#I LOVE THIS SERIOUSLY TYSM

[knightinink]

i hav come to offer some small sacrifices to you :3

OOOOOOOO THEY ARE SO CUTE TYSM!!! <333333333

[figloom]

Lil Welcome back gift Because I noticed something Hehe 🤲💕

THEY ARE HOUSE RIBBON BUDDIES YOUR HONOR😭😭 god your artstyle is so fucking cute ai, I exploded when I saw that

[willowser]

now i wake up by your side—

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 2.8k+

tags: u.a. college au, canon-compliant, reader has a telekinesis/telepathic quirk, references (and potential spoilers) for the current arc in the manga, angst, a lot of secret hidden feelies

tysm to @alrightberries for giving me the opportunity to bring this lil thought of yours to life 🥺 your patience and understanding during the time it took me to write this is so appreciated it, and tbh you're the reason i'm even still here right now LOL you're so sweet, and i hold your kindness so close to my heart. i wish i could convey how much it means to me. i hope i did this even a lil justice !! happy birthday dear !!!! 🥺🩷✨️

Sero dreams of watching the sunrise on top of the Roppongi Observatory.

It’s a beautiful sight, one you’ve never seen with your own eyes, but you soak in the warmth flushing across his cheeks and the anticipated break of morning through the clouds. When he takes in a hefty breath, you feel the spring chill sting inside his chest, crisp and clear, like it’s you breathing instead of him, and it’s almost comforting enough to lull you to sleep, too.

But a clay pot shattering against a nearby bench has your eyes springing open, ripped from the haven you’d been lost to. 

You have to blink several times in order to fight through the exhaustion wearing you thin, but the evening returns to you in small, bleary doses. It’s the middle of the night—or at least it was when you’d first wandered out to the training field, and you can’t be sure how many hours have passed since then. Across the yard, you’ve successfully managed to carry four pots from the garden plot near the entrance all the way to your feet with your Quirk— but number five sits in pieces in the grass.

You’ll have to clean that up by morning or Eraser will make you run laps until you puke. Again.

Kirishima flits through your mind in a suit and tie: not as a Hero, but a spy of some kind, chasing down men with masks covering their faces and wielding a gun that looks odd in his hands, even in his own dream. Despite being back in the dorms, stories up and near the end of the hall, you can see it—hear him yelling out at the criminal to stop, feel the thud of the ground under his feet. His own determination blares through you like a freight train, as strong and damning as he is, and you fight to force yourself back inside your own shoes as you try to carry another pot.

Recovery Girl used to tell you that you did this to yourself: all your worry about losing sleep psyching yourself out of it completely, chasing it away before it even had the chance. When everyone is getting ready for bed, heading out of the common room and hitting the showers, you can feel that suspense building; what will come across tonight while everyone dreams? Fantasies? Or nightmares?

During the day it’s easier to drown out the foot-traffic of everyone’s thoughts—you do it without trying, now—but your brain needs rest, too. Letting go of control for even a second, just to get some shut eye is—

Something frightening is outlined in your peripheral vision, the dash of a pale shape you aren’t able to discern before it’s gone. The air turns metallic and stale and you can hear water sloshing, though you’re nowhere near the pools. All your blood rushes in your ears and your fingers curl, like you’re gripping your seat—gripping the edge of the couch in the common room, where you’d been sitting beside Mina when Kaminari put on that horror movie. The one with the—

“The hell are you doin’?”

Your eyes snap open for the hundredth time that night—show over, credits rolling—and it’s Bakugou. Standing only feet away from the new set of clay shards of your failure, tangible and real and staring at you with an intensity not even your dreams could mimic.

You blink, eyes stinging and heavy. You must look insane. “Oh, hey,” the voice that comes out of you is far-away, chartered off to distant lands, and he notices immediately, focus razor-sharp despite how late it is. “What did you say?”

Bakugou wrinkles his nose, like he’s offended at having to repeat himself. “I said, what the hell are you doin’? It’s nearly 2 in the morning and you’re out here throwin’ shit around in your fuckin’ pajamas.”

Almost on cue, the breeze brushes past your legs, chilly enough to have you shivering, and you peek down at them as if you don’t know what they look like. The sweater you’re wearing is from second year and the U.A. logo is half-worn off, but it’s the comfiest thing you own and if you’re going to be plagued all night by the forced intimacy of your classmates’ dreams—you at least want to be cozy.

When you look back up at him, Bakugou is pointedly looking away, taking interest in something other than your wimpy state of dress. 

It dawns on you then that he’s out here, too, in sweats and a simple back sweatshirt, hair a messy, golden halo in the pale, buzzing field lights. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think his face was a little rosy, but—maybe you’re seeing things.

Still. Being out and away from everyone, alone with Bakugou, makes your stomach tighten horribly. Like you’ve done too many sit-ups.

You try to brush off your sudden bout of shyness, because you know he’ll clock that in no time, too. “Well, I could ask you the same thing.” At the raise of your eyebrows, he only tchs, and casts you a filthy look. “But I think maybe I’ll just mind my own business.”

The face he makes is so awful and hot-blooded that you laugh, truly and earnestly, enough that a headache pulses to life. You wince, and the stream of pain that shoots down the middle of your skull brings back that image of Kirishima’s action-thriller: blood and knives, the sound of skin on skin, a fist against cheekbones, the ugly snap of breaking—

“Oi.”

Bakugou is closer than before, when you’re grounded back inside yourself. At least no pots have been broken this time. Less to clean up.

“Sorry,” you shoot him an apologetic smile that you know he must hate. “It’s just so—” your hand feels like it’s made of lead, but you drag it up to massage slow circles into your temple, trying not to grit your teeth and worsen the pounding in your head. “So loud sometimes.”

He’s silent until the pain ebbs out, and when you can blink without flinching, you peek up to catch how intently he’s watching your face. In the night like this, his eyelashes seem darker, longer, a kind of haunting beauty you would dream about, if you could get some sleep.

Again, you think of Kaminari’s horror movie, legs pressed against Mina’s under the heavy comforter she’d brought down from her room. It’s warm, the kind of pink, fluffy thing you’d imagine a girl like her to have—but it didn’t stop you from shivering every time you chanced a glance at Bakugou and found him already staring back.

The heat in your cheeks spreads to the back of your neck, so immediate that you think you might start sweating. “Dreams and stuff,” you murmur, by way of an explanation, “nightmares, sometimes.”

Bakugou's frown deepens, the muscle in his jaw tightening once as he grits his teeth. “What, you can just…hear that shit all night?”

“Usually,” you shrug, “It just comes in, you know? And I—” you steal another glance at him, aware, then, of just how intrusive you might sound. The veil of privacy is thin between you and others, and they don't often like being reminded of that. “Not for you, though. I don't—I don't get anything from you.”

And it's true, frustratingly enough. Not that you are ever intentionally peeking into anyone's head, but things slip through, occasionally—sudden reactions, wild, loose trains of thought. 

Bakugou's face twists, regardless, and you're reminded of all the times you've been forced to spar together, at Eraser's behest. One of the smartest in your class, quick on his feet and never without a plan; every time you've managed to get a hand on Bakugou, there's been nothing but a sea-shore calm.

It's hard to do and, at this point in your life, you've seen a thousand people try it—but he's the only one that's ever succeeded in keeping you at bay.

Nothing in his expression changes, but all your nerves spread to your voice until it shakes. “You're—I don't look in there, of course, but it's—you've always been…” Bakugou is terrible at taking compliments, you know that, almost as bad as you are at giving them. “Pretty, I guess.”

Awful, at giving them.

Embarrassment floods him, suddenly stained pink as he curls into himself. “Piss off,” he barks, and though he’s scowling at you in what must be disgust—you can’t help but to smile at how aggressively bashful he is.

You almost get the guts to make matters worse, just because you can. Admit how handsome you’ve come to find him, after the last few years, until his face is steaming in the sweet nighttime chill; the kind of intimacy you wouldn’t mind dreaming about again and again.

The absence of his thoughts are a comfort for your tired mind, has all the harsh edges of night fading into something a little easier to swallow, to breathe in. You know he does it on purpose as a strictly defensive move, but you almost want to thank him. For the quiet.

You don’t know if it’s from you or him, but when you reach a hand up to hover near his temple, the air buzzes between you, gently. Charged with that same thing that had you unable to look away from him in the common room only days ago. “In here, I mean,” you murmur, and the smile you pull on feels lame, but it’s as genuine as ever. “I don’t know, I don’t know how you do it. But it’s…nice.”

You’ve seen him die a thousand times.

Mostly in Midoriya’s dreams, sometimes in Eraser’s when he nods off during last period, but that horror—like many others, from that day—stains you all. When dinner is put away and showers are finished and the lights go out and the flood gates open, someone almost always relives the ugliness of it all; you’re more familiar with that moment than you are with any of your own.

Here and now, you close your eyes and see Jirou staring back at you, face beautiful and full of hope. You see Kirishima’s torn suit jacket and the blood on his cheek and the empty gun in his hand, the most dedicated secret agent. Aoyama is dreaming of his mother, something warm that makes you feel like you’re dazzling, too.

And yet—Bakugou is silent. Even right in front of you. Even after everything.

If anyone deserves the peace and quiet, you suppose it ought to be him.

“When’s the last time you got any sleep?”

You blink until his blurry figure is clear, and it’s like you can physically feel whatever energy you had left seeping from your body at the mere mention of sleep. “Maybe a morning or two ago,” you tell him truthfully, “I usually pass out after a few rounds of ‘throwin’ shit around’.”

Bakugou only stares at you as he digests the words, and once he’s gotten them down, he shakes his head before looking out over the mess you’ve made of the training field. With his head turned like this, you can take in the full weight of his scar—the one that’s wide and still baby-pink across his cheek. 

You almost get the guts to tell him he’s handsome. Almost.

Frustration is evident on his face when he looks back at you, but his voice comes out softer than you expect, like he's struggling to get out any words at all. “Can’t keep doin’ this,” he chastises. “Can’t be a Hero if you’re half asleep all the time. Gotta figure this shit out.”

“I am,” you give a lazy wave to your pots, “What’s wrong with this solution?”

“It's ass.”

“Alright, you have any better ideas, pretty boy?”

He bristles, visibly enough to have you snickering, and—you’re not sure what you expect of him; to continue his griping or leave you to your own devices, building his walls up high as he always does. Ever the fighter, ever the protector; maybe it’s a good thing, you tell yourself, because you’re weak like this and one of you needs to be thinking straight.

Despite his flush, there’s a playfulness to his grouchy expression, his raspy tone—and it has you leaning too far into things you don’t know how to name.

You never know what to expect of him.

There’s the slightest brush of skin against the back of your hand, and when you drop your eyes to the slowly-dwindling space between you—the rough pads of his fingers are touching you, gently. Softly enough to be the breeze, if it weren’t so warm.

You’re afraid to look at him, suddenly, like it will break whatever spell the night is casting over both of you; instead you press your lips together to stop their wobbling and the smile fighting to give you away. You’re waiting for that sea-shore calm, that quiet comfort, whatever it is he’s trying to offer you, strangely enough, in this moment. When you turn your hand over to catch his, the air buzzes again and the blood rushes in your ears.

You focus and—all you can see is your own face staring back at you. In a flash, like he’s cycling through his cards in a hurry, trying to find the best one.

You, across the arena during the entrance exam. You, in the locker room before the Sport's Festival. You, sitting in the common room during Christmas. You, ruined with tears and your own blood and covered in grime, on the darkest day of your life.

You, now. On the field in the stale light, prettier than you think you must look, for being so exhausted, the lines of your smile deep as you grin up at him.

—And then there's nothing.

The absence of noise is louder than anything. A stark, white silence that cuts through; a different world trickling away. A single touch and a little focus is all it takes to take root inside someone’s head and that’s always felt like a weapon, but now it feels like coming inside from a snowstorm, relief shuddering down your spine. Everyone else's fears and nerves and heartaches dissolve until they’re only a bitter taste at the back of your throat. Something far, far behind you

There’s just Bakugou. A strong silence that feels impenetrable, invulnerable to the outside. The steady beat of his heart is comforting in a way you didn’t realize it would be, has that bloody, dead-eyed image of him shifting into something else: another moment in Midoriya’s memories, of his silhouette standing in the sun, tall and fierce and alive.

Returned. Here and now with you, after numerous, unforeseen turns of events. You wonder if the ease surrounding you is his own, something else he’s sharing—or if this is just how it feels to be with him after so long. Maybe in the past it was different—you know it was; during the entrance exam, during the Sport’s Festival—but now you feel more relaxed than you ever have. A reminder that, no matter how dark the nights get, the sun is only just beyond the horizon. 

Returned, comforting and quiet.

(You won't know this until much later, but your hand will go slack in Katsuki's and his fingers will tighten around your own because he's not ready to let go yet. When your knees buckle, he'll already be there, awkwardly holding you up against his shoulder as his face flames and his eyes dart around the empty field, checking for any shitty snoops.

Ears is always up damn late, too, and there's a decent chance he'd get caught trying to haul you back to your room on the third fuckin’ floor, so there's really no better option than to gently lower you both to the grass. After a couple of minutes with no movement, the field lights will shut off and only the distant glow of the stars will remain.)

(You won't know this until much later, but Katsuki will arrange the both of you so that your head isn't slumped on the hard ground, but resting on the plush of his bicep, an arm around your shoulders so that the warmth can be shared between you both. His heart will pound hard enough in his chest to be worrisome, and every time you shuffle and scoot closer to him and nudge your nose into his sweater—Katsuki will fight to stay open and true, only honest with you in this wordless way.)

(You won't know this until the sun rises high behind your lids and your bones ache and he’s shown you things he could never say, but it's the best sleep you think you've ever gotten. With him, under the stars, surrounded by his calm and his constant.)

(You won't remember this but in your dream—your real dream, born from with solace Katsuki offers you—the morning will rise and settle in and he'll walk you back to your room despite the stares and in the elevator when you're alone, his lips will touch yours and you'll feel his  heart in your chest and his nerves in your stomach and his fear and relief all in one.)

(And right away, when you wake up, you'll finally have a name for this thing that's been blooming between you both for as long as you can remember—and he will, too.)

[adeleine-everyday]

hiii i've gotten a lot of nice messages lately so i hope you don't mind if i group some into one post!! my heart melts so much while reading these like you have no idea 💜💜💜💜 i'm so glad this blog gives adeleine a little more attention, she definitely deserves it <3

@emeraldstopaz @comix64

😭😭😭crying sobbing thwnk you a lot!!! wait no bc i'm so happy people like the way i draw her <33 ik my stylization of ado isn't 100% on model so i'm glad my little tweaks are well received!! and also the fact that i'm successfully dragging you down into the Kirby Hole like the rest of us. this is a threat 😈

GJCCTHDHTXHHFCJG HELLO???? THIS ASK IS SO NICE IM. LOWKEY IM REELING 🫶🫶 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST LIFE EVER @questforyellow YOU DESERVE AN AWESOME DAY TOO!! HEARTS FOREVER 💖💖💖💖 AAA IM TRYING TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING AS HEARTFELT AS HOW YOUVE WRITTEN BUT IM LITERALLY SMILING SO HARD TYTYTYTYTY YOU MADE MY DAY

[claymoresofinfamy23]

To the 158 people who put up with me. TYSM ILYSM but, why do you put up with my thirsty ass? lmao. (Let’s ignore the OUTRAGEOUS amount of asks I have lmao. I promise I’ll get to them.)

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[dipplinduo]

Fun fact about me: April 18th is my birthday! :)

And part of what I wanted to do to celebrate this year was to give back. Introducing * ~ a dipplinshipping birthday oneshot ~ * :

Rating: T

Summary:

Today was Kieran's birthday, but it was the last thing that mattered to him. In fact, he vowed it would never matter to him again. Instead, he would focus on things that would keep him strong: his battling, his strategizing, and his crown as the Blueberry Champion. His sister and the Elite Four won't stop asking him random questions, though, and if anyone brings up Juliana any more than they already have since she arrived as an exchange student, he's seriously going to lose it. But...why can't he stop thinking about her? And why is everyone acting so suspicious?!

A bittersweet birthday celebration fic for anyone who's had complicated feelings about their birthday. <3

Take this as a thank you to all of those who have followed my work and/or my Tumblr blog. I wouldn't have imagined having the support of this wonderful community on my last birthday, and I can't even begin to describe how encouraged and inspired I have felt to write since finding you guys. I have never written this much for this long, consistently, and your constant feedback and comments seriously brighten my day more than Juliana brightens up Kieran, LOL. Hope you enjoy this! <333

(And yeah, this fic is the "event based idea" that this poll was about. I thought it was so funny that some of you thought it was gonna be some devastating angst LMAOOOO. That's for after TTPD releases, tysm for the bday gift Taylor.)

[adagiorii]

To my followers who gaf about my OC lore (ilysm): I do want to do that breakdown of the symbolism of Eiko's uniform and other worldbuilding stuff that I mentioned on a recent post, the reason why I haven't done it yet is bc I have to explain other worldbuilding first and I want to make a proper post for that since it's important

I'm not ignoring your interest I just want to put some time into making that Lore Dump so it's as concise as possible

This is also a good time to say I see everyone who reblogs my posts and all of the sweet things you guys say so thank you so much, giving you all a big hug rn. You know who you are ❤️🫶

[ozlices]

nintendo het baiting w sidon and his fiancee only to pull the gayest shit ive seen in a While by having sidon renew his vows w link (they got married at the end of ruta’s quest in botw. obviously. clearly.) and giving him a power that lets him ‘stay by his side forever’. i see you husbands i am so glad your marriage is thriving. good for them. good for them. they also both have two hands for anyone who wants to pull any nonsense im js. there is room for yona she just has to understand link has held sidon’s heart for years first.

[lunarshadow04]

Cassie ! : D

I really like her design

OH

MY

GOODNESS

LOOK AT HER

EVERYONE LOOK AT MY PRETTY SUNFLOWER BEAN

THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU DREW HER SO PERFECTLY AHHHH 💜💜💜💜💜

[sassycordy]

mommy & daddy issues make you hot ig! happy 19th birthday stargate atlantis <3

[carniferous]

ohhh hold on more on the marauders (&co) heights pleasepleaseplease

i'm always so happy when i make a post as bait hoping someone will ask me to elaborate and then they do <3

okay so. as an adult james is an Incredibly average height think of the most average height and that's james. BUT (this is so important) he was considered Pretty Tall up until the age of like 15 at which point everyone else hit their second growth spurt and he didn't grow a single centimeter. he is the way he is bc he spent his formative years as a Tall Person but the funny part is that he continues to act like that in adulthood while being the most average-heighted guy around (honestly i think james is one of those guys that from certain angles appears a little shorter than they are. ppl sometimes think he's fibbing about his height but he's not)

i'm a tall sirius truther but as i discussed with @/foursaints i do think he is shorter than remus (we'll get to that). i think sirius has always just been tall for his age and height is just never smth he's ever thought about. in the same way that people with tall privilege think height doesn't matter (bc they HAVE height). everyone in his family is tall so sirius just always expected to also be tall. i imagine him in his room like ugh i wish i wasn't sooo tall it's kinda inconvenient being so statuesque and willowy (being 100% genuine) and regulus wistfully thinks about killing him with a rock

if i'm living my truth remus is and always will be a gangly lanky freakishly tall guy. HOWEVER i don't think he reaches full lankiness until like age 14-ish. what this means is that from their 1st through 3rd years of schooling sirius is taller than remus. and then all of a sudden remus has to crane his neck down to properly look at sirius. and sirius isn't used to being dwarfed by people so ofc he's very normal about this (going on about how annoyingly tall remus is now and blinking up at him so endearingly and impishly). isn't this so romantic....

regulus is the inverse to james i think he is the Most Average Height but he's a late bloomer and he doesn't hit that height until like 17. prior to that he was considered pretty short for his age. he pretends he doesn't gaf about this but being the shortest in his entire family for most of his adolescence is like an added sprinkle of salt on the hellish purgatory that is his entire existence. i like to think of him being 18 and james trying to do the Seductive Loom (the only workable flirting tactic he's got) and regulus is staring him Directly in the eyes without a single emotion on his face (he's blushing internally) and james abruptly has to go lie down to process this

[the-daily-spider]

what's your favorite species of:

spider

wasp

butterfly

moth

beetle

(bonus points if u include pics for each one)

AHHH AHH AHH OK OK!! This ask actually made me so excited I couldn’t even think about responding for a few moments cause I was stimming so hard. Oh my god. Ok. Wow this is a tough question.

Starting with spiders!!! Ok I KNOW there’s a lot of super cool/crazy/smart/venomous/absolutely buckwild species out there but my favorite is purely sentimental. It’s Tigrosa Georgicola. I see them everywhere where I live and they’re one of the first species I ever picked up. My phone screen is literally a photo of me holding one.

I’ve got a soft spot for wolf spiders anyways cause they purr and carry their babies on their backs and are just so gorgeous and big and amazing but this one especially is so good. One of the most docile species of spider I’ve handled, and their orange banding against their dark brown bodies is just so gorgeous. They’re literally tortoiseshell, what more could you want? And they get SO BIG it’s always such a delight finding one of these guys I love them so much

Next up wasp. Oh man big question. Lots and lots of good options and I am SO fond of paper wasps and mud daubers but I think if I had to pick a favorite it would be Auplopus carbonarius. They’re an absolutely TINY species of spider wasp that I’ve only had the pleasure of meeting once. Adults only get about 3/8” long. They also make little barrels to store food in!! And are great recyclers with their nests, they often take over old beetle burrows!! That’s so cool they’re like little home renovators. Here’s a pic of me holding one

Alright onto butterfly. This one’s a little harder since I’m not super into butterflies, but man there’s still definitely some really cool ones.

My favorite has gotta be Hamadryas feronia, aka the variable cracker. That entire genus is fucking gorgeous though, so shout out to some of the other species like the red cracker, ringless blue cracker, grey cracker, and the velutina cracker. Seriously just look up cracker butterflies. They’re all gorgeous. They also make a really cool cracking noise!! Look it up!!

Ok ok next! favorite moth. This is a REAL close toss-up between clearwing hummingbird moths and buff-tip moths. Vampire moths were also high up on the list, but I think buff-tip moths have to win. Phalera bucephala to be more specific. They’re just so delightful. Their camouflage is SO GOOD they really do look like such perfect little broken pieces of branch. It’s endlessly endearing. AND their caterpillars are such a pretty yellow color. Everything about these guys just makes me smile

Next is beetle!!! Ok I’m a basic bitch on this one sorry, but trilobite beetles have won my heart. I don’t have a specific favorite species within the genus, they’re all just amazing. It’s also really funny to me how big the difference is between males and females. The females retain their larval form as adults, which is already cool enough for any species, but it’s especially wild seeing how these guys’ larval form looks. There’s nothing about these guys that isn’t amazing to me

[illegiblehandwriting1]

Hey Illeg

I wanted you to know I ended up back on my... I don't even know what to call it anymore where I reread Smoke and Ashes and have feelings. Lots of long and not very cohesive writing later...

Think of it as a hypothetical where they catch up to Sky and end up at Lon Lon in Time’s era? Idk. I also have been reading MistressofInsanity19's stuff...

Malon wasn’t sure what first drew her attention to the girl. It might have been the yellow tunic, pants, chainmail, and sword. Lady knights weren’t completely unheard of but she hadn’t heard of any in recent years. The girl seemed rather young to be a knight. She couldn’t be much older than some of the boys her husband had brought for a visit and her hair was done up in girlish ribbons. Surely the queen would have wanted this kind of a skill to be celebrated. But what she realized with a start was the divinity and despair radiating from this girl in waves. This was not just a traveling Lady Knight. 

“Hello, Hon.” She tried to go slow, like when she first met the boys. All the same, the girl startled and hands went to her sword. She saw the girl’s face and suddenly realized who this girl might be. “Easy, Honey…” She held up her hands to both placate the girl and show she meant no harm. The young Zelda deflated. “So, which Zelda are you?” That brought the girl from frantic despair to wariness. 

“How do you know who I am?” 

“My husband is out traveling with 8 boys who share his name. That, and you look like you could be a spitting image of the queen when she was young enough that she could shirk responsibilities and come visit us without entourage or disguise. So whose Zelda are you?” And how in Nayru’s grace are you here out of your own era? But that string of questions would have to wait as Zelda’s eyes filled with tears. 

“Link said they call me Sun. He’s… they called him Sky.” There was a hesitation in her statement and the past tense had Malon immediately concerned. 

“My name’s Malon.” She explained gently. “My husband is the one the boys call Time.” She crouched and took the girl’s hands. “What happened to Sky, Dear?” 

Sun explained through tears that she’d received a letter from one of the other boys. A letter that her Sky had left the group. He’d run off after an opponent had revealed things about the boy's story. They’d been true as far as Sky and Sun believed. A curse on the hero’s spirit. And both the princess and the hero blamed themselves terribly for the whole thing. Sky had slipped away, going after the shadow himself to make things right. That had been the last she’d heard from them. Sun had gathered up everything she had left to her from remembering her life as the goddess and threw herself across timelines in search of her Link or the other Links to make things right. Malon listened, but in the meantime, lead Sun back to her cart, and packed up for the day.

“I know him. I know he’ll kill himself trying to fix this and I can’t let him do that again, not when it’s not his fault.” 

“It isn’t yours either, Dear.” She stopped Sun’s frantic words. Reborn goddess or not, she was still barely more than a girl. She put an arm around Sun. Sun tucked herself easily into Malon’s side. “I haven’t heard from the boys in a while. Now, you’ve had a long journey so far. For tonight, how about you come with me. I’ll take you home. We’ll see if I have any news of the boys and you’ll be able to rest if nothing else.” She’d write a message to the queen tonight and send it in the morning if there was nothing at home to go off of. But for tonight, the young Skyloftian was worn out and needed food and rest and a safe place to sleep. Sun agreed and Malon lifted the girl up onto the wagons seat. It was much easier than it should have been. If there were any doubts this little one was taking any better care of herself than what she'd told of her beloved...

--

Malon managed to get some fruit and milk into Sun during the ride home. It seemed to help buoy her up. And keeping the girl tucked into her side seemed to provide a simple comfort. 

There was a flurry of activity in the house once she’d arrived and put the horses away. There were several young men rushing through the house and from the garden. Whether by luck or divine intervention, the boys were here. But Malon was coming up short of the repeated faces she saw rushing around and when they finally took notice of the two of them… 

"Sun." It was Wild who noticed the two of them first. "How..." Wild shook his head. "Good to see you..." He trailed off lamely.

Malon tuned in to the shouts from a spare room.

"Hold pressure on that one for me. I'm almost done with this set..."

"Another potion..."

"Gettin' weaker Captain..."

"Plenty of fairies if..."

Malon swore quietly as she took it in. She didn't have to wield the Triforce to put together who the boys were speaking about, nor to hear that it was bad.

--

Wild had just stepped out to make elixirs. They had red potions and fairies in abundance, especially with Time’s fairy garden patch here... but he found himself facing Time’s wife who had a second person tucked under her arm. Sky’s Zelda. Hylia above this was bad timing. And wasnt that ironic... with everything Sky had told Wild about his Sun...

"I'm too late aren't I?" Sun whispered as she watched everyone's frantic activity. "He's already..."

"No no no..." Wild quickly crossed the living room to grip her shoulders. "He's alive. He's still alive."

"He's dying isnt he?" Sun was sobbing full force now.

"Hey..." Wild quickly moved to steady her. "Hey, wait a second..."

Sun was quickly descending into panic. She could see the rushing of activity and the grim looks weren't the look of a victory. They were the resigned looks of a vigil.

"Sun. Sun. Zelda. Please... I need you to breathe with me, ok?"

"I can't lose him."

"You haven't. But we need to calm down first, ok?" He counted out breaths for her to follow. He felt a sudden rush of sympathy for Four when he'd had to have some sense knocked into him after Twilight’s injury. Sun was trying but not succeeding at following his directions.His hands fluttered, not quite sure what to do. This was Sun. This was Sky’s Zelds. It was so much like when Flora panicked...that when the girl slumped into his shoulder, he sighed and put arms around her. He talked, both to process everything that he'd shoved away for later and to give Sun an anchor to cut through her panic. "We saw it. We saw his fight with Demise. We saw what happened. We saw the toll it took on him. Everyone saw what it took for him to win. Then, we caught up to him. We found him in the midst of taking on the Shadow, fighting that darkness. He was wounded..." and scared. Wild would not soon forget the naked fear in Sky’s eyes as he saw the chain for the first time in weeks. "and... The Shadow took the opportunity to strike him again. He deals in cursed wounds that don't heal quickly." Twilight's wounding had been bad but Sky? By the time they arrived he was almost as Injured as he'd been in the Demise fight. He had so many.

"but we've done this before..." it was shallow. Wild couldn't keep the apprehension nor the fear from his voice. "We rallied Twilight, he fought and held on until the Shadow let go. That's what it'll take for Sky. "

He ran himself so ragged...stretched himself so thin... does he even have the strength to fight?

Wild heard Sky’s heartbreaking words once they'd caught up to him after his strength and resolve finally gave out.

"Maybe then I will have done enough to atone... I'm sorry Zelda. I guess this is one promise I can't keep."

"Can I see him, please?" Sun finally begged after a minute of painful silence.

"Yeah" Wild shook himself and offered an arm like he would with his own Flora. "Come on, I'll take you there." Sun hesitated and Malon set a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll come with you." Sun nodded and let Wild lead the way to a separate room off a hallway.

Their presence cleared the flurry of other Links rushing around the room and hallway and let her see her beloved. Sky was guant, there were dark bags under his eyes and he was so pale he looked almost gray. Those plus his almost unnatural stillness sent a panic through her again. Was he breathing? She held her breath until she was able to see the rise and fall that showed life. Like a sudden burst of thunder, the others recognized her as she took three steps into the small room.

"Sun?!"

"How did you get here?" Similar questions were thrown out in degrees of Incredulity. She crossed the expanse to the bed where her Link lay still and gray. But he's still breathing. He's still alive. It gave her the courage to face the others. The ones who her failure had brought.

"Four wrote to me." She finally spoke. "He said you had some questions Sky wouldn't answer. Well, I'm here as a second source and with all my memories from being Hylia." Her beloved said that the others had trouble with the goddesses. She needed to give them something else to blame rather than her Link. If they had someone else to hate, then they'd be able to put their bitterness for Link aside temporarily right? "What do you want to know?" None of them would look at her suddenly. Not even the scarred Champion. Every inch of her trembled under the weight of so many pairs of eyes turned to her with fury like the demon lord himself. She continued speaking.

"Your enemy said Sky cursed you, but it is only part of the story. Demise set a curse on the Spirit of the Hero and the Blood of the Goddess. A death curse from a dying god. A death curse because Link killed him." The fact they didnt react to this said they somehow knew. "Link wasn't supposed to have to fight him. He was the failsafe. Hylia shed her divinity and was reborn as a Mortal with the intention of reawakening her memories and then being able to use the Triforce and destroy Demise. But I was too late..." She took a deep breath, fighting to keep her voice level. It was almost easy to think of Hylia as separate. She was. But the memory of that chaos. "So Link took up the Triforce, fought the demon lord and his master and ended it. If there's someone you need to focus your anger on, it is not Link. You might as well blame the one who wasn't strong enough to stop Demise in the first place." Her voice cracked. "Blame me. Not him."

"Zel..." an exhausted, broken voice came from behind her, where she'd set herself between her beloved and these others. He was struggling to get up. "What are you..?" Several sets of hands moved to try to help her keep him from getting up.

"Don't strain yourself, Love."

"Please. She isn't a part of this." Sky still strained passed the hands, bargaining with the other heroes. "Give me a little time and we'll both leave. You'll never have to..."

--

Malon heard the words, Sun trying to draw the ire of the heroes to herself rather than her Link. Sky, trembling and injured and weak begging for the others to not harm Sun. And they both seemed to believe this was needed

"You're not leaving for a while, Sky." Her interjection parted the heroes and let her join Sun by the boy. "You're hurt and you're going to rest. No one will harm Sun." The words seemed to sink in and Sky allowed himself to be directed to lay back down and within moments, he'd slid back into unconsciousness. She was left with a stunned gaggle of heroes, a girl who was shaking as bad as her hero had been with the effort of trying to remain brave and put together. She finally shook her head and sent a silent prayer for wisdom and strength and spoke to the whole room.

“Alright. There's no reason to have everyone packed into here when there ain't much to be done here.” She turned to Hyrule and Warriors. “Now, are there any open wounds or any that are  actively bleeding?” The two heroes had a quick but silent conference. 

“No Ma'am” Warriors finally spoke. “The bandages are holding for the time being and the worst wounds were treated with more mundane methods.” Malon nodded. 

“Good. I don't see a reason for there to be more in here than a healer and someone to keep them company. Do you?” She directed her question at the boys and received shaking heads in response. “Then it's settled. Set who is on watch and the rest of you, I could use some help around the farm.” While the boys discussed watches, Malon put an arm around Sun. “Is there anything you need, Hun?” 

Sun shook her head. She was trying not to cry again. “Can I please stay with him?” She begged. 

Malon’s heart ached for the girl. “Of course you can stay with him.” She assured. “In fact...” With the assurance that Sky’s wounds had been at least sealed and bandaged, Malon scooped up Sun and carefully set her next to Sky on the bed. “I can think of nothing better than having you cuddled up with him.” Sun hesitantly took her beloved's hand, then after a moment, buried her face in an unbandaged shoulder. Malon took a blanket from the foot of the bed and carefully tucked the quilt around the two Skyloftians. The boys had dissipated by the time she finished, leaving her with Hyrule and Wild. She turned to them with half a question before Wild spoke up. 

“We'll keep an eye on them.”

--

She assigned the boys to chores to hurry and put the ranch to bed for the night. She took up residence in her kitchen. With Wild on injured watch, it was unlikely the others hadn’t thought about food. Sun's slight frame as Malon had lifted her into the cart and then again onto the bed concerned her. Neither one of them should be that... worn. She started a simple meal. Maybe she'd be able to get at least Sun to eat something substantial. While she worked, the debating and arguing of some of the others caught her ears.

"Why wouldn't he just explain it?" Legend groused. "Why'd we have to trust Four's insane ex-boyfriend to show us all of that. Lolia Beneath, why didn't Four tell us about the letter?"

"Because none of you idiots were functioning like adult Hylians!" Four burst out at the accusations against him. "The way everyone reacted to the news that Shadow gave about Sky..."

"How hard is 'oh by the way, I got the full story?'" Warriors shot back.

"That I got it from Sun and there was so many details that the Shadow had left out? You wouldn't listen to me, Cap. You've never heard me out..." The others were joining in now, pausing in their tasks to join was what quickly becoming a shouting match. Accusations were being thrown around until Malon finally ventured from the kitchen. They all were missing the point and so wrapped up in their own point of view they weren't looking to see anything or anyone else's view. The continued thread seemed to be why hadn't Sky just told them the story. Why would Sun word it like that? Sky and Sun's actions had just seemed to prove the Shadow's words as true. A sharp whistle abruptly stopped the arguments as they all turned to her.

"Boys. Have you ever thought that those two kids fully believe that they are to blame and that they deserve whatever ire they get from y'all?” that shut down several comments as some mouths snapped shut and in contrast several others’ mouths dropped open in shock. "there was nothing to explain because as far as they knew there was nothing to refute." She loved the boys dearly but all of them were being hard-headed and stubborn.

"And I can't believe any of you were foolhardy enough to believe that this Shadow who you've all stated as an enemy would listen to anything it says as having more than just enough truth to make y'all do this." She threw out her arms in an encompassing gesture.

The knock at the door startled everyone. It was too late for any sort of polite visitors and the ranch's neighbors were fairly distant just by nature of the property. Time grabbed his gilded sword and went to the entryway to answer it. The others in the living room strained to listen for some kind of indication of trouble. There was a murmur of conversation and then the eldest stepped back into the room with a cloaked figure at his side. Shortened, greying-blonde hair stuck out from the mask and cowl and covered a red eye. 

“Hello, Sheik.” Malon recovered first. “I was going to write a letter but it seems you beat me to it.” 

“I had a vision.” Sheik replied shortly. “Things are precarious tonight. What has happened?” The situation with the Chosen Hero and Goddess Reborn was laid out. Sheik took the information in, then nodded once. 

“I have something I can do. But I will need assistance.My magic is not as great as it was when I was young. Link?” The address had 6 responses. Sheik's expression flashed a momentary annoyance

“Hero of Time.” Sheik turned to the hero in question, who stood up straighter. 

“Yes?”

“I will need your help.” 

Time nodded and Sheik turned suddenly to Legend. 

“I also sense my magic in you, Descendent-from-a-different-future. Can you use your abilities?” Legend paled briefly. 

“I don't have much natural power of my own...” He fidgeted with his rings. 

“Can you lend what you do have?” Legend considered, then nodded. 

“Good, come.” The three of them stepped down the hall just out of earshot before Sheik turned again. 

“One more item of importance. Do you both have a genuine interest in seeing this boy healed?” There was a moment of shock to process the words before Sheik turned to search first Time’s face, then Legend’s. 

“Your aid must be freely given to be effective. If you have reservations, it is better if you do not offer your magic. So I ask again. Do you wish to help without reservation or regret?” 

There was a painful moment of self-reflecting silence. 

“I need to fix this. I'm going to help.” Time answered quietly. 

“I don't actually hate the guy and no one deserves to suffer like that...”

“Good. Come.”

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