#been thinking about this for a while but seeing that zel is leaving just made me decide to do it lmao

[svnflowermoon]

hi my loves,

i feel like this has been a long time coming, but i'm leaving tumblr for the indefinite future. i won't be active or replying to messages so feel free to add me on discord (svnflowermoon) if you want to stay in contact. my personal life is too overwhelming at the moment and tumblr just isn't hitting the same as it used to. so many of the friends i've made here who i hold so dearly in my heart are either inactive or just gone and it's just not bringing me the joy it used to.

i love you all so much feel free to add me on discord or ask for my insta if we're close (if you want to ask for my insta just message me either here or discord). the time i've spent here has been amazing but it's over for the time being. obviously feel free to send asks, i'll answer them whenever i get back to tumblr. i'm gonna be real with you this break could be for months but please know i'm always thinking of you all <3

i hold you all so close to my heart and i hope you all get everything you could want, you all deserve all the happiness the world has to offer. i have a special place in my heart for you all and i want you all to live the best lives you ever can.

i hope you think of me when you see sunflowers and dark red and billie eilish and the moon, and i hope you think of me when halley's comet plays, and when you go on long walks and feel the sun streaming through the leaves. i will be back one day, just not now. i hope to see you all at some point where i'm in a better headspace for tumblr and i'm looking forward to seeing you all again one day.

lots of love, lucy <3

my intro post if you're new here

[skyward-floored]

also what happens to Malon after she's arrested????? (does she, perhaps, find smth out about her deceased husband 👀)

- hero-of-the-wolf

@hero-of-the-wolf

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Malon was tossed into a holding cell without a word, and without so much as the hope of a trial or lawyer or anything of the sort.

She heard a distant laugh as the door was slammed behind her, and exhaled wearily as she sat up, brushing some dried blood from her cheek as she moved. The trip here hadn’t been long, but it had been one unpleasant moment after another, harsh shoves and sneers and glee at her arrest, and even a shock she’d gotten when a guard’s hand had wandered and she’d punched him.

Add that to the bruises she’d gotten from the fight earlier with Warriors, and most of her body ached.

Malon closed her eyes, thinking of her husband’s brother. Warriors had stayed beside her as long as he could after she’d been arrested, a hand on her arm until he'd been called away and had to leave. Despite the fact that they’d had to feign indifference and hatred towards one another the whole time, Malon had found his presence comforting. She’d missed him, and he reminded her of Time, and better days.

She only wished she could have spoken to him more. It didn’t take superpowers for her to see that he was barely holding it together.

“...Hello?”

Malon stilled, and raised her head, looking around the tiny cell.

It was essentially a stone box, small with no windows, a toilet in the corner, and two somewhat-cushioned benches by the walls that Malon supposed were meant to be beds. A girl who must have just been asleep was sitting up on one of them, holding her arm tight to her chest as she looked warily at Malon.

The girl couldn’t have been older than Legend, though her face was worn in a similar way that made Malon’s heart pang. Her blonde hair was messy and was trying to hang in her face, but her indigo eyes were sharp in the artificial light, and watched Malon with a calculating look.

“Are you a super?” she asked bluntly, and Malon blinked, then smiled, easing up to her feet.

“Hello to you too. Yes I am, but with nothing that’ll get us out of here I’m afraid,” she answered, wincing as she walked over and sat on the opposite bench. “Is this room temporary? Or am I going to be here a while?”

“I don’t know. I’ve only been here for about a day,” the girl replied, holding her arm tighter to her chest. “And don’t worry about your powers being useful or not. They’re blocked in here.“

Malon hummed. “That’ll be hard to test, seeing as they’re animal related. But thank you for the warning.”

The girl nodded and messed with her hair, letting silence fall between them. Malon studied her again, trying to figure out if she really was the same age as Legend, and her heart ached at the reminder of her son. She hoped desperately that he and the boys had gotten away— by now they must be close to Sky’s, even if they were being cautious.

All of them except for Twilight.

A deeper pang of worry shot through her as she thought of her other son, and she bit her lip.

Oh Twi, please be okay...

Malon sucked in a slow breath, and gave the girl a gentle smile. “My name is Malon,” she said, in an effort to keep herself distracted from her worries. Being anxious about her family wouldn't make them any safer. “How about you?”

“...Zelda,” the girl said quietly, then shrugged. “Or Zel. Or Zellie. Or Fable.”

“Fable?”

Her mouth quirked up. “I know another Zelda, we did nicknames to make it easier. Somehow that was just what got picked. It’s what I tend to go by, honestly.”

Malon smiled. “I know how that goes. I have two sons named Link, and more Links beside that rarely go by their names. Long story,” she added at Fable’s confused look.

Fable sighed and leaned against the wall. “Well, I’ve got time.”

“I was hoping to use mine to somehow get out of here,” Malon said with a glance around, and Fable closed her eyes.

“You’re welcome to try, but I’ve had no luck. I’ve gotten food once while I’ve been here, and they threatened to shock me if I tried anything with the door open. Not that I could with this,” she huffed, gesturing to the arm she had cradled to her chest.

Malon looked closer, and realized that the arm was swollen and bruised, the skin an unpleasant mix of purples and bluish-greens.

“Are you okay?” Malon asked worriedly, and Fable shrugged one shoulder.

“It’s just a broken arm. It got hurt in the fight before they arrested me, and nobody’s done anything for it,” she said in a pointed voice at the doorway.

The door stayed silent.

Malon frowned, and carefully stood and approached Fable, sitting down beside her. “...May I?”

Fable hesitated, then slowly held out her arm, the limb shaking a bit. Malon took it with a gentle hand, and studied it, feeling cautiously along the skin. Fable winced, but Malon made sure to be careful, and after a couple minutes, was fairly sure that the break was near the middle of her forearm.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s too bad,” Malon said, gently releasing her arm. “It’s swollen, so maybe that’s why, but I couldn’t feel the actual break. It’ll set easily if it is one, but we should probably figure out a way to get a sling for you.”

Fable wrinkled her eyebrows at Malon like she couldn’t quite figure her out, but she nodded. And she didn’t try to stop Malon when she pulled off the apron she still had on (she wondered briefly what had ever happened to the bacon she’d been cooking), and worked on tying it around into a suitable sling.

“So... what happened to you?” Fable asked after a minute of Malon fiddling with fabric. “If you don't mind me asking. You said you're a super, but you're not even in uniform. What did you do to get thrown in here?”

“Me? Oh me and my family have been doing a lot under ol’ Dark’s nose for a while now, and everything finally caught up to us,” Malon sighed, figuring a true explanation would take too long. Wind and Four alone would probably make Fable think she was crazy. “They came after us at home after we tried to help somebody. My family that was at the house made it away, but my one son was on duty... I don’t know where he is.”

Malon breathed out a sigh she told herself wasn’t shaky, and cleared her throat.

“How about you? What did a nice girl like you do to get arrested?”

Fable blinked, and looked down at Malon's attempts to secure the sling, not speaking for a moment.

“I fought back,” she said after a long minute of silence. “I just— I just hit my limit. I couldn’t take it anymore, what they’re doing, how they treat us...”

Fable’s voice wobbled.

“My... father died. And I know it wasn’t by natural causes, I found proof, but I couldn’t do anything with it. It was an official who’d had him killed, and I knew I had to keep acting like everything was fine like I didn’t know and I just... I snapped. It didn’t end well. Obviously.”

She swallowed thickly, and Malon, finished with the sling, gave her a gentle look.

“I’m sorry hon, that must’ve been awful,” Malon said softly, and Fable pulled her legs up to her chest.

“I've definitely had better days. At least I got to toss a few people into the harbor,” she murmured, then swallowed and looked away. “Do you... think your family is okay?”

“I hope so,” Malon replied softly. “Twi... Twilight— he’s my oldest— he’s tough, and his powers enhance his senses, so he should be okay. My youngest can turn invisible, and he has somewhere safe to go, and friends with him. I’m worried about them all, but... I trust their skills. I think they’ll be okay.” They'd better be okay.

I don't think I can lose anybody else.

Malon took a deep breath, and looked over at Fable, giving her a smile.

“And I’m not planning on sitting around here and waiting for them to rescue me,” she said firmly, and squeezed Fable’s shoulder. "Or see what sort of sentence or punishment either of us is going to get. I'm gonna to do my best to escape. You wanna work together and bust out of here?"

Fable looked at her in surprise, and hesitated, eyes scanning across her face.

Then her eyes hardened with determination.

“Yes. I don't want to stick around and see what they're going to do to us either. I'm in," she said with a deep breath, and Malon took her uninjured hand in hers, and shook it.

"In that case, we'd better get to work," she smiled, and Fable returned it. "What can you do, hon?"

And as Fable explained her powers, already looking less pale and defeated then she had when Malon had first been tossed in, Malon felt the hope that had started to dim in her heart flicker back to life.

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that JULIE DANTES.. they’re a 23-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being OBEDIENT  &  OVEREMOTIONAL but there are some people who have seen them being POLITE  &  KIND-HEARTED.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of immaculate white lace dresses, a vanity full of pill bottles, and climbing out of the window to meet a boy your parents don’t approve of, but that could just be because they’re considered the CAGED BIRD around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say "yes"

OVERVIEW

Name: Julie Bryony Dantes

FKA: Julianne Bryony Davenport

Nickname(s): Julie, Jules

DOB: August 8, 2101

Age: 23

FC: Natalie Alyn Lind

Height: 5'5"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Waitress at The Hidden Marigold

Relationship Status: In a relationship with Donzel 'Zel' Dutton

[+] polite, kind-hearted, dutiful [–] obedient, overemotional, volatile

BIOGRAPHY

tw: parental neglect, parental control, medical abuse

Julie's parents were still in college when she was conceived. It was not planned, but both families deemed the pair a good match and arranged for them to get married, with her mom dropping out to become a full-time wife and mother.

Growing up, she spent a lot of time at her grandparents' house and was basically raised with her aunt Minnie. With only 5 years between them, the older girl ended up becoming more like a cousin or even a sister to Julie.

Over time, her parents grew resentful of both each other and of her for being the reason they had been tied down at such a young age. As her own home became even more cold, turbulent, and devoid of love, the hours spent at the main Davenport estate became all the more precious to her.

Eventually, it reached a point where her parents only remained married on paper and in public while leading entirely separate lives from each other. They only cared about Julie when they needed to, parading her around at events to keep up appearances, but otherwise they largely ignored her. She couldn't decide if that was better or worse than when they had been actively hostile to her.

When she was 9 years old, Minnie was sent to boarding school and her visits with her grandparents started changing. They got more and more involved in her life, taking on responsibilities and making decisions for her as if they were her legal guardians. At the time, she was grateful for their interference and assistance, since her own parents had become entirely negligent.

3 years later, they made an offer to her parents to make the guardianship official. In exchange, her grandparents crafted a story that allowed them to leave Julie in their care and go off to lead their own lives without losing face. She trusted them, and she had no reason to think that their intentions were anything but sincere.

Once she settled into the estate, they arranged for her to be homeschooled and got a doctor to prescribe her several medications, supposedly because she was emotionally volatile and needed to be stabilised. If she ever questioned why she had to take all those pills, or why she wasn't allowed to leave the house without supervision, they reminded her that they were the only people who had ever taken care of her. She complied, feeling indebted to them for taking her in.

When she was 18 years old, they started taking her to events with other families from the upper district, introducing her to several boys in the hopes of finding her a suitable husband. It was at one such event that she met Firas, heir to the Dasai fortune and future CEO of OmniCorp Holdings, whom her grandparents instantly approved of. What they didn't know was that Firas was also Minnie's friend from boarding school who had helped her escape.

For the first time in years, Julie was allowed to spend time with somebody unsupervised, and Firas took that opportunity to introduce her to the Dantes. She was initially hesitant to trust Minnie after years of feeling abandoned by her, not helped by how her grandparents had spun the story; but as she grew closer to the entire family, she came to understand how abnormal her situation was.

It was when she tried to leave her grandparents' house that they played the final card up their sleeve. Because of her supposed mental health issues, they were able to make a case for placing her under a conservatorship. Never mind that they had caused or exacerbated most of her issues by overmedicating her.

The Dantes, with the help of Firas, were able to at least get her out of the house. They have spent the last five years in a legal battle with the Davenports to release her from the conservatorship entirely. It is still ongoing.

For the past two years, she has been in a relationship with Zel Dutton.

MISC

Julie is still medicated, although now it is limited to what she actually has to take. She has also been in therapy for the past few years.

[yzeltia]

A Y'zel Series

Title: Valentione's Day Part 2a

Characters: Y'zel Tia, Claudien

Rating: T for faTe

Notes: EW Spoilers

Y'zel pursed his lips as he wandered down the paths of the Central Shroud, Claudien ahead chattering excitedly about the discoveries the Warriors of Light had made in regards to his research. He couldn't say he'd been paying much attention to the words being said, instead focusing on the temper and tone of his voice. Funny enough, their immediate concerns were tangentially related: Claudien fascinated by the machinations of the Ancient's work, and Y'zel the Ancients themselves, in particular, his present paramour's and his own.

"Ah, we've arrived," Claudien announced as he wandered onto the docks of The Lavender Beds. 

Large wooden swans had been carved by the Carpentry Guild as an attraction for the holiday. Boarding one, the two cozied up close together, Claudien peddling and steering so that Y'zel could quietly lean on him. The Hyur soon began to talk about talk on about the artherial sea again, leaving his love's eyes free to wander. Y'zel's fingers lightly traced over the lovingly carved feathers in the wood, then felt himself slip away.

"Foolish girl. Thinkest thou my beloved's spirit dath descended from the heavens!?"

Y'zel's ears perked, Hraesvelgr's harsh words to Ysayle ringing in his ear. 

"Zel, could I have my hand back?"

The Miqo'te jumped as he realized he'd stolen Claudien's hand from the rudder. Letting go, he rested his hands in his lap and looked down apologetically.

"I'm not being a very good date, am I?"

"About as good as I am going on about work endlessly. I figured you'd let me know what's on your mind when you were ready."

Y'zel flushed a bit then looked up into the sky before whispering: "I love you."

"I love you too Zel, though, we've said as much before."

"I've always loved you though…At least, it feels that way. Like, we were destined to meet and be in one another's lives. Ever since I've gained the Echo, I've heard your voice calling to me, as another. And  with what we've come to find out about the Ancient's world and the sundering, I'm now more than ever sure that the unsundered of ourselves were also fond of one another in some capacity. I just wonder…do you think that has drawn us together now?"

Claudien went quiet for a moment, absorbing what had been said. His paddling stopped, letting them idly float on the glassy surface of the lake. 

"Well, in light of what we've uncovered about the origins of our star, I cannot argue the possibility of the Ancient versions of ourselves being connected. With your Echo too, it adds to the veracity of that sentiment; however, I'm still a scientist. While I find it a lovely sentiment that we are star crossed, I don't believe we're both so important that we've deigned by the heavens to be united in the here and now. "

"Oh. I see…," Y'zel responded, gaze drifting to the sky.

Claudien sighed softly, reaching to gently put his arm around the other's waist. "I don't mean to put down your romantic heart. Would it be better that I say I feel fortunate that we get this chance to be reunited? Isn't it more beautiful to find that our love is not promised, but found again?"

Y'zel perked up a bit, turning to Claudien as the other brought his hand up to tilt his chin high, stealing a kiss before continuing.

"Moreso, I wouldn't think it fair to say that you belong solely to me. There's Leonnioux and Ioh'juhn to consider, is there not?"

The Miqo'te nodded, lingering a bit in the wake of the kiss. "Circumstances brought about those relationships…are feels, as you said, found. They are special in that way, and you are special in yours. My love for you feels like it's always been there…I feel like if I lost you my world would end."

"And I cannot say that I don't feel something tug in me toward you…Though, maybe that's a bit dramatic on your end. That you said it though, it makes my heart ache just to think of you not popping into my office when you're out questing with your friends, or coming home to find you asleep surrounded by artifacts and ledgers. Maybe I would go a bit mad…"

As Claudien mused on the sentiment, Y'zel took the rudder and began to peddle, finding a private alcove of hanging wisteria and floating lilies.  

"You know, Y'zel. You've been looking for a project to do with your cousin. Perhaps all this talk of reflections and soulmates might be something to look into. Prove me wrong," Claudien said with a little laugh.

Y'zel stopped paddling, thinking on the suggestion before leaning against the Hyur, closing his eyes. "Maybe I will,” he mused softly, a small purr escaping from his throat, twitching his ear under the other’s chin.

“I can’t wait to see your research then…” Claudien said taking the other’s hand and giving it a kiss before sliding a golden band along the Mi’qote’s slender pale finger, “But, if I may be the first to make a promise in this life…?”

[demonprincezeldris]

Big Bro Zel AU

After a few hours, they have to part again.

"I have to go. If I'm missing for two long, the goddesses and HER will get suspicious. Besides, I... need to talk to my moms."

"As long as you're safe. Can we- Can we make arrangements to meet up again?"

"Yes, absolutely! 3 nights from now, it'll be the full moon. Do you know where Heavens Theatre is?"

"That old ruin past the waterfall in the ravine?"

"That's the one, yes. Meet me there. I... want to show you some of MY world."

"Done."

Mel smiled shyly and squeezed their conjoined hands again. "Ok. Well. I have to go."

"Yes."

"...That means you have to let go of my hand."

"Oh! Right, sorry!"

He released him and Mel laughed. Mel, he kinda liked that. It was acknowledging both his halves, both his names and families.

They parted ways, and he made it back home in time for dinner. He rambled to his mother's about his day, carefully leaving out more identifying details. But he did tell them he'd gone to a village in Brittania, and saw a troupe of traveling performers, and enjoyed lunch and conversation with a kind man.

He asked if they could go to Brittania together tomorrow, the three of them, as a family? It's been a while since they've had an outing, and he found a Grove of wild fruit trees they could enjoy the day in.

The agreed, a little hesitant, but in the end, giving in. So that morning, he prepared them a picnic, and they all went down. He was laying in the grass, hands behind his head and one legs propped up as he looked at the blue sky. His Mom and Mama were sitting off to the side, leaning back as well.

"...I have a purpose for doing this, actually. I wanted to talk to you, ask you some questions, and I wanted to do it in private." They hummed curiously, and he pressed his lips before speaking. "...How long did you think it would be until I learned my origins?"

"...What do you mean by that, Melanthius?" Inanna asked, head tilted. He rolled over and propped his cheek in his hand. "I know that Zeldris is my elder brother. I know my birth name is Meliodas. And I know I'm the missing prince."

They froze and he raised an eyebrow. "So? Did you even know?"

"...We knew. How did you find out?" Amihan's voice was whispy and almost regretful.

"I'll come back to that first bit. I felt... well, obviously I felt DIFFERENT from everyone around me, I'm very much an OTHER and always have been. So months and months ago I started sneaking into Brittanian Demon Settlements to... learn more about what I am. Long story short, I put the pieces together bit by bit, and started to figure it out. I ran into Prince Zeldris the other day, and he confirmed it. Now. You knew?"

"We were forbidden from saying anything. If we told you, her majesty would have killed us AND you."

"...I see. So do you have to rat me out, then?"

"Technically yes-"

"But we're not going to."

"Exactly. You're our baby, Melanthius, and we love you. We'd never seek to hurt you, or let you get hurt."

He stared at them for a moment, then smiled. "Thanks. I love you too. And I trust you. But I really really want to get to know my brother. Please don't try to stop me."

"...Just be safe about it."

"Deal."

Mel is pleasantly surprised to find out that his moms don't plan to stop him from reuniting with his brother and getting to know him more. And if he gets caught or his moms are threatened by the discovery of his origins, Mel will take full responsibility for his actions.

[zeldas-cigarrette]

Now, I’ll drive alone past your street. (Ⅱ)

A/n: This is the sequel to my last post, I couldn’t write any smut, I wasn’t in the mood for it. Just wait for another story in which I’ll definitely include it !!! If you have any requests, feel free to leave them somewhere ^^ And thank you so much for the interaction on my last post:))

Part 1

Word count: 1,635

Warnings: none

Zelda Spellman x female witch reader

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It pained you when sudden thoughts about Zelda flickered in your head. Although you decided on leaving for a while, you missed her, Hilda, Ambrose, and Sabrina. The wittiness of Hilda when you came down for breakfast, looking like a complete mess. Sabrina when she was onto something, including you in every step of the way. And Ambrose, when he was fuzzing about the mess his younger cousin had caused again.

The sudden ring of your cell phone tore you out of thoughts. Hilda’s caller ID showed up just as it did the past week. You’ve always been too afraid to pick up, scared of listening to her ranting about you letting her sister marry this man. But unlike the other times, the Brit has called, now you were brave enough to answer the call. Maybe Zelda fulfilled her task and became High Priestess?

„Y/n, I tried to reach you all week” Hilda hastily explained. „I know, I know but-“

„There is no time for explanations, you need to come back. Something’s wrong with Zelda” she cut you off while unsteadily breathing into the speaker.

You hesitated to speak, not being sure what you shall say. You loved the red-headed witch too much to let her suffer. „I’ll be there Hilda,” you said and quickly ended the conversation.

You knew it was about time to go back and fight for your love and show Father Blackwood who’s in charge.

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It didn’t take long for you to teleport you back to the mortuary, you left a few of your belongings where you’d stayed. You took a deep breath before knocking on the red front door. The familiar scent of your friends home crept up your nose and you started to loosen your tension. „Praise Satan you’re here, come in quick” the British woman rambled and pulled you inside.

„What’s going on?” You asked curiously. „My sister has changed during her honeymoon, it’s just as if she’s under some kind of spell.”

You nodded and hung your coat onto one of the hooks. „She does everything Blackwood asks her, Zelda would do anything to protect our family and now that bloke tries harms us and she just agrees with everything” Hilda explained and you knew immediately what she was trying to say. „And, Ambrose is said to have killed the Anti Pop. Nicholas Scratch helped him get away before Blackwood could lay his hands on him” she added pulling a grimacing face.

„I will go to the academy and inspect the situation myself, we will fix this mess” you tried to reassure her. The witch nodded and led you into the kitchen where the two cousins sat, pondering over how to help her aunt. „You’re back Y/n!” Sabrina exclaimed and hugged you tightly. A smile formed on your lips. Deep down you were happy to be back even though it took you some time to realise.

The darkness slowly came over Greendale and millions of stars peppered the night sky. „I will head to the academy and see what happened to your aunt and in which condition she is” you informed them and drummed your fingers on the tabletop. „Be careful, Blackwood is crazy at the moment. His misogyny went up to a new level” the young witch rambled worriedly. „I’ll take care.”

You grabbed your coat before leaving the house, inhaling the sweet scent that lingered in the house once more.

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Arriving at the academy, a weird feeling spread in your gut. You entered the school for witches and warlocks, having an exact destination to where you wanted to go. You walked through the halls of the academy searching for either Zelda or Blackwood. A sharp pain shot through your arm when a hand grabbed you and pulled you into a room.

The facet of the person immediately let you know who it was. „Blackwood” you explained and freed yourself from his tight grip. „You ought not to be here” the sharp tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine. „I came to speak to Zelda.”

He eyed me. „Wife!” The High priest yelled and waited impatiently for Zelda to come. Seconds passed before a woman in a flower dress entered the room. „Would you give us a few minutes?” your voice thickly filled with annoyance. The warlock just nodded and left the room.

„Zelds, what happened?”

„I don’t know what you mean?” her voice almost pitching. „Honey, you can tell me” your hand reached for hers. „But there is nothing to tell. If you excuse me now, I ought to make tea for my beloved husband.”

Her words sounded surreal, fake just simply not like Zelda. A hopeless sigh escaped your lips, you should’ve told her how wrong it was to marry that bloke. The only thing to hear was the sound of her music box.

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„It’s like she’s a doll” you took a sip of water before continuing, „no free will, and devoted to someone she said she’d overthrow.”

Hilda’s gaze wandered through the room. Footsteps echoed through the Spellman house, both of you looked at each other before stepping in the hallway.

You two saw her walking in the kitchen having her hand draped over something. Hilda followed her sister closely. The next thing you heard was high pitched screams from Sabrina who must’ve been in the kitchen. Your legs moved as fast as they could to see what was happening. Zelda stood there, wounding a mouse through the meat grinder. „Aunt Zel, why did you do that? That was our only chance to save Ambrose?” Sabrinas said stunned while her mouth fell agape.

I didn’t know what she was talking about, but surely Leviathan, who now was just a mashed version of itself, played its role in it. „I think I know what’s going on!“ Hilda exclaimed and it looked just as if a light bulb appeared over her head. „Sabrina, you have to get that music box from Zelda’s room in the Academy“ her aunt explained. The teenage witch nodded. Her aunt expected her to leave but that wasn’t the case, she somewhat teleported the box.

Zelda just stood there, staring at the mashed familiar. You couldn’t deny the fact that you were curious about how she teleported a box to her, but you suppressed the thought until you knew what was going on with your toner girlfriend. „Open it up darling” Hilda demanded her niece, „this has to be some kind of Caligari spell.” „What spell?” You asked genuinely interested. „A spell, typically used by old warlocks, to turn their wives into conscious witches aware of every action, yet, unable to make their own choices” the Brit explained and pulled out a photo of the music box.

„Just smash it and our Zelda should be freed from the spell,” Hilda told Sabrina who now held the picture in her hands. With a loud thud, the glass of the frame was broken, leaving a confused Zelda. You saw her facial expression change when she laid eyes on you. „Zelda is it you?” you asked nearly on the verge of tears.

You knew how stupid it was, leaving her alone with the whole situation, telling her she was better off without you. „Y/n...” the woman stuttered not daring to look away from you. You couldn’t contain your happiness and relive of having her back, you stepped closer and hugged her in a hurry. Her hands instantly sneaking around your waist, pressing you close to her body.

„I was an idiot, Zelda Spellman and I am sorry for how I behaved” you whispered in her ear. Her red locks were spreading on your face, you inhaled her scent. „Don’t worry, I must admit it was my fault too. How could I ask my girlfriend if I could marry another guy?" she mumbled in your shoulder and pressed yourself just a little closer to her body. „Alright, lovebirds” Sabrina sighed and let herself fall back on one of the kitchen chairs.

You loosened your hug and drew back to look at her. „Why don’t we get you something proper to wear?” You suggested and eyed her flower dress. „Satan, wearing this dress the whole time, internally drove me mad” Zelda admitted and tugged on the hem of her dress.

You took her hand in yours and softly moved your thumb over her skin. The fiery woman was broken, you saw it in her green eyes. Gently, you pulled her after you, scared she might break if you’d do it more hastily. Arriving in front of her bedroom door, you were hesitant if she’d even want you to come in put she slightly pushed you towards the door. „Don’t blame yourself, you had every right to leave. I wouldn’t want to see how you marry someone else” the witch remarked after a long silence. „I just feel like I could’ve prevented you from the pain,” you told her.

Zelda just shook her head and patted next to her on the bed. You followed her plea and sat next to the witch, staring down at your hands. „I haven’t told you this for weeks now, but I love you,” the older woman said and took your hand into hers. You slowly placed your head on her shoulder. „I love you too, but never ever marry anyone again as long as we are together” you had to add that. „Never” she mouthed before planting soft kisses along your jawline. „As dominant as ever” you giggled before the woman pressed you down on the bed beneath.

The room was filled with ecstasy and lust after Zelda was finished pleasuring you. You snuggled closer to her chest, not daring to leave her side again. Zelda’s red locks covering your face once more, made you feel comfortable with falling asleep. ‘You’ll be there for her on every step of the way, no matter how much strength it may take’ you thought to yourself before sleep hit you.

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[thewildomega]

Second Chance ch.20

Walking through the shops with Izo and Zella you chatted about this and that. You had told Izo what your wedding dress looked like when he asked, stating it would help him dress Ed. 

"Would you like him in a suit?" 

"No I think that would be a bit much, I think we both agreed on a simple, laid back wedding." you told him and saw Zella nod. 

"Alright, I think I have an idea. So what about clothes for you now. Pops said I had to make sue you get clothes and shoes and so far all we have gotten is stuff for my nephew." 

"You don't know it's a boy." Zella smiled. 

"I think it's a boy too, sorry Zel." you grinned and heard her chuckle lightly.

"It's okay I think it's a boy as well but Marco says it's a girl." she told you both. 

"What kind of stuff do you like? This island has more to choose from, they will likely have your size." Izo spoke. 

Humming you tilted your head and bit your lip. Glancing down to Izo you grinned. "Make me look attractive for your father." 

"Pops already finds you attractive." Izo grinned. 

"Aright help me tease your father." you said and saw the man smile. 

"That I can do." 

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Finishing up everything they needed to do he made sure everything was getting loaded onto the ship before he went in search of his lass. Walking into his cabin he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell onto her. She sat in his desk chair with one leg crossed over the other and a book in her hand. When she took notice of him he saw her lower the book and smile at him before flipping it close and sitting it on the desk. 

"Well hello there sailor." your greeted but he didn't reply. "Did you get your stuff done?" 

Slowly walking closer to her he let his eyes scan up her body, all the way from her new knee high black leather boots, up her stripped purple and black pants that hugged her curves. Stopping only for a moment to admire her hips he lifted his eyes to her torso that was dressed in a simple white off the shoulder tunic, the laces down the front slightly undone enough that he could see a bit of her tattoo and skin. Over that was a black leather belt corset that matched her boots and pulled her waist in some. The necklace he had made her hung around her neck and he noticed she even had a dark red bandana on her head, her long hair flowing freely from under it like his own. Snapping his eyes to hers he saw they had been slightly lined to make them pop. Stumbling on the corner of the desk some he got his footing and grumbled a bit but quickly looked back to her. Swallowing thickly and licking his lips he looked down at her as he got to stand right in front of her. "I have to admit darlin' this was not what I was expecting when I told you to get some new clothes." 

"Izo helped me." you told him with a grin, feeling tiny under his stare.

Kneeling down in front of her he glanced down again to her cleavage and then her hips. "Remind me to send him off shopping with you more often." he said, his voice deep and low. Rubbing his hand up her knee and thigh to grip her hip he felt that heat pool back to his lower abdomen. 

"So you like it then?" you asked, your voice wavering a bit when that tingling started up under his massive hand and moved between your thighs. 

"Aye lass though they may not last long." he told her, his grip on her hip becoming a little harder.

"Why?" you asked, were they badly made or something?

" 'cause if we was married they'd be in shreds on the floor right now." he said and saw her blush. Pushing his hand around her to her lower back he pulled her to the edge of the chair and claimed her lips in a desperate kiss. It took no time at all for him to work his tongue into her mouth and all too soon he felt his cock straining against his pants.... again. Groaning he held her with one hand on her lower back and the other in her hair, cradling the back of her skull. 

Placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his neck you moved your mouth along with his, trying to breath as his thick tongue filled your mouth. When his mouth moved down your jaw and to your neck you inhaled sharply at the feel of his hot muscles licking your thin skin. Gasping as he bit at you gently you could feel your panties becoming damp. You wondered if he knew how easily he was turning you to putty? 

Licking over the area he just nipped he felt his body tense, what he wouldn't give to drag his tongue over the entirety of her body. Groaning he nipped her earlobe and held her close to his chest as her lifted her up. Taking her over to the bed he laid her down on her back in the middle of it and followed after her. Kissing all of the skin he could he cracked his eyes open to glance towards her cleavage. His mouth again watered at the thought of having one of her pert nipple in his mouth. "Oh lass, the things I want to do to you." 

His voice was so deep it sent shivers down your spine. Blushing you licked your lips, the feel of his hot breath on your chest making your heart hammer. With your bent legs on either side of his hips you could feel the heat radiating off of him and you couldn't help but wonder how it would feel when the both of you finally laid together skin on skin. "W..well just a few more days and then I'm all yours." you said in a small voice and heard him growl deeply. 

Kissing back up her neck he pressed his lips to hers. Keeping his mouth on hers he held himself up with one arm while the other moved to his pocket to fish out the small box there. Opening it and removing the item inside he tossed the box to the bed before pushing his hand up to hers. 

Feeling something get pushed onto your finger you broke from his mouth and knit your brows. Turning your head some and lifting your hand slightly you felt your lips part slightly when you saw the ring now adorning your finger. It was a opal cut into a a oval shape and set in the middle of smaller diamonds. The band it's self was a light gold and very shinny. The whole ring was very beautiful and you blinked for a moment before snapping your eyes to his two warm yellow ones that were staring down at you lovingly. 

Seeing her slight confusion he grinned softly, "I said I'd get you a ring. Do you li..." silenced with a kiss he hummed and then chuckled when her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down closer to her if it were possible.

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The day was finally here, your heart hammered against your chest and you couldn't stop moving your hands. What if he changes his mind? What if he regrets it? You blamed half of your nerves on your dress being a bit too loose still and the thought of what would happen later tonight. The other night Ed had finally asked you the question you had been dreading...

"Darlin' I got something I need to ask ya, something that I need to know before our weddin' night."

Looking up to him as he made his way over to the bed you set down the hair brush and felt your stomach twist. "O..okay." you said, attempting to keep your voice even. As he sat on the bed in front of you, you met his yellow eyes. 

"Have ya ever... well what I mean is are you a virgin?"

You knew it was coming but that didn't make you any less anxious on the matter. He must have sensed you apprehension because soon he was speaking again.

"It truly doesn't matter to me lass, I promise it won't change a thing I just need to know before hand so I... So I know how to take things that night."

Sighing you looked down to where his hand had moved to hold yours. "Yes." you answered honestly and could practically feel his body stiffen. Looking up to him you glared at him slightly from under your brows, "So much for it not mattering.."

"It doesn't sweetheart I just... I don't want to hurt you is all. Truth is I've never actually had sex with a virgin before so I didn't have to worry about that and..."

Understanding now what he was so worry about you grinned slightly. You yourself had been worried he wouldn't like you being a virgin because that would mean you wouldn't be good at at. Ed had told you he wasn't a virgin and you could only guess how many women a catch like him had been with so you were nervous about not being enough for him. Not being able to please him. "Ed I've never had sex with a man, I'm a virgin but I don't have a hymen." Seeing his confusion you took a deep breath, "I've already broken it." More confusion. "Oh my god, just because I have never had sex doesn't mean I haven't gotten my rocks off another way." Now it seemed to click and you saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink before he leaned closer to you.

"Care to go into detail about that lass?"

Rolling your eyes you moved your foot to kick him off the bed, the room shaking with a loud 'thump'.

As it turns out you still were very nervous both for tonight and the wedding. You were never a fan of being the center of attention. Taking a deep breath you let it out slowly through your mouth and looked up at your reflection in the mirror. Zella had helped you with your makeup and hair, leaving everything simple like you wanted. Your dress was simple in that way too, two thin straps held the lightweight lace fabric on your body. It hugged your upper half and hips before turning loose and airy at the bottom. The neckline was a v cut but modest enough not to show everyone your goods. The back had to be your favorite, the deep v cut showing off most of your back. Hearing a small knock you turned to the door and saw Marco there. He was dressed in a pair of tan pants and a white button up shirt with the first one undone. Giving the man a small smile you couldn't help from blushing a bit you saw his brows raise. "I hope you aren't here to tell me your father jumped ship."

Chuckling Marco shook his head. "No. I just figured you might want escort. I'd me honored if you're okay with that."

Feeling your heart warm you smiled and nodded. Seeing him hold his arm out you walked over to him but stopped when he spoke.

"Oh, don't want to forget these." he said with a grin, grabbing his soon to be mother's bouquet of wildflowers and handing them to her.

Blushing you bit your lip and grinned, looking down on them. "Thanks."

"Don't be nervous Y/n. Everything is fine and in just a little while you and pops will be married and then we can all drink."

Laughing you smiled down at the man. "Thank you Marco not just for this but for... for accepting me. You and the rest of your family."

Grinning softly he hummed, "You make my Pops happy y/n, happier than I've seen him in a long time. It should be me thanking you." Seeing the woman smile warmly at him he let out a huff and a nod. "Now lets go before Pops sends someone to get us and Zella eats all the fruit." 

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He stood under the archway that his sons had built and decorated with flowers. Looking to the trees around them on the hill he felt the soft breeze blow his hair and glance up to the sky that was filled with many colors of orange, pink, purples and blues. It had been a beautiful day and was thankfully looking to be a wonderful night as well. He hadn't been able to see his love since yesterday, Zella and Vista demanding they spend the night apart. 'It's traditional.' they had told him as he rolled his eyes, they had been sleeping in the same bed for over a month now so he didn't see why it mattered but he didn't say anything. Now that he stood here waiting he could see why it was pushed, he did feel more excited to be with her. He missed her and was desperate to hold her again. Facing away from where he knew y/n would walk in from he moved to unbutton the damn dress shirt Izo had forced him to wear.

"Pops would you please leave it alone, you can take it off after the ceremony." Izo told him from where he was sitting with the rest of his sons.

Growling he moved to cross his arms over his chest and heard some of them snicker. Scanning his eyes over the crowd he furrowed his brows when he noticed Marco wasn't here, perhaps he was finishing something up. "Where's Marco?" he asked Jozu and saw the man shrug his shoulders. He would hope his son wouldn't miss his wedding. Looking to the side he met Xander's eyes. Xander was one of the few people left that had known him since he was a child himself, the old man helping to take care of him and the other orphans on the island. He was one of the oldest and kindest person here and it was for that reason he had asked him to be the person to wed him and his bride. 

The older man smirked at the look on the notorious pirate's face, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Seeing Marco and y/n making their way towards them he nodded his head in their direction making his old friend turn to look.

Turning around he ignored the small crowd of people there to witness their union as his eyes locked onto his bride. He felt his breath catch when he took her in. She was so beautiful that for a moment he forgot to breath. He was surprised to see that she wore a lace dress, he knew she was getting her Mrs. Hall to make her a dress but he never imagined it being lace. It was white and fit her body well, flowing around her hips and dragging a little behind her. Her h/c hair flowed down her back with small pins every now and again. Her face held a soft smile that met her eyes. He could tell she was nervous by the slight shaking of her hand holding onto Marco's arm. So that is where his son had went. He felt pride feel his chest at the sight of his first escorting his bride to him. Reaching him Marco gave her a grin and then him a smile before taking her flowers and moving to take his seat beside his wife. Swallowing hard he held his hand out for her to take, stroking his thumb over the back of it once she moved to stand beside him. Smiling he felt his heart beat in his chest and couldn't stop from leaning down to peck her cheek. 

"You aren't supposed to do that yet Edward." Xander scolded smacking the large man's leg with his cane. 

Hearing everyone laugh as Ed took no regard for the rules you smiled and looked into his warm yellow eyes as he pulled back. He looked do handsome, Izo had outdone himself. You certainly didn't regret not making him wear a suit. His simple wedding attire of tan dress pants, a white button up shirt and a light brown vest with a single wildflower pinned to the left side made him look extremely handsome. His son must have also talked him into leaving out the bandana for the special occasion and had instead his long golden locks blew laid down his shoulders, blowing slightly in the breeze. You truly were a lucky woman. 

Holding hands with your Ed as Mr. Xander started the ceremony you saw Ed wink at you and felt your cheeks heat up. He was doing this on purpose. When it came time for your vows your heart beat like a drum in your chest and your stomach doing flips but took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "I vow to express my love for you as often as I breathe each breath. I promise that each kiss will be filled with more love than the last and that our days together will grow in love and devotion. I vow to cherish you, devote my life to you and always be true... I also promise to back you up when you say it's a beard when it clearly isn't." you finished and heard everyone start laughing making you giggle lightly as well. 

Chuckling and shaking his head at the end of her vows he licked his lips and nodded, his face split into a large smile. "I should have known." he said and heard everyone laugh lightly. When it was time for his own vows he stood tall and looked down into her shining eyes. Feeling that warmth in his heart he took a deep breath, "As I have spent my whole life looking for my other half, I knew it was you from the moment we met. Although it is until death do us part, I know that we will never truly part because our souls are made for each other. To promise to love you in sickness and in health, in good and in bad is the easiest promise I’ve ever made, because vowing to love you was something I decided when I first met you. Today you will be my wife, but we will be soulmates forever."

Blinking away tears you looked up at him and grinned, "You win." you smiled and saw him chuckle. Drinking from the cups you tried to keep from making a face which only made Ed chuckle. Something was said about Ace and Thatch making Ed have to swallow hard and you squeeze his hand reassuringly. You knew he missed his Sons and wished they would have been here to share this moment with him.

"Now. You may kiss your bride." Xander said with a look to the young man. 

Grinning he bent down and pressed his lips to hers, his wife. He smirked and held in his chuckle when she quickly pulled away from the kiss as everyone watched and cheered. Glancing down at her he saw she was blushing and gave a loud laugh. As they were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Newgate he felt pride fill his chest and stood tall. 

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Sitting on Ed's lap you smiled and laughed as everyone enjoyed themselves. There was tons of food and sake and even cake. Somehow or another Curiel and some of the others had managed to hook your phone up to a speaker to have music playing as well. Everyone had eaten and talked and danced and everything was just so perfect. Never in your life did you ever dream you would be this happy, that you would have all these amazing people in your life. A Family.

Laughing at his sons he turned his head as he went to take another drink from his sake. Letting his eyes fall to that of his wife sitting on his his lap he swallowed the drink in his mouth and grinned. She looked so beautiful. His heart hammered in his chest, she was his wife, he was married to this wonderful woman, his soulmate. She was paying him no mind at the time, busy clapping along and watching his... their family and friends party. A carefree smile was on her face, her eyes shining from the light of the large fire. Her cheeks were a bit red from the sake she had shared with him making him chuckle softly to himself. Dropping his eyes to her back which was facing him he licked his lips at the sight of her bare skin. Rubbing his hand over the soft skin he felt his cock twitch when he thought of what was to come. Tonight was the night, tonight he would finally be able to see, to touch, to experience all of her. 

Turning around to look back at him when you felt him rub your back with his warm, calloused hand you saw him starring at you. The look on his face was one you had seen before, although not often. His chin was raised some, his mouth set in a firm line with the corners slightly turned up. His jaw was hard, along with his brow. Those yellow eyes however were focused, determined and slightly lidded, his pupils dilated to leave them almost black. Just the sight of him alone made a pressure form between your thighs. Watching him take another drink from the bottle of sake you turned in his lap some and leaned into his chest. It had come of no surprise when he had quickly unbuttoned both his shirt and his vest as soon as the reception had started and Zella had gotten one good photo of the both of you. Rubbing your hand up his hard abs and barrel chest you laid your ear over his heart and heard it thumping as you peered up at him. "And what are you thinkin' about?" 

Swallowing his sake he let out an 'ahhh' as he set it down on the arm of the chair and looked down to her with a small grin. Feeling her small hand rubbing his chest he felt something along the lines of a low growl rumble in his chest. "My beautiful wife." Seeing her blush he chuckled. When her fingers tugged on his hair he dipped his head to kiss her, holding her with his left arm and rubbing his right hand up her thigh. Humming at the taste of her lips and the feel of her hand on his neck he cracked his eyes open when the noise got a little louder. Looking out he saw his sons had started up their drinking games, everyone focused on that for the time being. Perfect timing. Moving his right arm under her knees he held her tightly as he stood from his chair. Leaving the party without anyone noticing he carried his wife up the dark hillside towards their home while continuing to kiss her. 

Moving his lips against her soft ones he lightly licked at her bottom lip and then rolled his tongue into her mouth when she parted her lips. Getting to the front door he opened it, carrying her inside and shutting it behind them before locking it. So help anyone who dared disturb him tonight... or the next few days for that matter. Tasting the wine she had drank earlier mixed with that of her own taste he felt desire fill him and pulled her body tighter to his chest. Kicking off his boots he made his way towards the bedroom, shutting and locking that door just incase. Moving to hold her with one arm under her ass he rolled his tongue about her mouth as he shook the shirt and vest from one shoulder then the other.  Standing her on her feet in front of the bed he bent over to continue kissing her for a time until he pulled away. Looking into her lidded eyes he could see lust there but also nervousness. Gripping her hips he rubbed circles over her pelvis bone with his thumbs while pecking her lips and then chin and jaw until he got to her neck.

Closing your eyes when he started messaging your hips you felt his hot mouth move down to your throat. There was no doubt in your mind he knew about that secret spot on your neck because that is exactly where his mouth went. Sucking in a quick breath through your nose you felt his hands rub up your sides to the straps of your dress and slowly but surly the lightweight material fell to your feet. After that his warm hands moved back to your sides, rubbing down over your waist and down to your hips, holding you firmly as he leaned back enough to look at you. 

Slowly pulling away enough to look over his wife his breath caught in his throat. She wasn't wearing a bra which he figured she wasn't with the cut of the dress but she was wearing a white pair of lace panties that matched her dress. He didn't know where to look first. Her breasts, her perfect breasts that made his mouth water or her hips that he wanted to rub. What about her collarbone and shoulders that he wished to mark with his mouth. All of her was just about too much for him to handle. Licking his lips he forced his eyes up to her face and saw her standing there with her lip bitten between her teeth some. Nervous. Anxious. "You gonna let me touch ya now darlin'?" he asked in a low voice.

You had been standing there as he looked over your body and you could feel your nerves picking up more and more as the seconds went by. When he spoke and you felt his knuckles brushing up your sides but not yet moving to touch your breasts you swallowed hard. There was a hint of playfulness to his voice and you grinned slightly as you hummed, pretending to think about it. He quickly caught on however and gave a growl before wrapping his arm around you, supporting you with his large hand on your back. Kissing his lips and wrapping your own arms around his neck while he moved you both onto the bed.

Laying her on her back in the middle of the large bed he held himself above her with his one forearm and his knees. Kissing her neck and throat he moved his free hand to rub down her side and grip her hip. He massaged her hipbone for a time as he went about sucking and nipping her neck. Even moving over to give her shoulder attention. He was in no rush and planned on getting to know the entirety of his wife's body. Looking at her breasts again he growled lowly, rubbing his hand up her side he cupped the soft mound of flesh in his hand. His cock throbbed in his pants and he felt her small body give a flinch under him when he pinched her pert nipple between his knuckles. Smirking into her neck he slowly kissed his way down her chest and over her tit. Flicking his tongue over the neglected nipple her heard her gasp and felt her body flinch a bit more this time. Smirking he wrapped his lips around it and sucked the tender nub into his mouth. Glancing up at her from under his brow he saw her eyes looking at him in both shock and desire. Smiling he held the nub between his teeth and bit down, not enough to hurt her but enough to tell her that he was only getting started. When her head fell back to the bed he sucked more at her breast until her nipple was left tender.

Your back arched off the bed when he sucked and bit at the skin of your chest. You couldn't do much but caress his warm skin, feeling the hard muscles underneath. Both of your nipples took a turn with his mouth until he was kissing down your ribs and side. Feeling his hand move down your hip to the lace panties you felt his breath just over your naval before a ripping sound was heard and you gasped. "Ed I just got those." you scolded, feeling him rip the other side as well until they hung loosely on you. 

Chuckling he kissed her stomach. "I'll get ya some more." he told her as he tossed the panties behind him somewhere in the room. Leaning up on his forearm more he looked down at the treasure and growled deeply. Staring down her naked body he licked his lips and grinned. To think this was now all his. He could smell her arousal and it only fueled his raging lust. Growling low in his throat he moved his hands behind him to her ankles, stroking up the entirety of her leg before he swirled them around on the inside of her thighs. Kissing her pubic bone he went to settle himself between her legs but felt her tense up. Looking up he saw her avoiding his eyes but he could see the deep red on her cheeks and smiled softly, oh yes she was definitely a virgin. He watched her closely as he peppered the lips of her sex with soft kisses, licking over her slit with the flat of his tongue she gasped and tried to close her legs. "Oh no you don't. You had your dessert earlier, now it's time I had mine." he told her with a smile as he spread her legs again, lifting one of her legs to lay over his shoulder and the holding the other thigh in his hand. Watching her he slowly licked again at her, this time slipping the tip of his tongue past her lips and flicking it against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

If it wasn't for his large hand holding your leg you would have shut them on reflex again. Closing your eyes tight you felt him lick slowly up your sex, each time coming closer and closer to your entrance until soon he pushed the large, hot muscle inside and you had to bite down on the back of your hand to keep from screaming out. 

Hearing her muffled moan he looked up and saw her biting down on her hand and quickly grabbed hold of her arm to pull it away from her mouth. "I do believe we've already addressed this lass." he said before lapping at her sex. She still tried to keep from making a sound so he lowered his hand from her arm to press a finger to her tight sex. Pride filled his chest when he noticed how wet she was. Slowly pushing his finger inside of her and this time earning a moan from his female he grinned. Groaning when he realized how tight she was around his finger he felt his cock ache in need, he was definitely going to have to ready her more before she could take him. 

You whimpered as he fucked you with his fingers. Gasping when he added another. His fingers were large, two alone felt like the same size as your toy you had back at the cabin. Made you wonder how much larger was his cock, was the thing even going to fit inside of you?  With his mouth and hand both playing your body like a violin you soon started to feel that cord in your lower pelvis becoming tight. Withering under his ministrations you felt him tighten his hold on your leg and suck hard at the apex of your thighs, no doubt leaving marks. 

He could feel her close to her climax and smirked, "Let go darlin'. Sing fer me." Pumping two of his fingers into her he latched back onto her clit and sucked hard until he felt her walls tighten around his fingers and her back arch off the bed. She cried out until her high slowly started to fade. Her body trembling slightly and flinching when he gave one last long lap up her slit, swallowing down what was now his favorite thing. Chuckling when her breasts gave a jiggle he pulled his fingers from her, licking them clean before moving his hand down to undo his own pants. Kicking them down his legs and off the bed he heard the thump as his belt hit the floor. Crawling up her body he nipped her tit, flicking his tongue over the tattoo on her sternum. Settling between her legs he looked down to his soulmate, his wife and felt that warming in his heart, that pull. 

Going to peak down at your husband you were stopped when he moved his finger to your chin and lifted your eyes back to his. He was just looking at you, those yellow eyes filled with lust but no less warm. Just looking into them helped ease your nervousness a little. His body was putting off so much warmth. Being under him like this made it all the more obvious how much bigger he was than you. While in any other situation it would probably be frightening you felt nothing but safe and secure. The feel of his skin on yours indescribable. 

Catching her before she could see him he looked into her eyes for a moment. He didn't want her to see him naked yet. He was well aware that he was a well endowed man and didn't want to make her even more nervous than she already was. Feeling her hands on his back and shoulder he sighed. Lowering his body to hers he stroked her jaw with his fingertip, "I love you y/n." 

With a warming in your heart you smiled softly at him, "I love you more." 

"Now those are fightin' words lass." he told her with a grin that she returned. Dipping his head to kiss her lips he rolled his tongue into her mouth to distract her. Grabbing his cock he ran it up her slit to coat the head in her slick before lining up with her opening. Easing into her he gripped the bedsheet beside her head hard enough to turn his knuckles white and broke from her mouth to groan into her neck. "Oh fuck." he growled. It had been so long. Gritting his teeth at how tight she was he almost had the first few inches of his cock inside of her when she gasped, gripping his back hard enough that he could feel her nails threatening to break his skin. Pulling back and then rolling his hips slowly he heard her give a small whimper and moved his hand to message her hip in an attempt to sooth her. Peppering her neck with sloppy kisses he kept his pace slow, refusing to hurt her in his need for more. 

Biting your lip at the uncomfortable stretch you felt his body tense, heard his breathing turn to pants as he tried to keep a slow pace for you.  Holding onto his back like it was your life line you felt your mouth fall open when he thrusted in a little deeper this time. Each time he pulled out and rolled his hips back into yours he let his cock go deeper inside of you. Already you felt incredibly full and wondered how much more there was of him until soon you felt his lower half meet yours. You didn't have to see his cock to know that it was massive, in fact you fairly certain the thing was going to split you into. Moaning when it rubbed against a sensitive area inside of you you let your eyes flutter close.  

He groaned and grunted with every thrust of his hips. She was so perfect, she was so tight, at first painfully tight but now that she was adjusting it just felt great. He was certain he had never felt anything more amazing in his life. That pulling in his chest had turned into a comfortable warmth, like some warm blanket that had wrapped around the both of them. Kissing at her neck he caged her in with his body, feeling her legs tighten on either side of his hips. Sucking marks into her neck and collarbone he growled when her pussy tightened around his cock, his eyes rolling back some.  Moving his hand from her hip under her to hold her ass he picked up speed.

His mouth was all over the place, sucking and biting at your neck, swirling his lounge around your mouth. Whimpering you felt a intense pressure in your lower pelvis and curled your toes. He was growling and grunting deeply now, sounding so primal and it was quickly sending you to your second climax. As his large hand moved up your hip to your breast and palmed it, pinching your nipple between his rough knuckles you cried out. White light flooded your vision and your back arched to push your chest up into his hand. Squeezing his large bicep and shoulder blade as every muscle in your body tightened you cried out.

She was crying out his name now and he couldn't hold back any longer. A loud, deep grunt left his throat and he pushed in as deep as he could to fill her with his seed. Biting down on her neck he heard her cry out but he didn't stop. That pressure in his chest had turned into a pull so strong it was like a magnet keeping them together. Holding her tightly he growled around her skin in his mouth and lazily rolled his hips, riding out the last of his high. Soon she went limp under him and he released her flesh to lick over the deep bruise he knew was there. Staying inside of her for a few moments he peppered any skin he could reach in tender kisses. His whole body felt warm and relaxed, sated. It was funny he had never felt the after sex high this intense before. Glancing up to her face he noticed she looked to be sleeping and smirked.

Deciding it was time to separate he let out a deep hiss when he pulled his sensitive cock from her tight heat. This movement seemed to rouse her somewhat, her clumsy hands trying to cling to him. Chuckling lightly he moved to lay beside her on the bed, tugging the covers up over them. Settling down he helped her cuddle up in his side when she seemed to be having trouble. Wrapping his arm around her he stroked her wild hair out of her face and kissed her forehead when she nuzzled his chest. Letting out a deep sigh he rubbed her back. "Goodnight my wife."

[ridetherain]

Some Zelink parenting to make me feel better. Happy Mother's Day to the mothers.

Superpower

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"Link," Zelda said, "Can you hold the baby for Rhondson? She's agreed to fit me for that cold-weather gear we agreed on."

I gave her a swift nod and cautiously took the sleeping bundle. Rhondson spent a moment adjusting my arms and grip before she gave my head a pat and bustled behind a partition with Zelda.

I let the two women's discussion of what color and cut would be best for our adventures fade to the back of my mind as I wandered around the recently expanded shop. Rhondson had moved on from just Gerudo styles to add some Rito cloth (likely due to Fyson's enterprising) and even a few water-resistant options. None were as good as my Zora armor, but still quality fabric.

Zelda and I have spent the last several years touring Hyrule and stitching the disparate peoples into one community. Zelda steered any discussion of retaking the throne to a more democratic direction and, after we married, I understood her fear and supported democracy wholeheartedly. So instead, we found ourselves working as neutral parties and messengers throughout Hyrule.

The Rito outgrew their village a generation ago but resisted expansion into Hebra while the calamity ruled. Zelda and I were preparing for an extended survey of the mountains for a suitable location to build a new town.

I slowly circled the shop again and gave the baby a gentle bounce when Rhondson and Zelda's conversation turned into an argument.

"Rhondson! I'm going to be out in the wild for weeks! Roughing it! Sleeping in tents! Climbing mountains!"

"Just be careful! If you watch where you step then it shouldn't matter. You're the Princess! I won't have you leave this shop in anything but my best work! Besides, you said your jacket was white Before!"

"Hyrule is a democracy!"

I gave a little cough to remind them that other people exist. Zelda stepped out from behind the partition without a shirt on and glared at me. I smiled and covered the sleeping baby's eyes with one hand.

"Zelda!" I scolded, "Madison will see!"

She stuck her nose in the air and spoke to Rhondson without looking away or moving out of sight.

"Fine. Just do the pink then. Anything but white."

I smirked and tried to cover it by looking down and pretending to be fascinated by Madison's habit of sleeping while I'm holding her. Zelda hated pink. When I chanced a glance back up I saw immediately that I did not trick her and the thoughtful look on her face meant she was already planning her revenge.

---

Her revenge sucked. For me, anyway, I'm sure she enjoyed herself. My beautiful Rito set of winter gear was dyed. The jacket was a horrendous yellow and, predictably, the pants were pink. Every time she caught sight of me she started laughing. Worst of all, she clearly used some of our best ingredients to dye her pink jacket to a nice shade of dark blue so I'm the only one looking ridiculous.

The Rito children all loved my colorful appearance when we returned with our survey results. Kaneli was polite enough not to comment, but pretty much everyone else in the village did and by the time I got to the children I gave up and just let them hang on me and enjoy the mismatched clothes.

Zelda flashed me another smile at the sight of my clothes but stayed out of the fray with Amali.

"Mister Link? I'm tired."

"That's good," I said, "It's pretty late, so you're supposed to be tired."

Cree thought hard about what I said for a minute. Her little face scrunched up and I subtly glanced at my wife. She was glaring again. Cree gave a nod and wandered off to her bed with a sleepy "'night Mister Link" and the rest of the children followed her out. I gave Zelda my full attention.

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

I sighed. She'd tell me eventually. Or maybe not. Sometimes she forgot. I suppressed a smile at the thought. She'd been ridiculous lately, but after the stress of this trip is out of her system I was certain she would get back to her usual self.

---

Zelda did eventually get back to her usual self. By the time we got back to Hateno, Zelda was on another project and writing furiously in her journal. For once she wasn't letting me in on the project and didn't think out loud other than complete incomprehensible gibberish. The notebook she was using had lists drawn up of completely random words under number headings with no context.

Whatever she was into this time was pretty big and was taking all her energy. She didn't consult books which probably meant she was working on ancient technology again. That's the only subject she knew better than any book written. Eventually, I decided I needed to say something. She wasn't taking proper care of herself. She was eating well, but she wasn't out walking as much and it showed a little. She would be angry with herself when she pulled out of her project and found herself unable to hike up to the tech lab with me.

"Zel? Want to come up to the pond with me? We can go swimming."

"No, sorry, I'm a little busy today."

"You've been busy a lot lately. What have you been working on?"

Zelda looked nervous when she flipped the pages back and turned them to face me. I looked curiously at the lists she's been working on.

"One... Significant people... Sleep... Sitting... What is this?"

"Developmental milestones."

I still didn't understand. She grimaced and pushed her hair back from where it had fallen in front of her eyes. It revealed the dark circles from lack of sleep.

"For children."

"Oh..." I looked at the list again, "Did Amali ask for help? Is something wrong with one of the girls?"

"No, it's not for her... It's for us."

I was going through each girl one at a time and considering the items on the list. None of them stuck out to me.

"I wanted a clear timeline. Amali said there wasn't a book on how to raise a child, but I'm so worried about forgetting something so I figured I would write everything I could think of down and ask as many people as possible."

It took a minute for her words to filter into my head. I decided that Kheel was a little behind her sisters, but that was fine because she was the youngest. And Madison was too little still for most everything on the list. My muscles seized up and my breath started coming quicker. I spent one terrifying moment tense without knowing why I was so afraid.

"For... us..."

The room was tilting. This must be what Zelda means when she says she doesn't like being on the Sheikah towers.

"Yes, Link. Who else would I do this for?"

Okay. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Zelda was still talking. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Make sure you understand.

"You're pregnant." I said, confirming.

"Yes."

"With a baby."

She scrunched her nose at me.

"Yes with a baby. What else would I be pregnant with?"

I finally looked up into her eyes and her whole face softened at me.

"Oh, Link, don't panic. Yes, I'm pregnant. We're going to have a little baby here next spring. You're going to be a wonderful father."

My heart stuttered in its rhythm at the word "father." My hyperventilating stopped. My breathing stopped. Something wet hit my cheeks and I realized I was crying. I looked through blurry eyes at Zelda and saw her smiling back at me.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just panicked. And I thought you'd stop our Hebra survey early if you knew."

The happiness I had started to recognize was immediately shoved out of the way for my terror.

"You were pregnant!" I fairly screeched in her face. I opened my mouth to shout at her some more, but nothing came out. I didn't have words that matched my fear so I closed my mouth and stared at her with wide eyes. The hyperventilating was back.

---

I was unbearable. I know I was because Zelda told me so repeatedly. I was mostly fine until it became obvious that she was pregnant. Something about the visual of a bump made the child more real than her words ever could.

We visited Kakariko, but I refused to take her further afield than that. Madison was almost a year old now and we hadn't seen her since before I knew of Zelda's pregnancy. Rhondson sent letters and I know Zelda wanted opinions from another woman who had recently given birth, but it was too far and too dangerous. I flat-out refused to let her teleport with the Slate. She was so angry with me that she kicked me out of the house and I had to spend the night at our cookpot. I told her I took a room at the inn. When I tried to convince her to let me move the bed downstairs she finally put her foot down and I was left to grumble.

She's due in a couple weeks and I've timed myself at running to the midwife. It takes seven minutes for me to get there and it will probably be more to bring her back.

Zelda had her feet up in front of the fire since the winter chill hadn't quite left Hateno yet despite the start of spring. Her hand was rubbing gentle circles into her stomach.

"Link, I need your superpowers."

I smiled at our little joke. My skill at putting children to sleep extended to settling an unborn child's kicking. I sat on the floor next to her and leaned my head cautiously against her just in case the baby decided to kick me in the face. Again.

"Come on, kid. Your mom needs some rest." I took over the circling with my hand and hummed the lullaby Zelda taught me.

Zelda sucked in a sharp breath. I hummed a little louder and used my free hand to take hers and gave it a squeeze.

"Link?"

"Hmmm?"

"Don't panic..."

I immediately tensed at the words and looked up at her. Her eyes were tense and a grimace was frozen on her face.

"I need you to go get the midwife."

"You're not due yet," I said stupidly, "we have another two weeks."

Zelda gasped again. I shot to my feet and hovered over her.

"Okay, okay," I said, "Just... Stay here... I'll... Okay..."

I rushed to the door and wrenched it open. Seven minutes plus however much time it takes to get back. I glance back at Zelda. It goes against the grain to leave her in pain. Maybe this is why the other Hero's didn't marry their Zelda.

---

Purah heard my headlong flight through town for the midwife and came down to visit after a few hours. The midwife roped her into helping with the birth and kicked me out of the house. I ended up waiting at the cookpot again while Symin filled the silence.

I shook like a leaf at the sound of Zelda's shouts and gasps. The wooden door only muffled so much. But the moment my child cried nothing could keep me out. I slammed the door open and rushed to the midwife. The woman had no patience for my "hysteria." She made me wait while the baby was cleaned and swaddled.

Zelda was exhausted. She was damp with sweat and weak. I held her hand and pushed her wet hair from her face. I could only glance at her occasionally. My attention was caught by the screaming child at our kitchen table. My child. Our child. The midwife brought the bundle of cloth to us and placed it in Zelda's arms. I helped her keep ahold of the baby - her arms were about ready to give out. The child barely paused for breath between cries.

"Link?" Zelda said, "I need your superpowers."

My hands shook as I arranged my arms as Rhondson had taught me and Zelda carefully passed the bundle to me. I hummed the tune I had been using for months and my superpower held. The cries lessened, but wide blue eyes blinked at me instead of closing in sleep. After so much time worried about pregnant Zelda that I didn't think to worry about my child. I was going to be unbearable.

A daughter.

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x18 Where Bluebirds Fly

Whoop! Whoop! Zel Zel centric!

The yellow brick road! I wish the characters had an adventure in Oz so we’d get to explore it a bit more like we did Wonderland and Neverland.

Back off! Leave young Zel alone! Is magic not a common thing in Oz?

Aww this friendship is adorable. I kinda wish his name was Boq though to tie in with Wicked’s tin man, but they already included Boq.

It always makes me so sad seeing young Zelena. She was so sweet and her father is just the worst! She deserved so much better. She must have gotten her kindness from the little time she spent with her adoptive mothers, cause goodness knows her other three parents are evil. If she was raised by Cora to be Queen, I’m not sure she’d have had the heart to rule through fear like Cora no doubt would have wanted.

Get off baby Robin, you bitch! 

No you can’t hold her a little longer.

The Black Fairy: “I never grow tired of that new baby smell.” She is so freaking creepy.

She’s manipulating you, Zelly!

To be fair Zelena was almost that level of creepy when it came to Snowing’s baby back in s3. 

Lol. Poor Snow.

Okay. It is pretty adorable that Snow has been planning Emma’s wedding since after the first curse haha.

Help! Snow’s being super adorabubble!!

The fact that Zelena is probably Belle’s closest friend at this point lol. Poor Belle. I wish the others cared about her more but I do enjoy her dynamic with Zelena.

Zelena, don’t do it, girl!

Another entrance to the mines?

Other than Stanum (probably breifly) and briefly Glinda (the two-faced biatch) I don’t think Zelena has ever had any friends. She just had her horrible father growing up and that was it, no wonder she craved love so much. She’s always been alone and has known only hatred for something she can’t control (her magic).

Oh, so the Witch of the North is wicked too? Interesting. I wonder if she fell out with Glinda or Glinda turned on her too. I wanna know more about the Wicked Witch of the North! And heck, I wanna know what happened to the Witch of the East too!

Regina’s come to save sis!

God, these two fighting like children again lol.

Even though they’re fighting, Regina’s instinct is still to protect big sis from falling rock.

Getting married at Granny’s lol. But don’t they end up getting married on top of Granny’s or something?

David still not over Whale. Dude, you almost got Kathryn pregnant! You know what, it’s really messed up that they slept with others while cursed, even though they wouldn’t have if they weren’t under its influence. 

I think that deep down, Zelena just wanted a mother again. We still don’t know when her adoptive mother died but I think Zelena was really young. She was the only person to show her love and since Zelena going back in time may not prevent her death, she is desperate to find that love again from her other mother. She will do anything to have that again and that’s why she’s often so desperate to prove herself, she thinks power is the only way to win Cora’s affections. It’s the only thing that will make her mother, the only person she believes can love her, show her the love she so desperately craves.

It’s the king of the forest! 

Why is a Lion in a forest? Or tigers? I’m not even gonna ask.

Is Gideon more powerful than Regina? He knocked her down pretty easily. 

The Black fairy playing hide and seek with the Wicked Witch of the West.

Go Zel Zel!

This scene is so cool!

The Black Fairy can deflect magic? Weird that Blue hasn’t been shown to do that. I guess they have different power sets.

There Regina goes again. She is getting flipped around so easily today lol.

Yes! Thank you! Zelena is stronger than Regina confirmed. I was afraid they were going back on what they’d established in s3. She’s supposed to be more powerful than Cora, according to Rumple, who I think is easily more powerful than Regina. I’m gonna do a magic ranking one day. 

Magic is really affected by emotions. So because Zelena’s emotions are unstable, that makes her magic unstable? Interesting. I love it being connected to their emotions. 

What’s she using Zelena’s magic to do?

That lion is huge!

Oh, she made it into a scaredy cat. I wonder if it can talk.

Don’t say that Regina. Zelena needs you. You need each other deep down. Just wait till s7, you’ll be besties then!

Even though Regina’s hypocrisy this season gets to me a lot, I’m glad that Regina and Zelena’s sisterhood was tested and they didn’t instantly become besties. It makes their friendship all the more real and worth the ride in s7.

Snow: “And if she wanted to get married in a bathroom it would be perfect and exactly what it’s supposed to be.” Oh my God lmao! That would have been the best! 

Umm, how did the crystal summon a tornado portal?

I misremembered. I thought Stanum knew it would drain her magic but he seems like he’s telling the truth that he didn’t.

He’ll be alright. Dorothy will help him.

But what will she do with the crystals? 

Zelena: “You’re all I’ve got, Regina.”

I actually want to cry. This was so brave of Zelena. You can tell how much the idea of destroying her magic breaks her. It is a part of her. She’s had it since the day she was born. Can you imagine ripping away something that is that ingrained in who you are and have always been? It makes me so upset but it was important for her development. 

I wanna hug Zelena! 

It looks painful. I imagine it would be ripping away a part of yourself like that. 

Aww Regina is so proud of her sis and hugs her. I can’t!!

God I was so distraught when they took Zelena’s magic. You don’t understand. I think I still would be extremely distraught if she hadn’t gotten magic back in s7. The important thing was, much like Harry Potter meant to die when Voldemort struck him in the Deathly Hallows, Zelena meant for her magic to be gone forever and that is a bigger sacrifice for her than anyone will ever understand, akin to sacrificing her life. I wasn’t sure she ever would get it back but I wish Robin hadn’t given up her magic. It was very nice of her to do that for her mother, who’s magic was such an important part of her life but can you imagine mother and daughter and Alice and Robin kicking ass with their magic. In my head, Robin gets magic back a short time after the s7 finale. 

Why oh why didn’t we get more of a Black Fairy and Blue Fairy interaction in Storybrooke? At least we get some in the flashbacks next week.

She really hates her.

I can’t remember why Rumple can’t know why his mother gave him up. Guess I’ll find out soon!

This was such a great and important episode for my girl, Zelena. So proud of her. What an emotional rollercoaster! 

[pandoraborn]

17 - I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. || wrongfully accused. ||

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Back at Henrik’s, Marvin remains by Jackie’s bedside. He knows he should go rest and care for himself, but he can’t resist. He runs a thumb down Jackie’s cheek, taking note of his sleeping for. Jackie still hadn’t woken up properly yet, but according to Henrik, he’d stirred briefly, and was still steadily improving. He didn’t need an oxygen mask anymore, he didn’t need to be hooked up to several machines anymore, it seems as if Jackie is finally going to recover wholly. Marvin can tell that Jackie’s own healing is finally kicking in, as well.

He glances up when he hears footsteps shuffle in. He stiffens when he sees it’s Amon, but Marvin refuses to get up. “He’s okay, Amon, I’ve got him.”

“I know. I heard from Henrik and Chase. You could have told me too, you know. Considering I was just as concerned for him.”

“You’ve been giving me the silent treatment for several days, I didn’t think I’d get through to you. I have no reason to talk to you now. Now go away and let me spend time with my husband.”

“The one you abandoned, you mean,” Amon quips.

Marvin flinches. “Can we not do this in here? I don’t want Jackie to wake up to an argument.”

“Okay, so let’s go upstairs then, because I have a lot I’m finally ready to say to you.” Amon’s voice goes flat. “You do not get to tell me no, you have a lot to answer for.”

Marvin says nothing in response. He knows Amon is right, they need to have this conversation. Marvin didn’t think he’d feel so sick all over again. With a quiet sigh, he bends over to give Jackie a small forehead kiss, whispering a promise he’ll come back soon. Jackie murmurs quietly in his sleep, twitching once before going still. With that, Marvin gets up and follows Amon out of the lab and back up into the living room. The only other occupant is Erin, who’s playing on his phone.

“Can you go outside for a bit?” Amon asks politely. “Your dad and I need to talk.”

“This…” Erin starts to argue. He glances up when he sees the expressions on both their faces. “I just remembered I wanted to go see Jackie too, so. You know what? Bye.” He gets up and zooms out of the room in a hurry. 

The two men watch him leave before turning back to face each other. “Okay,” Amon says. “Talk to me. Tell me how exactly you didn’t abandon Jackie because from where I’m standing, it’s pretty damning.”

“I had no choice!” Marvin snarls, losing his temper. “I was backed into a corner, okay?”

“No choice? Damn it Marvin, this was Jackie! I’m have a really hard time not blaming you for his current condition. You have fucking magic, you could have slowed down time to grab Jackie and run. Instead you fled like a coward!” 

“You’re always going to worry about Jackie, aren’t you?” Marvin blurts. It’s inappropriate, he knows. It’s a pointless deterrent from the main conversation, it’s his own jealousy coming out. Is he even jealous of their friendship? He doesn’t know anymore. “I was held prisoner too.”

Amon storms forward, grabbing at Marvin’s wrists. He turns them over, looking at the healing bruises that still remain. “Yes, I can see that. Bruised wrists, chained to the wall, what a tragedy. So sad, definitely more important that your fucking husband who is in a coma from being tortured. You have no fucking shame, Marvin. Then you have to fucking nerve to throw this back in my face like somehow this is a ‘me’ problem.”

“You’d have done the same in my shoes! I made a split second decision to get help, and look, I found you and Chase! You can’t tell me I completely messed up.”

“I never would have left Jackie.”

“You weren’t in my shoes, Amon! You’re sitting there on some high and mighty throne, acting like you would have been all sacrificing for Jackie’s sake. You don’t think I hate myself over what happened? Of course I blame myself! Of course I’m aware Jackie’s upset with me, I’m aware you’re pissed! You fled a scene too when you needed help, when you have your own set of powers to easily defend yourself with. I would give anything for Jackie, and I am.”

“I want you to hate yourself. You deserve to feel guilty, you know why? Because Jackie’s in a coma. He could have avoided meeting Merlin at all had you thought just a little bit harder over your actions. What if Jackie had died? What if-”

“What if, what fucking if,” Marvin snaps. “You’re not married to Jackie, I am. I’ve been beating myself up for days over this, agonizing over your stupid potshots against me, feeling like the most worthless human alive every time I look at my husband! I get you would do everything for Jackie, hooray for you! Get over yourself, acknowledge Jackie has a new life that doesn’t always revolve around you, and let other people love him for once.”

Amon stares for a long minute. “I don’t expect Jackie’s life to revolve around me. I’m well aware he lives a different life now. I just want…”

“So back off me! Yes, I left him. I left to find help, and we all saved him. You kicked ass, Amon. You were there when I needed you, so drop this self righteous act and forgive me. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I left Jackie, I’m sorry every day that I left him in Jason’s hands. I’m always going to blame myself even without your judgement, so just. Back off. I already know.”

“I guess I got a little...carried away,” Amon relents. “I was so focused on Jackie’s condition, I never stopped to ask how you were doing.”

“I’m aware.” Marvin’s voice is short. “I’m traumatized, even though you didn’t ask. Watching Jason torture, poision, and kick Jackie around for two days is not my idea of fun. I close my eyes and wonder if Jackie would have died if not for Henrik. Would he have died if I wasn’t able to find help? Would he have died even if I had taken him with me, miraculously?”

“Marvin…”

“I’m furious, Amon. I’m angry and heartbroken. Because of everything I went through, the most scarring moment was hearing Jackie whisper that he doesn’t trust me anymore. I can take your pot shots, I can take your judgement, I can take everyone hating me for getting myself out of there. Jackie’s opinion is the only one who matters, and he lost his trust in me. That kills me.” He wipes his eyes, turning away. “I want to go sit by my husband’s bedside and watch over him before Henrik wakes up. If you’re done yelling at me, then I’m-”

His phone rings then, and he pulls it out of his pocket with a frown. Is Jackie calling him? No, Jackie’s asleep in the lab without a phone, Erin with him. Confused, Marvin answers. “Hello?”

“Oh, good. Marvin, it’s Vin.”

Marvin blinks as he turns his gaze back toward Amon. “Vin, why are…?”

“I’m at your apartment. Sorry for crash landing in there, but I needed to portal myself somewhere with a special someone. Where are you right now? No one’s here and I only found Jackie’s cell phone.”

“We’re at Henrik’s.” Marvin turns away to ignore Amon’s frantic gesturing. He can still hear the entity slapping at the walls, probably testing for potential portal openings. “We’re all here.”

“Okay, describe the room you’re in. Can we safely portal in?” 

Marvin’s anger is fading, replaced now with a burning curiosity over who Vin is with. Last he’d heard, Vin had been Cian’s prisoner and now he’s in Marvin’s apartment? Marvin turns back around to face Amon, who’s gesturing toward one blank wall, behind the couch. “We’re in the living room,” he begins. “There’s a couch in front of a blank wall, you can portal through it.”

“Describe the room in more detail, I need to be able to see into your head.”

“How can you do that over the phone?”

“I don’t know, I just need to picture it.”

Marvin rolls his eyes, but begins describing the living room, with as many details he can give. He barely finishes his last sentence when a bright green circle of fire appears on the wall. Both Marvin and Amon scramble back just in time for two figures to tumble through, one more gracefully than the other.

Vin is still on his feet, moving closer to Marvin to hand Jackie’s phone over. “Sorry for taking that, but I needed to call someone and you’re in his favorites.” He steps back and grabs at the second figure roughly, hauling her to her feet. “Also, we need a place to store her. I would very much like to keep her with us for a while.”

Marvin blinks, before turning to stare at Amon. Amon is staring at her with blackened eyes, looking ready to lunge at any second. He turns back to Vin, then the woman in his grasp. She, of course, is screaming and swearing angrily, thrashing in an attempt to pull herself free. Her shortened height against Vin would be hilarious in any other situation.

“Certainly,” Marvin finally says, adopting a charming grin. “Welcome to our clan, Danielle, we’re happy to have you.”

“Oh fuck off,” she snaps. “Get this lunatic away from me! Did you know he pushed me out a god damned window?”

“Oh, don’t mind her,” Vin laughs. “She’s a jokester. Now, a place?” 

Marvin sighs. “I’ll go get Jameson.” He turns and leaves the room, figuring if she was trapped with Vin and Amon both, there’s nowhere she can run to.

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[spiritmaiden23]

soft beatboxing as i mourn over the loss of my headcanon banner even if it was ugly. good morning! here’s some quick headcanons! since i have to go in around 12 and don’t really have the time to respond to threads because most of them are on the long side (short ones ye tho but... we’ll see!) 

The Isle of the Goddess, aka Skyloft, is actually bigger than what we see in game with various other islands surrounding it that are like smaller villages when compared to Skyloft. But Skyloft is considered the “main square” of all the other islands due to the fact that Skyloft has everything in it including: big ol’ shopping center, bath house, boarding school, plaza the light tower, the big giant ass hylia statue, and even larger residential area then in-game and other places you’d typically find in larger towns. Things like blacksmith, restaurants, medicine (if not found in the bazaar that mostly sells potions), tailor etc etc are usually found in these other islands. Similar to the Lumpy Pumpkin! The skies aren’t as barren as they are in game because of the various other islands. Zel in her previous life made damn sure to provide everything she could for humanity up in the skies... (i refuse to believe that all of the residents we see are just... the only people, population for sure dwindled a little thanks to demise and his forces however it bounced back up hence hylia making other islands). I’d like to think that /some/ humans remained down in the surface. The sheikah being one of the many, their tribe pretty darn huge compared to OOT and there is sheikah tech but not as advanced as we see in BOTW just yet. There are bandits that fight to survive due to the influx of monsters or people neither good or bad but still know their ways around the lands. Also, there are other lands outside of Hyrule unaffected by the war, so more humans exist in those lands for sure! 

Since moving down to the surface, Zellie adores bathing in the hot springs that the Goron have so graciously shared with fellow skyloftians. Sometimes, she does stay a little too long where she gets very red and a bit dizzy but no worries, she cools down drinking cool milk tea (yet another delightful drink  she’d found when living on the surface). There have been instances where she sometimes pass out though hjsadbaskhb. It’s a way to unwind from the craziness like moving other islands back to the surface since there are some who are hesitant to leave the skies, keeping watch over the Triforce, and just trying to crave her own path in her new life as a mortal goddess. It’s a fact that she’s come to accept and no longer denies or doubts the fact as she did during her journey. 

That said, it’s not wrong to call her Hylia and if one were to know her name she’ll respond to it but she prefers Zelda because it’s a name that she’s grown fond and attached to. Therefore, she’s yet to tell other skyloftians that she’s the goddess reborn, instead taking some time to live in normalcy even for a short bit. Eventually she does tell them of her origins. Her children carries divinity in their veins, as such anyone born from her bloodline are aware of their godly origins, BEFORE, knowledge of that became lost to time (aka Minish Cap) where it’s now just known that the royal family has a mysterious power not common of other Hylians. In the royal archives, the truth exists only there. 

The kingdom of Hyrule is not established until way after her time, hell Hyrule wasn’t even named Hyrule for a while either. They would just call it the surface and leave it at that. With society not fully restored since some islands are taking time to leave the skies there was just not enough thought put into naming the lands. Though some would call it the Lands of the Gods. 

She wants five hundred kids JFKDSBHFJDSB this sounds like a joke but no she honestly wants that happy domestic home with lots of kids. And become that grandma who gives you milk and cookies and tucks you into bed while telling stories of the old days. Who knows who she’ll marry in the future one things for certain, she wishes for marriage.

SHE... DOESN’T LEAVE THE TRIFORCE OUT IN THE OPEN LIKE THAT HWEOH. She’s well-aware how it draws out the hidden greed in one’s heart and knows all too well the many wars that will come out of it. She’s sealed it away using her powers, not in the Light Realm since that doesn’t come until far later but in a place where it’s not easy to find. The knowledge of the Triforce does come out, however, and there have been attempts to kidnap Zel for the location of it... or for her powers once it comes to light that she’s a god. 

Zelda does miss the days of living up in the skies, but it feels right to be back on the surface and prefers life down there. The lands she’d love since her days as Hylia and will continue to love. Back in Skyloft, though she adored it with all her heart, she’d felt... bored. As though she were meant to do something important. Becoming a knight wasn’t enough. The voice she hears calling down to the surface was one that she’d wanted to respond to despite intentional waving it off. She feels complete watching over the Triforce and spending her days on the earth, exploring the lands to map out certain places with Link by her side. However, she worries whether or not Link misses the skies and since he doesn’t really talk about it much she doesn’t know what he wants.

Speaking of, she always, always wants Link to make his own choices after dropping the ball in using him back when she was Hylia. 

She still cleanses her body by praying to the gods and soon starts a pilgramage of her own visiting the springs to pay respects to them. She often goes when different solstices passes by. Of course, the big three have their own seasons (Spring for Farore, Winter for Nayru, Summer for Din, Fall for the spirits of the realm). Though praying in the water with that white dress during the winter time is hell. At the very least, she can wear other clothing she just can’t dunk herself in them when going through the spring waters because that holy dress does have something to itSo :’)))) it’s a tradition that gets passed down in the royal family, hence why ALTTP Zel does this and hell BOTW zel too.

For fun plot thread reasons, there are other stronger demons that have been sealed away. The seals aren’t as strong as Demise’s seal was since they don’t surpass his level. As such, some of the seals are waning away so anytime y’all wanna explore this :eyes: 

There are other temples spotted around the surface! Some housing those stronger demons, others springs, and others ancient tech or writings left behind by the humans. Some temples, are crumbled down due to neglect of care with how long it’s been but there’s still something inside. Other tribes aside from the sheikah have no clue what the hell those buildings are meant for but I’m sure Goroko loves exploring them :’)))

Light magic is neither good or bad much like the Triforce, it has no morality. It can hurt anyone regardless of where you stand, however the monsters are weaker too it. She can do the usual healing, cleansing something or blessing weapons, sealing away enemies and smitting people. I’d like to add more but perhaps next post this one has gone on too long. 

[fatefulfaerie]

Gift

Hey look it’s March 31st. Special day for some but for you it’s just another day with just another oneshot.

Zelda tapped her pencil on the open book, her chin resting on her palm as she stared at the small bell.

“Anyone sitting here?” a voice asked, Zelda’s inner-frustration boiling further when she heard them sit down.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Zelda replied.

“Really? Because the chair I just sat down on seems empty.”

Zelda only got angrier, tapping her pencil faster.

“You know, things seem kind of different today,” the voice continued. “Like something’s missing, isn’t that strange?”

Zelda’s eyebrows twitched. She just wanted him to leave.

“Link isn’t here, okay!” she said as her face came off her hand. “I get it, Groose!”

“Oh, something to punch, that’s right,” Groose said, feigning contemplation. “You know it doesn’t seem like him to miss a day like this one, a very special day indeed...don’t you agree, Zel?”

“My name is Zelda,” Zelda said sharply as she resumed looking to the bell, now with her arms crossed in front of her and her body starting to slink down the chair.

If only she had the power to will Instructor Owlan to ring that bell just a moment sooner. But, no, he just sat there, surely flipping through some mind-numbing book about plant life.

“And yes, Groose,” Zelda added, the spite clear in her voice. “If it’s some small victory you’re after I’ll acknowledge that you and I are in agreement.”

Groose scooted his chair closer excitedly.

“What an occasion,” Groose said. “I say it deserves some celebration. What do you say? A ride in the skies? A date you’ll never forget? I’m not saying I’m a rare find but...Groose doesn’t just pick anyone…”

Did he seriously just refer to himself in the third person?

Owlan suddenly rung the bell, Zelda’s eyes and ears perking up and a sense of relief overcoming her.

Zelda stood up and said,

“You may want to broaden your standards,” before taking her book and leaving.

“Hey! Stop that laughing!” She heard Groose bark as she left, marching straight to the door she’d been thinking about all day.

Trying to contain her anger, she knocked on the door thrice. In actuality it was rather hard, Zelda failing to contain her emotions.

“Link!” she yelled before waiting a couple seconds.

She then knocked harder.

“Link!!”

“For the love of Hylia!” She said as she opened the door and slammed it behind her, now completely fed up. “What in the skies is wrong with you!!”

It wasn’t long before she noticed her mistake, Link slumped over his woodworking desk in what seemed like an extremely uncomfortable position.

He was passed out completely as she cautiously approached him.

“Link,” she said as she shook his shoulder, trying to be gentle.

But it was only a couple seconds before she resigned to a more direct approach, sighing her disappointment before outright yelling,

“Link!!”

Link immediately woke up with a flail, falling out of his chair without any sort of summoned grace.

With hands planted behind him, he panted heavy breaths before seeing Zelda standing over him with crossed arms.

He rubbed his eyes, squinting before opening them again.

“What are you doing in my room?” He said, in his deep, sleepy voice. “Is it time for school?”

“Sure,” Zelda replied curtly.

“Seven hours ago!” Zelda said loudly, Link closing his eyes with an exhale.

“And I slept straight through it,” Link surmised, starting to stand up and propping the chair back to where it was before he fell. “I’m assuming they’re not going to care that I was up all last night wor--”

Link suddenly looked to Zelda with wide eyes, bringing a hand to his mouth with a gasp.

“Oh no,” Link said slowly.

Zelda’s sad eyes and averted gaze were all he needed to enrapture her in a hug, clutching her.

“I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she replied as she curled her arms around him.

“No, it isn’t,” he started, releasing from the hug. “They didn’t even give me the wood for the bird statuette until two days ago, even though I asked for it last month so I could use the excess to--”

“You carved me something?” Zelda interrupted. She wanted to stay mad at him, but she just couldn’t. The big smile and the excited nod that followed from Link made her heart melt.

He grabbed a small parcel from the table and handled it carefully, Zelda wanting to know what was inside but also enjoying the moment as she stood in wait.

“I finished it late last night,” Link said before correcting. “Well, this morning technically. I guess I finished and then figured I could close my eyes for a second and then there I went.”

“Can I open it?”

“O-oh of course,” Link said nervously as he handed it to her. “Happy Birthday.”

Zelda eyed him with a smile before peeling away the wrapping to find a green wooden box, the symbol of the goddess carved into the top.

“Oh, Link,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”

“Look at what’s inside,” he prompted excitedly, Zelda opening the box before her expression melted completely.

“You d-don’t have to wear them both,” Link started. “Or even at all. Now that I think about it they probably aren’t the most comfortable…”

Zelda was silent, staring at the green bracelets she held with an indistinguishable expression.

“I can carve you something better, if--”

Zelda shook her head, Link noticing the sheen in her eyes.

“I love them,” she said quietly.

Link smiled, letting out a chuckle.

“You did this in two nights?” Zelda asked in disbelief.

“I actually wasn’t sure if I could,” Link replied as Zelda slid one on each of her wrists. The green matched her sash perfectly.

“You really are amazing Link,” she said as she looked at the bracelets, spinning one around her wrist so she could see every bit of Link’s handiwork.

She smirked.

“You know what these will look great with?” She teased knowingly.

“What?” Link asked.

She looked up at Link, a distinct raise in her brow prompting him to know exactly what she was talking about.

“You got the part!” He exclaimed.

Zelda nodded, Link picking her up and spinning her around before placing her back down.

“Didn’t think I’d ever be friends with a goddess.”

“Link,” she started with a giggle. “You know I’m not actually a goddess.”

“Just looking at you, I’d have to disagree.”

Zelda blushed at his words.

“Link,” she said with a slight shake of her head, feeling he flattered her too much.

He always flattered her too much.

“I suppose I should go explain my absence before they kick me out or something.”

“Or disqualify you.”

“Disqualify me?” Link retorted. “From what?”

“Well,” Zelda started teasingly, her hands intertwined behind her back. “A certain goddess may have had a look at the list for the Wing Ceremony next week.”

“No!” He exclaimed excitedly.

Zelda nodded quickly.

“I always miss so much when I’m sleeping.”

“Tell me about it,” Zelda said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes and head.

“I really am sorry if I ruined your birthday.”

Zelda shook her head.

“I wanted to spend my day with you, and now I can.”

Zelda grabbed his hand excitedly.

“Come on,” she said as she started to run, Link tugged right along with her.

“Zelda...I’m still in my pajamas,” Link said as they ran through the academy.

“You’re always in your pajamas,” Zelda retorted, Link trying not to trip as they went up the three steps to the door.

Most students in the hallway rolled their eyes at the two of them as they ran past. People like Karane or Pipit, however, smirked to themselves because they knew of Zelda’s feelings for Link and Link’s feelings for Zelda, respectively.

Groose, of course, fumed with rage as they saw them leave the Academy through the large wooden doors.

Yet, Link and Zelda paid none of their classmates any mind as they approached the nearest Bird Statue.

While birthdays may later be associated with cakes and candles, wishes granted upon the request of one with closed eyes and a certain breath, the people of Skyloft had other traditions.

It was said that to stand before a bird statue on the day of one’s birth was to bless them with good tidings in the year to come.

The common tradition that was coined was for a kiss to take place, whether it be on the forehead or the cheek. Zelda fantasized that her and Link’s first kiss would happen right here, in this spot, on this very day, and in this very moment.

Little did she know that her first kiss would instead be miles and miles beyond the cloud barrier, on the surface she had barely considered. Or that an exact year from now, her and Link would be living on the surface together.

Link hand was in hers as they looked at the bird statue, Zelda slowly losing her courage.

It was always her father to carry on the tradition, giving her a kiss on the forehead and telling her how much he loved her.

What if Link didn’t even know?

Before she even inhaled to mention it, she felt Link peck her cheek.

“Happy Birthday,” he said, Zelda only smiling, looking at the statue with a deep blush on her cheeks.

She wished, holding Link’s hand, for a lifetime of moments like this.

[demonprincezeldris]

Zeldris squeezes into the little cave, impressed by his brothers ability to make such a cozy nest right beneath their noses. Meliodas squeezes further into the corner, eyes wide as he whimpers, nose flailing as he took in the scent of other demon that intruded on his nest. The smell of arousal filled the air, only get run stronger the closer he got to the source. Meliodas truly did want this, Zeldris could smell it, almost taste it on him. He just needs some reassurance that whatever horror that cute little brain of his conjured up about their intentions this time isn’t gonna happen. Once he’s squeezed all the way through the small opening he belated noticed that sheet that acted as a makeshift doorway closing behind him, hiding the tantalizing prize within.

There’s a few lit candles, carefully placed and enchanted d to float so as to avoid the risk of falling over onto the cloth and cushions that made up the floor, the smell of flowers filled the air. Scented, no wonder it took nearly half the season for them to find his clever older brother. Done taking in the sight of the nest he finally turned his attentions toward his brother. Shadows and Hellfire! Meliodas looked absolutely beautiful and delectable! He often wondered what his brother would look like, lost in the throes of mating season. When he first started maturing it was fantasies of his older brother, usually so stoic and reserved, losing complete control over himself as he grunted and moaned and just what that would look like that would help him through his first few seasons. And even tho this isn’t quite what his pubescent self imagined it’s beautiful nonetheless.

Meliodas was flushed red from his ears to his toes, panting and sweaty from arousal. His eyes, still the bright, beautiful green they’ve come to love, has darkened considerably until they almost looked like the onyx they were used to in first glance, his brows punched in uncertainty. And that torso! Chiseled is the least of it! Seeing the rolling muscles of his brother’s pecs and six pack made his mouth water and he had to shake himself. Not yet, he thought to himself, but oh how he liked to run his hands along them, tracing his form and learning it…

Refraining form doing so he decided to lean back, legs tucked underneath as he rested his hands in his lap. Showing the frightened demon he was unarmed, and not going to approach unless asked.

“Heya, brother… how you doing?”

Meliodas remained silent while Zeldris simply stared back, eyes soft even as his own face flushed with his own need. Eventually the older demon seemed to realize Zeldris wasn’t going to leave, nor was he going to approach, and uncurled himself. He rested with his knees pulled to his chest, shirt still carefully placed to hide the prize between his legs. Slowly he stuttered out an response,

“H-hey Zel… it’s been…it’s been… I don’t know. It’s m-mating season and well, y-you know…”

“Yeah, guess I do know. I, uh, I like what you did with the nest! Scented candles enchanted to float, really nice touch there.”

Meliodas flinched at the mention of the candles but nodded anyways. We both knew the real reason they were scented, but neither wanted to broach the subject. I remember locking myself in my rooms the week before mating season, preparing my first courting gift and anticipating the day it began so we could all start wooing Melidoas properly, only to be heartbroken to realize he was gone! We knew he had to be in the castle yet nothing we did worked. Eventually we almost brave up, thinking he’d somehow managed to escape the perfect cube, but then Monspeet caught a scent, faint but all too easy to recognize.

“I… I like them too.”

“So… what’s got you cooped up this time? Nervous!”

“T-terrified.”

I frowned, that’s not right. Melidoas should never be scared. I scorched just a bit closer, resting my hand upon his as I looked him in the eye,

“Hey… you know we care about you right? I get it, your probably overwhelmed a bit. Stars only know I would be too, but… it’s gonna be okay, Meliodas. I promise, we’ll respect your wishes. If your truly do not want this, just say the world and we’ll leave you be.”

“I-I… why me?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you want me? I’m nothing but a cursed outcast and a traitor who abandoned the clan. I’m not even as strong as I used to be, even with my original power restored! Why are you guys so… focused on me!? I’m not any sort of catch to be proud of… a disgraced prince isn’t a very good mating candidate.”

That’s what he was worried about!? Oh silly Meliodas… if only he knew just how special he really was. Zeldris felt his hearts lurch in pain at the thought hat Meliodas’ insecurities having yet again made him believe something so wholly false bout himself. Reaching up, the youngest prince pulled the eldest into a gentle kiss, the blonde’s eyes widening in shock. It was slow and more than a little sensual as Zeldris his best to steal his brother’s doubts away by pouring as much love and adoration as he could into the action, cupping Meliodas’ round cheeks in his hands as he gave him a kind smile,

“‘Not a good match,’ who cares about that shit! Your not just some slab of meat to stick our dicks into and pump out a baby. You’re so much more than that to us! Your so strong and kind and so damn beautiful it hurts to look away for fear you’re some sort of dream or mirage that will disappear the moment you leave our sights, that’s still true even after 3000 years!”

“B-but-“

“Shhhh!” I shushed him, holding a finger to his lips. He looked at me in confusion, doubtful. Well that wouldn’t do at all! “We love you, Meliodas. And, having you with us again has made us happier than you could ever imagine. Even more happy than before, in fact, since we had the chance to fall in love with you all over again.”

“I’m just a monster though, a traitor piece of scum!”

“You are not a monster! You’re Meliodas! You’re kind and sweet and have a fun sense of humor. You love drinking ale and have a fondness for barn animals, you love drawing and painting and write poetry. You’ve got a massive sweet tooth, especially for honey treats like that pudding recipe you love so much. You’re favorite color is Green and you are the absolute worst cook I’ve ever seen, but we love you anyways for it. You. Are. Not. A monster! You’re beautiful, both inside and out.”

With each compliment Zeldris bestowed a kiss upon the startled demon. He’s pulled Meliodas closer, into his lap. A shiver ran through him as he felt Meliodas’ heat brush against his thigh. Meliodas did it resist when he began to rub his hands along his brother’s torso, leaning in close to nibble in his ear. Meliodas’ breath hitched.

Holy FUCK! I. AM. SPEECHLESS.

This was wonderful to read! Every time you guys send me little snippets like this I become more and more impressed by what you are able to create.

Well done!

[ashleyswrittenwords]

Trials and Tribulations (I)

A ZeLink Fanfiction that was meant to be a oneshot.

Premise: The hero has successfully saved Hyrule from Calamity Ganon, but there’s a lingering problem that he desperately wants to abandon - the princess. 

Small Note: Only two chapters! Thanks for the support! :)

Chapter Two 

Word Count: 2853

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Trials and Tribulations: Chapter One

“Do you really remember me?”

He didn’t say anything.

The girl in front of him shimmered from the aftereffects of the goddess’s power and it slowly dimmed. With it, the weight of mortality drifted onto her consciousness. For the first time in a century, Zelda stumbled. Her knight attendant watched as she did, only moving when it was assured she was falling to the ground. Link’s hands wrapped around her forearm and shoulder. She expected an embrace, or even comforting words, but when she looked up at him there was a gaze devoid of affection. It was then all her fears were realized. Zelda swallowed the crushing wail that threatened to escape.

Zelda scorned herself for the remote hope she harbored. He had slept for a century, there was no hope to be had. A push to mourn filled her breast but pushed it down at the remembrance was what he still gained from this long year. Friends, happiness… independence from her. The times she was able to watch him smile once more was enough, wasn’t it? She had worried ongoingly about the effects of the shrine and what it would mean for him.

“You don’t,” Zelda stated, not entirely level-headed.

Link stared for a long moment at the girl in his grasp. The glow that shined from her skin had subsided to her pale, mortal complexion. Then, with indifference he said, “I remember enough.”

---

The weeks went by painstakingly. Between recovering from the Calamity’s downfall and trying to figure out what their next steps were, the hero and the princess were more than spent. However, as exhausted as they were, neither voiced it. Even more noteworthy was what remained unsaid other than what was strictly necessarily.

In the beginning, Zelda tried start small talk that wasn’t much different from when they had first met. As she was finally able to feel the sun’s rays and the cool soil, she would impulsively elaborate on the useless biology facts that surfaced in her memory. But unlike the Link who would once listen with silent interest to humor her, it seemed to only drive him away. Link wouldn’t say anything to stop her, but his eyes watched her with an icy stare so chilling that each time she would stop and struggle with what to say until her words failed them into quiet dissolution once more.

Even then, Zelda hadn’t been completely defeated in rekindling a connection. Anything to get more than one-word responses from him. It wasn’t until a night of rabbit stew and her incessant droning about mushrooms did in his resolve.

“I don’t care,” Link grumbled.

The princess paused her motions in stirring her bowl of soup, “I beg your pardon?”

He looked at her and through her all at once. Each word was spoken with emphasis, “I do not care, Princess.”

The watery look in her eyes boiled over the anger in his chest. Without another word he flung his bowl of soup to the side and stormed off into the brush. It wasn’t the first time he had left her alone, but it was the first time he had done it while she was awake. Link knew he would be fine if he dropped everything and started over; he had been forced to do it before and he could do it again. Would, Link always thought to himself every night the urge struck him. And he did, he left with nothing but the clothes on his back - sometimes even leaving the Master Sword in its sheath on the ground. And every time he would walk away, there would be a growing pain in him that stopped him in his tracks. In some instances, it would be a mere five minutes into his abandonment. In others, he would be miles away.

It never mattered. Each attempt would be thwarted by his heels digging in the dirt and pivoting for the direction he came from. His departure always ended with his return and Zelda’s weak performance of pretending to be asleep.

---

The day they arrived in Kakariko Village was the day the princess realized Link’s silence wasn’t a product of the Calamity. Almost immediately, he was tackled by a group of Sheikah children and joined them in their games. While Zelda spoke with Impa, he chatted extensively with the two guards at the bottom of the stairs. It wasn’t until she was in his presence did he revert back to the stoic man Zelda had grown accustomed to.

After supper, Impa had pulled Zelda aside.

“Is it correct to assume the obvious?” The elderly woman somberly said.

Zelda bit her lip. The rest of the attendants had already left, and it was safe to say that Link had already retired to one of the guest rooms. “Most likely,” was all she could say as Impa’s face fell.

They were seated on the cushioned floor and shared a pot of steaming tea between them. Impa pulled Zelda into a tight hug, “Oh, dear.” She sat back and smoothed out her robes and Zelda glared down at her hands, scrutinizing.

“When he first arrived, I knew his memory was fragmented. Not only from the research we did in the shrine, but also in his mannerisms. It seemed like he was agitated to finish something and didn’t know quite what it was.”

She didn’t need to be told. A century in isolation aside from the presence of an ancient demon left the Golden Princess lonely. Whether it was by her own discovery or a product of Hylia’s pity, it wasn’t but two decades in that she found the ability to watch the land grow from decay as an astral being during Calamity Ganon’s lapses.

Then, Link woke up and everything changed.

Impa breathed in her tea, “I prayed to Hylia every day afterward that he would remember you in the light you deserved.”

“He owes… he owes me nothing,” Zelda hesitantly put her cup down, not trusting her shaking hands. The Sheikah looked at her sharply, “You have been defending this land for lifetimes, Zelda. Surely-”

“He owes me nothing, Impa,” she said, this time more assuredly. It quelled the elder’s insisting. “We took Link’s memory. It’s the last thing I should expect of him.”

Silence washed over them. The only noises were the creaking of floorboards from the rooms above. Zelda stifled a sigh and quickly glanced about the room to realize that nothing much has changed over her absence. At least the Sheikah were a people that remained constant. It reminded the princess of another task altogether, “The castle.”

Impa hummed, closing her eyes to feel the warmth of her tea. “Yes, that,” she said, “Are you so itching to return?”

“A better question is, am I needed?” Zelda thanked Paya for the small blanket that was offered and wrapped it around her shoulders to stave away the Spring chill. “Hyrule has become an entirely new kingdom since Father passed. Perhaps another form of government is more appropriate.”

“Perhaps,” Impa resonated, “However you’re overlooking how fragmented we’ve become. Since the Calamity, trade has drastically decreased due to how dangerous the roads have become and Castle Town had always been the heart of commerce. They need a leader.”

“A matriarch, though?”

“I cannot think of a better candidate than a queen with the blood of a goddess,” she watched Zelda pull her knees to her chest and study the stairs that led up to the upper floor. “Are you unsure, Princess?”

The blonde could only wince at the title. The echo of Link’s patronizing tone reverberated in the back of her mind, making her bite the inside of her cheek. She had to be stronger. “No, but I need time.”

“We are in agreement, then. Be young, Zelda. Do what your heart has always yearned for and when you’re ready… Hyrule will be patiently waiting.”

Her old friend’s words made her smile genuinely.

--

The princess and her hero had been trekking across Hyrule Field for a day and a half. The grass seemed as wild as it has ever been. Free from snow and cold, it grew almost entirely to Link’s waist. Every now and again he attempted to cut it down with a swing with the Master Sword, but at the pace they were at it was a futile effort. Zelda slunk several feet behind him either looking at the back of his head or down at the Sheikah Slate’s screen. They were quiet without a true reason. Lately, Link’s fuse was cut short and he shot an annoyed glare her way for the smallest of mistakes.

Her biggest mistake as of late was her decision to stable the horses.

“We should have taken them,” he mumbled once more.

Zelda gripped the slate tight, but could no longer disagree with him with the growing soreness in her feet. “I’m sorry, I thought we would be fine.”

They were coming up on a lone tree. Its branches spread across the sky like a welcome haven and Link was apparently seeking just that. Just barely, he turned and glared.

“All I wanted was to see how different the terrain was on foot,” she swallowed her nerves and dared to say something she hadn’t in weeks. “Do you remember when you would take me out here? I would sketch for hours.” As she spoke, Link was setting down his sword and then… tensed. His rigidity paused Zelda’s movement towards him.

After a moment, he brought his hand to his hair and pulled. His voice was faint, “N-no… maybe? I don’t know, Zel.”

Zel.

It rung in her head like the first time he said it after a particularly nasty fight with a group of Bokoblins. Another time when he tenderly said the nickname as she tended to his wounds. The soft murmurings of the simple syllable as his warmth invaded her senses.

Then Link spun around fully, anger and uncertainty in his face. His piercing eyes met were wide green ones. “Have you found anything different, Princess?”

His words spat venom and hurt and an absence of explanation. Embarrassed, Zelda frowned.

“No.”

“Ah!” He flung his arms up at the exasperated outburst, “Then the issue with the horses was all for naught.”

“Link,” her brows furrowed together as frustration took hold. “You didn’t say a word of disapproval at the stable. I even asked you and you ignored me.”

The statement deepened the crease at his forehead, “You should have known since you know me so well. Come on, tell me how wrong I am about everything.”

“I do not do that. Why are you acting like this?” Zelda strapped the slate to her belt at the ferocity of Link’s attitude, her intentions with it were long forgotten.

He groaned, “There you go again. The way you act so innocent disgusts me.”

“I… I don’t understand, Link.” Her heart seized at the look of fire in his eyes. It was an expression he had been hiding after their reunion.

“Convenient as ever, Princess,” his voice dipped into the rage that burned in her direction. Then, it grew. “You took me from my family. You berated me for years! Hated me!”

Link took a step towards where she stood frozen and Zelda flushed. Her voice shook and for the first time she felt he would harm her. As he drew closer, she blinked at how much she had to crane her neck upwards to look at him. “I,” Zelda shook her head, “I could never hate you. Not even then.”

A hysterical laugh came from him as he raked a hand through his hair. She flinched as his volume reached new heights, “But you did! I followed you around like a dog, stupidly. I-I died because of it! Don’t you understand that I don’t remember who I was? I don’t know what my own father looked like. I’m a broken man because of you!”

Angry tears blurred his vision.

Zelda heaved a breath, “What don’t you remember? I can help you.” Her voice cracked at his mocking reaction. “I can! Please, I know it wasn’t fair to put you in the shrine. I know that. I was so afraid to lose you I-”

It was inevitable that anguish interrupted her pleas. She tried hiding her face from the man she thought she’d always run to.

“Don’t say that,” Link’s eyes bore through her in disgust. “Don’t lie so blatantly.”

“You are wrong.” A million thoughts ran through her head, but none made sense. Slowly, she folded her arms over herself and wanted nothing but to leave. For a split second, the princess who fought the Calamity for a century began to think she hadn’t won after all. Zelda’s voice ran cold under hot tears, “Is this why you’ve been so cruel to me? Because of delusions?”

Link’s brow twitched, “My distaste towards you pales in comparison to the consequences of your failures.”

“I saved you!” Her intonation sloped high, but his shout drowned all. The speed at which he gripped her forearms left her in shock.

“You should have let me die!”

The strong breeze of Hyrule field whipped by them as wild as the sorrow in her soul. Almost as fast as he took hold of her, Link let go and stared at his hands. Silence dominated other than the slight rustling of breeze running in tall grass. Zelda felt like caving in and sinking straight into the soil. The place he grabbed and shook pulsed vaguely and if she closed her eyes, she would be convinced he had never let go. So, she didn’t and gaped at him.

“I didn’t,” he stopped to look between his empty palms and the pain in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to. I…”

With shaking, limb fingers Zelda pulled ruthlessly at the silver band on her left hand. Red marks traced up the digit with each tug. The princess swallowed thickly, “Do you want this back?”

Confusion crossed him, but he lingered on the jewelry. “…What is that?”

Once she retched it free, an indent in her skin was left. It was a silver, shoddily made band that lacked the luster a princess would usually be drawn to. Zelda paused her outreach and looked longingly at it. Pithily, yet in reminiscence she spoke, “I hoped you would remember more than what I left. There was so little time and I couldn’t afford to act selfishly. Perhaps you remember more than that. Your family, our friends. I know it’s not enough.”

Zelda paused to hold a hand to her mouth to collect herself while Link stood motionless and watched as she mourned. Then, she inhaled forcefully, “I didn’t want to tell you about us. Not when you were so far away and still grieving. But now, I see you’ve grown to hate me. This is yours, Link. You should have it back.”

Her words grew taunt and thin. That pounding was back in his chest again. The same harsh beating that persisted at the thought of leaving her – that kept him by her side no matter how deeply he wanted isolation.

“What are you talking about?” He asked without a single trace of his previous anger, if anything it was a gentle plea. She lifted and dropped her shoulders in an exasperated shrug, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

When he didn’t take the ring, she briefly considered dropping it to be lost in the wild grasses of the planes. It didn’t hold the symbolism it once did and all that remained were bitter memories of a time long ago when they were two different people. An urge to feel his arms around her almost spurred her to give into the storm of tears that threatened to fall. Her lips moved to ask him if he could recall anything about their small union under the Rito willow trees, but she buried her need for him deep within. He didn’t want her.

Still, the thought losing of all physical traces of what Zelda had hurt more than any of his words. Her hand closed around the ring. It dug into her palm without abandon.

“You don’t need to come with me,” she started with a clear voice as she gathered up her bag.

They didn’t face each other now. Zelda began walking, only slowing at the sound of him. “Where will you go?”

Fingers fiddled at the band, “Impa’s. I was going to wait to start rebuilding efforts to explore Hyrule… with you, actually.” She paused for a moment and shook memories from her head, “Maybe I need to take the throne faster than we thought.”

She turned to face his back, “If you need anything… come find me. I’ll tell you everything I know about who you were, our friends, your family – just ask. I knew you better than you think, Link. I still love-”

The straps to her pack strained at her grip, “You always loved watching the valley from Mount Lanayru in the summertime. That’s a good place to start.”

Link didn’t reply and she didn’t wait.

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Journey Home (Mature/Prompt)

Rapunzel was hot despite the biting cold wind of the sea rushing outside, and it was all the captain's doing. Jack sucked at the nape of her neck as he moved against her, drawing a long moan from her lips. She ran her fingers up his back, pulling him as close to her body as she could, before moving on to his hair.

"Mmm," his mumbling was deep, husky. She tugged at his white locks to bring more out of him, and he obliged wonderfully.

"Oh, captain," she whined in pure bliss.

He pulled away from her, suddenly, eyes sinking deep inside her soul.

"Jack," she corrected herself with a small smile. He rewarded her with a smirk and his tongue slipping in smoothly beside her own. Her entire body buzzed with energy, with light and tingles and love. Pure love, and shared ecstasy.

Rapunzel tightened her bare legs around Jack's hips as they continued their rocking. Then, she gripped his pale shoulders and flipped him onto his back so she now sat atop him, in control. His chest shivered as she ran her hands across it, feeling drunk by his very presence.

This was the most ruthlessly handsome man she'd ever laid eyes upon. The youngest captain to sail the Seven Seas on a fully crewed ship. And yet he had the biggest heart she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. One he liked to trap inside of a birdcage called his ship. The Zella. A nameless ship named after her, of every human in existence.

The way he looked at her now with heavy-lidded eyes made her question how it had taken her so long to let him in, even after he'd saved her from a life no one wished to have. It had taken him a while to break apart his cold-hearted persona to her as well, but he'd shown her vulnerability long before she could even muster to reveal hers.

He gripped her hips gently, running his hands over her thighs and back again. To places that made her insides flip completely in the most wonderful of ways.

When they were finished, Jacks head dropped against the pillow as he tried to catch his breath. After a few seconds of relishing in his sweet scent, Rapunzel sat up on his hips and brought his suddenly-distanced mind back on board with a soft finger to his chin.

"Your heads off somewhere in the moon again," she said as his ice blue eyes, warm as the sun, met her own. They were full of sadness, and love, and pain.

"Is it?"

Rapunzel nodded.

"You're beautiful."

Tingles rushed over her spine, but she ignored them, to her body's dismay. She plucked his crumpled, white, linen shirt off the bedsheets beside them and pulled it over her chest. It was much more flowy on her than it ever was on him, which was one of the reasons why she loved wearing it to bed so much. Immediately, she felt fingers playing at its hem, tugging up and down. "And you're ignoring my questions again," she told him.

Jack sighed, pulling his wandering hands away from her to palm at his eyes. "Because it's a decision I've already made. We're going for the Black Treasure."

Rapunzel shook her head in disbelief. "Everyone's gone for the Black Treasure, you and I both know it's a death trap." She lowered her palms to his stomach. "No one's caught word of the Golden Flower yet, save from us, the Sea De Vil, and the Jolly Roger. And we're the ones closest to the island, as far as word carries. It'd be stupid not to go."

Jack shifted, gently pushing at her hips until she swung off of him. While he pulled his breeches on, Rapunzel sat patiently on her legs until he grumbled: "I'm not going back to Corona. I made that clear with you before you joined the crew."

"And I haven't said a word about it in six years. It would've been longer if Nicholas hadn't told us about the sighting."

Jack shook his head again, then glanced over his shoulder at her. "It's a magic golden flower. There's no such thing."

Rapunzel smiled softly, crawling over to sit just behind his shoulder. She slid her chin down over it, wrapping her arms around his own in an embrace that set her soul of fire. "I don't believe in magic," she mocked, in a horrible imitation of his voice. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard you say, Ice Man."

"I was cursed. There's a difference."

"You've never viewed your magic as a curse before. And even if it was technically a curse, the fact that it exists is proof that this flowers' powers can very much be real, too. We can't miss the chance of someone else finding it. Imagine the gold people would pay for it—more than all the treasures we've kept and sold combined. We can treasure it, too. Keep it to ourselves."

Jack was quiet for a long moment. She knew he'd grown up on the island, same as she, but he'd never confessed why he refused so strongly to go back, and she'd never felt the right to push. She hadn't told him everything about her long years in Gothelitch either. He had a right to his own privacy as everyone else did with things that didn't involve her.

He opened his mouth to speak, finally, when a loud bang! suddenly sounded from the door. "When you two lovebirds are done rubbin' up all over each other," Merida, the Zella's master gunner, yelled from the other side, "we got somethin' out here ya might wanna see."

"Aye!" Jack answered. The both of them hurried into their own garments and out of the captain's quarters. Out on the main deck, most of the crew stood gazing at something far off to sea.

"Ya see 'im watching us too?" Hook Hand's eyes glared under the hand pressed over his brows, shielding the sun.

"I can feel 'im," Big Nose added.

"Aye, captain! First lady," Merida sauntered over, nodding to the both of them. "Sailin' master's caught somethin' on the horizon. Gettin' easier to see by the second. Aye, Haddie," she yelled out to the sky, suddenly, where Hiccup Haddock stood on the main mast. "How's it lookin' up there?"

"Definitely him!" Hiccup yelled back. "I recommend we set sail East soon, unless we want a repetition of the blood moon!"

Rapunzel glanced at Jack, whose face was still as a frozen lake. The battle on the blood moon had been a nightmare, worse than any they'd been in. The Zella usually did its best to avoid physical conflict between other ships and coastal villages—it was how other pirates got their ships sunk to the ocean's bottom so quickly in their early days of sailing, or how they lost their treasure faster than they earned it, what with all the repairs it cost 'em. The Zella was more so of a silent threat, he'd say. We were a legend, never seen, yet wielding a deadly strike.

Their run-in with the Sea De Vil hadn't been planned. Jack was usually good at tricking others and tracking their thoughts long before they even made them, but he'd made a slight miss guess on Captain Crell's plans. He hadn't expected the renovations he'd given his ship months back for faster sailing. Guess someone else caught on to Jack's tricks—when you scream your plans out for the world to hear, surprise is an impossible thing to achieve. But if you put them to motion under the cover of sealed lips and well placed coins, diverting expectations most often turns victorious.

Now, that very ship was sailing straight for them, only but a small blip on the horizon. It would take a day for them for meet up if they continued on their current route.

"He's sailing for Corona," Rapunzel told him. "Heading South. We're a bonus treasure on his path."

"We're sinking him next time we meet." Jack's voice was stiff, and incredibly determined. There was no doubt in her that his words were true—the Zella's was easily the toughest ship on the Seas. "The Jolly Roger, too."

"You really think words not going to make it to the others if we take those two down? It's a useless endeavor. They'll just cost us more gold in repair, and for what? Temporarily stopping pirates from sailing for the Golden Flower?"

Jack's lips were pressed in a neat line. She knew she was getting onto his nerves about the topic, but she was itching to head home, despite what she told him. The one thing that had kept her from dangerous thoughts after she'd been forced into white slavery was the thought of seeing her parents again. She hoped her disappearance hadn't affected their protectiveness of her sister to a point of extreme. Slavery was a common thing, but her family had cared about one another far too much to let it become an unspoken topic, she knew.

"Please," Rapunzel whispered. She knew she was being cruel, torturing him this way, but she needed to see them at least one last time. She needed to know they were okay, and that she was too.

Jack refused to look at her. The pain he was trying so hard to hide in his eyes tore her heart to pieces. What was she doing to him? She knew she was right in her talk about the flower's worth, but Corona had always been the one thing he'd refused to hear talk about.

He scowled, finally, starring deep into the horizon. "Turn the sails south," he ordered.

***

They arrived at sunrise three days later. The Coronian seas were calm as they anchored down around a mountainous bend, covering them from prying eyes.

"Everyone, ready yourselves for a quick leave," Jack announced as he marched down the main deck. "I won't be long."

The crew groaned in disagreement.

"Ya mean none of us are comin' with, save for Zel?" Merida complained. "No offence, Cap, but that's idiocy at its best."

Jack shot her a dangerous look.

"You'll need Haddie for his navigation skills. And you'll need me, for added protection, yeah? Ain't that what we usually do?"

"This isn't a usual case," Jack informed her. But Merida had never been one to give up. It was a wonder Jack bothered keeping any of this crew around, considering how much they talked back at him. Rapunzel suspected he liked it, deep down. It made their days on the ship that much more entertaining and pleasant, considering the business they were in.

"We do make a good team," Hiccup had just climbed down from his mast, ready for departure. "Zella's four heads of ship."

"Fine." Jack gave in. "Shorty! Lower two boats. We leave immediately." And immediately they did. Rapunzel found herself sitting in front of an emotionless Jack in a matter of no time. His gaze was glassy, fixed on nothing as he rowed their boat off to shore. His grip on the paddles was tight; it worried Rapunzel.

"Talk to me," she said, finally, over the sound of waves tugging them along. "What are you thinking, Jack? It's no good keeping things bottled up inside. You're not a treasure map, or a letter lost at sea."

That brought out a brief chuckle from Jack. "It's nothing."

Rapunzel frowned. "You're worse than a lady. It's not nothing."

"Doesn't matter anyway," he shrugged.

The boat scratched to a stop against the sand, but Rapunzel made no move to get out. Instead, she hopped onto Jack's lap, legs on either side of his hips, and gently pried his fingers away from each paddle. They moved to rest on her waist, only to lower back to his side. The subtle action hurt Rapunzel more than she cared to admit. She leaned forward, oh so slowly, and slipped her tongue between his lips, soothed when she felt his hands return to caress her.

"I love you," she told him.

Jack closed his eyes, gripping at her hips with each rock of the boat. "Don't say that."

"Why not? It's true."

She felt one of his hands reaching up to rub against her hair. "It'll hurt more when you leave."

Realization dawned on her suddenly—he thought she would leave the Zella as soon as they docked in Corona. His sudden failed attempts at distancing himself from her made much more sense now. From the past three days, he'd been trying to rip away his attachment to her. Rapunzel gripped Jack's neck, brushing her fingers against the hair at his nape. "I just want to visit them," she clarified. "I want us all to know we're okay—that I am, now. The Zella's my new home, captain."

Relief flooded over Jack's face, something he was brief to show. A smirk suddenly found its way back to his lips. "Bad girl."

Rapunzel smiled against his lips, warmth swelling inside of her. "Forgive me, sweet, sweet, Jack."

"Aye!" Merida yelled from somewhere off to their left. She and Hiccup had just arrived. "Got a magic flower to find, eh?"

Hiccup chimed in, "Nicholas mentioned it was somewhere by—"

"I know where it is," Rapunzel interrupted, joining up with the others. She looked at them almost guiltily. "I might have done some of my own research after Nick clued us in. If I read the riddles right, it's on top of a hill just out of town. Oh no!" Rapunzel patted at her dress. "I drew a map of how I remembered the island! I was so excited, I must've forgot it on the ship, but that's alright," she was quick to add, grinning at Jack. "We can grab one in town—it'll be much more accurate, and we can visit my family on the way!"

"Sounds like a plan, Zel," Merida agreed, happily.

"If they're as sweet as you, we should invite them on the crew," Hiccup added, only to earn an elbow to the gut from Merida.

They all laughed, save from Jack. "I'm not going," he told them.

"Oh, but they'd love you!" Rapunzel insisted. She was quick to give up her attempts at convincing, however. She knew could do it, he'd crack in a few minutes time, but the trick in gaining a silver tongue was to know when not to push. Jack never wanted to go back home in the first place. Something must have happened in town—something he didn't want to remember. He could meet her family another time, then. "We'll meet back here in half an hour," she told Jack once they'd reached the main bridge.

"Make it an hour," Jack said, but Rapunzel shook her head, keeping it at half. If she spent too much time with the family, she might forget how strongly she loved being at sea.

She might want to stay.

Rapunzel pressed a kiss onto Jack's cheek in goodbye. Then, she followed an ecstatic Merida and Hiccup down the bridge.

Corona was just as beautiful as she remembered, with his big, brick building, and sunny flag. She'd been caught after wandering too far on the outskirts when she was but a seven year old girl. She'd spent another seven in the grips of white slavery, where dirty men used her in ways no child or adult should ever be used. When Jack had stopped by Gothelitch in search for the islands solid gold tooth box, he'd had a run-in with the head of operation, Sir Black. Merida had been the one to spot her first, and she'd convinced Jack to unleash the crew of the Nameless to free our group of imprisoned girls. They'd succeeded, to her surprise, despite them only having been in the pirate business for barely over a year—he'd started when he was but fourteen, Rapunzel's age at the time.

If she hadn't been so curious, she never would have left Corona. She never would of met Jack, or Merida, or Hiccup, or even the rest of the crew. She was grateful for everything that had happened to her, in a way, but she still had nightmares of her time in Gothelitch. The town itself was lovely, but it had been tainted by her reason for being there.

Hiccup located a map easily. Finding Rapunzel's parents had been harder but, with a lot of asking around, they finally found themselves before an old brick home. Her parents looked the same as she pictured, but little Poppilia was almost her height. She was seventeen now, almost a grown woman, just like Rapunzel. It hurt her to know she'd missed out on watching her grow up, on creating memories only a big sister could give her. Still, her sadness gave way to relief at knowing they were still safe and okay.

"Where have you been?" Her mother asked after many hellos.

Rapunzel briefly explained what had happened to her, sparing them of the awful detail. Only she would bare that burden. "I've been sailing on the Zella since," she concluded. But instead of pure joy at her safety, her family looked fearsome.

"Doesn't Captain Jack own that ship?" Poppy asked, worry etched on her brow.

"Yes," Rapunzel smiled. "He's the most wonderful man."

Her father turned to her mother. "He was an Overland, wasn't he? Left at thirteen. I remember him."

"Oh, Punzel!" Her mother sighed, taking her shoulders. "Stay with us! Please, it's so good to have you back. We'll protect you from that man." Her green eyes flicked to Merida and Hiccup, standing a few paces behind Rapunzel. "Your friends too, they're absolutely free to stay."

Rapunzel's brows formed a neat V as she pushed one of her mother's hands free of her shoulder. "I can't stay," she told them, expecting sadness, instead of the worry they all suddenly wore in their eyes. "But I'll visit. I promise."

She made to move away when her father suddenly reached for her wrist. "Sweetheart, please! Don't go back to that devil! He'll flay you, just like he did his family!"

Rapunzel stilled. She saw her friends do the same as well—except they weren't watching her father.

They were watching her.

"What?" Rapunzel asked her father.

"The boy murdered his entire family, an older sister and two younger brothers. Then the coward had the sense to run away and get himself into that pirate business. No one's dared chase after him, not after everything he's done."

Rapunzel's head spun wildly, a headache blooming at her temple. When she turned to Merida and Hiccup, she found them completely unsurprised by the news she just been given. It was true, then. Jack had killed his own family. That explained why he ran away—why he didn't want to come back.

Rapunzel ripped her wrist out of her father's grip. There was an explanation, there had to be! Jack wasn't a monster. But why hadn't he told her what he did? Why hadn't he...?

She stormed out of Corona, ignoring her family's pleading calls. Merida and Hiccup said nothing, but she was pleased to hear they were struggling to follow her quick pace.

"Explain!" She yelled at Jack when she found him hanging by the bridge. Tears already stained her cheeks, but she didn't attempt to wipe them away. She could see it on his face, then, the horrified realization that she knows. Rapunzel knew what he'd been trying so hard to hide from her.

"I..." he started, but failed to continue.

"Your own family!" Her yells were drawing attention from the townsfolk, but she couldn't stop, couldn't stop it with the utter pain radiating through her.

"Not to interrupt," Hiccup hesitantly started, "But can we talk about this while—"

"It's there!" Rapunzel jammed her finger over a spot his open map. "Go find your damn flower!"

Red tainted Hiccup's cheeks, sending a rush of guilt swishing through her stomach. He and Merida rushed off without another word. She'd apologize to them after—they'd done nothing wrong. This had been Jack's secret to share, and he'd failed to do so. "Why?"

His blue eyes flashed. He glanced around them quickly. Then, he took her elbow and led her behind a nearby stand. She should have felt afraid, but he was so familiar. She'd trusted him far too much, and now her body couldn't even be afraid of him.

"It was... It wasn't me," he explained. "I mean, it was, but it wasn't. Not really."

Rapunzel lip quivered. "You're not making much sense."

Jack let go of her elbow and turned away from her. He rubbed a hand through his hair, pulling. Finally, they dropped tiredly to his sides. "It happened after the curse," he whispered. "I stole from the wrong lady. She was talking gibberish to me, saying how she was gonna curse me and all that. Thought she was just rattling out stuff that she knew would scare a normal kid." He shook his head, deep in memory. "I ran back home. Went to sleep thinking my brothers would have the laughs of their lives after I told them about what happened tomorrow." His shoulders shook, but Rapunzel couldn't hear him crying. "I woke up in the middle of the night. All I remember is sitting in the backyard, looking at—at their bodies, all—"

Rapunzel's hand betrayed her. She placed it over his shoulder in comfort, and he turned his face toward her in reflex. They were tear-filled; he had been crying after all. "You don't have to—"

"I flayed them alive. Probably did more, too, seeing how frostbitten they looked. I don't remember anything other than sitting in the yard looking at them. And then running for the fastest boat off land. I knew even then that nothing I could do would bring em' back."

Rapunzel could feel her heart wrenching, twisting harshly at the memory. How horrible must it have been to live with such a sight engrained in your mind? And she'd thought she'd experienced scarring things.

Frostbitten. It explained why he'd refused to use his powers during her first years on board. It took three entire years for them to become close friends, for Rapunzel to develop a crush she hadn't known he returned until that evening in the ship's stores when they'd gotten closer than usual. "Can I kiss you?" He'd asked, face only inches from hers. He had her pressed against the wall as soon as she'd whispered, "Yes." But the flashes of her past still haunted her, then. More than they did now that she knew she was safe. It had taken her long to let him share more than simple kisses in the shadows with her.

It had taken him just as long to give in to Rapunzel's constant encouragement for him to make use of his powers.

"Did you ever try pursuing the witch?" She asked him. "Maybe she would have known how to reverse it."

Jack bobbed his head up and down. "She was Black's mistress in Gothelitch."

Betrayal bloomed inside Rapunzel like a poisoned flower. "That's why you came to the island. To the house. To get your revenge on the Great Dame. You weren't planning on saving us at all, were you?"

Jack looked away, and Rapunzel slid her hand off of him. "Please," he begged, suddenly, looking back at her with widened eyes. His hand had quickly found its way to the crook of her elbow. "The crew really did want to get you girls out of there after we made it. I did. You know I would never lie to anyone on board, especially not you."

Rapunzel closed her eyes as his palm reached her jaw. He pet a thumb against her cheek, sending sparks running through her skin with every stroke. "I wouldn't of hated you if you'd told me," she whispered. "I could never hate you."

"You should," he whispered back. "You really should."

"Jack," Rapunzel opened her eyes. "It wasn't your fault. What you did. Your heart's as good as the Gods above, it was the curse that—"

"There he is!"

Rapunzel twisted fast toward the street, where Poppy stood pointing with a guard at her side. Fear shot through her heart—Jack was not welcome on this island, that much was clear to her now. "Run!" He pulled him away with her, just as a gunshot sounded. Its smell soured the air around them as they ran to shore, fast as their legs could take them. More gunshots came as they found their way to their boat and started rowing. Rapunzel watched as they pulled Merida and Hiccup's boat off shore—they'd have to come find them later.

Then, one last gunshot fired, and it had its eye on Jack's back. He lurched forward as Rapunzel cried out. "Hold it!" She told him, taking charge of the rowing. Her arms were already starting to burn from the pull, but she was glad to see Jack finally do what he was told. "Rip my skirts," she added.

Despite his situation, Jack still managed to smirk. "I don't think now's the time for that, princess."

"Rip my skirts," she said again. "Use it to cover the wound until we get on deck"

"Princess," Jack struggled to hum again in her lap. He was silent for a moment as he tried and failed to move himself upward. "I can't feel my right hand, and my thigh's going numb."

Rapunzel was breathing hard, sweat beading at her brow. She rowed faster. "What?" She said, looking down at him. "You—no. No, you'll be alright." She stopped rowing, suddenly, and helped him into a sitting position at the bottom of the boat, despite his protests. She wasn't strong enough to tear the fabric of her skirts, so she made sure he kept his left sleeve against the open would while she took Jack's previous place and worked all of her energy into rowing. "You'll be alright," she kept telling him.

But the both of them knew he wouldn't be.

"The Golden Flower has healing magic, doesn't it?" Rapunzel asked.

"It'll be too late," Jack answered.

"No," she insisted. "I'll hop on a boat with Vladimir as soon as we get back. We'll tie a second one with us and carry it along for Merida and—"

"No, Zella." Jack's voice was stern, decisive. It left no room for argument. "We're going back for them, just not now. They're smart enough to hold out on their own."

"Jack," Rapunzel's voice was weak, broken. The bullet had hit his spinal cord. He was being forced to succumb to paralysis, something she couldn't imagine would ever be easy for Jack to bare, considering how active he always was. He'd realized it, too, she knew. How horrible must he be feeling, knowing his fate? And after everything he'd gone through.

It wasn't fair.

Nothing was fair.

Rapunzel cried out for the crew as soon as they were close enough to the Zella. Nothing was fair, that was true, but from now on, she vowed, she would make sure to make that very saying as untrue as she could.

[frizz22]

Can you do a continuation of “Unexpected Deliveries” Where Hilda has to take her teething/fussy son with her to church and Faustus holds him during his sermon to help calm him down? Thank you, love your writing btw! :)

Notes: ellareadswitches, spellwood_is_life, sparkles21 all requested similar but have Hilda and Zelda swapped. Combined with the above prompt. Read on ao3

Note: part 1 here

Zelda watched as Hilda anxiously bounced Edward on her knee; trying to calm the little boy before he drew disapproving looks from the entire coven. Despite her sister’s efforts, Eddie’s small whines became progressively louder as Faustus tried to continue Black Mass over the disruption.

When a fourth member coughed pointedly, Faustus walked around the pulpit and strode over to them, still preaching. Blushing fiercely, Hilda made to gather up their belongings and leave.

“Sister Hilda,” Faustus murmured, losing his High Priest voice and lifting a brow. “I think all the boy needs is some movement, yes?” 

Hilda gave him a small nod, shrinking into herself at the attention and glares from everyone. “Yes, Father Blackwood, he is a bit restless. But I didn’t want to disturb... already have though, haven’t I? I just didn’t want to miss any part of Mass.” she finished meekly, dropping her eyes.

A small smile graced Faustus’ lips. “Nor should you,” he affirmed and then, to Hilda and everyone else’s astonishment, Faustus held out his hands. “May I?”

Slightly dumbstruck, Hilda passed Eddie over to Faustus along with the boy’s blanket.

Quickly and easily settling the babe on his hip, Faustus strode back to the front of the church and continued Mass as though there’d been no interruption.

Eddie frowned at first, unused to the warlock holding him, but as Faustus moved back and forth in front of the pulpit, the boy popped his thumb into his mouth and rested his head contentedly against Faustus’ shoulder.

Everyone else, while stunned, was able to refocus on Faustus’ sermon, Zelda, however, couldn’t process anything beyond how natural Faustus looked with a child on his hip. Couldn’t focus on anything but how he naturally rubbed a soothing hand along Eddie’s back, how smoothly he transferred the babe to his other hip when the boy grew heavy, and how expertly he caught Eddie’s blanket when it fell and offered it back to the babe.

Even when Mass ended, everyone filtering out and Faustus coming back over to hand a now sleeping Eddie back to Hilda, Zelda still hadn’t gotten over the scene.

It certainly didn’t help that Faustus smiled at her and winked before walking over to another witching family waiting for his counsel.

Blinking, Zelda couldn’t help but think back to the day Eddie was born. How she’d stood outside the birthing room after Cerberus had gone in to see his wife and new child and Faustus joined her. How he’d asked if she ever thought about marriage and children.

His last comment about testing the water hung in her mind as they collected their things and made their way out of the desecrated church. Zelda glanced over her shoulder once as they neared the door and found Faustus’ eyes on her despite how he was clearly talking to the witching family in front of him.

Fighting a blush, Zelda hurried after Hilda into the woods to walk home; teleporting would only wake Eddie.

Not missing her uncharacteristic silence, Hilda arched a brow at her. “Something on your mind?” She asked softly so as to not disturb her little boy now cuddled against her.

Feigning ignorance, Zelda hummed, though the blush she’d been fight crept onto her cheeks, betraying her.

A giggle escaped her sister and she shimmied the best she could while carrying Eddie. “Someone’s thinking about Faustus Blackwood again,” Hilda teased, “and maybe thinking about having more with him than whatever you normally have.”

Cheeks heating even further, Zelda lengthened her stride, so Hilda had to scurry to keep up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She retorted, trying to sound as foreboding as possible to dissuade Hilda, and her own thoughts, from going down that path.... because certainly Faustus hadn’t meant what he said a few months ago about marriage and children.

Snorting, Hilda fell into step with her again. “Whatever you say, Zelds. I just know what I saw in there, from both of you.”

She rounded on her sister. “Both of us!?” Zelda demanded, hating how easily she’d been baited.

A knowing smile quirked Hilda’s lips, but she just kept walking, the house almost in view now. “Zelds, please, you two have been dancing around each of since the academy. Why not stop and actually act like adults and...” she trailed off and smirked, eyes on the front porch.

Confused by her sister’s sudden silence, Zelda turned to follow her gaze; standing there, leaning confidently against the bottom of their porch railing, was Faustus.

Her eyes widened as her stomach fluttered, he must have teleported there immediately after his consultation.

Hilda breezed past him, thanking him once more for his help with Eddie, before heading in, stating she’d make some tea.

Following more slowly, Zelda schooled her face. “Faustus,” she greeted, “what can I do for you?”

A slow, sinful smile spread on his lips and Faustus arched a brow. “Well, I’ve been thinking,” he replied once she’d stopped in front of him. “And I think it’s time we finally do as we were intended to do for decades now.”

Lifting a brow of her own, Zelda tried to temper her expectations. “Oh? And what is it that we were intended to do, Faustus?”

With an elaborate flick of his wrist, a box appeared in Faustus’ hands. “Zelda Fiona Spellman,” he pushed off the railing and closed the distance between them. “Will you do me the dishonor of marrying me?” He opened the box to reveal twin turtle dove hearts.

Overwhelmed by the emotions swirling through her, Zelda merely nodded before throwing her arms around Faustus’ neck and kissing him senseless.

~~~ 

3 years later

Zelda gripped the sheets underneath her as she rode out another contraction, Hilda soothingly patting her calf as she measured how dilated Zelda was.

Slumping against the pillows behind her once it passed, Zelda turned her head, breathing heavily, and caught sight of a certain warlock creeping out the door. “Faustus Blackwood!” She snarled, her husband freezing with one hand on the door jam, shoulders hunching at being caught. “If you don’t get back in here this instant—" her threat trailed off as another contraction hit.

Sheepishly, he came back into the room, stopping next to her. “I just, I—" he fumbled, clearly still as uncomfortable in a birthing room now as he’d been during Hilda’s unexpected delivery a few years before; his eyes looking everywhere but her lower half.

She grabbed his forearm in a vice-like grip to prevent him from inching away again. “I don’t care,” Zelda panted, swiping some sweaty hair from her face. “You’re staying right here until our child is born.”

“Dearest,” Faustus pleaded, face paling as he risked a glance to where Hilda was still positioned between her propped up legs. “I love you, I do, and I’ll love our child endlessly. But...” Whatever the rest of his argument would have been was cut off by a low growl emanating from the back of Zelda’s throat as a stronger contraction hit.

Hilda squeaked excitedly as Zelda bore down. “I see the head, Zelds, keep pushing, love. Almost done, you’ve got this, you’re doing so well.”

A shuddering breath of disbelief escaped Zelda, but she followed her sister’s instructions, clutching Faustus’ hand the entire time.

And then, then there was a cry.

Faustus made some wordless exclamation and moved towards the end of the bed, their linked hands stretching between them. “A girl,” he breathed, turning to grin at her widely, “we have a daughter.” His thumb stroked over the back of her hand unconsciously as he shifted to look at the babe again; apparently no longer bothered by the scene.  

When Hilda cut the umbilical cord and carefully wrapped the girl, handing her to Faustus, Zelda tried to push herself up a bit. “She’s healthy?” She asked, already reaching for her daughter, heart cracked wide open with warmth and love.  

Smiling widely, Hilda hummed. “Of course, Zelds. You’ve got a perfect little girl on your hands. Now,” she patted Zelda’s leg letting her know she was done and stood, stripping her gloves and vanishing them. “All you need to do is name her. I’ll give you two a minute.” She squeezed Zelda’s knee and patted Faustus’ arm before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

Faustus carefully handed the babe to her, immediately sitting on the bed next to her and wrapping an arm around her. “Zels,” he breathed, pressing a kiss against her temple. “She’s perfect. Has my hair,” he noted thickly, and Zelda smiled as she glanced at him, touching his cheek gently.

“She is perfect.” Zelda agreed, turning her attention back to the warm weight in her arms. “What shall we name her?”

Pressing against her more firmly as if he couldn’t get close enough, Faustus smiled tenderly. “Judith? Like Judas?”

Zelda couldn’t help but make a face. “We’re not naming her Judith.” She half laughed, looking at her husband with raised brows. “That’s no fit name for a witch.”

“Fine.” Faustus grumbled, muttering under his breath a little at the immediate rejection before making another suggestion. “Lily, short for—"

Eyes lighting up, Zelda cradled the girl closer. “Lilith,” she finished, stroking a finger along her daughter’s cheek. “That’s perfect. A strong, unholy name for our girl. Oh Faustus, how thoughtful.” Zelda shifted to beam at him and he leaned in and kissed her lightly.

“Lilith Jade,” he added softly, his grip on her hip tightening unconsciously. “After, after my mother, if that is alright with you. I know you’ve lost yours as well, but I—"

She turned to face him fully. “It’s beautiful, darling, I love it.” Cupping his cheek, Zelda kissed him again before leaning more heavily into his side; exhausted. “Welcome to our family, Lilith Jade Blackwood.” She whispered, carefully kissing Lily’s head.

“My girls,” Faustus murmured, bringing the arm not around her waist up to support her hold on Lily. “How can one warlock get so lucky?”

Though she normally would’ve made some quip at the sentimental comment, Zelda just smiled and nestled further into her husband, her eyes on her new daughter. She couldn’t really tease him when she felt the same.