. Like the baking tray that you spray to bake a cake or brownies in? emptied nearly half a can of oil. That sautéed mushroom dish that they’re trying to make? puts like 2 tablespoons more than necessary and the entire dish turns out really oily/greasy

Wind would turn on the stove and then go upstairs and forget that he turned it on

or alternatively he would turn on the stove to boil something and it would boil over right in front of him because he was watching funny videos instead of paying attention

I’d like to think that legend is slightly decent in the kitchen, I just think with like who he is as a person he has a lot of pride in what he’s making where like he’s practiced enough so it’ll come out decent

Sky only knows one recipe and it’s pumpkin soup. Absolutely nothing wrong with that because he never gets tired of it and neither do the rest of them

I feel like warriors can also cook but it’s also way harder for him and kind of like hyrule he’ll mess up measurements and overcook things 

Time can make oatmeal. That’s literally it. Like he’ll assist Malon in the kitchen during dinner because he’s a good husband but he does not do the main cooking. he will burn it 

four would be unbelievably precise with measurements 

wild would not measure like anything if he could help it

both would come out amazing though regardless 

hyrule can’t cook meals but holy shit he can bake. he’s harassed into making brownies and banana bread all the time by the others 

twi cannot bake but can cook and he 100% cooks odd but amazing vegetable dishes 

he works extra hard to mask certain vegetables in order to get the rest of them to eat healthy. ie: finely chops mushrooms so none of them know they’re there until after the meal when he reveals it all dramatic like a villain while the children (wind) scream 

time would try to teach them all how to barbecue because he’s the ultimate dad but in truth he learned from wars

wars laughs when he burns things and immediately takes over the grilling 

so it ends up being both wars and time who teach the others the art of grilling lets be real that grilling is hard so time gets a little bit of slack. doesn’t stop wind from laughing at him though 

wind isn’t allowed to cook/bake half the time but the boy is incredible with spices, like he can tell exactly what spice a recipe needs just in a taste test, and which vegetables pair well together depending on sauces. he’s like a master chef with zero technical skill 

that said wind is the biggest critic

wind: did you measure the vanilla extract correctly?  wild, who has never properly measured vanilla extract in his life: no <3  wind, a little gremlin: yeah i can tell

four and sky are the only ones who don’t tear up from cutting onions 

they all have stupid aprons (i personally have a cat patterned, hulk, and all might aprons and i absolutely think they would have those if not something similar)

twi would 100% wear a cat apron

sky would have a “kiss the cook” apron that he wears all the time because the group gifted it to him as a gag but he loves it 

wild would cook at literally any hour 

“it’s 11:30pm. put the cookie dough away and finish tomorrow” “if i don’t finish it now i’m never going to finish it” “please go to bed” “no” 

he only listens and goes to bed when malon asks him to

sky and hyrule help wild make cookies, he’ll make the dough and then they all take turns rolling it out and using cookie cutters to shape them

warriors likes to help ice them though 

wars: *holds up bunny cookie that he iced pink* look it’s you  legend: i will remove your knees 

wild also stress cooks/bakes. time will know somethings wrong when he comes home one day to see like three different pies in the refrigerator, four cakes varying in size and flavor, and about 15 dozen different cookies in various containers stacked around the kitchen, and wild is standing there icing another cake on a makeshift cake spinner that is constructed out of a large pot and a plastic plate 

the boys both love and hate his stress baking. 

pros: so many snacks. 

cons: too many snacks.

wind consumes too many cookies at once, regrets it for an hour, and then comes back to try each of the cakes

i mentioned it partially in my list but like here’s a chart too just for a better idea 

this was fun ! let me know what y’all think or if you want to hear more of my headcanons :3

[barbarianprncess]

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” and “Nobody’s seen you in days.” that would be inchresting 👀👀

for mari my beloved, 

(aka @chironshorseass ) 

as you know this sort of got away from me. one second i was writing a drabble of angst, the next I'm on the 16th page with no end in sight. so this maybe isn’t what you were expecting but have 5k of post-botl/pre-tlo pining idiot besties who are in love :). 

(also this hasn’t been beta’d and i'm welcome to volunteers i just finished and got so excited i had to post.)

(dear one anon who asked for 'forget it you're a fucking asshole' too, if you're reading this, don't worry yours is coming too i promise)

(final s/o to @posallys for letting me scream about them)

24 hours

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enjoy <3

                                                      ...

Percy is fucking exhasted.

He was supposed to be back at camp four days ago. The deal was he’d spend weekdays at camp to plan and train and weekends at home to relax. But, he kept putting it off, opting to keep the weight on his chest that’d been pushing him down since last summer bearable, and not crushing the way it always was at camp. So, when he gets through the barrier, aside from nodding hello to Beckendorph and Silena, he makes a beeline to his cabin. He manages to keep his eyes down until he’s standing at his porch steps- and that when he sees her.

Annabeth is pacing on his balcony. She’s wearing jean shorts and her camp shirt, but instead of her typical ponytail her hair is in two intricate braids that reach her breastbone. She’s muttering to herself and wringing her hands together and for a moment Percy forgets. He forgets the past year and all the arguing and the bitterness and he sees Annabeth is worried about something and he reaches out as if to hold her. To wrap his arms around her and tell her that everything is going to be alright.  

But then he remembers.

He retracts his hands.

He clears his throat and Annabeth startles. Her grey eyes are as intense as ever and he can almost see her defences come up. He hates that it's because of him. Annabeth is the first to break the silence.

“Hey.” Her voice is small but clear. Not yet vulnerable, but gives Percy the sense that it could be soon.

“What’re you doing here?” He isn’t sure he said it out loud until she ducks her head and flushes.

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” It’s not the accusation he expects. It's also not an answer to his question. Just an observation.

“I’m here now.” He says it like it’s an invitation. He then becomes incredibly aware that he's still looking up at her from the bottom of the steps, so he grabs his duffel, bounds up the stairs, and opens his cabin door. He hesitates and meets her eye with another silent question. She answers by stepping inside.

He drops his bag by his bed and turns on the light. The air is charged with unasked questions and unfinished conversations. He can’t stand it. He’s about to attempt small talk when she says something that nearly knocks down where he stands.

“I miss you.” She’s wringing her hands again and she won’t look him in the eye, but takes his silence as confusion.

“That’s what I came here to say, that I miss you.”

Percy isn’t sure what to say. Percy isn’t sure this conversation is really happening, she’s broken so many of the fragile rules they’d been following all year. He’s 98% sure this is a really vivid daydream to cope with…. well everything.

He decides that on the off chance this is real he should play it safe so, he states the obvious.

“I’m here. We’re here, together. We’re together and-” She cuts him off and begins to ramble.

“Strained and awkward and it's like there’s this chasm between us of all these things from last summer. From our kiss, to you dying, and then you not dying, and Rachel, and Luke, and Luke being Not-Luke, and it’s like we can’t have a conversation anymore and that sucks ‘cause..”

She pauses for the first time to look up at him and her eyes are shining.

“You’re kinda my best friend. And I miss you. Everything sucks and I'm tired of fighting. And I really miss you.”

Percy’s too shocked to say anything. It occurs to him that he should respond but he can’t find the words. All the unspoken rules they had in place and Annabeth had just steamrolled right through them. Percy realizes his mistake in staying silent as Annabeth flushes and turns to leave.

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” And oh no Annabeth had just swallowed her pride (which he knows better than anyone is no easy feat) to say everything he’d wanted to hear and he can’t let her walk away.

“I miss you too.” The words tumble out of him, clunky and a little awkward but earnest. Annabeth stops and faces him, eyes suspicious in the way that breaks his heart a little bit.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

Annabeth exhales and shoots him a tremulous smile he hasn’t seen in forever, and oh he’d forgotten what it did to his chest when she did. Before he does something stupid like tell her he thinks her smile is the best this he’s ever seen, he clears his throat.

“So…. this chasm you said, what do you propose we do about it?”

“24 hours. For 24 hours everything that I listed before is a non-issue. After that we can go back to…..whatever it is we’re doing now. One day, where we’re just two friends spending a day at camp together..”

“Best friends.” He corrects without thinking. She rolls her eyes, and he almost giggles because he’d missed her eyerolls too.

She holds out her hand to shake, all business-like and gods he missed her.

“Best friends. 24 hours.”

He takes her hand. Her shake is firm, her palms are warm, her eyes are bright, and she is beautiful.

“Where do we start?”

...

Apparently it starts with homework.

After he asked where they’d begin, Annabeth had flashed him a wicked grin, damn-near dragged him off the porch, and made a beeline to the Big House. Before last summer, Annabeth had been “tutoring” him. Once a week they’d head down to the Big House and spend hours combing through myths and legends, practicing Ancient Greek, and all things Demigod 101. It probably wasn’t ever that useful considering Percy barely remembered any of it, but Annabeth had always insisted. After last summer they’d non-verbally decided to take a break from it (eachother), and they’d never started back up.

Usually he’d halfheartedly complain that it was pointless and say some form of ‘I know enough to not die and that's good enough for me’ every five minutes, but today he nods dutifully along as Annabeth talks animatedly about Orpheus, and Theseus, and all the other -eus’s. He’ll ask a dumb question that they both know he knows the answer to, but she answers him anyway. He watches the wisps of hair that refused to be tied down, and counts the tiny sunspots across her nose and the way she wrinkles her eyebrow when she forgets a name.

It’s not terrible. It’s kinda the opposite. He’d forgotten that she made studying not terrible.

He’s so screwed.

...

The stables are almost empty when they get there.

After 2 hours of studying, (one hour of studying, one hour of laughing and talking and calling it studying) Annabeth declared it was his turn to pick the activity. Tired of sitting still Percy lands on tending to the pegasi. It was one of his favorite things about camp plus he got to teach Annabeth something for once. Annabeth was comfortable enough around them but she never spent anytime with them that she didn’t have to.

When they entered the barn, Blackjack gave him a look and he blushed remembering all the times he’d come to the stables with Beckendorph to vent about how much he missed Annabeth, (He didn’t even know horses could give looks but here we are) and silently told him it was a long story and to be cool. Annabeth had stopped next to one of the cleaning stations and was looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat and they got to work. He showed her how to brush them and how to get tangles out of their manes, where to scritch them and where not to scratch them. He showed her how to check their feathers and make sure their wings were healthy and how to get them to be still enough to check.

Annabeth was excellent with them, gentle hands and kind eyes. Whenever she approached one she would look them in the eye and talk to them like the intelligent creatures they were. Each time she got started taking care of a new steed she’d gently reach for the muzzle and say in a soothing voice:

“Hi, my name is Annabeth and I'm going to groom you today. Don’t worry, I'm friends with Percy, and he taught me exactly how to take care of you. If I’m doing something wrong, let him know and he’ll tell me how to fix it. I promise I’ll do my best to make sure you feel like a brand new pegasus.”

Frankly, it was fucking adorable.

Pork-pie had taken a special liking to Annabeth, telepathically asking Percy if she could groom him more often. When he told this to Annabeth she’d beamed and enthusiastically agreed to come down whenever she could. Percy had off-handedly suggested that they take them out for a bit and Annabeth immediately started to release Pork-Pie from his stall.

They flew over camp for what could’ve been minutes or hours. He was lucky that Blackjack could fly himself because Percy couldn’t take his eyes off his flying partner. Her braids held firm, but a few rebellious curls were now whipping with the wind. The atmosphere combined with the speed they were flying, made her cheeks red and splotchy. Her smile is brighter than the sun, and eyes- gods her eyes were going to be the death of him. The sun and her mood (he had this theory that her eyes changed color based on her emotions) had made them almost blue, they are full of laughter, and Percy adores her. And when she directs her sunshine-smile at him, Percy can’t help but smile back.

(He doesn’t stop smiling until they land.)

...

As they're putting their pegusi back in their stalls, Blackjack decides to give him some advice.

“I know I don’t understand all of your fragile human emotions, but I know enough. There’s a lot of bad in this world of ours, and from what you’ve told me about this war business it's only gonna get worse. You gotta make the most of the good.”  He tilts his head over to Annabeth who is cooing at a preening Pork-Pie.

“You and ladyboss, you’re good together. And really nothing else matters.”

He doesn’t have time to even think about a response when Annabeth is walking over from Pork-Pie’s stall, and telling him it's time for a picnic.

...

(“What did Blackjack say to you? You looked kinda flustered when I got you.” Percy almost drops the plate he’s piling with food from the buffet. He’s gotten three pointedly confused looks at the sight of him and Annabeth together and not strangling each other and a thumbs-up from Grover. He and Annabeth are getting their food and then they’ll go sit by the beach.

“Oh,” He clears his throat and goes with the first thing he thinks of. “Blackjack calls you ladyboss.” Good that's good, not technically a lie either.

“Huh. Weird.” Annabeth, seemingly satisfied with this, returns her attention to the grapes she is adding to her plate.)

...

“Where do you go?” Annabeth asks. She’s sitting next to him in the sand brushing crumbs off her fingers. They had been eating and watching the ocean in comfortable silence and Percy furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Lots of days when you’re at camp for lunch and sometimes dinner you just disappear for hours. And I know you aren’t going home because your stuff is still in your cabin. Where do you go?”

It’s not an accusation, just a question. Percy gets the feeling she doesn’t want to know so she can disturb, she just worries. Percy knows her. He knows she’s always planning for the worst and she needs to be able to get to him if there's an emergency.

(It strikes him that she notices when he disappears and he feels guilty but also just a little hopeful. Because she misses him as much as he misses her.)

He stacks their plates and rests them on the blanket they’d been sharing. Percy stands up and holds out his hand, gesturing for Annabeth to do the same.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

...

He tells her to close her eyes. She gives him a skeptical look but obliges and holds out her hands, a silent request for him to guide her. It’s almost easier to take her hands in his without those trademark eyes on him. But it’s not any less intense. As soon as their fingers interlock sparks of electricity lick up his arm. Now that her eyes are closed he can look at her face up close without fear. Her curls had gotten more unruly as the day went on, and the ringlets that framed her face blew lightly in the ocean breeze. He leads her slowly towards the ocean, using his powers to dry any spot she walks on. He sees her brows furrow when she notices how far they’ve walked towards the ocean without their feet getting wet, but she doesn’t say anything. He parts the water for her to walk through, and when the water rises above their heads, he forms an air bubble that moves with them, keeping them dry. When they get to a good spot, squeezes her hand signaling for her to stop with him, but tells her to keep her eyes closed. Then he closes his eyes with her and calls out to the ocean's creatures, making himself a beacon.

Here I am, he thinks. The son of Poseidon.

Come to me.

Minutes pass.

“You can open your eyes now.” He whispers.

She does, and lets out a soft gasp, “Oh, Percy.”

He smiles and looks out at the scene before them. He’d come down here after a particularly bad day and just wanted to sit in silence. It was an accident, calling the creatures to him. Subconsciously, he must have sent a message along that he was feeling alone. And all sorts of sea creatures - from greek monsters and to great white sharks to your average cod had flocked to him. And he didn’t feel so alone. So now, whenever he couldn’t take the human world, he’d come down here and talk to the fish.

This time he’d actually concentrated on getting a message out and they did not disappoint. He couldn’t count all the animals that had heeded his call but it was a sight to behold. He had willed some glowing coral from the deeper ocean to stay in that spot, which created a multicolored tint to everything around them.

Normally they come right up close to him, but this time they were hesitant. And as he listened to the creatures and heard more than a few whispers of Athena and stranger, he’s suddenly reminded that she’s the only person he’s ever done this with. It’s his favorite place, and she is the only other person ever to see it.

“It's okay guys, she’s a friend.” He reassures them. When he looked back at Annabeth, her mouth was still hung open and she was staring out at the scene in front of them in wonder. He smiles at her dazed silence and uses the hand he’s still holding to tug her up to the barrier of the bubble. The first creature willing to accept Annabeth is a baby spotted dolphin. He swims towards the clumsily with eager fins and pokes at the barrier with it’s snout. Annabeth's eyes widen in fear and look up at him and it takes a second to realize she isn’t afraid of the animal, but of their bubble popping.

“Don’t worry, the bubble won’t break unless I break it myself, and it’ll last however long I want it to.” He reassures her. He senses her hesitation so he guides her hand up to meet the snout of the baby dolphin who seems fascinated with Annabeth herself. He reaches his snout and head bumps directly into the spot on the bubble where her palm is placed.

Annabeth lets out a laugh, the kind of laugh that sort of bubbles out of you without warning and it’s the best thing Percy’s ever heard. He watches as the shock fades for her features and she pets the infant creature through the sheen of bubble keeping them dry. The animals begin to warm up to Annabeth as well, and as soon as they figure out she’s not some evil Athena agent sent to destroy the ocean, they join in on the fun. Hundreds of ocean creatures of all sizes begin doing tricks, nuzzling up to the flexible barrier, all vying for Annabeth’s attention. Annabeth herself is happy to oblige. Ever consistent, she introduces herself to each creature she meets. She smiles and laughs and reaches out to all the animals she can. Percy is happy simply to watch her and keep the bubble up but then she turns to him, eyebrow drawn together in concern, pointing to a particularly awnry seahorse, and asks what it's saying.

“He says his name is Frank and that he’s ‘too pregnant for this shit.’”

Annabeth stares blankly.

“His words not mine.” Percy offers hands up in surrender.

Then she snorts and then they’re laughing, they’re laughing harder than they have in years, and it's that kind of hysterical laugh where everything around them makes it more funny, and soon Percy’s clutching his stomach and Annabeth is beet red.  As soon as it subsides enough to get words out Annabeth is shaking his arm saying “Do that one! What's he saying? Oh my gods what even is that? Does that one like me? That ones majestic, what's his name? Oh Percy, look!! Look at that one!”

So he translates and they laugh and he teaches her different species and Annabeth nods along like it’s very important stuff. She pets the baby dolphin through the bubble and listens intently to all the animals telling her stories, even though she can’t understand a word until Percy tells her what they said. And when it’s time to go he sees the tears in her eyes and tells Percy to promise the baby that she’ll visit all the time, even though they both know she can’t.

(Apparently the baby dolphins name is Arnold, and according to his mother, he was so enthralled by Annabeth because when he first saw her he thought she was an angel.)

(Percy thinks he’s not too far off.)

...

(“That was incredible Percy. Thank you so much for sharing that with me.” They had been walking in silence as they made their way back to camp using the bubble, enjoying the afterglow of their adventure.

“Yeah, of course.” She smiles at him and looks ahead.

He’s not sure why he does it but without looking at her he reaches out and ever so carefully, and brushes her fingertips with his.

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t say anything.

Then suddenly, miraculously, her hand tilts and their fingers are interlocked.

And there's no pretense of guiding her somewhere, they’re just….holding hands.

And it's perfect.)

...

Percy thinks if he’s not in love with her, he’s pretty damn close.

Because this feeling, the one he gets in his chest when he looks at her, is what love feels like.  

...

When they resurface, they’re met with twinkling lights and the last three stragglers singing softly at the campfire. It’s almost time for lights out.

Oh.

Oh no.

Annabeth seems to be coming to the same realization, as she clears her throat and lets go of his hand. He misses her fingers immediately.

“So, I guess we should start heading to bed.” She looks at him, hopeful but he’s stuck. Stuck in the feeling of dread at the idea of waking up tomorrow and not having his best friend. Suddenly the idea of leaving her side is so unbearable he can’t speak.

“Goodnight, Percy.” She’s turning around and backing away when the words lodged in his throat come unstuck.

“8 in the morning.” She turns giving him a ‘what are you on about’ look.

“That when you came and got me at 8 in the morning. We agreed on 24 hours. It's only been 12.”

She smiles slow and wide, “You know you're right, that math checks out.”

“We had very clear terms. We even shook on it.”

“Yes we did.”, she nods gravely. “It’s a binding agreement, we can’t just ignore it.”

“So what do we do?”

She flashes a wicked grin. “You aren’t the only one with a secret spot.”

...

Percy arrives in the Big House 20 minutes after curfew was called, exactly as Annabeth had instructed. He felt her presence before she re-materialized in front of him and in a low conspiratorial whisper tells him to follow her.

They sneak down to the basement and Percy is confused when she keeps walking towards the corner. She lifts up a floorboard and starts climbing down a ladder. She beckons him to join her and when he makes it down the ladder, he can’t help the smile that breaks out. It’s a sort of underground attic, complete with a worn dusty couch, blankets and an old TV.

“I found it my first year at camp by accident. I was down doing chores and one of the broom strings got caught under it. I didn’t have many friends except for….” She lets him fill in the blank rather than say the name out loud. “And when he wanted to be with kids his own age, I’d come here. There's only five movies down here and I memorized them.” She looks down at her shoes. “I know it’s not the sea floor but..”

“Are you kidding? It’s awesome. What are the movies?”

They dig around and end up finding two more that apparently seven-year-old Annabeth did not think worth the time. They watch Die Hard first, (“Oh my Gods I can't believe you haven’t watched Die Hard. This is a travesty. It’s a classic Annabeth.”) then Pulp Fiction, ("I can’t believe it, all the shit you gave me for not seeing Die Hard, and you haven’t Pulp Fiction?? You absolute heathen!") and Clueless. ("What? It has to be full of violence and toxic masculinity to be good? It’s a good movie Percy, shut-up.") Before he knows it, it’s 3:54 am shaking with hysterical silent laugher at Annabeth's impression of Dionysus.

“Oh my gods oh-OH! Do you know what we’ve got to do?”

“Uh-oh, what?”

She grins impishly and a little deliriously. “We’ve gotta go to our spot.”

“Ah, of course. Yes, our spot, totally.” He says in a voice he hopes is neutral, in an effort to gage if she’s serious.  

“Oh my gods.” She gasps, offended.

“What.”  

“I can’t believe this.”

“You can’t believe what?”

“You forgot our spot.”

“I’m sorry Annabeth, until four seconds ago I wasn’t aware we had a spot.”

“Oh my gods. I can not believe this-” He can tell she’s messing with him, and not actually mad.

“Annabeth, just tell me where it is.”

“I simply can not believe this, you absolute heathen-”

“Stop calling me a heathen, and tell me where it is.”

She smiles, “I can show you.”

...

“Oh, of course! This is our spot!”

Annabeth chuckles, “I told you.” They’re standing at the edge of the forest at the tallest of the rock clusters to the far left. It's the one they used to go to after their first quest, the place where Annabeth taught him the constellations. The place where he made his first real friend. Not people he hung out with to avoid getting picked on. Not a searcher who happened to like the demigod he found.  His first real best-friend.

They climbed up easily and lay down looking straight up at the sky. Annabeth points up at the floating memorials, and Percy dutifully recites the legends of how they earned their place in the sky. They're shoulder to shoulder and their fingers graze each other for longer than necessary. And slowly they lull into comfortable silence, arms overlapping, at some point Annabeth's head lands on his shoulder. Percy freezes for a while, staying absolutely still as if she’s a wild creature who could bolt at any moment. But then he relaxes, and she relaxes and he’s pretty sure she’s asleep until she takes in a shaky breath and whispers, “Hey, Percy?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re gonna be okay right?” He can tell she's trying to mask the vulnerability in her voice. And he can’t see all of her face from the angle they’re laying, but her nose is on his collarbone, and her hair is tickling his chin.

He closes his eyes, and he thinks. He thinks about Luke and Rachel and how nothings been the same since Percy blew up that mountain.

He thinks about seeing her for the first time, grey eyes wide hair falling off her shoulders and how even after everything he just went through, he felt safe. He thinks about ‘you drool when you sleep’, and the way she looked at him when he was claimed- awestruck and pitiful at the same time. He thinks about rolled eyes, stamped feet, and frustration always just under the surface. He thinks about silent truces, and letting guards down, and shared oreos in the back of a mobile zoo. He thinks about sweaty palms gripping each other in the Underworld, and shaky hands giving him a good luck camp necklace. He thinks about camp fires, stupid jokes, learning about the stars, and how the just fit.

He thinks about postcards and iris-messages, and how she punched Matt Sloane square on the nose. He thinks about how despite the arguing and the confusion about Tyson, she was always there when she needed him. How she didn’t hesitate to sneak out of camp with one of the first species he ever learned to truly fear, because he asked her to. He thinks about her in a dress and how tongue-tied him in guinea pig form. He thinks about her broken sobs and how she clutched at him in their underwater bubble. He thinks about winning a chariot race, the softest of cheek kisses and how in this world of gods and monsters, she’s the only thing he was really sure about.

He thinks about how she was the first girl he ever danced with, and how light everything felt when she was around. He thinks about how it felt strangely familiar when she fell off that cliff, and how only days later realized that it was the same desperation he had when Hades took his mother. He thinks about how gutted it was when he found out she was thinking about joining the Hunters. He thinks about his visit from Aphrodite and how even though she changed form, her hair smelled like lemons the entire time. He thinks about when he saw her on that cliff it was like the sun came out. How he saw her face and it was smudged with dirt and cuts but she was alive and he could breathe again. He thinks about how his throat closed up when he thought Artemis was going to pick her for the Hunt. He remembers how when they danced on Olympus, for a song she was prettier than Aphrodite.

He thinks about planning a movie date, and how he discovered Annabeth doesn’t get any less pretty when she’s mad at him. How she sat right next to him at dinner and how when she fixed his armour, his neck burned wherever she touched him. He thinks about falling in a whole and holding her hand and how they’d done it before but it felt different that time. He thinks about ping pong table meetings and how he became aware of the fact that he’d follow her anywhere. He thinks about the determination in her when she faced the Sphinx, and how the same fire was in them right before she kissed him. He thinks about how she tasted like smoke and salt, and how for the 3.2 seconds that his lips were hers, the first thing he thought was ‘we fit like this too’. He thought he was going to die but it was okay. It was okay that he was going to die, because he had gotten to kiss her. He thinks about Calypso’s Island, and how he dreamt about her every night. How when he crashed his funeral, she held like she couldn’t bear to let go and how that was fine with him. He thinks about the blur that was the labyrinth, full of unshed tears, words that cut, and how despite all the scream fights and the terror, and the barely contained rage, none of it lessened the fierce protectiveness he feels for her. How despite it all, she's still the best thing that's ever fucking happened to him. He thinks about the last line of her prophecy, and how she thought it was about him.

He loves her.

He’s not sure if he’s in love with her because he’s 15 and he hasn’t exactly had time to date around but he knows that for a fact. Knowing Annabeth, loving Annabeth has made him who he is. She is burned into his DNA. Somehow the 12 year old with princess curls and eyes that cut, crawled under his skin. He knows he’s done the same to her, even though they’re both too stubborn to say it out loud. They could never really leave each other, even if they tried.

So Percy shifts so he can see her face in the pale moonlight, brushes a curl out of her face and says,

“Yeah. It’s us Annabeth. We’re gonna be alright.”

She smiles soft and real because she knows him, so she knows he means it. He’s not sure who reaches out this time, but they're holding hands and staring at the sky in a silence that speaks volumes.

They stay like that until it’s sunrise and they have to sneak into their respective cabins. Looking at stars, fighting sleep, and forgetting about the rest of the world.

______________

(They hold hands all the way back to her cabin.)

(He doesn’t stop smiling the whole way back to his own.)

______________

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[lyrabythelake]

When you lose your sword... panic?

This idea was concocted from a conversation with @gintrinsic-writing and Just_Bonesy :)  

CW: blood, gore, violence

Twilight is not the best fighter of the group by any means, that title goes to Sky or Warriors, or possibly Wild when he isn’t setting the battlefield on fire. It’s clear which of them have had professional training and who hasn’t; where Sky moves with precise elegance, Hyrule fights with almost desperate brawl. Where Warriors parrys and jabs with meticulously calculated technique, Legend’s style is rather a brutish scuffle. But while the professional soldiers of the group have the upper hand while fighting with swords, there are certain situations where those who have learned exclusively from their own wits and experience come out on top.

Take now, for example, as Twilight faces three lizalfos head on. His sword is in the ditch somewhere having flown out of his hand a few moments ago courtesy of an unsuspecting swipe from his blind spot, and he has no other weapons on him. The others aren’t in any position to be helping him, they have their own battles to fight; the waves of enemies are approaching fast.

The lizalfos on the right comes at him first, swinging sword glinting maliciously, and Twilight jumps into action, light and sturdy on his feet. He lets his adrenaline run wild and his most animalistic instincts kick in, and he lets out a snarl, baring his teeth in battle-fuelled rage. He doesn’t dodge backwards away from the first swipe, he lunges towards it seemingly heedlessly so that instead of being hit by the blade, he’s struck with the inside of the beast’s elbow. It stumbles slightly in surprise and Twilight uses the opening to grab its wrist and turn it forcefully clockwise, hearing a couple of bones in its hand crack. In his mid-battle high, they might as well be twigs snapping beneath his palms. It lets out a pig-like squeal but doesn’t drop its sword – Twilight is forcing its hand to keep its grip underneath his own.

It’s a struggle, but he manages to turn it enough that the wrist too snaps beneath its scaly skin and the sword plunges into its own stomach with a little added force. Twilight shoves it away with excessive strength and it falls to the ground, unmoving, dark red pooling beneath its body, congealing with the grit and mud in a viscous concoction of its own defeat. Twilight staggers slightly from the momentum of the push, his knuckle scraping painfully along the floor, and the next lizalfos takes the small opportunity to grab him in a steel headlock.

He doesn’t hesitate as he turns his head to the side with sudden force and uses his entire weight to pull on the arm that holds him. It gives way immediately, almost too easily, and he twists his body, the lizalfos hand with it, until he’s in a position to shove it to the ground alongside its companion. He finishes it off with five kicks to the head, the tiny, fragile bones of its face shattering beneath his worn, blood-splattered boot.

There’s one left now, weaponless, and Twilight can feel it’s hesitance, it’s eyes flickering to it’s fallen comrades with what Twilight would like to think of as nervousness. Good. A hesitant opponent means it’s more likely to make mistakes, more chance of openings for a kill. Still, there’s strange determination in its cold, reptilian eyes when it runs at full speed towards him, and it’s almost a shame that it lasts as little time as it does.

Twilight squats in preparation, and as it reaches him, claws outstretched in front of it, muscular tail poised for attack, he manages to grip it around the underside of its arm with one hand and the scraps of its tunic in the other, and then pulls with all his might. It goes flying over his shoulder with more momentum than Twilight had expected, and he feels its neck crack as it tumbles to the ground behind him.

He straightens up, eyes roving over each of his three enemies to confirm that they are indeed still motionless, and rubs the dust off his hands contentedly before turning around, coming face to face with Wind, a fierce look in his sea-blue eyes.

“Show me how to do that,” the sailor demands, the pointy end of his sword pointing straight at him. Twilight takes a step back, startled.

“What?” he asks. The others are coming to the end of their respective fights and seem not to have noticed the gruesome brawl that went down only seconds ago.

“That.” Wind waves the sword to the place the third dead Lizalfos lies, “The thing you did with the twirly arm where you threw that guy over your shoulder.”

“The one arm shoulder throw?” Twilight questions, parroting the name Rusl had taught him all those years ago when his mentor used to beat him every time they sparred.

“I don’t care what it’s called! Just show me!”

So he does, later, when they’ve set up camp and the others are doing their own thing elsewhere, either practicing their own fighting or foraging resources for their journey. Twilight has had experience teaching hand-to-hand combat to the children of Ordon – it’s strongly believed in the village that children should learn to fight as soon as they are able, and not everyone can afford swords – and he is pleased, but unsurprised, that Wind has the enthusiasm of all of the village children put together. He is also considerably more competent at listening and picking up the moves (again, not altogether surprising considering he defeated Ganon at the tender age of twelve) and he manages to learn a good few techniques in just a couple of hours.

“This is fun,” Wind grins, looking down at him as Twilight picks himself off the floor having just been taken down for the umpteenth time, on this occasion with a solid kick to the back of his left knee. Hylia help them all if Wind grows any bigger, who knew his skinny legs held such brute strength.

“Hey Captain!” Wind shouts to Warriors who is walking into the clearing carrying a stack of logs, an axe on his back, “you wanna spar? Twi taught me some new moves.”

“Sure, Sailor,” he replies, dropping the logs into a neat pile by their camp and swapping the axe for his sword, “don’t go too hard on me,” he grins good-naturedly, clearly not noticing the mischievous glint in Wind’s eyes. Wind picks up his own sword and they get into their respective stances, eyeing each other from across the small clearing. Wind waits for Warriors to swing first, at which point he tosses his sword to the ground beside him.

“Wait, wha-“ Warriors manages to get out mid-swing before Wind is careening towards him and grabbing his wrist in the way Twilight taught him. Twilight is proud to see he executes the move perfectly, twisting Warriors’ wrist towards him and immediately sending him to the ground, sword and all.

“Holy mother of FUCK!” Warriors shouts, clutching his wrist in obvious pain, his sword lying some few metres away. Twilight hopes Wind didn’t break anything.

“What next, Twi?” Wind asks cheerily as the captain rolls around at his feet.

“Now you kick him in the balls,” Twilight informs him.

“WAIT, NO! STOP, I SURRENDER!” Warriors pleads, and Twilight gives Wind a wink before going over to help Warriors up, grasping his good hand and pulling him to his feet.

“Where in Hylia’s name did you learn to fight like that?” Warriors asks him, clutching his wrist to his chest.

“Rusl taught me some of it,” he replies, “some I learned from just being on the road, and some of it’s stuff I learned from goat wrangling.”

The Captain considers him for a moment, clearly impressed.

“You think you could teach that to everyone?”

So that’s how Twilight finds himself standing in front of a scene that might be even more chaotic than when he was teaching Colin and his friends hand-to-hand. In his defence, he’s almost certain it’s not his teaching skills that are to blame; goat wrangling is nothing compared to herding these supposedly ‘respectable’ holders of the triforce of courage.

Wind successfully managed to take down Time before the lesson even started, and he now sits next to him, sheepishly holding some ice from Legend’s ice rod over the old man’s nose while the latter glares stonily into the distance. Behind them, Warriors has Legend in a headlock and Twilight almost chuckles at the distinctly rodent-like way Legend is trying to squirm out of it, punching every square inch of torso he can reach.

Four’s eyes flash blue-green as he gleefully pulls Sky down to his own height by the clump of hair he mercilessly has clenched in one fist, and Hyrule and Wild are hanging upside-down from a tree (though Twilight is pretty sure that has nothing to do with the lesson at hand).

All learned technique has gone out the window. Scratch that, it’s left the Goddessdamned kingdom. Though, Twilight supposes, that was kind of the point in the first place. Besides, Wind has fully mastered the one arm shoulder throw considering the way Time landed face first in the mud like a sack of potatoes not so long ago and Warriors has lost his usual stringency that so often prevents him from improvising in tight spots. All in all, they’re not doing too badly, and he fancies next time they find themselves up against an enemy without a weapon, they’ll be considerably more prepared. Rusl would be proud.

[meher-sumedha]

Okay so I have a few

1. Drunk az mistakenly confesses his feeling for Gwyn in front of everyone.

2. Gwyn and az making bracelets together.

3. Gwynriel’s first official date.

4. Az and Gwyn on a spy mission together.

Okay so I'll write the first one first cause I really really like it and really want to write it. Also, this is my first time writing like smut, smut so. FORGIVE ME. As you know - 2 am. my mental health is fucked. Anyways ENJOY!

Gwynriel Headcanon : Gwyn's Little Crush

(I know just trust me on this)

Gwyn and Azriel had been dating since a year now. And last month only the mating bond had snapped for Azriel. It had made Gwyn's life shit.

As much as she wanted to be with him, the mating bond had made their lives shit. Like really shitty. They couldn't leave their room without Azriel killing someone.

After one week Azriel had convinced Gwyn that he was okay and was gonna behave. He did not. They had gone to a restaurant in Velaris, as a dinner date.

He almost killed the waiter because he looked at Gwyn when he gave her her dish. On their way back home he kept telling Gwyn he was okay.

"I swear to god Gwyn, I'm fine."

"Az you almost killed the waiter"

.... "Well I controlled myself in front of the receptionist"

"YOU ALMOST TOOK OUT HIS EYES!"

"HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU"

"HE ASKED ME IF I WAS FINE!"

"WELL, I, I"

"WEL!????"

Azriel was silent after that, he knew Gwyn was right but wasn't able to spend any time with her. He was like a freakin dog. That couldn't behave.

When they kept walking and Azriel didn't respond, Gwyn stopped in the middle of the road and came in front of Azriel. She took his face in her hands, and pulled it so close that their foreheads were touching.

His hands instinctively wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. "I'm sorry" Whispered Azriel, his shadows thickening around them.

"Az, I love you with all my heart" And then let out a small chuckle, "but we can't risk you going and killing people". This made Azriel smile, everything she did made him smile.

Azriel then said, "I think we should wait before I get out of my room again" And chuckled. So did Gwyn.

"I agree" She said and smiled. But then Azriel pulled his head away and pulled Gwyn closer to him, so she was now looking up to him. He frowned and said, "But then how-how would we spend time together without anyone knowing?"

Gwyn rested her head against his chest. Trying to listen to his heartbeat to calm her own. Trying to figure out a solution. And then it hit her.

"Well, uhmm, I-I could move in with you if-if you like cause you know we've already done the deed and, and I already sleep in your room like three nights of the week and I-" Babbling. Azriel realized Gwyn was babbling.

So, he stopped her before she could panic more, "I'd love that" He said. And Gwyn stopped. Smiling against his chest.

"How does it feel" She asked. "How does what feel?", she then looked up to him and said with a cheeky voice, "How does it feel to be in the presence of your mate". Azriel pulled her even closer, and told her, "It feels like, like, I-I don't know how to explain it".

Gwyn chuckled and said, "Well you never were to one for words" And stood on her tippy toes and kissed him on the nose. A small, simple gesture that still made Azriel's heart leap. But then Azriel looked at her with such intensity that Gwyn couldn't help but stand normally, grab the collar of his shirt and smash her lips onto his.

Azriel chuckled into the kiss and winnowed them, to his apartment. His apartment, their apartment.

When they arrived, Gwyn broke the kiss and asked, "Where are we?" And started to look around the room. The simple room with a black cupboard and a black desk. With a brown bread.

And when she started to walk away, Azriel pulled her back into his embrace and just stared at her. Imprinting her beauty to his mind, not that he could ever compare it with the real deal.

When he did stuff like that, he could see that Gwyn became as red as a tomato. But usually it ended with cuddles in bed. Right now, Gwyn grabbed his collar and smashed her lips onto his, she then slipped her hands under his waist band.

Azriel then let out a thirst groan. In one smooth movement Gwyn slipped her hands out and took off his shirt, breaking their kiss for a millisecond. And then smashing her lips again. This time, she slammed Azriel into the wall with that powerful of a kiss.

Hunger, desire, all was shining through the bond for Azriel. He had sensed her scent change the moment they arrived. All was left of the scent of flowers and lillies, was arousal and arousal only. But Azriel couldn't loose his self control. Cause he knew if he did, he could hurt her.

So as much control as he could muster, he picked Gwyn up, his hands under her hips and took her to the bed and laid her down with utter gentleness. He FUCKING tried, tried to control himself but she just wasn't fucking giving up.

So Azriel thought, fuck it, she wants it rough, fine. I can give her rough. When Azriel's hand slipped under her leggings, Gwyn smirked into the kiss. She knew, she knew Azriel would loose his control and she knew what she did to him. Yet she didn't stop, still testing his limits.

Before today, Azriel had made love to her, but-but today, he was gonna fuck her. He was gonna ride her until she couldn't stop screaming his name.

So he did, all night. All night they tested each other. All night seeing who would break first. It was mostly Azriel. And that night, Azriel discovered, that if he wanted her undone, he was gonna have to do a lot more than just thrust into her with his long length. Gods, he loved it. Loved the rush, the pleasure. So he did, he took it as a challenge, and as Azriel didn't like loosing, he soon got a hold of her tell. Of what got her undone.

But, he only used it in extreme times, when she wouldn't break. For he would never want her to know his strategy.

Even though it was a game, it wasn't at the same time. As much as Azriel loved the sex, he loved the little cuddles, the silent training, the talks they had after one had a nightmare, the simple walks alongside the sidra, the flying with Gwyn screaming in his ear, the sleepovers, the getting drunk. He loved her, and every single fucking thing about her. He loved it.

And today, after a month of isolation, Azriel was finally gonna meet his brothers. He hoped that he had some control over himself, and that he doesn't fuck this up and ends up killing everyone.

They were at the house of wind, where Nesta and Cassian were hosting the dinner. They had just had dinner and a few drinks and were sitting on sofas. Gwyn was playing with Nyx on the floor as she was the only one who was not drunk.

"Gwyn" Said Cassian. "Mhmm", "Gwyn", "Mhmm", "GWYN", "WHAT". This had become their new routine, Rhysand pesturing Gwyn and Gwyn being annoyed. As much as Gwyn pretended she hated it, she actually loved it.

Gwyn then looked back to her high lord, who had Feyre resting her head on his shoulders. "I heard you have a crush" And as soon as he said that, Azriel's eyes shot up from beside Gwyn. Gwyn then put her hand on Azriel's thigh, he was sitting cross legged with Gwyn, which made him calm down.

"You told him?" Gwyn asked Nesta, angered slightly laced in her voice. Nesta shot her hands up in surrender position, "I swear to god I didn't" But then her gaze fell away from Gwyn. And when Gwyn followed that Gaze, she saw her eyes were on a smirking Cassian.

Gwyn took the pillow that was with her and threw it at Cassian's face, which made all of them chuckle. It erased the smirk he had on his face, but not for long. "Fork you" Gwyn muttered and Azriel raised his eyebrows. "A kid's here, I'm not gonna be the one to teach him bad language, you all already do enough of that" And it brought out a laugh in all of them which even made Gwyn smile a bit. . (Nesta, Cassian, Feyre, Rhysand, Azriel (emorie is currently, well somewhere and elucien is on a honeymoon in the day court)).

"Anyways" Said rhysand and he continued, "we thought it might have been a good idea to invite him". Azriel was getting impatient, so he asked, "Who the hell is he?".

And then suddenly, fucking suddenly, Stefan Salvatore walked into that room.

Everyone knew him. I mean who didn't? He was a legend. The only one of his kind. Stories were written about him, the only fae, who was also a vampire.

"Hello love" He said and Gwyn's cheeks reddened. He was hot, hot hot. And suddenly Gwyn's little fangirl was awakened. She wanted to ask him so many questions, did he really drink blood? Did he drink people's blood?

"Hi," Gwyn said and he came closer to her, gods, he was so tall, probably an inch taller than Azriel.

"“You don't know what it's like being in love with you. You know, when you and I were together, every single atom in my body told me that it was the right thing, that we were a perfect fit. And that kind of love, it can change your whole life.”

Gwyn was speechlees. She clumsily stood up and she could've sworn she heard Nesta chuckle. These lines, these lines were Gwyn's favorite when she was a teen. In her room in sangravah, she had these lines written on her walls, so many of them.

For a moment, Gwyn had forgotten Azriel was there, and that was her first mistake. It didn't take Azriel even two seconds to get up and take stefan flying out of the balcony. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" Gwyn muttered to herself.

"What's wrong Gwynnie?" Cassian asked cheekily. "Yeah, is something wrong Gwynnie?" Rhysand joined. "FUCKING DO SOMETHING! HE'S GONNA KILL HIM". "Oh why o why would Azriel do that" Nesta asked.

"NES! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE", And Nesta chuckled. Azriel then flew in while slamming stefan to the ground, stefan was trying to fight but he was failing. Gwyn was smart enough not to go in between them.

After 15 mins of thrashing stefan, Azriel stopped, and said, "You fucking even look at my mate like that, I will fucking kill you, and I swear on my life, that it will not be an easy death."

He then got up and walked towards Gwyn, all of them were trying to contain their laughter but even they were speechless, of course they were, they knew about them but they didn't know that they were mates. Gwyn was well speechless.

She was just gonna start his rant about how he shouldn't have done those things but then Azriel took her hand and said, "I'm sorry" And then Gwyn didn't know what to do. She had prepared a whole speech on how he shouldn't do such shit and now, now she was speechless.

Rhysand then broke the silence, "So... Mates huh?" .

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

You know what? Clarissa — my Pokemon Trainer S/I— lore be upon you because of Scarlet and Violet

She was born on Sinnoh in Twinleaf Town and when she was 10, she started her Pokemon journey with her friend Barry. But her start was… pretty unique to most other Trainers.

You see, Professor Rowan was keeping a wild Gible in his lab at the time. It had wandered into town, exhausted and hungry. Rowan was planning on getting it back to health, and then releasing it.

But once the Gible saw Clarissa, it became immediately attached to her. It followed at her feet like a duckling and only listened to her commands. Initially she was a little freaked out, but then she was estatic (she could be a bit more like her idol, Clair of the Johto Region).

Rowan eventually agreed to let Clarissa take care of the Gible (which she nicknamed Fangor) and she picked her starter Pokemon, Turtwig (Pistachio).

She’s been journeying for a long time: she’s collected all the regions’ badges (in rough order: Sinnoh, Johto, Kanto, Hoenn, Unova, Kalos, Alola, Galar) and is basically a Trainer legend whispered on the winds.

She doesn’t let it get to her head though. She’s always up for a Pokemon battle or just something fun to do. Most people find it hard to keep up with her though, with how crazy some of her ideas of fun are. Including training with her own Pokemon (you know how Drayden is said to wrestle with his Pokemon? Yeah, same thing. She has a bunch of scars from these methods, but she’s never stopped doing it!)

Gonna put what she’s doing in Scarlet under the cut

Clarissa had never been to school. She was basically homeschooled by her mom and the Pokemon research she did as a kid.

When Clarissa came back home from a Galar adventure, her mom sprung on her that she signed her up at Naranja Academy. Clarissa tried to argue and get her mom to cancel, but her mom said it wasn’t about the classes (Clarissa probably knows most of the curriculum already). What she really wanted was for her daughter to make friends.

(Clarissa has been going through a character arc throughout her long ass journey. Basically, at the end of Sinnoh, Something Terrible happened to a childhood friend of hers and she was running away from processing it throughout Johto and Kanto. It’s only at Hoenn that it finally hits her and she can start to process. Through Unova and Kalos, she tries to be more open to others; it only kinda works. It starts to really work in Alola and Galar. But no one really stuck to her as friends besides a few people. Which is where Paldea comes in.)

Clarissa agrees upon hearing that, and she hitches a ride to Paldea.

School life takes a lot of effort for Clarissa to get used to. She’s never really worked on a schedule before. Sure, she’s had to plan days around events before, and it’s not she doesn’t have her own internal schedule. But school life feels so rigid to her; she does Not Like It.

Luckily, her teachers are very kind and enthusiastic about their subjects. Her favorites are the language, art, and home ec teachers, but her overall favorite class is battle teaching. Least favorite class is history (she’s sus of the teacher). [Please don’t spoil what happens with the teachers in the story; I’ve only beaten three gyms]

Clarissa’s reputation has a interesting effect around the school. She’s basically swarmed any time she’s not in class with questions about her from the other students, but she’s also pretty lonely. People mostly want to hang out with her to get their five seconds of fame so to speak, and it makes her feel awful.

That’s not to say she hasn’t made any connections: she basically became a tutor and she helps out other students who are struggling in class. She’s a good study buddy.

[deewithani]

Raindrops in the Wind - Chapter 1

Chapter Rating: G

Work Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 2k

Warnings: None. Jango being sneaky?

A/N: Not Canon or Legends friendly. AU from the very beginning. Bits and pieces from here and there, molded to fit my grand vision, muahahaha *coughs*. Anyway... Chapters will list their individual ratings, work is rated Explicit (18+) for eventual explicit content.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

'What have I done?'

The words rang hollow in his ear as he fought with the Jedi that had shown up at his door. He hated the man, truly. He hated that he showed up on Kamino. He hated that he started to ask questions. He hated that he was a Jedi.

He hated Jedi.

It was not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to provide his DNA to the long-necks whenever they needed it and help train their creation. In return he got an unaltered clone. A son. A safe place to raise him. Enough credits to live very comfortably for the rest of his days. And the knowledge that an army was being raised that would destroy the Jedi.

'I should have left well enough alone. I shouldn't have taken that bounty.'

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It was a good deal, he thought to himself, the offer that this 'Lord Tyranus' placed before him. He would be stupid to pass it up, and Jango Fett was anything but stupid. It would give him what he always wanted, a son, to carry on his lineage, and a hefty purse full of credits, no questions asked. No, he was not stupid. He knew very well who this 'Lord Tyranus' was that stood before him. It was the very same Jedi that helped bring the defeat of the True Mandalorians, Count Dooku. All Jango truly wanted from the exchange was an unaltered clone that he could raise as a son, and Tyranus quickly agreed.

At the time, Jango didn't know that he and Dooku shared the same end game, the destruction of the Jedi order. All Jango knew was that Dooku was no longer friendly with the order, having abandoned them, publicly declaring their corruption before the galaxy. He figured he could sus out the real reason behind Dooku's job easily enought once he was on Kamino and around others he could manipulate into revealing the truth.

In all honesty, it wasn't very hard at all to figure out much of what was going on. The Kaminoans were ecstatic about the new contract they had scored to provide the Galactic Republic with millions of perfect soldiers. They poked and proded at Jango daily for his DNA and openly discussed his own physical shortcomings like they were no matter at all, as if they were simply ink marks on a piece of flimsi, mistakes that could be erased and fixed with no bearing on the final product. They were open with this being a request from the Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas, which made no sense to Jango, as he had been hired by 'Tyranus', who most certaily wasn't Syfo-Dyas – whoever they were. He thought maybe this Jedi was also fed up with the Order, and was looking to make a strike back, but solid information on this Jedi was slim..

In any case, very little of the entire job was making sense to Jango. Why was a former Jedi Master, whether it was Dooku or Sifo-Dyas didn't matter at this point, paying for the creation of a clone army for the very Order and Republic that they abhored?

Jango continued on, day after day, providing DNA to the Kaminoans, gathering trusted allies to begin the training of the clones that were still growing in their tubes, and listening and obtaining information from any corner of Tipoca City he could. He set the Cuy'val Dar to the tasks of creating a sound, well-rounded training regiment, and on an information gathering mission, telling them to “Listen to everything anyone says. Every single word. Kaminoans, humans, anyone else. I don't care if they're talking about the next shipment of Jogan fruit. I want to know every word. Bring it to me.”

Jango spent hours every day, pouring over intelligence reports, but most of what was gathered was mundane. Lama Su had tea alone this afternoon, did you hear that we're supposed to have a break in the rain next week, the butcher is overcharging for nerf again. The every day gossip and gripes of a bored populace stuck on a perpetually wet and miserable planet. But Jango was nothing if not patient. The cloners told him that he should expect to be working with them for decades, so he decided to settle in and be patient. What he wanted to know would come to him. He would hear it directly from one of the longnecks themselves, or one of the Cuy'val Dar would hear it in passing and report it to him. He would know the true reason he was there. He would know the reason for the creation of the clones.

An unreal amount of credits has been pumped into this project, more than he thought was necessary, to be honest. Jango's bank account is overflowing with credits, and he hadn't had to touch a single one. He'd been provided with his own apartment, furnished with everything he requested. His Cuy'val Dar were paid directly by the client, the same as he was, and were paid a hefty premium too. Whispered word through the cloners was that this project was revitalizing their entire industry, allowing them the financial means to work on the perfection of not just his genetic material, but the genetics of hundreds of other species, not all of them sentient. Factories were starting up for the creation of armor and weaponry, the potable food industry was pushing out rations as quickly as they could be rolled down the assembly line, and tech companies were building holopads and coms as fast as they could get the chips and circuitry to do so. And it was all possible by the injection of credits from 'Lord Tyranus'.

He knew, also, that the Kaminoans were planning on “double-dipping” the Republic when the time came, and was nearly certain all the other industries that had already been paid hefty retainer fees would do the same. There was no shame in getting your due, but it was more of the pervasive corruption that Dooku saw that was eating away at the Galactic Republic, everyone had their hands out, pressing for more and more credits from any party they could. He heard the longnecks complaining that the Armorers had already been paid to purchase enough plastoid to manufacture 250,000 full sets of armor and had already received at least half of their full payment for the total manufacturing cost itself, but they had already began sending invoices to Kamino for the purchase of the armor at standard price, as if they were coming out of their own pocket on the project. Whether or not any of it was true was anyone's guess, but the single bit of information he heard from all corners was that the Kaminoans were not going to lose a single credit from this project, no matter who they had to charge for services. He could hardly blame them, their only true industry was cloning, and a project of this magnitude was going to take nearly their entire industry to support it. If anything went wrong, if anyone double charged them and they covered it with just a promise of later pay that never came through it could ruin their entire economy. So the decision was made to pass on the cost of everything to the Republic, in full for each batch ordered, because even with a hefty bankroll the bank could run dry very quickly. If everything went according to plan their cash flow would be enormous, but they were experts in searching out and fixing “problems” and they were not so naive to believe everything would go according to plan.

And so it went. Years passed, clones were trained, bounties were picked up, and Jango's unaltered clone, his son, began to grow into a fine young man - smart, capable, and hopefully well prepared for anything life would throw at him. Jango knew the galaxy was a rough place, and he was determined to make sure Boba had the tools he needed to survive – and survive easily. During his free time he trained him, harder than he trained the clones who would go off to war, running through close combat scenarios, teaching infiltration and stealth tactics, weapons proficiency, common language tutoring, sharpshooting, general maintenance on anything from blasters to air cooling units. Anything that he believed would give Boba a leg up on the competition – and anything to help him stay alive. He would take Boba with him on hunts too, giving him hands-on experience that he just wouldn't get sparring and running through drills.

The most important lesson Jango would gift to Boba was to trust no one but himself and his family, and to always keep his ears and eyes open for anything “strange”. Strange, of course, could have multiple meanings, but Jango trusted that Boba understood the complexities of all the things “strange” could include. Knowledge and information are as good as credits in hand, and in many cases could be much more valuable than beskar itself, buying the owner of said information freedom and power, if it was valuable enough, of course. And on one rather normal day, as normal as it goes on Kamino, anyway, Boba brought Jango some very valuable information.

While Jango tolerated the Kaminoans, as it was unfortunately necessary, Boba didn't really mind them one way or the other, having grown up around them for the entirety of his young life. So when it came time for Boba's yearly checkup during his 9th year, he didn't think twice to let the boy go on his own. The Kaminoans had always accepted his request for non-Kaminoan involvement in his son's healthcare, so they always ensured he was seen by a medical droid. He didn't suspect this year would be different. In any case, Boba knew to deflect any questions and leave if his request wasn't honored. Dislike them though he did, the longnecks never went back on their promises to him. This would make a good, safe, learning experience for Boba, and Jango instructed him to bring back as much as he could remember about everything, to train him in situational awareness and help him learn how to observe without being observed.

Later that day, after he had seen and cleared, Boba was eager to tell Jango about his checkup. He returned to their apartment, his adolescent energy barely contained, itching to run through the door and let his new secret loose, because something strange did happen at this appointment. He was prepared to give his report to Jango, and he was sure his dad would be proud of what he had learned.

“Dad!”, Boba called out, “I need to tell you about my checkup! It's important!” From his seat in the living area Jango raised an eyebrow, watching Boba try and fail to keep from bouncing on the balls of his feet. “C'mere, son, tell me about your checkup.” Boba walked forward, head held high and mischievous glint in his eyes. ”You told me to watch for anything strange. Something strange happened! There was a woman there today. A human woman! Told me she was training!”

“Good job, Boba. Go on then, clean up for dinner. You can tell me everything else then.” Jango watched as Boba's grin grew even wider, before he turned and ran to the 'fresher.

'Well, that is strange', Jango mused to himself, as he began to formulate his plan. It was time to see if he could gain some real information from this new player. Jango was nothing if not patient, and this may be the time for his patience to start paying off.

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