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whotfislai · 6 months ago

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ㅋᩚ ㅋᩚ Too sweet skater girl | le ssera, yunjin!

pairing huh yunjin & fem reader. lesbians 🔛🔝

genre fluff (in my personal opinion 🤓☝)

doei speaks! hot skater girl yunjin what more do i need to say? ++ dividers came from xxbimbobunnyxx <3

it was around 11:20 p.m. and you were currently at your local skate park practicing some moves you'd seen done on tiktok.

the atmosphere was something special around this time. the moon had illuminated you and the rest of the park, with the help of some nearby streetlights, and no one else was in sight.

your headphones were blasting in your ears, and all you could hear was your favorite song.

too sweet by hozier. (even if its not we're PRETENDING it is 🤓)

everything felt more comfortable in times like these. nobody was around to bother you, and it felt as though your responsibilities and pressures had drifted away from you, even if the feeling lasted simply for an hour.

you'd take that over nothing.

you were too focused on nailing this one trick that you just couldn't seem to get, sitting on the ledge of the vert-ramp, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FU—" you exclaimed as the person clearly startled you. you jumped and shifted to the left to see who tapped your shoulder when your jaw practically dropped.

the HOTTEST, and i mean HOTTEST, girl you've ever seen was crouched right next to you.

her hair was like a washed out orange color, it kinda reminded you of fall and how you'd sometimes spot brown-ish leaves on the ground. she had on a black cap and an over-sized white shirt and some baggy jeans (no nct😔✊🏾).

what interested you the most was the skateboard she had resting beside her. pantone 7453c, also known as fearless blue, and had the phrase "IM FEARLESS" plastered on it in graffiti style.

the girl tilted her head and had a rather confused look on her face. "i was watching you from over there," she pointed to the other side of the street, "and i couldn't help but notice something. were you attempting the madonna a few minutes ago?"

you opened your mouth to respond and-

"goddamn, you're so fine."

...

"you know you said that out-loud, right?" ... "i did?"

... "SHIT I DID!"

the girl only laughed at your response. now if you were her in this situation, you would've left right around now.

you didn't want to even imagine how cringe you probably sounded to her, but when you focused on her expression, she looked almost flattered by it.

"you're not too bad yourself. y'know, you're lucky i'm into girls. maybe you've got a shot." she winked at you, and your hands flew to your face in an attempt to hide the flustered reaction her words caused you, which was followed by her bursting out in laughter only harder this time.

the atmosphere in the skate-park had now changed in only a few minutes of talking to her, and to be 100% honest, you weren't exactly mad at it.

instead of being annoyed by the sounds of her loud-ass laughter, you were infatuated by it. she had this charm factor about her.

"s-shut up talking like that! i don't even know your name, do you flirt with every girl you see?" you exclaimed. she could tell you were trying your best to cover up how embarrassed you were so she went with it.

"nah, i just flirt with the cute ones," she grinned, "the name's yunjin."

yunjin..yunjin. you swore you've heard that name before.

smiling back at her, you extended your arm and dapped her up. "i'm (yn). y'know, is it just me or does your name sounds familiar?"

"i mean no shit it's familiar, it's literally my name."

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"

you rolled your eyes at the girl. she winked again before pulling out her phone. as you stared the case you could see it read, "HUH YUNJIN."

huh yunjin. huh. that name really sounds SO familiar.

the feeling of, "do i know her," overtook your mind and you began spacing out. so much so that you didn't even realize she had put her phone back in her pocket and was now standing beside you.

yunjin called your name but got no response.

she called your name again.

yunjin then proceeded to kick you in the leg which seemed to do the trick.

"ow, what the hell!" you hissed, clutching your leg in pain. she only shrugged. "stop thinking so hard then and ride me. I MEAN—ride WITH me."

"nuh-uh, don't try to clean it up now! you basically just asked me to have se-"

"SHUT UP AND GRAB YOUR SKATEBOARD (YN) I'M GONNA TEACH YOU THIS TRICK!"

and so that was the night you learned how to do the madonna.

you were headed to the skate park to meet your favorite girl, yunjin. after your first meeting, the two of you exchanged numbers and met up often.

it had become somewhat of a routine of yours. you'd wake up, do whatever boring shit you needed to do for the day, go home, and wait until around 11 before leaving to hang out with her.

something about yunjin was a breath of fresh air to you. i mean, you two had gotten so close that you began sharing some of your thoughts with her, even the non-skateboarding related ones.

no matter how late it was, she was there to listen, and something about that in itself made you feel...

loved?

maybe cared for was a better way to put it but whatever the feeling was, you wanted to feel that way forever.

and you hoped you made her feel the same way.

as you made it to the park your eyes instinctively scanned over the area for her but... she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

usually when she was running late she'd text you as a heads-up so this concerned you. i mean what if something happened to her? it is pretty late, what if she had been kidnapped or something?

but then again, knowing her, she'd probably piss off her kidnapper.

.... WHICH COULD RESULT IN HER MURDER??

you whipped your phone out of your pocket and called yunjin, hoping she'd pick up and just say she didn't feel like coming, as long as she was safe it didn't matter.

"hey (yn), you-"

"yunjin are you okay?"

there was a pause.

"oh i'm fine. i totally forgot to text you didn't i? i'm just grabbing something but i'm on my way now."

you smiled. not just because she was still coming but just knowing everything she okay made you feel at ease. but this feeling of gratitude didn't last long before she added, "it's cute that you worried about me."

even through the phone you could hear her smirking. of course you had to fall for such a cocky, beautiful, talented, kind human being. yunjin had every quality that you wanted in a partner but you weren't 100% sure she reciprocated your feelings.

i mean sure, she flirted with you, but then again one time you two went to target and she almost got the cashiers phone number sooo..

"whatever loser, i just didn't need my friend getting kidnapped. it'd totally kill my vibe." you lied. she let out a hum before saying she was close, so you two hung up.

it was only four minutes later when she showed up, target bags in one hand, skateboard in the other. she joined you on the bench, setting one of the bags next to her feet and the other on her lap.

"you didn't go back to see that cashier, did you?" you questioned, half joking but half serious. yunjin laughed. "(yn) jealous era?"

you only shrugged and let out a quiet maybe. she shook her head, "don't worry, i'd never dream of it when i've got you."

AHEM??

her statement shocked you to say the least. internally, you were freaking out. yunjin could tell.

before you could reply back, she stopped you. she opened the bag, and pulled out two spray paint cans.

"what're you planning to do with those?" you pointed to the cans. "yunjin's in her artist era now?"

she giggled at your teasing. every interaction you two had was just fun, this type of relationship felt so carefree...if that made sense? the both of you just kinda let go with one another.

she pointed towards your skateboard, "i thought we should make yours look actually cool? plain is totally boring."

"well you say that like yours is better? like what? are we gonna match or something?" you joked.

yunjin scratched the back of her head, slightly moving the position of her cap in the process. "well...i kinda wanted to.."

the look on her face after saying this was different than anything you've seen from her. it was more nervous, unsure of herself, non-confident.

she felt tense as your eyes scanned over her face. it was as if you were studying her expressions, could you really tell a change just from that?

yunjin cleared her throat in an attempt to take off some pressure, "unless you don't want to. that's cool."

she avoided eye contact until you put your hand on-top of hers.

"it's cool."

you two sat there quietly, digesting the conversation, before moving. the silence was nice. you two rarely had moments like that before but you noticed they were happening more often.

you two could be just talking and suddenly it'd get quiet. you'd look at yunjin, she'd look at you, and it was like your eyes spoke.

if looks could talk, you two would've been together by now.

"this looks like shit."

"(yn)!! don't say that, we haven't even finished!"

but it was true, your skateboard looked so bad. if anyone else had done this to it, you would've freaked out. but it was yunjin.

she insisted on continuing although it was basically ass, so you two continued. after about twenty minutes she finished (you tapped out around the ten minute mark and opted to lie in the grass instead).

"all it has to do is dry now." she stated, walking to lie next to you.

the sky looked so pretty at that moment. the stars covered everywhere your eyes could see, and the moon, the moon shone as brightly as ever.

but something else was prettier in your opinion. you turned your head and met the eyes of yunjin, who was staring at you with the softest expression. to her, you were perfect like this.

"yunjin, you're staring."

she sighed, letting out the softest, "i know."

you two were doing the thing again. staring that led to nothing else, unfortunately. yunjin might've realized that too, because she turned her head back to the night sky.

it fell silent. a comfortable silence.

but this isn't what you wanted. something came over you, and it was urging you to just confess. you really like yunjin. that's a fact.

if you had a wikipedia page, there'd be a section all about your love for yunjin.

okay that might be an overstatement but you get the point.

you inhaled quietly before turning back to face her, it's now or never. well not literally but this is the perfect time.

she felt your eyes shift and turned to look at you.

"yunjin," you grabbed on the bottom of your shirt out of anxiousness, "i don't know...i don't know if you know this already but, i like you. and i'm not saying this lightly, i'm certain of it. everything about you is perfect to me and i've never felt this way about anyone else. you're so-"

you were cut off by her lips gently pressing against yours.

the kiss was short but sweet. you wouldn't have traded it for the world. and after she pulled away, it left you wanting more.

"i know that was sudden but uh, you just looked so fucking good. and i thought since you like me, and i like you too, it'd be cool."

you nodded your head slowly. "don't worry, it was cool. i really liked it."

she nodded too. "y'know, you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen. i'm overall glad i met you."

with that being said, you and yunjin laid together in the grass, under the moonlight, knowing by tomorrow you'd be more than friends.

and that was a nice thought.

"hey yunjin, can i ask you something?" you whispered. by this point, she was laying on top of your chest, fighting off sleep.

"mhmm..." she muttered.

"what was in the other bag?"

yunjin rubbed her eyes and yawned. "oh. y'know how you were going on and on about my name being familiar?"

you hummed and she continued saying, "turns out there's an idol with a similar name to me, huh yeo-jin, whoever the hell that is i dunno. so i bought some photo-cards of her."

oh. you laughed.

who the hell is that?

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! i'm not sure if i did skater girl yunjin justice in this, i might write more abt her like this cause she's hot.

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3!

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unohanabbygirl · 1 year ago

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Thread on the hairstyles of everyone in FMN because why not?

Starting off strong (get it?) we have Jace who’ve I’ve granted grace and given a nice standard haircut. Anything too short is a no for him and mullets give the guy war flashbacks so this is his comfort look.

Out of all the Stark men his hair is the least curly, more wavy than anything but if he grew it out there would be a lot more bounce to it. Thankfully he’s kept up with the family tradition and decided to retain some nice length. Whenever Baela’s board she cornrows it just to see how red his scalp will turn from irritation.

One time she posted her work to twitter but made sure to let everyone know he’s legally biracial so it’s fine.

Next in we have baby Joffrey who’s hair is the curliest out of both his brothers plus Harwin. Its got some natural highlights and is very bouncy. The kid loves his hair even though he likes to act as if it’s whatever and hides the dozens of haircare products beneath the bathroom sink. He’s a shea-moister and curling cream junkie but don’t let him hear you say it because he’ll deny, deny, deny and insist his hair just looks like that fresh out of bed. Not his fault he’s gods favorite.

One time he posted a thirst trap to his story while his hair was wet as he was straight out of the shower because he finally added a girl he’d been crushing on to his close friends. Sadly, he forgot his sister’s were in his close friends as well which led to him getting screen shotted and made fun of 😔

Mama Rhaenyra! Ugh, her hair is everything, very reminiscent of the stereotypical 90’s bombshell. Think Anna Nicole Smith but Pamala Anderson whenever she goes for an updo.

Nyra keeps her hair around shoulder length but will grow it out a few inches in the winter/fall before going back to the salon to get some length cut off because she misses the bob. Loves hairspray like its her best friend and thinks dry shampoo is the holy grail of all hair products. The love this woman has for her hair was passed on through Joffrey and everyone knows it.

She’ll cry and be down in the dumps for the rest of the day if her salon trip leaves her with harsher layers than she wanted (me too babes, me too)

Rhaena said she was serving cunt once after getting some minor highlights + a blowout and hasn’t stopped smiling since.

Laena! What can I say? She’s a simple woman.

Her hair is always giving effortless but takes a bunch of time and heavy maintenance. Its the perfect combo between that messy running across the beach look while still very glamorous. She isn’t big on big brands or factory made products like some people… so her main hair care items are water based, all natural things like olive oil and rice water, and only applies heat every once in a blue moon. The last time an actual hair dryer ever touched her hair was when the twins were still in middle school.

Very simple woman when it comes to styles, likes a pretty low bun with a few strands pulled in front of her face and if she’s feeling adventurous will clip on a faux bang that she styled to match her hair since she’s too afraid to commit to cutting real ones. (Again, me too.)

Baela is my favorite because I’m a sucker for women with short hair. No woman has ever looked ugly with short hair and thats that.

Baela has never cared for long hair mainly because she’s a sports girl so its very hot. Plus she can’t keep a hair tie for shit, you could buy her a pack of 100 elastic hair ties and they’d all go missing in a month tops. Another reason she rather keep it shaved down is because its not as much hassle, however she’ll have her moments where she chooses to grow it out because she loves the 90’s Halle Berry and Nia Long vibe that comes with short hair on the longer side when its all styled up.

Currently her hair looks closer to the style on the left but will prob go back to something similar to the cut on the right soon.

Gonna make a part two and three because I can’t add more pictures 😭

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arytha · 2 years ago

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Talking about OCs post!

Daniel and Daniel (the Dannys): Twins that work on the moon station overlooking The World, alongside Yuri. Both of them present as male, and look almost identical, but one of them Did transition from their assigned birth gender (no one knows which one). And that's a side thing. Their main thing is that they're Yuri's direct assistant/task errand boy and they only recieve one salary, because only one of them actually joined the station in the first place (the other's application was denied). Other than Yuri, few people realize there are actually two of them, and they both constantly get mistaken for the other. Due to loving mischief they both are completely fine with this 👍 and encourage the chaos surrounding them because the observation station gets boring. they've both been there for as long as Yuri and Xena have. Danny tends to be a part of shenanigans even if they didn't start it.

Gawain: (working name for now) The accounting director. He is in charge of the observation station's funding aqcuisition and researcher salaries, and hasn't been seen by those outside the accounting division for the few hundred years he's been on the station. But recently he's been trying to change that! To fit in, not only is Gawain studying really hard about basic human interactions, but has also changed his form to look (what he thinks) the most pleasing to the eye. So he has blonde hair, green eyes, and if you didn't listen closely you'd think he was a womanizer and a playboy. If you look closely, you'd notice that while he chats people up (and seems to truly enjoy doing so), he never makes a move on others and keeps his hands and limbs politely to himself.

Millennium (Mimi): Mimi's the hardest to succinctly describe because she's more of a major character while also being incredibly minor. She was meant to be the protagonist of her own story before I firmly decided on Era's, but I retooled her while also keeping some of her original setting. So! Mimi is a ghost, she was brutally murdered, and she is currently stuck in Data (the embodiment)'s personal home server. Mimi originally hailed from a ~2000s like period on Era's planet, enjoyed computers, and had hardly begun learning their version of Basic before her untimely death 😔 So, newly minted ghost lands herself in the universe's most detailed database ran by the embodiment of actual data, and this ghost learnt how to play with more advanced machinery and code in 10 days with little to no prior exposure. what do u do. She's slated to become Data's girlfriend. Eventually. She's got a super bright and playful personality to contrast with Data's serious one 🥺 and creates super neat code with concise comments and emoticons scattered within. also super keen on vengeance but it happens really easily for her

Side note/setting for Era and Millennium's world while I'm here:

Naming habits on era's planet tend to place importance on chronology and keep time meticulously, and its not uncommon for parents to choose names based on the day their child was born, especially if it coincides with a large change in dates.

So era, originally born december 31st, xx99, is born at the end of an Era. Millennium, born the next day on january 1st, x000, is the beginning of a new Millennium. (and someone *really* messed up on writing the fates for this batch of new souls)

#Mara's Shit #Danny #Mimi #Gawain #OCs #i really love the dannys 🥺 they're supposed to be a good foil for how serious yuri is all the time #and mimi is my new baby everyone say hi to mimi. i am rotating her in my head #also Millenium = Millenium bug #mimi = meme = memetic exposure = a real ghost in the machine on a network

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golddustedqueen · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

13! Tho one of them’s cowritten so maybe 12? Hopefully it’ll be up by one in a week or so tho~

2. what's your total Ao3 word count?

149,077 words! Probably like another ten thousand+ in wips

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently it’s mostly Genshin, but I’ve written for BNHA and Black Butler before and plan to write more BNHA and break out into at least bsd and possibly Voltron?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Benedictions of the New Moon (E) (490)

Forever Mine Even Your Breath (E) (326)

Love Me Honey Like Ambrosia Wine (E) (300)

I Love You Most But I’m Not Worthy (E) (274)

When Wind Meets Grief and Divinity (E) (250)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yeah! I love interacting with readers! If i don’t then it’s usually that i saw it, meant to respond, and forgot😔 its the ADHD

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably When Wind Meets Grief And Divinity (E)? Forever Mine, Even Your Breath (E) is probably also pretty angsty, both are VERY dead dove do not eat so beware!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooh I dunno, I think maybeeee Its a Love Story (E)? I do think that ending is soooo cute! Oh and True Soul Bound To True Soul(T)!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think I’ve gotten like one hate comment? Definitely have gotten some slightly annoying comments tho^^; readers pls, asking me to update does not make me go faster😭

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Smut is what I like writing the most! I love writing kinky queer smut, no one’s cis or straight in my fics

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don’t really tend to? Not on my own at least, I’ve cowritten/rp’d/brain rotted a few but never finished or published anything.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Gosh i hope not! If you see my fics anywhere but ao3 they’re likely stolen!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of but if anyone would ever want to do so id welcome it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah! Loads of times! Most aren’t published tho and likely will never be, you can find the singular published cowritten fic on my ao3! Black Butler: House of Gold

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh man I have to pick???? I don’t think i can! But I definitely love writing xv the most so far!! Smth abt them gives me violent brainworms

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably this one firefighter xiao/single mom chem major venti au i have, its plotted out pretty heavily and its super cute buuut i dunno modern aus aren’t my favorite to write and I have so many other ideas, but who knows! Maybe ill get brain worms for it eventually!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Id say prooobably my descriptions??? And world building?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Repetitiveness for sure, tho i think im getting better at not repeating constantly

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think its a great idea!! I do it a bit in my fics, a word here and there with translations, and I think it helps like i dunno pull their culture in? Also I think sometimes the English version of certain words don’t have the same Impact yknow?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

…One Direction… i had like the beginnings of a whole fantasy au written out at one point and i had a sorta shadow hunters au started too

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Ooh thats a tough one!! I looove Benedictions of the New Moon (E) so much but i also love Treat Me Right (E) and Its A Love Story (E), those two are very much labors of love but i also think they’re really interesting!! Our Love Is Holy (E) is also one of my favs because it was the first time I wrote Venti the way I see her, a genderfluid transfemme! And it’s just so sappy even though its filthy

#my writing #xiaoven #my fics #shinkami #black butler #i stole this from sucrosette #its fine they love me~

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puphoods · 1 year ago

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ok so emoji ask thing. for claire my Beloved. 🍩 donut 🌙 moon 🍁 maple leaf ✏️ pencil 🎵 music note 🌪️ tornado and 🌠 shooting star. i will not apologise for so many. i love this guy

claire. sweep.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat? he doesnt really have a huge sweet tooth but i think he likes like. pastries and stuff... also honey. get this guy some baklava

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it? this is hard to answer... i think his "greatest wish" is justto have a reliable and loving family + to have the people around him safe. ive talked about that maintaining the life he builds for himself is the most important thing to him once he has it and that later in his story/past where it would end and later into his life his family + friends are his main focus. but before annies death her inclusion in his life is a large part of that as well even though his attempts to give her more chances and to allow her time to change were putting himself and the others in danger. so who can say...

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why? probably... spring

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them? eek not really... 😔😔😔

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them? my short and pitiful claire playlist...

knives out by radiohead too but thats on annies playlist... its relevant to both of them though. idk what kind of music he would listen to probably his taste would not be like whats on his playlist though. i really need to go through this again and sort it and find more songs to add i feel like its much weaker than my other oc playlists even if its longer than some (guy who struggles so so much to find oc music)

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version? visually i dont think hes changed much... i dont draw him w makeup anymore and his hair is much thinner/straighter bc i feel it suits him better. character wise hes much less angry + hostile to others... especially after he has more of a support group. he originally was very abrasive and mean and that didnt change all that much as time went on and he is still not the friendliest or nicest person but its toned down a bit. this is a funny one to answer rn though bc i currently want to really overhaul my ocs and theres a few things about him i want to change up but im not quite sure how im gonna go about that yet

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make? im taking this as much more fantastical than the other wish question. i think it depends when u asked him this... when he is with the fosters it would just be to be gone. through a lot of the story and for a while after her death it would be for annie to come around and listen to what he has to say... and of course what i said earlier

#answered asks #claire #my ocs #as u may gather from the playlist a lot of his character + mindset is just. denial and refusal to accept the truth #about things that he doesnt want to be true. hes very stubborn and its why it takes so long for the actual confrontation between him and #annie to happen

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milkyplier · 1 year ago

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YES I DID AND WATCH ME. I’LL DO IT AGAIN.

A sword was pointed to Dev's throat and he didn't flinch. He held Time's gaze as he raised himself back to his full height, which wasn't much.

BEAUTIFUL. I’ve read tons of fics where Legend found himself on the other end of a blade and he flinched and like. Understandable. But like me, from my viewpoint/preferences as a Legend stan I have ALWAYS WANTED TO SEE HIM NOT FLINCH AND YOU GAVE THIS TO ME AND IM LIKE I WILL RIDE THIS HIGH TO THE MOON—

"Several thousand years ago, I was in his position," he pointed at the sword at Hyrule's feet. "Watching a very confusing scene play out. Simply put, back when I was still very hylian and very mortal, the previous spirit of the Master Sword decayed and passed. Fable and I used a ritual to replace Fi with my own soul, so when I died, I would be able to guide the next hero on their journey like Fi had done for me.”

Sky made a sort of strangled noise while Hyrule's attention snapped rapidly to the blade at his feet.

"So Legend is..." Warriors trailed off.

"Currently watching this play out while trapped inside the sword. He'll be back, when he learns how to switch forms, at which point I'll return to sword form myself since he'll be lacking a weapon. Until then, you're stuck with me."

This part was so funny to me!!! Imagining everyone staring at the sword on the ground and there being a few seconds of silence like “…well this is awkward” and Dev being like *internally* [cringes] mmmm I remember this moment RIP me 😭💀😔” and then Legend actually inside the sword like “???? UM???? HELLO????????????” AMAZING 10000000000/10

He looked over the camp and smiled softly. He looked down at the sword that was now laid beside Hyrule.

"I can't tell you how it works," he quietly told his past self. "It's a mind block, we weren't meant to become physical like I am, but it's possible. There's a magical mind block there and you need to break it before you can change your form. Once you do, you'll no longer have your sword since you are your sword. I'll replace it when that time comes. This is your quest after all, I've had my fair share, this one included."

He couldn't hear Legend's response, but he recalled the sarcasm he had aimed at Dev when he had been in Legend's position.

I love this so much. Dev remembers exactly how he felt in those moments, knows exactly what he needed to hear at the time. He knows how to help himself, like the hero he is. It just speaks to his character, his wisdom, his experience a lot. That interaction is just so satisfying to me, as well as the thought that when Legend finally manages to get the hang his new form, Dev will become his sword. Like. I JUST LOVE THAT SO MUCH. LEGEND IS SO FREAKIN COOL. His confidence in himself, his skill as an average nobody who has had to pull himself out of tight spot after tight spot, and is doing it again now. Idk if that makes sense but HANFNFNSHAJKDF SO COOL IT MAKES ME SO GIDDY

This time, the pain was far more unbearable, it tore at his very being, his magic, his soul, and it tried to rip at his memories.

A sort of ding echoed as an arrow was blocked by a crystal body.

He couldn't think, everything hurt but all that mattered was protecting him. Was keeping him safe.

A fire rod appeared in his hand from his pouch, crystal becoming flesh as he twisted around Hyrule, moved past the burning, tearing sensation, and a billow of flames drove the nearby monsters back as he nearly collapsed.

1) LEGEND WHUMP WOOHOOOOOOOO

2) MMMM. THE IMAGERY, THE FEELING. BEING ABLE TO SEE LEGEND IN A FI-LIKE FORM, HEARING THE ARROW BOUNCE OFF CRYSTAL SKIN, FEELING THE PAIN AND STIFFNESS AS HE FORCES HIS NEW BODY TO MOVE EVEN WHEN HE DOESN’T EVEN FULLY KNOW HOW YET. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YOU SLAYED

Everything burned and froze. It hurt and he didn't know how to think or anything and it just broke. Everything shattered.

Legend didn't remember doing so, but he remembered hearing someone scream in pain and he remembered everything else just shutting down.

He only registered it trying to pull him back, trying to force him to conform and do as it wanted him, and it took far too much willpower, far too much pain, so much so he couldn't even remember his name nor why he was fighting so hard, before it all snapped.

Silence.

"Shh, there you go—take it easy. No, no—don't breathe. It makes things worse.”

He held his breath.

"Good, now you know how to see, focus on just that."

AGAIN. THE FEELING. And then I LOVED Dev telling him not to breathe, I thought that was such a great detail and also—you KNOW it’s Dev talking. You never specify that it’s Dev, but we KNOW.

Legend inhaled slowly and it felt wrong.

He pried his... eyes open, despite awareness of his surroundings already settling into his mind. Everything still felt so wrong.

He tried to make his vision clear and gradually it worked. The spottiness faded as he dispersed his magic more easily. The moment he raised his head, someone—Hyrule—was tackling him in a hug.

"Hey Rulie," Legend mumbled, dropping his head a bit stiltedly onto his shoulder. Speaking managed to feel wrong too, but it sounded fine.

"Hey," Hyrule breathed. "Don't you ever do that again."

"I don't think I could if I wanted," Legend hummed lightly.

"Traveler! Share!" A weight slammed into Legend's side. Wind was about half a head shorter than him, so the sudden hug wasn't too awkward. He couldn't help but laugh though, wriggling his arm out of Wind's hold to wrap it around him.

"Hi Sailor," he said softly.

Okay this will be the last one bc post is getting long and I’m starting to repeat myself but. One last time: THE F E E L I N G. I can FEEL Legend’s awkwardness in his new body and I can HEAR him trusting his own ability to speak, but speaking softly because it feels wrong and still being put lff by that.

Idk if any of this makes sense but—ITS JUST. SO GOOD. SO. SO GOOD IM CRYING ON THE INSIDE. TEARS OF JOY ITS JUST SO GOOD—

Also I tend to be a picky reader. I read a ton of fics, and there I plenty that I like well enough or even love—but there aren’t a ton that I have that I treasure and re read over and over and over again and keep close to my heart just for the comfort of remembering it, like an emotional support fan fiction, but this is definitely one of them <3 and your story “Pounding Rain” but that’s an entire other post of gushing <3

(Yep and my mommy flies those big commercial airplanes so. She needs her rest <3 yas fam I feel the same. Also I will join along to help you beat up anyone who badmouths your mom too)

Devotion - Chapter One

AO3 Link

Despite the young Hero of Legend’s best efforts, the spirit of the Master Sword faded after Ganon was defeated (the first time). Some years and five other adventures later, Link discovers a book that will allow him to help and guide the heroes that come after him like Fi did for him during his first adventure.

AKA my Sword Spirit Legend fic

TW: kinda suicide (temporary character death, he dies to become a sword spirit). Lots of mentions of death.

A loud thump sounded through the room and Zelda jumped. A book dropped on her desk by the teen who stood before her.

"It can be done," Link said, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "I can help them."

Zelda gave him an unsure look as she pulled the book toward her and flicked it open.

"Page 55," he told her.

She flicked through the book, finding and soon reading the aforementioned passage. Her eyes widened and she looked at Link in surprise.

He grinned. "We can do it. I can—I can help them."

She nodded slowly. "Right... Right. Between my sealing powers and your guidance, any future heroes and maidens can handle whatever comes for them. When do you want to do it?"

"I... As soon as you'd let me." He added in a far quieter voice, "I don't think I'll live much longer, anyways."

Zelda frowned, looking down at the book with a clear melancholy.

"Please, Zel. Do this for me?"

She sighed and nodded. "I will." She shut the book and stood. "Let's go."

Inside a clearing of thick forest, a large pedestal of stone sat. A golden sword with a hilt of green was laid down on the stone and two blond teenagers stood there, one holding the book, the other holding a knife.

"You're ready?" Zelda asked, looking over at Link.

He nodded, tightening his grip on the knife in his hand. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready. My house is locked up tight with all my stuff inside, and at worst, you'll come down with some guards and personally make sure everything is put somewhere safe, at best I'II be back to handle it myself."

She inhaled shakily. "Yes... Link— You really don't need to do this. You're still young."

"Zel. It's either this or... I don't know, but this will let us make sure that no matter what attacks Hyrule, what tries to destroy it, someone will be there to stop it. Forever, I'll be here to protect our kingdom." Link insisted. "And the other kingdoms too."

"But..." she sighed, shaking her head. "Alright. This is your choice... Kneel?"

He moved over to the sword and he knelt down, facing the blade. She stood behind him and held her hand out, her palm pointed to the back of his head.

Her hand began to glow a soft golden light.

She murmured lowly, words falling into a senseless stream that rolled over Link's mind and ears, filling it like cotton.

She slowly, gradually grew louder, repeating some sentences and others that were new. The light grew brighter and wrapped around him and the sword.

The light became thicker, swirling almost spherically around him, Zelda chanting in an ancient language far predating their ancient Hylian. The golden flecks within her eyes seemed to glow, mirrored exactly in Link's eyes despite them being squeezed shut and such luminosity being left unseen.

Link lifted the knife to his throat. Zelda's voice trembled as it rose and the golden magic thickened. The sword rose up in the air, lifted by the golden light.

Zelda's voice hit a high and Link slit his throat.

Bright light erupted. Zelda closed her eyes but did not move, nor did her voice falter. A long moment passed before the beaming light faded.

Zelda crumbled to her knees, book clattering to the ground and she covered her mouth as she choked out a sob. The sword was on the ground and gleaming in the sunlight, unblemished. A single drop of blood and a bloodied knife laid by her knee, that was all that was in front of her.

There was no body.

Warmth was the first thing he noticed. Then the light.

It took a long time to be aware of anything else but that. Warmth and light, darkness and cold.

Then he was in a light place, an area of warmth and cold, of light and darkness. There was more light than dark, only remnants and residue of the dark remaining, only the ghosts of the cold lingering. Winding tall things and bulking low things, opulent and bright.

He had no form, no conscious memory, nothing beyond existence. Golden power was within his reach and pure curiosity drove him to push it out, to mold it and see what it could do.

Flames exploded, sparkles erupted, the center of his awareness would shift its placement. Then things would form, colors, or the absence of it, small things that seemed to have minds of their own, animals was what he subconsciously called them, conjured, he identified them without purposeful thought.

Curiosity pushed him to see what else he could do with the power, the golden warmth that made up his awareness.

In time, a long time, he discovered something colorful. Suddenly he was no longer placed in the warm and light place that was distantly tainted by dark and cold, but in a green place on a platform of gray, with blue in the far above and a great yellow and white circle.

Just as colors exploded, memories slammed through him.

Link would have screamed if he could. He would have gasped and hyperventilated at the least. Yet he couldn't.

It worked. It worked, he—He was a spirit, a sword spirit.

All that curiosity that was usually tempered by wisdom and wariness had done one good thing for him.

He could see, it was obvious that the golden warmth was his magic, was his soul, and only through pushing it out and sensing and creating a magical image of the world allowed him to see. He could hear, as air pushed through the reach of his magic, the vibrations made sound that he just subconsciously translated to the sound of wind.

Next was just figuring out how to change form from sword to something more mobile.

In time, he figured it out. In time, he was in the same outfit he'd worn when the ritual took place. He could change his features and his clothes with a thought, not perfectly, he couldn't exactly create matter without active conjuration, so his clothes were limited, though color was not.

He returned to the castle. Zelda was a few years older, Impa had passed in his absence, Ravio was elated to see him, but they could see a difference between them now beyond their color schemes.

Ravio was getting older, Link stayed the same. In no time, for the first time, they were mistaken for father and son when going out, rather than brothers or twins. Link could feel his heart slowly crushing.

He grew older mentally too, keeping up with them in that regard, but physically?

He watched Ravio fade away first, then it was Hilda... then even others passed away, Din, Maple, and Ralph years before Ravio, then... then it was so many others. So, so, so many others.

Then it was Zelda.

Link stayed in Hyrule, watching over her daughters, doting on them, teaching most of them how to fight and helping them learn and harness the sealing power that Zelda spent years merging with the divine magic in their blood. He knew it too, as a result, but her daughters were naturals. Then their daughters too, there was a son and when the kingdom rioted, Link took that son and raised the boy himself, taking him to his orchard, which Link still owned, and raised him on. That boy maintained that orchard, wanted to expand to a whole farm that Link didn’t hesitate to help with, and even though he was aware of his identity as the prince, he wanted to stay a farmer.

Link worked between both, he kept close to his family at the orchard, and he was the royal family's secret advisor, guide, and protector.

He fought for princes to be given a chance and not be hunted. It took years before it was finally done and then there was a prince and a little princess not long after. For the first time, Link didn't have to take that little boy away and raise him away from his parents just so he wouldn't be thrown into the river or to the dogs.

Link did a lot, but it was all within the castle or at the ranch, it was all official work.

Then came a point when it became too much, seeing Hyrule change rapidly around him, and he had to leave. The temptation to just become a sword and rest in a temple or the woods was strong, to just wait until the next hero, but he was far too adventurous for that. He never could stay still long enough for that.

"Uncle Link," the young princess rushed up to him as he was about to leave the castle. "You'll come back, right?"

He knelt down, glancing at her father and brother. He was happy that the kingdom hadn't tried to kill this prince, even if he was a bit arrogant and sharp.

"One day, I will be," he told the young Princess Zelda. "But it will be a very, very long time. We may not see each other again, little nightlight."

She frowned. "But... I'll miss you."

"Don't worry, I'll be out there worrying about you and telling the goddesses to protect you," Link promised gently. "Go on, have fun while you can."

She hugged him before he left.

#YOU’RE MY FAVORITE PERSON RN TOO THATS SUCH A RELATABLE SENTENCE ITS PERFECT #artist/writer solidarity!!!!!!#🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷#YOU ARE A GEM #YOU ARE PRICLESS #*squeezes you to death with hugs*

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h0pef1lled · 2 years ago

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i dont have good prompts but "hey, you okay? you look off..." and "i'm not upset." from the ask game if u wanna write sm 😔🙏

OMG THANKS gonna combine these 2 into 1

(1,759 words)

Background: You and Monty become friends after weeks of bickering(not related to any fanfics currently)

Sun’s cloudy optics glared at huge, green, metal hands clasping onto yours. A few weeks ago, those claws wanted to rip you apart, to tear through your skin and sanity like tissue paper. To break you into little pieces, just like the others before you.

But here he is, holding onto your hand like the last thread.

Sun couldn’t believe the audacity of the metal junk of an alligator.

Once your painfully long handshake with Monty was over, Sun finally looked away. Well, he pretended to. The lack of visible pupils may be creepy to some children, but at least they’ll never know his attention isn’t entirely on them.

Sun’s gaze tenses on the gator when the latter rubs the back of his head, flustered. He could see you laugh, patting his other arm. He knew you thought well, but why, oh why, were you touching him so much?

If Sun had a tongue, he would be tasting bitterness right now. His smile strained as a kid shoved a red crayon into his hand.

As Sun’s hands began scribbling on his own paper mindlessly on instinct, his eyes trailed your movements, from your hand waving goodbye to mouth stretching into a smile to grabbing your mop and walking off to the direction of the daycare.

On the other hand, Monty lingered by, looking at you leave. A strange feeling bubbled up in Sun’s chest. A feeling he wasn’t used to at all. Even if it was the truth, he won’t accept it. There’s no way, right?

No way, there’s no chance you’ll choose that aggressive, creepy, murderous—

Moon.

Sun mentally shook his head. Moon’s different. He’s nicer and in some shape or form, calmer than Monty. Unless you liked the aggressive type.

…

It took all of Sun’s strength to not throw the daycare tables at the soundproof glass. No, no, he would never do that in front of the children.

He wanted to scream, to know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. He hoped your mind was straightforward and that simply becoming friends with that gator was the end.

He’s not Monty and won’t ever be on his own accord, he would never want to rip you to bloody, little pieces! (Sun will ignore Moon’s feelings on this one.)

His thoughts get interrupted when you push open the large, wooden, daycare doors.

Sun’s body moved on its own.

Skipping over to you, he spread his arms out to hug you, to ignore that aching feeling at the back of his “heart”. You leaned your mop against the doors and spread your arms too with a bright smile.

Sun scooped you up, exclaiming about how happy he is to see you. You pat his shoulders laughing, just like how you did with Monty. It clawed at Sun’s wire insides.

He put you down and pulled out a disinfectant wipe from seemingly nowhere.

“I could almost see those germs, friend! Remember to stay clean and safe!” He trills, but the tone in his voice seems off. He crouches down and takes your hands in his and gently wiped them with the disinfectant wipe. You chuckled softly, not ignoring the sullen expression on Sun’s face hidden behind his permanent smile.

"Hey, you okay? You look off..." You start off, looking at his face with a concerned stare. Sun pauses momentarily but continues after, cleaning off one finger at a time.

“Of course, friend! Have to stay happy and cheerful for the kiddos,” Sun chirped with counterfeit cheerfulness, not looking away from your hands. You were sure any bacteria and its ghosts had disappeared by now.

“I’m not asking how you are for the kids, Sunny. I’m asking how you really—”

Sun drops your hand and stands upright.

“There! All clean!” Sun spins around, back to you, about to skip away. You tightly grab his wrist.

“Sun.”

His face plate turns towards you.

“Oh- aha, dear friend! Your hands are going to get dirty again! Grabby little fingers were all over me earlier—”

“Sun.” You interrupt him, a stern growl dancing your voice, stopping him dead in his mini ramble, but he had no right to scold you since he did it too.

“Ye-Yesss?”

Sun’s voice cracked, but with no enthusiasm like how it usually did. That broke your heart a bit. He was nervous, and even though he could’ve easily broken out of your grip, he didn’t. Was he scared?

Little did you know, Sun wasn’t scared of you. He was scared of what he’ll do to you if you even let a touch of raging jealousy slip out.

Your fingers trail from his wrist to palm and both your hands meet up, clasping them together with Sun’s hand in between.

“You can tell me what’s wrong. I’m your friend.”

Sun put up a soft, genuine smile. No, he can’t.

His free hand came up to rest on top of both of yours. “Thank you, Friend.”

While you two walked back, Sun briefly explained what was on his mind, with a lot of lies and vagueness, of course. He’s apparently stressed with the small ones and being a good mentor for them. You know, the normal bullshit.

You listened carefully, mostly believing what he said, but a small dot of doubt clouded the back of your mind. He still didn’t act right, but his reasoning made sense. But it also doesn’t at the same time.

Your thoughts were in shambles, so you put them aside for now. The moment you reached the tables, a kid jumped out of her seat and rushed over, hugging your leg tightly.

“Nice to see you again, little angel.”

The absolute angel of a child pulled you closer to the other children, who all bombarded you with drawings immediately after you settled down on a tiny kiddie chair.

Sun watched behind you, a warm smile on his face.

Although the atmosphere is light and cheery, a deep feeling grows deep down in your gut.

Soon, naptime rolled around. The rows of illuminating light bulbs dimmed and the cheerful daycare tune lowered in volume and in tempo, now a soft lullaby.

The kids were gathered in the destined naptime spot, blankets protecting them from the seeping darkness. Stars that glow in the dark plastered around the walls of the daycare winked at the children, pulling their eyelids down slowly one by one, the music serving as a perfect addition for lulling them to sleep.

The angels have been put to bed.

The sound of wires lowering and retracting was followed by a soft thump behind you as you tucked the last kid in.

There’s silence behind you but the presence is obvious and staring; right at you, in fact.

A slight head tilt let out a small whir of mechanical gears.

“Hello to you too, Moon.” The thick wire lowered again and hooked onto Moon’s back. You watched as he dangled above the children, brushing back some’s hair and adjusting the blankets on others.

You don’t know whether to feel calm or tense that the daycare was now silent except for the distant sound of the daycare nighttime lullaby and the faint snoring of the kids.

Moon landed beside you out of the blue, making you jump slightly.

“Months of working. Still scared?” He teasingly asked, but his tone wasn’t wholly light-hearted. He didn’t look at you, not even a flick of his pupils.

“I was just surprised,” you pouted and blew a raspberry. He stifled a dry chuckle. Something wasn’t right.

Being the blunt person that you are, you blurt out, “Are you and Sunny ok?”

It wasn’t clear in the dark but you think Moon tensed and stood a little straighter.

“Is something wrong? Sunny said—“

“We’re not upset.”

Again, interrupting. That really gotta stop.

“I never said you guys were, Moonman, but you somehow, just somehow, give me the feeling that you two are.”

Moon stayed silent. You didn’t know what he was thinking; you unfortunately (or fortunately) didn’t have a robot mind to understand his programming.

You could cut the atmosphere with a butter knife. And you did, with words.

“Y’know, nothing is going to be done if you don’t talk to me.”

Moon knew that. He’s seen your interaction with Monty through Sun’s eyes earlier, and the pang he felt deep down left him distorted, similar to Sun. But he won’t be broken that easily.

He called his wire and disappeared into the darkness. You whisper-shout at him, calling his name, but unsurprisingly there’s zero response.

Were you too harsh? But you weren’t wrong, how are you supposed to help your beloved bot friends if they don’t tell you what’s wrong?

It’s not like anyone else can tell you.

You thought, who here is closest to Sunny and Moon? Your mind immediately answers it's probably the children, maybe Music Man, or even you yourself. Something told you they didn’t trust management and the other employees, and since he wasn’t close to the glamrocks, that only left a limited amount of options.

You glance around, eyes adjusting to the dark. Uncertainty settles in your stomach.

Something drops to the ground.

You open your phone flashlight and shine it on whatever just landed beside you. Your stomach drops, the uncertainty gone and filled with confused horror instead.

A Monty plush. Except fuzz and cotton was protruding out of where its head should be. The Monty head itself seemed ripped off violently, the cotton pieces scattered around it.

You understand vaguely what’s going on now.

A quiet “Why” left your lips.

“Can’t help it.” Moon’s voice rang out behind you, static swimming around like a fish.

You turned around, Moon was unexpectedly not in your face, glaring red at you this time. He was sitting hunched over, arms lightly hugging his knees, gloomy.

Despite his words, you doubt what he did was because of the strange virus.

You crouch down next to him.

“It’s alright. You can always tell me what's wrong, if you'd like.” You pat his back and he slightly leans into your touch.

Your mind feels like it has lost many pieces of an intricate puzzle.

Moon doesn’t say anything after that, eyes glowing ruby at the floor.

You sigh in defeat, the two won’t talk now and you won’t force them to. Patience is a useful skill in this situation.

You two spent the rest of naptime huddled together, simply enjoying each other’s presence. You wish it could last forever. Sun and Moon wish that too.

#sun fnaf #moon fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #daycare attendant #fnaf moon #sun x reader #moon x reader #oneshot #fanfiction #montgomery gator #moondrop #sundrop #sunny fnaf

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