#before she nudges him to the deepend

[ahomeganeyatsu]

IDK why but I want Niko to teach Edwin everything about modern culture. She's already starting on him with the pop culture and that just opened up so much avenues on what their bonding time looks like.

But also the idea of just Niko potentially giving Edwin culture shock.

[nadinebrooks]

Here is the link to my masterlist.

Ron Weasley: Beyond the Balcony

Warnings: Nothing at all

The Gryffindor common room was a sea of red and gold, filled with jubilant cheers and laughter. The recent victory against Slytherin had everyone in high spirits, and the celebrations showed no signs of slowing down.

Harry Potter’s younger sister, a Gryffinor in her fifth year, found herself swept up in excitement. She beamed as she watched her best friend, Dean Thomas, recounting the highlights of the match to an eager audience. 

Despite the noise and chaos, her eyes kept drifting to Ron Weasley. He stood near the fireplace, his face flushed with pride and excitement, surrounded by his teammates. 

She felt a surge of affection for him. Ron had been brilliant as the Gryffindor Keeper, making save after save that had secured their win. She had harbored feelings for him for a while now, but Ron had always kept his distance, likely due to the assumption that she was with Dean. 

(y/n) and Dean had never had anything romantic going on between the two of them. During her first year as she was getting onto the train, Draco Malfoy said something to her which Dean instantly defended her. The two of them had been inseparable since, but many people assumed the two of them were dating.

“Hey, I think you should go congratulate him properly,” Dean nudged (y/n) with a grin, noticing where her attention lay. 

She nodded, taking a deep breath. Weaving through the throng of celebrating students, she made her way to Ron. When she reached him, she lightly reached up and tapped his shoulder.

“Ron, can I talk to you for a moment?” 

Ron turned to her, his blue eyes lighting up when he realized it was (y/n).

“Sure, yeah, of course,” he replied, following her as she led him out onto the balcony. 

The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the crowded common room. They stood together, looking out over the moonlit grounds. She turned to him, her heart pounding in her chest. 

“I just wanted to say congratulations. You were amazing out there,” she said, her voice soft. 

Ron scratched the back of his neck, a shy smile spreading across his face.

“Thanks, it really means a lot coming from you.” 

There was a moment of silence, filled only with the distant sounds of laughter from inside. She took a deep breath, deciding to seize the moment.

“Yeah, I just wanted to say you did amazing out there. I don’t want to keep you from the party-” She turned back to the door getting ready to head back inside until Ron reached out grabbing her hand. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you with Dean? I just thought you were because the two of you are always together.” His ears turned pink. 

(y/n) giggled a little, shaking her head. “Dean is just a friend. There is nothing romantic between us, never has been. We met in my first year and just clicked. He’s my best friend.” 

Without another word, Ron leaned in and kissed her. It was a tentative kiss at first, but as she responded, it deepend, full of unspoken feelings and long-awaited moments. Just as they were getting lost in the kiss, they heard a loud cough. 

The two of them broke apart, turning to see Harry standing in the doorway, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Uh, sorry to interrupt.” 

Ron jumped back, his face turning bright red. “I-I’m sorry Harry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Mean to what?” Harry raised a dark eyebrow, “Didn’t mean to kiss her? I doubt that. But I’ll see you two when you finish up out here.” 

With that, he turned and went back inside, leaving them in stunned silence. Ron looked at her, his eyes wide with panic.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble with Harry.” 

“Surprisingly, I don’t think he was upset.” (y/n) said, a small smile playing on her lips. 

Before Ron could respond, the door opened again, and a group of Gryffindors spilled out onto the balcony, ending their private moment. They exchanged a quick glance, silently agreeing to talk later, and rejoined the party.

The following day, the Great Hall was lively with the whispers and giggles about the previous day’s events - starting with Gryffindor beating Slytherin and (y/n) Potter sharing a kiss with Ron Weasley.

Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger couldn’t stop laughing, their eyes twinkling with amusement as the two of them kept recounting the scene to anyone who would listen in the common room. 

“I can’t believe Harry walked out and saw them,” Ginny said.

Harry, sitting next to her, finally cracked a smile. “Yeah, well, I’ve been waiting for it to happen. I knew she had a crush on Ron, but I didn’t say anything. And obviously I knew Ron had a little crush on her, but he would never admit it to me.” 

Hermione stopped laughing and it was replaced by a mock glare. “You knew and you didn’t bother telling either of them?”

Harry shrugged, his grin widening. “Thought it was more fun to watch them figure it out.” 

Both Hermione and Ginny shook their heads in disbelief. 

“Honestly, boys,” Ginny grumbled.

“I know that’s right.” Hermione mumbled and glanced toward the entrance where she noticed (y/n) walking in. 

“Harry, Hermione, Ginny,” she greeted them, a curious look on her face. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing really, just talking about last night.” Harry shot her an apologetic smile. 

(y/n)’s cheeks instantly flushed as she thought about last night as well. “Oh, right. That.” 

Hermione gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t be worried about it, I think Harry has been waiting for you two to get together.” 

(y/n) sighed, her mind drifting back to the kiss. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, and she was eager to talk to him again. She looked around the common room wondering where he was. 

Hermione was the first to spot him walking into the room so she motioned for Ginny and Harry to find a seat from the duo so that they could talk in private. 

Ron made his way over to (y/n), his heart pounding. “Hey, (y/n). Can we talk?”

(y/n) nodded, giving him an encouraging smile as she stopped up and followed him out of the balcony so they could talk somewhere more quiet. 

His face was a mix of determination and anxiety. They decided to walk outside, the cool air calming both of their nerves. 

Ron took a deep breath, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Look, I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to make things awkward, and I really like you, but I thought you were with Dean, and then Harry caught us, and I just-”

She placed a finger on his lips, silencing him with a smile. “Ron, it’s okay. I like you too.”

Ron blinked, his mouth opening and closing in surprise. “You do?” 

She nodded, stepping closer. “I’ve liked you for a while now. I was just waiting for you to notice. I honestly thought Harry would have told you months ago.”

A relieved laugh escaped Ron’s lips, and he took her hands in his. “I’m really glad Harry interrupted us, then.”

She chuckled, leaning in to kiss again. This time, there were no interruptions. It was a kiss filled with promise and the start of something new. 

When they finally broke apart, Ron’s eyes were bright with happiness. “So, does this mean we’re … together?” 

She smiled, her heart swelling with affection. “Yes, Ron. We’re together.”

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading away. It was the start of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with laughter, love, and the magic of finally being together.

[peaches2217]

#3, #22, and #28 for the fic writer asks if they haven't been asked already. 😊

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

I learned to put words to something that's been bugging me for years: I'm not a creative writer. My scenarios tend to be one-note and lacking in any detail I might call intriguing. However, I make up for it (or at least attempt to) by focusing on both the wordsmithing of my writing, and bringing things like emotions and sensations to the forefront, letting readers experience what the characters are feeling and then giving them free reign to fill in the blanks around those details. Now I'm in the stage of trying to assure myself that that's enough. 😅

28. How did you recharge between fics?

Admittedly there's not much of a recharge process. I try writing a little bit every day; if I'm not feeling it, I play a game or watch TV or just go about my life. And then if it starts flowing, then there ya go!

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

Putting this one last so I can put it under a Read More! This was one of the single most gratifying things I've ever written, admittedly.

~~~

She wrung her hands together, making her best effort to separate familiar sounds into still-new words. “Sai che puoi… dirmi… qualsiasi cosa,” she managed at last. You know you can tell me anything.

Mario’s face lit up in recognition, and she couldn’t help but be proud of herself. She’d never said it aloud herself before. It was always him saying it to her during their informal Italian lessons, encouraging her past her embarrassment, egging her on to ask questions no matter how silly she feared they might be.

“Oh, dai, sai che puoi dirmi qualsiasi cosa,” he’d say, nudging her if he was near enough, equal parts teasing and sincere. “Lo so,” she had learned to say in response, nudging him back if she was able.

Maybe she could get through to him this way, speaking to him in his native tongue when he was too tired to put up his guard. Maybe he would give her a “Lo so” of his own, and maybe, just maybe, he would follow through.

But that wasn’t the response Mario gave her. “Mm… davvero?” he said instead, his voice quiet with what Peach presumed was encroaching slumber. “E se ti dicessi che sei il mio sole e stelle? Questo la non turberebbe?”

A few moments passed in silence. Peach didn’t recall practicing any phrase set resembling this. Yet he was looking up at her, fixedly, as though he were expecting an answer to whatever question he had just posed.

There was something… oddly sad in his expression. He didn’t seem distraught, and no tears welled in the corners of his eyes, but his usual cheer was muddied with a sort of melancholy.

She didn’t like this feeling. She didn’t like seeing him like this. Her stomach turned and leapt painfully, as though urging her to do something.

“...Mind repeating that?”

Mario didn’t repeat himself. He redirected his eyes upward, focusing that sad smile on the sky above them, and Peach followed his gaze, a bit miffed. A fluffy cloud passed overhead amidst more modest and wispy offerings. It looked rather like a Jammyfish.

“Peach,” he said after a moment of silent contemplation, and that caught her attention, because she was never Peach. Even when he stood at her side as her trusted guard, even when he took her hands and pulled her from the castle grounds, urging her to follow him to some great sight waiting for her in town, even when they walked privately through rolling fields and let their shared presence ease countless unvoiced burdens, she was always Princess. Sometimes Principessa, rarely Your Highness, but never Peach. 

She wanted desperately to hear her name on his voice again.

Closing his eyes, Mario laughed, that giddy, sleepy laugh she knew she could never get enough of, and granted her wish. “Ah, Peach,” he repeated, his coherency rapidly slipping away, “there’s so much I want to tell you.”

That deep and unidentifiable sadness deepend in Peach’s gut. “Then why not tell me?” She startled at the desperation that leaked into her tone, clearing her throat in impulse and praying he hadn’t heard it. Why not trust me when you’re awake as much as you trust me when you’re asleep?

“Mi perdonerei mai,” he slurred.

“Mario, I don’t know what you’re saying.”

He hummed a torpid apology, folding his arms beneath his head. “Well,” he rephrased, “I’m just… I dunno. You know? I am. And that’s not…” He shrugged. “And then you… you’re…” 

“I’m…?” Peach pressed, fearing she already knew the answer. You’re a princess. That was one of his very few quirks that frustrated her. Never mind that he was only human, and never mind that she was his best friend. She was a princess, and he was a hero, and it was his sacred duty to internalize anything he feared might burden her, no matter how desperately she wished he would lean on her, be vulnerable with her, trust in her.

His answer was buried beneath a yawn, so quiet she almost didn’t catch it: “You’re everything.” 

—Traduzione Non Necessarie

[halcionskies]

midnight solace [nsfw]

She wasn't sure why she was nervous. Maybe it was the way he had emerged from the shadows of her bed room; quiet and still like the night. Something prickled at the base of her neck which alerted her that someone was encroaching within her personal space and she sat upright with a shocked audible gasp. Her blue eyes scanned the deafening darkness until she barely perceived the slightest movement, there, in the shadows. Her black hair pooled around her shoulders and cascaded down her back and chest, a single hand coming up to swipe her bangs from her cerulean eyes. What was he doing? She immediately recognize him once she laid eyes on him; the man whom stirred her heart and made her stomach twist into knots of anxiety and giddy excitement. She was suddenly self-conscious; it was the middle of the night and she was clad in nothing but a white night gown that clung to her voluptuous form like a soft hug. It accentuated the curve of her breasts, a chill reverberating down her spine as her nipples inadvertantly perked up to press through the flimsy fabric. The way he looked at her like that; deep, smoldering eyes with a slight hint of..vulnerability? What was wrong...

He took a few tentative, unsure steps into the room and into the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the window shade next to her bed. He wasn't sure why he was here; he felt compelled to be here, with her. He was drawn to her, like a moth to flame. She was kind, generous, and sweet - everything he wasn't. He'd never known anyone like her and he might have acted as if he could care less about her in public; showcasing a bravado of false flippancy, but in reality he cared. He cared what she did, where she went, who she was with. He let the hand holding Rhaast fall to his side as he set the blade against the ground only to lean the handle against the wall. He wasn't going to need him, not tonight. No matter how angrily the darkin protested at his inner musings; he didn't care anymore. He was human and he had an urge and he needed to see it through.

She pursed her lips watching him, unsure of what he was doing. It was like he was settling in. But for what? Her hands slid down to the comforter that covered her lower half, throwing it to the side as she slid out of bed. Her bare feet touched the floor and she turned on her bed side lamp, casting a soft yellow glow in the immediate area. She blinked the sleep away from her eyes a few times and looked at him. He looked so...determined? Vulnerable? Something was going on inside of him and she wasn't sure what it was. "Shieda...what....are you doing?" She all but whispered as her eyes met his. He only permitted her to call him by first name when they were alone; something that he was adament about.

He closed the distance between them and was all but on her in the time it took her to gasp. His large yet rough hands cradled her skull as he looks down at her, that lone red eye glinting in the darkness and light. He'd managed to reign Rhaast in, the claw that once had been there now replaced by his own hand. He'd rather go to the abyss than risk hurting her, and even though it was hard, he controlled the influence Rhaast had over him. He'd rather touch her with his own two hands than have the darkin touch any part of her. He presses his forehead to hers, his hair tickling her cheeks as he looks down at her through half-lidded eyes, "I...need you, Minami..." Was all he said, as if admitting the single most vulnerable aspect about himself. He shouldn't need her and he couldn't fathom why he did, but he did.

Her fingers lazily traced down his forearms and around his elbows until they found purchase against his chiseled abdomen, grasping at him, "I'm right here...I haven't gone anywhere." She smiles up at him, her lips curling into a sweet smile as she nuzzles her nose against his. They'd had their fair share of cute moments, and it was very endearing that he came all the way to her like this. She just wanted to hold him and reassure him.

He traced her face with his one hand, curling his fingers around her shoulder as he caressed down her side. She was so innocent, so pure; and he wanted nothing but to be with her in the worst kind of way. He clenched his fingers against her hip, scrunching the fabric at her side as he pulled her closer against him as he tilted her head back with his other hand, looking down into her eyes. His eyes were clouded with some darker intention and he looked at her with an almost pained expression. "I don't think you understand, Minami. I need you..." He said once more, but the way his velvety voice said it laced with dark promises and desperate need spoke the rest of the intent for him.

Her eyes open wide with realization, her lips slightly parted as she leans into his ministrations as he pulls her. The way she was against him and the radiating heat he exuded coupled with that god forsaken sexy voice of his; it did things to her. It made her insides squirm and her heart race, skipping a mile a minute as she watched him, never once looking away. Did he mean...? Oh...the way her hips connected with his. He wasn't..he wasn't wearing all of his normal attire. All he had on were his pants and shoes, how did she miss that? His skin was so hot to the touch and she could feel the heat searing her cheeks. He wanted...to take her to...bed. She was by no means naive, but she'd never been in a situation like this before either. She suddenly felt unsteady on her legs, swaying closer to him and subsequently being held tighter, the hand that was assaulting her hip wrapped around her waist to support her, nearly fully as she curled her fingers against his upper chest. She felt so small and fragile there in his arms; inexperienced and afraid yet excited and some part of her wanted this. She managed to choke out her response that was nothing more than a mewl, overcome with emotions, "I'm...here..."

He held her tighter, supporting her smaller frame against his as he brushed his lips against hers lightly, "You're afraid...I can feel and sense it..." He tilted her head back so he could see her face fully in the light, letting her dark hair sway behind her. He let a devilish grin grace his lips as he gently repositioned himself against her, letting her feel the entirety of his body.

Her lips quivered as she almost clawed at him, leaning over his arm as her face recoiled from the brightness of the light. Of course he could read her body and her emotions better than the average person. He was an assassin after all. She inwardly chided herself; of course this man knew what he did to her..that smug grin..but it was so attractive. "I..I've never..." She admitted, reluctantly, her big blue eyes staring up at him with longing.

He pulls her back up, a soft and low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he slides her against him. His lips descend on hers and his nose nudges her head to be cradled in his other hand. He coaxed her softly into the kiss, never rushing her; he wanted her to say yes, to acquiesce. Her lips were soft and warm and he took the time to memorize their feel as his tongue slid against her lower lip, nudging her with his nose as his fingers worked against the back of her neck, kneading her and coaxing her into him and she finally gave in and opened her mouth to him. It was like unlocking some secret box with a treasure inside and he hummed in approval as he deepend the kiss, curling his tongue against hers and dominating her. He pulled back to look down at her, watching the way her chest heaved and her eyes stared at him. She was dazed and for some reason he enjoyed that look on her face. "Let me..." He didn't finish his sentence, it seemed bold and presumptuous to proposition her..he shouldn't.

She felt like she had the air sucker punched out of her. The way he kissed her was scandalous and yet it felt nice. She'd day dreamed these silly kinds of things, but never once did she think he'd be here in her bedroom...wanting her. She didn't want him to stop; not now. Not after he got her into a feeling like this. She didn't know what she wanted but she didn't want him to leave. She slides her one hand up his chest and cups her fingers around his neck, pulling him closer. She didn't know how to verbalize anything. "Don't go." She stammered out, her fingers trembling against his neck. Her cheeks were so red and her entire body was slow burning and her insides were fluttering. Every time he touched her, it caused these intense feelings. "Y-yes." She searched his eyes and finished his previous thought with the answer he was wanting. She wanted him to continue. She was afraid...but she didn't think he'd hurt her.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting his chest rise with a deep breath as he opened his eyes slowly. He rotated her head in his hand as his lips gently kissed across her cheek and down her jaw, his nose delving into the crook of her neck. His lips dragged against her skin with the faintest hint of bared teeth, his tongue lapping against the soft skin of her neck. She squirmed against him, rubbing against him without the faintest clue as to what her movements were doing. He opened his mouth against her skin and gently nipped down on her, suckling at her skin in a possessive way as he held her against him. Her hand hand was digging crescents into the nape of his neck but he didn't care, he kept going. His hand let go of her head, his fingers tracing the contour of her neck as he drug the rough pads of his fingers down against her night gown, inching it over the swell of her shoulder only to slip further down as his fingers feathered across her collar bone and down to cup her newly exposed breast. He smirked against her skin, kissing below her ear as he grasped her breast in his hand, his index finger and thumb pinching the nipple between rough pads. She was so sensitive, everything he did she reacted to; she truly was untouched. He was the first man to touch her and some part of that greatly excited him.

Oh spirits, what was he doing to her? A choked moan escaped from between her lips as he nipped and suckled at her neck; the action of him suckling caused a pooling of heat in her nether regions; something that often happened when she day dreamed about anything akin to this in regards to him. She squirmed against him, rubbing against him; why did something so benign as what he was doing feel so sinful? The way she moved against him felt even better, like minutely staving off some deeper desire momentarily. She gasped audibly when he dropped the one side of her night gown down, revealing her partially only to whine in protest as he groped her chest. His hands were big, warm, and rough and she gritted her teeth as he toyed with her nipple between his fingers. It hurt but it twinged deep inside and was quelled by way she squirmed against him. His breathing was even, but she could feel the excitement as his chest rose and fell against her one hand.

He caressed down her chest, his fingers kneading against her breast and down her stomach until he palmed her hip, his fingers sliding down the short distance to grapple with the hem of her night gown. He found his purchase and slid his hand up her hip until his fingers brushed her core through her panties. He could feel what he was doing to her; the way she moved against him and the sounds she made. He was barely doing anything to her and she was so wanting and receptive. He had to do right by her and take this slow; he couldn't just lay her out and get on with it. He rubbed her through the thin fabric, his thumb hooking under the hood to massage her clit as he pulled back to gently kiss her, the hum of approval he elicited low and sultry.

She couldn't help but to moan the moment he touched her down there. The sound was swallowed by his mouth as she pressed against him, her body on fire and squirming against his ministrations. Oh gods...this felt better than the times she's touched herself. The object of her affection and desire was touching her...so intimately. She was so electrically charged that she didn't realize her other hand grabbed the bicep of his arm stroking her so gently, all bug tugging on his arm and his neck. Oh she wanted more, what more, she didn't know. Something. Something was missing and it felt empty.

He broke the kiss to lean back, watching her struggle against him. She was trying to pull him closer though he stood fast like a rock against her. He grinned as he worked his thumb against her, his breath quick and steady; he was master of keeping himself calm in situations, but this...this excited him. She's pervaded his thoughts in the early morning hours; and he'd be lying if he hadn't thought of her beneath him more than once. He gripped her waist with the arm that support her and he slowly walked her backwards, all but holding her against him as his hand withdrew from her. His fingers hooked the fabric of her night gown and bunched it up, dragging it up her body and over her head, tossing it aside as he pulled her up against him to let her bare chest press against his. He held her reverently against him as he kicked off his shoes, to stand barefoot with her beside her bed. He loved the way her cheeks were dusted red and the way her chest heaved and fell; the way her eyes stared at him with desire. "Minami...are you sure...?" He said, giving her a chance to say no before things got too hot and heavy. He couldn't live with himself if he hurt her; he wouldn't force her into anything she didn't want to do.

She attempted to cover herself and failed futiley as he held her fast against him, her arms having nowhere to go but around his neck as she looked at him. Her legs were shaky and she struggled to stand, her toes barely supporting her as she gave in to him and pressed herself against him. She shyly tipped her face upwards towards him, her nose brushing his chin, her voice was just as shy sounding and quivered as she spoke, "Shieda...I'm sure...please.." She was so sweet sounding as she pleaded with him. He did funny things to her insides and when he touched her like that..it..it stroked a fire deep insider her.

He picked her up with a sweeping motion and edged his knee onto her bed, placing her in the middle of her bed, forcing himself to settle between her legs as he looks down on her. She seemed frightened the way she looked at him, but he nudged her backwards with his lips, kissing her as he eased her backwards into the softness of her bed. He'd never hurt her; he'd rather hurt himself than hurt her. He splays one hand beside her head as he kisses her, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as his other hand travels up the expanse of her long leg, finger tips dancing around her smooth skin. She was so soft and smooth; he'd slept with his fair share of women, but there was something about her that was just calling him. Perhaps it was her demeanor and her overall softness. His hands stroked the soft fabric of her panties and he teased her; fingers dancing across her core and hips, painfully slowly, to the point she whimpered against his lips, her hands reaching and grabbing at his arms. She was so shy yet she was wanting; it was as if she couldn't express what she wanted because she'd never experienced it before and he smirked against her lips. He loved that he'd be the man to help her figure it out. He pulled back to sit on his haunches between her legs, looking down at her with dark, lust filled eyes; he was exacting a sort of patience with her that he normally didn't exhibit with most women. Minami meant something to him, and even though he wanted nothing more than to take her right here and now, he couldn't do that to her. Not after he confirmed she'd never slept with anyone before; he had to be gentle. His hands grasped her hips and made quick work of her panties, edging them off of her and tossed them aside, delving back down towards her. He settled on his stomach between her legs, propping himself up on one elbow as his other hand traced her lower lips, nipping at her thigh.

She made a sound of disbelief, watching him with wide eyes, attempting to protest against him. He gave her a look that quelled her protests and she watched him with fascination before she moaned; his hand, those fingers, again...they were doing things to her. She felt herself clench down there as his fingers parted her folds and she could feel the wetness seep out onto his fingers as she watched him do this to her. He was looking right at her and her cheeks brightened a darker shade of red at the thought of him touching her like this and knowing how wet she was. His eyes were smoldering and that smirk on his face; oh gods that smirk. The air was so sexually charged between them right now and she was breathing heavy and she attempted to close her legs but he refused to let them close, his fingers slowly stroking her up and down, parting her lips and allowing the liquid to leak onto her and his fingers. Before she realized it she cried out, her hands pressing against the bed as she arched her back, her head tilting downwards only to see his head between her legs. His mouth was on her core, his tongue swirling around that hardened bud as his index finger forced its way inside of her. Oh gods, yes! No...oh no YES. This felt amazing and she felt so guilty for liking it, but oh gods did she like it. She trembled as her toes curled against the sheets, her hands grasping his head as her fingers tangled in his hair; she was panting and her chest was heaving with effort yet she'd done nothing. "Shieda...haa.." The way she said his name was like sin itself.

He kept going, curling his finger inside of her as his mouth suckled at her clit; she was writhing beneath him and those moans were like music to his ears. She was so tight, clamping around his finger and he coaxed another finger inside of her; he pumping his fingers in tandem with the rotation of his tongue, working her deeper with every twist of his wirst. He could feel her trying to push his fingers out but he doubled his efforts, twisting and turning his fingers as he slips a third digit inside, lapping at her clit. He could feel her bearing down and the way she fluttered against his fingers, he knew he had to stop. He withdrew his fingers from her and raked his tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit, leaning back as he slides his fingers inside of his mouth only to suck her juices from his fingers in a blatant display of obvious like. He watched her laying there, out of breath with quivering legs and his hands reached for his pants, fingers undoing the restraints that kept them up. He slowly peeled his pants open, revealing more and more skin each time, as if he were playing it up for her. The way his musculature led her eyes downwards as he slid his pants down his hips to let his member spring forth to reveal exactly how aroused he was, one hand grasping it firmly within his grasp as it pulsed. He slid his hand up and down that thick, long shaft with a moan as he tilted his head back watching her watch him pleasure himself; her eyes were wide and that fear crept back onto her countenance at the sheer size of himself and he clenched his muscles, flexing.

She made a sensual sound of approval, her legs squeezing shut as she rubbed her thighs together. Watching him touch himself was so intimate and sexual in a way she'd never thought she'd be with someone, yet here she was, lusting after a man she most likely shouldn't be with. She was so wet and seeing his member...it was like she longed for it to fill the void within her. Was this what she was missing, what the empty feeling was? Her inner walls fluttered as she watched his hand slide up and down his shaft, suckling her lower lip in anticipation.

He let his pants fall further down his thighs before he let go with a reluctant groan, taking her knees in both hands as he forced her legs apart, towering over her. She was ready and he was more than ready. He settled between her thighs, lowering himself over her as he pressed her further into the bed, settling onto an elbow by her head as he used his free hand to slide his member up and down her wet folds, his breath quickening as he guides the tip to her entrance, pressing in ever so gently. He knew this was going to hurt for the briefest of moments for her, but he'd make it up to her after the pain ebbed away. He brought his hand up and caressed it over her cheek, his lips descending on hers, distracting her as he forced himself inside of her with a swift thrust of his hips, sheathing himself to the hilt with a cry from her that he swallowed. His lips moved to the corners of her eyes, kissing away the tears in an apology for the pain before he rubbed his thumb over her lips before kissing her again.

There was no denying that it hurt; that it was an intrusion of another sort that she'd never experienced. He was big and pulsing inside of her and she felt every inch of him, her walls vice gripping him as she kissed him, her hands cupping his face as she slid her thighs against his hips. She was so full, even through the pain it felt strangely good. She'd fantasized about this a time or two, embarassingly enough; reality was way better. It took a few moments, but she realized he was experienced and that he was waiting for her to be comfortable. He was quiet and patient and she knew he was being gentle for her sake. He at least thought enough of her to do that much.

He started to move once he felt her relax, her hands creeping over his shoulders as he set a slow yet even pace, pulling out of her to the tip only to crash back into her. He buried his head in her neck, his breath finally breaking it's even rhythym with a groan. He thrust into her, over and over, his lips sliding over the previously given love bite, the hand holding her face sliding down to wrap around her back as he held her. She wasn't the type of woman he intended to ever throw away, he just couldn't see himself loving her and leaving her, ever. She arched against him and he rolled his hips into hers, drawing out a moan from her as he breathed heavily into her neck. She was so tight, so wet; he bottomed out inside of her with a deep thrust and he ground his hips against hers causing her to grip him tighter. He hissed with a gutteral moan, pulling her body flush with his as he supported himself on the one cradling her back, his newly freed hand snaking between them to stroke her clit gently with the pad of his thumb. She was so tight that he felt himself edging closer and he wasn't about to finish before her. He slid in and out, grinding as he bottomed out inside of her swirling his thumb against her clit in perfect rhythym with his thrusts. He could feel her building up, the way she gasped and moaned, the relentless clenching of her around him. He had to hold on just a little longer...

He picked up the pace, thrusting more insistently into her, rolling his hips with each motion which only elicited every resounding sexy noise from the woman beneath him. There. He felt it, the wave of orgasm peaking as she shuddered beneath him, arching against him as she clawed his back. Her nails dug into him and she pulled him, rolling her hips against him and writhing against him, crying out his name loudly. Oh gods, he never thought he'd hear a woman say his name like that ever, but here she was, yelling it into the night as she came for him. He thrust into her faster, his thumb drawing out her orgasm as he moaned loudly into her ear, his member stiffening and releasing his seed inside of her as he stilled against her, his mucles flexing into those fingers of hers, rippling against her nails. He pushed himself up, as if he was about to push himself up, watching the dazed expression on her face, his lips parted as he panted, "Fuck...Minami..." He said breathlessly.

He rolled off of her with a groan, dislodging himself from within her as he landed on his back beside her, curling his arm as he brought her to his side. His bangs splayed out on either side of his face and he looked down at her. He didn't even bother to pull his pants up, not that they were down that far either way, but he did pull the cover up with his other hand to give her decency. His chest heaved and he just watched her, wondering if she was okay.

She curled up against his side, nestled against his side, her eyes watching him as she offers him a small smile. She pulled the blanket up, greatful for the modesty he was offering her. She just lay there looking at him like he looked at her. She wasn't sure where this left them, but...it couldn't be such a bad spot, right?

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Firebird | Chap.6

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Apologies for the long wait, everyone!

Chapter 6: Of Monsters and Metals Part 1. 

Strength is not measured by your willingness to meet fear’s gaze...

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Revali dove, slowed, and eventually landed, talons gracefully touching down on the rocky ground below them like a falling leaf to water.

Maiya lifted her head from his shoulder, the smell and sounds of waves crashing into stone washing over her as she opened her eyes. Looking around, she saw that they were standing on a long slab of rock, hovering above the tumultuous waters of Lake Totori.

Another departure deck, her mind supplied for her.

The hylian quickly clambered off the rito’s back, the freshwater spray chilling her to the bone. She realised just how much warmth Revali’s feathers had provided her, feeling the full brunt of the elements as she pulled away. Maiya shivered, regretting her earlier decision in leaving her thicker coat at the inn.

As her feet touched the earth, her legs immediately gave way.

“Holy— ”

Revali caught her arm, steadying her moments before she smacked into the ground.

“Give it a moment.”

“No, it’s alright.”

Stubbornly, Maiya took another step forward. The rito warrior clicked his tongue as he caught her again. “You are unaccustomed to flight. Stand still and move your feet slowly, let the normal flow of blood return to your legs. Unless of course you’re extremely keen on acquainting yourself with the floor.”

Embarrassment colouring her cheeks, Maiya closed her mouth and turned her head away, allowing herself to lean on him but refusing to look him in the eye. She stared forward into the distance, surveying their surroundings as she waited for the tingling feeling in her legs to disappear. As her eyes adjusted, all she could see was a looming cliff before her and a thick wall of evening fog. Night had set in around them, making visibility difficult in the dying light.

“So...where is that cave we saw earlier?”

Revali’s free wing pointed down to the empty space in front of them, following along the platform until the point where she guessed it would connect to the cliff a few metres away. “On the other side of this departure deck, beyond the fog.”

The Enchanter pulled her jacket closer as another strong gust of wind blew past, mussing up her dark hair again and cooling the sweat on her brow. Small waves continued to crash against the platform, powerful enough at times she swore she could feel the ground shudder. Quietly, she marvelled at how different the scenery appeared in comparison to what she saw in the sky earlier. From afar, the cave seemed so...removed— detached in its stillness. Now up close it felt like she was in the midst of a storm.

What an odd place to have a smithy. “So your forge is cut into the rock holding your village aloft in the sky?”

The rito warrior’s jade eyes were still trained at the distance in front of them as he regarded her evenly. “We are still within village grounds, enchanter.” His expression turned thoughtful. “And that is more than just a rock in the middle of the lake. The cliff face you see in front of you is Wayrakuchuyna, or simply Wayra. She is ancient, older than Chief Kamori and many of those before him, and is the foundation from which Valoo’s Spire was carved.”

“Thats,” Maiya paused, mulling over her words. “That’s actually very interesting. I thought the Spire was carved by your people?”

“Carved by the wind.” The rito corrected her, the rarest hint of a smile in his voice. “Technically speaking, we are underneath the main village structure. Valoo’s Spire is the epicentre of our way of life. However, Wayra had been a part of my people for as long as rito could fly.”

“As such, according to Chief’s Law, so long as we are connected to her, we are always home.” He looked up, gazing at the cliff-face for a quiet moment.

Maiya tilted her head, mimicking his stance. Due to the angle from where they stood, she found it difficult to spot the Spire amongst the rocks and fog. She only managed to catch the faint details of the bridge she’d crossed a day ago, hanging far away in the air above them, illuminated by the waning gibbous moon.

Feeling that enough time had passed, she gave her leg an experimental shake, relieved that the pins and needles had finally subsided. “Hey...I think my legs are back to normal.”

“Continue forward if you must then. You are capable of making your own decisions.”

“I would but,” despite her irritation at his previous comment, she allowed a laugh to slip through. She cleared her throat and pointed to her shoulder. “You can let go now.”

Feathers rising, Revali quickly withdrew his wing, stepping to the side. “Take caution where you tread,” he groused, suddenly very interested in readjusting his pauldrons. “I won’t be responsible if your clumsiness results in you cracking a few eggs.”

The Enchanter shrugged, too tired to deal with the rito’s changing moods, and started walking.

Both hylian and rito made haste across the departure deck, the gaping maw of the forge’s main entrance slowly coming into view. The cave-like opening was tall as it was wide, and Maiya estimated it would easily fit about three of her across. Enshrouded in fog; dark and foreboding, it looked to suck all life into it until there was nothing but open emptiness.

Except it wasn’t empty.

“Someone's there.” She murmured.

Smoke escaped from the mysterious figure's pipe, making them appear like a shadow in the creeping darkness. They were leaning against a tall and looming object. Upon closer inspection it revealed itself to be a heavy metal door, several locks lining its side.

Their face flickered by the flame of a rusty sconce, wavering in the midst of blistering winds. They had feathers of mottled black and white, and a jet black scraggly beard which was pulled into two hanging braids. They stood as if dragged down by the weight of the world — a hunch curving their back and an elderly face dominated by two white-feathered brows pinched together in a scowl. Whilst unable to see their eyes, she still had a feeling that they were watching them closely, eyeing them like a hawk as they drew closer.

Above them, a sign swung and creaked in the whistling wind. Jackdaw Metalworks and Weaponry it read, complete with a carving of two rito's and an anvil resting between them.

“Yieni,” Revali said from behind her, voice unusually careful and diplomatic. He bowed his head in acknowledgement. “Allin tuta, it has been a while.”

Maiya’s eyes widened in alarm. Yieni? Then that means—

The Blacksmith lifted his head, revealing a pair of fierce, cloudy eyes. He threw Revali a questioning look, before zeroing in on the Enchanter and the dagger that hung innocently at her hip. Maiya felt frozen in place, the rito’s glare piercing in its quiet fury. It was as if he was surveying a defective sword, seeking what was left of its worth.

Revali gently nudged her with his wing, pulling her from her thoughts. "Courage now," he whispered.

Maiya grimaced, straightening her back and ignoring the rope of anxiety knotting in her chest. She cleared her throat. “Good evening, Yieni." She didn't think it was possible, but his scowl deepend. Don't panic, just continue. "I am Maiya from the land of Akkala and I’m hoping you can answer some questions regarding— ”

“Get out.”

She blinked. “Pardon me but wha—”

“I said get out! Leave this place." He rasped, smoke escaping his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he glared daggers at the blue rito. “What in the void possessed you to bring an Enchanter to my doorstep, Revali?”

The warrior raised his wings up as if in surrender. “I mean no offense, Yieni.”

“Hah!” The elderly rito hunched over as a dry cough racked through him. "I cannot imagine what inane quest has sent you here but we’ve had enough trouble brought upon by your kind, Enchanter. Now run back to your teacher and never show your face on my property again.”

Maiya’s felt her enthusiasm drain, her gloved hand warming alongside the bubbling of her unease. "You don’t understand. So much of my people’s knowledge has been lost. I know you have a level understanding of our craft. Please.” Fucking listen!

The rito shook his head. “I’ve been bitten more than once by feeding the rabid dog. I refuse to extend my arm out once more as it bears its teeth."

“That makes no sense!”

"I make no deals with Enchanters,” he spat. “Make sense of that, child.” Putting his cigar out, Yieni wrenched the heavy door behind him open, stepping through.

Maiya raced forward. “Wait, hold on!”

The door was slammed shut, cold metal inches from bruising her nose. She took a step back, bumping into the warrior behind her.

Maiya looked at him, the locked door, and slumped. “Okay, perhaps I need to rethink my strategy here." Or perhaps he really hates Enchanters and I'm just wasting my time.

Revali crossed his wings. “Perhaps?” he said, beak curving. “A welcome like that and you honestly still think you have a wing in the door?"

The Enchanter looked to the open lake, feeling cold droplets hit her face as the rain above began to fall. "This would have been a waste of time if I decide to give up now." She rolled her shoulders, ignoring Revali's muttered “Evidently” and bunched up her sleeves. “I’m not leaving til that door opens.”

The blue rito moved to the side, gesturing her forward with an exaggerated wave of his feathers. “The floor is yours.”

Maiya clenched her jaw and moved to knock again.

Knock, knock. Her first attempt garnerd no response.

Knock, knock, bang! As did her second.

“Stubborn old bird.”

She felt the veins in her left hand begin to burn again, the rune no doubt responding to the shock and stress of the day’s events. Taking the glove off, she shook her hand vigorously in the air, trying to cool down the scar which had heated up considerably in the past few minutes. The edges glowed a light blue. She hissed.

“Are you well?” Revali asked.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. Good going, he thinks you're going to burn the place down now. “Nothing, ignore me. Stinging as always.”

Gritting her teeth, she raised her left hand again. She was inches away from slamming it into the door when the metal surface shuddered.

Reflexively, Revali reached for his bow. Maiya held a hand up, the hairs on the back of her neck rising. “Wait—”

She took a cautious step back as the clicks of several locks were heard, the unusual symphony joined by a cacophony of keys turning, latches being pulled, and bars sliding to the side. Smoke left hidden pockets located at the hinges, making a hissing noise as billowing clouds escaped from the cracks, dissipating into the surrounding darkness.

A creak and screech echoed, the sound ricocheting off the rock and making small pebbles fall from their perches. Metal scraped against metal, joining the activity as the noise reached a crescendo, building up until suddenly— there was silence.

Maiya released the breath she was holding, clutching her gloved hand to her chest. "Did I do that?"

"No,” Revali said. He pointed to a rounded mirror-like object which hung above the burning sconce, something Maiya thought was merely for decoration. "That glass is not reflecting our images…”

At that moment, the flame went out.

“Someone’s watching us.”

And the door swung open with a bang.

Lying before them was a dark corridor. It was cold and eerie, a void tunneling into the rock. Maiya was surprised to find that no one was on the other side to greet them, and wondered briefly how the door could have opened by itself. “There’s something mysterious at work here,” she whispered.

It was completely barren except for a small hanging lantern at the furthest part of the hall. The quivering flame marked the beginning of a spiral staircase, its flickering light illuminating the start of stone steps leading down.

The Enchanter stared into the darkness, fear of the unknown making her hesitate. As she retreated into herself, she took a step back, her hand brushing the hilt of her dagger. The latent energy within it sent a small spark up her fingers, and for a moment she remembered the way it spluttered and burned within the confines of the Blacksmith’s clamp.

Her mentor’s words reverberated in her mind. ‘Do not let fear dictate your freedom.’

Maiya groaned, stepping foot into the dark corridor and began walking with renewed purpose. “Into the unknown, let’s go.” She grumbled. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

She was surprised to hear Revali following close behind her, the sound of talons against stone echoing throughout the passageway. Pausing abruptly, she swivelled around to face him, taken aback by how close he suddenly was.

She backpedalled and crossed her arms, ignoring how he was only a step away. “Hold on. You’re coming with me?”

Revali mirrored her stance, folding his wings. He looked at her pointedly. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but there’s no stairway to the Spire from here.”

“So you’re sticking around to fly me back up, huh?”

“Precisely.”

Maiya huffed, lifting her head higher to glare at him. “Chief Kamori told you to watch me, didn’t he?”

He wasn’t even looking at her, choosing this moment to inspect the feathers on one of his wings. He flexed it in front of him as a hylian would when checking their nails. “You wound me, enchanter,” he said, voice bored. “Do you really believe I’d make you scale the cliff in the dark?”

“Oh.” She laughed humorlessly, turning around to continue her brisk walk to the end of the hall. “Absolutely.”

 Maiya kept a steady palm on the smooth stone column beside her as they continued deeper into the cave. In their descent, she traced the lines of the column, feeling it grow colder the further they travelled into the cavern in almost full darkness. It was one of the few times she was grateful for the dull glow of her hand, leading the way and stopping her from taking a bone-breaking tumble to the bottom floor. At least the stress did something good for once.

The spiral staircase seemed to wind forever, eventually unfurling and flattening, lantern light appearing in the distance as they reached the very last step. They eventually found themselves in an open room, under a high ceiling full of vents.

The Enchanter marvelled at the flow of the air as she watched smoke leave like ribbons through hidden pockets in the room, seemingly replaced by a fresh batch almost instantaneously with the lift of a vent in the ceiling.

It appeared that most of the heat in the room was originating from the giant metal structure sitting at its centre. Blackened and spluttering soot, its presence dominated most of the space; a metal monster with a belly reddened by flames.

The forge’s oven.

The familiar clang of hammer on iron reached her ears, followed by the hiss of steam as it was dipped in the slack tub. The hylian was immediately transported back in time, remembering the workshop in Akkala and the days she spent as a young girl observing Teacher in her workspace.

Maiya was but a novice then, but the silver-haired woman was always in her element. She could recall watching her mentor hammer out a swordsman’s blade, forgetting her notes and daydreaming instead of the moment she would finally decipher the secrets of the anvil and impress the Sheikah Enchanter with her first proper weapon.

Except you failed her, she thought bitterly. No matter how hard you try to make amends, your dagger has rejected its master. And in that, you have failed your purpose.

Maiya blinked back into reality, the figure she saw standing in the middle of the forge no longer her mentor. No, Maiya realised. The person holding a cooling blade in the air wasn't even rito.

Seeing her step into the room, the smith rested the blade on the edges of a clay bath. As they lifted the protective mask obscuring their face, Maiya's eyes caught a teal fin peeking from behind it. A fish? Her mind stuttered.

The mask was lifted further, revealing a lean face and sharp smiling teeth. They stood with a straight back, posture impeccable as they smoothed their leather apron over.

A zora!

“Good evening, Traveler,” they said, voice soft and polite as small bells. They looked at her calmly, golden eyes serene. Maiya’s eyes caught the intricate silver ornaments decorating the side of their face, hearing them clink as they removed the mask entirely.

The zora angled their head higher, finally seeing the person behind her. “What a surprise, Master Revali.”

“Uleh.” The rito nodded curtly.

Maiya looked between the two of them. She noticed some soot staining the Zora's arms and cheeks, painting their shining scales a smoky grey.

Coughing into a closed fist, they cleared their throat. “Apologies for earlier. I’m not sure what’s gotten into Mister Yieni this evening. He is usually more accommodating, but I theorise that the wine might have been more potent than usual."

"You're his assistant?" Maiya asked.

"An Artificer." They corrected. “You could say I’m on...an extended industrial study tour.” The zora smiled to themself, enjoying their own inside joke, before bowing low. “I welcome you, Enchanter. It has been many years since someone of your vocation has stepped foot in ‘Jackdaw’s. I would offer my palm for the greeting but,” they raised both their gloved hands, “I must keep these on for the time being. There is much work that needs to be done.”

Maiya blinked, still bracing herself for the anger that ultimately never materialized. “Hold on. You know I’m an Enchanter? Why then...why haven’t you yet—”

“Kicked you out as Mister Yieni had?”

“Yes.”

“I hold no quarrel against you or your people.” They said, beginning to coat the blade in clay, expertly avoiding its edges. “In fact, I want to help you.”

The Enchanter did not immediately celebrate, silent for a moment and lost to her own thoughts. As much as she was happily surprised by this stranger’s willingness to assist her, she was once again hit by a gut-punching suspicion that had been plaguing her mind since she left the village’s library.

She was slowly learning that there’s always some sort of catch.

"And what exactly does this help entail?" Revali asked, reading into her discomfort.

"Simple,” Uleh said, gently painting the finishing touches of the clay coating with a brush. "I need you to extract a rare ingredient the forge has been lacking in for awhile. After you’ve done that, I can arrange a meeting.”

Maiya shifted her weight from one foot to the other, unconvinced. “How can you be sure he would want to converse with me in the first place?”

Uleh chuckled, clipping the blade into a wooden holder to dry. "Mister Yieni can be ill-tempered, prejudiced and especially cantankerous, but he will always honour a good deal." The zora looked up at her, golden eyes gleaming. "Find him that ingredient, offer it in exchange for information, and he will answer whatever you ask him."

Maiya eyed the silver jewellery framing Uleh’s face, thin and long sheets twisted like intermingling spirals. Ultimately, it would be within her best interest to trust them. She’d just have to roll with the punches and accept the consequences of what was to come after that. She could compare her situation to skipping stones. Nothing left but to cast the rock and count the ripples from the sidelines.

Your willingness to trust will get you trouble one day, my dear. Her mentor’s ever serious voice echoed warningly.

The hylian rubbed her eyes, too tired to argue with herself anymore. Grab the ingredient and strike a deal. Easy. She thought to herself. It's okay. It will be okay. That just leaves me with...

Gazing up, she flashed Revali a tentative grin. The sharp lines of the rito’s face softened a fraction, then fell back into its default haughty glare as he looked away. "What is it?" He asked sourly.

"...are you going to help me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Well, I'm going regardless."

Revali sent her a knowing look. "And you will probably encounter trouble along the way.

The hylian shrugged, unbothered. "It's not a given but with the increase of monster activity out there, coupled with some Yiga sightings, I probably will—"

"Then the answer is obvious."

"You don't have to be rude about it."

"You shouldn't ask moronic questions you know the answer to."

"Fine!"

"Fine."

Maiya shook her head, turning back to the zora who was still patiently waiting for her answer. She cleared her throat, trying to regain whatever professional dignity she'd shed in the past minute. “If it will grant me an audience with the Blacksmith, then I'll do it."

Uleh's face broke out into a smile. “Fantastic.”

Rising from their sitting position, the zora picked the blade up with their iron tongs, carrying it back to the oven. As they plunged it back into the red hot embers, the fire casted dancing lights and shadows against their teeth, drawing Maiya’s attention as they spoke their next words.

“Now onto business. Have you ever heard of a Frost Talus, Enchanter?”

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Reader is Sansa’s best friend (just a year younger than Robb) and is like another daughter for the Stark parents. That’s why there’s a party on ever of her name days. This time Sansa dresses her up particularly beautiful because she knows the reader fancies Robb and he also fancies her. When she arrives he is more than stunned and tries to spend the whole evening with her (maybe some dancing?). I’d love to see them together in the end! Thanks a lot. Love your writing so much!

Of course my darling! I’m glad you like my writing!!

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“Robb’s probably going to cry when he sees you,” Sansa mused, raising her eyebrows suggestively at Y/N, who rolled her eyes at her best friend.

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Sansa, nothing’s ever going to happen between me and your brother,” Sansa’s lips formed a pout and she lightly pushed Y/N, causing the other girl to chuckle.

“But you told me you liked him! Has that changed?” She asked, offence suddenly clouding her features at the notion Y/N could have moved on from the crush she had had on Robb for years by this stage.

“It hasn’t,” Y/N conceded, looking to the floor. “But in order for anything to happen it would have to be mutual,” she added and Sansa rolled her eyes, sighing in frustration.

“It’s the most mutual thing I’ve ever seen,” she huffed.

“Come on, Sansa, or we’ll be late,”

“We’re already late,” Sansa pointed out, adjusting her dress as she looked in the mirror.

“Well I don’t want to be any later,” Y/N groaned, heading to the door. Lady stood from where she had been lying on the floor and looked inquiringly at Y/N.

All of the Stark’s direwolves had taken a liking to Y/N, becoming almost as loyal to her as they were to their owners. It was something that Y/N took great pride in.

“Okay! I’m coming!” Sansa groaned, seeing Lady standing ready to follow Y/N out.

Y/N smirked in amusement at the girl’s grumbling as she followed Y/N out of her room and into the hallway. They walked together down the hall to where they could hear the festivities had already begun at the feast.

Y/N hadn’t wanted anything big for her nameday celebration. She wasn’t one of the Stark’s children and was the daughter of a well-renowned family who lived nearby Winterfell, causing her to be close to the family for her whole life. When Y/N had informed Ned, Catelyn and Sansa that her parents would not be home for her nameday on account of having business in King’s Landing, the Starks had insisted upon throwing her a nameday feast at Winterfell.

When Y/N had argued against it, the other four Stark children - and Jon, only more quietly - had laughed and told her that it was happening whether she liked it or not. To Y/N’s surprise, Robb had been particularly insistent.

“Late to your own party?” Y/N turned around at the voice calling to her as soon as she entered the feast. She laughed a little at Robb and shrugged.

“Apparently it’s unfashionable to arrive on time,” she responded. Robb’s smile grew and Grey Wind padded over to Y/N, butting his head into her legs to which Y/N responded by placing her hand on his soft fur.

“Sansa’s doing, no doubt?” He teased.

“Apparently it takes a lot of work to make me look good,” Y/N mused, coaxing a soft laugh from Robb’s lips. His eyes softened slightly and he shrugged.

“Well… you look perfect,” Y/N bit her lip and looked to the ground, embarrassed under his intense, warm stare.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Would you… want to sit next to me?” Robb asked unsurely and Y/N looked up, her grin widening.

“Really?”

“I mean, I’m sure you’re already sitting with Sansa but… on the off chance?” He offered, his cheeks turning a light pink that Y/N found adorable. Y/N looked back at her best friend who, despite being in conversation with her mother, was staring intently at Y/N and Robb’s interaction.

“Something tells me that I don’t think she’ll mind,” Y/N decided, grinning at Robb who let out a sigh of relief before offering her his arm.

“I’m glad you said that, I’m not convinced Grey Wind would have forgiven me if I didn’t sit with you,” Robb mentioned as he led her to the long table where he was sitting.

“Oh so you only wanted my company for Grey Wind?” Y/N teased, nudging him playfully and Robb’s blush deepend as he laughed.

“No, Lady Y/N, I think you’re well aware of how much I adore your company,” Y/N felt heat rushing to her cheeks.

“Then I’m sure you knew my answer well before I gave it,” she said lowly.

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Once they had feasted, the feast consisting of laughter, flirting and lots of blushing from both parties, Robb stood and offered his arm to her once more.

“It would not be right for you not to dance on your nameday,��� he said as an explanation. Y/N took his arm, standing up and allowing him to lead her to the centre of the room for a dance. “Have I told you how beautiful you look in Stark colours?” Robb whispered, leaning in close to speak directly into her ear. Y/N bit her lip shyly and shook her head.

“No, I don’t believe you have,” Robb beamed at her.

“Well you do,” he promised. “Absolutely stunning.”

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40.)Touching Noses Together

That’s the way the ugly cookie crumbles

Of course, Cuckoo and Calliope did not want to be away from their children.

Yet, Zeta suggested that the two take the day off; she suggested that they go out and focus on themselves.

While she focused on the twins, something she of course did not mind.

“Oooh, she’s so adorable!”

“Hey, I want to hold her next!”

“No way, she chose me.”

It was no surprise to Zeta when one of the twins had decided to vanish away, this no doubt being little Rory. 

She had just been feeding the two infants, Rory having decided that they had finished while Clara allowed Zeta to continue the feeding. 

Rory found it rather boring waiting for their sister to finish, even after creating a litter of spiders that made them give a few giggles. And so, Rory vanished into the air.

“I hope she takes a while finding them.” one of the circus performers laughed to themselves, others nodding in agreement as they all huddled around a single performer that, in their arms, held a cuddling Clara. “If Zeta were here, she’d-”

“I would, what?”

In that moment, everybody but Clara froze in a panic. Ever so slowly, the performers turned as the atmosphere turned into an eerie one.

The baby they all watched then gave a squeal of delight, her eyes right on the tall woman she considered family as she made a grabbing motion towards her.

“What have you been doing with the baby?” the woman made her way towards the crowd as they all took notice of the missing twin that was now in her left arm.

“Nothing!”

“We were just watching her!”

“Just like you asked us to!”

“Of course you were.” Zeta snarled at them, soon taking Clara into her free arm before turning and walking away, leaving the performers. “Now get back to work.”

“Yes Zeta.” they all replied in unison, watching as Zeta made her way out of the circus.

“We go years without a baby or child and here, and now that there are two, we aren’t even allowed near them.”

In that moment, it was almost as if a tire screech was heard, everybody’s eyes widening in fear as they saw Zeta stop in her tracks before menacingly turning her head.

In that moment, everybody ran.

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“Interesting flowers.” 

Clara giggled to herself as she sat on a picnic blanket, her sibling seated right beside her as their guardian sat before them.

“They look like the butterflies you made earlier.” Zeta brought a hand down to Clara, ruffling her locks before placing her palm on her cheek, the baby nuzzling right into Zeta’s touch. “You are so adorable, yes you are.~”

Rory made a bit of a sound, grabbing Zeta’s attention before she then reached out to them and gave them the same treatment as well. Right then, Rory giggled before turning invisible, yet they remained in place while Zeta caressed their cheek.

“I love the two of you so much.” Zeta cooed to the babies, then stopping once she felt something...off.

Zeta turned her head as she sensed a new presence, and it was not anybody from the circus nor the twins’ parents. No, no, she could tell this presence had a familiarity to it, a rather rotten familiarity.

“I could have sworn I smelled-” a man’s voice started, right as Zeta locked eyes with a man who had emerged from the woods surrounding the circus grounds. “You are not Lady Death.”

“I am not.” Zeta replied before turning around, making sure to keep the twins hidden behind her tall figure. “Who are you and why are you here?”

“Who are you?” the man lifted his nose at Zeta whose frown and eyebrows deepend. “And where is-”

“She is with her mate, who I have no doubt will not hesitate to beat you like a pulp again.” Zeta answered, noticing as the man was somewhat taken back. “Now, will you leave or shall I have to complete their task?”

“Who do you think you are?” the man took a step forward, though his nose turned once a scent hit him and he saw a pair of eyes peek out from behind the woman. “What is...that?”

“Stay back.” Zeta gently nudged the baby’s head, this being Clara who greeted the man with a smile and a sweet coo.

“Why does that smell like her?”

“Like who?” Zeta clenched her fist tighter, hearing as Rory pulled their sister back, though she knew the man had now caught a glimpse of both.

“Lady Death.” the man grit his teeth, the realization finally hitting him in the face. “No...how-”

Before he was able to finish his sentence, he now found himself pressed roughly against a tree. How did this happen? He had absolutely no idea.

“I know who you are, you rotten bastard.” Zeta growled right into his face. “So, you better stay away from these grounds, or I will make sure you regret even thinking of Miss Calliope.”

“How dare-!”

The man then felt a full wave of shock go through him, right after an immense pain soared through his jaw that had just been punched by Zeta.

“Now, make like a tree,” Zeta whispered into his ear. “And leave.”

Before he was able to respond in any way, the man felt as he was pulled away from the tree and the last thing he saw was the two infants wave ‘goodbye’ to him. Soon after, he was thrown into the arm, a gasp emitting from him as he came closer and closer to the ground, yet never collided with it.

Instead, a new wave of pain hit him after Zeta kicked him back into the air and far from the circus grounds.

“Now,” Zeta turned her attention back to the twins, getting back on the ground before picking them both up and holding them against her chest. “The trash is out, what do you both desire to do?”

Immediately, Clara replied with a hug that warmed Zeta’s chest.

Rory then placed their hands onto Zeta’s cheeks, bringing her face closer to their face rubbing their noses together, Zeta returning the act of affection before planting a kiss onto the top of their head.

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In the Eggs Tonight

Pairing: Scotty x Reader

Word Count: 1938

Warnings: swearing, brief physical violence 

A/N: Based on this prompt: “Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud” requested by @littlecrazyfangirl-98​. Hopefully you like it!! I’m definitely not used to writing Scotty lol. The story is based on what supposedly used to be a Scottish tradition according to some less than reputable sources, so idk if it actually is, but! We did have a tradition close to this but using heated lead instead, so maybe it’s a real thing. 

The first time you met Montgomery Scott, you could’ve strangled him. You could hear him hammering something metal through the thin walls of the apartment. Even your “soundproof” headphones couldn’t get the noise out of your skull. A swing every second as the clock ticked forward from 2:01 a.m. to 2:02, 2:03, 2:04

“The love of God,” you hissed and threw the covers off yourself. The way your blood was boiling, you didn’t even notice how cold the floor felt against your bare feet as you stomped out the door.

He only answered after the fifth knock, unable to hear the door over his own noise. When he finally poked his head out, you felt some of the anger leave you. Despite living in the building for a few months now, you’d never actually gotten know your neighbors and you were starting to regret it as you looked at the man in front of you, red hair sticking up in all directions, thick-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose. His gently curved jaw was covered in stubble. You wanted to run your fingers against the roughness. At least, until he opened his mouth.

“Well, hello. Didn’t think anyone else’d be up at this hour.”

“Pretty sure half the building’s awake with all that hammering you’re doing.”

“Aye, what can I say? I do love getting hammered.” He smiled at you, hoping the joke would lighten the air, but your scowl only deepend. “Alright I’m sorry, lass. I was working on a new project and got a bit carried away, but I could be convinced to keep it quiet if you tell me your name.”

You remained unimpressed. “How about you keep it quiet and I won’t tell the property manager you’ve got an open flame in your apartment.”

“I haven’t got an open flame.”

“No? Then what’s that?” You pointed to a the metal contraption in the living room. It was currently shooting a small flurry of sparks onto the carpet, which was beginning to smoke.

“Shite,” your neighbor said, bolting back into his apartment to deal with the mess and stumbling over a few stray scraps of metal. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you turned back to your apartment. “I’m Scotty, by the way,” he called after you. “It was a pleasure to-” whatever he was going to say was lost in a string of curses as the fire alarms started going off.

The second time you met Scotty was an accident. Whether or not it was a happy one was still up for debate. You were coming home from a rather unspectacular date with your boyfriend, who seemed oblivious. He was always oblivious.

You stood in the doorway to your apartment, trying to keep him from coming inside as you fumbled with your keys and your thoughts, wondering if there was an easy way to break up with someone. He, of course, couldn’t tell anything was wrong as he tried to duck around you.

“Come on, babe. I want a beer.”

“You had three at the restaurant,” you muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you sighed. “I just...I think-”

“You think? That’s a new one.” He tried to duck around you again, but you put a hand to his chest.

“Yes, Rob, I think. I think you should leave.”

“Fine, I’ll grab a beer for the road, then.”

“No, I think it’s better if you don’t.”

“God, stop being such a bitch. I’m getting a fucking beer.” Rob grabbed your arm hard enough to make you wince. Almost as soon as he grabbed you he was yanked off.

“Oi, mate. Think she said it’s time for you to go.” You had to admit, the leather jacket made Scotty look tough, despite being half a head shorter than Rob.

“Don’t think it’s any of your business, Braveheart.”

You tried to worm your way between the two before their testosterone got the best of them. Before you could get a word in, Rob pushed you out of the way, sending you back first into the wall. Your head cracked back against it, sending a ringing through your ears. The hallway spun as you blinked the world back into focus in time to see Scotty pull back and swing a punch at Rob, who swung back twice as hard. Scotty crumpled in front of you.

He woke up on a couch that definitely wasn’t his. It was actually comfortable and smelled faintly like flowers. Scotty imagined his smelled like week-old Guinness.

“Oh thank God,” you said, setting a cup of tea on the coffee table as Scotty sat up. “I was starting to think I might have to call an ambulance.”

“Glad you didn’t. My mates’d have my hide if they find out I was in another fight.”

You bit your bottom lip, holding an ice pack out to him. “Wasn’t much of a fight, was it?”  Scotty cracked a smile, laughing so hard he forgot how much his head hurt.

The two of you met many times after that, sharing stories and beers and occasionally couches if you fell asleep during whatever Netflix binge you were running through at the moment. For the most part, you were willing to forgive Scotty’s midnight mechanics since the two of you became friends.

Tonight was different. It was your first Christmas alone - not just since you and Rob broke up. Your parents had booked a couples cruise for Christmas and would be partying in Antigua, leaving you by yourself in your small apartment. You hadn’t even bothered to put up any decorations, figuring there was no one to impress. Instead, you threw yourself into work, finishing your third straight 14 hour work day and looking forward to nothing more than a good night’s sleep on Christmas Eve.

You were just drifting off when the sound of bagpipes drifted through your wall. With a huff, you rolled over, sandwiching your head between pillows. The sound was barely even muffled. You reached for your phone to text Scotty to keep it down. You got a one word response:

Scrooge.

The music quieted, though, and you sank back into your bed, revelling in the silence before it was pierced with a round of raucous laughter. You stared up at the ceiling, listening to glasses clink together, the sound of bagpipes still in the background. With a groan, you rolled out of bed and pulled on the first pair of jeans you found. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

That’s how you ended up in front of Scotty’s apartment, trying to ignore the way your heart beat faster when he shouted your name excitedly. You spared him a joke about the sweater he wore, bright red with a T. Rex in a Santa hat, as you entered his apartment.

It was a mess of lights and decoration and half-finished projects scattered around the living room. Scotty quickly introduced you to his friends before handing you a cup of (spiked) cider. “You’re just in time. We were just about to break out the eggs.”

“Eggs,” you asked, eyeing him warily.

“Aye, it’s an old tradition. You crack an egg and it tells you yer future.” You bit back a laugh, not wanting to hurt Scotty’s feelings. Excitement was written all over his face as he plopped back on the couch, moving a stack of paper plates to make room for you. “Why don’t you go first, love? Ye just prick the egg with this pin and drop it into the water and wait to see what shape the whites take.”

“I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this yet,” you teased as you reached for an egg. Still, you grabbed the glass of water and pin. Scotty held his hands over yours, showing you how to poke through the shell without breaking the egg. Then, you dropped it into the water and watched the whites ooze out. To you, it looked like a mess, but you heard Scotty hum approvingly beside you.

“An arch. Means you’ve got some conflict at work or with yer family. That why you’re spending Christmas alone?”

You stared at Scotty, trying to tell if he was joking. You hadn’t told him about your parents’ cruise, but you were hesitant to believe in the clairvoyant powers of an egg. “Shut up,” you teased, handing the pin to the blond man in the armchair next to you. The cider must’ve been stronger than you thought because you already couldn’t remember his name. Kirk maybe?

Slowly, you went around the room. Kirk saw a snake in his egg whites, which Scotty said was a sign of a happy sex life. Bones, much like you, didn’t see anything in his egg, but Scotty swore up and down there was a boat, a symbol of prosperity in life and work. Finally, the pin made its way back to Scotty himself, who sat, nose against the glass, as he waited for the whites to leak out.

Even you couldn’t deny the shape it took: like an anchor, sinking and swirling as the egg whites mixed with the water. Scotty’s eyes drifted over to you, then snapped back to the glass when he saw you looking back. You thought the tips of his ears grew pink, but it could’ve just been the alcohol in his system.

“What’s that one,” you asked.

“Hm,” Scotty looked at you again briefly before looking away. “Oh, horseshoe. Just standard stuff. Luck and all that.” His ears definitely grew pinker.

Bones scoffed. “Please, I grew up in Georgia. I’ve seen my fair share of horseshoes and that ain’t one. That’s an anchor.”

“Och no, that’s not..It’s, um. It’s a….a horseshoe. You’re just too drunk to see it over there.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not drunk, and I can see it’s an anchor. Is it a bad sign?”

Scotty shook his head. “No, not bad.”

“Then what’s it mean?” You nudged Scotty gently with your elbow when he remained silent. “Come on, Scotty. Not like you to be shy.”

He ran a hand down his face as he leaned back next you on the couch. He wrestled with himself before saying, “It means hope.”

“Wow,” you said dryly, “how unfortunate for you. I’ll pray for you and all your hope.”

“It’s also a sign of soulmates.” Scotty let his eyes drift over to you again and your breath caught in your throat. “That your life is anchored to someone else’s. Steadfast love.”

Scotty slipped a hand under your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. If you had any doubts about what he meant, they evaporated when he pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back perhaps too desperately, having wondered how his lips would feel every time you fell asleep together on your couch. Every time he wandered to your door in nothing but a towel his shower wouldn’t run hot water.

An uncomfortable cough broke you out of the moment and Scotty pulled away, ears red as his sweater with a smile brighter than the tree in the corner. You matched his smile, burying your face against his shoulder to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. You could still taste peppermint on your lips.

Jim was the first to break the silence, picking an egg up and turning it in his hands. “I think I just found a new pickup line.” The room fell back into comfortable laughter as you leaned against Scotty. He put his arm around you and you felt less alone than you had any Christmas before.

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Just a Quick Dip

a/n: so somthing possessed me this afternoon and i wrote this.. I HOPE YOU ENJOY

warnings: spying on boys swimming in the buff and then later; flirtin’ 

FF.net // Ao3 // Masterlist

Hvitserk X OFC // Vikings

word count: 1,533

It happened by accident.

You’d been walking along the path in the woods with your friend, chatting idly as you made your way towards the grove to pick berries. There was a small window when they’d be perfectly ripe and abundant and both of you were excited to take advantage of that. Each of you carried two empty baskets, thinking more about the fruit they would hold than your surroundings when a bark of laughter rang through the leaves and caught your attention.

Knowing you were near a popular swimming spot, where the river deepend just before the rocky falls, your friend eagerly shuffled through the bushes, trying to spy on who had broken the quiet of the woods while you hissed that this was wrong. Ignoring your protests, she carefully peeled back the branches of the bush. Crouching, she giggled to herself at the sight before her, urging you to join. Blowing a huff of air you decided to humor her, and crawled on your knees to rest beside her.

You weren’t sure what you had expected exactly, but it was definitely not a clear view of the Ragnarsons bathing. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, stifling your gasp as you took in the view. They were all nude and joking around, splashing water at each other in competition.

Pulling back you faced your friend. “We shouldn’t watch,” you exclaimed, trying to keep your voice hushed. Ignoring your words, your friend grinned, taking in the sight with joy.

“Look, look,” she urged, pulling your shoulder flush with hers. Peering through the gap in the branches you watched as Hvitserk fought off Sigurd and succeeded in climbing on top of the boulder in the center of the river. Standing on the peak that just barely crested out of the calm current, he pumped his arms celebrating his success and proudly exclaiming he was the king.

Your jaw dropped as you watched him rise from the water, seeing every detail of his form. Watching the droplets roll from his shoulders down his chest, through the sparse body hair that lead your eyes like magnets down his abdomen. Gnawing on your lip, you could feel your throat going dry at the sight, but still you spoke. “This is wrong, we shouldn’t be spying. Hvitserk is my friend,” you insisted though you continued to unabashedly study his improvised victory dance.

“I know you two grew up together,” your friend replied in a chiding tone as she nudged your side with her elbow. “But suddenly, I want to be good friends with him, too.”

So enthralled with the sight before you, you absently pivoted where you sat. Shifting onto your knees, you didn't notice the branch before you, until it snapped under your weight. While the sound was not prominent, it was still enough that all of the boys’ heads whipped around to look in your direction.

Cursing under your breath, you and your friend scrambled to your feet. Meanwhile, Ubbe gave a commanding nod of his chin to Hvitserk, who still a top the boulder, was closest to the bushes you’d been hiding in. He waded to the shore, climbing over the grass on the river bank to poke his head through the branches.

Hvitserk smiled to himself when he spotted the recognizable pattern of your favorite skirt weaving past the tree trunks as you made your escape.

“There’s no one here. I think it was just a critter,” he called to his brothers as he emerged from the bush. The others relaxed at the news, enjoying the warm water as Hvitserk started to plot how he would get you back.

“Did something happen?” your mother asked as you burrowed further under the blankets, refusing to leave the cabin. “Normally you jump at any chance to go to the Great Hall and see Hvitserk. Did he do something to you? Is this something I should know about?”

“No-oo, Mama,” you groaned into your pillow, wanting to shut your eyes and block out your mother’s worried expression,though also fearing the image you’d see inside your eyelids if you did. In the week since you had been by the riverside, you found yourself constantly plagued by the sight and thought of your oldest friend naked.

If you had your way, you’d still be up in the field, harvesting berries--at least that kept your mind occupied. But once the sun dipped below the tree line, your friend began to complain about the bugs and the cold, which eventually annoyed you into returning home. Then, in the following days, your subconscious constantly drifted off without prompting.

You day dreamed of a warm breeze and the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore as you laid in the long grass next to Hvitserk. The sun warming your exposed skin, as he runs his hand up your side--from your hip to your ribs--at a lackadaisical pace. Savoring his touch and the way the texture of his palm, speckled with callouses from handling weapons, tickles at your skin--

“If nothing happened then I don’t see why you need to mope around in bed,” your mother stated, jerking you back from your infectious fantasy. “You’re being silly and I will not tolerate it.”

Though your father had died while raiding when you were a just baby, his friendship and loyalty to King Ragnar had earned your family a permanent place at his table. Feasts were a regular event your mother always made an effort to attend. When you were younger the gatherings never excited you, but still you would join her in hopes to spend the evening running around and having fun as you wreaked havoc with the princes inside the crowded hall.

“Fine, fine,” you grumbled, lifting your head only to find your mother’s exasperated expression. It didn't take long for you to get ready, making so little effort as to merely pull on a clean frock. Your mother fussed over your hair, pulling it back into a pair of neat braids so you’d look somewhat presentable.

Upon entering the hall, you quickly took a seat that was tucked away in a dark corner, hoping to suffer through the night alone. It appeared that was not what would happen. The moment you crossed the threshold, Hvitserk spotted you. He watch as you retreated from the crowd before gathering a second horn, impatient to talk to you.

“Hey,” he said, taking a seat in the empty stool to your left. He set one drink on the table before you as an unspoken offering. Out of reflex you reached for the cup, protecting it from the elbow of the large viking who sat next to you, though faced away.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” Hvitserk continued despite your lack of response. “I’ve been looking,” he added, nudging his knee against yours under the table.

Your eyes shot open at the comment, looking up to finally notice the smirk that rested so casually on his lips.

“Hey,” he cooed in a low voice as he leaned it. “I know you saw us all at the river.” Hvisterk gave you a wink which only served to set your cheeks aflame. “It’s ok,” he added, watching your expression. “I didn't tell my brothers, they have no idea.”

At a complete loss of what to do next you lifted the horn of ale to your lips and chugged down the remaining contents. Hvitserk bit his bottom lip, enjoying your flustered reaction.

While you were distracted by your drink, Hvitserk slid his right hand to his lap. He waited until you lowered your cup before letting his palm languidly snake down his thigh, towards were his knee brushed against your leg under the table.

“You know,” he began as his fingers first made contact. You were hyper away of his touch, growing more flushed as he moved to cup the top of your knee. “If you wanted to learn how to play King of the Rock, I’d be happy to give you a private lesson.” Hvitserk’s voice was low and husky as he made the proposition, speaking only loud enough for you to hear.

“Really?” you squeaked out, unintentionally high-pitched. He smiled, eyes locked on yours, holding your attention in an invisible vice while his grip tensed around your upper thigh.

“There’s no one I’d rather play with.”

The nervous gulp you took was more than audible to him over the din of revlevery that filled the room.

“When-when would be the first lesson?” you questioned, still not believing his offer.

Hvitserk scanned casually over his shoulder towards the open doors and windows. “It’s a warm night. We could start now, if you’d like,” he offered, drawing his eyes back to you at a painfully languid pace.

Once your gazes connected you could no longer suppress your grin. “Okay.” If your response was overly eager, Hvitserk did not notice.

His hand flew from its resting place on your thigh to clasp your own. His fingers twisted between your knuckles as he excitedly pulled you from your seat. You couldn’t help but giggle as you trailed behind him, nearly skipping with joy as you followed his lead.

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Wildfire Records: Breaking America - Chapter Fifteen

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Sidlink Fic: Connecting Chapter 4

Ao3

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5

    “Don’t you think this is all a bit… unnecessary?” Revali crossed his wings across his chest, eyes trained on the Hylian Champion who stood away close to the pillars in a one-sided conversation with Daruk. The Hylian Princess shifted on her feet next to the Rito Champion, both facing the other pair. Zelda tugged at the sleeves of her royal garb nervously, staring ahead with an expression nearly blank.

    “Daruk believes this ceremony and grandeur will be good for us, to make a bond of sorts. I have only known Link for a short time, but I know that there is no bond this ceremony will create.” She spoke softly, as to not be heard by the other Champions. Her expression had not wavered, though the tone of her voice relayed the emotion more than adequately.

    “He is skilled in swordplay for sure, but the rest of us Champions, me especially, we are all the best of what are tribes have to offer. We have abilities he could hardly begin to comprehend, what makes him better than any of us? The rusty sword on his back? Please.” The Rito Champion scoffed, his head to the side.

    “He is required to defeat Ganon, as the chosen hero.” The Princess said as if she were reading directly from a script, her voice flat and emotionless. Revali snorted, and turned to look at her. Her posture was straight with hands folded delicately at her front, the picture of regality. She looked miserable.

    “Oh, please. You know as well as I do that you don’t want him here. And to think, the princess of prophecy not even given a choice in the matter.” He shook his head in faux sympathy. “Of course if given the chance, I could triumph him in battle. What does he have that I do not? A hero complex perhaps?” He nudged the princess. She smiled, chuckling lightly.

    “Revali, I am not so sure that you do not have one yourself.” She laughed, earning a light frown from the Rito Champion. “But I have noticed that about him. In fact I have lost him on multiple occasions because he was collecting hot-footed frogs for a farmer or something of the like.” She continued, light smile present.

    “Ah! Maybe it’s not so much a hero complex as much as him being extremely distractible then! I fear our chances with a ‘Hero’ like him are dwindling, as he might need to put off defeating Ganon to rescue a cucco!” Revali laughed, attempting to stifle the noise with a wing.

    “I do not believe he even realizes what he is doing half of the time. I swear he does this without thinking first.” Zelda watched the knight as Daruk crushed him with the weight of his palm.

    “I have a hard time imagining him thinking at all.”

    “I fear he will get himself into unnecessary trouble someday, and drag me down with him.” Zelda shook her head, and turned to face Revali.

    “He’s your hero.” Revali said, mimicking a swoon. The Princess grimaced. “And look! It’s nearly time to anoint him as such. Have fun, Princess!” The Rito Champion grinned, pushing her forward.

    ~*~*~

    Zelda’s heeled boots clicked softly on the floor as she paced back and forth down the main hall. Her features were drawn in deep thought, and she chewed her bottom lip slightly. Impa sighed, long and drawn from where she sat.

    “Princess.” Impa said. “At this rate you will burn footprints into my nice wooden floors.”

    Zelda paused, frowning at the woman. Impa smiled, patting the seat next to her. The Princess gave a long sigh wandering over with a look of defiance and lowered herself next to Impa. She remained silent for a moment.

    “Impa, I have found the documents to defeat the need of a marriage, but I cannot be happy about such a thing until Link has returned. It has been over a week. That is more than enough time to have delivered a letter and returned.” Zelda threw her hands out in exasperation, stilling, and drawing them back close to her body. “You do not think I frightened him away, do you?” Her voice became quiet and almost meek. Impa shook her head, laying a wrinkled hand upon the Princess’ shoulder to rest.

    “Do not worry, he will return. He always does.” The woman nodded to herself. Zelda’s shoulder dropped as she relaxed, though the expression she wore never wavered.

    “But what if he is lost? Or hurt somewhere?” She lifted her head, her eyes widening with the possibility. She moved to stand, but Impa pushed her back down.

    “Princess, he is a grown boy with a map. Besides, he has been all over the world and back again by this point, I doubt he is hurt or lost.” Impa chuckled, and Zelda’s frown deepend. “He has probably gotten distracted. You know how he is, he’s given a task and he does seventy-six other things before he actually gets to what he’s been told to do.” She shook her head, smiling.

    “It would seem the Shrine of Resurrection has taken more than his memory, but his attention span as well. When he got the chance he would help someone in need, but never would forsake his duties.” The Princess huffed, crossing her arms across her chest. Impa pat her arm lightly.

    “Ah, but it was his duty, was it not? During his quest to defeat Calamity Ganon, he saved Hyrule in many small ways on his journey. He gained the trust and friendship of many people, including the residents of our own humble village. He saved Hyrule one cucco at a time.” A grin lit up the woman’s features. Zelda smiled, looking down with an expression of nostalgia.

    “Cuccos, you say? That reminds me of something the Rito Champion Revali once said to me…”

    ~*~*~

    At the first knock, Zelda hurried herself to the entrance. She stood and dusted her clothes with her hands, prepared to wrench the door open after ten days since her knight’s departure. She squared her shoulders and conjured a speech in her mind to give Link a stern lecture about wandering off in the middle of his duties. At the second knock—a pair of knocks—she paused with her hand on the knob. Link wasn’t at the door. A feeling of despair filled the pit of her stomach as she opened it warily, expression devoid of emotion.

    She swallowed thickly at the sight of two Zora guards bearing the royal crest of the Zora tribe, her knight nowhere to be found. They bowed in unison at the sight of the Princess and rose just the same, their Silverscale spears in hand and uniform.

    “Welcome to Kakariko village. You are quite the ways from Zora’s Domain, have you arrived by order?”

    “Yes, your Majesty. We’ve come by order of King Dorephan to escort to you to Zora’s Domain to ratify and attend the union of Hyrule and Zora kingdom between Prince Sidon and Hylian Champion Link.” The woman said, her voice stiff and official. Zelda opened her mouth and closed it again, staring in disbelief at the guards.

    “When you wish to depart, we will protect you in your knight’s stead. He was unable to attend, as the Prince insisted on beginning the courtship immediately. We are projected to arrive five weeks before the official ceremony, but you may return to Kakariko after you meet with the King and couple in question if you so choose. We’ll return in the morning to escort you, Princess. I am Tottitka and this is Dunma.” Than man continued on, speaking as if he weren’t delivering life-altering news. Zelda’s eyes widened, and her head snapped up. Her regal facade fell completely.

    “Wait, marriage? He’s getting married?” She sputtered, gripping the door frame tightly. Dunma nodded.

    “Yes, your Highness. With the intent to unify our kingdoms, from my understanding. I don’t know much of the story beyond that, we are simply guards.” She spoke, sensing the Princess’ troubled state. Zelda nodded, numbly.

    “Very well then. Feel free to stay at the inn until tomorrow, I will be prepared to leave then.” She said, frowning. Dunma placed a hand on her shoulder, a sympathetic expression in place of the rigid and stoic one she had arrived with.

    “All will be well, Princess. You will be able to talk to Master Link as soon as we arrive, I’m sure of it.” The Zora woman spoke quietly, lingering her hand on the Princess’ shoulder.

    “Please prepare for departure.” Tottitka dropped the end of his spear onto the ground heavily with an audible thud. Zelda nodded and pulled back, her hand on the door.

    “Of course, I will be expecting you in the morning.” The Princess cleared her throat, reverting her composure to that of royalty. The pair of Zoras nodded similarly, and stepped away from the door, turning in sync.

    Zelda shut it behind them, and stared at the woodgrain. Her forehead knocked against the surface as she released a long shuddering sigh. Link thought he had to marry the Zora prince because she herself could not bring herself to. Her eyes slipped shut.

    The floor behind her creaked slowly with added weight as Impa

    “What is the matter, Princess?”

    ~*~*~

    The metal choker held around his intended’s throat like a weighted and pretty reminder of the reality of their engagement. His intended. Something deep within the pit of the Zora prince’s stomach fluttered at the notion, and he dragged his fingers from the back of Link’s neck to his shoulder, squeezing. The Hylian Champion sat at the blue coral vanity, dissecting his own appearance in apparent nervousness. He fidgeted on the stool. Sidon stood right behind bent on one knee to better match their heights, a sympathetic smile set in place. Link turned, craning his neck still against the metal to meet the Prince’s gaze.

    “Are you sure these clothes are fine? Will the council be upset because I’m not dressed nicely?” Link tugged at the hem of his tunic, brows furrowed. Sidon shook his head, a lilting laugh escaping as he did so.

    “No of course not! You are perfect! I will present my intended just as you are. Not with stuffy clothing because our elders wish it so.” He smiled genuinely. “The Zora people love you, Link. They trust you. As do I, you will be received wonderfully.”

    “I don’t like politics.” Link frowned, displeasure etching his features. Sidon chuckled, squeezing his shoulder.

    “I do hope you are not regretting your decision to wed me, then. Do not think of it as political, I will simply be presenting my wonderful husband-to-be to my people.” He said with a smile. Link ducked his head to hide the blush that crept over his cheeks, stray hair falling over his eyes. “If you are, then I believe they are ready.”

    Link nodded, standing and pushing away from the mirror. Sidon stood as well, grabbing the Hylian’s arm lightly in reassurance. He led him to the door where Muzu waited.

    “You are ready? Good then. Prince Sidon, you are to address your people and announce your engagement. You are then free to go where you wish, show him off if you will.” Muzu waved a hand, gesturing through the door. The Prince gripped Link’s arm a bit tighter.

    “Yes Muzu, I understand.” He said, and steered the Hylian into open expanse of the throne room. King Dorephan sat upon the throne, regal, he smiled at his son and the Prince’s intended as they passed through.

    “Are you ready? They are waiting.” The King leaned forward, a glint in his eye. Sidon paused, Link in tow, and gave a firm nod. “Then go, my son. All is well.”

    They descended the palace steps in silence, the chatter and noise of the citizens apparent and excited as they approached. Link clung tighter to the Prince’s side, huddling close as if to hide or disappear completely by his size. Sidon found himself smiling down at the Hylian, any nerves he once had for the moment replaced by a strange exhilaration stirring from deep within.

    In truth the prospect of marrying for political reasons had initially crushed the Zora prince, though he knew his duties and debt to Hyrule Kingdom well. He held Link’s arm tighter and found no regret in his decision, he was happy. He just hoped that Link was too.

    They made the short way to the balcony overlooking the center of Zora’s Domain, Mipha’s immortalized form turned toward the entrance and watching over them. The Prince bowed his head for a moment towards the statue, silently asking for her forgiveness and blessing to marry her old love. Although he did not expect an answer, he remained.

    Clearing his throat, Sidon turned upwards to see the entire Domain had their eyes upon him and Hyrule’s Champion, a bated silence washing over the kingdom. Link tugged at his arm silently, urging him to speak no doubt. Sidon hummed, and drew his hand from the Champion’s forearm to his upper back, fingers trailing the cool metal of the necklace for comfort. The necklace that was on display with very clear intent, display to mark Link as his own. He breathed in sharply.

    “My friends! With the recent fall of Calamity Ganon, we have the opportunity to trade and expand our commerce, to regain our former glory as it was before Ganon’s desolation. We will aid the Hylian people in rebuilding their kingdom, and to do so their Champion and I have decided upon a union to remain true to Zora tradition. You may have taken note of my brief absence, and the reason of my departure is a most joyous one.” Sidon spoke loudly and clear, he tugged Link closer. “I have crafted an engagement gift of my own two hands, set with the Zora’s Sapphire as is accepted and adorned by my intended.”

    The silence that washed over the crowd was broken by sharp gasps, wide eyes and frantic chattering. The Prince had created such a gift for a Hylian of all people, the most revered and important symbol of marriage and love.

    Sidon hooked his fingers around the metalwork, brushing against the Hylian’s delicate skin. Link swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing against the Silverscale partially out of nervousness and partially due to the incessant tugging at his neck.

    “I am here to present to you, my people, the Hylian Champion Link as my intended. He has helped us in our time of need and seen to our individual problems. He has saved us from the threat posed by Vah Ruta and placed our dear late princess’ spirit to rest. Not only did he defeat Calamity Ganon and save the world, he has been a tremendous friend to us all.” Sidon turned, facing the Hylian who was charmingly pink in the cheeks from the praise. The Prince took on a gentler, less formal tone. “Link, you surprise me every time I have had the pleasure to see you. You are a savior and a dear friend, courageous and strong. You are my hero.”

    Link blushed fiercely, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment. The Prince simply smiled down at him, moving his hands to his shoulders and squeezing them in encouragement. Sidon looked down over the rail, beaming happily at the sputtering crowd. Faces of joy and surprise, that of stern council members and of friends. For the most part, the chattering from the earlier announcement had ceased and was replaced with a lengthy stunned silence to his near confession.

    Sidon barely noticed, attention turned back to the Hylian with a certain warm fondness blossoming in his chest. Link looked up almost shyly, cheeks still tinged and glowy with a little lopsided and nervous grin.

    The Zora people watched on, the moments stretching into minutes, watching their interaction with a certain surreality to it. They looked on from below, eyes still wide and unbelieving. Whoever started it, someone did, a sudden cheer rang out across the entirety of the Domain with many following. Happy shouting and tears flowed for their benevolent prince’s fortune. To them this may as well have been a union solely built on love if the engagement gift was any indication. The elders of the council glowered and turned their backs, their wrinkled faces drawn sour.

    A wide grin split across the Prince’s features, and he pulled Link into a tight embrace with such swiftness that it knocked the Champion’s breath away with a surprised gasp. Once Sidon lowered his feet to the ground again, Link’s face was a scarlet red. He scowled, trying his best to shoot an angry look at Sidon. The sight was so wonderful to the Zora prince, he threw his head back in laughter, feeling his own cheeks warm at the sight.

    The cheers died, and left in their wake was a comfortable atmosphere of welcome and joy as the Zora people split into their respective group and gossiped, dispersed. The news of the Prince’s engagement was a happy and momentous occasion, the Zoras chattered excitedly.

    Sidon looked down at the Hylian with a wide grin, incisors gleaming. Link couldn’t help but smile back. “I think perhaps it is time we visit your friends, our people.” The Prince lay a hand on the Champion’s shoulder, heavy and reassuring. Link nodded, following his fiancé’s lead down the large stone steps into the center of Zora’s Domain. People stared at them, at the engagment gift and the hand on his shoulder. It was expected, but Link couldn’t seem to care. Sidon had referred to the Zoras as ‘their’ people, not just his. The Hylian couldn’t place the feeling in his chest into words, not properly. His mind dwelled on the cheering, the happiness of the crowd, their approval. Despite that, he found himself worrying. He wondered if Zelda was on her way.

    Link remained remarkably quiet, even for him. Sidon paused, and looked down. He scrutinized his features for a sign of issue, the slight downturn of his lips. “Link?”

    “Huh?” The Hylian looked surprised, not even registering the fact that the Prince had really even stopped. He blinked. Sidon looked down at Link, his eyes filling with worry. The Prince’s mouth opened for a moment, and closed again. Was Link regretting his decision to marry? His chest tightened at the notion, but shook away the thought. Link had already told him that he held no regrets. Sidon returned his attention to the his husband-to-be.

    “Are you well?” He asked, bending down a bit. Link nodded, glancing away. The Zora prince pulled the him aside, out of the main walk. He knelt down on one knee to get closer, taking one of the Hylian’s much smaller hands in his own. Turning over the delicate palm, Sidon traced the lines with his fingertips lightly, eyes downcast. After a moment, he folded his other hand over it gently. He looked up with a soft smile.

    “If you have any worries or regrets at all, please do tell me. You are my most treasured friend, and soon to be consort. This may have been arranged for politics but do not become formal with me. You may tell me anything that is on your mind.” Sidon squeezed the palm in his hand gently, comforting. Link’s shoulders relaxed, sighing. It seemed wrong to let his free arm limp at his side, so he rested his hand over the Prince’s. His skin—scales—were smooth, slick, Link avoided feeling much as to not startle with his fascination. Rather, he traced the sharp edges mindlessly, nodding.

    “I’m just worried about Zelda, how she'd feel about this. I am her knight after all, though my duties as a Champion were fulfilled. Will I be able to see her again?” Link said, uncertainty to his voice. The Prince detangled his hands, and reached up barely touching the Hylian’s cheek, the tips of his fingers grazing the skin.

    “I believe that she will be pleased to have her solution without having to marry me at the very least. Do not worry Link, everything will work out as it should.” Sidon reassured softly, grabbing for Link’s hand again, pressing his lips to the Hylian’s knuckles briefly before standing once more to his towering position. Link pressed his lips together firmly, ears blazing red, and nodded.

    “Let us pay a visit to your friends at the inn, shall we? They will no doubt like to see you on this occasion.” Sidon suggested as they began walking back into the path. Link hardly had a chance to nod in agreement before a little dense body barreled into his torso, gripping at his sides.

    “Ahh!” Link jumped, prying at the Zora girl. Laruta, the youngest member of Prince Sidon’s fanclub looked up at the Hylian with large and watery eyes.

    “So you're the one marrying him? It’s not fair! How come you get to marry my prince?!” She exclaimed, holding onto Link’s tunic tightly. The Hylian patted her arms uncertainly, his expression a mix of a frown and a look of surprise. Sidon stifled a laugh behind his hand, stepping back when Link shot him a glare from above the Zora girl’s head.

    Tula and Tona approached behind, slower yet both with stricken expressions. Link glanced between the three, and then back to Sidon who held his hands up in defense.

    “I wanted to be the one to marry Prince Sidon!” Tula pouted. Tona’s arms were crossed across her chest, she shot Tula a frowning look.

    “Does this mean there can’t be a fan club anymore?” Tula whined, grabbing at Tona’s arm. Laruta gasped, jumping away from Link. The Hylian stepped back with Sidon, dreading the confrontation as much as he did the first time.

    “Link! Link! You can't marry Sidon, what will we do without the fanclub!?” She grabbed his sleeves and shook him, surprising even the Champion with her strength. Link opened his mouth to speak, exasperated.

    “Of course there will still be a fanclub! Prince Sidon is still the coolest!” Tona said with a wag of her finger at Laruta, cutting Link off.

    “And still very handsome!” The little Zora girl piped up, hopeful.

    “And very taken.” Tula nudged Tona’s side, winking at the Hylian. Both Link and Sidon ducked their faces away, sheepish. Laruta turned to face the Prince and Champion fully. She stood determined with her hands balled at her hips.

    “Link! Prince Sidon! You’re in love so that makes it okay!” She nodded vigorously. Link gaped, feeling to heat of his cheeks deepen, and Sidon looked much the same. Tona clapped her hands together, nearly giggling.

    “You two were so cute up there! I’ve been suspecting something for a while, and now you’re getting married! And the Sapphire? Ahh, so romantic.” She fanned herself, slumping against the other Zora girl. Tula frowned, and pushed her off.

    “No! I was the one who said there was something going on between them!” She crossed her arms, glaring at Tona. Sidon blinked at the girls, and shook his head. He stepped forward a bit, touching Link’s arm.

    “Thank you, girls. I always appreciate the support you give me, and I am glad to know you approve of our engagement.” He smiled, charming. His hand kept on Link’s arm. The three Zoras paused and looked up, sighing.

    “Of course!” They shouted in unison, all looking at the pair with wide and dreamy eyes.

    “If you would excuse us then, there are others to show my wonderful fiancé off to.” Sidon told them, pulling Link close to his side. The girls nearly squealed, nodding with bright faces and huddling together closely swoon over the Prince and Champion. Link’s face burned as he was led away, the fact that he was even blushing so madly just added to the embarrassment.

    Especially when they nearly walked straight into Kodah in front of Seabed Inn.

    Kodah just about doubled over when she saw the little Hylian, red faced and pulled tight against Zora prince, smiling brightly.

    “Linny! There you are!” She exclaimed, pulling the Hylian free from Sidon’s grip. She hugged him tightly for a moment, a broad smile in place. Kayden trailed behind from the open inn, Finley and Sasan in tow. “So this is what you’ve been hiding!” Kodah pulled away, gripping Link’s shoulders still. The Hylian shrugged, a smile of his own creeping up. Kayden stepped forward, bowing respectively to the Prince.

    “Congratulations my Prince, Link.” He pat Link’s arm, informally. Kodah released Link, allowing him to drift back near Sidon. The Prince took the gesture with comfort, shuffling nearer to the Hylian with a happy smile.

    “Yeah, congratulations you guys!” Kodah laughed. “I still can’t believe that this is what you were hiding, you were never so sly, Linny!”

    Link rolled his eyes, grinning even so. Finley jumped up. “Yeah! Next me and Sasan will be getting married, once he bulks up a bit.” She grabbed Sasan’s arm, who looked down at her with a frown.

    “Finley…” Kodah sighed, placing a hand on her hip. Finley rolled her eyes, pouting. She looked up at Sasan. The Hylian glanced between the mother and daughter with widened eyes, and stepped back and out of Finley’s grip.

    “I think I’ll stay out of this one.” He laughed nervously. Sidon and Link chuckled, passing a glance between one another. Sidon looked ahead, and bowed his head forward.

    “I thank you all for your approval.” He said cheerfully. “I must apologize however, there are many others to see to.”

    Kodah turned to the Prince and waved her hand. “It’s no trouble at all, thank you for coming to see us. You’d better visit soon, Linny!”

    Link waved them goodbye with a final crushing hug, and left them in the distance to tend to the inn once more, and to bicker as they were bound to do.

    A majority of the day was spent visiting other Zoras and receiving most approval, though some grumbled appreciates of simply adhering to tradition. The sun was dipping low in the sky as they made their way to one last stop. Although Link was exhausted, he insisted on seeing his two old friends at the barracks. Sidon simply smiled at the request, nodding.

    The grounds, for the most part, were empty save for a few lingering guards. Both Rivan and Bazz were shedding their armor, hanging thin silver breastplates on their respective racks.

    “Good job today, Rivan.” Bazz slapped the other Zora on the back, grinning.

    “Thank you, Sir.” Rivan turned. His eyes widened at the sight of Link and Prince Sidon approaching, and his hand stuttered a salute as he straightened his posture. Bazz blinked at Rivan, and noticed the Prince and Hylian. He laughed, resting a hand heavily on Rivan’s shoulder and shaking it.

    “Ah, Prince Sidon! Link! Allow me to say congratulations.” He bowed forward, turning slightly and giving Link a wink. “Again.” Bazz grinned.

    “Yes, congratulations Prince Sidon, Master Link!” Rivan nodded, almost excitedly. He paused, and then cast a curious glance in Bazz’s direction. “Again? You knew?”

    “Of course I knew, I am the captain of the guard!” Bazz said cheerfully, laughing again. “Why else do you think your daughter was sent to retrieve Princess Zelda?”

    “She knew too?” Rivan frowned. “It feels as if I am the last to know.”

    “Oh, do not say that! I am sure Link would have told you if he was able to, yes?” Bazz pat the Zora’s shoulder. Link looked up at the mention of his name, the lack of energy really sinking in. He blinked a few times, and nodded a bit weaker than he would have liked. Sidon stood contentedly at his side, a hand hovering at his back should he fall asleep mid-walk. The day had been a long one.

    “You would have been the first to know, knight’s honor.” Link smiled.

    “I suppose that will be Prince Consort’s honor soon enough, hm?” Bazz elbowed Rivan, grinning slyly.

    “That does not sound as smooth, Sir.” Rivan made a face.

    “Oh, do not be a downer on today of all days, Rivan.” Bazz rolled his eyes, smiling. “Anyways. You must have had a long day, no doubt! The night guard is on duty now, and Rivan and I must return home.” He straightened the rest of the gear of the rack, and tugged at Rivan’s arm. Link nodded, sleepy, and waved lightly as the Prince guided him away, grateful for the shortened conversation.

    “Let us speak more often, Master Link!” Rivan said, waving goodbye. Link nodded, yawning as he was pulled along the now-dark path.

    As they were out of earshot and well on their way to the palace in the silence of night, Sidon grinned.

    “See Link? There is nothing to worry about. All of our people love you.” He said. Link turned to him warily, tilting his head up to catch the soft gaze. The Hylian nodded wordlessly, lowering his head and drooping. Sidon paused with pursed lips as he watched Link do the same, movements slower. He watched him stifle another yawn. With a silent prayer to not startle the Hylian, Sidon gently scooped the much smaller body into his arms, heavy with fatigue. Link’s eyes slipped shut.

    The Prince stood for a moment, staring down at the Hylian’s soft features almost dreamy, he may have been dreaming. His peaceful expression, the way the moonlight caught on the bridge of his nose and chin and cheeks, and the shadows that receded into the dips and shallows of his features.

    This was the man he was going to marry. Sidon found himself smiling.

    ~*~*~

    They had to follow traditional courting rules, the elders had decided. A dinner of sort would be arranged, to encourage connection and compatibility. Unfortunately, this entailed a formal affair with a moderator to watch the pair, as traditionally the pair were not allowed alone together, although such rules had become lax over time. Muzu had be chosen to moderate, since there were no other willing council elders.

    Link pushed the fish around his plate, gaze cast downward. It was too much to look up, he could feel the Zora Prince’s stare from across the table as it was. The Hylian pursed his lips. Their dishes, salmon meunière, remained for the most part untouched. Link kept his eyes trained on his plate, and he thought to himself that the pompous presentation was unnecessary. He would have liked a grilled fish steak just as well, though he’d lost his appetite for either.

    Muzu huffed quietly from the side, arms crossed. The noise was drowned by the strumming of the harp that the Zora musician played from behind, plucking at the strings and filling the silence. Link was grateful for it. After minutes of stretched silence with only the sound of the harp, he heard Sidon clear his throat.

    “Link, is the meal to your liking?” The Prince asked stiffly, taking on a formal tone. Link looked up, lips pressed firmly. He had barely even touched the salmon, and Sidon knew it. The sudden formalities of the evening as well as Muzu watching on made it hard to eat, much less make conversation.

    “It’s fine.” He said tersely, looking everywhere but the Zora prince’s eyes. Sidon nodded, taking a slow bite of his own salmon. The silence from there dragged on, the incessant strumming of the harp as the only sound. That may have made it worse. Link looked back down, to a pinkish drink to the side of his plate. He just hoped it was alcoholic. Sipping it, testing, he came to the conclusion that it was, though not strong enough to make the night more bearable. He wondered if it was rude to ask Muzu for more.

    After several more moments, Sidon cleared his throat again, drawing Link’s attention from his drink.

    “I know very little of your life before the Calamity.” He started, drumming his fingers on the table. “Your childhood, where did you grow up?”

    “Castle Town. Here.” Link told him curtly, poking his fish again. Sidon bit his lip.

    “Castle Town, what was it like back then?” He asked slowly, yet still formal. Link shrugged.

    “Not rubble.” He shrugged a shoulder. Muzu groaned from his side of the table.

    “You two are being very difficult.” He ran a hand down the side of his face, sighing. Sidon shot him a look.

    “We are doing as the council asked, Muzu.” He said sternly, straightening his back. Muzu frowned.

    “The council asked for a connection. I’m seeing no connection.” The elderly Zora groaned again. Link’s hand immediately shot to his his neck, the now familiar metal cool underneath his fingers. A certain guilt washed over him, and he opened his mouth to apologize but was cut off again by Muzu.

    “I know this is not ideal, and I wish the best for you both. I see that nothing will come of it if we continue like this, so I will tell the rest of the council that this night went smoothly. I encourage you both to try something, anything on your own however. I know you are much closer than this and frankly, I cannot stand another minute of watching on.” Muzu said as he stood, wagging a finger at the pair.

    Sidon’s eyes widened, as if he hadn’t even realized how terribly things were going. He studied Link then, his uncomfortable fidgeting, his untouched plate. Sidon’s jaw clenched, and he stood quickly.

    “Understood. I need a moment, please.” He spoke curtly, a stern expression.

    As he left the room and out of the palace, Sidon’s mind lingered on Link’s face. The dejected look as the Prince escaped and left him alone with Muzu. He couldn’t shake away the guilt that welled up inside for leaving so abruptly, though he felt worse for putting his dear friend through that awful dinner.

    The streets were empty so late at night, and the moon hung above the center of the Domain. The Prince’s feet padded across the slick stone, and he found himself mindlessly wandering to the place he knew best. He stood in front of Mipha’s statue, that seemed to glow in the moonlight. The statue that he had known almost better than his real sister. He sighed, one heavy shuddering breath that left him deflated. He shook his head, and looked up at the statue’s form.

    “I should not have left.” Sidon began, studying her gleaming form. “I do not know what happened, what went wrong. He seemed as fraught as I felt. Muzu asked for something else, but what if it goes just as dinner had? You knew him well, Sister. I fear that I am not the best for him, although…”

    “Am I interrupting?” Link’s quiet voice came from behind, his boots shuffling softly on the stone. Sidon jumped back, blinking rapidly. He felt his cheeks warm.

    “Oh, Link! Ah, how much of that did you hear?” The Prince asked, shifting his weight nervously with a tight smile. Link’s eyes softened.

    “Enough.” He stepped forward, resting a hand on the Zora’s arm. Sidon sighed, shoulders slumping.

    “I am sorry about tonight, Link. I do not think I really know what I am doing either.” He looked down. Link smiled softly, squeezing the Prince’s arm.

    “We could always try again.” He suggested hopefully, Sidon gave him an incredulous look.

    “Dinner with Muzu?"

    “No, no, something else. Just us.” Link said, rolling his eyes. He smiled.

    “Just us.” Sidon repeated, as if that were a whole new option. He nodded. “Would you like to swim with me again?”

    “What, now?” Link raised a brow. The Prince nodded again, grinning. “Of course! The waters are gorgeous at night, let me show you.” He grabbed hold of the hand on his arm with his own, barely interlocking fingers as he stooped low and pulled the Hylian close for a tight embrace, wrapping an arm around his back.

    “I am so happy to have met you.” Sidon grinned widely, full of energy once more. Link gaped, blushing madly with a sharp intake of breath. The Prince pulled away and stood straighter, before pulling the Hylian back along the path to the lake and away from Mipha’s statue.

    They walked along, comfortable atmosphere back in place. As soon as they ascended the steps to the open expanse of the East Reservoir Lake, the Prince turned his head to Link with a grin, and sprinted ahead, diving into the water. Link laughed, shedding his tunic and clothes, dropping them as he approached the lake. Sidon emerged from the otherwise still waters, the rippling waves reflecting the moonlight. Link faltered at the necklace, fingers lingering and deciding to keep it or not. His hand dropped, allowing the intricate piece to remain. Sidon looked on, smiling as Link felt the choker, kept it. He waited at the quay, elbows propped on the stone and watching the Hylian with an intense fondness. Link drew near slower, and sat carefully at the edge.

    “That is still not swimming.” Sidon lifted his head, a charming grin. Link rolled his eyes, leaning back. “Come, it is warmer in here.” The Prince took one of Link’s hands and pulled him into the water, drawing him close to his chest gently. Link frowned, blushing. He looked up. Sidon grinned impishly.

    “I know how to swim.” Link mumbled, keeping his head low. Sidon laughed.

    “Yes, but I would like to keep you close for a little longer.” He spoke low, slowly spinning around in the water. Link huffed, rolling his eyes, but made no move to push away from the Zora prince. Sidon looked up to the expanse of the night sky, stars dotting and shining brightly, the moon hanging above.

    “It is a beautiful night. I am glad to be able to spend it with you like this, rather than earlier.” The Prince said softly, turning his attention back to the Hylian. Link looked up at him.

    “Earlier…” Link started, uncertainty creeping into his voice. Sidon pressed his lips together firmly, concerned. Their gazes locked. “You said that you don’t think you’re the best for me. Why is that?”

    “Ah…” Sidon hummed. “You are a Champion, a true hero, and the kindest man I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. The only thing thing I could do to aid you in your venture was to bring you closer to Vah Ruta. When I was young, I read stories of heroes long past. I strived to be like then, to be like you, they were all the same. Defeat the evil, save the princess, outgoing and charming. But you are… Quiet at time, almost reserved. You are charming in your own way, and you have a smile lovelier than all of the stars. You are passionate. I may have done good things for my people, for others, but you are far beyond the rest. While it would be my honor to wed you, I fear that tonight’s dinner was telling of our future, and that I will not make you happy.”

    Sidon looked up to the sky, pursing his lips in embarrassment. His inner musings were only spoken in secret to his sister. He was unused to allowing himself to be so vulnerable, open. He looked back to the sky.

    He wasn't sure of what to expect. It wasn't however, arms wrapping around his middle. Link rested his head on the Prince’s chest, hugging him tightly. Sidon blinked down in surprise, taken aback. Link looked up at the Zora prince, eyes filled with determined emotion. The Prince felt exposed, raw, and different emotions welled up deep within himself. He closed his arms gently around his childhood hero, his most treasured friend, his fiancé. Every passing moment, his heart hammered in his chest.

    Sidon hadn't realized it, but something grew within him, something that had no beginning or end. It bloomed in that moment, blossoming from simple and unnoticed feelings that may have been more than simple affection.

    Maybe it didn’t have to just be convenience that brought them together.

    ~*~*~

    The weeks passed much the same, and Link found that he had become comfortable in Zora’s Domain, and comfortable with his old friends. Sidon reassured him not to worry about Zelda, and so he didn't. Link’s itch for adventure waned, and he grew accustomed to the Domain as more of a first home. He was happy, comfortable.

    It was in the early hours of the morning when the quiet knock came to Link’s door. He groaned, pulling his pillow over his head.

    The knock came again, louder this time.

    “Yes?” He called out groggily, irritated as he threw the pillow off.

    “Link? It is me, may I come in?” He heard the muffled sound of Sidon’s voice through the door, and considerably relaxed.

    “Go ahead.” Link called, rolling onto his ride to face the door. It opened and shut gently, a crack of light pouring through and closing. From the dim lighting, Link could see that the Prince looked tired. He felt the waterbed dip with added weight as Sidon sat.

    “I realize maybe I should not have woken you, but I find I cannot sleep. You are the most comforting person to me, so I came here.” He said quietly, almost shy. Link smiled softly, scooting over on the bed to make room for Sidon to lay. The Zora smiled gratefully, moving closer to Link and taking his hand in his own, tracing the palm with his fingertips. He settled into the covers close to Link, holding his hand still.

    “You’re always welcome here.” Link said quietly, still half-asleep. Sidon nodded, thankful. They remained in comfortable silence as the minutes stretched on, but Link knew the Prince well enough. There was something on his mind. Sidon shifted, facing Link.

    “How do you feel about the last several weeks?” He asked. Link raised a brow.

    “Huh?”

    “Our courting, since the first time we had dinner together.”

    “Oh, I think it’s gone well. The second dinner was much better.” Link nodded, remembering the time fondly. Sidon frowned in thought.

    “Was that at the gazebo, or the picnic?” he asked, quiet.

    “It was at the gazebo, remember? You tried to cook something nice for me but you set-”

    “I said I was sorry already! How was that better than the first?” Sidon grumbled, pouting in a playful manner. Link chuckled, giving the Prince a pat on his hand.

    “Well for one, Muzu wasn’t there.” Link made a face, and Sidon laughed.

    “I personally think the picnic was better.”

    “I still have the flowers.” Link reminisced, gesturing to a poorly made dried circlet of flowers on the side table. In truth the picnic had been with Kodah and her family as well. Sasan found wildflowers and weaved them into a crown for Finley. Prince Sidon had asked Sasan if he could teach him, so he could make a crown for Link. His lack of previous knowledge and his large fingers made for clumsy work, but he still it presented cheerfully.

    “I feared you would not like it, Sasan makes them much better than I do.” Sidon chuckled. Link rolled his eyes.

    “You made it for me, how could I not like it?”

    “You are much too kind.” Sidon batted Link’s hands, blushing still.

    “I didn’t know you could play the harp until just last week.” Link smiled. Sidon shrugged, bashful.

    “I do not play as often as I should.” He lamented. Link smiled.

    “You’ll just have to play for me again some time.”

    Sidon nodded, huddling closer to Link, his eyes becoming tired. They stayed quiet for a few minutes, and Link imagined that the Prince had fallen asleep for a moment. Sidon's body shifted.

    “Can you tell me about her?” He whispered. Link turned his head.

    “Who?” He spoke quietly in the dark.

    “My sister. You grew up with her and I... I didn’t get that chance.” Sidon said. Link smiled sadly at the drooped expression that the Prince wore. He pulled him closer.

    “Of course I can. I may have lost my memory but I'm sure there's something I could tell you.” Link hummed quietly. Sidon nodded.

    “Once, when we were younger and before we became Champions, I overheard some of the Zora guards talking about a bokoblin camp not too far from the Domain. I wanted to be heroic, I thought I could take it on alone. I charged in with my training sword and wooden shield, and needless to say, I was overwhelmed. Mipha knew my plan, she always did. She followed me to that camp, and when they all charged at me, she was there. With her trident in hand, and finished off the rest of the bokoblins that I couldn't. She scolded me of course, but she would always heal me afterwards. Your sister was best known for her healing, but her work with a trident was phenomenal.” Link told, recalling his old friend. That had been one of the few times he'd actually seen her in combat. He frowned at the thickness in his throat, remembering that she was gone and he was still here.

    Sidon remained silent, his breath evening. Link looked over to find him sleeping, and smiled again. He allowed his own eyes to droop shut, huddling close to the warmth at his side, and falling asleep.

    Link awoke to another knock on his door. He knew it couldn’t have been Sidon, as the Zora Prince was clinging tightly to his side in sleep.

    “Yes?” Link called out quietly, tired, trying not to wake the Prince.

    “Link! We have news of Princess Zelda’s arrival!” he heard Muzu from behind the door. Link shot up, jostling Sidon.

    “Hmm?” The Prince blinked awake, stifling a yawn. Link stared at him, eyes wide.

    “Zelda’s here.”

Chapter 5

[deeafrotailmisstress]

The First Pun

(( a small little one-shot between Tey’api ( @the-might-of-shirvallah​) and Jazali meeting up in Orgrimmar that’s just full of silliness and puns, so probably dont need to read xD))

Jazali put her hands over Tey’api’s eyes with a grin and snickered “Guess who it be!” Tey’api’s brows lifted in surprise and her eyes widened beneath Jazali’s hands in thought.

She pursed her lips “Na’ Kazju’zo. Jazali!”

The troll in question booped Tey’s nose and laughed “Yee, ya got it!” She walked over and plonked herself beside Tey with a curious glance to the floppy hat atop her head “I almos’ didn’ recognise ya from dat ting on ya head!”

Tey’api wiggled herself to face Jazali better “‘s a hat! Kazju’zo got it fo’ me. ‘E didn’ say where ‘e got it, but I love it!” She beamed as she took it off, letting her muss of black dreadlocks fall free.

Jazali grinned and snickered as she leaned back with both her hands behind her “It suits ya!”

The little troll curiously looked around as she asked “Where be da Bear mon? ‘E usually be wid ya..”

Tey’api nodded firmly “‘E doesn’ do well in cities, what wit’ all t’e noise. I wanted to come get supplies an’ stuff, since we comin’ wit’ joo’ all. New clothes, an’ I wanted ta get somet’ing made for him.” The black-haired troll leaned closer to Jaz and stage-whispered “A present.” She straightened up and smiled.

Jazali hummed curiously and shrugged as she looked out over the water with a sheepish chuckle “Yeh, I don’ blame ‘im, I don’ usually come ‘ere unless it be fo’ mah lettahs. I be sure he’ll love ya present.” The little troll suddenly snickered and nudged Tey’s side “Ju probableh can git ya bear mate some fish an’ he’ll be happy.”

Tey’api, not really noticing the last comment, nodded thoughtfully “I hope so. It don’ feel enough to just keep sayin’ thanks to ‘im. ‘E found me an’ saved me, ja’ know. I was bein’ chased b-”

She cut herself off and her eyes widened as she finally let the last statement sink in, making her stutter “Oh! ‘E’s n-not- I mean, ‘e could be- I mean, I’d LIKE for ‘im t- I mean…”Jazali froze and leaned back a bit at Tey’api’s sudden stammer, however nodded a bit at the confused garble of words that she barely strung together.

Tey finally facepalmed, making her silverwear jingle as she groaned “We’re...uh, n-na’ together.”

“Oh! Jus’ t’ought dat from ‘ow close ju two were dat…” Jazali cut herself off with a ‘bah!’ and waved a hand sheepishly as she chuckled “Heh uh, mah bad den.”

“It’s not ja’ fault.” Tey’api shook her head with a small smile. There was an awkward silence between the two before Jaz couldn’t help herself and asked curiously with a raised brow “...but Silvah ladeh want Bear mate?” Tey’api grinned shyly “I like ‘im in dat way. We just haven’t...well, talked much on it. ‘E’s really great. ‘E understands t’at I’m not super strong. ‘E settles wit’ me through my seizes. An’ ‘e thinks I’m funny like I t’ink ‘e is.”

Jazali hummed and looked out over the water with a dry smirk “Dat soun’ nice..” and familiar, but Jaz wasn’t going to open up THAT can of worms. She however did pause for a moment and give Tey a confused glance as she tilted her head “...Ya sneezes? Why da mon gotta go through ya sneezes?”

Tey’api blinked, before she shook her head “Oh, ah, no. Seizes. I kinda...Ja’ know, my goes into seizin’ fits.”

Jazali nodded slowly and pursed her lips as she tried to remember...she had definitely heard that term before, mostly for the village elders in her hometown or for people who were accused of being possessed by the loa. Was Tey a possessed Loa?

The little troll hummed as she warily glanced at Tey “Jaz...kinda know what ya mean?-” she shrugged and glanced over the water “-Be nice o’ Bear mon ta do dat tho..”

Tey’api nodded and stretched her legs out with a sigh “It’s been a problem since I was li’l.” She however put her hat back atop her head proudly “E’s nice. I know ‘e’s a li’l, uh, rough around t’’e edges. He’s just gotta get used to ja’ is all!”

Jazali snickered and rolled her eyes upward as she sighed “Oh yeh, Jaz know plenty ‘bout gettin’ used ta big bears..” She scratched the back of her head and grinned as if laughing at an inside joke that may have been about a big tree.

Her grin suddenly turned wider as she whirled her head to Tey “Ya wondah if ‘e be inta puns?”

Tey’api blinked a few times before looking a bit ashamed. “Puns?” She inquired hoarsely, not knowing what they were “I t’ink I’ve ‘eard my twin Mitz’on speak of dem. Like, once.”

Jazali’s smile turned into a full beam as she nodded her head excitedly “Yeh, puns! Y’know! Like uh...um um um!” The little troll patted her head with both hands as she clenched her eyes hard, trying to think of a really good one for Tey; after all, this would be the troll’s first time hearing a pun!

Jazali’s eyes shot open before she snapped her fingers and shouted “I gots it!”

Tey’api jolted a bit, but leaned forward curiously “I’m listenin’.”

Jazali cleared her throat loudly before she asked cheekily “What do Grizzlies say when dey get angry fo’ revenge?” Tey’api blinked “I don’ know. What do t’ey say?”

Jazali bounced excitedly before she deepend her voice to a silly level and growled out loudly “WHEN I FIND YA, DA CONSEQUENCES WILL BE...UNBEARBLE!” And just like that, the little troll broke down into snickers as she nearly fell over backwards. Tey’api blinked a few times, leaning back a bit before she finally got the joke.

“T’at is t’e… BEST t’ing I ‘ave ever ‘eard!” Tey’api laughed along with the little Darkspear.

Jazali had to take heaving breaths to calm down as she wiped a tear from her eye proudly. Ah yes, the first time is always the most beautiful. But the little troll was far from over. Her ears happily perked up again as she eagerly nudged Tey with her elbow and asked with a bright grin “ ‘Ey ey Tey!”

Tey’api tried to still her giggled, ears perking in turn “What is it Jaz?” She asked gleefully.

The Darkspear barely held in her snickering as she snorted out “Hehe..b..BEAR wid me, dis pun is pretty good HAHA!”

Tey’api snorted loudly and bursted into another fit of giggles, holding her stomache as she howled with laughter “A-anyone who doesn’ like puns is.. unBEARable! Did I do it right?!”

Jazali nearly fell as she roared with laughter and suddenly hugged Tey’api tightly to her side while chortling “YES oh my loa dat was perfect! I be so proud, ya firs’ pun!”

Tey’api wrapped an arm around Jaz in turn for the hug “Oh I like puns! I love puns! I gotta share dem wit’ Kaz!” She sat utterly still for a moment before giggling “I could BEARly hold down my own laughtah!”

The poor Darkspear now couldn’t stop chortling as she hugged Tey tighter “Ju be amazin’ Tey hehehe…” Jazali wiped another tear from her eye as she snorted “If Bear mon don’ like deez, den ‘e jus’ be salty like Bru..”

Tey’api waved a hand dismissively “Oh, I’m sure ‘e’ll like dem. I taught ‘im ‘Tag’ yesterday!”

Jazali blinked as suddenly a very genius idea came into her mind that made her smirk very widely, a smirk that only promised mischief “Oh...By da way… ju ‘oughta tell Bru a pun. ‘E realleh loves ‘em.”

Tey’api lifted a brow but nodded with a smile “Oh! Sure! I’ll figure some good ones out!”

Jazali snickered mischieviously to herself as she finally let Tey go with a wink “But ju no hear dat from me okee?”

Tey’api nodded eagerly “A’ight! I share all de puns!”