#and Sky is ~ * lying * ~ about his reasoning. he still doesn't want to tell them about the curse dhfjgjh

[pocketramblr]

edit: now on ao3

When the doors to the last room opened into a chamber that seemed empty, the heroes did not relax. Hyrule's hand reached to clutch his cross, but no enemies became visible.

The Old Man, looking through a lens, seemed to find the same. So did the Veteran, and the Rancher when he took a long sniff and frowned.

"Maybe it'll appear when the door behind us closes?" Four suggested, but the answering bang-click of the doors did not reveal anything.

"This is the last room, right?" Wind frowned, spinning around.

"Pretty sure."

Wild lifted his slate, using it for a light. "Writing on the wall- it's not any of mine."

At that, the others clustered around the Champion, trying to see. The back of Hyrule's left hand prickled as the words cleared in his mind.

"Lay the hand here most stained with blood, and guilty return to the light above."

He couldn't help a gasp.

"What does it say, Traveler?" Their Cook asked.

"It-" his mouth was dry.

Who here had the most innocent blood on their hands?

"I know what it says." Legend said, voice sharp in that dry, bristled, pained way.

He placed his left hand on the wall, and a blue light shimmered around it.

Then it faded.

And nothing else happened.

They waited, a few more breaths.

But nothing still.

"No." Legend said, lifting his hand and replacing it a moment later. There wasn't even a flash of light this time. "No- I did it. They were real. They were real!"

"Vet," Hyrule said, and hated how it sounded.

The Veteran took a few steps back, but his hand was still up. Shaking.

His eyes looked like Wild's when he was remembering something.

The Rancher must have thought so too, moving to his side.

"Is this about her?" Twilight asked, soft as his fur pelt.

Legend gave a single sharp nod, then turned away.

"Ok." Twilight said, and then put his hand on the wall next.

"Wait!" Hyrule started, but it was too late.

A flash of blue light, and then nothing.

"Traveler, what does it say?" The Captain asked.

"It says," Hyrule swallowed, "it says to put the hand of the person with the most blood on it there, to reveal the door up and out."

Twilight removed his hand from the wall like it was on fire.

Some of the others looked at Legend, some looked at the door, the words.

"Oh, well, then that's simple." The Captain stepped forward, tugging off his glove.

"Wars..." Twilight said softly, but didn't move to stop him.

"Exactly. War of eras and all, from my arrogance." Wars kept his voice light as he put his hand on the stone, but his shoulders were tense, chainmail clinks giving him away.

Blue light.

Nothing.

He stepped back, a flash of confusion in his face before relief. He tried to hide it by looking down to return his glove.

The Smithy was next, squinting at the wall. "I- I did some things, to sneak into the enemy camp and try to discover Vaati's plans."

"A spy?" Wars asked.

"Yeah." Four's voice was thicker as he put his hand on the wall but, once more, just blue.

He was even more confused as he stepped back.

Everyone looked at Wild, Time, Wind, Sky, and Hyrule.

Hyrule, Sky, Wind, Time and Wild looked at each other.

The air felt heavy down here now. Hyrule usually loved a good cave, exploring dungeons, but now it all felt so claustrophobic.

"Um, well, I'm a pirate so-" Wind put on a brave face and slipped under Wars' arm, slapping his hand on the stone.

The same blue.

Hyrule glanced to the side walls. They weren't closer than they'd been a second ago, right?

"A hundred years." Their Champion said, resigned.

Blue.

"Told you that the Calamity was Ganon's fault, not yours." Twilight pulled him back, and Hyrule realized it.

Of course.

Ganon.

"Guys?" He said, and it felt like his voice was echoing around the cave, not coming from his mouth. "There's something you should know."

"Traveler-"

"No, really, you should. Especially if we ever land in my era. My- The thing is- Ganon. His life is in my veins. His resurrection is in me. I sealed him there when I killed him, and when I die - he'll return. So of course, he's spilled the most blood here."

The room was so cold, too. It almost made the stone wall feel warm against his fingers as he pressed his hand to it.

Blue.

Huh.

Hyrule frowned, and tried the other hand- he's pretty sure that's what Ganon had used his trident with, years ago.

Nothing.

"You're not Ganon, Traveler." The Old Man said.

"But he-"

"You're not."

"Yeah, we'd need one his hooves here, or something." Legend agreed, nodding and sounding more sure of himself but he- he was still so pale.

"Sailor," Time said, stepping around them, "you never did tell us how your world became flooded, when we spoke of the time between all our eras."

Wind spun around, Hyrule wondered if he hurt his neck.

"What- but- yes I did! It's been that way long as anyone can remember!"

"Yes. And the only difference between the time that happens, and the time it doesn't," The Old Man gave a look to Twilight, "is me. I return home, and when I do, the sword was never drawn, the war never happened, the oceans never rise. But in your time... All those things did."

He lay his hand on the wall.

For an eight time, blue light filtered around the fingers.

Hyrule furrowed his brows, then turned to Sky.

So did everyone else, apparently, and Sky stepped back, eyes wide.

"No." Time said, decisive. "No, there's something else."

He reached into his bag and grabbed something, but the Rancher moved in a blink, practically pouncing the older hero and gripping the man's arm, uncaring of the armor.

"Twi."

Hyrule didn't know how Time kept himself so steady, so stern. Twilight was supposed to be calm, he'd always taken care of them. But now he looked frantic.

Now, he looked angry.

"Time, no, if- that isn't you, it doesn't count, just like with the Traveler."

"I know." Time's voice stayed flat. "Not my hands. But I need to give him hands of his own for this, don't I?"

"No, that's too dangerous. You can't do that to yourself."

"Is there another way out?"

Click.

The sound of stone grating pulled Hyrule's eyes away from the squabbling leaders to the wall.

The wall, where stones were sliding aside to reveal a door.

The wall, where Sky had his hand, surrounded now with a red light.

The glow caught the tears in his eyes before he turned and it faded, door swinging out on it's own.

Sunlight, past stairs, steamed down.

But nobody made a move towards it.

"Sky..." Wind spoke first, very very small.

"What did you do?" Wars asked next, and that blew the whole thing open.

"Are you serious, Captain-"

"Well we might need to know-"

"Stop!" Four snapped louder. "No. He doesn't have to tell us. We agreed to that, with secrets, didn't we?"

Sticky shame clung around Hyrule's neck, and it took him too long to nod.

"Right. So let's drop it and go."

More nods.

But still, no one moved. Like their boots were all set on the stone.

"It's alright, Four, thanks." Sky's voice was hoarse, too hoarse. "But it makes sense, doesn't it? The only thing that, apparently, changed what happened after your era," he looked up at Time, "is the Master Sword, you drawing it. Wielding her. And I'm the one who forged that blade. So it's my fault."

There wasn't a sound in the dungeon room, except maybe Hyrule's racing heart.

"No." Legend said. "No, that's a bunch of pigshit, Sky, that's not your fault at all! Or hers! That's not fair!"

But life wasn't fair.

Sky just shook his head. "No. You really should blame me anyways. Not her. I just wasn't fast enough to realize. You all... Yeah." With that, he finally stepped foot over the threshold, and began up the stairs.

It was very quiet and very still behind him, that guilt heavy enough to keep weighing Hyrule's shoes down. The others down too, it must have, for how they trudged out to follow Sky.

Angst idea: the chain are in a dungeon and get trapped in the last room. No boss. Just a door and the knowledge that only the person with the most innocent blood on their hands can open.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Love Me Again

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: smut

Exes to lovers - this was requested so I hope you like it!!

To be completely honest, Lando doesn't even know what happened that night one year ago. He knows very well that he drank too much, got drunk like never before and that the next day he lost you.

You came to his apartment and found a hair band in the bathroom that wasn't yours. Lando knew whose hair tie it was, but he tried to hide it from you and convince you that it was yours. Of course with that, he only made things worse. The fact that he decided to lie about it hurt you even more.

You threatened to leave him immediately if he didn't tell you what happened the night before and who spent the night in his apartment. It didn't take long for Lando to break down and tearfully tell you that one of his girl friends spent the night at his place after going out. The morning after, he barely remembered anything, but he could have sworn that he hadn't even kissed her, let alone slept with her.

His only fault was that he brought her with him to the apartment and let her sleep there, but even that was more than enough for you to break your heart into a thousand pieces.

You knew which female friend it was. You never even liked her and even though Lando always told you that you had no reason to be jealous, it annoyed you that she was throwing herself at him every chance she got when the two of you were together.

She was too close to him for your liking and then when you heard that she was the one who slept over at his place that night when he was dead drunk, it was over for you.

Lando cried, despaired, begged you to forgive him for months, trying to convince you that for him there was only you, but you couldn't get over your pride and forgive him. In the end, you even believed him that maybe there really wasn't anything between the two of them, but the trust was broken between the two of you and it couldn't be fixed anymore.

Since you two were together for two and a half years before you broke up, you were very close to his family. They adored you and considered you a member of the family. They couldn't believe that you broke up, even they begged you to forgive him, but even though you decided not to, you still remained on good terms with them and continued to hang out from time to time.

And just like that you found yourself on a huge luxury yacht celebrating Mila's third (idk how old is she??) birthday together with Lando and his family. It was a three-day celebration in the small circle of family and for the sake of that you decided to remain calm and behave normally around Lando.

It wasn't easy for you to be so close to him yet so far away. It was even worse for him, but he enjoyed having you around. Of course he tried in every way to reach you, approach you, talk to you, he did everything just to get your attention. From time to time he would succeed, you would find it funny how he tried everything, so you would give in and engage into a conversation with him.

On the last night, everyone went to bed pretty early because they were exhausted from celebrating, swimming and sunbathing for the past three days, but you weren't so exhausted, so you decided to stay in the lounge area of ​​the yacht and be with yourself for a while. The sky was beautiful, full of shining stars and the feeling was so peaceful. You closed your eyes for a moment, but not for long because you were soon startled by none other than Lando's voice.

"You decided to sleep under the sky tonight?" He asked making himself comfortable on the sofa next to you.

"No, I was just enjoying looking at it."

"With your eyes closed?" He mocked.

"What else do you want other than to disturb my peace?" You roll your eyes sitting up from the lying position.

"I was very hot, so I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come here to the pool to cool off" He says looking at the pool in front of you.

"It's like" You take a look at your phone to check the time. "Almost 1 a.m. and you're going to get in the pool now?"

"Yeah, wanna join me?" He smirks.

"No, thank you." You laugh rolling your eyes at him again.

He gets up from the sofa and begins to remove his shorts, leaving only his boxers on. You were a little embarrassed and you didn't expect him to start undressing in front of you, so you cleared your throat and looked away.

"C'mon, it's nothing you haven't seen before, y/n" He mocks seeing how flushed your cheeks got.

"I'm going to my room, you have fun" You say getting up and fixing your oversized t-shirt that served as your night gown.

"No, come on, stay, keep me company." He pleaded before stepping into the pool. "Please?"

It didn't take long for him to persuade you to stay, because you secretly wanted to, you just didn't want to admit it so you sat down on the edge of the pool dipping your feet into the water as you watched him slowly threw himself in. Diving under the water he swam closer to you.

"You enjoying yourself?" You ask paddling your feet.

"It would be even better if you jumped in with me" He says placing his hands on the edge on either side of you.

"Not a chance" You resist pushing him a little with your feet. He chuckles biting his lip and taking your foot in his hand pulling you to himself a little.

"Lando, don't you dare" You warn him when you feel yourself slide down a little.

"You're not wearing any shorts?" He asks tilting his head to the side to peek under your t-shirt. You gasp quickly closing your legs and pulling your shirt down.

"You're so inappropriate, get away from me" You push his chest with your feet pushing him away from yourself only for to swim back to you again.

"Did you have any fun these past three days?" He asked curiously.

"I did, I have always enjoyed spending time with your family. It was good to see everyone again."

"Even me?"

You stop and sigh softly at his question not wanting to look him in the eye. it still hurts, stings. You'd be lying if you said you weren't glad to see him. You still love him after all, but you're still not sure if you want to forgive him.

"I'd rather not answer that"

He can't hide the hurt look in his eyes after your statement, but he also doesn't want to push you away from him by bringing certain topics up again.

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you, but I had a talk with Mila today and she told me that I am all you talk about. She says it's getting too much even for her to listen to you" Lando being Lando, of course, turns everything into a joke just to lighten the mood. You can't help but burst out laughing at the nonsense that he was saying just to say something.

"There we go, that's the laugh I wanted to hear" You blush at his caring words hiding your face in your shoulder. He takes a risk and places his hands over your knees slowly pulling them apart to stand between them and you surprise both of you when you let him.

"Lando.." You sigh hesitantly when he slowly puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him.

"Please, let me" Before you could even ask him let you what?, he pulled you down into the pool with him. You gasped and your skin crawled as the slightly cold water soaked your t-shirt making it clung to your body.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" You were breathing rapidly trying to grab the edge to get out, but Lando pulled you by your waist closer to his body.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay"

"You're completely crazy" Your mouth complains, but your body responds differently to his touch especially when he moves one of his hands from your hip to your leg making them wrap around his torso.

"That's better" He says quietly glancing at your lips. You have to admit you feel a little uncomfortable, especially with his lips less than two centimeters away from yours. You haven't been this physically close to each other in over a year and you've almost forgotten what it feels like to feel his skin on yours. "It's just me" He whispers and it somehow calms you down when you remember that it's Lando, your Lando.

"Lando, you can't do this.." You say, but wrap your arms around his neck hiding your gaze in the crook of his neck. Your gesture encourages him so he hugs you tighter and gently kisses you on the cheek.

"Baby, I miss you so much" Your heart trembles at his choice of words. "I'm losing my mind without you" His voice breaks when you look at him and he moves your hair out of your face. Your fingers make gentle circular motions over the back of his head as you press your foreheads together.

"I swear only hope that one day you'll love me again keeps me sane" He continues.

"I've never even stopped" You quietly confess.

Even if he tried, he couldn't describe the feeling of hearing that from your mouth. He felt as if he had come alive again after such a long time.

He couldn't hold back anymore, everything in him was dying to feel you, to kiss you so he crashed his lips against yours and kissed you the way you kiss a person you love more than your life, but haven't been able to touch in more than a year.

You didn't even think about resisting anymore, you gave in and kissed him back with the same force. He walked with your legs still wrapped around him to the edge of the pool pressing against you with your back against it. His hands quickly slipped under your shirt exploring your body again after so long enjoying the sound of your moans.

"Please..please tell me that no one..has touched you..no one but me" His voice was quivering as he tried to get the question out to which he wasn't sure that he wanted to know the answer to.

Lando was your first. First in everything basically. And he was so proud of it. He loved your innocence and the fact that no one had ever made you feel the way he did. You were all his and that's why he had a particularly strong protective feeling towards you. And he probably would lose his mind if he heard that someone else had touched something that only belonged to him.

"No one but you" You panted making him go feral.

His hands went under your butt gripping it before his fingertips moved your panties aside. He grinded his crotch into yours nibbling at the skin of your neck.

"Lan.." You moaned wanting more, but hating to ask for it. Luckily he knows your body like the back of his hand and knows what you need very well so he slipped his middle finger inside of you. One was soon replaced by two making you throw your head back giving him full access to bite and suck on your neck.

"Fuck.." He hissed as the aching feeling in his cock kicked in desperately needing to be touched. "Baby, I need to feel you or else I'm going to explode" He grunts.

"Let's get out of the pool, yeah? We can't fuck in here"

He lifted you up from the water sitting you onto the edge before getting out of the pool himself. You took off your wet shirt leaving yourself only in soaked panties and a bra. He looked you in from head to toe before pulling you to him and laying you down on the sofa hovering over you.

As he pulled his boxers down and his cock sprung off you looked down at him with a slight concern in your gaze and he noticed it.

"What, baby? Is everything okay?" He asked leaning down to kiss you caressing your cheek.

"Yeah, it's just..it's been a while.." His gaze softened and he smiled pressing a kiss to your forehead to calm you down.

"We'll take it slow, okay?" He assured you. He pulled down your bra taking your tits out and attaching his lips around your nipples and with every passing second of him doing so you were getting wetter and wetter. He then took his cock in his hand rubbing his tip over your pussy up and down a few times hissing at the sensation.

He stopped at the center and felt you getting nervous as your breathing quickened. "It's alright, baby, I know you want this, I can feel how wet you are. I'll go slow, I promise."

He slowly pushed the tip in planting kisses along your jawline to distract you from the pain. He pushed a little further and you squeezed your eyes whimpering and holding your hands against his chest.

"It hurts Lan, it's too big.." You cried out trying to close your legs so he put his hand on your cheek gently caressing it. It took everything in him not to cum right away at you complimenting his length.

"Shh, I know, baby, but you have to let me in okay? We'll make it fit, yeah? Like we always used to" He cooed you pushing your legs further apart. "Just a little bit more and it's fully in. You can take it, love, I know you can."

Little by little and he pushed all of himself in staying still until you felt comfortable enough for him to move. "That's it, just like that, baby, always such a good girl for me" He was so impatient to fuck you, to cum all over or inside you it didn't matter to him, but he decided to take his time with you because he wanted you to feel good above everything else.

Once the pain was replaced by the feeling of pleasure, he started thrusting in deep and fast stretching you out in the way only he knew how. When you felt confident enough you wrapped your legs around his torso to push him even deeper.

"Does it feel good?" He asked and you nodded. "This reminds me so much of that time I fucked you on the couch in my parent's house."

"Ohh, Lando” You moaned.

"Where anybody could've walked in on us and see me pounding you from behind. Fuck, you have no idea how much this turns me on.." He groaned.

"I missed all of you, missed fucking you, feeling you squeeze my cock, playing with your pussy, oh" His words were coming out as broken sobs struggling to last as long as possible. "I feel you clenching are you almost there, love?"

"So close"

"Yeah? You're drenching my cock baby. You're so tight, fuck, I'm gonna cum in seconds."

"Ohh..yes yes, ahh"

"Oh shit baby.." Once he saw you slide you hand down to your clit and start playing with it, he lost it. His body shuddered, his cock twitched inside you and he came undone. He kept moving slowly until both of you rode out your orgasms.

When both of you came to your senses he started hugging you and kissing you as if you were going to run away every second. You leaned your head to the side and watched him smiling.

"So..does this mean you're mine again?" He asks tracing his fingertips over your collarbones.

"It does not, but" You emphasize. "If you try a bit harder maybe you can change my mind"

"Understood. Let's get you cleaned up for round two then"

"Lando, that's not what I meant…”

[mirohlayo]

ALWAYS | CL16

inspired by the song always - daniel caesar

( charles and you broke up 6 months ago. but no matter what, he'll still love you forever. )

warning : sad, angst, heartbreaking (i'm sorry for that 💔)

word count : 1.7k

!! english not my first language !!

it still hurts. time passes but the memories remains. they remain profoundly anchored in his heart, in his head, and every day he hopes these tender and precious memories will never fade away.

maybe he's wrong for thinking like that. maybe he's wrong for losing his head over you.

maybe if time elapses rapidly, maybe if enough time passes, he will see you again. and you both will laugh together, heart fulfills with joy, never forgetting how much you were made for each other.

and he knows deep inside that he can't deny it. that there'll always be, no matter what happens, a place for you by his side, this same place that you sorrowfully left six months ago. this place will always be reserved for you, because he promised it to you, because he finally knows nobody will never occupy it the way you did.

laboriously lying down on his bed, charles closes his eyes. the moon softly shines in the nocturnal sky, skimming his hollow cheekbones. the light dimly illuminates his dark circles under his eyes, as if it had been an eternity since he last tasted a peaceful sleep.

it's night. and for those last six months, he found comfort in nighttime. because there is this quiet atmosphere, not a single noise disturbs him, apart from the unremitting sounds of the cars' motors which turn around his monaco building. he feels alone there, and that perfectly contrasts with this sensation you caused him since your departure. he terribly feels abandoned, lost and alone. like the moon is neglected among the billions of stars behind her.

and he closes his eyes. he wants to sleep. he wants to dream. he wants to dream about her, maybe to forget or maybe to remember. but he definitely doesn't do it on purpose, sometimes he dreams about you. because maybe that's what the night is for : arrange to meet the ones we love.

because he truly loved you. genuinely and profoundly. he fell very hard for you. and that since he first laid eyes on you. his heart rose when he saw you, his cheeks became hot when you smiled to him. his eyes were full of love and affection. it was as if he laid eyes on the most beautiful thing. and it was you.

his heart, his soul never stopped to love you. his body burns of love and desire for you, and all his being beg you to come back to him, to tell him everything will settle. because his poor heart awfully suffers, and every day he dies a little more remembering why you're no longer his anymore.

he loves you infinitely. never no one has ever been able to fill him with so much passion. he knows he truly loves you, from deep inside. he loves you for a thousand and one reasons, but mainly for the one he doesn't understand.

pretty lady. he liked to call you like this, even though sometimes you thought it was silly. but he knew you actually loved this surname, so he never missed an occasion to make you feel special.

so with his pretty lady, he used to walk down the streets. hand in hand, maybe shared earphones, and above all your love for each other. you walked slowly in monaco's streets, until he begged you to let him buy you a gift. buying you anything, as long as you were happy, it was the main thing. even though his bank account was empty afterward. but it was okay.

and he still remembers the fussing, the fighting, the fucking and the lying. most of the time, it was you getting mad at him for buying expensive stuff for your simple person. but sometimes, it was more an underlying and painful reason. but you always ended up reconciled, because neither could stay apart for too long. it was like that.

except last time, there wasn't a reconciliation. you left each other, teared apart and frightfully hurt. none returned to the other. and that haunt charles for way too long now.

maybe he's wrong for thinking like that. maybe he's wrong for losing his head over you.

he's fed up. he opens his eyes, and in just a fraction of a second, he's already dressed in a coat and in a scarf. he needs to get some air, he needs to think about something else.

was it by going to the cafe you always went to that he would really think of something other than you? no, certainly not. but he needs it, it's stronger than him. he pushes the door and immediately orders a warm drink.

and then he takes a sit in a secluded corner. he doesn't want to be seen, but from his spot, he can catch sight of every person present. a waiter comes to bring him his drink. he thanks him with a fragile smile. it's been a long time since he smiled brightly, like he always did with only you.

he takes one sip. two sips. it's warm, and it comforts him. because it reminds him of the soothing warmth you gave him when you used to hold him tight. and it comforts him as much as it grieves him. and the deeper the sorrow digs into his being, the more joy he will be able to contain.

and maybe this joy finally weaves in his heart. this joy which suddenly explodes at the view in front of him. he can't believe it. you push the cafe's door, a silly smile on your lips as a deep laugh echoes in the air. soon, charles' happiness transforms in bitterness and pain.

he knows it. he knows it dawn well. you moved on. you're no longer his anymore. you don't belong with him anymore. but with this new man who seems to fill you with happiness like he did with you before. his heart squeezes when you take the hand of your new boyfriend, dragging him to a table not far from charles' one.

you look so happy. your big smile warms his heart, but it cools down instantly when he remembers your smile isn't meant for him. no, it will never be intended for him again. and it hurts him terribly.

the same waiter brings you your drink, which you obviously had to share with the man that charles already hates with all his being. but on the one hand, he couldn't stop your man being better than him. he must accept his fate, he must accept that this man is the new chapter of your life. and that he only remains as a page that you have difficultly turned.

but he doesn't want. he still wants to have hope. he still wants to hold onto you, because he tells himself maybe one day everything will return to the way it was before. he prays for this day to comes, whatever fate does.

so he just doesn't care. he doesn't care if you're with somebody else. because he'll give you time and space to hopefully bring you back. he still hopes every day, because he wants you to know he's just not a phase. and that he never was one.

so, it's selfish, but he disregards the man who is sitting in front of you and back to him. he has a perfect view on your face. and he imagines only you and him, on a date, face to face. he imagines that the smile glues to your face is addressed to him, that all the sentences that come out of your mouth give him the impression that he is your confidant again. even if it's not the reality.

because one of the hardest battles we fight in life is the fight between the mind that knows the truth and the heart that refuses to accept it.

the more he looks at you, the more you pleasantly disconcert him. the more he closed his eyes, the more he missed you. and it wasn't good. it became suffocating. so he had to leave. leave the café, but not you. even though he knows he'll never have a second chance, he'll continue to hold onto you and to love you.

you had left to the bathroom. so he took the opportunity to leave the place. and leaving something behind for you.

you come back to your table, excusing yourself to your boyfriend for taking too much time. you keep talking with him, but the waiter just now approaches you. he points to a table lost at the back of the cafe, a cup of coffee still left on it and, a gray scarf.

a scarf which you perfectly recognize. gray and soft. made by cotton. a scarf you offered to your first love, the one you loved dearly for one year, the one you haven't seen since six months now.

"the man who was sitting here left. but he said this scarf was for you." the waiter says to you before getting back to the counter. you gently thanks him, and you try to avoid the questioning look of your boyfriend.

you desperately look to see if he's still here, if he's still present in the cafe. or in the street. because either you can't deny it, a piece of your heart still beats for charles. but nothing, nobody's around.

and meanwhile, charles leaves the street corner where the cafe is located. he returns to his apartment, alone again and perhaps even more hurt than before.

he left his scarf - no scratch that - he left you his scarf. maybe he did it on purpose to abandon a part of you, to pass on to you what belongs to you. to start forgetting about you. or just merely for you to remember him for ever, that every time you'll see this scarf his face will appears in your mind, and you'll be able to smell his cologne.

he thinks about you once again. in your pretty coat, your pretty hairstyle, and of course this man by your side. peacefully drinking your hot drink. he curses himself for not being the one to share your hot chocolate. your favorite drink that he knows you ordered tonight.

but it's okay. he knows it, he deny it.

it's all fine, you'll always be his. forever and ever, always.

always, you can count on him sure as the stars in the sky. always, you can count on him as sure that the sun will rise. always, his love for you ain't going nowhere.

always, he will be here.

for you. forever.

[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir.

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

You reacted to what was happening, swallowed nervously, but tried to pluck up your courage and approached them.

It was time to tell Gojo the truth. But you didn't want to do it in front of Ryusei, you preferred to talk to him about it in private.

And luckily, Shoko also turned the corner, She had decided to come out of her hiding place since several minutes had passed and no one had found her, so she thought she had already won. But she realized that this was not the case when you three turned to see her.

Your gaze connected with hers and you wished that the connection you had when you were teenagers would remain intact so that she could understand what you were asking of her, and luckily it was.

"Ryū" Ieiri approached him and held out her hand for him to take "Your mom has to do some things, we're going to open the presents, okay?" she told him, Ryusei accepted his aunt's hand, but before doing so, he looked at you. When those sky-colored eyes looked directly at you, you felt a chill, it was as if he knew something important was happening.

Ryusei looked at Gojo as well, and didn't take his eyes off him until he turned and was lost in the hallway. The boy was still intrigued with that man who had not said or done anything.

You didn't want to turn to see Satoru, you felt a weight in your stomach and as if you had stones in your throat, you couldn't speak, but you had to.

You turned around and there he was, you didn't know if he was looking at you or not, but that's what you felt. He was waiting for you to start talking, because he wasn't going to.

"Satoru" was the only thing that came out when you opened your mouth, you had no idea how to start the conversation, how to tell him something that surely he had already realized.

How you wished you could read his mind to know what he thought. How much you wished that at least he did not have the blindfold, so that you could see what they were transmitting.

"He is my son, isn't he?" he asked you directly. "L-let me explain" you told him stammering from your nerves, "Y/n, just answer the question" he told you. You looked down and nodded, "Yes, he is your son", you replied.

The heavy silence invaded the whole place.

"Gojo, I know you may not understand anything, but please let me explain" you said desperately. You felt desperate because he didn't tell you or show you anything.

You noticed how his jaw clenched and how his lips pursed slightly. "Why?" he asked with a cold voice, "Why the fuck did you hide from me that I had a son?" this time his tone rose a bit and his voice was harder.

"I-I was so scared and confused and didn't know what to do. I-I didn't know how to deal with the situation and I thought it was the best for everyone" your voice trembled, while your eyes became teary.

He gave a bitter, amused laugh. "Fear and confusion! Do you really think that's a valid justification for lying to me all this time? Besides, what the hell were you afraid of?" his tone rose higher.

"From everything! from how you were going to react and from my family. I didn't know what to do, Satoru, it was the only option that seemed good to me."

Satoru felt how your words touched his heart. Were you afraid of how he would react? perhaps he had not shown you enough love as for you to believe that he was not going to accept the son of the two of you?

"And what the fuck does your family have to do with it?!" he decided to ignore the other reason.

"You know my family, Satoru! You know perfectly well that they were going to take him and force him to be like them. And i-" he interrupted you.

"And what makes you think that I would have allowed them to take my son?". You shut your mouth at his response. Of course Gojo Satoru would not let anyone touch something that is his. "All these justifications that you are giving me are bullshit, because nothing justifies the fact that you decided for me. You decided that I was not going to accept my son and you left, you abandoned me!" He didn't really want to say that last one, it escaped him due to anger and exaltation. "And on top of it all, when you showed up after all these years, you didn't even try to tell me. I just found out because I found him, but what if i never found him? you were never going to tell me!".

Tears rolled down your cheeks and you hung your head, knowing deep inside that he was right. "I'm so sorry, Satoru" was the only thing you could reply to his words.

He sighed, feeling his blood boil with anger. He felt betrayed, disappointed, confused, and sad. And he no longer wanted to be near you, or talk to you. He just wanted to leave.

You noticed how he turned around ready to leave, but you still didn't want the conversation to end, so you reached out your hand to grab his arm, but your fingers never touched him.

For the first time since they met, Gojo Satoru didn't let you touch him, he activated his infinity with you.

And that ended up breaking your heart.

You did your best not to sound broken in your voice and told him: "Just, please, don't reject Ryusei. He is your son, your heir, and soon his energy and technique will begin to manifest, and we know that you are the only one who can help him and teach him".

As soon as you finished speaking, he disappeared from your sight. And you fell to your knees, crying uncontrollably.

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[silvercap]

Ooh perhaps 15 or 21 for the drabble prompts? 💜

Sure!! (Prompts)

15. Trembling Hands and 21. Collapse

The endless, monotone blare of a car horn pierces Leon's skull like an arrow, the throb of pain left in the wake of such a sharp sound radiating outwards until he's not sure where he ends and the agony begins. Every inch of him hurts, an ache spreading all the way down his spine that finds purchase even in the farthest of his extremities, pulsing through every finger and nail. Leon groans, shifting.

He finds that he can't move very far, his left arm and leg pinned by something heavy and hard that hurts when he tries to wiggle free of. His forehead rests on something solid, but there's a confusing mass of gray obscuring his vision, sluggish mind struggling to recognize it as the airbag. Right, that's right---he was driving? For some reason it's hard to know exactly what's going on. He tries again to lift his head, this time managing to get a glimpse of too-bright, colorful lights flickering around him, a cacophony of sound assaulting him as the discordant ringing of the car horn underlines it all.

Something scrapes at the side of the car, the shriek of metal loud enough that Leon winces. There's a voice, he thinks, shouting somewhere, but it's hard to tell. Dazedly, Leon lets his aching body fall back against the seat, the sight of his own blood dripped across the airbag making him lightheaded. It's not the first time he's seen it, by any means, but he's starting to feel nauseous and his right arm is sticky with the stuff. He pushes lazily at the force pinning him in place---only to find it falling away, losing his balance when the support disappears.

Leon hits the pavement hard, the impact sending a starburst of pain from the side of his skull to the rest of his body, a weak cry escaping him. There are louder voices now, all around him, but Leon isn't about to stay and find out what they want. He drags himself forward by the fingertips in order to get the space to force himself back to his feet---only to collapse again immediately, the world going black.

He comes back to find himself lying on something hard with the orange of the sunset's glow painting the sky far above, voices and lights and figures still surrounding him like he's some kind of exhibit in a zoo that they can gawk at and prod. It's too much sensation to handle when his head feels like it's about to explode, and he dips back under with relief.

The next time he wakes, there are hands on his throat, Leon's eyes going wide as he kicks instinctively to escape. He scrabbles at the hands holding him in place in an attempt to claw them away, a pathetic, heaving sob passing through his lips as he feels another pair of hands land on his shoulders to hold him down. He doesn't even sound like himself, and he realizes with panic that they've already crushed his throat enough that he can't speak. Something hard presses up against the sides of his neck, curves of unbending material fitted to the curve of his jaw and the dip of his collar bones.

"It's alright, sir, we're just stabilizing your spine, okay?" someone says, maybe the pair of arms still hovering around Leon's face as he clutches at their forearms with trembling hands.

" 'm fine," Leon slurs, "go 'way."

He tries to sit up, much to the alarm of the voices around him, but his head feels like a rock. He collapses back to the ground with a hoarse grunt, upper body too heavy to lift with the weakness that's stolen into his shivering limbs.

"N-no," he says softly, but nobody listens. The world blurs as he feels something hard slip under his body, his head surrounded by sturdy blocks as the rest of it is strapped down, hands wrapped around the pair of forearms in a death grip. They don't tie down his hands, he notices distantly, probably the only thing that keeps him from panicking as a blanket settles over his body and he's lifted into the air.

There are voices; doors slamming, but Leon can only focus on the dying embers of sunlight in the clouds above, head and neck too immobilized to look anywhere else. His eyelids are growing heavy, but he fights the urge to close them until bright lights blaze into view, the headache much easier to manage when his pupils aren't being burned. One of them lifts of its own accord, the light growing brighter before disappearing entirely. Leon can't find in in himself to care. He's just so damn tired.

Leon sleeps.

[2tyongs]

[3:45 AM] stars . . .

bf!doyoung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship,

warnings: none other than it's not really proofread!

a.n. first post oh em gee kinda nervousss! i don't see a lot of 127 fluff on here anymore so i guess i gotta do it myself 😒/hj. requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! i hope you enjoy <3 happy halloween btw 🙏🏾

doyoung never knew what love was supposed to feel like until he met you.

you were like a breath of fresh air in his life. taking his normal, mundane tasks like going grocery shopping and transforming them into something more thrilling, or making him experience new things that he would never do on his own. you had made his daily routine into something new, something beautiful.

he will always love learning more about you no matter how long you have been together; your hobbies, your favorite places, and what your favorite shows are. everything about you intrigues him and compels him to familiarize himself more and more with everything you consider to be part of yourself — past and present.

he will always listen to what you have to say, holding onto every word. even the little things that you thought never mattered or were worth remembering yourself, he remembers. he remembers the names that you had wanted to name your pet years ago, the way you don't care for certain holidays like valentine's day (he will always still make the effort to show that he loves you on these days anyway; bringing you flowers and cooking your favorite dishes so you have something to look forward to, even on the days you typically hadn't expected to before.), and the books you said you wanted to read but never got the chance to purchase. he notices when your gaze lingers on an item for too long when you're out shopping together, making a note to himself to come back and buy it for you for a special occasion coming up.

one night while the two of you were lying on the couch, you mentioned that you had always loved going stargazing when you were younger after seeing the two main characters of the movie you're watching sitting under the stars, sharing their dreams.

doyoung had made a mental note of this former interest of yours, which led the two of you to where you are right now: sitting on a soft blanket and staring at the warm night sky. you were seated in front of him, resting your back on his chest with your head on his shoulder, enthusiastically guiding his vision to all of the constellations and stars you could remember as you pointed them out the best you could.

“...that's the big dipper, but if you look closer you'll see that it's part of a constellation called the great bear," you point to the left, tracing out the pattern with your finger. "not many people know that the big dipper isn't considered a constellation." you explain softly, never taking your eyes off of the view.

doyoung doesn't mean to get distracted from your explanation, but he can't help it when you look so excited. reliving your childhood with the stars above brings you so much joy that a smile makes its way onto your face as you share your knowledge with him. he admires your beauty as you talk about the things you're passionate about, trying to etch the sight of you into his memory forever. looking at you is something that he will never get tired of. the soft curve of your lips, the way your lashes cast shadows onto your face, the beauty marks that adorn your complexion.

you start to talk again until you feel his eyes gazing at you instead of the stars above. you turn to him, momentarily dazed by the amount of fondness that you can see in his eyes as he looks down at you. you smile softly, “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

doyoung smiles back, “no reason. i'm just happy.” he can tell you're not exactly pleased with his answer if the way that you raise your eyebrow at him is anything to go by.

"'just happy?' i need you to elaborate a little more, doyoung." you tease, nudging him, and glance back up at the sky.

he rolls his eyes with a smile still gracing his features, holding you closer, "i just really love being with you, hearing you talk about the things that you love, that's all." you turn to him again. you can hear the sincerity in his voice and see it in his eyes and it makes your heart melt. you're too flustered by the love you can almost see and feel exuding from him to say anything back, so you decide to continue looking at the view ahead of you instead, tracing patterns on the back of his hand.

there's a short silence until you finally break it, staring up at the sky, "i love you." you tell him, leaning your head onto his shoulder once again.

he knows that you love him. you show it every single day in the way that you make time for him and the way that you've let him become a part of your life in a way that no one else has, letting him see parts of yourself that no one else could.

"i love you too. so much." he replies, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your waist with his thumbs.

he always thinks to himself that even if he were dealt a different set of cards in his life, the stars would always align to give him the grace of being here with you. and he's more than certain that no matter what those cards looked like, there's no way he could love you any more than he does now.

doyoung knows that no amount of words or physical affection could ever be enough to express the love he feels for you. but for now, you just being there with him, letting him hold you, this will suffice just fine.

[wayfayrr]

I can't quite believe this was first in my drafts in feb and I've only gotten to actually writing it these last two weeks.

This fic was based off of five songs from spotify shuffling one of my playlists which was an idea inspired by @trulytiredhermit and then it kinda just went from there

the songs that I based it on were: To my enemies - Saint motel, stalker’s tango - Autoheart, meet me in the woods - Lord Huron, The red means I love you - Madds Buckley and Bitter water by the oh hellos

You know they say you're nobody until someone wants you dead, and I can't help but feel like it's morbidly accurate for everything that's happened to me recently.

That weird shadow brought me here for whatever, most likely because it wants my head for some reason. and then all of a sudden?

I'm one of the most important people to the heroes of Hyrule, brought here by fate for whatever reason and they all love me… although love might not be the best way to describe it. If you were to ask any of them they'd say "It feels so wrong it's right" Heh how ridiculous to be that obsessed, so I ran as far as I could, lost in a world that isn't my own and one that shouldn’t exist out of fiction. Those boys that I once cared for; who promised me they'd find me someway home, but talk is cheap after all and it's oh so effortless to lie when it brings you so many benefits.

The situation was so incredibly strange, I don't think there's any amount of time where I could've gotten used to it despite what they would say. it started, well I can't say normally as nothing about this is normal, but it started well. they were themselves, they were still sane. but then they started to slip letting me out of their sight, less and less and less until it was like I had to be in at least one of their line of sight at all times, they wouldn't let me talk about my home, wouldn't let me focus on things that weren't them always trying to justify it whether it was to me or themselves I could never tell. Perhaps it was both?

This little journey I’ve taken into the unknown?

Oh, I’ll go back changed, I wonder if those I cared about would even recognise me at this point. How long have I been away at this point, it feels like ages yet my phone says it’s only days. Well in the games back home the games always ran on a much faster time scale, it wouldn’t be impossible that I’m still running off of real-world time; if anything it makes more sense with how I’ve not needed to eat or sleep for days on end. I’ve never been away from the links for this long, not since I started travelling with them that is. They’re probably worried sick at this point; it’s probably only a matter of hours until they do manage to find me. Until Wolfie sniffs me out, Sky uses Fi to dowse for my signal, or even Wild traces me with his slate.

“[name]?”

And with that last thought it’s as if I’ve jinxed myself and my hiding spot. The one thing I can be glad for is that it’s Sky who found me, while his anger is terrifying it’s not on the same level as Time, Warrior or Light forbid if Legend was the one to find me. Sky is oh-so-nice compared to them, even if he is a yandere with a strange fascination, a near-obsessive infatuation.

he still treats me like I'm a person though, so there's that. He, I think if I were to end up with any of them it would be him. 

"oh by Hylia, [name] are you alright? you've been missing for so long, we thought you were kidnapped, but by the looks of it, you've managed to escape them! even, even if it did leave you hurt"

his smile doesn't look right. he's lying, lying straight to my face... 

but it's not like he's lying to me. No, it's like he's trying to convince himself that's what happened. His concern is sweet despite how misplaced it may be; I can't bring myself to break it to him that it's not what happened. Unless...

I couldn't, could I?

oh, but I could.

"link, I- I wasn't kidnapped. I was scared of how the others are acting, I didn't feel safe so- so I ran as far as I could"

This affected me more than I thought, seeing as I could barely finish the sentence without stuttering or coming close to bursting into tears, I hope he reacts the way I want him to and by the look of it, he will.

His face instantly fell when I said that, filled with pity and something else I can't quite put my finger on, the closest thing I can think of is pride but even that doesn't seem right, is, is he smug? Why would he be smug that I’m scared of the others when I…

“Oh my dove, you don't need to be worried now, I'm here. I'm the only one you trust after all; the only one of us you need. you're my betrothed, my one true love until the end of time"

his"betrothed", when did he- how would he- how didn't I realise? Is Skyloftian culture so different to my own? oh, what am I saying of course it's that different. why is he reaching for - the feather? he proposed when he gave me that earring, didn't he?

"I knew I made the right choice when I chose you as mine, we’re perfect for each other can’t you see? And I know I shouldn't love you, I know I shouldn't love you but I do and nothing will separate me from you again as long as I draw breath.”

And isn’t that the truth, that look in his eyes, that stupid lovesick look. I’m not a fool entire for I know exactly what it means. The idea that even if I somehow made it home…

He would find me.

And he would never let go.

How are you even supposed to respond to something like this? This declaration of ownership, that no matter what I do I’m his. To think how I idolised him when he was nothing more than a game character, how naive was I?

Even still I can’t bring myself to hate him, even if he’s a walking red flag. Even if he’s someone I should run from in fear - It’s still Sky, still the only one to welcome me with open arms, the only one to treat me ever so kindly when I was petrified of everything.

Part of me is telling me to leave, to do what's smart and practical. But another part is pulling me towards staying, following my heart even if it means taking a risk. I know I’d have regrets either way for I would be losing something I care for no matter my choice and I’ll need to say something soon to him, even if it’s a lie. I can’t bear to see him so worried, even knowing where that worry is from.

I don't know what the right choice is, but I know that I have to make a decision. And no matter what I choose, I'll have to live with the consequences.

[therantfairysblog]

How are you up there?

Every time he saw a big pine tree, or roof or anything tall, his mind keep bringing back his old memory. Iguro love sitting there for some reason like a stray cat, sometime taking a nap even.

.......

"Where the hell is he going? Aren't this past a lunch hour? Is he still on date with Kanroji??" shinazugawa sitting under a huge tree. In front of him, a wide rice fields were there.

He supposed to meet him here, to make a plan for their join mission tomorrow.

"shinazugawa"

"huh?" He was looking around. No one was there but he know it was iguro's voice.

Don't tell me...He look up at the tree he was sit under. And there's iguro, lying comfortably like a sneaky snake in the branch, watching him patiently.

"Good grief. What the hell are you doing there??? Come here"

"You are late, i just wake up from my nap". Iguro jumped over and land right beside him. Kaburamaru slithering around his neck as usual.

"tsk. Though you are still on date with Kanroji"

"well, she's on mission today, so i come here fast"

.....

The discussion finished less than hour. Both of them are really good in their teamworks and decision making so it doesn't really difficult to make a plan.

"iguro, why are you always up there? Freaking snake"

"You want to try? It's a very nice view up there"

The first time he met Iguro was when he was introduced as a new hashira, he was petite and small, he though he was fragile. Iguro was indeed physically weaker than majority of the hashira, he though, but he was impressed with his sword skill. Since then he was getting closer to Iguro especially since both of them share the same hatred with demon. They do share about their past too but Iguro was much private about it

"you know shinazugawa, up there, you can see the whole scenery, the things that you couldn't do from the land. It's feel so free and fulfilling. To be honest sitting up there clearing up my messy mind and also...." the two sitting under the tree, watching farmers harvesting the rice field.

"Really? You are really a hopeless sentimental person. When i first met you, honestly you look like a weak and pathetic kid."

Iguro suddenly laughing. Is he mad,? Shinazugawa questioning himself.

"I'm...indeed weak haha. I couldn't do anything, the only thing i do is running away...' Iguro's voice turned a bit slow. The dark memory of the past, the serpent demon, him running away leaving behind his family, letting them die suddenly repeating like a movie roll.

"Uh I'm sorry"

"nah it's fine. Well since i was out here, alive, even for a little, i wish for a little freedom. Up there, looking at the sky, birds, stars are so nice. Even a bit...i thought it was quite ok to feel that way."

Shinazugawa just letting him keep talking. Freedom? When he was reminded of Iguro's past, he still couldn't comprehend the horror his friend's feel. 12 years in cage is unforgivable.

"shinazugawa, last week I met my cousin. I already told you about her isn't it? Apparently she was living happily, has family too. It's like she was already free from our haunting past. I couldn't do that." Iguro' was laughing. It was a nervous, hesitated laughter.

"That's why, watching a nice view, flying birds, a whole wide view of lands and ocean from a higher place is so wonderful to me. A nice little break, i guess. Sometimes i feel a nice sense of freedom up there. Although It's perhaps isn't the same sense as my cousin's but I'm quite like it"

.....

A year after the final battle, after the visit to the cemetery, shinazugawa went to the tree. It is still there, shinazugawa sitting under it, watching the usual routine of the farmers. His memory with Iguro played like a movie.

"Iguro. I wish, you'll finally achieved the freedom that you yearn for. How's the sky up there? It must be so pretty isn't it?"

"iguro, me too. I wish for my own freedom"

The summer breeze blowing nicely, bringing back the memory of the past.

[fuckingstrange]

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| Day23: Workplace Secrets |

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WARNINGS: Mention of homophobia (Spencer's fear), idk what else, fluff

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WORDS: 640

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PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader

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Woohoo this fic is on time but it sucks ass !!

You and Spencer are sharing the couch at the back of the jet, sitting awkwardly far from each other since the team is watching and Spencer got paranoid after Emily had made a joke about him being really close to you. You try to be reasonable and understand why he wants to keep your relationship with him a secret, but it still hurts. You don't want to be anybody's secret, you wanna be able to hold his hand whenever, you're starting to believe you're just.. something to be ashamed about.

You slump down in your spot on the couch, your head turning your head to the side so that Spencer doesn't see the look of sorrow on your face. You pretend to just look out at the night sky through one of the small windows, though, with him being a profiler and all, can tell you're not actually interested in the stars. He looks around, seeing most of the team asleep or distracted by their phones. He slowly slides closer to you, still a friendly distance more than anything. “What's wrong?” You hear him ask, the question bringing tears to your eyes. You know he won't touch you, so you just keep your head turned the other way and mumble back a cracky “nothing.”

Spencer frowns, adjusting himself in his own seat. “I know you're lying.. come on, please?” He whispers, beginning to anxiously fiddle with the hem of his sweater. You glance over, looking down at where he toys with the fabric then up to the worried expression on his face. You sigh, motioning for him to turn to face you as you do the same. “I.. I don't understand why the team can't know about us. Why do I have to be your secret? Are you ashamed of me? Am I not-” You begin to ramble, but to your surprise, he silences you with a kiss.

He keeps his lips planted on yours, kissing you a little harder when it fails to ease the tension from your body. After a second you let yourself calm down, his lips falling off yours but his face remaining close. “It's not you. I'm not.. I'm not ashamed of you, and I'm sorry that I made you feel like I was. I'm just.. I get enough shit from Morgan anyways, and I don't want us to get treated differently, Could we get fired over this!? A-and what if they're homophobic!? That opens up a whole new string of conversations!” He rambles, getting more anxious by the second. Your brows furrow, a hand hesitantly coming up to brush against his cheek, encouraging him to quiet down since the team is all around.

You feel a little bad for bringing it up, finding out just how scared Spencer is of all the consequences that could come with dating in the team. “They.. would never hate you. You're the boy genius, Spencer. I'm pretty sure they can't fire us for being gay, and, it's not like one of us has more authority over the other in the workplace.” Your words are meant to put Spencer at ease, and thankfully they do, a bit at least. He looks around, finding the team to all be asleep now. He slowly moves to lay down, letting you help guide his head into your lap.

You smile down at him, stroking his hair back. “I.. think I’m okay with us being public- I-If that's what you want.” He offers, his cheeks getting a little red as he looks up at you. You move your hand to caress beneath his jaw, whispering “We'll talk more when we get home.”. He's content with pushing the conversation to a later time, just letting his eyes flutter shut so he can focus on the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin.

[spectator-zee]

hehheheh. Hellloooo Orion and Asha. We meet once more 😈

Anywaysssss, jokes aside...

*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。

What is Magnifico and Amaya going to be like in your story?

2. Why is Orion helping Asha? Did she wish on him?

3. What's her owl's name? (I saw you mention something about an owl sooooooo)

5. Some Orion backstory dump??

6. What does Asha think about Orion? Same with him?

7. Does Asha have any friends, or is she alone?

8. Does Asha know magic?

9. How do Maggy and Amaya treat Asha? Is it good? Is it bad??

10. Stupid and random ass question, butttt how would Hiccup and Orion get along (that is, if you like the movies/show). If you dunno, then how would he get along with Nimona or Jack Frost?

11. What inspirations did you take and put into your au?

12. Does Amaya know magic too? Or is she an Alchemist? Same goes with Asha. Does she know Magic as well, or no?

13. Nicknames. What would Asha and Orion nickname each other?

14. Why does Mag take wishes? Is Amaya on his side?

15. Ahh I see what you did there, but imma ask it anyway:

Is Charo (if it is their name) a lynx or just a house cat? Do him and Asha's owl get along, or does Charo just want to eat him?

16. Oh no! Cannon Asha appears in Asha's room! WHatever shall she doooo????

17. If you don't know the name for your au, thats okay. I'm just wondering what your AU is named :3

18. Ah shit. How would Orion feel around this certain Mickey Mouse?

19. Is there gonna be songs in your AU? Or no?

20. Design inspirations you got from designing Asha and Orion!

21. Do you have the Maggy and Amaya designs, or are you still exploring that?

22. Wait what if they both visit Eden in Sky Children of the Light? What would they do (yes ik im asking stupid questions I just wanna have some fun with it yk???).

23. Is Orion seen as a monster (rawr rawr rawr) by the people of Rosas? By Asha? By Magnifico? Or no??

24. This is gonna hurt your soul, but....

plus

equals

25. There is no 25. I ran out of questions to ask uhhhh.....

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Odesseus verses Magnifico. Who would win?

Okok, I think I'm done.

Hope you enjoyed these questions 😈

Anyways, gooodnighttttt Rosas

1.) What is Magnifico and Amaya going to be like in your story?

I'm still trying to figure out what their personalities would be like, since it KEEPS CHANGING WHENEVER I FINALLY DECIDE ON WHAT THEY WOULD BE LIKE IT'S LIKE THESE TWO DOESN'T WANT TO BE WRITTEN WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS--

I mean, I have an IDEA on how I want them to be like, but for some reason, I don't know how to put it to words.

I HAVE THE PUZZLE PIECES I JUST GOTTA FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT FIT TRUST ME.

But they're definitely this AU's main antagonists.

2.) Why is Orion helping Asha? Did she wish on him?

They both have the same goal of taking down the royal couple, Orion mainly wants to prevent them from shooting down and capturing stars and turning them into [redacted]. Asha wants to retrieve the wishes that Magnifico has collected from the citizens of Rosas and return it back to them and help them achieve their dreams without relying on magic to make it come true.

Well, That's their main motivations at least. (unless i change my mind and change their main motivations or something-)

3.) What's her owl's name? (I saw you mention something about an owl sooooooo)

Chará. It means Joy in Greek! Asha named her that because Chará always brings her joy whenever she feels down.

This cutie patootie right here :3

4.) Some Orion backstory dump??

I'll tell you some things that happened there instead :)

His first wishmaker died

He manifested an ability to tell when someone is lying after someone deceived him and it led to people getting hurt and maybe killed

He abandons his first name due to the events that happened there, feeling like he doesn't deserve it

He harbors hate for Magnifico and Amaya due to events that happened there

5.) What does Asha think about Orion? Same with him?

They were totally not entirely trusting of each other at first. Especially Orion, with Asha being the Royal couple's ward he was waiting for the other shoe drop and for her to reveal that she was working for Magnifico the whole time and now he's gonna end up as the rest of them-

*Ahem*

ANYWAYS-

Asha, while sort of cautious of Orion at first, definitely noticed that he acts like he's not bothered by the fact that she's the royal couple's ward but she knows that Orion always casts suspicious glances towards her whenever he thinks that she wouldn't notice.

She tries her best to not make him uncomfortable because of that, and Orion notices and secretly appreciates it.

After some misunderstandings, getting to know each other and some near death experiences they'd have some sort of ride or die relationship with each other.

6.) Does Asha have any friends, or is she alone?

She only had Chará as her friend after finding her injured and tended to her until she got better, she pleaded for Amaya to let her keep the owl and Amaya reluctantly agreed, as long as Asha takes full responsibility for the owl herself.

As the story goes on though she eventually befriends Flazino first (due to some Orion shenanigans and then Flazino almost getting kidnapped and Orion kidnaps him before he gets kidnapped) and then eventually working their way to befriending the seven teens due to Flazino being acquaintances with them.

I actually have some of Flazino's interactions with Asha and Orion written in my notes here:

Flazino tied in a chair, Eugene style: What the- where am I?!

Orion: You have been kidnapped for your own protection! Your boss is evil by the way.

Flazino: No shit- WHAT?!

Orion: WHY DIDN'T YOU GO TO ME? I COULD'VE HEALED YOUR INJURY!

Flazino: I'M SORRY, WAS IT 'OUR' STAB WOUND? MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!

Asha in the background with a pleased expression: I'm so glad they're getting along!

Asha: Flazino, do you know where Orion is?

Flazino: Who?

Asha: You know...

Flazino:

Asha: My partner in stopping crimes?

Flazino:

Asha: The Star?

Flazino:

Asha: He kidnapped you once.

Flazino: Hmm, sounds familiar

Asha: He pranked you yesterday by turning all your clothes pink

Flazino massaging his temples: Ah yes, my favorite headache

7.) Does Asha know magic?

She does, but she struggles with it. Magnifico is often disappointed with her for not being able to keep up with him.

Magnifico just has a natural talent for magic and he sucks at teaching other people so she shouldn't be upset. nope she beats herself for not being better

Her strength actually lies in potionmaking, she takes after Amaya more than Maggy. she was first (and still is) Amaya's apprentice in Alchemy before she is Magnifico's student in sorcery.

But it doesn't mean she didn't learn a few magic tricks though.

8.) How do Maggy and Amaya treat Asha? Is it good? Is it bad??

Maggy isn't really fond of Asha. He took her on as his student due to Amaya's request as she wants Asha to have some experience with it. But Asha can't keep up with him in sorcery as he has a natural talent with magic and she...just doesn't. He looks down on her for it as a result.

Well, at least she's useful when it comes to castle duties like managing the palace budget and overseeing trade. (Hey idk what a princesses's job is inside a castle, do they just sit around inside or...?)

Amaya took on Asha as her little apprentice when the girl was young, she saw the kid wander inside her study and create a potion without blowing something up on the first attempt and figured she has potential and it might be good to have a little helper. Asha's mother, the royal seamstress Sakina, saw no harm in it and allowed Asha to be Amaya's helper.

And cue Asha's parents dying

So when those two died, Amaya adopted Asha as the child had no other relatives, at least from what Asha remembers. Asha would drown herself in her duties to force herself to forget and not think about the loss of her parents, isolating herself from the outside world.

Amaya does care for Asha, but if there comes a time that she would have to choose between Magnifico and Asha...well...

Let's just say there will be heartbreak.

9.) Stupid and random ass question, butttt how would Hiccup and Orion get along (that is, if you like the movies/show). If you dunno, then how would he get along with Nimona or Jack Frost?

Orion being amazed with his sword Inferno, and suggests that he should also get himself a long ranged weapon too, like a crossbow with fire arrows! >:D

(Oh boy once he find out that Hiccup has a shield that can turn into a crossbow he's gonna beg Hiccup to make him one)

It pains me to say that i haven't watched Nimona...YET. But Orion would probably have a shapeshifting battle with them or something

Orion would beg Jack Frost to teach him ice magic cause it looks so cool! Moving frost bunnies!! It looks so cute!! And he's more attuned to fire so he has a hard time doing ice magic

Couldn't find a GIF :(

10.) What inspirations did you take and put into your au?

A bunch of Webtoons I've recently read for Inspirations for clothing designs and kingdom stuff.

Epic the Musical

Disney

The concept arts for Wish

And Animes!

11.) Does Amaya know magic too? Or is she an Alchemist? Same goes with Asha. Does she know Magic as well, or no?

She's mostly an Alchemist, maybe she knows some magic too but she's not as good as Magnifico. She does know how to use a blade though :D

12.) Nicknames. What would Asha and Orion nickname each other?

Asha's nicknames to Orion would be:

Partner

Star

That damn mischief maker

Annoying furball

Ori

Polly :)

Orion's nicknames to Asha would be:

Partner

Your highness

Miss Stabby

My lady

ASHAAA!!! ❤️❤️❤️ :D

There could be more in the future who knows

13.) Why does Mag take wishes? Is Amaya on his side?

Yep he still does, When he became king, he made a rule that when they come of age, every citizen of Rosas must give their wish to him if they want to live there. His reasons is that its to prevent the tragedy that happened to his father, the previous king and his brother, Prince Philip that involved a Star and a wish, it was said that the Star took the prince's life to consume his wish to become more powerful and the previous king died protecting the prince.

He actually uses Wishes to trick stars to coming into Rosas.

You see in my au, whenever someone on earth makes a wish, when a star hears it, it's like LITERAL MUSIC to their ears (that is, if they even have ears but you get the point). And there's a difference between a real person making a wish and Magnifico using a wish to trick stars. Fake wishes by Magnifico sounds a bit distorted and it's like there's some off keys about it, like hitting a wrong note when playing music on a piano. Younger stars are more prone to being tricked due to not being able the difference due to inexperience.

So Magnifico uses the wishes to trick stars to think that someone in Rosas is having a disney princess "i wish" moment and they go down there to assist the wishmaker in pursuing their wish.

But unfortunately for Maggy, a meddling star always intervenes whenever a star does get tricked and comes down to Rosas. The star that gets tricked gets dragged back to space by the meddling star and gets lectured for not listening to warnings. Magnifico also ends up getting burned and some of his belongings on fire because of this guy.

Yes Amaya is in on it, they're partners in crime :)

14.) Ahh I see what you did there, but imma ask it anyway: Is Charo (if it is their name) a lynx or just a house cat? Do him and Asha's owl get along, or does Charo just want to eat him?

Just an Aegean cat, though don't underestimate the little guy, Charo has probably clawed out a man's eyeball at some point.

Charo and Chará don't really like each other.

Whenever they're alone with each other they would often get into a fight. Lots of scratching and hissing and aggressive hooing.

Don't have your Starboys use magic to allow them to be able to talk, there would be lots of screaming and arguing and threats and the occasional profanity with those two. Orion is already traumatized.

15.) Oh no! Canon Asha appears in Asha's room! WHatever shall she doooo????

She'd wonder if Magnifico cloned her or something. Honestly, why is she not surprised she should've expected that he would get rid of her one day. Then she'd try to find a way to send her back where she came from.

16.) If you don't know the name for your au, that's okay. I'm just wondering what your AU is named :3

At first i named it Shoot for the Stars, but Flicker recently pointed out that it sounds a bit too similar to their Reach for the Stars AU and it might cause confusion, but they suggested the title Shooting Stars instead. Which is a wonderful name and so it's called Shooting Stars now!

The title (whether its the old or new one) references Starboy's name having a relation to archery, how my au Magnifico literally tries to shoot down stars, how my Starboy uses the archery skill he's known for to protect the stars that Magnifico is trying to shoot down and capture.

17.) Ah shit. How would Orion feel around this certain Mickey Mouse?

He sure hopes that Charo and Chará won't catch wind of his existence, they'd fight over who gets to eat him.

18.) Is there gonna be songs in your AU? Or no?

Answered this is Rascal's ask!

19.) Design inspirations you got from designing Asha and Orion!

Lots of Medieval themed dresses for Asha, there was so much saved on my phone that it already has low storage D':

But i settled with a mix of these three outfits instead:

To add onto the Rose theme i gave her a Rose choker.

I also gave some Thorny vine designs that would be seen on her dress.

The idea was to give her some sort of Thorny Rose vibe. It's not just her that has a thorny vine design on her, citizens under the Royal couple's rule has a thorny vines design on their attires. Anyone who opposes or has doubts or doesn't like the royal couple does NOT have this design, it would just be normal vines with leaves on it.

To finally finish off the Thorny Rose vibe of Asha, I (Magnifico actually) gave her a crown made of thorny vines that has a rose on the middle.

Imagine this, but it's made of vines with thorns on it and a Rose on the middle.

*

For Orion, his outfit is a mix of Prince Florian and Prince Charming's outfit.

Here's also some fun facts about his design!

There are three diamonds in his belt, it actually references the asterism called Orion's belt found in the Constellation Orion! (It's a silly little detail that i thought would be fun to share)

His main outfit colors consists of Dark colors (Blue and Black) to symbolize how he blends in the night sky, unnoticed so no one can wish on him. And some gold colors too but it doesn't really dominate his outfit.

Used a fur collar for a "Hunter" vibe (at least that's what my notes were telling me while i was looking through his old designs idk wth past me was talking about)

His outfit should not have too many layers, as it would hinder him using his Bow whenever he's trying to shoot something. But i still wanted to give some sort of princey vibe for reasons, and so his current design was born.

He can turn his cape intangible whenever he desires so it won't hinder him whenever he's trying to aim for something. But he can't turn it intangible for long periods of time.

He has a Star brooch on the middle of his fur collar thingy, it's default look is the one on the left. But whenever he uses magic it changes to the star on the right.

20.) Do you have the Maggy and Amaya designs, or are you still exploring that?

Not yet, but i do already have ideas on what i should give them.

Maggy would have a collar like the Evil Queen, but a bit more smaller.

And with Amaya, I'm debating whether i should give her braided hair or short wavy hair

21.) Wait what if they both visit Eden in Sky Children of the Light? What would they do (yes ik im asking stupid questions I just wanna have some fun with it yk???)

Orion would protect Asha at all cost, and he would freak out A LOT when he discovers that they have to LITERALLY DIE to finish Eden.

Please man i don't think Orion would want another wishmaker dead-

22.) Is Orion seen as a monster (rawr rawr rawr) by the people of Rosas? By Asha? By Magnifico? Or no??

Asha is the only human that knows Orion exists in the early parts of the story.

Rosas though is scared of another Star named Apollo, it is told that the Star killed the previous King of Rosas and his younger son, Philip. (Which is Magnifico's dad and younger brother)

Magnifico doesn't know who tf this Orion guy is. He hates this star named Apollo though.

23.)

Orion only has one response to being compared to a mario fuzzy.

He would eat it :)

(jk jk-)

Though he believes he's more fluffier compared to them.

24.) Odysseus versus Magnifico. Who would win?

Canon Magnifico got nothing on Odysseus 'i would trade the world to see my son and wife' of Ithaca.

I mean, have you seen him in the Thunder Saga? He's a Different Beast now-

[ink-sans-club]

uhhhhhhhh reverse trick or treat i suppose have this WIP inkXreader fic im workin on

It’s been a long day. Long week, even. Maybe even a long month. And frankly. you’re exhausted. Both physically and mentally. Everything hurts, sleep isn’t helping, and you think you may be coming down with a cold. Maybe that’s just hayfever from the grass you decided to lose your will to continue froliking in. Almost definitely hayfever, now that you think about it. You close your eyes for a moment, to blink away the tears, either from allergies or exhaustion, you can’t tell.

By the time you open them again, there is someone standing right over you, their short posture meaning they’re able to bend over easily to make eye contact (They look to he a skeleton, can you even call it eye contact??) that’s just close enough to have tension but not close enough to have substance. It’s… uncomfortable. They aren’t blinking, the shape of the lights in their eyes a blue crescent and the other a lilac rhombus.

“How come you’re laying in the grass?”

He seems to have forgone any sort of social niceties, and decided to ask the one question you don’t know the answer to. And because of that, you somewhat scramble in your exhausted brain to articulate the bone deep lethargy you feel without sounding too depressed, and so you blurt out the first think you think of. (which, in hindsight, is also annoyingly truthful.)

“waiting for the earth to reclaim me.”

Dammit, that sounded depressed. The skeleton doesn't seem to care, still looking down at you like you're a particularly interesting bug or leaf on the floor.

"Cool. Can I join you?"

"sure. knock yourself out."

They flopped down on the grass beside you, before speaking up again.

"I might not knock myself out, I'm actually quite a big fan of being conscious. Why do you want the earth to reclaim you? Is it like, something you're just doing for fun?"

And dammit yet again, you need to actually tell them the reason. They seem like the kind of guy to tell if you're lying. Or laying. Haha. You could never be a comedian, and nor can you be a decent liar. Fuck it, you can just be honest. Maybe the grass is magic or something. Fucking Honesty grass.

"because i feel like shit. and the earth is good at taking shit into its dark, damp embrace and making something far more useful than a blob that shits around stinking up the place."

Maybe being honest wasn't the best approach, because he's gone silent, staring up at the sky through the leafy canopy above you both. The sun shines through, speckling the grass around you both with little star-like patches, and there's faint birdsong in the distance. It's nice. Unfortunately, it doesn't help your saggy sack of shit mood.

"Oh, sorry, what were we talking about?"

After reiterating what you said, your new grass-laying pal miraculously shuts up for a bit. When he speaks up, his voice is... genuine.

"...I get it. Feeling like that sucks."

nd yea thats it for now. i keep writing tomorrow owo

yayayayayay!! i really like your writing and i can't wait to read more of it :D

[0perfectimperfections0]

The Grass on the Other Side: Part 2

Moxy wasn't joking when she said she wanted to hear all about the Institute. It didn't help that the Institute itself, compared to this place, was absolutely desolate. There wasn't really much to tell her.

When the topic of the Big World came up, that was when she really got invested. It was obviously the only thing she really wanted to know about. When Lou explained how the Institute worked; that dolls trained to be perfect and then went through the portal to go to the Big World, Moxy instantly lit up. It didn't go past him, the surprised look that Lucky gave him as well.

"It's real?" Lucky seemed genuinely baffled. "But I thought the Big World was just a story? Myths?"

That was what confused Lou the most. The fact that these creatures had heard of the Big World, yet only Moxy seemed to believe it really existed. Did all the creatures in this place think the Big World wasn't real? But why? Surely they knew they were factory rejects. Sent here because of some clogged up- oh...

Lou blinked down at Lucky, the pieces starting to fall into place. If these creatures were only here because of the blocked pipe, then maybe they really didn't know there was anything beyond this town. That still didn't explain how they were told about the Big World in the first place...

"Why haven't you gone through the pipe before to see what's through it?" Lou asked.

Moxy tilted her head. "What pipe?"

Lou rolled his eyes, staring ahead again with a flat expression. "The flower. Why haven't you gone through the flower?"

Her eyes lit up in understanding and, once again, Lou rolled his eyes. "Oh! Well, it's really high up. We don't really know how to get into it."

"What about the octopus thing? Can't she reach it?"

"Lefty?" Moxy hummed as she looked ahead to contemplate that idea. It never occurred to her to ask someone outside of her immediate friend group. She never really interacted with Lefty a lot. Mainly because she hated being far from the water. "Well...she really doesn't like being far from the ocean. I don't think she'd help."

Lou's eyes flitted up to the sky, noticing a flying white horse thing with one eye. He grimaced, but nodded toward the thing as it flew over them. "What about that thing? Can't it fly into the pi- flower?" Lou corrected himself quickly.

Once again, Moxy looked a little sheepish at the reasonable idea. Peggy didn't talk about the Big World at all. None of the other dolls here did, for that matter. Anytime she brought it up, they all either changed subjects none-too-subtly, or they went to get Ox involved to quickly dissuade her from talking about it anymore. "Erm...Peggy wouldn't help, either."

Now Lou was getting suspicious. Why was Moxy the only one trying to solve these mysteries? Did none of the other creatures even care that there was a strange flower protruding from the cliffside, spitting out random rejects? Did they not wonder where the rejected dolls were coming from?

He couldn't ask her about it before she changed her object of attention to the building in front of them. She skipped ahead, seemingly pushing aside the conversation for now. Lou squinted after her, lips pursed skeptically. Something didn't seem right.

"She's kind of an outsider, around here," Lucky speaks up quietly, noticing Lou's expression.

Lou refrains from scoffing at that. An outsider in a town full of outsiders? How much lower could one possibly go?

Lucky continued at Lou's contemplative silence. "She's the only one that thinks the Big World is real. W-Well...I guess except you, now, but you're from the flower, so...I guess you're not lying about all of that." Lucky looks down at the ground, face pinched in thought.

"But how do you know about it if you think it's not real? Who told you about it in the first place?"

Lucky shrugged. "I don't know. It's just a story that got passed down over the years. Moxy just took them seriously."

Lou shook his head, averting his gaze from Lucky and ahead to where Moxy was talking with a large, grey creature. "Who told you it was just a story?"

The red bat opened his mouth to answer, but Moxy suddenly called out to them. "Babo said he could help! Come on!" She had already started hurrying off toward the pipe before Lou and Lucky could meet with the other two.

Lou tilted his head back, sighing, as he watched her bolt off, not looking back to see if they were following. The grey creature gave the two of them a sheepish smile and a shrug. Maybe this was just something Moxy did all the time.

_______

Ox was on his way to the peer for the boat race that was supposed to happen in less than thirty minutes. They wouldn't start without him and he had a million other things to do today. Being late was not one of those things.

It didn't catch his attention until he noticed that, instead of greeting him with a wide smile, the dolls he passed by were engrossed in what seemed to be an interesting conversation. Once he tuned in, he caught snippets of it:

"He looks odd."

"Why is he so scrawny? Does he eat?"

"We never got an announcement."

"What's up with the suit?"

Ox slowed his pace down to try and gather more from the dolls, but everything was so vague. It's like they didn't know the name of this "he" person.

Something hit Ox on the back of the head and a doll passing by called out a bashful apology before tossing another newspaper to the neighboring group of dolls. Ox rubbed the back of his head, looking down at the front page. His eye widened.

It couldn't be.

[thisisarcanereverie]

When the World Went to Shit (Chapter 6)

Joel Miller x FEM! Reader

A/N: this is a SPOILER WARNING, this contains spoilers from the series in general.

PLEASE READ:

It's come to my attention that I've taken moments where Joel showed his vulnerability and made it about "Doc" (AKA the Reader). I would like to explain this. I've noticed in the show that Joel doesn't show certain emotions in front of others, the more vulnerable ones like fear or sadness or grief. He's always had those moments either with people he trusts completely or alone. And while he trusts Doc, she is one of the people he's trying to protect. So he wants to seem strong and doesn't show her those vulnerable moments, at least, when he can help it. Also up until now everything has been entirely in Doc's POV. From now on half of the chapter will be in Doc's POV and the other Joel's, it will still be in second person POV, just more into what's going on with Joel as a character. also a slightly shorter chapter this time around.

WARNINGS: Canon level of violence, swears, Joel is sad, talks of grief, PTSD, brief mentions of gore, Eventual Smut, pining (on both ends), grumpy idiots in love, reader is in her late 30's to early to mid 40's. Major character deaths. DISCLAIMER NO CHARACTERS/GIFS/PICS USED ARE MINE.

Summary: 20 years later after the world went to shit you, Joel, and Tess have to take 14 year old Ellie to the Firefly base outside of Boston QZ. What was supposed to be a simple plan turned into something much more complicated.

Prev. Chapter

Joel drove for a few hours before finding a place to park the truck, he made sure that it was clear enough to drive through but deep within the woods for cover. People had sucked before outbreak day, but they only got worse after. Raiders, Fireflies, FEDRA bastards, all of them sucked in their own way. He wasn’t an exception either, and he accepted that. He killed who he needed to, and more times than he would like to admit, he took pleasure in it. To take the hurt that he held onto and take it out on someone else, that was one of the reasons Tess liked him. 

He gathered the sleeping bags from the truck, handing Ellie’s to her first, making sure she got Frank’s old one rather than Bill’s. He went to hand you yours when you shook your head. 

“I think I’m going to sleep in the truck tonight,” you said. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Joel said once again trying to hand you the other sleeping bag to no avail. He sighed a deep sigh as he saw that look in your eyes, the look he knew meant that you weren’t going to budge on this. “At least grab a blanket so you won’t freeze to death.” Joel doesn’t look at you as he says this, instead he carries the sleeping bag over and lays it down. He saw Ellie fiddle with a loose string of the sleeping bag, Sarah used to do the same-

Joel looked away before he could finish that thought. Instead he laid down inside the bag and groaned, he heard you say a silent goodnight to Ellie before closing the door to the truck. He watched it rock a little as you settled yourself in the backseat. Joel didn’t express it in too many words but he cared about you, he just didn’t have it in him to say it out loud. 

“Hey Joel?” Ellie whispered, grabbing his attention. 

“Yeah?” 

“Did we do the right thing?” Joel looked over at her, he could barely see her eyes looking at him, which he was thankful for. “Lying to Doc?” 

A deep sigh left him as he remembered the event that had only transpired a few hours ago, and the note that Ol’ Bill left behind tucked safely into his jacket pocket. 

“It’s not lyin’,” Joel reasoned, “it’s just not telling her the whole truth.”

“Are you telling me the whole truth?” Ellie asked, Joel looked away from her and turned his face to the star strewn sky instead, finding the stars easier to look at, at the current moment. 

“Sure,” He said. Turning over to lay on his right side, making sure he would still be able to hear her. Silence passed by between them but Joel couldn’t rest, not with Ellie tossing and turning every few minutes. He would no sooner close his eyes and she would turn, the fabric of the sleeping bag brushing along with her and would wake him up. 

“Ok,” Joel groaned as he sat up and turned to her, “What’s wrong?” 

“Those people that you and Doc talked about,” Ellie said, turning to him, “There’s no way they’d find us here right?” He was silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. While he was sure that they were well covered, nothing was ever for sure. 

“No one’s gonna find us.” Joel promised as he laid himself back down laying on his right side. Internally he was berating himself for making a promise he couldn’t keep, why did he do that? 

“Ok,” He heard Ellie say before he heard the rustle of her sleeping bag one final time before silence. 

Sleep evaded Joel, which wasn’t uncommon without the pills and hooch; however this time it was different. He had this nagging feeling, one that wouldn’t let him rest. He had promised Ellie that no one would find them, which is something he shouldn’t have done. Someone could, that was always a possibility and one you should always be ready for and the only way to do that was to stay up and keep watch. Joel inwardly groaned as he realized what he was going to have to do in order to stop that nagging feeling. He waited until he heard the soft snores coming from the brunette beside him and got up. A few cracks and pops could be heard as he stood from the ground, resisting the urge to cuss out loud he grabbed the gun and walked to the path they came in at and just stood there. He would watch for a few hours, just enough to reassure him that everything was fine before catching what sleep he could. 

At some point in his watch he began to recount what had happened over at Bill and Franks. You didn’t know it but Joel had followed you, he watched as you broke down. He had wanted to comfort you, put an arm around your shoulders and lie to you saying that everything was going to be ok. But the longer he looked at you the more he felt his throat close up and the distinct feeling of having the wind knocked out of him grew stronger until he had to look away from you. He went back to the front of the house and put his hands on his knees, trying to breath through that gut wrenching feeling. 

It was cruel, he thought. Back at the beginning, after he lost his daughter and you lost your mother you had been each other's rock. It wasn’t like he cried on your shoulder or the other way around, but you would just sit next to him; you wouldn’t try to speak to him or offer your condolences, you would just sit there. That had meant more than he could ever say. But when the time came around for him to comfort you…he just couldn’t do it, he didn’t know how to anymore. 

His eyes had wandered over to the truck without him noticing, he hoped you were warm in there and that you couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see how shook he really was about everything that had happened, or that he was staying up later than he should to keep a promise he shouldn’t have made. In the strangest sense, though, in the midst of grief and fear was the beginnings of some old, forgotten feeling. One he hadn’t had since the outbreak, something he would rather not dwell on for too long. 

As he watched the road ahead, careful of any noise or sudden movement of leaves in the darkness, he thought more about the past few days. A lot had happened, it was almost too much to process. He almost laughed as he thought about how easy this job was supposed to be, get the girl to the Firefly base outside of the QZ, get the supplies that were promised, then find Tommy. But since he’s accepted the job, he’s assaulted a FEDRA Officer (maybe killing him), found out that the girl wasn’t just a girl she could possibly be the only person immune to the Cordyceps, Tess getting bit and sacrificing herself to save them, Frank and Bill were dead and left him all their supplies along with some unsolicited advice on Bill’s part. The one thing in common is that in the past few days, three people that he cared for (whether he admitted it or not) have died. Sure, Bill and Frank had been dead before he got there but how was he supposed to know that?! It was just a lot to lose in such a short time frame. 

And what of you? 

You, that smart mouthed child who used to chide him and Tommy about smoking cigarettes, turned into one of the most important people in his life. You weren’t much younger than Tommy, just a year or two; and before the outbreak he hadn’t spoken to you in years, wouldn’t have been able to pick you out in a crowd or anything. Yet now, after all these years, if he closed his eyes and focused long enough he’d be able to pick out the sound of your breathing. And that scared him, now more than ever. He’s already lost Tess, he’s lost Sarah and he’s lost Tommy and Bill and Frank, how could he lose you? He didn’t know what he would do if he lost you too. He tried not to think about that, but with everything that had happened it was inevitable that his mind would wander there.

Joel didn’t know how long he stared down that empty path, waiting for something he knew wouldn’t come. But the next thing he knew the sky was lighter and the early morning mist began to rise and he was tired. The corners of his vision blurred from the lack of sleep, but it wasn’t something he couldn’t push through. Maybe he would have you drive today, get a little nap in the passenger seat before stopping to fuel up or siphon gas out of abandoned vehicles if you didn’t want to break into the gas cans quite yet. 

First things first though. 

Coffee. 

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(Reader’s POV)

“Please!” the woman in front of you begs, a strand of her brown hair dangled in front of her eyes as you saw her tears fall, “don’t kill me here! I can’t die here, I have-” Your finger squeezed the trigger and the recoil was nothing to your body anymore. You watched as her body fell to the ground with a thud, the sound of the gunshot still echoed through the air as you silently said your apologies. She wasn’t the first person you’ve had to kill in order to survive, and she wouldn’t be the last. 

For a few weeks it was just You, Joel, and Tommy. But Tommy had always been fast to make friends, and soon all three of you were a part of a group. Apparently not everything was lost, the government was still active, or at least that’s what you’ve heard through them. They’ve set up Quarantine Zones, or QZ’s.  apparently they would have supplies, shelter, things that you needed and more. But it was a long walk from Texas to Boston, and you needed to do what you had to do to survive. Even if that meant killing people who had what you needed in order to do that. 

You were about to grab her bag when you saw the locket hanging around the woman’s neck. It wasn’t anything you needed, but curiosity got the better of you as it always did. You opened the silver locket to see not a picture but a single snippet of blonde hair, wordlessly you closed the locket with the hair inside and grabbed the bag before your conscious started to stir. 

The bag had seen better days, as did everything else, the bag was covered in dried dirt and one of the straps was only attached to the sack via duct tape. You looked inside and thanked god that she had at least four cans of food, That would be enough for you, Tommy, and Joel for tonight at least with one to spare. You dumped the cans into your own bag and tossed it aside, having no need for the bag when your own was in better condition at least. You got up and were about to leave when you looked over and saw a few flowers. 

Bluebonnets. 

They had been your mother’s favorite, she had always liked blue things. You knew you had to get back to the group, that they would probably be wondering where you were. But, for once, you ignored logic. You adjusted the body of the woman, adjusted her so that her necklace was under her shirt and close to her heart before you grabbed a few of those bluebonnets and surrounding flowers. Making a makeshift bouquet before placing it in her hands. You said a silent prayer before turning away. You didn’t know if she believed in a god and after all that had happened you couldn’t blame her, nor did you know which one she worshiped. So you kept it as vague as you possibly could and gave her what little of a funeral you could to make up for what you had to do. 

It was almost funny, how over the past month or so you had never felt so alone than in this moment. When you realize that the day someone you love dies isn’t the worst. 

It’s all the days that follow. 

You took a sharp inhale as you woke up, your heart beating faster than normal as you struggled to sit up. You cupped your hands over your eyes as you tried to remember to take deep breaths. You’ve done things that you weren’t proud of, that haunted you. You’ve made friends and held them in your arms as they died, there were people you couldn’t save, and you’ve killed people who were only doing what they could to survive. You let out a deep sigh as finally you feel your heart rate slow and the pounding in your head cease. 

“Hey,” you heard Joel say as he opened the truck door letting the cool early morning air into the truck causing goosebumps to form on your forearms, “I made some coffee if you want any.” It was funny, how tired you can see someone was by their eyes. The first thing you noticed was how the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and how slow he was to blink, and the rings underneath his eyes were dark. If you had to guess, the poor man didn’t sleep last night. You weren’t sure if it was from nightmares or from something else, and you had to stop yourself from asking. It wasn’t your place, you may care for him, but his issues were his own and demons only he could fight. 

“Great,” you groaned as you stretched, pretending not to notice how tired he was, “I could use a cup,” you heard a few pops coming from your back as you raised your arms over your head only to let them down after a second. Relishing in the brief relief of constant uncomfortableness that your body was under most days.

“I, uh, I got us both thermoses before we left,” Joel said as he cleared his throat looking away, “I’ll just put your half in yours, just come out when you’re ready.” You watched as he walked off with that familiar slight stagger in his step. Not really understanding what that was about, you decided not to think more about it as you grabbed the blanket that you slept with last night. You haphazardly fold it before placing it on the passenger seat, where Joel was going to be once you’ve packed up camp. The door closed with a thud as you turned to see Ellie waking up, and wiggle her way over to where the bubbling of coffee was. You watch in amusement as you see her recoil and a look of utter disgust etches on her face as she opens the lid and smells the slightly burnt and roasted smell of coffee grounds. 

“What the fuck is that?!” 

You watch Joel, who was putting away his own sleeping bag in the trunk of the car, turn to her with a look that you could only describe as mild offense and surprise. 

“You don’t like coffee?” 

After a few more comments from Ellie about how disgusting coffee smelled and grunts from Joel. You all eventually got all the gear together and headed into the truck. Ellie took the back seat and while you assumed you were going to have to fight Joel on this, you were pleasantly surprised when no fight came from him as you opened the passenger seat for him and motioned for him to get inside. Only fight you got was about you opening the door for him, saying something along the lines about you hurting his southern gentleman pride. But that was quickly abandoned as the door closed and you went to get behind the driver's seat. 

After making sure you didn’t forget anything one more time, you started the engine and started to make your way to Wyoming once again.

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[na-cafe]

Characters: Johnny x reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: pregnant reader, slight cursing

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"Are you Okay?" Johnny, your friend, asked you. You two were on the way from a local coffee shop and because you were feeling good today you decided you would like to walk there.

"Yes, I am," you answered for, you didn't even know, time. "You asked me like ten times already and we just went outside the coffee shop, Johnny." you looked at him with a small smile.

He also looked at you and stopped walking. He had this rule that if you're looking at him, you need to stop walking because right now with all the snow on the ground it is very dangerous to not look where are you placing your feet. "I am just making sure, Y/N. You seem tired," he remarked.

"Ha, thanks, Johnny." you rolled your eyes. You knew he doesn't mean it that way but this is his reason for everything 'You look tired', it's annoying by now.

"You know I don't mean it like that, Honey." he grabbed both of your hands. "I'm just a little overprotective of you now when you're having my child, you know." he looked into your eyes.

"I know, I know." you nodded. "But you don’t have to. Of course, I am very happy that you are that supportive because it happened by accident but I would tell you if something was wrong."

"I'm not an asshole. I would never turn my back on you when it was mostly my mistake." he smiled. "And it somehow made me not act like a child. Not that much." he laughed and you laughed with him. Suddenly, Johnny lost his balance, and to not take you with him down, he dropped your hands and fall into the snow by himself.

"Johnny!" you yelled in surprise but then you laughed. "Are you Okay?" you asked between laughs that were still escaping your lips. "Why am I asking? You look very much Okay," you remarked when Johnny started to make something that was supposed to be a snow angel.

Johnny looked like he has so much fun so you decided to lie next to him and do the same. When your back touched the cold snow you slightly shivered but that was soon gone and you started making one of the snow angels yourself.

But Johnny didn't like it.

"Y/N! You're gonna catch a cold." he sat from his lying position and turned his head so he was looking at you. "Get up, right now." he was ready to stand up and help you on your legs but you grabbed his hand and stopped him. "What?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Let me enjoy it too, please." you gave him puppy eyes. "Just this one time before our baby is born. When the little one will be here with us, we can do this all three together." you smiled at him.

Johnny was silent for a moment and then nodded. "Fine." he laid back in the snow and grabbed your hand. "Y/N?" you said your name with something uneasy in his voice. You just hummed that you are listening to him and waited for what he is about to tell you. "I'm happy that you are a mom of my baby."

"I'm happy that you are the father of my baby." you squeezed his hand and he looked at you. "I love you, Johnny." you finally confessed to him. "Oh, it started to snow." you were mesmerized by snow that was falling from the sky once again.

"I love you too, Y/N." he got on his side ruining his precious snow angel but he wanted to be closer to you so he could kiss your cheek.

Luckily, you, Johnny, and your baby girl were doing snow angels a year later and many years after that.

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A/N thank you so much for reading this little story. Hope you like it and leave a heart ♡

[last-flight-of-fancy]

hey remember when i said i wanted to write a fic about cross-class ability stuff.

here we gooooo

Timeline: Shadowbringers, Mt. Gulg.

WoL: Hallima, he/they Au Ra

It's been a long few weeks.

A really, really long few weeks.

Or was it months? It was honestly hard for Hallima to tell between being constantly on the move and the inconsistent lack of a day-night cycle for those last few… weeks. Or months. Whichever.

The rocks beneath their feet rumble, but their stance remains steady.

"How far?" Alphinaud asks, not in complaint but for information.

"We are perhaps halfway." G'rah- rather, The Exarch says mildly. None of them halt their march up the mountainous path up Mt. Gulg. The earth rumbles again, and a massive earthen hand reaches up to pluck a flurry of sin eaters from the sky.

"Up ahead!" Alisaie warns as a group of eaters make their way down the path towards them, too close for the mechanical giant to deal with for them.

Hallima is grateful for the distraction, for the opportunity to hit something as hard as he can. It's been a long few weeks and every time he looks at the Exarch he is reminded of how G'raha is lying to him and he still doesn't know why. It really shouldn't be so high on his priority list, considering the way his vision is starting to white out around the edges at all times or the worlds ending catastrophe they're trying to avert, but it nags at him.

He doesn't like feeling like he's missing critical information.

Which he is.

"I've got you!" Hallima hears Alphinaud call, the precursor to the gentle healing wind that envelopes the group. They keep moving.

The white lion from Vauthry's chambers bars their way. The first true obstacle. Fingers tighten around weapons, and they engage.

It's simple enough, they dispose of Vauthry's pet and move on.

"Are you holding all right?" The Exarch asks quietly during the next leg of the journey.

"As much as anyone here." Hallima half shrugs, not slowing his walk. They're pushing a hard pace, considering they have a full mountain to climb, but this is their only chance at this target. They have to do it. No one else can.

"I do not mean to be presumptive." The Exarch says, trying to hide the way his lips purse in worry but failing. "But you have a great deal more weighing on your shoulders than any of us."

'Including you?' Hallima wants to ask, but won't. This isn't the time to go digging… Even if the Exarch himself seems to disagree.

"One thing at a time." Hallima says instead. "Vauthry first."

"Of course." The Exarch ducks his head and lets the matter drop.

They cross the bridge from the mechanical mountain they had created to that of Vauthry's floating palace. They were truly in enemy territory now.

Another group of sin eaters. The rocks of the mountainside begin to turn white and smooth around them.

"We should find a place to stop." Alphinaud says. "Catch our breath. We cannot afford to exhaust ourselves before we even reach our destination."

"And give Vauthry the chance to swarm us?" Alisaie challenges. "It's too late for that, we need to push on."

They both make good points.

"Should the opportunity present itself it would be prudent to take it." The Exarch compromises. "But we must be prepared for the eventuality that no such opportunity will arise."

Hallima nods in full agreement. In honestly they could use a break, the light within them both burns and numbs and with all the light outside as well it's downright uncomfortable. All the more reason to get it over with though. One thing at a time.

The rocky mountainside becomes almost entirely smooth marble and sharp edges, the light burning away every natural curve until everything around them is the same uniformity of white.

Combining that with the light that's been hounding Hallima's vision makes it so he's having a damn hard time seeing much of anything.

Including the sin eaters.

It's this they blame for what happens next, a fumbled step, a missed target, their spear glancing sharply off of a pillar as they overextend and leave themself completely open at entirely the wrong moment.

It's difficult to tell at first, that anything had happened, any shouts of comrades and sounds of battle equally silenced by the monotonous roar in their ears. They wrench their spear back and heft it over their shoulder, tip pointed downward. An attempt to swing it fumbles though, the movement hindered by what they belatedly realise is the length of sin eater claw piercing clear through their chest.

Keep going. No one else can.

One thing at a time.

They grip the bone-like length and wrench with all the strength they can muster, snapping it cleanly and freeing Hallima while leaving the end where it is. They can't feel it, and this is not concerning. One thing at a time. Sound returns, but it feels a distant thing, like watching from beneath still waters.

Someone cries out, deep and gutteral, and a moment later G'raha has barreled into the eater with his magicked shield. It was him who had roared. What a new sound from him.

Focus, one thing at a time.

Instinct has Hallima raising his sword again, but the weight is wrong, it's too light, top heavy. He tries to call on Souleater, but it fails. The skin around the broken talon starts to crawl, warning that time is running short.

So full of aether, but unable to draw what he needs. There is an irony in there somewhere they are sure of it.

"Hallima!" Alphinaud. Hallima glances back, and the boy's face is a mask of panicked worry, but still mid-cast and holding his focus on the spellcraft perfectly. Hallima would be proud if he could feel anything at all at the moment.

Souleater still won't work. New plan then.

They heft their spear, still wrong, still too light, and stab hard at the eater that G'raha has been keeping busy. Again. Again. The eater lashes out but Hallima dances nimbly to one side, a motion born of pure practiced instinct. Stab again. His skin stops itching and begins to burn.

The eater lets out a final cry and falls, dissipating into the aether from whence it came. Hallima belatedly realises he isn't breathing and hasn't been for some time.

"Hallima!" Alisaie's shout pulls their attention away before they can think too hard about that, and before they know it everything is a flurry of motion and barked orders and the blue-green light of cure that is somehow darker than everything else around them.

"Here, set him down, quickly now-" G'raha says. Hallima tries to protest that he can walk, is walking right now in fact, but firm hands take him and lead him to sit, and he allows it.

"Alisaie-" Alphinaud says, voice stiff, and Alisaie kneels into Hallima's vision.

"I've got it." She says grimly. She reaches down, and then Hallima realises what they're doing. He attempts to grit his teeth in preparation, but the movement falls short as she pulls the talon from his chest. Despite the numb distance he currently exists in, it still makes him grunt.

"Sorry, sorry," Alisaie murmurs, seemingly as much to herself as to him, putting her hands over the open wound as Alphinaud's healing magic starts to flow.

Hallima knows the second that the hole closes, because it is then that he is forcefully thrust back into the world of the living, and all the associated pains that come with it. He comes to with a gasp that arcs his back- one that doesn't really help the still healing wound, but definitely feels good after so long without breath. Alphinaud's brows furrow and he redoubles his efforts, but by this point Hallima knows it's not really needed. The effect has worn off, and all there is left is to let the healing magicks weave their course.

Alisaie removes her hands, unsettled by the lack of blood on them and flexing her fingers.

Hallima takes a couple more deep breaths, coaxing his lungs into working normally again. His fingertips are buzzing a bit beneath his claws, which is expected, prompting him to touch each tip to thumb in sequence until feeling returns.

"What was that?" Alisaie is the first to speak, and of course it is to demand answers. The worry has not left her face, uncertainty keeping her from believing the danger is truly past.

"It looked like-" Alphinaud starts to say, but then trails off.

"Living Dead." The Exarch finishes for him. His back is turned to them, clearly keeping watch for sin eaters while the twins attended to Hallima. His hood turns, looking back towards them. "Am I right?"

"But that's-"

"An ability exhibited primarily by Dark Knights? Indeed." The Exarch confirms. "So. Warrior?"

Warrior. Not Hallima's name. He's upset and trying to distance himself. Hallima doesn't think that's particularly fair, considering all the secrets said Exarch is keeping to himself. But this is not the place to broach that issue.

"You know I took up the Dark Knight's sword in Ishgard." Hallima says. They give a half-hearted shrug, and it's a testament to Alphinaud's healing that it barely twinges now.

"Of course, but you don't have your sword-"

"Do you have your soul crystal?" Alisaie interrupts. Hallima waves half-heartedly.

"In my bag somewhere."

She curses angrily and dives into it without bothering to ask permission. A few moments later find her slapping said stone into his hand. He gets what she's trying to do- having the soul crystal in hand would certainly make any associated abilities much more effective, but in this case it's too late for that. The Dark Knight's repertoire exists almost entirely within combat and combat only.

Hence the instinctual attempt to draw the life energy spilt from his weapon strikes into healing his fatal wounds.

"I'm okay now, thank you, Alphinaud." Hallima says, pushing themself off the wall and into standing. Alphinaud lets his book drop but doesn't close it, lips pursed in concern.

"Are you sure? I am aware Living Dead is powerful, but you weren't using it the way it is optimal."

That much is true, and the tightness in Hallima's chest is something they can already tell will haunt them for a while, but in the short term everything that can be done has been.

"I'll be okay. Come on." They have a lightwarden to slay, all else must wait.

One thing at a time.

Alisaie catches their hand before they can walk far though, and she looks up at them with hard eyes.

"Do not scare me like that again." She says, and then stalks away quickly, hoping to hide the wetness in her eyes from them. It doesn't work.

Hallima tucks Fray's soul crystal back into their pocket.

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The Light is so bright.

G'raha's hood falls away alongside all the lies and even the light cannot obscure his expression. Grief and loss and heartbreak. It would be enough to send Hallima to his knees if he weren't already on them.

Talking, talking, so much talking. Hallima only really hears every third word. The light shouldn't be loud and it's not- instead it muffles everything down to a monotone roar.

It's a lot like Living Dead like that.

The gunshot pierces through both the distance and the muffling, ringing sharp and ever so painfully clear.

G'raha falls, and Hallima swears he feels his heart stop all over again.

Emet Selch talks, and all Hallima wants to do is roar, to throw himself at the betrayer villain, to rush to G'raha and hold him together as the healers did their work- but he does nothing, trapped fighting a losing war against the light within himself.

"Come find me, when the weight becomes too much, and you may complete your descent with dignity."

Had Emet Selch not stolen G'raha Tia away with him, Hallima might have genuinely considered it. Still does, in some small way. The temptation to let the inevitable take it's course while ensuring at least some measure of safety to his friends. The very thought of becoming that which would destroy those he loves is an unbearable one, and that is a reality far too close and far too likely to come to pass now.

But Emet Selch took G'raha Tia with him, and Hallima cannot leave that thread undone. There is too much unsaid, questions unanswered, things they must hear from G'raha's own mouth.

One thing at a time.

The sound of their head hitting stone flooring is the last distant thing they're aware of before the world fades into white.

-

Lightwarden.

There is an irony in growing up thinking he was a monster, learning he wasn't, only to ultimately become one in truth in the end.

Not that it's the end yet. Not quite.

Or at least so Hallima hopes as he stares out into the brilliantly lit skies of Norvrandt's night. They're exhausted, but they already know sleep will not come for them should they try.

The door creaks open, and they turn to see Alisaie, who appears surprised to see him upright.

"Thank the gods you're awake." She stalks forward, movements sharp, and wraps her arms tightly around Hallima's waist. "I thought I told you not to scare me like that again."

"Sorry." Hallima's voice is distant to his own hearing.

"You did that thing again. When you collapsed. Stopped breathing." Her arms tighten around him. "And while Alphinaud and Y'shtola where working your fingers kept twitching, like they were looking for a weapon."

She leans back then, though she keeps one hand fisted in his shirt, not letting go completely.

"They said it probably bought you time enough for them and Ryne bring the Light under control, like with what happened earlier on the mountainside. I should be glad for that."

"But you don't like it."

"But I don't like it." She confirms. "It kept you alive and that's good but when I think of you sitting there staring at nothing and not breathing-"

She takes a breath, releases it. Venting.

"I hate it."

Hallima turns and pulls her close, and she accepts the return hug without resistance or complaint. It's the same one they held when the scions had fallen one by one into silent coma's from which no cure seemed to exist.

She's grown so much and Hallima is so proud of her, but all the growth in the world will not stem the fear born of worry for a loved one.

"I'll try not to use it unless I absolutely have to."

"Well that should go without saying." She snorts at his pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. "I know it's a last ditch survival sort of thing. Or at least that's what I've gathered listening to Alphinaud. Anyway, thanks for letting me get that out. I feel better now."

Hallima is glad. Also because standing is becoming a bit of a wobbly proposition as the light insistently crowds their vision once more. They push it back until they can see the blue of Alisaie's eye's and the red in her jacket again.

One thing at a time.

[pellelavellan]

More things about Pelle's magic (in an itemized list I guess?)

forgive me for any things that are repeated. I do be forgetful

Pelle's magic surfaced when he was a infant after he mysteriously recovered from an illness his biological family had all but given up on trying to save him from. There were certainly speculations about spiritual intervention as he grew into a toddler as he attracted both spirits and demons like fleas.

He was incredibly emotional as a small child because he had not learned emotional regulation yet. That's already a hurdle for a child who isn't feeling everything from everyone and everything all at once. He cried and screamed a lot much to Deshanna's detriment who could not figure out what had him so upet.

The magic that manifested in him as an infant he had absolutely no control over for years. He technically still doesn't as it is not something to be controlled so much as it is a passive experience.

ie. the last point. The spiritual side of his magic means he has a deep sense for other people's auras and energies. He cannot read people's thoughts but he is sensitive to other people's emotions, energy, and intentions. He can tell when someone is truly happy, sad, angry, even sometimes if they're lying but the last one isn't fail safe he can very well still be deceived. Having a sense for intention simply mean he can tell when someone means to harm him or just doesn't carry about with good intentions for others. It was a skill that was more valued when he was with Clan Lavellan as he could be taken along by hunters to less familiar places and be able to sense humans before they came face to face with them.

On sensing auras, emotions, and intentions: this applies to people, animals, supernatural beings, even living matter. When it comes to things like red lyrium which to him qualifies as living matter he has a very negative reaction physically to being around it. Something about genuinely fills him with a sense of dread that he can't shake. The first time he encountered it in his teens in a cave he had such a strong reaction to it that he dug his heels in the ground and refused to investigate it further, and demanded they leave immediately.

Also on auras: he has complicated feelings about demons as in he doesn't actually believe they are evil and would be very interested to know if their condition can be reversed. He sees them more as lost, hurt, confused. He would sooner want to help guide a demon back to it's former being than to destroy it. It is of course not a popular opinion to hold.

The only living things between people, animals, and the supernatural that will actively attack him unprovoked are indeed people. People's aura is unique in the sense that it can be manipulated and altered by experience and belief. The only animals he has encountered that share this trait are dogs as humans can train them to execute their intentions. They are the only animals he fears for this reason.

Pelle's magic as far as the nature (or keeper I guess?) magic is very influenced by his own philosophy of the world. When he first learned the skill he was 16 and it began with being able to manipulate trees and nature. It actually stopped there until he was Inquisitor because of his philosophy about life and the balance of nature. He did not believe destruction to have a place in the life cycle and so he could not harness anything in nature that destroys rather than symbolizes life. This changed as he was forced to confront this philosophy as Inquisitor with the help of a spirit of grief. He later learns to harness fire and lightning from this experience as Inquisitor.

The first time he harnessed lightning it was an accident and he was very shocked that the lightning in the sky came down and fell into his hands.

Pelle's magic is also somewhat dependent on his environment. For example, he can't summon a tree where this is none or could not summon lightning without rain at first. The emergence of magical elements like fire and lightning as Inquisitor took a good amount of practice and mentorship from other mages who were trained in the craft to guide him.

Prior to these things unlocked his primary sources of magic he could use and are not passive experiences were healing, tree magic, and some force (it's hard to explain, it was like starter fade magic because the force fields either to protect to project were both manifested with fade magic he didn't even know he was using as he does acknowledge the fade as a natural part of the world.)

His chosen specialization is Fade magic as it was a natural progression to the magic he already possesses.

Pelle does not use a staff for magic, he channels magic through his body. The exit points are his hands and his feet. Healing is the only one where there is a third exit point, it's his mouth (healing kisses eyyy.)

If he wasn't already an elf, as they're already known to walk quietly and maintain a lower sense of presence due to learned behavior to deflect attention from humans, the spititual side of is magic does also give him a lower sense of presence if he doesn't announce himself. Came in handy eavesdropping at the Winter Palace.

His eys are naturally brown. They appear amber because of his magic. They were brown till he was about 6 or 7 when he could harness his magic by choice.