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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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A Royally Awful Prank

Based on this idea by the fantastic @thesacredtwink!

This work was meant to be stand alone, but then I got Ideas so it might end up being a multi-parter. If anything, this upcoming whumptober prompt will be related to this story (it's not written yet though...oops?) but I have so many feelings about future possibilities. You'll understand at the end >:)

Anyways, this thing was a monster, topping my previous works with 16 pages! So I'm using that as my excuse for having not wriite Whumptober Day 7 yet!

There are many things Legend is willing to forgive.

This is not one of them.

He’d only slipped away for a moment, just long enough to wash away the blood that was sticking to the sides of his face and soaking all the way up his arms. Ideally, he’d avoid having to take a bath as long as possible, but when it came to a choice between blood and water, he would easily choose water every time. That didn’t mean he liked kneeling beside their water source, just downstream from the camp as he shucked his clothing and scrubbed soap and water up his arms and over his chest and neck, careful not to leave any of the blood from their latest attack behind, but he was willing to do it to avoid gagging at the scent for the next week.

He’d been dripping and grouchy already from having to bathe, made worse by having slipped and fallen in, but when he walked into camp to see his things scattered everywhere, jewelry strewn over clothes and items propped hither and yon, no regard for order, no regard for cleanliness, no regard for privacy as the other heroes had continued sorting through his things, he’d been pissed.

He’d been about to scold, to just huff, because while he was definitely mad, Time would not appreciate him drawing the attention of monsters and while this was a major breach of privacy it wasn’t as if the others were purposefully causing harm. But then his foot brushed against something. Violet eyes turned downwards and a cold chill washed over him as he bent and his fingers closed around cracked and chipped pink clay. There was a crack running down one side of his beloved ocarina, and unlike the other things lying about, it was cast to the edges of camp, thrown, as if it was worth nothing; the item he’d been gifted and had learned to play music on, learned to play her music on, the one she’d sung with and he’d used throughout all that cursed dream.

It was as if a frozen wind swept through the camp as the veteran hero’s eyes blazed indigo, voice cold and stern and so quiet it almost couldn’t be heard. “How dare you.”

Six heads whipped around, six pairs of eyes staring shamefully up at him from where six heroes were gathered around his bag, the pouches flap pushed back and Warriors’ hands buried inside as the captain froze.

Legend was seething, downright pissed- no, worse! He was utterly and completely infuriated as he marched forwards into the camp, wind swirling at his back and the grass under his feet downright withering as the traces of Din’s power left in his body went haywire. “I told you not to get into my things.” The chilled whisper rang across the silent camp.

“Vet!” Wind squeaked, ocean blue and silver eyes darting from him to the items on the ground as a flush of shame had settled over the sailor’s cheeks. “Um-”

“Drop it.” And Warriors does. He’s on his things in a moment, gathering them up and seething silently as the others back away slowly. His jewelry is mixed together and it take more time than he’d like to replace his rings to their proper fingers and find the medallions and Ravio’s bracelet amid the mess. It’s not nearly as bad as having to refold all of his clothes and sort out his excess jewelry, or having to re-figure-out how to lay everything inside of his bag so he can find it again. Some of these items haven’t seen the light of day in years, and he actually has to unload his bag the rest of the way to make sure the lesser used things actually end up in the bottom.

He’s silent the entire time, not even swearing or hissing out complaints in Holodrumese or Subrosian, and the others shift nervously in place, like small children waiting for a scolding as they watch him lose himself in repacking his items, only ever stopping to chitter angrily at one or another damaged or broken items, which are set into a pile at his side.

His favorite ice rod has its gem shattered and the lucky boxing gloves Ricky gave him now have a busted seam and splinters in their leather. There’s mud on his blade-master’s tunic and he has to search for ten minutes or so to find his second fire gauntlet in the mess.

But nothing beats the cracked and chipped pink ocarina at his belt.

By the time Sky and Time get back from their walk the others are nearly cowering as Legend continues to gather his things, actions stiff and clipped as he grabs item after item, checking it over methodically before stuffing it back where it belongs in his bag.

“He’s been doing this for half an hour.” Hyrule shivers when the old man turns to them.

“Reorganizing?” Sky cocks a brow.

The younger heroes all wince. “Uh, replacing? We, um- Well we-”

“You got into his stuff?” Time deadpans, entirely unimpressed as Legend stuffs another rod into his travel sack.

“Yeah.” Comes the shameful admission as the others all nod slowly, rubbing at their necks and fiddling with their clothes as they try and avoid meeting the disappointed look in their leader’s eyes or the horrified one on Sky’s face.

“Captain, I expected batter from you.” Warriors winces at his brother’s scolding as Time turns on his heel to crouch at Legend’s side. The vet shakes off the man’s hand when it goes to settle on his shoulder.

He’s beyond pissed. He’s furious. He’s fuming! And the instant he shoves the final rod into his bag he’s marching off into the forest, Ocarina cradled to his chest as he fights back tears. He doesn’t know if he’s crying out of hurt or anger, but the tears trickle down his cheeks hot and steaming as he lets the trees block him off from sight, pegasus boots kicking into action as he speeds off and away from his brothers.

He doesn’t care where he ends up, he just needs space right now.

It’s been a long day, there have been courtiers with problems aplenty and noble after noble had come to her with worries and woes about the monsters that supposedly threatened their homes and possessions.

She’s been batting a thousand today, and while she has faith that her baby brother will take care of it (okay, he’s only a few minutes younger, but Link is still the younger one) it seems the nobles, pretentious snobs that they are, don’t share her confidence in the local hero. Jokes on them tough, Link has the faith of the people, and any noble who tries claiming they can’t trust him will only be left facing a thousand defensive Hylians.

She doesn’t know why the common people adore Legend so much, and she’s a bit hurt that they admire him for having ‘kidnapped’ her. She’s reached out to them, of course, but while they greet her with smiles and polite words and nods, she knows the difference between polite manners and the joy on the faces of even her own servants when Link has come stumbling into town or through a castle window. While it makes her happy that he has their support, it irritates her that she can’t gain the same. She’s working on it, but it’s slow going with Father’s actions counteracting her efforts, and it’s only made worse the longer it takes for her and Hilda to figure out how to undue the damages of mind-control on the guards.

They’re making progress, but at the moment, she’s more tired than anything, and all that Princess Zelda Naydra Hyrule wants at the moment is a nap and a chance to do something relaxing. A puzzle sounds nice, or maybe a mug of Link’s famed apple cider and a good book. But when she opens her bedroom door to see Link curled up in the middle of her big bed, muddy boots lying in the corner and blanket over his head, all she can do is pause for a moment and stare. “Link?”

Long ears twitch in response to her words, and she’s quickly closing the door behind her and darting over, jumping up beside her brother where he’s curled on her bed. He doesn’t even say anything as she settles down at his side.

There’s something wrong and she knows it.

Usually, when Link comes to visit, he’ll be hiding somewhere in an attempt at startling her, or he’ll drape himself over her chaise with a smirk, half of the time wearing one of her dresses and the rest of the time covered head to toe in filth. When it comes to Link there is no such thing as subtle, he’s as much a pretentious drama queen as she can be, and he revels in it. There is no calm, only drama, and usually he’s either here to mess with her or to tell her the world is ending, there has never been anything in between.

But right now, her brother lies curled up under her fluffiest blanket with tear tracks on his face and a dark scowl in his eyes as he clings to something small and pink, the object cradled to his chest as he sniffles against her.

“What happened?” She’s already pulled his hat aside to play with his long hair; he’s cut it again, and she’ll have to do the same if they want to keep matching so they can trade places when they want to.

There’s no verbal answer, only a slight hiccup as her scowling brother presents to her the item in his hands.

Link’s beloved ocarina is scuffed and beaten from constant use, and despite his care with it, there’s no changing the fact that it has grooves worn over the holes where his fingers lay, and the paint has chipped time and again over the years. But Link takes care of his items, even if he’s terrible at taking care of himself, and she knows in a moment’s glance that the ugly crack running up the length of the instrument is not his doing, nor something he could likely fix.

She takes the instrument in her hands carefully, letting Link’s head flop against her shoulder as he whines in irritation and frustration. The damage isn’t pretty. “I don’t think I can fix that, little brother.” The strained huff of breath against her neck says he knew as much, and she leans her head against his own with a soft sigh.

Link’s items are as precious to him as his memories, and while she doesn’t know the full of how badly his trauma has gotten over his six adventures, she knows that each one of the strange things he owns, no matter how absurd they may be, are a security and comfort for her barely-younger sibling. Link hoards everything and anything important to him, and she’s pretty sure that just his way of coping. That said, having something he cares about damaged is like hurting a friend or worse, and the she knows that the Ocarina in particular matters more to him then maybe anything else that he’s gathered over the years.

Pale fingers, soft with castle life, smooth over the cracked clay as she hums softly against the pink head on her shoulder. “How did this happen?”

“Heroes.” Link huffs. “’cided to go through my stuff while I was cleanin’ up. Broke a few things.” His country accent bleeds through his words in a way she’s always thought was rather cute, but she doesn’t say anything this once, instead pinching her brows together with a frown at the words.

“They went through your things?”

“Broke my ice rod too.” Link huffs against her, settling in at her side, warm and limp in the way he rarely ever is, and she revels in the vulnerability he’s showing her as she wraps both arms around his shoulders. “I told ‘em not to touch, but they’re freakin’ idiots an’ didn’t listen ta me.”

“Well, that wasn’t nice of them.”

Link huffs, hot breath sending feathery bangs tickling against her chin. “No kiddin’. I wanna punch that bloody cap’n across his freakin’ pretty boy face, but Time’ll have my hide if I start another scrap.” Link shifts restlessly against her, violet eyes blinking up at her as something between a pout and a scowl settles over his features. “I-” Another deep breath, another shift of the boy sitting next to her. He’s playing with his rings again, twisting them on his fingers in that nervous habit he’s had since he came back from traveling abroad, and it makes something twist up inside her to see how distraught he is as he drops his gaze. “Jerks.” He huffs again.

A single crystal tear leaks down her brother’s thin cheek, and even if he’s only younger by twenty minutes, she’s his big sister and anger blooms in her breast on his behalf.

“What do you want to do about it?” She’s a princess, she really shouldn’t encourage violence, but she’s already thrumming with ideas as Link nestles against her, thoughtful and tired as he continues playing with his jewelry. Honestly, he wears so much of that stuff, even she doesn’t have that many gems and she’s a freaking princess!

“Kick their asses mostly. Maybe knock a few heads together.” He stretches out with a huff. “But that won’t stop it from happening again.”

“So, you want to scare them off of messing with stuff they shouldn’t?”

Violet darkens slightly, a thin, crooked, and incredibly cold smirk twisting her brother’s lips up mirthlessly. “Yeah.”

She nods. “What are you thinking?”

The smirk gets colder, darker, nearly intimidating if he weren’t her baby brother. “I’m gonna scare them shitless and make them regret ever touching my shit.”

“Good.” She taps his nose approvingly, a dark smile of her own flitting across her face as he sends her an irritated look. “Now, how are we going to do that?”

For the first time during their little talk, Link’s eyes glint with a spark of life, mischief thrumming through him as his smirk stretches unsettlingly wider.

There is chaos impending, and the heroes are going to regret breaking her Link’s favorite item.

“No sign of him.” Warriors sighs as he and Twilight trod back into camp. The sun has almost passed below the horizon, and in the fading light, the kingdom around them begins to look twisted and wrong. The rancher might speak of his namesake with fondness, but in this world, it sends shivers down all of their spines, even Hyrule.

“Oh crab-cakes!” Wind buries his face in his hands, and even Time’s hand in the sailor’s curls doesn’t help soothe the tightness of the teen’s shoulders. “I knew we shouldn’t have messed with his stuff! Now he’s out there and probably in trouble! And we can’t even find him!”

“This is the vet’s world,” Time soothes, still stern but not entirely cold with them after their big mess up. They’ve all admitted their wrongs, and agreed to apologize when Legend comes back, and he’s accepting of that. Still, he’s disappointed that it ever happened at all. “The vet’s resourceful and he knows this land better than anyone. We should find him soon enough, and if not, I’m sure Princess Zelda will have some kind of answers for us.”

“How?” Sky fusses, trying valiantly to piece together the shattered ice rod on the ground. “She wasn’t here, and unless Legend went to her for some reason, she would have no way of knowing where he is!”

“She has soldiers.” Warriors reminds the other man.

“She’s not queen yet though.” Hyrule is very nearly vibrating in place with nerves, Time has only just gotten the kid to stop leaning over Sky’s and Wild’s shoulders and fussing at their work while waiting for the others to come back. “She doesn’t have command of the army either, and from what Legend’s told me her father doesn’t particularly like him.”

The captain cocks a brow. “Running around with a princess isn’t something I’d expect from the vet of all people.”

“Getting into someone else’s belongings isn’t something I’d expect of an Army Captain.” Sky remarks pointedly. It’s clear the other is also disappointed, and worried. They’d only been gone a half an hour or so to talk, the younger man had questions; questions about married life and running a farm and leadership and so many other things that Time only knows the bare minimum of, but he’d been willing to share his knowledge with the boy, and they’d circled the camp thrice or so while they spoke, only pausing once for him to invisibly bump Legend into the stream he was bathing in. Kid needed it, he reeked.

They’d only gotten back to the camp after strolling by the stream and seeing that Legend was gone again, and had decided that they too should probably return to the camp in order to not miss when someone inevitably teased Legend for taking a bath and Wild finally started making supper. They hadn’t expected to walk into the clearing to see the six other heroes standing to the side and shuffling their feet with shamed expressions while a painfully silent Legend had violently gone about arranging his scattered possessions.

It didn’t take two eyes to read what had happened, but he hadn’t really understood why Legend had stormed off until Sky had bent over to pick up the shattered ice rod. Then it made sense. Not only had his boys been going through their brother’s things, they’d been playing with them. And now some of them were damaged.

Their smithy leaned over Sky’s shoulder with a frown. “Yeah, we’d need a great fairy to fix that, the gem is shattered and you’d either need strong fairy magic for that or temporal powers.”

Sky sighs, holding the rod up with furrowed brows as he stares at its shattered tip. “How did you guys even break that? Aren’t these sorts of things enhanced somehow?”

Wind and Wild both look away guiltily, likely the ones who damaged the item in the first place, and the sailor jumps up to help dish out food as Wild stirs their dinner perhaps a bit faster than needed.

“Fire.” Four admits, stooping to scoop up the gem shards and drop them into a small bag at his hip. “They wanted to see what would happen.”

“And you didn’t stop them?” He asks, cocking a brow and watching as the smithy flushes deeply.

“I- I was curious too?”

Sky facepalms and he’s not far from doing the same himself as they settle in for dinner.

Legend stumbles in from the woods after dinner, just as they’re debating looking for him once more. The guilt on the pup’s face almost enough to convince him to let his protégé go out again, but then the vet is tripping over something one of the others left on the edges of camp and swearing fit to make a pirate blush (Wind looks intrigued though). Heads spun to stare as the vet pulled himself upright with a scowl, but all apologies and fussing seemed to mean nothing as Legend brushed them all off, walking across camp silently and flopping on his bedroll with something small and pink clutched to his chest as he curls up and closes his eyes.

If that’s not a ‘leave me alone’ Time doesn’t know what is, and he motions for the others to leave the vet alone as the camp begins winding down for the night. Sky approaches the teen briefly, running his hands through Legend’s long bangs with a faint smile as he shrugs of his sailcloth and lays it over the vet’s shoulders as they rise and fall with soft snores. The young man settles down not long after, and when the light finally fades Time is sitting alone on watch to make sure further mischief isn’t caused.

When the heroes make it through the front gates Zelda is already in position.

Of course, technically, she’s supposed to be waiting in her room and reading a book during a brief lull between meetings and lessons, but she can’t resist the urge to watch the production that she and Link have put together and it would be a shame to miss the faces of her brother’s friends when they see they little production they have planned.

It’s perfect.

The heroes have to sneak in through the back garden, after all the guards would recognize Link in a moment and it would ruin everything if he was dragged off to the dungeons or before Father before they can even start this little song and dance. Of course, the other heroes are utterly confused by the caution that Link takes, but he waves it off easily.

He’s moving slowly, stiff and just off balance and perfect as the caped hero and the one with curly brown hair both hovers closely, nervous and worried as he stumbles in through one of the servant doors, waving them in after him.

She has to reposition herself to look down into the hall at them, and for the briefest of moments she thinks one of them will look up to see where she’s hiding behind the false wall, but Link stumbles perfectly over the carpet, barely regaining his balance before eating threads and it’s the perfect distraction from any out of place stones or oddly dim lighting. The heroes don’t even look back as they trail down the hall, soft murmurs traveling through their group as Link continues to play up his role, stumbling periodically before finally leaning up against the wall with a series of shallow and rasping breaths that have the others all looking at each other in worry.

The moment that Link sinks into the wall behind him with a short scream, she barely manages to cover her mouth to muffle the giggles at the horror that bleeds over the faces of the eight heroes as they freeze.

The clock in the hall ticks slowly. Once. Twice. Thrice.

In a flurry of movement, the heroes are all rushing up, pawing at the wall where Link’s painting form lies still and flat against the stone. There’s panicked shouts of the nickname they gave him as the one in the cape fumbles with something pink that’s been dropped to the floor.

Link remembered to drop the ocarina when he changed. Good, she’d been worried he would forget and she would have to come up with something else to use as their key.

She wants to stay, wants to watch as they panic; she may be the goddess's descendant but Princess Zelda is no angel, and it’s hilarious to watch the people who upset her baby brother worry and panic, but she can’t. It will be better when she steps in to play her part anyway, but she needs to get there first.

Hilga and Mesthli are waiting just outside the door as she slips out from the hidden room, and both maids nod with miniscule grins on their faces as she waves them off towards the heroes with a stifled giggle. As her feet pad up the servant's stairs towards the upper floors where her room lies, she lets the giggle escape just a bit, thrilled and pleased and mischievous all at once at her first prank with the help of the castle staff.

It was Link’s idea, the clever bunny. He knew how much she was trying to make connections with their people and reach out to them and so he’d proposed that they pull the staff in on their revenge prank as well. It took little to no convincing to get the staff in on the game, and since Auntie Impa has been training all of them how best to keep a poker face and lie through their teeth, she has no doubt they’ll do him proud with their acting skills. Now all that’s left to her is to play her part, and as she darts down the halls towards her room, a few more maids smile at her and offer quite little wishes of ‘best of luck, your highness’.

She could do without the ‘your highness’, but they’ll get there one step at a time.

She’s changed into something clean and settled on her couch with a book (not truly necessary, since the maids all know what’s going on, but she needs something to help calm her racing heart and keep her busy until the fateful knock on the door. It does little good though, and she’s laid it aside to stare out the window as she reviews their little plan in her head. There’s lots of things that could happen, and they’ve tried to plan for any circumstance, but the basis itself stays the same.

Link has already done the acting strange and falling into the wall part of their plan, and now it falls to the maids to play up concern for their ‘poor dear hero’ as they prattle about how they ‘can’t believe it’s happening again’. The women will fuss and sob into their lacey aprons (stuffy things those, and Link’s told her how the maids hate them, she’ll have to look into changing the uniform if she can) while the heroes either panic further or stand about in shock, and eventually one of the two women will say something about calling her, or else a hero will suggest it.

She has to assume that it all goes well when the two women appear at her door, tear tracks on their cheeks but thin smiles on their faces as they carefully tell her exactly what has happened, filling it with dramatics and babble while all the time grinning like two cats with a mouse between them. These women are pure evil she concludes as they accompany her down the hall, taking up their blubbering and fussing act again with talent she envies; they’re like shapeshifters with how well they can fall into a role, and she has to fight a smile at their acting prowess and instead pinch her own expression into one of worry as she leads the charge down to the hall she just came from.

Sure enough, the heroes are all standing around in something of a panic when she sweeps in with her maids, and when all eyes fall on her she feels a bitter satisfaction brewing at the panic and worry in their gazes.

“Legend! Legend! Can you hear us?” The man in the scarf calls at her brother’s painted form.

“He’s a painting you idiot!” The shortest person here hisses. “He can’t hear you!”

“Hyrule.” The man in armor hisses. “What can you read from this?”

“It’s dark magic,” The curly haired one replies with a desperate sob. “Oh gosh, Legend? Oh, please tell me you’re alright!”

She feels a bit guilty at their concern, but she reminds herself that they’ll be fine when Link reemerges in all of his weakened glory, the ‘curse’ removed and the heroes apologizing and promising to do better in future. It will be fine, and then they’ll all stop looking like kicked puppies. For now, though, she needs to play her part.

“What happened?” She clasps her hands in front of her, making worry and fear bleed through her voice as she turns wide eyes from one hero to another, each of which is turning to her in surprise. “Where’s Link? Is he alright?”

The gazes that they exchange are nearly heartrending as one of the younger boys points to the painting on the wall. Link hasn’t moved an inch, and she has to mentally applaud his ability to hold out so long.

“He’s- he-”

“Link!” She darts forwards, inwardly reveling at how her skirts trail after her in a dramatic train of fabric and outwardly horrified and tearful as she presses a hand to the face of her brother's painted form.

Fake crying is easy, and something she learned early on as a princess in a castle with no mother around to spoil her, and it’s easy to summon big hot tears to trail down her cheeks as she stares at the painting with what she hopes looks like shock. “Not again! Oh Link! I’m so sorry! I thought-” She pauses carefully, letting the silence hang for only a second before swirling around, skirts flaring deliciously as she turns to the heroes with wide and worried eyes. “Where’s the ocarina?”

“The ocarina?” The caped hero repeats slowly, confusion coloring his gaze as he stares back at her (she has to force herself not to study his face too closely, no matter how familiar it looks).

“Yes! It’s the only way to break the curse!” She explains, letting still more tears trail down her face as the hero looks down to the cracked instrument in his hands.

“This?” He offers, hesitant, and with all the desperation she can manage, she swipes it from his hands and lifts it to her lips, blowing on it with ‘panicked’ breaths and listening as the air slides out with a tuneless whoosh between her fingers.

“Sweet saints,” One of the maids breathes, tearful and desperate and so utterly perfect. She’s going to have to get these women a raise somehow. “Is- Princess Zelda, your grace, is the Ocarina damaged?”

She lowers the instrument carefully, slowly turning it over in her hands and studying it, even if she knows exactly where the damage lies, and when at last she ‘notices’ it, she forces out a strangled sob that has the heroes all tensing further. “It’s cracked! The hero’s ocarina has been damaged! He’s-” She spins again, enjoying to the fullest her role and the perfect choice of outfit to play it as she stares at the ‘painting’ on the wall. “He’s trapped!”

It’s a delight listening to the chaos she’s causing, even if the guilt is beginning to eat at her, but even as they fuss and discuss while she sinks to the floor to ‘cry’ (really, she’s stifling nervous giggles, but it sounds close enough to sobbing so she lets it out) she doesn’t try to do anything. Link had been very specific in stating what he wanted, and until the words ’we shouldn’t have touched the vet’s things’ sound in the castle’s halls, he’s not going to let her ‘rescue’ him.

On the other hand, she has nothing against building up the drama until that happens, and the maids seem quite invested now too.

“I knew this would happen.” She whispers into her skirt, not particularly trying to make them listen to her but rather hoping they do. “I knew he should have stayed at the castle!”

“There, there, Mistress Zelda.” Hilga shushes her softly as the woman couches next to her, fake blubbering still going strong as the woman ‘comforts’ her. “I’m sure there’s something that can be done, right?”

“We could summon that shadow of his!” Mesthli suggests, effectively gaining the attention of the heroes as the woman crouches on Zelda’s other side. “Maybe he can help us again? He always seems to know what’s about when it comes to these things!”

She’s getting these women a pay raise if it kills her! Of course! They should have thought to bring Ravio in on it from the beginning!

“Yes,” She shudders, faking pulling herself together as she clutches the folds of what is quickly becoming her new favorite skirt. “Call for the shadow merchant, maychance this curse can be undone without the hero’s soul key.”

“Soul key?” One of the other heroes whispers in a strained voice.

“Princess,” It’s the man in armor, the leader, Time, was it? Link had mentioned him a few times in his talks with her. “What nature is this curse? Maybe it’s something we could help with instead of-” His good eye narrows. “-summoning a shadow mage of some sort.”

She bites her lip, carefully averting her eyes and clutching her hands before her chest as the maids wrap each other in their arms and continue to ‘cry’. “It happened during his fifth quest two years ago. Link was trying to save me from the dark sorcerer Yuga. That man had trapped me within a painting so that I could not break free or defend my people, and when Link came to stop him, he only cursed him too.” She lets another trail of tears dribble down her cheeks, lashes lowering as she ‘winces away painful memories’. “Link freed me, and the rest of the kingdom during his quest, but the curse is not something that can be undone by the person it is cast one. Instead, to keep him in this world, we had to summon the hero’s reflection to come and help him remain in this world.”

Bright blue eyes turn towards the horrified heroes as she continues, ideas dancing through her head, because no matter how much planning they had done, Link had trusted her to come up with the excuses and build up the story behind the curse, as long as she wove as much truth as possible into her words. “Ravio was able to rescue the hero and gift him a bracelet that would allow him to control the curse and use it for his benefit during his quest, but it was damaged in the final battle.” She hopes Ravio can play off of her story as well as her brother will, she just knows that Link is listening in as she speaks and she hopes he’s not too mad that she’s spilling some beans. “The shadow merchant bound his soul to an item most dear to him, so that he could control his curse, but-” Her voice hitches as she rubs smooth fingers over the chipped clay of the ocarina. “If it’s damaged-”

A right and proper sob explodes as she drops the instrument onto the folds of her skirt, hands coming up to press at her streaming eyes as she supposedly sobs her heart out. The act is only made more believable when hiccups invade her speech entirely by accident. "And- and- he's-” A hiccup cuts her off. “He’s going to be trapped forever! He’ll-” Another one. “He’ll never be free again!”

To her utter surprise, the caped hero opens his arms, and both because she needs to keep up the distraught princess act, and because the man looks cuddlier than the stuffed horse Link gave her last year, she dives against his chest and sobs with all that she’s got in her against his tunic. Gentle hands rub her back as the man hushes her softly, and over his shoulder (she has to subtly stand on tiptoe to see) the others are all looking increasingly distraught.

Time leans down to pick up the abandoned Ocarina as the man with the scarf sags in place, hands settled on the shoulders of some of the smaller ones as tears begin to flicker in their eyes.

Here’s where they say they regret it, here’s where the maids suggest she employ the powers of the goddess to pull her hero free. This is where it all comes to an end and Link comes stumbling out of the wall to sag in her arms, eyes fluttering with skill she’s jealous of and breath short as he ‘recovers’.

“What do we need to do to help?” The scarfed man, the captain she decides, based on the way that he straightens up, standing and parade rest and turning to her with warm blue eyes.

Well shoot.

In time, she allows herself to be calmed by the Hero of the Sky (his sailcloth gives it away and now she feels bad for pranking her great-ancestor), and while the heroes settle about the hall, reluctant to leave with Link still trapped, she waves off one of the maids to go and send for ‘the shadow merchant’.

When Ravio arrives, it’s with enough dramatic flair that she could nearly scream in delight, and she has to pretend to be overcome with either fear or distress so that she can again hide her face in the Chosen Hero’s shoulder to prevent them all seeing the smile that pulls at her lips.

“I hear that Mr. Hero is in danger?” Ravio’s voice wavers as he dashes in, concern pulling at his brows. She really hopes the maids filled him in properly, or else this is going to be hard to explain. She has no reason to worry though., as the instant that Ravio’s eyes fall onto the painted form of his house-mate he presses a hand to his chest with a horrified gasp. “I thought the curse was altered! He should be safe now! Oh, Highness, what happened!”

Time hands the merchant the cracked ocarina, and Ravio scoops it up into his hands with a gasp of horror, eyes blowing wider than rupees as he looks over the cracked clay.

“This is bad! This is very, very bad! This is really bad!” The dark-haired double looks up at her in terror. “This isn’t supposed to happen! Me being in this world was supposed to keep him safe! How? How did this happen?”

“I don’t know.” She whimpers against the Hero of Sky’s tunic, clutching the green fabric weakly and sniffling as he runs his hands through her long hair.

“We broke it.” The scarred hero -the Hero of Wilds? Wild? - admits with horror. “This is our fault.”

Yes. Yes! Now they just need to say they regret it and won’t do it again! Yes!

“But we’re going to make it better.” The dark-haired hero -the one in fur, that must be Twilight- soothes carefully, running his hand through the younger hero’s hair and offering both herself and Ravio a strained smile. “We'll fix this. Does anyone know anything about instrument repair?”

No! Just admit you were wrong already and let them free Link! This is taking too long!

It takes even longer.

The heroes all bustle about, interrogating Ravio and pressing him for how the curse works, only to make the merchant ‘tear up’ in his bewilderment and worry and collapse onto the hall floor in a puddle of tears as he wails out his answer. “I don’t know! I-” The merchant hiccups with another sob, actual tears on his face and Zelda has to hope he’s not actually overwhelmed as he rubs at his eyes pitifully. “I was here to make sure the curse didn’t return! I was supposed to play the song to save him if Princess Zelda couldn’t! But if the Ocarina is broken than there’s nothing I can do!”

“How did you fix the problem last time then?” Twilight demands, panicked and agitated as he stares at the poor purple bunny.

“I moved his bond from the bracelet to the ocarina while I repaired the old one! The bracelet works now, but it won’t do any good without the Ocarina to break the spell!”

“Could you change his tether point- I assume that’s what the ocarina was- to something else?” Time presses, and Zelda’s breath catches in her throat; it’s an excellent point, the perfect plan, but they need to heroes to repent! They can’t ‘free’ Link until the guilty parties actually regret their actions and promise to mend their ways!

“Not without him here!” Ravio wails. “And it would have to be a tie to something that matters to him! The Ocarina was Mr. Hero’s most valued possession! There’s nothing else that ties him to this world more!” The merchant sags and she has to silently applaud him in her head. He’s laying it on thick and hot, and she’s living for it!

“Are you sure?” She whimpers, giving Ravio a chance to expand on his declaration, and rupee green turn up to stare at her, sparkling behind the tears in the teen’s eyes.

“That ocarina has been his only piece of home for ages! He told me so himself! It’s one of the only things he has left of his uncle! An- and-” The merchant's shoulder’s quiver as he wraps himself in his arms. “He it’s what save him the last time the world warped him away. It’s the only reason he made it back to our reality alive!” Oh yes, pile on the importance of the broken object, make the guilt greater and make the heroes sag and repent!

“Shit.” The captain breathes and like a clear bell, at last, the words she’s been waiting for escape the man. “We should never have touched the vet’s stuff.”

“You did what?” Ravio shouts, jumping up, eyes blowing wide as genuine shock touches his features. “Half of those things are cursed! Do you know what damage you could do? We’re lucky he’s only stuck in the wall, not-” the merchant waves his hands erratically and she shivers as she tacks on the end, he needs to make his sentence worse.

“He could have ended up a monster again.” She whispers tearfully. “He was so broken when that happened too!”

“Exactly!” Ravio motions to her, only to freeze and stare. “Wait, Mr. Hero has been corrupted into a monster?”

The shiver that trails up her spine is in no ways fake, and this time when she buries her face in Sky’s chest it’s because she’s actually upset. She should have kept that little bit to herself...

“Can the ocarina be fixed?” Time presses, pained and stiff, his single eyes glinting pleadingly as he looks from merchant to princess slowly.

Hilga clears her throat softly, the normally stern woman looking absolutely beaten down as she draws the attention of all present to herself. “My son, Gerald, he could probably fix it if we have time. It won’t hurt the seal to cast more clay over the instr’ment, will it, Master Ravio?”

Okay, double raise for Hilga! If that woman actually gets the ocarina fixed, Zelda is getting her a paid vacation as well!

Ravio nods slowly, considering. “That might work. It can’t hurt any worse anyways.”

It’s like the heroes can finally breathe again at the words, and Time all but demands that the maid lead him to her son, half of the other heroes trailing behind the two adults and leaving her nestled in Sky’s arms while Ravio leans forlornly against Link’s painted boots, deep sighs and subtle sobs still erupting from him. She glances over in concern a few times, but once Sky starts scolding the other heroes, Ravio shoots her a cheeky wink that he hides behind his sleeve as he goes to wipe at his eyes. To anyone else, it would look like he’s blinking away tears, but to the princess, it’s a reassurance that she hasn’t helped to traumatize Ravio further.

It takes hours before Time and Hilga are back with the freshly mended ocarina, the Hero of the Four Sword murmuring under his breath as he follows them down the hall and latching hold of Ravio to demand knowledge of the curse in future. “I’ll learn to repair it if this happens again, I just need to know what to avoid.”

“It’s,” Ravio fumbles with his sleeves, tears long since dried out and eyes now full of confusion. “It’s bound to his soul. The item itself. You can treat it like any other ocarina, but you can’t break it or-” He sighs deeply and motions towards the painting of her brother, who’s been staying in place for hours now without moving once. The merchant leaves his sentence unfinished as a hush falls over them.

“Well,” The scarfed hero draws himself up with a deep breath, motioning to Time who offers the now mended instrument to the merchant. “Now that the ocarina is repaired, you can set him free, oh Soul Keeper.” The man offers a charismatic smile that would almost be charming if he didn’t look like he was about to be sick from worry.

Ravio smiles back, taking Link’s ocarina reverently and running his hand over it before setting it to his lips. Zelda thanks heaven that Link doesn’t actually need the instrument to escape, otherwise they'd be in a right fix to have to subtly tell Ravio which song to play. The merchant is a cheeky little bunny though, and the family lullaby drifts out down the hall, fading quickly and subtly into their grandmother’s washing tune, the one that was passed down from her great-grandmother all the way back to the time of the Fallen Hero. Several of the heroes present start at the sound of the song, but she’s too busy moving towards the wall in catch Link when he falls to care.

Except...

Except Link doesn’t fall. Ravio’s ears twitch slightly and he plays the song again, this time slightly off key and more hurried as panic begins to bloom in her breast.

They agreed that Link would let her ‘save’ him when the others made it clear they understood what they did wrong. He’s not deaf like this, he can hear their every word, so why is he not popping free of the wall?

The heroes seem to be of the same mind, staring from Ravio to the painting of her brother and back again, worry and confusion on their faces as Ravio stares dumbly.

“Link?” She whispers softly, it’s not an act now; she’s worried and Link is going to get his ass whooped if he thinks this is funny. “Link, you’re free, we broke the curse... Link? Come back to us, please?”

There’s no response from the wall and her heart stutters inside of her chest as she swipes the ocarina back from Ravio, staring it over as if it really is the key to getting her brother free and then blowing softly into it. She’s terrible with instruments, the one thing that Link is better than her with when it comes to castle life, but she can manage the family lullaby. Still, nothing happens.”

“What’s wrong? Why isn’t it working?” One of the heroes, she’s not bothering to keep track anymore, shouts.

Zelda’s too busy to respond, ignoring Ravio’s fearful glance or the worried babble of the two maids or the chaos of the heroes behind her as she brushes her hands over the painting again.

Pain stabs through her hand and she yelps, pulling away with wide eyes as Sky catches her shoulders, gently pulling her hand back to stare at it, and she can only let her gaze follow. There’s no damage, but saints, does it hurt!!!

“Princess?” The hero at her back murmurs softly.

Her breath stutters in her ears. “Something’s wrong. Ravio!” She spins to face the merchant, this time uncaring for how her skirt flares out behind her. “There’s something wrong! It-” she stares down at her unblemished but throbbing hand. “The power its- It's corrupted!”

Ravio freezes, only for a second, and turns to the wall. “We need Hilda.”

It’s with tears that she pushes at the bond that she shares with the other princess, and when she feels something else push back, she shoves all of her fear and confusion through to her dark world counterpart with all the force she can muster. It leaves her trembling in the hold of her ancestor, but it’s worth it when purple and black swirl in the hallways, and as the heroes step back with weapon’s drawn, her dark sister emerges with a scowl.

“What’s the problem?” Hilda demands, clipped and still a bit too sharp. They’ve been working on the diplomacy bit, but it’s the thing the other princess struggles the most with.

Ravio darts forwards, wrapping his arms around the princess with a sniffle. “Hill! Oh, thank Lolia! Mr. Hero is trapped in the wall again and we can’t get him out!”

“Mr. Hero?” Dark brows draw together for a moment before understanding dawns and Hilda blinks towards the painting on the wall with wide eyes. “Oh. Oh dear.”

“We need your help.” She pleads softly to her friend, and Hilda nods in understanding as she strides towards the wall with purpose, the heroes parting in her wake and watching with eyes that stare warily at her slight form.

Gloved hands press against the wall, Hilda’s own bracelet shining softly for a moment, and then the girl is gone, her image on the wall beside Link’s, the two paintings clasping hands for a brief moment before another flash blinds them and two bodies fall to the floor with a brief scream. Hilda pulls herself up with a gasp, shuddering and wincing even gagging slightly, but Link doesn’t move an inch.

“Legend?” A hesitant voice squeaks out, Hyrule darting to her brother’s side with a flap of his ears. The young hero’s hands gently lift her brother’s limp form, breath stuttering slowly as golden green eyes widen.

“’Rule?”

Hyrule’s voice comes out choked. “He’s not breathing...”

Her heart stutters in her chest and her legs nearly go out from under her as Warriors darts over, helping Hyrule to start preforming CPR on the white-faced teen lying on the castle’s floor. She doesn’t speak as the captain pumps as her brother’s chest, Hyrule drawing quick breaths and pressing them through still and cold lips. I’s only when there’s the faint sound of choking and a twitch of Link’s hand that she feels that she can even breath again, and even then she’s too busy stuttering out sobs as violet eyes flutter open with a pained whine.

Hilda’s less emotional about it all, hands grasping Link’s and siding up his sleeve to stare at his own bracelet. “It's broken.” All the others turn their heads towards her, save Link himself who only whimpers and tried to pull his hand away, curling up weakly on the floor as Hilda continues to hold him firmly. “The bracelet has been damaged, no wonder he was trapped.”

“But-” Ravio stutters slowly, skin fading to white as he stares at his own twin. “I thought-”

“The gems damage is easy to miss, but the effects are nearly fatal.” Red eyes dart up to stare at them all, deadpan and emotionless as the dark princess usually is. “Any longer being trapped and he would have died. As is, the torture he must have experienced since merging with the wall will have been excruciating. He will need rest, as will yourself, Zelda. Your contact with him has wounded you, and even if it not something that can be seen, it a silent death to those who would be trapped in it.” Dark brows pinch slightly as the other girl brushes gloved fingers through sweaty pink locks, a knowing look in her eyes as she glares at her own brother. “Zelda cannot be held accountable for this, but they who damaged the jewel and the one who failed to see to its repair have nearly taken this boy’s life.”

Oh, saints, let Hilda be in on it too! Please let her just be playing it up! Please don’t let this be real!

“Brother mine,” Hilda commands firmly. “See to it that the item is repaired. If you intend on gifting royal jewelry out again, then ensure its care lest poor Prince Link meet his fate through trusting that which is meant to save him.” Hilda rises slowly as Ravio moves to scoop Link’s trembling form into his arms, sobbing softly as his sister gives Zelda a final look before turning back to her portal. “I will take your royal brother with me, sister. Our healers will be of more aid than those of your light realm.” Red eyes peer back at her again as Hilda’s brows twitch lightly, red flickering with a faint warmth and worry as she quirks her lips in the smallest of smiles. “He will live, I promise, but his pain will ease better with those who know how to tend it.”

She can only nod slowly as Hilda motions for her brother, who sweeps Link up inn his arms and stumbles after her, eyes wide and teary as he darts into the swirling blackness. The portal fades as the hall is left in silence and it’s nearly stifling as she’s left standing with eight heroes and a pale pink ocarina lying on the floor.

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Attack on Titan Valentine’s Day Special: Veterans

To go along with the other post that I made, here’s the veterans (just Erwin, Levi, and some guys from the Levi Squad. If I have more time after Valentine’s Day, I’ll make some more for the other vets). I know that some of them are short, but I swear I’m not biased. I didn’t have any ideas.

┊𝙑𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨┊

ღ 𝗘𝗿𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵 ღ

ꕥ Your new job was shit and so was the company.

ꕥ You joined because it was the only place that was hiring.

ꕥ You didn't think that it was going to be that bad...

ꕥ But you were extremely wrong.

ꕥ They were understaffed and all the work was poured onto you.

ꕥ You come home and to your surprise, the door was already unlocked.

ꕥ You husband, Erwin Smith, was a CEO of a huge company, but when you asked if you could join his company, he didn't have any good position for you.

ꕥ You open the door and see all the lights were off.

ꕥ At first, you were scared that someone was trying to rob you.

ꕥ You turn on the lights and see that there was a note on the table next to the sofa.

ꕥ You read it and it said, "Y/N, if you're reading this, you most likely just came home. I have a surprise for you. Go upstairs into our bedroom to find out more. ~Your lovely husband."

ꕥ Dropping your things, you walk up the stairs into the shared room that you shared with your husband.

ꕥ On the nightstand, you see another note from Erwin.

ꕥ "Looks like you found the second note! Good job, love! I knew that you could do it. In your closet, there's a new dress that I had bought for you. Go put it on and look for another note somewhere else in this room. You can do it! ~Erwin"

ꕥ You open your closet and a f/c colored dress was in there. You smiled and took it out.

ꕥ You quickly put it on and look for the third note. Finally, you had found it on the window.

ꕥ The note read, "Look outside."

ꕥ You open the window and you see Erwin's car parked on the street behind your house and Erwin standing in front of it with flowers and gifts in hand.

ꕥ Erwin waves his hand, signaling you to come outside.

ꕥ You race down the stairs and out the back door.

ꕥ Erwin put the flowers down on the car hood and opened his arms wide for you to jump in.

ꕥ You jump into Erwin's arm. He spun you a little bit and pulls you tighter and closer to him.

ꕥ He puts you down and kisses your forehead.

ꕥ "Why did you do all of this?"

ꕥ "Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

ꕥ Erwin hands you the flowers that were on the car hood and a small box that was with it too.

ꕥ You take the gifts and open the box.

ꕥ Inside was a small bracelet with the letter E.

ꕥ You look up at Erwin, who was rolling down his sleeve, showing you that he was wearing the same bracelet with your initial.

ꕥ "You didn't..."

ꕥ "I know that you wanted to get something like this for a while, so I decided to buy it."

ꕥ "But you don't like wearing these kinds of things!"

ꕥ "You're right. I don't, but it makes you happy, so I decided to buy it. It's Valentine's Day, why not?"

ꕥ "I got something for you too! Let me go inside to get it."

ꕥ "Alright, hurry up though. I have a dinner reservation for us."

ꕥ "You do too much for me, Erwin."

ꕥ You run back inside to your house and grab a small wrapped box and run back out to where Erwin was standing.

ꕥ You hand Erwin the box and he opens it.

ꕥ He takes out the gold watch that you had bought him and puts it on his wrist.

ꕥ "Well? Do you like it?"

ꕥ "No, I don't like it."

ꕥ Your heart sank hearing that. Your smiling face disappeared. "Oh..."

ꕥ "I don't like it. I love it."

ꕥ Your face brightens up again and you smile at him.

ꕥ "Really? I took a while picking it out so I really hope you like it!"

ꕥ "Of course I do. Now, let's get going. We don't want to be late for our reservation."

ꕥ You get into Erwin's car and he drives you out to a fancy restaurant that you haven't even seen before.

ꕥ "Erwin, this place looks really expensive. Are you sure we're eating here?"

ꕥ "Trust me, love. We're at the right place. We're going inside now. Let's go."

ꕥ You both get out of the car and inside the fancy restaurant. Everything inside looked expensive and fancy. It was all unusual to you.

ꕥ Erwin walks up to the front desk and said to the lady there, "Hi, I have a reservation. The name is Erwin Smith."

ꕥ "Ah, yes sir. You're table should be on the top. Follow this guy and he should lead you to your table."

ꕥ A waiter came and grabbed some menus and led you to your table.

ꕥ You kept going up the stairs until you had finally reached the roof, where there were only a few tables and even fewer people.

ꕥ "Here's your table. Have a great meal and Happy Valentine's Day."

ꕥ Erwin pulls out a chair for you and he sits across from you.

ꕥ "Erwin, this place looks really really expensive."

ꕥ "Only reasonable since you deserve it."

ꕥ "Erwin, I love you, but this is too much."

ꕥ Erwin holds your hand and rubs his thumb over it.

ꕥ "Trust me, you deserve it. You're going through a lot right now and I'm sorry that I can't help much, so please, let me spoil you just for a little bit."

ꕥ Erwin made a huge income and spoils you often and you liked it, but he does it a little too often.

ꕥ Even after years of marriage, Erwin has never changed, he was always the same man that you had fallen in love with years ago. Never failing to spoil or keep you happy.

ꕥ You both ordered your food and you tried to pick the least expensive one, but Erwin told you that it was okay to buy whatever that you wanted.

ꕥ You both were laughing and having fun with the lovely evening that you both were experiencing.

ꕥ It was truly a night that you didn't want to end.

ღ 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 ღ

ꕥ You and your husband, Levi Ackerman, have an interesting relationship.

ꕥ You give all your heart to him, but in return he's usually cold.

ꕥ He's the type to not show his emotions much, but you were okay with it.

ꕥ He's had a hard life, so your goal is to try to make it better for him.

ꕥ It's Valentine's Day and the streets were filled with wonderful colors of red, pink, and white.

ꕥ You were out shopping for some groceries, but on you way, you decided to get something that your husband would like.

ꕥ You looked through so many stores, but you haven't found anything that you think that he would like. Defeated, you decided to go home. You could look for a gift later since he wasn't at home.

ꕥ To your surprise, Levi was in the kitchen cleaning when you came home.

ꕥ "What are you doing?"

ꕥ Levi looks up at you with a death glare.

ꕥ "Take off your shoes. I just swept the house. And I'm cleaning, what does it look like I'm doing."

ꕥ You quickly take off your shoes and bring all the groceries to the kitchen and start to put them away.

ꕥ Levi was a very clean person, so he normally cleans the house often. He can't stand it being dirty.

ꕥ "I didn't think that you would be home this early, Levi."

ꕥ "They told me to get off work since everyone was spending the rest of the day for Valentine's Day. I don't understand the huge fuss about it."

ꕥ "Well, it's a day where you could send your love to the person that you love and hold close."

ꕥ "Anyone could do that any day. Anyways, put all those away and then help me clean the house. It's a mess right now."

ꕥ You put everything away and helped Levi clean the house.

ꕥ You were kind of hurt when you heard what he said earlier.

ꕥ To you, Valentine's Day was a big thing, but he's probably going to do what he does every year on this day.

ꕥ Take you out for a little and then go home.

ꕥ "Oi, oi oi, stop spacing out."

ꕥ You look over at Levi and you realized that your hand had stopped moving.

ꕥ "Oh, sorry."

ꕥ Levi sighs and asks, "Do you want to go anywhere today?"

ꕥ "Not really. I'd rather hear about what you think."

ꕥ "I don't do this often, but I have something for you."

ꕥ Levi drops his cleaning tools and heads into the living room to open one of the drawers. He pulls out a card from one of the drawers and sets it on the counter in the kitchen.

ꕥ "After we're done cleaning, you can read it."

ꕥ You hurry to finish your work so that you could see what your husband had gotten for you.

ꕥ After when you were cleaned up and had put everything away, you took the card from the counter and sat on the sofa.

ꕥ You read the card that had a small little message inside, explaining how much Levi loves you and how much he really cares about you.

ꕥ He even apologizes for not being as expressive and soft like other guys.

ꕥ You look up at your husband with tears in your eyes.

ꕥ "Oi, why are you crying? It's just a few sentences."

ꕥ You stand up and hug your husband, holding him as tight as you could.

ꕥ "Levi, you didn't have to apologize. I love you just the way you are. Don't be sorry."

ꕥ "Okay, okay. Don't get all that mushy stuff with me. I don't like getting too emotional."

ꕥ You let go of Levi and he wipes your tears.

ꕥ "I have a wine bottle that I bought earlier today, so let's make some dinner so that we have something to eat while we drink this."

ꕥ You nod and headed to the kitchen with Levi to spend the rest of you Valentine's Day with him.

ღ 𝗘𝗹𝗱 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗻 ღ

ꕥ You were insanely popular at the collage that you were attending.

ꕥ Everyday, there was always a guy that would try to ask you out.

ꕥ Which was the reason why you were dreading today.

ꕥ It was Valentine's Day and you were afraid to open your locker and afraid to go to attend classes in general.

ꕥ You had received so many Valentine's today and you were starting to get sick of it.

ꕥ You were a really attractive women and you understood why people would like you, but too many people were always after you.

ꕥ You finally were able to breathe when you took a break and hung out with your friends.

ꕥ Petra, Oluo, Eld, and Gunther were already waiting for you at the intended meeting spot at the university.

ꕥ "Took you long enough," huffed Oluo."

ꕥ "Lay off, Oluo," you said to him. "I hope you bite your tongue and bleed out."

ꕥ "Okay, let's not get violent here," said Gunther, trying to stop a fight before it even happened.

ꕥ "What took you so long?" asked Petra.

ꕥ You sighed and replied, "The amount of guys that keep asking me out is insane. I'm so tired of it."

ꕥ "I could understand that," said Eld.

ꕥ You look over at him and noticed that he had his hair down.

ꕥ "Eld, you normally don't have your hair down. What made you decide to do it today?"

ꕥ "I don't know. Maybe girls will like it," he laughed.

ꕥ "No one likes you, Eld," said Oluo.

ꕥ "You shouldn't be talking, Oluo," you said to him. "You have no sex appeal."

ꕥ The others laugh and Oluo was now furious.

ꕥ "I'll let you know that I have a date later today, alright?"

ꕥ "Really? I would have never known since you're a fucking virgin."

ꕥ "Ouch, she really got you there," laughed Gunther.

ꕥ "Well, obviously, who would want someone who keeps trying to become Prof. Ackerman's copy," said Petra, rolling her eyes.

ꕥ "Petra, if you're trying to nag me like a girlfriend, you haven't gotten all the steps down."

ꕥ "Shut up. Whoever has a date with you, I feel bad for them."

ꕥ "Wouldn't that be yourself then?" said Eld, pointing at Petra and Oluo.

ꕥ You look at the two of them and laugh. "Wait! You two are going out? You're joking?"

ꕥ They both look away from each other, blush covering their faces.

ꕥ "A-anyways, we should get some food," said Petra, trying to change the subject.

ꕥ The five of you were about to head over to the cafe in the university, but Eld stopped you from going.

ꕥ "Stay back for a bit?"

ꕥ You tell Petra that you had to do something with Eld and that you and Eld would join them in a moment.

ꕥ Petra, Oluo, and Gunther head over to the cafe, leaving you and Eld alone together.

ꕥ "So, what do you want to talk about?" you asked Eld.

ꕥ He had his hand at the back of his neck, rubbing it.

ꕥ "Um, do you remember what I asked a few days ago?"

ꕥ You try to remember what he had mentioned to you last when you two were alone. Finally, it hit you.

ꕥ Two days ago, Eld had asked you if you could stay back after class to talk.

ꕥ "What's up, Eld?" you asked him after class.

ꕥ "You know how Valentine's Day is coming up? Would you like to go out with me that day?"

ꕥ "Like a date?"

ꕥ "If you want it that way, sure, but only if you're okay with it."

ꕥ "I'm fine with it! Where do you want to go?"

ꕥ "I don't know, but I'll find something, but if you want to go somewhere then I'll see what I can do."

ꕥ "Well, there is this one place that I do want to go to."

ꕥ "Where is it?"

ꕥ "It's a new arcade that opened up nearby. I've been wanting to go, but I never really picked a good time to go then."

ꕥ "Then, we're going there. Um, for gifts, what do you like? I would get something as a surprise, but I don't want to get something you don't like."

ꕥ You laugh and reply to him, "You know what, surprise me. I honestly don't care what you get me because whatever you get me, I'll be happy since you got it for me."

ꕥ "Sounds good. I'll get back to you on this. We should head back now. The others are probably waiting."

ꕥ Back to the present, Eld was standing there, hoping that you didn't forget what he had mentioned a couple days prior.

ꕥ You face palm and tell him, "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot since I've been getting asked out so much. Yeah, I remember."

ꕥ Eld sighs in relief. "That's good to hear. Do you want to meet up here after school so that I could take you? Or are you busy?"

ꕥ "Yeah, that sounds good! Thank you by the way."

ꕥ "It's nothing. I want to spend time with just the two of us. Let's meet up here when it's time to go."

ꕥ "Okay! We should get going and not leave the others waiting for us. Our break would be over soon too."

ꕥ The two of you go to join the others at the cafe and continue on with the day.

ꕥ When school was over, you go back to your dorm and change quickly so that Petra doesn't notice that you were about to go out.

ꕥ You succeed and when you got to the meeting spot, you see Eld already standing there.

ꕥ Eld notices you and waves.

ꕥ You walk over to him and he hands you some flowers and some chocolates.

ꕥ "Eld, you didn't have to get anything for me."

ꕥ "It's just a small gift. I didn't really know what you wanted so I got you these. Anyways, are you ready to go?"

ꕥ "Mhm! Let's go!"

ꕥ You both walk over to Eld's car and he drives the two of you to the arcade that you had mentioned before.

ꕥ The two of you walk inside and explore the place, looking and playing all the different games that were available.

ꕥ You knew Eld to be the laid-back type and he was really chill.

ꕥ He would listen to anything that you had to say and made sure you felt comfortable around him.

ꕥ He was even able to get you a plushie that you wanted from the claw machine.

ꕥ You didn't realize it, but you were slowly falling for him.

ꕥ But everyday has an end and yours was almost over.

ꕥ Eld was driving you back to the university so that you could get back to your dorm with Petra.

ꕥ "That was really fun," you say to Eld, holding the plushie he got you close to your chest.

ꕥ "I'm glad that you had fun," replied Eld, focusing on driving. "Um, if you don't mind, do you want to go on a second date anytime soon?"

ꕥ "Yeah! I love hanging out with you, Eld."

ꕥ He smiles. "I guess it's a date then."

ღ 𝗚𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘇 ღ

ꕥ You got to the cafe where you had worked part-time at. Your co-workers were already there waiting for you.

ꕥ "Sorry I'm late everyone!"

ꕥ "You're good," replied Petra. "Get changed into uniform, we have a lot of customers today."

ꕥ "I'd say we might have to go into overtime," said Oluo. "I better get good tips if we are."

ꕥ "No one is going to give you anything if you keep that attitude," said Eld, rolling his eyes.

ꕥ "I'll get changed right away and I'll help out."

ꕥ You ran into the staff room and changed into uniform immediately. You ran back out and went to where Gunther was standing.

ꕥ "I guess I'm going to be working with you for now."

ꕥ He smiles at you. "Yeah, be ready though. There's going to be a lot of people."

ꕥ "Well, it is Valentine's Day. People are probably here on a date."

ꕥ "Speaking of that, do you have a date today?"

ꕥ "I wish. I heard from Petra earlier that Oluo had asked her out. Eld already had something planned with his girlfriend."

ꕥ Gunther nods as he listens to you. "That just leaves the two of us then."

ꕥ "Yeah, though I wish that I had someone that would take me out."

ꕥ "Don't worry. I bet there's someone that would take you out."

ꕥ You smile at him and thanked him.

ꕥ Customers came streaming in, so you didn't get to talk with Gunther much.

ꕥ Finally when you got a break, you went into the staff room to have a little space and breathing room.

ꕥ Suddenly, you saw something in your bag that you were sure wasn't there before.

ꕥ It was a Valentine's Day card from someone, but the writer didn't sign their name.

ꕥ It read, "Hi, Y/N. Happy Valentine's Day. It's too bad that no one asked you out today, so are you free later today? If you are, come to this cafe after work. From, your secret admirer."

ꕥ You, being the most oblivious person ever, didn't know who it's from, but seeing this card made you feel a little better.

ꕥ Petra walked into the staff room without you knowing and looked over your shoulder to read the card that you just read.

ꕥ "Who's that from?"

ꕥ You jumped in shock, just to see your friend behind you.

ꕥ "Damn, Petra. You scared the shit out of me."

ꕥ "Who's the card from?"

ꕥ "I don't know. A secret admirer."

ꕥ "Well, do you have any idea who it could be?"

ꕥ You thought for a second. You didn't get much of a chance to talk to anyone earlier today besides Gunther before you started working.

ꕥ Then, it hit you. How could you not see it earlier?

ꕥ "It's probably from Gunther. I was talking to him earlier how no one was going to take me out and so he probably made this when he was on a break earlier."

ꕥ "Oooh, you should go then."

ꕥ "Yeah, probably. I really like Gunther too. He's a nice guy."

ꕥ "You're not wrong. But he's too quiet for me."

ꕥ "You shouldn't be talking. You're going on a date with someone who talks too much."

ꕥ "We don't talk about that."

ꕥ Eld opens the staff room door and pokes his head in. "Are you two ladies done yet? We need you both out here."

ꕥ You and Petra walk out of the staff room and get back to work.

ꕥ While you were serving people, you couldn't help but look at Gunther while working, but he never noticed when you were looking.

ꕥ After work, you went home and changed into a f/c dress. You put the address of the cafe onto your phone and drove there.

ꕥ In front of the cafe, you could see someone dressed in a nice suit standing there with a rose in hand.

ꕥ You immediately knew who it was from his tall, brown hair. It was no one other than Gunther.

ꕥ You walked up to him. "I knew that the card was from you."

ꕥ "Was it really that obvious?"

ꕥ "No, I'm an oblivious person. I didn't get it until Petra pointed it out."

ꕥ He chuckles and hands you the rose. "Here. This is for you. Sorry I can't get much."

ꕥ You took the rose from him. "You didn't have to. Anyways, what do you want to do since you called me out here?"

ꕥ "Come with me inside here. It's a nice quiet place where we could spend some time here."

ꕥ He extends his hand and you grab it and walked inside the cafe with his hand with yours.

ꕥ Inside, it really was quiet. There were very few people and someone playing a piano on a stage in the back of the cafe.

ꕥ You and Gunther get a table and started talking with each other for most of the night. You learned a lot about him that you didn't know before and you decided to talk to him about yourself as well.

ꕥ Honestly, you always found him as a shy person and he was, but when he was with you, he wasn't as shy anymore.

ꕥ Later, the two of you walk out of the cafe together and Gunther walked you to your car.

ꕥ "Thanks for tonight."

ꕥ He blushes and replies, "I-it's no problem. Um, is it okay if I do something really quick?"

ꕥ You looked at him in confusion, but you nodded in agreement.

ꕥ He pulled you into a hug. At first, you were surprised, but you hugged him back. You could feel his heart beating and the warmth that he was radiating from his body. You didn't want to let go and neither did him.

ꕥ You two eventually let go since it was late and the two of you needed to go home.

ꕥ "Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."

ꕥ "Happy Valentine's Day, Gunther."

ღ 𝗢𝗹𝘂𝗼 𝗕𝗼𝘇𝗮𝗱𝗼 ღ

ꕥ You were spending a lazy day with your four roommates since it was one of those days that you felt like doing nothing.

ꕥ It was two days before Valentine's Day and you and your best friend, Petra, were talking in your shared room about it.

ꕥ "So, do you have someone that you want to ask out?" you asked your friend.

ꕥ She blushes and replies, "No, I don't."

ꕥ You looked at her suspiciously and she finally tells you the truth.

ꕥ "Okay, I'm thinking about asking Levi."

ꕥ "I knew it. You talk about Levi a lot."

ꕥ "What about you? Do you have someone in mind?"

ꕥ "Hmm. I don't think so. I can't think of anyone if particular. Honestly, if someone asks me out, I don't know what I'm going to do. Especially if I don't know them well."

ꕥ Petra nods. "Yeah, I understand that."

ꕥ Suddenly, one of your other roommates named Oluo, opened the door.

ꕥ "Are you two done talking? Eld and Gunther just came back with the pizza that we ordered earlier."

ꕥ "Could you at least knock before entering a woman's room?"

ꕥ "Oh, sorry let me try that again."

ꕥ Oluo closes the door and knocks before opening it again.

ꕥ "Better?"

ꕥ You rolled your eyes. Oluo and you were usually like this. Petra would back you up, but Eld and Gunther would try to stop the two of you.

ꕥ They said that you were like cats and dogs.

ꕥ You lightly shove him out of the doorway so that you and Petra could get out.

ꕥ You all walk to the dinner table, where Eld and Gunther was setting the table.

ꕥ "Do you guys need help?"

ꕥ "No, we're good. Come and eat," said Eld, sitting down in a chair.

ꕥ You and Petra sit next to each other and all five of you start to eat.

ꕥ "So, what's everyone doing for Valentine's Day?" asked Gunther, grabbing a slice of pizza. "It's coming up soon."

ꕥ "I'm going out with my girlfriend on that day."

ꕥ Oluo scoffs loudly and everyone looks at him.

ꕥ "What's the big deal about Valentine's Day? It's so stupid," said Oluo.

ꕥ "How is it stupid?" you asked him. "It's a nice day were people could show their love."

ꕥ "That's the thing. Seeing couples just doing all that stuff in public just irks me."

ꕥ "Why do I get the feeling that you secretly like it," said Petra.

ꕥ Oluo gets startled and chokes on the slice of pizza that he was eating. He coughs and sips his can of soda that was nearby.

ꕥ "Why would I like it? I just said why I hated it."

ꕥ "Whatever, let's just eat," said Eld. "Let's not fight and enjoy this pizza."

ꕥ Later that day, Oluo entered the room that he shared with Gunther and Eld to ask for advice from the two of them.

ꕥ "I thought you didn't like Valentine's Day," snickered Eld.

ꕥ "Shut up, I need help."

ꕥ "What's up, Oluo?" asked Gunther. "Who are you planning to ask?"

ꕥ Oluo takes a breath in and then replies, "I'm planning to ask Y/N out."

ꕥ Eld completely lost it. He starts laughing hysterically and Gunther was trying to hide his giggles.

ꕥ "What's so funny?"

ꕥ Eld tries to collect himself and say, "You and Y/N? Really? I'm sorry! I can't stop laughing! I didn't think that you would fall for her!"

ꕥ "True. This was a surprise for me too," said Gunther.

ꕥ Oluo gets mad and says, "Okay, if you guys aren't going to help, then just keep quiet at least. I'll figure something myself then."

ꕥ "Good luck!" laughed Eld. Gunther ended up having to throw him off the bed to make him stop laughing.

ꕥ For the next two days, Oluo started gathering gifts and started to play scenarios in his head and figure out what he was going to do.

ꕥ He had already ordered everything that he needed and was prepared for Valentine's Day to come.

ꕥ Finally, Valentine's Day had come.

ꕥ When you woke up, everyone was already gathered in the living room.

ꕥ Suddenly, the doorbell rang and you went to open the door. Petra was close behind you.

ꕥ A man holding dozens of flowers, a box of chocolates and a Valentine's Day card in hand.

ꕥ "I have an order for Ms. Y/N L/N."

ꕥ "That would be," you said to the man.

ꕥ "This is all for you."

ꕥ "I didn't order all this though."

ꕥ "I don't know. Someone ordered it with your name. I'm just doing my job. Have a nice day and happy Valentine's day."

ꕥ You close the door and walk back inside. Eld and Gunther were shocked at how many flowers there were.

ꕥ "Woah, that's a lot of flowers," said Eld, his eyes wide open.

ꕥ "Yeah, who would buy all those?" commented Gunther.

ꕥ "Yeah, I wonder," said Oluo, a small smirk appearing on his face. Eld and Gunther look over at him. They already know who bought it.

ꕥ "Hey, you should read the card," said Petra, pointing at the card.

ꕥ "Okay, I guess," you said. You opened the card and read aloud the contents that were in it.

ꕥ "Sometimes I wonder how you put up with me, but then I remember that I have to put up with you. That makes us even. Happy Valentine's Day."

ꕥ "That's it?" asked Petra. "Not even a name?"

ꕥ Eld and Gunther looked over at Oluo, who had bitten his tongue in shock.

ꕥ The two of them face palmed. You and Petra looked at them in confusion, but they shook their heads and said not to worry about it.

ꕥ "Who would send all this and then not even a name to say who it is?" you complained. "Honestly, this is a lot."

ꕥ "Yeah it is," agreed Petra.

ꕥ "Anyways, since I just got a Valentine's, I might as well give all you guys the Valentine's Day gifts that I got for you all. I swear to God, don't pay me back."

ꕥ You run into your room and get all the gifts that you had bought everyone.

ꕥ They all opened their gifts and thanked you, except Oluo.

ꕥ "Do you not like your gift?" you asked him.

ꕥ "No, I like it, but I don't understand why you got Valentine's for everyone."

ꕥ "You guys are all my close friends so it would be weird if I didn't get anything for you guys."

ꕥ "Aww, thanks, Y/N," said Petra, giving you a hug.

ꕥ "Yeah, we really appreciate it," said Eld. "Anyways, I need to get going. I don't want my girlfriend waiting for me too long. Bye guys. I'll see you later when I get home tonight."

ꕥ "Have fun," said Gunther.

ꕥ Eld leaves the house and Gunther also left to go to work since he didn't have anything to do.

ꕥ Petra left to go out with Levi, which she was able to ask out successfully.

ꕥ That left you and Oluo together.

ꕥ "You're not going anywhere?" you asked him.

ꕥ "I don't have anywhere to go. What about you?"

ꕥ "Same. I was planning to stay home today. I wasn't expecting this though."

ꕥ "I wonder who it's from. Probably some idiot."

ꕥ "I know it's from you."

ꕥ Oluo looked at you in shock.

ꕥ "H-how did you?"

ꕥ "Based on your reaction. It looked like you already knew that this was going to happen. So I used that to think that it was you."

ꕥ "Well, since you know now and we're both free, want to go somewhere with me?"

ꕥ "Is that you trying to ask me out on a date?"

ꕥ "You know what, sure. So will you go or not, woman?"

ꕥ "Damn, you don't have to be so mean while asking. Sure, I'll go with you. I've got nothing better to do anyways."

ꕥ You decided to spend the day with Oluo, which was something that you never imagined doing.

ꕥ On the date, he was actually nice to you. He listened to what you had to say while trying to talk about himself.

ꕥ You learned a lot about him that you didn't know. He kept up the facade of being another person so that people doesn't perceive him as weak.

ꕥ He felt like he wasn't missed at home since he has five younger brothers, so his parents might not miss him, which was the reason why he doesn't go see his family often.

ꕥ This side of Oluo was new to you and you wanted to see more of this from him.

ꕥ Truth to be told, you actually had a crush on Oluo, but you would never admitted it to anyone since it would be weird because the two of you all fight often.

ꕥ It was now the evening and the two of you were taking a small stroll in the park before going back to the house.

ꕥ You shivered due to the cold breeze, but that chill was soon replaced by warmth.

ꕥ You felt a jacket over your shoulders. You look up at Oluo, who was putting his jacket on your shoulder. Blush slowly painting his face red.

ꕥ "Helpless woman," he muttered.

ꕥ You thank him quietly and wore his jacket to keep you warm.

ꕥ "Next time, you should bring a jacket. It's still winter and it's cold."

ꕥ "I didn't think that you would care about me."

ꕥ Oluo was taken aback and avoided eye contact with you.

ꕥ "Honestly, I care about you a lot."

ꕥ You stopped walking and look at him.

ꕥ "Y/N, I've liked you for a long time and even if you reject me now, I'll still love you. I know that we fight a lot, but that's the only way that I could talk to you."

ꕥ You could see that he was speaking genuinely, his eyes now looking straight at you with a soft expression on his face.

ꕥ "Oluo, I like you a lot too. I've never admitted it, but I like you a lot. Everything that I have said when we fight, I don't mean it at all. I like you, Oluo. No, I love you."

ꕥ Suddenly, you felt a pair of lips crash onto yours. You felt all the love that Oluo had for you go into you, so you kissed back.

ꕥ The two of you pull apart and blush had attacked both your faces.

ꕥ "S-sorry," apologized Oluo. "I-I didn't mean to-"

ꕥ You pull him to your face to kiss again for him to shut up.

ꕥ "Don't apologize. This was long overdue."

ꕥ The two of you head for home and when you opened the door, you both saw Eld, Gunther, and Petra waiting for the two of you.

ꕥ "So where have the two of you been?" asked Gunther. "I came home hours ago and couldn't find the two of you anywhere."

ꕥ "We went on a little date," replied Oluo, sitting on the sofa. You take a seat next to him and he puts an arm around you.

ꕥ "You two didn't go on a date, did you?" asked Petra.

ꕥ "What if we did?" asked Oluo.

ꕥ Eld started laughing loudly. "You really went out to do it?"

ꕥ "What's wrong Eld?" you asked him. "What's so funny to be laughing?"

ꕥ "I just didn't expect the two of you to be out together."

ꕥ "Well, let's just say that it made the two of us open up to each other a lot," you say to Eld while looking at your now lover, Oluo.

ꕥ "No more fights?" asked Oluo.

ꕥ "No more fights."

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #eld jinn #gunther schultz #oluo bozado #oluo bossard #oruo bozad #valentines day #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot #aot x reader #wattpad

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winnix85 · 4 years ago

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About Lewis Nixon’s mother Doris Ryer Nixon (Mrs Stanhope Nixon)

Source: mostly from old newspapers and digitized documents (I can’t guarantee the accuracy because they are fragmented information. I will just put it out there for someone may find some interesting useful backstories).

Doris Ryer was born on Oct 1 1894.

Her father Fletcher Ryer was a wealthy pioneer agriculturalist in California. He owned 6,600-acre (27 km2) ranch on Ryer Island, which was named in their honor. Because Doris was his only heiress, this ranch all went to Doris and then to Lewis Nixon III and ultimately to Grace Nixon. It's an agricultural (instead of livestocks) ranch. They grew crops, fruits and vegetables such as wheat, milo, safflower, pears, apples, cherries, grapes, tomatoes and asparagus. They produced such large amount of asparagus that Doris's mother, Mrs Ryer was nicknamed Asparagus Queen back then. This farm is still up and running today, managed by Clarence Hester from 1950s to 1990s (Nix' war buddy, the regimental S3, the one who wrestled with Dick in that photo), after him by his son Thomas Hester.

Doris was educated at Madame Payen's school in Paris from 1906 to 1914 (her entire high school).

Fletcher Ryer died an early death in 1911 (when Doris was about 16). Doris was close to her mother Mrs Blanche Ryer. Mrs Blanche Ryer, though very charming, married very very young. As a pretty, attractive, wealthy widow she determined to ensure that her daughter Doris have a brilliant "bellehood" as a girl. She took Doris to tour around the world. For example, in Sep1913, they traveled to Russia to present Doris at the court of Tsar Nicholas II (Very inconvenient timing, I have to say).

Doris was very sweet and attractive, with pretty black eyes. Her mother has always been most ambitious for her handsome daughter. She aimed to marry Doris to British aristocracy. Doris was presented at Buckingham Palace in 1914, wearing "a white satin princess gown embroidered in pearls and brilliants". Mrs Ryer has had her eye on several members of the British aristocracy for Doris, "but this cruel war, of course, smashed all of her well-laid plans to smithereens." She has to stoop so low to choose from American heirs.

Doris married Stanhope in Jan 1917 in New York at Church of Heavenly Rest. Their wedding was the social event of the year. Guests from coast to coast attended Nixon-Ryer wedding.

The bride's costume was soft white satin, made in combination with pearl embroidered net. She worn a lovely veil, the same that had been worn by her grandmother at her wedding, which was held in place with a band of diamonds. Her only other ornament was a necklace of diamonds with a large pear-shaped diamond pendant, the gift of the bridegroom.

Because the father of bride has died, she was given away by governor of New York Charles S. Whitman. Among those in attendance were the Brazilian ambassador and Argentine ambassador.

After the wedding the new couple went to Bermuda for honeymoon and then they lived at 52 East Fifty-second Street NYC (but later moved to 46 East 65 Street). In 1920 census, the household of the new couple included Stanhope the head of the house, Doris the wife, Lewis the one and half yr old old baby son, and a butler and 3 maids. They also have a suburb house at 167 Grange Ave, New Jersey (a 20-room estate, equiped with oil burning hot water heat, a 4-car garage, servants quarters, a boat house and a stable).

After marrying off her daughter to the Nixons, Mrs Blanche Ryer re-married in 1920 to Clifford Erskine-Bolst, a British conservative party politician. Mr Erskine-Bolst was elected to the British House of Commons in 1923 and again in 1931. To help him win the election, she made generous donations to King George's Hospital in England. She campained hard for him, making speeches and appealing to the constituency in the South Hackney district.

In 1920s, mama Doris bought a villa at Riviera France from the late Grand Duchess Anastasia of Russia. She lived there until her death in 1939 (This villa went to Nix. But he didn't like living there, too much hassle to open the house. He prefered to stay at the hotel Cap Estel. In 1950s he leased it to the Kennedys).

Doris and Stanhope seemed to be ok in 1920s. They attended social events together and traveled to England together. After Lew, they had a baby boy in 1922 (who tragically died in 3 months. Doris' mother went to New York to be with her.) Then they had Blanche Nixon in Aug 1924 (also born in NYC). While living in NYC, it seems little Lew was often spending time with his grandfather. Grandpa often took him to play at central park. For example, he took Lew to that model yacht regatta in central park when he was 7, and to skate in central park in Jan 1927 when lew was 8. In 1927, Doris took 2 yr old Blanche to France to visit her mother, but she didn't take Lew (maybe he was too naughty?). Anyway, Doris took Blanche to see grandma almost every year but Lew was only with them on one visit when he was 10 yr old.

Doris appeared to be lonely and out of place in the social circle of New York. Here is a social note about her in 1929: "A remarkable girl with her embroidery frame, actually engaged in a simple, normal occupation in a land where the atmosphere is charged with hang-overs, gambling-losses and mistrust. Nobody around here looks twice at a woman with mauve hair like Madame de Roch, or at a man with ear-rings and a bracelet on his ankle. But let a girl take out a half-finished centerpiece and commence embroidering and every lorgnette in the crowd is whipped into place."

At the end of 1920s, Doris seemed to be so unhappy to live on the east coast anymore, and she still regarded CA to be her real home. Stanhope sold their house in New Jersey and bought a new house in Montecito (also a mansion with a large stable and everything). In the 1930 census they were living at 180 Cold Spring Road, montecito, CA (Stanhope, Doris, Lewis (11yr), Blanche(5yr), and a French governess, and 2 servants). Lew attended boarding school at Cate School in Santa Barbara.

In social notes in 1930s, Stanhope and Doris mainly attended social events in CA (Santa Barbara and San Francisco), they also travel to New York to visit Mr and Mrs Lewis Nixon Sr.. The family traveled a lot, not only back and forth between east-west coasts, but also trips abroad. Doris always took Blanche with her, but Lew traveled on his own even when he was as young as 15 yr old. It appears that Doris and Stanhope's relationship has gone sour in 1930s. For example, in this 1934 social note: "The Stanhope Nixons will spend the Christmas holidays with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Nixon. Mr Nixon will return to California on Jan 1, and Mrs Nixon will sail for Europe to spend six months on the Riviera with her mother." (almost as if Doris was running away from Stanhope and hide in France after briefly met him on Xmas day. Meanwhile 15 yr old Lew was at boarding school in CA).

In 1940 census, Doris and Blanche were still living at 180 Cold Spring Road, montecito, CA (with a housekeeper, a cook and a maid). Stanhope was no longer in this household. Maybe they have separated. Lew was also not in this household for he has left for college.

Among the CA high society, Doris was a all-around likable person: "Doris is always bubbling over with enthusiasm, her joy of living and her wit making her a welcome guest at any affair". She was very enthusiastic about opera (and art events in general, such as oriental dance). She attended the openning of Opera Season at San Francisco every year (usually with Blanche, and she will grab Lew when she can catch him). In 1940, she offered a prize for the "Best one act play" to stimulate interest in the Lobero Theater of Santa Barbara. She also went to see excellent plays in New York when it's in season and made some witty comments about the remarkable fashion trends in New York: "The only lavender and old lace that you see today is on the individual--the lavender in the tinted hair, and the lace on the dainty unmentionables."

After the Pearl Harbor Attack, Doris turned from a socialite to a civic leader. In 1942 she became the national vice-president of the American Women's Voluntary Services (AWVS) (and during ww2). The AWVS recruited and trained women to harvest crops, do nurse works, driving trucks and sell war bonds. She encouraged women to show more interest in international affairs. She also founded Guide Dogs for the Blind in 1943 (primarily to help the blinded veterans) and she made generous donations. In addition, she was the state commander of the California Cancer Society.

The AWVS duties kept her so busy, she has to relinquish her box at the opera house. She only had long enough time to have a toasted chicken sandwich for lunch. She put generous amount of English mustard on her sandwich. When her friends cautioned her not to put too much, she said:"If it puts me out, I will be a most excellent subject for the first aid class I am about to attend, and we will all find out how much we know!"

In the summer of 1945, Doris and Stanhope finally divorced (Stanhope even filed counter-suits seeking divorce on the grounds of desertion). They divorced in August, and Stanhope married "the Blond" in September 1945.

In June 1948, Doris died at home (944 Chestnut Str San Francisco CA). She had a stroke (and she always had hypertention). It seems her death was an unexpected sudden death because one month before she was still traveling around France with her daughter Blanche. Her will dictated to split her legacy equally between Blanche and Lew. She also left generous amount of money to employees such as housekeeper, secretary. For a former maid, she gave her $225 monthly for life.

#doris ryer nixon #Doris Ryer #Mrs Stanhope Nixon #She was a wonderful person #Generous kind and funny #lewis nixon #band of brothers

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diardiarmylove · 4 years ago

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The Other Mark

So I did some small research and apparently 1994 is when Zero occurred and Cu Chulainn played on Stay Night, which is I believe is 2004? So for plot’s sake let’s make it that Dia got summoned in 2004, since I’m grouchy with years not aligning with character ages. Did some math and the sibling’s age is figured out, Amane 22 and Caster is 27 [He still celebrates even if he no longer ages, what a baby.].

also yea, I love making my oc’s suffer to form a strong character. sorry, I just enforce them.

Attempted Angst(?),. I watched a teeny tiny bit of Fate Zero, just where he got stabbed by his own spear. (rip man) Planned on making it three-way, y��know since Cu, but I just really wanna adore Dia bby. Also Caster is not here because in this AU she summons it around fifth/sixth singularity. Also uh, open ending cause I’m not done in America Singularity.

AU : Soulmate AU. Both Parties Swaps Scars And The Pain With It, It Will Fade from their Body By 18 And The Destined Partners Would Swap Scars, depending on the damage, the other end of the stick would feel it, may also vary. The wound would fade if their soulmate die, and depending on their age, they’d receive the pain, then the scar, sometimes both at once.

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Fate is truly cruel, no?

Soul marks sometimes show their partner’s experiences, through words, or by wounds. Other soulmates have first words, timers, red strings, matching bracelet, yet she had such a awful soul mark. She feels guilty that all the scars she gained training and honing every weapon she own in her arsenal; the little mistakes that could’ve ended her life had she been less careful.

She eventually forgot, as the Grand Order became a priority. She would remember sometimes, when she watched the doctor stitch and stare for reactions. She knew her scar wouldn’t fade. Her soulmate is dead, after all. They died one night in 2004, when she was ten, alone and was nothing more than a guinea pig for her parent’s sick curiosity.

Their next Singularity was America, precisely, 1780′s. Was when her burn faded and stab wound found exactly between the valley of her breast.

Of all the things Amane had to be reminded that her soulmate exist, was through a large burn like star between her chest, it looked like someone shot her heart with a burning arrow, the only difference was a large vertical scar the centers that burn.

It was the exact wound she felt as a child.

Relief washed over her soul at the sight. She sobbed when she saw it, they stayed there for thirty minutes to an hour. Mash beside her, who did her best comfort her Master.

“Senpai? What’s wrong?”, She said in an alert tone.

“My soulmate, Mash.”, She smiled as she cried in relief, “My soulmate’s alive. They’re a-alive..!”, she sobbed, before finally crashing to the Shielder’s arms. Mash placed her shield down, and cradled her master as she slowly sank to ground, sobbing in joy.

She remembers when it happened. Smiling through a painful memory as she clenched her chest.

Amane was seven when she learned her gift, her parents joined an operation that investigates mages nature two years ago. They would summon Heroic Spirits to create Demi-Servants. With the failure of such, they moved on to their next project.

Studying the nature of Advanced Mages, the kind of mage Amane and her brother is. His brother had indestructible barriers and his sister gained an ability to will daggers and knives. They made a mistake showing their parents.

They were then chosen, along with a few candidates. But after a report their parents passed to the higher ups, they were priority subjects.

When then denied, their parents gaslights them to obeying, to apologizing, to participating. Gruesome Experiments were ensued from there, and they were only eight and thirteen years old.

Eventually, a serious experiments failed drastically, and it brought her brother with it, he was fifteen.

They shrugged his death off, and just threw him away. And they hard scoped on the next best thing. Her.

During that duration, Amane’s wounds would disappear. The scientists believed this was because her soulmate being a newly adult and is suddenly taking the blows of what her body is suffering. For some reason, that was the last time she felt relief.

The doctors told her that there was a high chance it was her soulmate. Not like she’ll meet them, they said. The ultimate challenge for her would be to kill them, and feel the pain of her soulmate’s life fading away. The last piece that will complete her creation.

Fate got ahead of them, of course, she would.

Her hope died when she felt like she was stab through the chest. A phantom pain, of what felt like she’d been stabbed by a spear. She was ten. No one helped her. That was the end of her two months worth of relief and she knew she was truly alone. Her soulmate had died.

She stayed in that horrid laboratory for three years more. During that time, she was forced to expand her current mana pool, basically overexerting her use on magic. She fainted and woke up after a week.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was the experiments they performed. She knew they wanted her to be a weapon.

She was the only candidate to make a human version of a heroic spirit, especially with her skill set.

She was put into a room where she had to stay in place and make a barrier for as long as the gunner shoot magic infused bullets, she wasn’t allowed to will a sword to kill the gunner, nor is she allowed to deflect. She failed that test, and resulted a 3rd degree burn on the outer side of her arm.

She was injected with vials of unknown substances.

That was their mistake.

On her final day in that laboratory, she didn’t saw her parents, they became nothing more than silhouettes wearing coats, and Amane finally killed them before ran with all her life, hoping to get to the other end of the country, where she can be safe. She didn’t care if someone doesn’t take her in, all she cared was to get away.

After she knew she was safe, she focused on honing her abilities. Which miraculously help her end up in Chaldea, tested to be a Master Candidate.

Which led her here, in America, after clearing four singularities, with a present from fate that her significant other was suddenly alive. That would be impossible right? They died in 2004. Are they a Heroic Spirit? Most probably.

She had to shake her thought off. She’s on a mission that will change the world. She stray now and she will no more than a traitor to Humanity.

She then met up with Florence Nightingale, who is a Berserker Class Heroic Spirit, and the veteran nurse, after she fainted. Florence attempted to cut her scar open, until Mash explained it significance and their job in this singularity.

And it finally led them here.

In the field.

Where Florence aids the wounded as they face off against Celtic Soldiers led by two Lancer Class Heroic Spirit. Fionn Mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.

A long fight ended with their victory, until Fionn decided to join. Before they can begin however, Fionn stopped. He stopped and stared as his ally’s injuries fade, as if nothing happened.

“Diarmuid, your wounds.”, Fionn muttered, and Diarmuid looks at his body. The only injury that remained was the scars on his arms and hands, along with the large burn on the outer side of his left arm.

They weren’t able to analyze further, as they heard a choked gasp, and all attention went to the Master.

Gold eyes met wide gradient eyes, as her white clothes suddenly became bloody from the inside. The only thing he saw was her muttering a word before she collapsed.

“Senpai!”, Mash drops her shield, to catch the girl’s front, while Florence held her up from behind.

The two Lancers watched and held their men in place, as Florence slowly laid the Master’s body to the ground, and Mash giving Amane what bit of mana she can offer. Florence finally pulls out a knife and tears the uniform off. The damage done shocked Mash and the Berserker.

“Lancer, your wounds.”, Florence starts, “It went to her body, the damage of a heroic spirit must’ve shocked her body.”

“What?”, the doctor said in a worried tone. “You’re right! Her vitals are haywire, she must’ve went into shock when the fresh injuries appeared in her body from Diarmuid’s! She’s still conscious! Hang in there, Amane!”

Diarmuid froze before focusing on the Master’s unconscious body. He wanted to know, what curse made him unknowingly hurt someone.

“Diarmuid.”, Fionn commands.

“My liege.”, Diarmuid looked hurt, he was guilty. “I must know. Whatever curse has been placed on me.. that made that Master take the blunt of my injuries..”, all he could blame was the scars and burns that appeared in his body the moment he was summoned.

Mash stared at the Lancer’s state. The injuries she and Florence inflicted were truly gone, except very particularly placed scars. Some were from when the doctor would stitch her after a Singularity. Some were when she found the scars on one of her arms after being almost burned by Fafnir, but only catching a portion of her sleeve. And a very particularly large burn, she saw too many times on her Master’s arm that faded when they arrived at the Singularity.

Mash had a mission, and that included her Master’s well being.

“Were you perhaps.. Stabbed in the chest once?”, She watched as the guilt-filled Spirit froze even further.

“I-I was... For the duration of when I summoned, I kept receiving injuries. That was two months.”, Diarmuid gulped.

“Amane’s vitals are stabilizing! Wh-- Amane, what are you doing!? Rest!”, they heard Roman’s stern tone, and Mash turned back to her Master, and watched as she stood up, her teared and bloody top slipping off her arms, leaving her in nothing more than a gray sports bra.

They still as she struggled to get up, eventually summoning a halberd, and slammed it on the ground before leaning on it.

In that very position, was a very familiar vertical stab aligned perfectly between the valley of her breast, surrounded by a burn that looked like a brown star on her chest.

They watched as her body began healing itself, what remained were the stab wounds, as they became a scar. She finally raised her head and shakily sigh, before she giggled.

“Do you have any idea how alone I was after you left the world precisely twelve years ago, soulmate?”

#diarmuid ua duibhne #lancer diarmuid #fate grand order #fate grand order oc #fate scenarios #Works From 12 AM Onwards #mash kyrielight #berserker florence #florence nightingale #fionn mac cumhail

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sgrayonderii · 5 years ago

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letters from no one

SSM19 Prompt #18: Between the lines

Sarada hopes that her papa is just as romantic as mama believes.

Her mama has always been popular and it is never a surprise when she comes home with gifts. Sometimes it’s candy from the little old ladies whose hips mama replaced month before. Other times it’s crafts from the patients at the Children’s Center, pictures drawn in messy crayon and paper mache sculpture that are little lopsided. Even veterans from the last Shinobi war still send mama greeting cards on New Years every year.

But more often than not Mama receives flowers.

Sarada thinks bitterly that since papa left, the men of the village have gotten braver.

They gift her mama with magnificent bouquets. Dozens and dozens of long stem roses, carnations as big as her head, and of course cherry blossoms.

Sarada wishes these dumb suitors would at least have some originality.

After her mama subtly disposes of yet another large bouquet of red roses, because really how many roses does mama actually need?, Sarada asks her mother whether papa ever gave her flowers.

“Of course he has silly,” she would chuckle. Mama’s eyes twinkle as if she is aware of a grand secret, “your papa is quite the romantic.”

But Sarada doubts that.

Despite her mama’s admirers singlehandedly keeping the Yamanakas in business, Auntie Ino swears that she had never seen her father purchase a flower for her mama in all the years she manned the family store. Instead he gifts her practical but very unromantic items. A knife sharpener. Her favorite snacks.

Socks.

The Sixth laughs softly and tells Sarada that papa is lucky that mama has been so head over heels for her him from the day they met, because her father didn’t know the first thing about courting.

And Seventh merely sighs defeatedly and tells her that her father loves her mother very, very much. Even if he has trouble showing it.

And of course Sarada knows there is nothing romantic at all about leaving behind a wife and child.

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When she is looking through mama’s wardrobe one day for some sparkly bracelets to show ChoCho at their sleep-over next week, Sarada comes across a finely carved wooden box tucked between Mama’s socks and flannel pajama pants. She opens it expecting some treasure inside but instead finds several notebooks.

Curious, Sarada begins to flip through the pages. She cannot imagine her mama keeping a diary. Sarada has never seen her write in one, just in the margins of medical textbooks and paperwork from the hospital at the dinner table.

Inside the notebooks are carefully pressed and delicately preserved flowers. They aren’t the grand flowers she sees at Auntie Ino’s store and not the common ones mama’s suitors give her.

Instead they are more likened to wildflowers or weeds. Grown untouched by man and completely wild and imperfect.

Next to each pressed flower is a series of numbers in Sakura’s methodical handwriting. Sarada concludes these are dates from the steady ascension of the values. Mama never keeps the flowers from her admirers, so it surprises her that she would keep these plain blooms and in such careful fashion.

She returns from the library the next day with a hefty reference guide to flowers, plants, and their miscellaneous meanings, and Sarada meticulously looks up every single plant in those notebooks.

Bellflowers for unwavering love. Dandelions for overcoming hardships. Rue for regret.

Some blossoms don’t have a particular meaning, but they can’t be found anywhere near Konoha. These plants come from high in the mountains, deep in the forests, and hidden in the desert plains. Nowhere a normal traveler would go just for a tiny bloom

And others she can’t identify at all. Too exotic, too strange, and not at all like anything in the world. As if someone is sending mementos from a trip across the universe.

There is no sender. No return address. No clue on who sends her mother love letters in the form of flowers.

But mama is always in a particularly good mood whenever a new flower is added to her collection. And Sarada wonders who would send her mama these flowers and why her mama keeps them so lovingly preserved.

Perhaps it is a hobby and Sakura’s acquaintances from all over send her these rare plants to satisfy her mother’s curiosity. Or perhaps they are from a persistent but shy secret admirer who has the common sense not to send the stereotypical bouquet.

But most of all, she hopes its her papa. That the papa she is starting to forget still remembers her mama and her. Hopes that he still has a shred of romanticism left. That these messages are just his secret way of telling them that he is alive and well. That he still thinks of them.

Because when she asks her mama whether she thinks papa whether will be home soon, her mama tells her that papa will be back as soon as he can.

But mama has always been a terrible liar.

Because in reality, papa doesn’t send messages. Not to her, not to her mother. His mission is top secret and shrouded in mystery. And as far as she knows, save the Seventh, he hasn’t contacted anyone in years. Maybe because he can’t. Or maybe because he doesn’t want to.

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A few days before her parents’ wedding anniversary, she finds herself shopping with her father for the perfect gift.

Sarada figures he would need help and she doesn’t want her mama to be disappointed by her husband’s lack of romance. So Sarada points out the flowers at Auntie Ino’s shop and explains each ones’ meaning. Ino watches over the father-daughter duo with bemusement.

“Do you need help there sir? I can see you seem to be quite a novice in the language of flowers!” From the back room, Sarada can hear Uncle Sai’s monotone chuckle.

But Papa scoffs, “Don’t listen to her Sarada, I’ve sent Sakura flowers before.” He says as if he is just stating a fact. Like telling her the sky is blue or the weather is fair in spring. But the tips of his ears burn bright red.

And Sarada can’t help but tease her father too, “Well aren’t you romantic papa?”

A/N: A day late, unedited, and probably full of grammar mistakes! But happy SSM19! Thank you for reading!

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #ssm19 #ssm19d18 #sgrayonder #now sgrayonderii #my fics #sgrayonderii

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echoghost1 · 4 years ago

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My complete DannyMay 2020 fic list

Okay so I made up a google doc with links to each one of fics I wrote for this years DannyMay and I also wrote a brief description/summary for each story in case you were looking for something in particular.

and for those of you who don’t want to click on a link I’ll copy everything under the cut just so this post isn’t 100 yards long.

Also all the links for the stories are to my FF.net account, but you can also find them all here on Tumblr under my DannyMay 2020 tag.

Day 01 - Eyes Lancer notices Danny being unintentionally spooky

Day 02 - Flowers A continuation of Phanniemay 2018 Day 14 Flowers. Sam notices that a ghostly flower she received as a gift from a friendly ghost isn’t doing so well in the real world. Then Danny stops by.

Day 03 - Reflection Danny wakes up in a strange room and is unsure of how he got there. He’s even more confused when he realizes who trapped him in the first place.

Day 04 - Science Sam figures out the scientific term to what Danny is after doing some light reading.

Day 05 - Moon Danny has an interesting encounter at the local Chinese restaurant on the day of a full moon.

Day 06 - Stuck Wes figures the best way to crack the Fenton/Phantom case is to use Danny’s obsession against him. If only he knew what it was.

Day 07 - Second Chances This is a continuation of my own overarching lore which started in the 2017 Phanniemay fic Stories, then was a brief mention in the same years’ collection Childhood, and finally, in the 2018 Phanniemay story Call Back. So here is the newest installment of the Abigail the Tree Girl saga!

Day 08 - Lost This is an alternate perspective to a fic I started a really long time ago of the same name as this prompt, read here. Sam loses Danny during a ghost fight and does her best to find him.

Day 09 - Glow Danny thinks about his collection of glow in the dark stars.

Day 10 - Corruption A secretive cult of ghostly skeletons kidnaps Danny, but he is able to escape. Unfortunately, not without getting the strange bracelet stuck on his arm first.

Day 11 - Doctor This is a re-imagining of the episode Doctor’s Disorders. Basically, I'm ignoring the whole "I want a perfect body" motive and going back to her roots.

Day 12 - Gloves It’s only a week after the accident, but this is the first time Danny gets a really good look at his ghost form.

Day 13 - Regret A continuation of DannyMay 2020 Day 06 - Stuck. Wes thinks he’s cracked the code and uses a tutoring session with Danny to set his plan in motion.

Day 14 - Breathe Is it just a ghost sense? A danger sense? Or is it a death sense?

Day 15 - Fav AU This is inspired by the Role Swap AU by Phangirl96 and Anthropwashere. The Red Wraith fights off a dragon ghost and the next day Danny finds a strange amulet.

Day 16 - Bones The Red Huntress learns a bit about ghostly anatomy, or at least Phantom’s.

Day 17 - Childhood Jazz, Danny, Sam, and Tucker enjoy a casual night in when Jazz suggests they get to know each other better by playing a game of Truth or Dare.

Day 18 - Horror Danny attempts duplication again. It goes about as well as it did the first time. [TW: Body Horror]

Day 19 - Doors This is a continuation of my rarely touched Doctor Who/Danny Phantom Crossover. I did the first one WAY BACK in 2013 for Prompt 4 of the very first Phanniemay and then I waited 5 whole years before I went back to it again in the 2018 Phanniemay Prompt 10. This is part 3.

Day 20 - Sky A continuation of Stuck and Regret. Danny suffers the consequences of Wes’s meddling.

Day 21 - Ooze A continuation of one of my personal favorite one-shot fics, Rituals from 2017 Phanniemay. After the school’s Ghost Defense System adversely effects Danny, Maddie begins her quest for answers.

Day 22 - Isolation Continuation of the previous prompt Day 21 - Ooze. Danny wakes up at home when the last thing he remembers is puking his ectoplasmic guts out at school. To make things worse his mother is finally suspicious and is starting to put the pieces about him together.

Day 23 - Lightning It’s been exactly a year since his accident. Sam wants to celebrate after school, but first Danny has to help his Dad with a project in the lab.

Day 24 - Mask A continuation of PhannieMay 2017’s Day 7 Rituals, then followed by this year’s DannyMay Day 21 - Ooze followed by Day 22 - Isolation. After her conversation with Danny only leads to more questions, and more worry, Maddie dives deeper into her son’s mysteries. And maybe this time she’ll find the truth.

Day 25 - Break Part prequel to a small tiny section that I mentioned here in Day 23 Lighting. Danny needs to stop taking his aggression out on sentient beings, but bottling it up isn’t a good idea either.

Day 26 - Strange My take on the BNHA/MHA crossover AU. Danny has a unique quirk, so unique that it took years to discover what it actually was. Inspired by this and this.

Day 27 - Buried Jack is excited to share his newest invention with his children, a new tool that will help aid in uncovering the mysteries of ghostly obsessions.

Day 28 - Diner Tina is a veteran graveyard shift waitress at the Nasty Burger, she’s seen plenty of weirdos and strange things over the years. This night isn’t like any other.

Day 29 - Heat Valarie gets invited to a party at Paulina’s and ends up locked in the closet with Danny in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Day 30 - Family The latest edition of the series that starts first is PhannieMay 2017’s Day 7 Rituals, then followed by this year’s DannyMay Day 21 - Ooze, followed by Day 22 - Isolation, then most recently Day 24 - Mask. Danny and Maddie rush out to Jack’s aid as the simple test to reveal Danny’s ghost sense backfires.

Day 31 - Free Day Jazz suggests a simple technique to help Danny manage his anger.

#dannymay2020 #phan fics #I'm still so proud of myself for getting all 31 prompts done #next time I'll try to stay within the confines of the month lol #Danny Phantom

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dand3n · 5 years ago

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The Phoenix and The Dragon

Durram Avci was born in 2E 836 to a Dunmer father and an Avci mother. He grew up in the port city of Taneth growing up in the royal court with his many cousins. His father, Vedran Tharys was a former House Brother of House Redoran and an accomplished warrior in the city of Blacklight.

Durram was taught Dunmer and Redguard swordplay which allowed him to fight with powerful and precise strikes. Battle strategy became apart of his teachings when rumors of the Colovian Warlord gaining large amounts of power became common in the docks of Taneth.

By the time Durram was sixteen the Tiber Wars has begun and Taneth was preparing itself. Durram fought with Taneth’s forces that served under the High King Thassad II against the Imperial Legions. They found many victories until the King died and the old arguments between Crowns and Forebears began again.

When Durram heard of arguing in the capital while he and his men were fighting on the front lines against the Nords and Bretons he grew disgusted with politics of his countrymen. Records state that he sent a letter to both Crown and Forebear leaders that showed his disgust and contempt for them.

To the Lords and Ladies of Hammerfell,

I, Durram Avci, find your bickering to be the most stupid and foolish thing to have happened to our great people since whoever believed it a good idea to trust the Bretons to not betray us during the siege of Orsinium.

While you argue in Sentinel and in Stros M’kai my soldiers are fighting against a foreign enemy that threatens us as no other has before. I have seen men being trampled by horses and shot full of arrows until they looked like a pincushion.

I don't care if the new King were a Crown, a Forebear, hell they could be a sand roach for all I care. But I refuse to have my homeland to fall to Tiber Septim and his Red Legions. The mute bastard will have to face me himself before I kneel.

When the letter reached both parties it is said that Prince A’tor laughed for the first time since his father died while the Forebears dismissed the letter.

Durram did get his wish to meet the Cyrodiilic Emperor when Tiber Septim’s army pushed them back from their camps in the mountains all the way back to Skaven. Durram stood on the city walls alongside his men one night when suddenly two men levivated up onto the walls.

“We come here seeking Durram Avci would any of you men know him.” The smaller of the two men said.

“I am the man you seek, now speak quickly or lose your heads.”

The second man let out a dry laugh and whispered something to his companion.

“My lord is happy to see that man who has been tormenting his armies is just like the stories.”

“So the Voiceless Dragon has come himself. Tell me why I shouldn’t cut you down here and now ?”

Tiber snapped his fingers and his companion shot two fire bolts at Durram’s soldiers killing them instantly.

“Because you are now all alone here boy, Zurin could kill you before you could call for help. Now is there somewhere we could speak civilly?”

Durram glared at the two before gesturing to one of the nearby watchtowers. The three men entered and sat around a table within the tower.

It is was Tiber who broke the silence with a smile, “It took my spies months before they had any real information on you my friend. For the son of a noble house, you are a recluse.”

“Aye my family prefers it that way.”

“A wise family you have there. It seems my future subjects will be a hassle. Your cousin’s ships have been harrassing my fleets for weeks but thankfully my friends in Hammerfall have been helpful as of late.”

“The Forebears if I’m correct.”

“Yes, your countrymen have given me more progress than all of my legions put together.”

“Hurry up Septim I wish to be rid of you soon.”

Tiber rubbed his throat before tapping Zurin on his shoulder. The Imperial battlemage reached into his cloak to take out a red vial handing it off to Tiber. The Nord drank the entire vile before rubbing his throat revealing a red scar.

“Know this my friend, I am Talos of Atmora. Emperor of Tamriel, Chosen of Akatosh, and Dragonborn. By tomorrow morning your Prince will be dead and the rest of his Crown loyalists will know a dragon’s fury. Kneel before me now and I will name you High King of Hammerfell and General of one of my legions.”

Durram stared at the two men. Zurin’s eyes watched him carefully as if calculating his every movement.

Durram rose from his seat and stared into the Emperor’s eyes. Flames danced in their eyes, one belonged to a dragon and the other to a phoenix.

“I will kneel the day the old Yokuda rises from the sea, I will become your puppet king the day the Ansei of old return, and I will become general the Left-handed Elves come to our shores. Until that day leave my sight Tiber Septim.”

Tiber and Zurin looked at each other before the battlemage sighed while the emperor grinned.

“You refuse one of the most powerful men on Nirn and act as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. Normally I would have a man’s head removed from his shoulders for a such a thing but you my friend reminded me of myself during my days under Cuhlecain. We speak again until then goodbye Durram Avci.”

That would be the last time Durram would see Tiber until many years after the war.

Tiber was correct the next day Skaven was hit with the news of the Battle at Stros M’kai. Within a month Hammerfell was under Imperial control. Durram headed for Stros M’kai where he stayed hidden working alongside the Restless League killing Imperial soldiers and dignitaries that came to the island. When the Treaty was signed between the Empire and the Redguards, Durram returned to Taneth before leaving for Morrowind. He joined as a mercenary fighting in skirmishes against the legion.

When the Armistice came to the public he stayed in Blacklight for a year working as the city’s guard captain. In Blacklight he fought alongside the Redorans against wild Nords that came from the Velothi mountains and daedra that wander the countryside.

It wasn’t until the Queen Barenziah came to Blacklight did Durram finally leave the Redoran capital. The General Symmanchus and The Queen offered the veteran soldier a place amongst her personal guard. Durram at first refused but after some coaxing and a meeting between Durram and Tiber Septim for the twentieth anniversary of the Tamelieric Empire.

When the Mournhold procession arrived in the Imperial City they were greeted by the royal family. Tiber Septim was in his seventies while Durram was in his late fifties. Durram stayed within the crowd of servants and acted as if he was a normal servant. When night came Symmanchus brought him to the upper levels of the White Gold Tower where three Blades members waited.

“The Emperor will see you now. Hand over all weapons and please put on this bracelet while in his presence.” Durram compiled and handed over his ebony sword and placed the bracelet on which caused him to feel suddenly drained.

“A Silence enchantment incase you try anything.” The four left Symmanchus at the entrance to the upper level before stopping in the Imperial Library. As they entered the sprawling room there in the center sat the Emperor with two blades standing behind him.

Tiber’s hair was pure white a stark contrast to the golden mane he had on the night they met.

“It has been a long time hasn’t boy.”

“Aye it has.”

“I hear you were a key part in the Stros M’kai Uprising all those years ago.”

“I just killed a couple of your men. It was Cyrus who killed your Dunmer assassin and Richton.”

“Ashame truly both were valuable assists during the war.”

Durram grunted as a servant came from the shadows with a pitcher of wine and two goblets. The Redguard and the Emperor spoke on length about their time apart like old friends. Tiber confirmed some rumors that Durram had heard in the past few years.

When they finally finished the sun was creeping up on them.

“I have a gift for you.” Tiber clapped your hands and a Blade came forward with a Akaviri katana in hand.

“Its slightly different from the other swords my Blades wield.”

Durram removed the katana from its scabbard to reveal a ebony blade with red daedric runes inscribed on it.

“The Phoenix rises against all.” Durram whispered as he put the sword.

“Why ?” Tiber smiled and rose from his seat. The Blades in the room all gathered around him and escorted him towards the exit.

“A dragon needs a challenge less they become complacent. You refuse to kneel even now you have my respect. Goodbye Durram Avci.”

Durram left shortly after him and met with Symmanchus who walked with him in silence back to their rooms.

Tiber would die a few years later and would be succeeded by his grandson Pelagius. With the Dragon dead and his heirs now ruling Tamriel, Durram married a Crown woman who he settled down with in his home city of Taneth.

The bloodlines of Tiber and Durram would work closely together during the later years of the Third Era in the form of Uriel Septim VII and his many champions.

#redguard #tiber septim #Elder Scrolls #tiber wars #OC #lore #the elder scrolls

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just-kit-ink · 5 years ago

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Katherine "Kitty" Hawkins

☆ CLOTHES MAKE THE (WO)MAN

What do they usually wear to bed? Nothing | Undergarments | Pajamas | Whatever they were wearing that day | Tomorrow's clothes

Do they wash their make-up off before going to bed? Yes | Sometimes | No | Not applicable

Are they - Fashion over function (when she wants to look nice) | Function over fashion (if you're studying animation and inking you'll need clothes that are dark enough not to show stains or bracelets that aren't too blingy)

Their clothes are usually... Stained | Raggedy (It really depends on what you view as such since fashion like art is subjective) | Like new

☆ FINANCES? LET'S SEE

How do they handle their money? Blows through the entire paycheck | Sets some money aside, spends the rest as needed over time | Holds onto it as long as possible, spending here and there | Lives past their means

How do they handle their bills? Set aside bill money each cheque | Pays them right away | Pays them at last minute | They're frequently overdue

What are they most likely to buy? Food (for her, her Dad and her dog) | Clothes (punk fashions, hair products, make-up, boots, the occasional dress) | Hobby supplies (new sketchbooks, paints, headphones, videos, records) | Work supplies (film, projectors) | Trinkets (jewellery, collector's items) | Movies (cinema or rented) | Games (arcades) | Bills (still living at home but gotta help keep it. Also needs to pay her student loans.) | Spends it on others (her father's medication, dog food, a gift for a close friend or relative) | Charity (animal, veteran and toon welfare charities) | Books (fantasy novels and college textbooks) | Alchohol | Drugs | Technology (cassettes, reel to reel, radios, a new computer)

☆ AN APPLE A DAY

How often do they exercise? Frequently, as a hobby | Frequently, from work | Somewhat, as a hobby (If you think dancing counts) | Somewhat, from work | Never

Do they do any kind of drugs? Addicted | Yes | Sometimes (she tried marijuana once) | Recovering addict | No

☆ EDUCATION MATTERS

Do they frequently learn new skills? Yes | On occasion | Only as needed | Not usually

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shslgymnastnerd-blog · 5 years ago

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OOC - Summary of Moonlight Mist

Overview:

Moonlight Mist is a manga project that Koji Matsuba (Shinobu’s father) started a year after marrying Kotoha Marukichi, though he had been writing notes privately as a hobby since he was in high school.

The story begins with a class of middle schoolers taking a field trip into the nearby Forest of Mystery. While the trip is only supposed to last a day, five students wander away from the class and end up becoming lost in the woods: Aki Akakawa, Yukito Aotani, Haruka Midoriyama, Seitaro Kishima, and Mirabelle Champrose. As night falls, they make camp near a river and hope for rescue to come soon. However, a dense fog descends upon them as they sleep uneasily.

They awaken having been somehow transported to the Myst Continent, a world seemingly taken right out of their fantasies of dragons, elves, and magic. They learn that the land has been in turmoil for centuries. There had been a great war between various powers both mortal and divine, and in the dying breaths of a god the land was cursed. Time now stands still: Day and night never change, leaving different regions in perpetual light or darkness. The seasons have been frozen as well, wreaking havoc on the climate of the continent.

The populace has had centuries to adapt, but tensions still run high as factions fight over resources and territory. The lost students find themselves struggling to stay safe in an unfamiliar land riddled with both overt dangers like bandits and invaders, and more subtle political threats like a king’s iron rule.

But they have one defense against it all: An oracle declares them all the Divine Children foretold in a prophecy by the dying god. In legends passed on through the populace of Myst, it’s believe that heroes born from another world will appear in their land, ushering in an era of justice and mercy. Of course, interpretation of these legends can vary greatly. Some people take the “divine” and “justice” parts very seriously and believe they are demigods smiting the wicked, and some people resent the idea of foreigners upsetting the centuries-long status quo…

The lost children, ambushed by lowly soldiers of the corrupt King Albinus, are protected by the oracle who gives her life up for them. From this sacrifice materializes five jewel-empowered trinkets that awaken the students to magic powers of their own. They transform themselves into the heroes of legend, styling themselves after the heroes in their own stories back home, and fight off the attackers.

The adventure sees the students grappling with the duties that have been thrust upon them so suddenly, while also searching for a way back home. Their morals are often challenged throughout the journey: Is Yukito right when he says that their priority should be getting back to their world safely, or is Aki right in saying they should take long detours on errands and missions? Can Mirabelle give up a life of luxury living among dragons, do the right thing, and go back to save her classmates? Is there a way to make everyone happy when addressing centuries of multilayered strife between different people? And is everyone truly bound by the destiny assigned to them?

Several arcs in, there have been some major shake-ups in the story. First, Aki, Haruka, and their companion guide Kuromura manage to find a way back to Earth after a grand battle, but are separated from the rest of the party, with Yukito forced to take up leadership of the other group. Worse still, they find out that the fantastic creatures and people of Myst have also found their way to Earth and show every indication of wanting to conquer this land, too. Magic and mundane are now in war with each other, and the students find themselves fighting to be the saviors of two worlds.

After everyone is reunited, they learn of a royal commander who is actually a human girl from their world. In fact, she is the long-lost cousin of one of their own. Kikyo finds herself owing a life debt to Seitaro after he rescues her during a disaster, and this begins her own arc as her loyalties slowly begin changing. Ultimately, Kikyo joins the heroes as their sixth party member, and they stand united against her former king.

Currently, the story is in the middle of an arc that examines the heavy weight laying upon child heroes. They face scorn from people who see them as mere foolish children, or who hold them to the same responsibilities as hardened adult veterans. They’ve been so far away from their normal support networks that they don’t know what to do as normal teenage problems begin creeping up on them. And there are hints of strife between the students themselves: Kikyo has not been fully forgiven by everyone for the crimes she committed under the king’s orders, and Yukito is asserting himself as a more capable leader than Aki.

With the king now personally invested in seeing their entire group eradicated thanks to Kikyo’s betrayal, what will it take for these lost children to endure the trials ahead…?

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Characters:

Aki Akakawa: The primary protagonist of the story. Like many shounen hero, he’s impulsive, hotheaded, and stubborn, yet ultimately brave even in the face of the highest odds. He is gifted a ruby pendant infused with a magical power that lets him become The Hero Crimson, who is designed after the typical warrior class in RPGs.

Yukito Aotani: A cold and aloof classmate that Aki has formed a sort of rivalry with. While in school it began as somewhat friendly competition over test scores (Yukito always won in everything except sports), the dire threats of their adventure brings their personality conflicts to the forefront, putting their friendship on the edge. With his sapphire bracelet, he becomes The Archer Indigo, filling out the ranger archetype, right down to having animal companions he seems to like better than people.

Haruka Midoriyama: Aki’s childhood friend. They used to be inseparable, but middle school saw them being sorted into different homerooms; Haruka’s time off was further devoted into her track team, and as a result they’ve started drifting apart. She is just as boisterous as Aki, but it comes tempered with her attempts to nurture her peers – whether they want her help or not. Her emerald ring lets her transform into The Thief Verdant, a dashing and nimble rogue. And, yes, her name is a reference to the Midoriyama of Sasuke fame, though this isn’t directly acknowledged in-universe.

Seitaro Kishima: One of Haruka’s classmates from her homeroom, who is a shy nerd with a lot of anxiety about being outside or in the middle of crowds. With his topaz brooch he becomes The Wizard Gold, keeping a safe distance from danger as he used mage powers to rain havoc upon foes. In recent issues, Seitaro has begun the reasons behind his anxieties, from the tragic disappearances of his relatives to his growing discomfort with the changes adolescence brings.

Mirabelle Champrose: An exchange student that’s quite popular in Aki’s year… among anyone that isn’t Aki himself. Or Yukito or Haruka or Seitaro. Mirabelle’s charming elegance goes hand-in-hand with a fussiness and an unwillingness to do physical labor, something that becomes a frequent problem during their adventure. Despite it all, she truly cares about the people around her and slowly learns how to get along with them, and as The Priestess Rose she dutifully heals their wounds, even when they’re feuding. She still fawns over the garnet earrings that empower her, though – girl’s gotta have her jewelry!

Kuromura: A fox-like creature that the oracle cared for as a stray animal. Despite that, Kuromura is very much sapient and can talk out loud, serving as a guide, a mentor, and a voice of reason as the students try to find their way through this unfamiliar world. Curiously, Kuromura has a black opal set into their head, but they cannot remember ever being able to cast magic…

Albinus Frost IV: The king of the Frostbitten Crown who continues his family’s bid to expand influence over all the land. Safely entrenched in the bitter-cold mountains to the north, he sends armies out to conquer their neighbors, steadily taking over town after town. Though he claims to be doing this all for the good of the citizens, refugees fleeing from the towns he takes say that he imposes strict control on them all, keeping villages under martial law as his guard closely monitor financial spending, food rations, and communications with other towns. Woe betide those who are vocal about their displeasure; reports suggest many dissidents have disappeared without a trace.

The Diva: First seen clad in full armor, the Diva is a commander of Albinus’s armies, using her music to enchant soldiers with strength and bravery. In time she is revealed to actually be a young human girl, and even later her true identity is revealed to be Kikyo Shimori, a cousin of Seitaro’s who went missing with her family eleven years ago during a hiking trip. In reality they accidentally wandered into the mist world, and Kikyo was somehow separated from her parents (who she assumes are dead) and raised instead as a bard-slash-spy for the Frostbitten Crown. After an arc in which Kikyo’s loyalties are called into question, she finally defects from Albinus and puts herself at great risk saving Seitaro’s life from his generals, resulting in the amethyst circlet materializing before her. With this, Kikyo awakens to her power as the Diva Violet, and thus proves herself a true ally of the team.

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Trivia:

The most popular ships in the fandom are Aki x Haruka, Aki x Yukito, Yukito x Mirabelle, and Yukito x Kikyo. There is also significant support for Aki x Kikyo, Haruka x Mirabelle, and Seitaro x Mirabelle.

Shinobu happens to have a few advance spoilers in regards to canon ships: Aki x Yukito is endgame! The original intention was to make Aki x Haruka canon, but over the years both the in-character dynamics and Koji’s own feelings about his work have changed.

Shinobu also knows that future issues will, over time, make it clear that Seitaro is definitely not cis and is likely nonbinary. Koji started writing this arc as a way to try and connect with Shinobu, especially during some of the rockier month of their relationship when Shinobu was questioning if his parents even cared about what he wanted in life. At times he acts as a sort of consultant, helping his father understand what Seitaro might be feeling right now.

Haruka is another character based closely off Shinobu. At the beginning of the story she symbolized Shinobu the ace athlete: Always determined, always energetic, always ready to give 100% in any situation. As the reality of Shinobu’s life became clear to Koji, he’s since taken a more nuanced writing with Haruka, acknowledging the constant pressure that she faces as both and athlete and as the caretaker of the group. Much of her arc now is her and her teammates learning to accept that just because she’s their emotional pillar doesn’t mean that she’s invincible, and that’s okay.

An anime adaptation of the manga is in progress, and is currently in the earliest arcs, before the temporary group split.

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