#at least i have all the fairy fountains though.

[ozlices]

totk spoilers

icb they let us ride the dragons icb they let us do this icb it. my first playthrough of botw, i spent three hours on medoh after finishing all the terminals bc i just loved the view and getting to see hyrule icb they gave us the light dragon which is a free medoh trip across the entire map. and you can ride the others too. dont have the appropriate armor for it yet but it is literally so rad they let us do it omg

[adrift-in-thyme]

And so it begins >:) I'm super excited for a month full of whump!! I hope you all enjoy reading these fics as much as I've enjoyed writing them. Now, whumptober day 1 LET'S GOOOO

Whumptober Day 1: Race Against The Clock

Read it on Ao3

- Warriors & Wild

- Summary: When Wild gets poisoned, it's up to Warriors to get him to safety

CW for blood and injury, poisoning, near-death experience

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Warriors runs and does not stop.

His scarf flies out behind him, its flight a thing of fragile elegance. His boots collide with the earth so harshly puffs of dust rises with each step. His breathing is short, quick; his mouth dry, saliva thick. 

Keep going.

It is the only order he has. And it is an order that rises from the depths of his own mind. 

Keep going until you reach the fountain. 

In his arms, tucked close, lies Wild. Draped in an awkward bridal hold, his legs and arms flap limply with the movement, like damp clothes hung on a line to be tossed by the wind. His breaths are an unending rasp of thin, courageous gasps. Blood deepens the tranquil blue of his tunic into a somber maroon and drains past his lips in a line of faintly bubbling gore. 

He coughs. More life flees in a murmur.

This time, the persevering rises and falls of his chest nearly ceases with it.

“Stay with me, champion,” he orders through gritted teeth and the taste of sweat. 

“No problem,” the boy had chirped mere moments before. He had stood with an arrow in his breast, dripping emerald, he had stood bloodied and beaten…and he had grinned. 

“Takes more than this to kill me.”

And therein lies the heart of the hero’s sentiment. Warriors has certainly thought the same phrase many times himself.

The idea that you are stronger than evil, stronger than fate — it is one you must hold to if you mean to survive. The thing about heroes is, they always mean to survive. 

Pride is necessary. Pride does not change a single thing.

Blue eyes turned milky blink up at him. Cracked, crimson-dampened lips part with a sigh.

“I’s okay Wars. ‘M fine.” His voice cracks, a structure of crumbling stone. His head lolls sideways, bumping against Warriors’ chest. 

“I know...”

He is not. Not in any way.

Warriors knows little about the various poisons that exist within this darkness-entrenched world. He should, what with the sheer amount that have been sent his way. But even Impa’s knowledge and Zelda’s wisdom cannot comprehend them all. Like the cursed stalfos in Wild’s Hyrule, they lurk, waiting, watching until the right moment to leap. 

Whoever they hit is left floundering. That much is so certain that it aches. 

Warriors pauses. His chest heaves with quick, thin, burning gasps. There is a crossroads before him. He examines the two worn signs, like human arms, each gesturing in a new direction. He has little clue as to which leads to a fairy fountain. But the one claiming to take him to Kakariko seems the more promising choice of the two. If, goddess forbid, his gamble fails to pay off then at the very least they will be in a town, amongst people. Perhaps, someone will have medicine or know magic. 

He bows his head. As long as he can make it, there is hope.

He wishes, not for the first time, that he had Epona. 

A roar shatters what stillness there had been. Out of the cover of the overgrown grass leaps a bokoblin. Its muscled body gleams silver and violet. An enormous club rests in the beast’s clawed grip, its surface roughly hewn.

Cursing himself for his inattention, Warriors lunges sideways. The bokoblin brings its weapon hurtling through the air with such force that it lifts his hair, makes his scalp prickle. He drops into a battle stance, plants his feet, clumsily maneuvers Wild into the hold of his nondominant hand. His sword sings as he lifts it from its sheath.

Two more beasts fly forth as though conjured by dark magic, one black, the other that cursed hue verging on white. 

The first lunges once more and the others join him. But this time Warriors is ready. He brings his sword up in front of him, angled horizontal. Stealing his will, he pushes himself into a vicious whirl. The world blurs. The wind whistles in his ears, joining the beat of his heart. The monsters cry out and fall.

Warriors comes to a stop, breathing hard more from the panic he must fight down than from physical exertion. Wild moans, protesting the jostling, and he murmurs an apology. There is no time to stop, however. Hefting the champion into a firm grasp once more, he races forward. 

“Almost there,” he murmurs. “We’re almost there, Wild.”

Under other, better circumstances, he would try to get him to talk. He would pry about his Hyrule or Flora or his favorite weapons. He would tease and chatter, keep the conversation going all while his mind worked towards a strategy, a remedy. 

But Wild is too far gone for that. 

The time for words is over.

…

His chest has ceased its valiant movements almost completely by the time Warriors bursts into the town with all the grace of a raging moblin. Every breath stutters out of him. Blood and bile bubble from his lips. His eyes are murky slits of dim white, his brow creased and studded with sweat.

We’re running out of time.

“Fountain!” Warriors gasps to the first person he sees — a middle-aged man with his gray tipped white hair pulled upwards in a high ponytail. “Is there a fairy fountain nearby? Please, it is urgent!”

The man’s eyes widen, mouth working to form words. He points up at a hill rising steeply nearby.

“I-in the woods! The Great Fairy, she resides there!” 

Warriors turns on his heel, nods his thanks. 

“Link…will he be alright?” The man calls as he runs.

“He will!” He faces forward, grits his teeth, forces himself to believe the words that fly forth from his lips.

“He’ll survive this, just as he has everything else.”

…

It happens all in a blur. He locates the fairy with relative ease, watches with trepidation as she springs forth from her bud, holds Wild as magic swirls around them. 

Magic, thank the goddesses above, offered without a cost.

“This little one has paid for this,” the fairy says, painted lips lifting in a soft smile that Warriors is surprised to see. “He has more than paid for it.”

And so, Warriors is free, unhindered by boundaries of suffocating glass, when Wild blinks open his eyes. It takes them a moment to focus, but as soon as they do, they land with gentle focus upon his face. Wild’s expression morphs into a fatigued grin.

“Hey, Wars,” he murmurs, drowsy and weak. “Told ya it would take more than that.”

Warriors laughs. Even as the fear breaks its leaden walls and tears gush past the crumbling ramparts, he laughs. 

[skyward-floored]

This is an earlier version of my fic Murkier Waters, which I’d saved because I thought Legend’s perspective was interesting, even if it didn’t end up working for the end product. It ends at an odd moment and is kinda messy so pleeeeaaaase read the actual fic for much better writing (and an ending lol).

Anyway, voila. Fishy Legend from a different POV.

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“I think we’re lost.”

Legend groaned at Hyrule’s words, watching as the traveler looked around at the trees above them. He stepped into a particularly moist section of dirt while he wasn’t looking, which splashed mud on his boots, and he failed to hold back a sigh.

“I told you we should’ve turned left at that last pond,” Legend grumbled, and Hyrule shrugged with an apologetic smile, a bird cawing loudly in the distance.

Hyrule had sensed a great fairy somewhere in the vicinity, and Legend had tagged along with him, half out of curiosity, and half to make sure his successor didn’t get completely lost. He’d rather failed on that second point though, and they were now miles away from the others in a swamp unfamiliar to them both, getting more lost by the second.

He hated not having a map.

“You don’t think this is the swamp that the Smithy said still had some poison spots in it, do you?” Hyrule asked as he stepped over a puddle, and Legend hummed, looking around.

“How many swamps can there possibly be around here? I haven’t seen anything poisonous-looking though, so maybe Four was wrong,” he replied.

Hyrule nodded, waving a bug away from his face. “Yeah... maybe whatever was left here finally got cleansed or something.”

“Maybe.”

They continued forwards through the muck, swatting away bugs and avoiding one or two birds that swooped past. They had to fight off a couple of keese at one point, but that was the only thing that actively antagonized them, and their walk was fairly uneventful.

Legend wasn’t sure how long they’d been going when the forest opened up, a small lake coming into view through the trees, tall banks on all sides except the one they were standing on. The opposite shore was easily visible, but the water itself shone with an unnatural shimmer, the depths murky and dark.

“Guess we found our poison water,” Hyrule said with a frown, looking across the oily-colored liquid. Legend grabbed a stick and poked it into the water for a minute before pulling it out and inspecting it, but the wood hadn’t corroded at all, and appeared unharmed apart from the slick now coating it.

“Well it doesn’t seem like acid at least,” Legend hummed, giving the water a suspicious look. “I still don’t think we should cross it though.”

Hyrule didn’t appear to have heard him, suddenly perking up as he stared across the shore. His eyes shimmered a little, and Legend raised an eyebrow, leaning over and looking at him.

“Traveler?”

“I think the fairy fountain is over there,” Hyrule replied excitedly, squinting across the lake. “I can feel the magic way more clearly now!”

“Oh. Well that’s great,” Legend drawled. “Except for the fact that there’s a poisonous lake in between it and us, and even if it wasn’t poisonous, you can’t swim.”

Hyrule waved him off, rifling in his bag a moment before pulling out a pair of boots.

“Doesn’t matter, I can walk across water with these, poison or not,” he said with a smile, already slipping off his other pair and putting on the new ones. “It’ll be easy!”

“Well how am I going to get across?” Legend said grumpily, admiring Hyrule’s boots. He could tell they were magic just looking at them, despite their unassuming appearance. Well-made too, magic interwoven as the shoes had been put together, allowing the wearer to walk across water.

...He wanted a pair.

Hyrule looked at him in surprise. “You mean you don’t have any items that’ll help you get across?”

Legend kicked at the mud, mentally going through the list he had of all of his items. Of course he did. He had at least six different ones. Did Hyrule have no faith in him?

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well then come on! Let’s go!” Hyrule said with a smile, and without further ado began walking across the water, faint ripples emanating out from where his feet stepped on the surface.

“I need a pair of boots like that,” Legend grumbled jealously, then pulled out his ice rod to freeze a path he could walk across.

If he was alone, he’d just allow his mermaid transformation to take over and swim across, but he didn’t trust the murky water underneath him one bit. Hyrule didn’t know about his curse yet anyway, and he’d prefer to keep the number of people aware of it as small as possible. Though Hyrule would probably take it in stride, knowing him.

Either way, Legend wanted his feet on something solid, and the ice rod was perfect for that.

He was just glad he’d packed his snowshoe ring.

Hyrule was a small distance ahead of him by the time Legend was ready, and he smirked to himself as he watched the traveler, an idea forming in his head. Legend cracked his knuckles, then suddenly bolted forwards, freezing a path as he ran and quickly catching up to the other boy.

“See you on the other side!” he called behind him, and he heard Hyrule let out an indignant noise, the sound of his boots slapping against the water alerting him to the fact that the traveler was trying to catch up. Legend smirked, and flicked his wrist, slightly curving the ice and making it easier for him to gain speed as he charged across it.

Hyrule was fast though, and soon caught up, then passed him, hair flying in the wind as they raced towards the opposite shore. He didn’t waste his breath on words, merely shooting Legend a cheeky grin as he shot past, and Legend adjusted his cap with a competitive scowl.

He wished he could safely use his Pegasus boots on the ice as he watched Hyrule pull even further ahead, but he’d quickly slip out of control, even with his snowshoe ring.

But Legend was still fast without his boots and managed to put on a burst of speed, quickly pulling up next to the traveler.

Hyrule let out a breathless laugh, and Legend grinned back as they ran, sunlight sparkling off ice and water alike. He and the traveler were neck-and-neck as they raced, and Legend felt his annoyance at the day so far fade with every step he took, keeping pace with Hyrule as they raced across a likely-poisonous lake together.

It’d been too long since he’d goofed off like this.

The shore drew nearer and nearer, Hyrule and Legend both sprinting as fast they could, and Legend was sure that Hyrule was just barely going to beat him —

— Until a scaly green hand shot out of the water, grabbing Hyrule by the ankle and pulling him into the lake.

Legend’s happiness evaporated as Hyrule cried out in surprise, his yell cut off as he was dragged under. Legend jumped forwards and reached out for him mere seconds too late, catching sight of the fear in Hyrule’s eyes before he was lost to his sight in the murk.

“Traveler!” Legend shouted, voice cracking with panic, “Link!”

The water didn’t so much as ripple.

Legend stared for a only a couple more seconds, mind whirling, then he shoved his ice rod into his pack as he bit back a curse.

Hyrule couldn’t swim. Hyrule couldn’t swim and even if he could, some kind of monster had dragged him deep into likely-poisonous water, nullifying the power of his boots and very likely currently trying to eat him.

And Legend could easily save him with the magic in his bones.

Legend hesitated at the thought, looking at the oddly-colored water. He didn’t know what it would do to him if he transformed in its depths, what effects it might have on him if he swam around and breathed it in.

But Hyrule was down there.

Legend looked at the murky water one last time as he drew his sword, then took a deep breath and dove in without further hesitation.

The water slipped around him like a slick of oil, the familiar magic of his tail twisting around his legs as soon as he was submerged. Legend took the few moments while it did its job to look around, squinting as he searched for Hyrule, but saw no sign of him.

Legend’s legs finished painfully merging into a powerful cerulean tail, courtesy of the item he’d picked up all those years ago that had become as much apart of him as his regular magic. He shook out his fins, and finally saw something thrashing nearby. Swimming rapidly towards it, Legend spotted Hyrule struggling with a scaled creature of some kind, his face panicked as he held his breath.

Legend growled and prepared to strike at the monster, but then he took a deep breath.

And it burned.

The water was like fire the moment it filtered through his gills, sending flames searing all throughout his chest.

Legend gasped, but that only made it worse, more of the oily water pulled into his system, the taste of it sickening. He barely felt like he’d taken a breath, and each consecutive one felt worse then the last, stinging needles of ice spreading through his veins as he struggled to breathe.

Ah. Right. Poison water.

Which he was now breathing in, in no small volume.

He coughed, starting to feel sick, but then he heard a hiss and Legend was reminded he wasn’t the only thing in the lake. He managed to swing his sword at the monster despite the ache spreading through his muscles, and it screeched, slipping away with Hyrule still in its grasp.

Legend chased after it, ignoring the heavy feeling in his chest and the burning of his lungs, squinting through the murk.

He could barely see anything, surprising since his transformation usually granted him much clearer underwater vision. But despite the gloom and barely-there streams of sunlight filtering through the water, Legend finally caught sight of two glowing eyes, and he couldn’t help but return the hiss the creature sent towards him.

It was hard to fully make out, but he could just barely see green scales and red fins, glowing eyes and grasping claws that were still clinging to Hyrule, the traveler struggling weakly in their clutches as he tried desperately to escape.

A Zora. The corrupted version that lived in his and Hyrule’s lands.

...Obviously a long way from home, considering they were in Four’s era.

Legend swung his sword as the Zora abruptly released Hyrule and charged at him, eyes blazing. A shrill screech gurgled outwards, and Legend pinned his webbed ears back at the noise.

Claws slashed at his face and Legend reeled backwards, but he was satisfied to see a cut on the Zora’s chest. Black blood billowed through the water from both this and his earlier strike, and Legend was careful to avoid it as it spread, the dark cloud as black as ink.

This water was bad enough on its own— infected monster blood was the last thing he needed.

As if to remind him what he was swimming in, a sickening feeling abruptly swept through Legend, and he breathed in a shallow gasp. The taste of the water was all in his mouth, he could feel it and smell it and taste it and it was awful and Legend had to fight back the urge to be sick.

He gritted his teeth as his vision wavered a bit, coughing and fighting past the heaviness sinking into his limbs. Every breath he took he felt worse, every bit of water that rushed through his gills making his head grow thicker and limbs like lead.

If he was doing so badly, he could only imagine the state Hyrule was in, and hoped the traveler had managed to hold his breath so far.

If he hadn’t...

Legend shook his head. He couldn’t dwell on that. He needed to finish this.

Now.

The Zora screeched, and Legend watched as it streaked towards him, green scales blending into the water. Legend twisted away from it as it lunged, swinging his sword around, but claws gouged into his side even as his weapon struck the monster.

His side screamed in pain as his muscles ached, his lungs were on fire, but Legend threw himself forwards anyway, plunging his sword right into the middle of the Zora.

The monster let out an earsplitting keening noise, thrashing to get away from Legend’s sword, but he held tight until its thrashing slowed, then stopped. The beast abruptly fell limp, beginning to sink before it exploded into purplish dust.

Legend didn’t stick around to watch, darting for where he could see Hyrule struggling to reach the surface.

Hyrule saw him approach and his eyes went wide, eyes darting over his tail and scales, webbed hands and gills. He tried to back away, but Legend held out a pleading hand towards him.

“It’s me,” Legend warbled, ignoring how it hurt to talk, and Hyrule stared at him another few moments, gaze softening as recognition lit up in his eyes.

Then he clutched at his throat, bubbles trailing up from his lips.

Legend didn’t hesitate any longer, noting the blood in the water wafting from Hyrule’s ankle. He slung the traveler’s arm over his shoulders, and Hyrule didn’t resist, clinging to his arm rather tightly, and he began to swim for the surface. The Zora had dragged them deep, nearly to the bottom, and it was quite a ways upwards to go.

Legend’s tail seemed unusually heavy as he swam, and he found himself slowing considerably, struggling to focus on his goal.

The sunlight above began to smear, a high-pitched whine ringing in his ears, and Legend desperately pumped his tail, fighting to get him and Hyrule out of the horrible water. But his tail had gone numb, and the ache of his muscles and the fire in his veins and throat and side and everywhere were too much.

He wasn’t going to make it.

Legend gritted his teeth, and put all his remaining energy into giving Hyrule one last desperate shove towards the surface, feeling a spark of hope as Hyrule’s head appeared to breach.

Then he felt himself begin to sink, too weak to keep himself going.

Legend looked through half-lidded eyes at the blood he knew was his, wafting around his tail and shimmering in the weak sunlight. Even the smallest of breaths hurt, lungs and gills aching with fire, and Legend‘s eyes slipped closed, despite how he resisted.

He didn’t want to die like this, or at all, really... but he was content that he’d at least saved Hyrule from a similar fate.

At least he won’t drown... Legend thought as pain and darkness overwhelmed him, and his world disappeared into shadow.

[wayfayrr]

I've been on a little bit of a first kick recently - so here's a first meeting of reader and him based on this piece of the dolls au by @ovegakart (this amazing comic piece in particular) and on the topic of tagging people I've got some new friends on discord who have a love of first so consider this a gift <3 @fanfic-fairy-fountain @dreaming-of-lu @angry-trashcan @neverchecking <333 enjoy!

[masterlist]

“Hello..? Time… Sky… Link? Is anyone there?”

As if being forced into Hyrule wasn’t bad enough when I was with the chain, now that cursed shadow decides to push it even further by separating me from them? Why not just kill me outright… Is it to try to give the heroes hope? Wouldn’t it be worse for them for it to kill me outright than string them along with false hope?

“IS ANYONE HERE? HELLO??”

Where even am I? It looks like… Oh. Alone in catacombs, yeah if there’s anywhere to be killed by a malicious shadowy entity it would be in catacombs. Are there going to be redeads here?  If the rest of the monsters are anything to go off of it’s going to be much worse dealing with them now. They can’t handle sunlight though, can they? 

Then that means the pile of rubble in the centre here should be the safest place for me to think through the best way to handle all of this. If the shadow really wants to get to me then of course that won’t stop it but I have to try something right? Is sitting on top of what looks like a grave a little disrespectful? Yes. Do I have many options at the minute? No.

“-Wait-!”

WHY IS THE GRAVE SLIDING OPEN - WHAT WAS THAT!? WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE SOMEONE IS YELLING?? 

“What… happened? Where is this place?”

I think without a doubt the sound I’ve just made is the most blood-curdling scream I’ve ever let out and - WHY IS HE COVERING MY MOUTH!?

“I’m sorry I know you’re confus- ACK.”

Was biting him the right option? Probably not! But it’s the only thing I could think of to do seeing as well, I'm not exactly calm at this moment in time. Despite the fact that this man has known me for, what, the span of less than a minute, he seems to have at the very least noticed my panic. Backing off like you would with a scared animal - do I really look that petrified? It’s taking everything in me now to not give into my racing heart. 

“I’m sorry, I must’ve overstepped your boundaries. But please can you not be so loud?”

“....”

“... yeah. Yeah I can be a bit quieter”

“So you uhhh-”

Where do I even start - this man just - He just crawled out of a grave. What do you even respond to that with??? 

“...You come round here often?”

[name]. [name] what the heck was that. That's how you flirt with someone at a bar not speak to a living corpse.

“No, I don’t really?”

“Yeah, I figured. I -”

“Are you alright?”

“Look I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I was separated from my group and dropped here then you- You crawled out of a grave and now I’m just?? I’m just stressed and this is only things that have happened today. Now I know that you’re probably more stressed for obvious reasons, but I’m just - I’m sorry for screaming.”

He took a step closer to me at that, not trying to be intimidating, but more cautious. Asking for permission to touch me with an invitingly open outstretched arm, one that seemed to promise some sort of salvation from all the stress I’ve been feeling. One that I was embarrassingly quick to accept. His touch - His hold, is so warm for someone who should really be so cold, there’s definite comfort in feeling his heart beating as well something that proves he’s alive. It didn’t last for long though, as he pulled himself away, reluctantly if I were being bold in how I was to describe it. His fingers lingered, resting on my arm in such a teasingly wanting way. He’s definitely a link thats for sure, that helps me to be more comfortable around him than I would have been with anyone else. He looks like he’s about to start crying.

I - oh god I’m the first person he’s seen since he came back to life. 

“Are you alright link?”

Was that the wrong thing to say? He hasn’t introduced himself to me,  I shouldn’t have said that. It seems like now it’s his turn to look confused - more so than he already was. 

“you how do you know my name?”

“I just guessed, the group I was with before they - well they all looked similar and went by the same name ‘link’ so I just assumed it was the same with you. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“No it doesn’t.” Why is he reaching for my face? He’s got such a soft look on his face, do I remind him of someone? He’s been dead so it could be possible I guess, but it feels like there’s more to how he said it than just something that simple. 

“Oh my dearest love...”

His hands are so soft… it’s hard not to just lean into his touch and stay there, but there are more important things to be dealing with right now. As much as I’d prefer to not have these questions answered. 

“What do you mean by that link? I don’t - I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

He’s so warm, I hate the fact that he’s most likely going to stop holding me when he realises I’m not the person he’s really ever going to want in a relationship. 

“You haven’t but, I can already tell that you’ll be my beloved soon enough.”

“I’m sorry? We’ve only just met how can you tell s- ACK”

This has to just be a link thing. What is it that makes them fall so quickly? But to hold someone so tightly when you've only just met them - when you’ve only just come back from death?  That doesn’t seem like a healthy thing for him, not in the slightest. 

Is my shoulder wet?

Why would it be wet - he was tearing up earlier and - no there it is he’s sniffling as if he’s trying his hardest not to cry. Even if he’s mildly delusional how cruel would you have to be to not help someone go through something as tough as this clearly is. It’s not hard to gently rub his back as he cries onto me, it’s not hard to hum to him as he clutches me like a lifeline, it’s not hard to be here for him when I have to do so little for him. 

“Link? Would you like to talk about it? I don’t know you but - but I’ll be here to listen to you.”

“Thank you. It’s simply that I - I don’t know why or how I got here, It’s simply that I woke up in there after everything then I saw you -”

“[name]”

“[name] and well you know what has happened since. I have to thank you for being here though, there’s something about you, some kind of energy that just feels like a part of myself that I lost. You feel like home to me [name]”

With that last sentence, he burrows his head even further into my neck seeking what I can only guess is comfort. He’s probably just desperate for another person's touch right now, rather than him having fallen in love with me from the briefest interaction that didn’t even go that well.   There’s no harm in waiting here with him for a moment though. What could go wrong in this amount of time?

[bookshelf-in-progress]

I know you've retold these before, but if you want to do one in the form of a flash fiction... My request would be The Goose Girl or Twelve Dancing Princesses.

I've pondered over a few possibilities for this prompt. This morning, I came up with an idea for a Twelve Dancing Princesses retelling that had me bolting out of bed to start writing. I don't know how to end the story, but I like the setup, so for the sake of sharing something, I thought I'd at least share what I have here.

*

The Unseen Soldier

Edmund slipped through the city streets, nimbly dodging around the people who couldn't see him. His pay jingled in his pocket--a gift from a generous shoemaker who'd been grateful for the invisible help--but no one heard. No one looked his way. No one ever did.

At the corner sat a ragged beggar child. Edmund was careful with his money now--he could never be sure of getting more--but he dropped the largest of his coins in her tin cup. She looked up--astonished at the miracle, confused when she couldn't see her benefactor--but didn't meet his gaze.

Edmund always noticed beggars now, after the one who'd cursed him. He'd been young and thoughtless then, newly released from the army with a pocket full of pay. A night in the tavern--celebrating the war's end--ate of most of it, and he stumbled into the streets at sunrise wondering how on earth he could make his money last.

He'd stumbled over the beggar woman, then pretended he didn't hear when she asked for a coin. He had none to spare; he had to look after himself.

Then she proved herself a fairy in disguise and pronounced his doom.

Because you have made yourself blind to the needs of others, this is your curse: to wander the world unseen until you give yourself entire to another.

An unbreakable curse, he'd found--a princess might marry a man sight unseen, but people of his own class liked to see their husbands before they wed.

So he wandered, scrounging where he could (never stealing--a fairy who cursed a man for ignoring a beggar would undoubtedly do much worse to a thief), sometimes doing odd jobs for men willing to arrange his hire and payment by letter. Doing unseen good where possible--at first in the hope that he might be observed by another fairy who'd reward him by lifting the curse, but then because he could--he could see the invisible problems, and give his help without shaming those who received it.

A hardscrabble, desperate life. Sometimes a satisfying one. But--more and more as the years went on--unbearably, unspeakably lonely.

The sun rose higher. The crowds increased. Edmund slipped into the doorway of an abandoned shop and considered waiting out the morning rush. Then he noticed that the entire crowd was drifting in one direction.

This was too much for an invisible man to resist. Edmund drifted at the rear of the crowd until the mass of people pooled around a fountain in the middle of a city square, where stood a royal messenger making a proclamation.

So declared the king: his daughters were wearing through their shoes every night, though the doors of their bedchamber were locked and bolted. The princes set upon the problem had all failed to solve the mystery. So the king decreed that any man who, in three nights' time, could solve the mystery of where the princesses went at night, could have his choice of one to wed.

The crowd gasped. Murmured. Chattered. Shared gossip and rumor. Wondered who'd be daft enough to take the challenge--princess or no, the men who'd tried to solve the mystery before had died.

But at the edge of the crowd, unseen by all, Edmund smiled.

He'd found the way to break his curse.

[1intrusivethoughts1]

Angels have green hair

Yamaguchi Tadashi x gn!reader

warnings: none really, angst, post time skip, pining (readers side), no use of Y/n, reader knew him in HS, 1k words, kinda short

Angelic. That was the first word that came to mind when you first saw Yamaguchi Tadashi. 

When you met him in elementary school, saw him again in high school, and now. Now as you stand, watching him afar, the flowers making him look as pretty as ever.

Work had you drained, wanting nothing more than to slip into the confines of your ever so comfy bed. Wanting to feel the cozy pajamas and blanket you had just recently bought. Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by a piece of paper blowing onto your foot. Scrunching your nose, you pick it up and skim the words. Oh? Botanical garden? Sounds…oddly comforting. 

You took the paper as a sign that you needed to go. Nodding your head at the thought as you walked towards the address. It seemed sketchy, but then again you assume everything is. The entrance is cozy and cute. With a decorated arch with a sign hanging. “Open from 9-10 every day! 5$ at the booth.”

You hummed, it wasn’t expensive. Digging through your bag as you walked toward the front, you pulled out five bucks. Handing the cash to the kind lady, you walked inside the gates.

It was breathtaking, seeing the variety of flowers and colors. The vibrant and dull contrast, paired with a fountain and fairy lights topped it off. Awe struck through you, taking a moment to just appreciate the amazing set up. You then walked along the grey stone path, eyes dancing from flower to flower. 

The wonderful scent of peony filled your nose as you turned a new corner. Bending down, you delicately ran your fingertips along the flower petal before leaning in to breathe in its scent. Flowers always had a comforting feeling, especially when enjoyed on a late afternoon. 

You stood up, dusting yourself to rid anything collected in your clothes. The continued walk through the peaceful garden was nice; bending down every now and then to inspect another flower that peaked your interest. You spotted another fountain up a head, deciding to walk closer. The adorable fountains were a wonderful touch. Walking closer, you noticed something behind the fountain. Or was it someone? To cure your curiosity, you cautiously walked around to peek at the obscure figure.

Then you saw him. Yamaguchi Tadashi. The one you had loved in high school; admittedly still having feelings even now. The one who you had always believed in, and looked up too. 

He still had a similar hairstyle, though it was trimmed a bit shorter. He was now much taller and muscular, though he still had that kind look on his face.

The setting made him just as angelic as you remembered, a warm feeling rushing through you as you set eyes on him again. 

“Tadashi…?” The words came out of your lips before you could stop them. His brows furrowed before turning to your direction. Once he saw you, his eyes lit up, a sense of familiarity rushing through them.

“[Name]?” He said, his voice soft and gentle. He took a few steps closer to you, almost as if he was in disbelief of seeing you here. Then again, it was a surprise to say the least, seeing him here out of all places and at the same time.

“God, it’s been ages! How’ve you been?” You smiled and walked a bit closer to him.

He sighed, a smile following after as he placed a hand behind his neck. He had traces of hard work, and tiredness around his eyes.

“I’ve been busy, an athletic trainer isn’t as easy as I imagined.” He joked, his tone cheery. The fairy lights strung across the trees brought out his hidden facial features he had developed from age. You didn’t stare for long.

“I can imagine. Must be nice to be finally settled!” You said with a grin, having heard from Tsukishima that Yamaguchi had landed the job he always wanted. Now keeping him from hopping around the country.

“Yup, me and Yuna have been settling great in the new house.” He said, a smile adorning his face as he mentioned his wife.

The familiarity you had with him for a moment left once he brought up the other girl.

“I’m happy for you two.” You said, though it was a lie. Feeling awful for how selfish you felt, though your heart was telling you otherwise. He was happy with her though, and that part did make you happy. 

Not much was said after that, apparently he had to run. His wife had asked him for groceries; Yamaguchi chuckling and blaming the weird food choices on pregnancy cravings. You laughed along, though you felt sick. 

He waved a goodbye and jogged off. You stood there, wanting nothing more than to lay down and cry. Love was so stupid, it made you feel stupid. Years and years, you had hoped he would want you. Love you like he did with her. 

But she was his, and you were not.

Walking back to your lonely apartment, you felt a certain sort of emptiness. The sickness in your stomach never going away, the urge to drop to your knees and cry never left. You would never be with him in the way you wanted, never. You had to accept that, even if it hurt. 

One thing you would always know, was your selfishness and jealousy.

Jealous of the woman who was blessed with a green haired angel in her life. 

[desultory-novice]

Hi hello that Yume Nikki Ado post scratched a special itch™️ in my brain so if you don't mind me, I'll ramble a bit.

So most likely no there won't be a specific explication of what's going with Ado as per usual, but I feel like there could be some themes going on there.

Considering she's the only human among whimsical creatures, she probably does feel alienated from everyone else. Maybe they could be vague interpretation of real people on her life, but practically stripping any sort of nuance from them to mostly be these silly creatures who she can just play with all day.

Probably has a possession/dark matter motif going around there for obvious reasons, but since you're making the crystal gun the equivalent to the knife and canonically it repels dark matter, there can be some interesting concept in there. Like possession is sort of the equivalent to whatever happened to her.

Now I've been thinking about the chars, personally I'd make Monoko Gooey cuz my gijinka is inspired of her but there's many other options.

Though the one I'm interested in is Uboa and Poniko. On all accords, Poniko is just a normal human like Madotsuki till you trigger Uboa who then sends you to the shadow realm™️, and I've been thinking who tf could it be, all I know is that the shadow realm™️ reminds me of Miracle Matter/Zero's stages.

I have so many brain worms but I don't wanna bother you about it lolol

PS: KyuuKyuu-kun could be Void, I just feel like they got that funky color scheme going on

'Ey! Welcome to the cookout! XD

I'm liking the concept you're building here extending the metaphor with her Weapon vs Dark Matter. It feels like she could be...sort of working through her fears and possession trauma with it?

(My other thought, at least for the "the Kirby series is all a delusion happening in Adeleine's head" story, was to give her a palette knife, but that triggered my own brain worms - for Ib! XD)

Seeing some of the landscapes take on Dark Matter traits reminds me of...ah, dang. There's no way I'm going to be able to find it again on my own but some savvy fans might remember this gorgeous (yet painful) series of pics a fan drew of various "bad endings" to several of the games game? (The Dream Fountain dried up, the Halberd crashing w/ Kirby in it, etc) and the DL3 one had all the Animal Friends turned into these Dark Matter monstrosities while Ado was huddled up against her sketchbook or something similar.

Basically, like that is what I'm picturing.

(Ooh, nice to hear! I'm quite fond of your Gooey, as well as your amazing insectoid Ribbon and Fairy Queen designs!)

If you were looking to "cast" an Ado Nikki, the easiest (and most predictable route) would be to align the girls + Masada-sensei with the 64 gang. Though you're right about Kyukyu-kun and Void. XD

My brain is torn on wanting to place Kirby and Dedede as the mono sisters, because of Kirby's Dream Land being in b/w on the Gameboy, but Meta Knight is more Monoe-like than Dedede...

As for Poniko + Uboa, Poniko would almost have to be the Fairy Queen. She looks similar, with the same hair and eye color and very similar in-game proportions, fulfilling that "Oh, she's a human like me" but then you hit the light switch and...

...And THERE's your Miracle Matter!

Edit: I seem to have gotten three copies of this ask. Probably just a glitch but thought I'd let you know in case you tried to send a follow-up and Tumblr bl0rped and made it the same post three times.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

lmao how about ben with an s/o or a friend reader (up to u decide s/o or friend) who plays an instrument? like wld he ask them to play his video game soundtracks 😂

Thank you for the ben request even if you didnt really want it 🙏 😌

Thank you so much for requesting!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ben isn't huge on traditional music

When he listens to music, it's mostly hyperpop and metal

And occasionally Megan Thee Stallion but don't tell him I told you that

If you play some sort of string instrument, he would love to watch you play

Since he has tiny little baby hands, it truly is mind boggling to him to watch you spread your fingers so far apart while you strum softly

He knows a few riffs himself

If you ask nicely enough he may play you some

If you play something brass, he'd like to inquire about how you hold your breath for so long

Sometimes he tries to hold his breath with you just to see if he could do it

If you play percussion

Oh boy if you play percussion

(Intense cymbal banging at 3 am)

Please, forgive him

AND OH MY GOD DO NOT GET HIM STARTED ON WOODWINDS

"Can you play the ocariNa"

He makes you play everysingle song from the ocarina of time

You don't have a choice <333

Same thing if you can play the harp

"Play the great fairy fountain, y/n 🙏"

If you can play the electric guitar, he makes you play various sonic soundtracks

Again, you don't have a choice

All around, he adores your talent and tries to listen to you play whenever he can

He's going to mess around with your instrument at least once so if it's expensive please put it somewhere up high

He will snap something in half, i promise you

If your instrument is able to be designed or customized in any way, he is absolutely going to get all in on that

He will add stickers on your case, he will paint your sticks, he will doodle on your note sheets

The whole nine

Sometimes he does get bored with it though

Like if you are trying to learn a new song or something instead of focusing on him

He will sigh and flop next to you dramatically, rambling about how "you never pay me any attention" and "i thought you loved me"

Just ignore him

Everyone else does </3

If you are in a band or play on stage, he gets really excited about it

Please take him with you to your gigs

He'll be good, pinky promise

He cheers for you from backstage

He's your number one fan, of course

[darlenicy]

Winx Season 5 gives me physical pain part IV

Episode 7 to 10

5x7

Back in season 3 you would have had fairydust against everything. Broken wings? Fairydust! Blind? Fairydust! Omega portal open? Fairydust! But oil in the ocean? WHAT SHOULD WE DO?

valid, Diaspro!

Layla’s challenge is the hardest. Facing her fiancé’s death is nothing against Stella’s “You’ll never be a fashion designer” challenge, come on. They could have made Stella’s challenge about her parents. That would have been deep and season 5 does a lot with Stella’s struggle because of her parent’s divorce. But no. We have to remember that Stella is the silly fashion diva.

It was so much more fun when the trix were overpowered back in the earlier seasons.

5x8

Party at Alfea with the Red Fountain boys and who is not invited again? The cloud tower witches. And you guys really wonder why they are pissed about fairies? Why do they still exclude the witches??

Tecna is totally me when she has zero motivation for the party lmao

Tritacy being cute again

Darcy doesn’t agree

Layla being a fkn bitch to Stella even though she just wanted to cheer her up????

I present: the toxic couple being toxic again:

Why do the underwater portals only have those weak selkies to protect them?

At least they kept baby musa’s and musa’s mom’s designs from season 2

Well, musa, THAT’S your true form lmao

Of course bloom changes her outfit to meet sky. I mean, wouldn’t messy hair bloom bring his memories back more easily?

5x9

Stella being bratty is a new thing that I totally hate about the newer seasons

Bloom not giving a fck about Stella and just thinks of herself and her date 😊 seriously?

Stella as a small kid…. Not really?

But brandon would be a good dad xD

Tec vs. Layla: You know nothing, Layla. I can’t xD

5x10

Are there no seasons in Magix at all? Never winter?

The other alfea fairies are so useless. If the winx would have been like that in their first year too, everyone would have died

[aloeaceae]

Chapter 2

“Cloud Tower and Alfea were at odds with each other for a long time, and only recently became partner schools. Now fairies and witches must work together all the time during missions and big assignments — are you even listening?” Fianna grabbed Coda’s shoulders and shook him vigorously, “I’d pay close attention if I were you unless you want to embarrass yourself in front of all these people.” 

Coda jolted in his seat, tearing his eyes away from the window. “I’m sorry, Fianna, I was lost in my thoughts. I’ve just never seen a place like this. It’s like nothing grows here.”

“Well, it is an academy for witches,” she said, her lips stretching into a smile. “Surely you didn’t expect the school to be on a whimsical flower field? Anyway, it seems like we almost arrived, look!” Fianna scooted closer to Coda’s window seat, nearly drowning him in the frills of her evening gown, and enthusiastically tapped on the glass window, pointing at a large castle that stood on top of tall rock formations. 

The castle looked terrifying and unsteady like it might collapse any second. The red windows, big and small, looked like a thousand wicked eyes staring right into Coda’s soul. He was still struggling to get a view of the entire structure, as massive purple clouds were sheltering it from prying eyes. The shuttle swerved along the narrow road, barely avoiding a large green lightning bolt that struck mere feet away, landing in a lonesome dead tree. 

“Are we going to be okay?” Coda looked at Fianna, terrified.

“Relax! Witches are all bark and no bite. They have to rely on negative emotions to amplify their magic so it’s only natural for them to live in this depressing hole. You’ll meet them soon, out of combat they are just normal girls. Some of them are even really nice! They do love to test their magic on unsuspecting people though, and even if their pranks are mostly harmless, I still advise you to be cautious.”

“Mostly, huh,” Coda mumbled to himself. Fianna’s words weren’t very reassuring, but there was no backing out now. 

“Oof!” Fianna exclaimed, grabbing his arm to steady herself as the whole shuttle shook briefly. “Seems like we crossed the protective barrier, it means we’re now on the school grounds.” 

The shuttles pulled into the expansive stone-paved courtyard, which stood empty and silent under the evening sky. Dressed in their finest evening attire, students slowly disembarked, turning the otherwise monotone scenery into a vibrant field of colors. As Coda stepped out of the bus, he immediately felt the cooler air. It was no surprise; Cloud Tower was perched atop the highest mountain in the tri-school area. The main entrance to the school was a fair distance away, across what seemed like an endless bridge. Coda looked around, perplexed. Why would anyone willingly live around here? However, his thoughts were swiftly interrupted by loud engine noises coming from around the tower. 

“Look, it’s the specialists!” a girl yelled, and everyone’s eyes sprung up to the sky. Against the thick purple clouds, Coda saw a procession of bright red aircrafts making their way to the courtyard, looking for a place to descend. 

“So flashy,” said Fianna, her voice barely loud enough to be heard under the sound of propulsion engines “Meanwhile here we are, stuffed into these ancient busses with no legroom.” 

The aircrafts lined up on the ground near Alfea’s shuttles, and the specialists, dressed in their signature blue and white school attire, started spilling out of the vehicles. As the two groups of students merged, the atmosphere shifted instantly. Loud voices echoed across the courtyard, bouncing off the mountains as fairies and specialists reunited after the summer break. 

Coda recalled Fianna's words from earlier: "Red Fountain, Alfea, and Cloud Tower are practically one big school. The professors emphasize teamwork, so we see each other at least once a week, and we’re all acquainted. Early in the term, we'll be divided into teams with members from each school for major missions. It's crucial to be on good terms with everyone — imagine being on the same team as your arch-nemesis!"

Back on Melody, most of the Royal Guards were Red Fountain graduates, with whom Coda interacted quite a bit. They were the military type, always on the lookout for danger, which he always found unnecessary. Melody had always been a small, peaceful planet with no need for such intensely trained professionals. Observing the specialists now, Coda began to understand why his guards were so uptight. These boys were trained to be protectors to their core, their eyes sharp and attentive, constantly scanning their surroundings for potential threats. The rigid discipline he saw in the specialists, their perfect posture and precise movements, mirrored that of the Royal Guards back home.

Coda turned around, trying to find Fianna’s frilly pink cake-looking dress, but she was long gone, having probably found a specialist friend to catch up with. It’s okay, he thought as he started to make his way across the bridge, he couldn’t rely on her for the entire school year.

***

Coda stood in front of Cloud Tower’s entrance, bracing himself to enter the school. It’s not like he was bad with crowds, on the contrary, he grew up making public appearances and talking to a never-ending audience of people each day. Still, there was a terrifying prospect of meeting what seemed like a million new people his age at once. Peaking through the widely opened massive metal doors, he saw the abundance of swamp-green and purple, colors not much different from those dominating the outside of the castle. Coda wondered, who on earth let the most unwelcoming group of people host an event that was supposed to get students excited for the year ahead, all he wanted to do at this very moment was board the nearest space bus and ride it all the way back to Melody. He swung his head to the left and then right looking for Fianna one last time and, after not seeing her in the crowd around him, took a step into the school. 

Slowly walking through the foyer among the scattered groups of students, Coda kept turning his head to get a good look at the interior of the castle. It was a stark contrast to Alfea: while the fairy academy made you look welcome and cozy, Cloud Tower radiated coldness and foreboding. Only the happy chatter and friendly atmosphere created by fairies and specialists were making this dreary space a little more bearable to be in. 

The interior of the castle was no less terrifying than the outside: a large, gothic chandelier hung from the high ceiling, and dark green walls were covered with ancient-looking portrait paintings. The display cases showcased important-looking — if not creepy — knick-knacks and artifacts. Double staircases wound like two snakes and connected in the middle, forming a stage. Coda found himself thanking the stars that he was not born a witch.

Suddenly, the loud sound of metal on glass rang through the hall. TINK-TINK-TINK. “On behalf of all the students and staff of Cloud Tower, we welcome you to our school,” a loud female voice echoed around the foyer, “the staff will escort you to the ballroom where you are free to mingle with fellow students and enjoy light snacks and refreshments.”

As if on command, Coda found himself in the middle of a commotion as fairies and specialists started rushing up the two stairways. He slowly navigated his way through when he was pushed and bumped hard into a tall witch in a suit. She stared daggers right into his very soul. “You would do well to watch. Where. You. Are. Going,” She said in an icy, smooth voice that betrayed no small amount of hatred. Not giving Coda any time to apologize, she turned to the righthand staircase, people around her actively clearing a path as they saw her approach.

As he made his way to the base of the left flight of stairs, he noticed Fianna climbing up the stairs opposite. He was about to call out to her when she seemingly tripped on nothing at all. Coda panicked, but instead of hitting the floor, where she would surely be trampled beneath the masses, she had fallen back into the arms of… the suited witch from earlier.

“Oh no,” he whispered to himself.

“Are you all right?” The girl spoke in a voice with a tenderness that made Coda’s jaw drop.

“Th-thank you!” squeaked Fianna, gripping the witch’s waist like it was a life belt. Her face was red from embarrassment, and her eyes glittered as she stared up into the face of her savior.

“My name is Pandora,” the witch said softly, “Allow me to escort you to the ballroom, to avoid any more accidents,” the witch said, offering her arm out to Fianna.

“Pandora… Oh my, what a beautiful name!” chirped Fianna, shyly linking her arm into that of her new companion.

Coda couldn’t help but stand there, dumbfounded by what he was seeing. Though his meeting with the witch was brief, he would’ve been sure that not an ounce of kindness existed in her, and yet he saw a softness in her eyes when down looking at Fianna that was not there with any other person she came across. Together, he couldn’t help but notice their polarity. In his eyes, they seemed to be light and darkness: Fianna, with her flowing pastel-colored dress and bright, expressive eyes, and the witch next to her, dressed in a black leather three-piece suit that seemed to absorb the (already lacking) light around her. The contrast was only heightened by their stature, with Fianna's petite frame next to the tall, commanding presence of the witch. Coda took a closer look at Fianna’s new acquaintance. Her short, jet-black hair was pin-straight and barely reached her shoulders, with bangs that obscured her eyebrows. She had piercing icy grey eyes and stood tall like a soldier. The most peculiar thing about her was her necklace: it was made of small black stones that at first glance seemed unremarkable. Upon closer inspection, one would realize that the stones were floating around her neck without any visible support, an extra layer of mystery to her already enigmatic appearance. He watched as they disappeared up the stairs, and began walking up his own staircase.

Coda noticed that the ballroom was, in fact, decorated: black and purple-colored rose bouquets stood in large vases on stone platforms, garlands, and ornaments hung from the ceilings, creating an eerie yet strangely beautiful atmosphere. The ballroom was filled with students chatting and laughing, overwriting the cold, silent nature of the place.

As he scanned the room, his eyes fell on Pandora once more. She was standing near one of the rose bouquets, a drink in hand, looking almost statuesque in her stillness. Fianna was still by her side. She said something to her stately companion and began giggling, and Coda could’ve sworn he noticed Pandora’s shoulders relax just a little. Coda wished he was just as easy-going as his friend, and vowed to have made at least one friend by the end of the event. 

“Why, if it isn’t Your Highness the Student!” called a familiar voice that immediately caused Coda’s eyes to roll. “How do you like Cloud Tower?” Frey asked, wearing his signature mischievous grin.

“ Please , Frey. No formalities,” Coda said, turning to his new roommate who was now offering him a drink, which Coda took.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re just so stuff it’s hard not to tease. Anyway, I’ve met a whole bunch of people on our way here and couldn’t help but notice that you might be the only person from Melody I’ve met so far... I wonder why that is.”

“It makes sense. Everyone is busy protecting the planet. I’m the only one who ran,” Coda sighed, his voice tinged with guilt. “I take it you don’t know about the situation on Melody?”

“Only vaguely, bits and pieces here and there,” Frey said with a tone that Coda thought might’ve been a concern. “I’ve heard that it’s being colonized as we speak.”

“Pretty much. Fairies repopulated the Earth, and the existence of magic is now known across the universe. No one expected humans to be so consumed by greed,” Coda explained, his voice wavering. “I don’t know the exact details of how things went down, but a group of Earthians captured a Zenith fairy who came with a magical delegation, and forced her to help them construct teleportation devices. Since Melody is the closest planet to Earth, that’s where they can open the most stable portals.”

“What about the Earth guardians*? Can’t they do anything about it?”

“They are trying,” Coda replied, his eyes darting away, unable to meet Frey’s gaze. “But from what I’ve heard, technology on Earth has progressed too much over the past few decades. With it, and the magic of the captured fairy, they are nearly unstoppable.” Coda’s voice was now barely above a whisper. He was not in the mood to delve deeper into the painful subject of his home planet’s plight.

Frey, too interested in the topic, failed to notice the signs of distress in Coda’s body language. 

“What about you? Shouldn’t you be there, on Melody?”

Coda’s expression turned defensive, a hint of anger creeping into his eyes. “I’m not of much help. My priority is to learn as much as I can so I can assist back home once I’m capable enough,” he said, trying to sound resolute but coming off as uncertain instead. “What use can a teenager be during wartime?” Secretly, and with no small amount of shame, he was desperately hoping that by the time his studies at Alfea were complete, the conflict would have resolved itself. Melody was a tiny, peaceful planet, and the thought of coming face to face with such danger was terrifying. 

Frey gave him a sympathetic look. “Well, I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for at Alfea. You must be worth something to get accepted…” he trailed off, distracted by something going on behind Coda. “By the stars, what is he up to this time?” 

Coda’s attention was drawn toward a familiar head of flaming hair on the opposite side of the ballroom. There was Cian, looking like he was ready to brawl with a specialist standing in front of him. His face was red with anger and humiliation as he squared off against his opponent.

Frey rolled his eyes, “Perhaps we should intervene. I’d rather not be embarrassed by proxy as his roommate.”

Coda hesitated for some time but eventually followed Frey across the room. 

“I saw how you looked at me, you think you’re better just because you go to Red Fountain?” 

Coda looked at the specialist Cian was facing off with. It was a tall, dark-skinned boy with a head full of beaded dreadlocks, pulled up into a half-ponytail with a few locks not quite long enough resting on his forehead. Coda wondered if his school ever used him as a poster boy to attract prospective students. Would they plaster his face on Magix city buses or have him go door-to-door around town and show off his sword skills and muscles to the residents while giving away Red Fountain pamphlets?

Cian noticed Coda and Frey approaching out of the corner of his eye. “You two?” Cian asked, breathing heavily. “The hell do you want? Mind your own business.”

Up close, Coda noticed that the specialist didn’t look aggressive. On the contrary, he seemed more confused than anything. “Hey man, I’m really not in the mood to fight right now,” he said, throwing his arms up in the air. “Our instructors aren’t exactly shy with punishments.”

“First you laugh in my face and then beg not to start a fight, huh?” Cian’s voice rose, his face flushed with anger. 

The specialist shook his head, genuinely puzzled. “I was laughing because my friend tripped over his own feet and almost fell. It had nothing to do with you.”

“Hey, Cian, seriously, chill,” chimed in Frey. “Let’s all relax and have a good time.”

“The question is, why are you so relaxed?” shouted Cian, turning on his heels toward Frey, “Are you so happy to be going to the chick school?” There were a few murmurs from the crowd, who was now thoroughly engrossed in the unfolding drama. The specialist raised his eyebrows as if to make sure no one thought he had said the crude remark. 

“Alfea is the most prestigious institution on this planet,” hissed Frey, staring daggers at Cian, “you should be grateful they even thought to invite your sorry ass.”

“So grateful,” mumbled Cian, walking in between Frey and Coda, while making sure to hit both of them with his shoulders, “I’ll be in the shuttle.” The silence was palpable as he exited to ballroom. And then, slowly, conversations reignited, and it was as if nothing had happened at all.

“What a proper prick,” sighed Frey, patting Coda on the shoulder and disappearing into the colorfully dressed mob. 

“Some friend you have,” remarked the specialist with a chuckle, walking away before Coda could even protest against that statement, leaving him all alone, again. 

__

*Guardian Fairies are native to the planet they are assigned to protect. In this case, Frey is talking about the Guardian Fairies whose duty it is to protect planet Earth

[crimsonwolf715]

My Body is One Big Ache

Takes place sometime between getting King back and finding Gowther.)

“So the spell that hit you temporarily limits the effects of the Fountain of Youth,” King says sullenly. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ban asks. 

“It means that nothing’s gonna kill you, but it’s not gonna completely get rid of the pain.” 

“Well that sucks,” Meliodas says. “Well, guess that means you’re stuck in the tavern tending to the guests.” 

“Not that you should ever be doing that,” Ban mutters. “But I’ll do that, Captain. How long will this last?” 

“Hopefully only for a couple of days. I can’t be sure though.” 

“Great, he’s unsure.” 

“Shut up, Ban! At least I know what’s going on.” 

“Fair enough.” 

After Ban makes everyone breakfast and Diane once again complaining that she can’t eat inside with everyone, Meliodas gets up. 

“Well, we’re going out for supplies now!” Meliodas calls out. “You and King behave, Ban! And make sure to treat the customers well!” 

Ban waves his hand dismissively at Meliodas as he leaves with Elizabeth and Hawk. 

“Bye, Sir Ban! Bye, Sir King!” Elizabeth says. 

“Bye, Elizabeth!” King calls back. 

“Bye, Princess!” Ban shouts. “Don’t have too much fun while you’re gone!” 

King facepalms and Ban laughs. 

Customers start rolling in and King does all of the interacting with them since Ban absolutely hates doing that. King seems to be having a fine time, so Ban doesn’t worry about it. He burns himself twice and now his hands ache. It quiets down after three hours, so Ban comes out from the kitchen. 

“They were weird,” King says. “The ones that sat at the counter and the ones that talked to the people at the counter.” 

Ban shrugs. “People are weird. Were they rude to you?” 

“No, not really.” 

Ban sits down. “Then it’s not a problem.” 

“I feel like it is. They were talking about somebody from another kingdom and not in a good way. What if they’re gonna hurt someone?” 

“Not our problem,” Ban says as he grabs a drink. 

After a few minutes of arguing about Ban drinking on the job, they hear a window shatter. Ban puts the drink down and pokes his head into the kitchen. 

“There’s a rock in the kitchen.” 

King and Ban head outside to see a mob gathering outside. 

“What is going on?” Ban asks. 

King turns around and Ban glances in the direction. People are blocking the doorway. The townspeople start throwing things at Ban and King, who just have to take the onslaught since they are not allowed to get caught and can’t go back inside. A frying pan smacks Ban in the side of the head and he starts cursing under his breath. One smacks King in the forehead and Ban forces himself not to laugh as King stumbles back, his sacred treasure keeping him from falling. They’re shouting racist slurs as they throw things, but they’re not directed at fairies. 

“It’s for me?” Ban asks. “That’s new.” 

Since he was not paying enough attention, a knife finds its way into Ban’s side. Pain flashes through him, more than usual. Ban pulls it out and covers the spot with his hand. 

“King, I just got stabbed,” Ban whispers. 

Chastiefol floats over to cover him. King raises a hand to force them to stop and Ban grabs his wrist. 

“Not worth it,” Ban says. “Let them tire themselves out. That or you can force the people away from the door so we can go inside.” 

King turns and forces the people away from the door. The two go inside and lock the door. It takes a while, but the mob disperses. Ban sits down on the couch and leans his head back. 

“That was rough,” King says as he floats over on Chastiefol. 

“That’s an understatement,” Ban replies. “Like a major one.” 

King shrugs. 

“Ugh, this sucks. I hurt now.” 

“Yeah, that’s what normally happens when people throw blunt objects at you. Did the stab wound heal?” 

Ban pulls his jacket back. “Yeah, that’s a cute little pink rash.” 

“Rash?” King asks. 

“Yeah, just where the wound was. It’ll go away when my powers come back properly, hopefully,” Ban answers. 

“It should. Does it hurt?” 

Ban shakes his head. “Aches, just like everywhere else.” 

King nods, then the two settle into comfortable silence. Ban focuses on finding a position to sit in that isn’t uncomfortable while King just lazily floats around on Chastiefol. They stay like that for ten minutes until everyone returns home. 

“What are you two doing?” Meliodas asks. 

“Resting,” King answers. “You would not believe the afternoon we had. We got assaulted by the townspeople because they’re racist. And it wasn’t even at me. They thought Ban was from a different kingdom due to his appearance. Wait, is Diane back with you guys?” 

Meliodas nods. “She’s outside with Elizabeth.” 

King floats outside. 

“How’s being mostly normal been, Ban?” Meliodas asks. 

“I got hit in the head with a frying pan earlier, Captain,” Ban answers. “My body is literally one big ache.” 

“But nobody stabbed you.” 

Ban flashes back to the knife that got him earlier. He doesn’t wanna explain that nobody saw that he healed magically, so he decides to run with it. 

“Yeah. Positives.” 

Meliodas sits down next to Ban while Hawk heads into the kitchen with the supplies. “You get along with King?” 

Ban nods. “He was fine. He got hit with a pan too.” 

Ban and Meliodas share a laugh. 

“I’m glad that you two are getting along.” 

Ban shrugs. “If King wasn’t so hoity-toity, we’d get along better.” 

“I disagree. I think the hoity-toity is good for you. Keeps you mostly straight.” 

“You really think so?” 

Meliodas nods. 

“Eh, whatever you say, Captain. I’m gonna go to bed. See ya later.” 

Ban gets up and heads upstairs. Ban lays down and closes his eyes, determined to sleep off the ache. But the ache makes it hard to fall asleep. He hears the door open. 

“Ban, you asleep?” King asks. 

“Obviously not,” Ban answers, opening his eyes. “I’m not snoring.” 

“Fair.” 

King floats over to the bed and sits down on the edge. “Sorry about earlier.” 

“Don’t sweat it, King. Everyone’s racist.” 

“I just didn’t know if it would upset you.” 

“Nothing they’re gonna do is gonna upset me.” 

King nods. “Alright.” 

King floats over to his hammock and settles down. The two sit in comfortable silence until Ban finally dozes off.

[elejah-verse]

_elejah_au

Love is in the Air

_a tvd fanfic_part 4

*

a/n: a little light-hearted love story, set in Rome, Italy.

I know Valentine's is a month away...but I'm in the mood to write a totally human AU Elejah story.

*

The next morning, Elena got up pretty early and after a very quick shower, dressed in a shot, choosing just a pair of skinny jeans, white shirt, wrapping a small red spotted scarf around her neck.

She then looked at herself in the mirror, ruffling her hair in her hands trying to decide what to do with it. It was short. She just applied a bit of the magic hair spray her hair styles gave her. And drying it up quickly, she looked at herself in the mirror smiling happily. Applying a red lipstick, and a mascara, she checked herself once again.

The whole looked screamed - so 1950s, so Audrey Hepburn, so rockabilly, and she smiled - why not.

Slipping her flats on, and grabbing her bag and keys, she floated out of the apartment.

A bit later she glid at full speed on the rented bicicletta through the streets of the old part, across the piazza with a basket full of fresh vegetables, flowers and bread from the market, she skidded to a stop beside a fountain, and securing her bike, sat down in a cafe near by to have her morning cappuccino and a brioche. 

Ordering her breakfast,  looking at the people passing by, taking photos near the fountain. Her heart buzzed dreamily at the thought of Elijah.

"Dance?" Elijah's voice, soft, sweet, and yet so manly, still rang in her ears bringing back all she had often replayed in her head when she went from one heartbreak to another. That one dance was a food for her #imagine how it would have been if only I had not gone away that day.

And then, there he was, sitting next to her in Rome, and asked her to dance again.

At the same time, Elijah stopped typing, and took a sip of the espresso he had made earlier. He looked out through the window and grinned, his soul springing up with the memory of the night before. 

Flashback

"Dance?" Elijah said putting his hand out to Elena.

Elena nodded, and took her hand and there, immediately, goose-bumps raced all over her skin. Making a small mental breath, they came closer. 

As she leaned a bit to him, her scent engulfed him, taking control of all his senses. He pulled her slightly to him.  He could feel shiver up.Together as one they moved slowly to the music,  transporting them both to their dance so many years ago back in Mystic Falls.

Lost in their little world, they continued to sway , to another song, not bothering that all eyes were more or less on them. A couple sitting not far, looked at the pair. "Sono così innamorati. Che meraviglia!"

And if it wasn't for the waiter clumsily breaking a glass, they would have most probably stayed this way, moving to eternity, or at least till they were asked to leave, because they had to close. 

"Thank you - for this dance" Elijah said politely with a small smile crossing his face.

"You are so welcome - oh, there is your pizza!" Elena exclaimed as she saw the waitress now taking the plate with the scrumptious dish to their table.

"Oh, it smells so good even from there" Elijah said as the walked to the table.

Talking some more about his book, and the idea behind his sequel, they shared the pizza between them, having Elena succumb to its delicious waft.

"Ah, it's raining again." Elijah commented as he looked outside.

"I've got an umbrella," Elena said ,"the spring in Italy is a layer of sunshine and a layer of rain. Always be prepared to have an umbrella, even though it seems like you don't need it. It's a common misconception that the climate in Rome Italy is Mediterranean."

"Wow, you are talking like you live here"

"Well- I read that. I get prepared." Elena said. "Also I have spent last four months in Florence and Venice. You don't want to experience the flood in Venice. Not easy and so not attractive. But, when it is not raining, it's the most fairy-tale like place on Earth."

"You love Italy, don't you?" Elijah said taking a sip of wine.

"I do. Shooting in Florence was great too. You also chose to set Angel Heart in Padua. Seems like Italy is special to you, too." Elena said. 

"My fondest memories are always connected to Italy." Elijah then said.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. My best friend lives here now, too. I am staying in his apartment."

"Oh?"

"You know him - well, he used to date Rebekah back then in college. Stefan Salvatore."

"Stefan? Really? Wow - how come?"

"His grandfather was Italian - and they returned to live in Italy. I don't know if you know, but he and his brother were brought up by them, as their parent's died when they were little. Anyway, he is an art historian, and teaches at the John Cabot University. It's an American university in the heart of Rome." Elijah replied.

"Right. And - uhm - how is Rebekah? I - well, I know she was the editor of Vogue, and I know that she got her own designer line out now. Actually, I have seen her designs on New York fashion week."

"Then you know that she is ass-kicking," Elijah said,"it has always been her dream to have her own label."

"You will not believe this - uhm - a week ago - I chose a dress from her to wear on the Premiere of 'Dark Beauty' - huh - and now meeting you here - it's like," Elena now stopped gulping a bit, and took a bit of wine.

Elijah made a little sweet sigh and looking at her, "Like it was meant to be."

Elena raised her head, another gulp bolted out, "What?"

Thinking that he had participated himself, Elijah turned to the window and briskly changed the subject, "It's pouring down."

"You can have my umbrella and I will take a taxi if it doesn't stop. Deal?" Elena then said.

"Deal. But then you will have to let me pay you back for saving me from getting drenched - I invite you to Carbonara a la Elijah."

"Ok. But you will have to let me make some salad-"

"Agreed. Tomorrow at six - my place - uhm - Stefan's place."

Elena nodded, and as he paid the bill, they were on their way to their respective apartments. Elena left in a taxi and Elijah walked back with the umbrella, smiling from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

Now, Elena paid for her cappuccino and made her way back to her apartment. The sun was up in the sky flickering down on her as she cycled through the streets, her heart jumping radiantly.

Was this really meant to be?

*

[imhereformr]

Saw this. Thought it seemed fun to share the opinions I have that none of you asked for. I'd credit the original creator of it, but I found like 5 people claiming it's theirs 🤷🏻‍♀️

Favourite character: Musa

I feel like this one needs little explaining.

She's been my favourite since I was 9/10 (which, yes, was in 2004 when the show first came out). I'm pretty sure Musa had a major influence on my current taste in women (that is, dark haired tomboys)

Least favourite character: Faragonda

I've got issues with this shady bitch. She acts like she's all for helping her students and then turns around and keeps major secrets from them. Not to mention she sends teenagers on death missions (Saladin gets a pass on this cause that's literally what his students are at Red Fountain to do and Griffin doesn't do it cause she's a queen).

All in all, fuck this woman and her fake-ass grandma attitude.

Favourite villain: Darcy

Yes, specifically Darcy. Stormy is close behind, but I just don't like Icy enough for the trix as a whole to be my favourite.

Darcy not only has, by far, the coolest powers on this show but she's also the most interesting villain. Whereas all the other villains are obviously in it for power or for fun (looking at you, Stormy), it seems like Darcy isn't quite as set on power. She's putting in the effort, but I feel like, if it weren't for Icy (mostly) and Stormy, she would never have seeked out that power.

But also her character design is beautiful. I mean, the 70s aesthetic… amazing.

Least favourite villain: Tritannus

I just really don’t like looking at him.

Also I feel like his story is weak af. Just give him some land (water?) to be duke of or something.

Also also that Tritannus/Icy thing 🤢

Most overrated: Flora

BEFORE YOU SEND ME ANGRY MESSAGES: I do not HATE Flora.

I just don’t understand why people love her so much. I just don't think she’s interesting enough. Canon Flora is boring. She has no spice. All of her flavour comes from what the fans have made of her.

Fanon Flora, love her dearly. Canon Flora, equivalent to flour (heh, get it? Flour, Flower).

Most underrated: Timmy

A king.

This man does not get the love and appreciation he deserves. Not only is he brilliant, he is also adorably nerdy, he is kind, he is loyal, he is patient, he is a god-tier boyfriend, he is a lovable and honest friend. 

TLDR: He is too good and pure for this world.

If you dislike this man, kindly remove yourself from my page. That shit will not be tolerated. This is a no Timmy slander area.

Favourite season: Season 2

This season holds both some of my least favourite episodes as well as my most favourites. We’ve got an interesting relationship, me and season 2.

That being said, it holds a special place in my heart. Mainly because of the Musa/Riven development, but also the addition of Aisha.

Least Favourite season: Season 5

I only picked season 5 because i don’t think ive ever seen season 6 or 7 fully. I’ve seen parts of season 6 (the ones that pertained to Musa and Riven), but I don’t think that’s enough for me to judge it properly.

Season 5 is just bad all around: mediocre villain, juvenile, probably some bad Bloom/Sky drama that I blocked from memory, that infuriating episode where they forced Tecna and Timmy to go on a irl date, that stupid ass plot where Musa thought Riven was cheating on her, the fucking ridiculous Helia/Flora/Krystal drama.

Favourite fairy form: Enchantix

Beautiful. Classic. Ethereal.

Least favourite fairy form: Sirenix

The Sirenix song, an absolute bop. Sirenix itself, hard no. It’s just… 🤮🤮

Now, again, I am not considering season 6 and 7 as I haven’t seen them properly. Butterflix is a strong contender for least favourite, though.

Favourite episode: Season 2 Episode 15 – The Show Must Go On (Magic in My Heart in 4kids)

Musa performing for the first time in the show. Musa and her dad starting to work on their relationship. Riven putting himself out of his comfort zone for Musa. It’s beautiful 🥲🥲🥲

Least favourite episode: Season2 Episode 9 – Professor Avalon’s Secret (The Angel of Doom in 4kids)

The one where Tecna trades in her base fairy form's hat for a tinfoil hat.

This episode gives me so much secondhand embarrassment.

Favourite couple: Musa and Riven

I mean…. Yeah, obviously.

Least favourite couple: Aisha and Roy

Nabu should never have died

But he did and I have begrudgingly accepted that

BUT FFS LET AISHA MOURN. You made Nabu her soulmate, made them literally perfect together, killed him, made her rage for A SINGLE episode, be sorta sad for the rest of season 4 and the BOOM! Season 5 happens and she’s basically forgotten Nabu ever existed

NO! NON! JE REFUSE! C’EST D’LA CRISS DE MARDE. NON. NON. NON. NON. NON.

Also Roy’s hair looks like a highlighter. Like, y’all make fun of onion boy's hair (as do I because seriously why the fuck is with Riven's hair design), but this man looks like an office supply that has a single use. Onions are not only good to cook with in almost every single recipe in existence (barring desserts) (I am a very bad cook, so do not question me on this) (I am a great baker though, so I know for a fact that onions and dessert is a no no). but they’re also great for throwing at people!

Favourite sidekicks: The Specialists

Look me in the eyes and tell me you believe these idiots are anything more than sidekicks to their girlfriends.

If you said yes, ask yourself if you can remember them going on a single mission without it being to assist the winx since season 1? No. That’s right. You can’t.

These pretty boys exist solely to assist their girlfriends on missions and be eye candy. That’s it. That’s their purpose in life and they are excelling at it.

Least favourite sidekick: The pets

I hate the pixies, but they had their funny moments. These things on the other hand are abso-fucking-lutely useless.

[beezonia]

When Marion met Oritel

A little, Winx: The Magic Retold fic!

[not really any warnings just a bit of awkwardness]

You’d think she’d be able to control her magic better then this. She was the Crown Princess of Domino for dragons sake, Marion should be excelling above her peers!

Yet she’s not, the teen can’t really figure out why and it’s annoying her.

Alfea had brought most of her doubts to life and it hurt Marion to see that she fully didn’t believe in herself.

That’s why she’s alone, extra morning training so the fairy can finally get stronger. But actually she’s not alone, Marion can feel someone else’s presence in the back of her mind.

She chooses to ignore it because, why should she acknowledge it if they aren’t a threat to her.

The targets are set in front of her, all she has to do is set them on fire and some slow progress will be made.

So Marion continues to breathe in and out, concentrating her magic so it comes out in small bursts. The bright orange flames weave in and out of each other, slowly but surely reaching their target.

What she fails to consider is the sound of footsteps nearing her, another teen up at the early hours of dawn.

“Hello?”

Marion physically jumps, the large flames bursting from her hands towards the voice.

SHIT

The teen watches as the boy barely manages to dodge the burning flame.

He’s alive at least.

“I’m really sorry about that, didn’t mean to startle you.”

He’s scratching the back of his head, a sheepish smile on his face.

“It’s not your fault. I should have better control of my magic.”

A pause, Marion turns back towards the targets not wanting to dwell on the fact she nearly killed someone.

Gosh, Luna would have a field day with this if she had been there.

“You’re the Crown Princess of Domino, are you not?”

Her eyes narrow. She hates it when people stated the obvious, but at least he wasn’t treating her like glass.

“Yes. Now I’d rather you leave before I hurt you again.”

The boy sighs, he’s contemplating annoying her even more or just giving up. Most usually just give up, not wanting to deal with her cold attitude.

“I’m Oritel, it’s nice to meet you!”

Before Marion can stop it she realises there’s a small but visible smile on her face.

Which should not be there at all, yet she still humours him by introducing herself.

“Marion, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

Another, longer pause.

Marion goes back to channelling her magic and ignoring Oritel like her life depends on it. But wait, wasn’t he one of the Red Fountain students who were visiting?

Marion was sure she had seen him before when the fairies last visited.

“You’re a Specialist?”

Another pause, Ortiel seems to be trying to figure out what to say.

“Training to be one.”

Ahh yes now Marion remembers where she had seen him before!

He was the youngest son of the Steinhold family, a prominent name in the Domino royal court.

Marion remembers seeing him a few times at the council meetings her mother had forced her to sit in.

Another Dominon, how nice. Maybe she’d finally be able to talk to someone about her homeland for once!

The girl had just let Luna do all the talking about Solaria most of the time.

It’s silence that follows, Oritel watches intently as her flames weaves in and out of each other, reaching it’s target in record speed.

They do end up chatting every now and again, Oritel overshares about his Specialist friends whilst Marion just listens.

What else would you expect, they were teenagers for dragons sake.

“It was nice talking to you, I should get back to the dorm though the boys will be waiting for me!”

The Princess turns back to face him, while she was quite annoyed that Oritel had distracted her from practice, Marion had forgotten about her woes due to this.

She was extremely thankful that he had stumbled upon her when he did.

Marion would have gone into her usual cold state if not.

“Likewise, enjoy the rest of your stay here. Maybe you’d like to join me again?”

A wolffish grin appears on his face. He’s happy? Oh, was he just like the rest vying for her attention just for power? Or was Oritel a decent human being?

“I’d love to! Maybe you can show me some of your fairy tricks or something?”

Marion laughs, oh this was going to be fun!

“I’ll be here same time tomorrow, see you then.”

She waves him off, turning towards the northern entrance.

That’s how Marion met Oritel.

[linkspussy]

Prompt: Link gets some... special healing... from the Great Fairy

[You are so fucking sexy for sending this because I've wanted to write great fairy / Link for AGES but lacked motivation for a longfic. This did nicely :] ]

🔸️Game: BOTW or TOTK (non-specific)

🔸️Pairing: Cotera / Link

🔸️Content warnings: Micro / macro, grinding, squirting, implied Link with a pussy (no specific reference to genitals), implied potential magic / aphrodisiac effects

The great fairy fountain thrums with magic. There's a certain, almost fantastical aura in the air that's heavy and thick, emanating from the flower pool like invisible fog. Link wonders if maybe this has some kind of effect on libido. Then again, given the circumstances here it's pretty difficult to tell what isn't getting him riled up. 

He's currently sitting between Cotera's thumb and index finger, his legs splayed either side of the small bridge of skin between the two digits. It's an excellent spot for her to keep him balanced while maintaining a good view of her little plaything. After all, her pleasure is important here too, Link knows. She's offered him this "special" service, and for free no less! He feels obligated to at least put on a good show, especially since he's far too small to offer any of his own pleasure to a great fairy. 

"Comfortable?" She hums and Link nods, his face flushed. It's a little nerve wracking to be manhandled by a hylian, let alone someone of her size, but he trusts she won't hurt the hero of Hyrule… at least not on purpose… 

"You are just adorable, my little hero!" She chuckles deeply. "You're getting a little restless already, aren't you? Do you need some help?" 

Sure enough, Link's subconsciously been slowly grinding down on her hand as he's wrapped his arms around her thumb. He doesn't even realise it until pointed out and the dash of pink on his cheeks turns red. He shakes his head at her request though, rutting a little harder as if to signal he's got this one. Cotera smiles, her giggles like little puffs of wind on Link's skin. 

"I see… Such a sweet boy, you don't even make me work for this!" 

Link allows all his anxiety to fade, his legs clamping as hard as they can around Cotera's palm and dorsal. His movements at first are slow and calculated, but as he builds a rhythm and feel for the surface below him it's not long until he's grinding hard, leaving a wet, sticky trail in his wake. He did this to a pillow once and felt a little awkward about it. Absurd, he thinks, that he's now doing the same on the hand of a ginormous magical woman. He's not sure if this can be considered a moment of personal growth, but he'll treat it as such. 

Cotera gives a dull moan, obviously taking some voyeuristic pleasure in all of this. The lewd noise itself as well its deep vibrations send Link to a greater height of pleasure. 

"Hnn.. hah.." 

"Oh, close already, are you? That was fast." 

Link nods, a new blush of embarrassment adorning his cheeks at his inability to hold out. But as if to assure it's only light teasing, Cotera raises a finger and before he can guess its intention he feels her large nail trace itself down his back. With her gentleness it's a feather-light feeling and Link shivers at it, another pleasured noise leaving his lips. 

"By all means, don't try and hold back, sweetheart. You've got my attention for as long as you want it tonight. So cum for me, hero." 

He doesn't have to be told twice. His legs start to shake a little as he ruts harder and deeper, desperately chasing that friction. Eventually he allows his knees to clamp tight to her thumb, hugging the digit as he forces out short energetic thrusts. In his dire aroused state, his orgasm climbing to a peak, he knows damn well he's putting on a great show for her. It takes barely a minute after that point for his climax to hit him hard. 

"Hahh.. aahh!" 

Simultaneously he groans out then nearly lets his whole body go limp. Cotera's free hand moves quickly to hold him steady. Underneath him a building pressure he was only faintly aware of bursts forth and trickles down the creases of her skin, much to her surprise. Though Link is a little too caught up in the waves of euphoria to fully register it. 

When he relaxes enough to control his breathing and little whimpers of ecstasy, he's gently pincer gripped underneath the arms and moved to the palm of her hand. 

"Feeling messy tonight, are we?" Cotera teases, although her tone sounds almost a little impressed. Link can only offer a wobbly smile, his half lidded eyes speaking volumes of gratitude without any need to verbalise. Cotera only laughs more at the blissed out expression. 

"Let's give you a break. I wouldn't want to exhaust your little hylian body so soon." 

Her hand lowers to the fountain pool, offering Link a chance to cool himself off. He does so with enthusiasm, that familiar magic in the water sending a jolt of energy through his relaxed muscles… Or maybe he's just that horny. Either way, it's going to be a long night for both the hero and the fairy. 

[iridescentmidnights]

In your rewrite what are the differences between witches and fairies ? (besides using their magic based on different emotions)

Do any of the Specialists have powers ?

Which couples are endgame ?

What are Alfea and Cloudtower like ?

What are Icy and Stormy’s backstories (if they aren’t spoilers)

If Domino does end up being revived in your rewrite and Bloom finally meets her birth parents,what would their relationship be like ?

You have fantastic questions, thank you. This is a bit longer then I expected it to be but lets go (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ✧

The major differences between witches and fairies is how they channel magic. Fairies have in internal source of magic, large or small, it needs to cultivated and relationship needs to form there. Witches, while also inherently magical, command and channel magic from external sources. While spells and potions help, they're strength comes from learning how to command the magic around them. It's similar to asking vs telling.

A fairy like Flora in concept is asking nature for help vs a witch like Mirta would be commanding it by bending the magic around them to their will. This is why fairies have forms unlike witches even though witches can also become equally powerful and why headspace and emotions are vital to using magic. "Witch" is also an umbrella base term, wizard, sorcerer/ess, enchanter/tress, sages, and so on are different levels and kinds of witch. It is more commonplace and diverse to be a witch as fairies have a more personal yet structured form of magic.

Many Specialists have magic, I previously mentioned Sky has magic, but so does Nabu and Helia, all at different levels of power and experience. I had actually considered making Helia a fairy. Ultimately I have chosen not to make him one, at least not fully, he has an internal spark of magic that just isn't strong enough to have a fairy form or he's a different magical being that has internal magic without being a fairy like a nymph.

Cloud Tower is apart of Alfea, it's the most advance witch track section of the school. Alfea is an elite school meant for children of the influential and the best and brightest. You don't get in with out being invited. They accept students as young as 13 (exceptionally rare) though most are invited at around 15 and continues up to 10 years (meaning the oldest students are 23 though most graduate before this, consider it like you got your diploma at 19 but spend a few extra years of study to get more niche qualifications and you're also a TA). They teach about all branches of magic but currently focusing on rebuilding the lost resources from the fall of two courts so their studies are more practical and older students are tasked with research missions.

It also has several Headmistresses, Griselda is the Headmistress for the younger students. Faragonda is Headmistress for the older and advanced fairy students while Griffen is Headmistress for the older and advanced witches. Red Fountain is still a separate school still and only accepts 15 up. It trains Specialists only after they transfer from any other school that gives them a basic education. They could even transfer from Alfea like Sky and Mirta do.

The spoiler section, major confirmable endgame ships I'm 100% willing to admit are; Bloom/Roxy, Aisha/Nabu, and Tecna/Musa. There a many more ships that get messy and confirming endgame will spoil who does and doesn't make it because some break up or it's one sided. These ships are clear endgame and do not have additional shipping drama (meaning Tecna/Timmy never happen their only love interest is Musa). Icy and Stormy backstories are major spoilers, especially Icy's, I'm very proud of it but I can't say anything at all about it. And if Domino is revived and Bloom gets to meet her parents I imagine there's going to be a lot of grief to unpack. Not getting to raise your baby that you loved and wanted more then anything must be devastating. Knowing she was safe and loved can only comfort you so much when you wish it was you that got to provide that to your daughter. And for Bloom? I'm sure it's also a roller coaster of emotions too. Especially since they wouldn't be able to prioritize Bloom and getting to know over all of Magix.