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andcars · 5 months ago

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YOU'VE RACED WITH HIM AND you've been under him. still, it hurts you when he outqualifies you. it almost hurts as much when you both still think you're just fuck buddies. ────── original prompt req.

PROMPTED DIALOGUE . . . # “You’ve been staring for a while” PROMPTED TAGS . . . # praise kink, rivalry, friends with benefits, jealousy ADD. TAGS . . . # quickie vibes, sex in the hospitality, author has a language kink, but also deepl translations WORD COUNT. . . # 1.6k

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P11. Fucking P11.

Everyone else is in the garage as you come in, all angry and disappointed. You were tenth of a second behind P10 and you weren't able to push it on the last lap because you went off track limits.

What’s done is done. You can’t work with a car that clearly doesn't wanna work with you. The better part of you wants to let this go and simply rest for tomorrow. Call it a day. Think of how to dominate tomorrow. Sleep it off.

But Franco walks to the garage at P7 and proceeding into Q3. The plan gets thrown away immediately.

You don’t hate the guy, of course not. You’ve met him times before when he was still in F2. If, of course, meeting him included hotel rooms and secluded bathrooms. You met him a lot, if so.

It’s not his fault that he’s better than you, as of now. You should be happy, really. But fuck, it should hurt how some rookie is better than you in a car you’ve driven for a year.

Despite all of this anger bubbling in you, you can’t stay mad at him. You could never stay mad at him, you think. Yet it hurts all the same.

You look away as your eyes meet. Not giving him a chance to even confront you or attempt to comfort you, you leave.

It’s pivotal now to talk with your strategist. He’s expecting you, unfortunately. Knowing damn well that your next duty was to come to him to see how to improve your performance, he already had your data pulled up.

Your, and their, wrongs are being talked into your ear and out the other. The farthest screen turns black, and you see Franco in the reflection. His blurred figure is towards you, his panting from the race still evident on him.

It’s difficult to pretend to care about racing right now. It’s not like they say anything different anyway. The rear wings are fucked, the tyres are fucked, the wheel can’t turn, and your head is just in the wrong direction. All the same things said before.

To the driver’s room you go. Q3 starts and you don’t do anything. The TV screen shows the delayed race as the crowd cheers from the opposite sides of the wall. Franco is in danger, with Mercedes finally coming out from the pit—you don’t expect anything more.

After the stretched minutes alone in your room, a knock comes on your door.

You say, “I’ll be out soon, tell James to get some patience,” with your head in your phone. No fucking way you’re going to be dealing with them while you’re still pissed.

The door opened and you grunt. Looking up, Franco was grinning at you.

“I’m also hiding from Jego,” he says, the grin on his face annoying, “can I come in?”

“And we both get caught?” It doesn’t matter what you think, he puts his feet in anyway.

The couch is uncomfortable. If they aren’t spending money on the car, they might as well spend it on the seats. With you laying across the couch, he kneels between your legs. You raise an eyebrow at him as he undresses his fireproof suit.

You ask, “You seriously wanna fuck?” and he laughs.

“¿Me dirás que no? (Will you tell me no?)” he murmurs, getting on top of you with his hips pressing against your ass. “Did you know I placed 6th today?”

“Mhm.”

“No?” He places a kiss on your cheek. “Didn’t watch me? What were you doing in here?”

His lips ghost over your neck, the warmth of his breath sending a small shiver down your fine. You know he felt it when he chuckles in your skin.

“Getting fucked my brains out,” your voice is flat. “What were you doing out there?”

“Ah, amor (love), you won’t get me like that,” he whines and kisses you once in one side. Then twice the other. He says, “You are so mean though, telling me things like this. Do you wish you were with someone else? Hm? ¿No me querés más? (You don’t want me any more?)”

Franco comes up to part your lips open with his tongue. You gasp a little, your arm limp over his back. His mouth wide open, chest pressed against yours, tongue just brushing against your lips, he says—

“Quiero coger. Te quiero comer a besos. Quiero que me hagas tuyo, mi amor. Don’t go making me jealous because you are.” (I want to fuck you. I want to lavish you with kisses. I want you to make me yours, my love)

His hand is gentle on yours, playing on the hem of your pants as his kisses turn wet. Desperate. Loving. It hurts you how careful he is with you when you spent the past hour hating him in your head.

And he’s always so gentle. He always used to ask you if you liked it, his words almost always in Spanish. As if he’s lost in you, he doesn’t know what words to use.

He no longer needs your permission now. A finger rubs between your clothed cunt as his hand pushes your shirt up to hold your tits. He moans more than you, in love with your body.

“So good,” he murmurs, “don’t ever look for anyone else. For me, please?” You moan against his cheek as he focuses on rubbing your clit through your pants. “I can make you feel so good. Amor, I can be yours.”

In moments like this, he’s too drunk on sex to know the words he’s spewing. He reaches for the lube and condom hidden in your desk. His movements are sloppy. You swear he struggles a little in opening the cap up.

He asks you something in Spanish. It’s out of your vocabulary, so you tilt your head.

“I don’t need to prepare you, right? You’re still loose?” You can see his hips grinding against the palm of his hand. His cheeks are flushed, and you see drool coming down his chin. It’s pitiful.

You nod. “Yeah, just give me a bit to adjust if you wanna—fucking hell.” It’s out of your control when you laugh. Franco eagerly shoves his pants down alongside yours.

“What has gotten you so eager?” you ask.

“I got P6,” he smirks. That little fucker.

His cock is rubbered and wet when it enters you. He moans loud as your hand comes to his cheek. It’s catlike, the way he goes soft against your hold.

Shifting slowly, he grinds inside of you. The soft rubbing inside your walls almost has you mewling. But you keep your eyes on him, ignoring the pooling pleasure between your legs.

Telling him, “You’ve been looking at me,” has his lips pouting. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were in love with me.”

“I am in love with you,” your cheeks flush, and you’re not sure if it’s the sudden thrust of his cock or his words. “I’m in love with the way you race, how you over-perform a dying car, how you move.”

His eyes drop to where you two meet, jittering his hips a little. With the quick thrusts, you’re caught off guard and moaning out his name. He looks very satisfied with it.

“Oh, amor—” his words turn gibberish to you as he starts to move. His pace is uneven, driven by the thought to take you carefully and the urge to bring the both of you to climax. Not a single word is getting into your head.

But his voice is so loving. He’s panting between every other word, lips pouted and eyebrows furrowed. His voice is getting louder, and you put your hand against his mouth.

“Shut - oh, God… Shut up,” you whine, feeling the cockhead rub against your g-spot. “You’re so fucking… good. Just like that, fuck me.”

He shuts up when he goes down to kiss you. Both his arms wrap around you, embracing you as he finds the right angle to make sure you’re still getting stimulated. His hair is rubbing against your clit, the little tickle in them getting you to moan a little louder.

You feel dizzy. It’s not the lack of air during the kiss, you know it. He’s just holding you close to him while he takes you like you’re his lover. Your heart curls in itself, punishing itself for its own stupidity.

But fuck, you want to focus on the now. The way his hands are going up and down your back, soothing you as you get lost in the pace of his thrusts. The way his body towers over you, completely enveloping you in his hold.

“I’m gonna—” he gasps, his pace barely slowing as you assume he cums inside of you. You whine when he bottoms inside.

Franco knows you. He knows you too well. He grinds inside of you before pulling out. Still, he doesn’t let you think another thought before he’s flicking your clit.

“Shit, fuck, Franco!” he smiles under your silent praise as his other fingers tease at your hole. “I’m gonna cum too. Just like that. Don’t fucking stop.”

He only leans down to spit on your pussy, easing the rub as you’re moving your hips along him. You cum with your back arched and your hips off the couch. His hand stills on your clit as his eyes are fixated on the way cum leaves your pussy.

You drop back down when he places your hips on his lap. “Don’t get it dirty,” he reminds you, tying the condom and throwing it in the bin. “It’s embarrassing to explain to the cleaners.”

His humour comes in at the worst moments. You grunt and he only laughs. “It’s not even funny. You’re just telling the truth.”

“It’s funnier in Spanish,” he promises.

You think about how it probably sounds just about the same.

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lost-in-fandoms · 1 month ago

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hi esi! for writing game:

maxiel + 53 bc I remember your amazing wingfics!

From here: Wings/supernatural body features. Hello!! <3 and thank you <3 This is set in the same wingfic universe, right after the last thing I wrote I guess and the same cw apply: unsafe and painful wing care practices.

"You should sit."

Daniel points at the pillow he had set on the floor as soon as Max steps into his room, a belligerent frown still on his face, shoulders curling in, protective.

Daniel can't see his wings, which means that Max has bound them again, after keeping them away for the whole day. It makes him want to cry, cluck at him and fuss like he's just a fledgling, but he doesn't want to spook Max. Or at least, spook him more than he already as.

"I clean them," Max snaps mutinously, going to cross his arms, but immediately aborting the movement with a barely suppressed wince.

He's hurting and he still bound his wings again. Daniel is going to kill someone. A very specific someone.

"I know you do, Max," he says, swallowing his anger like a too big gulp of protein shake, trying to keep his voice soft and level. He knows the fear that hides behind Max's facade.

"Sometimes though, it's not enough to just wash them. You have to actually preen your wings, to keep them healthy, and it's easier to let someone else do it for you."

"I'm healthy!" Max argues, as if he's not standing there, literally unable to do full movements because of how he's treating his wings on the daily. If he didn't think it would get him punched, Daniel would laugh.

"Yeah, but you can be healthier. It would probably make it easier in the car, too, if you could raise both your arms at the same time."

He means it as a joke, but Max seems to take it as a challenge, because he immediately raises his arms above his head, face stony, only betraying his pain with the way he bites his lower lip until it goes white.

Daniel rushes forward, cursing himself internally, and forcing him to lower them again.

"Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

He knows it's the wrong thing to say as soon as it's out of his mouth. Max flinches back, lowering his eyes, shoulders curling even more inwards.

"Fuck you," he spits, voice trembling. Daniel is an idiot.

"No, Max, fuck..." he sighs, dragging a hand over his face and breathing deeply. "I'm sorry."

Max freezes, eyes darting up to look at Daniel's face before snapping down again, tension and confusion hanging around him like a cloud.

"Let's try again, alright? Just listen to me," Daniel says, dredging up all his patience.

Max nods, a tiny movement, fingers tangled up in the hem of his hoodie in what looks like an attempt to keep them from shaking.

"I am not judging you, but I think you would benefit from me preening your wings. If you hate it, or if you want to stop at any time, you'll be free to leave and never do it again. Does that sound okay?"

Max takes his time to consider it, long moments in which Daniel feels his heart beating too fast in his chest, but then nods again.

And then, without any further discussion, he takes off his hoodie and drops down on the pillow.

It makes Daniel's breath stutter, to have such faith put on his hands, almost as much as it makes his heart ache to see how tightly Max's poor wings are bound.

He knows this is his only chance. If he fucks this up, Max's wings will probably never be taken care of again.

He takes a breath, grabs the cloths he had taken out while waiting for Max, and then sits on the small couch behind Max.

Game on.

#wingfic tag #aw i missed this little universe!!!#maxiel #my writing #answered #fic prompts tag

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thewebcomicsreview · 8 months ago

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so what's your take on the recent "stonetoss is a much better comic than haus of decline because it has fewer words" over on twitter?

I really wanted to reply with a snarky dismissive one-liner. I had one written and everything, but then I wanted to make sure I understood the context and looked into this and ugh. Now I have to explain Twitter drama, this sucks.

Okay. Christ.

Haus of Decline makes this comic

The comic pops up again, and a person named Basil sees it and has a take that it has too many words.

As arguably the most prominent Webcomic Critic out there (which is the say, the only one still doing it), I kind of prefer the wordless version as well, but it's a matter of taste, more than an "objectively correct" take.

Basil then follows up on that take with a rather spicier one

It's worth noting here that Basil is saying Hans Kristian Graebener is "better" in the sense that they believe it's more effective propaganda, not in their own personal opinion of quality. And that's....arguable? For one, Haus of Decline isn't really trying to be left-wing propaganda, it's just shitposting, and for two I think Hans Kristian Graebener's effectiveness is way more complicated and sophisticated than just "brevity". And for three, saying Hans Kristian Graebener is "better comics" is really ill-advised, especially given some context I'll reveal shortly.

Haus sees this, calls Basil a moron, and it turns into a dumb stupid internet argument where both people look bad. And being, again, the top Webcomic Critic, I can confirm that sometimes when you call a webcomic bad the creator will get mad at you over it and that's just something you have to expect and live with and try not to beclown yourself in response to. I don't think Basil responded well here, and "just learn to take criticism" is a pretty common and loaded phrase in Webcomics Discourse. Still, whatever. A questionable take led to a short slap fight. That would be the end of it.

Except. The context.

Seven or eight months ago, Basil made this tweet.

Which is a far better tweet, and is now a meme used by liberals in intra-left twitter discord fights to dunk on the anti-voting Trump-curious twitter left. This tweet also came around the time Will Stancil was whipping a lot of normie liberals to push back against the anti-Biden narrative and obviously the election itself has led a notable shift in the vibes where you're seeing a lot more "Biden's not that bad" takes and even a bit of "Actually, Biden is good and I'm tired of pretending he's not" in leftist spaces. And if you follow my personal account you'll know that my vibes have also shifted in that direction a lot. Basil obviously didn't cause the shift, even Stancil didn't, it was the election, but it's their name on the top of the tweet that's used as an anti-anti-voting meme that the left still doesn't has a great response to, so a lot of leftists fucking hate Basil. The kind of passionate hatred you only feel when you're getting clowned on by Matthew fucking Yglesias. So there's a huge hate mob against Basil in the way that hate mobs tend to occur.

This all attracts the attention of Hans Kristian Graebener, who pops out a comic taking a shot at Haus over this. Which is, honestly, a much better example of why Hans Kristian Graebener is effective propaganda than the brevity thing, because god damn did that pour gasoline on the fire, and....well....tldr:

My take is that this whole fight is incredibly stupid, no one involved looks good, and the only one benefiting from it is the literal fucking Nazi.

#Haus of Decline #Hans Kristian Graebener #Discourse

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twig-gy · 11 months ago

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do you know the name of god? do you know it? is it somewhere, lodged between your teeth. could i pry it out? you would remember it, right. if someone had told you. if He had given His name to you would you give the privilege of saying it. would your voice lilt over the syllables? but, then. you shouldn't. it would be sickening, that sort of perversion, the kind of thing that simply shouldn't happen. there are some names that should never be said. there are some things that should never be stated out loud. i know infinity. it's longer than you think. infinity isn't a number. it cannot be quantified, and it cannot be explained. to Know it is, inherently, wrong. it's not something that should be known, really. it should be a concept and nothing more. and yet...

infinity is longer than you think. but i think you know it. i think if i looked i would be able to find it. tan ni: you know the taste of rot. i can see insects dotted, crushed, on the surface of your teeth. crushed, yet they still remain. you know the smell of ant blood - sugary sweet. sometimes you even take it as face value, because you don't care to ignore it. you take and you don't give. there's supposed to be a balance here. but you have never been one for hesitation or reservations, you just take and take and take, and it doesn't matter to you whether or not it's something that should be taken, something that would benefit you in the end, or even in the beginning. what i'm trying to say is that i think you would know the taste of divinity because it's inherently underwhelming. there is nothing to be gained from it. you take it, you fall under its whims, and you can do nothing about it. because you can't go back. you have a good memory, and we are more alike than we are different, therefore. infinity is the same way. what is divinity if not infinity? what is infinity if not taking, and what is divinity if not taking. this is the reason why i stare at your wings, closer to a perfect divine white than any other color, and i think - well, there are some things that shouldn't be said. not aloud, not written down, not typed, not carved, not-

you get the point, don't you? anyway, if i were to spell out my truest feelings without using stupid metaphors, i'd probably get dizzy from the sheer vulnerability, the sheer - audacity. i will speak in coded messages. the truth is divine and should never fall from my lips. if it did so, i would keep seeing the aftermath in mirrors, i would keep tasting it every time i swallowed - divinity is like blood in that you can't unspill it. in that when it's out it's out. in that it's not the kind of thing that should be spilled, in that i keep spilling it anyway, because that's the type of person i am. in that it stains your hands and all you can do is look down at them, and all you can do is remember it and remember it and remember it and remember it. you need to remember it, because it's what you need, and if all you can get is the aftertaste that's okay. you and me are alike - we take what we can get.

#twig.txt #brainrot.exe #mi pali e sitelen #tw um #bug death #question mark.#bug consuming #?#ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year ago

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King&Prince 6

Nancy was pacing back and forth. Normally, it made Eddie anxious, but since he knew exactly what was on her mind, he decided to let her continue until her short legs tired her out.

"I just-I don't understand you. How can you give him free reign of the castle?"

"He doesn't have free reign", Eddie said.

"Did you put a collar on him? Or cuffs?", Nancy asked. When Eddie shook his head, she continued. "Do you put any sort of spell on him? Or charm?"

"Robin can handle herself. And there's always guards nearby if he steps out of line."

Nancy looked him up and down, then crossed her arms. "It's almost like you have faith in him or something."

Eddie couldn't describe what he was feeling. He couldn't forgive the Harringtons for what they had been doing. But Dustin was right. Unless he could prove that Steve had been directly responsible, it wasn't right to punish him. He could still dislike him, since he definitely benefited from the misdeeds of his family.

And there was a slim chance those hard feelings would ever change.

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Steve got dressed just in time to hear someone knock on the door.

"Hey, your royal slowness, we haven't got time for you to soak all day. I have actual important things to do."

It sounded like the woman from before. The one who didn't want him. Steve opened the door to her unimpressed face.

"Let's go."

"Without shoes?", Steve asked, looking down his bare feet.

"You won't need 'em."

She led him down the hall, past some windows and Steve got his first glimpse of the outside. It looked...normal. Nothing like the blackened, dead trees, and the dry, salted earth that he'd been led to believe this area was. The trees were wilting, sure, but in the typical way ones did in autumn. There was grass and even people doing chores outside.

Past the castle walls, he could make out something in the distance that looked like a town.

"Keep up!"

Steve tore his eyes away and saw that she was a long ways ahead of him. He jogged to catch up, noting the carpet on the floor. He was suddenly reminded of being very young and still allowed to go barefoot outside his quarters.

"Alright", she opened up a closet that was filled with instruments. "I need these moved over to the other end of the south wing and then polished and shined."

"So you're using a prince as both a pack mule and a maid?", Steve asked, brow raised. "What if I refuse?"

"Then I get our all-powerful king to put a compulsion hex on you and hypnotize you to do it anyway."

"Steve!", Dustin exclaimed when he came around the corner, beaming. "I went down to visit you and you were gone! They set you free?"

"I'm less free and more like free labor, apparently."

"You know you're not supposed to go down into the dungeons, Dustin."

"I see you've met Robin. Don't worry, she's nicer than she looks", Dustin grinned.

"Not nice enough to not tell Eddie what you've been doing. And I'm pretty sure he threatened to tell your mom. Maybe I'll just cut out the middle man", Robin warned.

Dustin paled. "You wouldn't dare."

Robin gestured to the musical instruments. "Help out with this and I won't tell a soul."

Dustin let out a breath of relief. "Menial work? That's it? Between Steve and me, we can knock this out easy."

Steve frowned. "I never said I'd-"

"This spoiled brat probably can't even lift a flute", Robin challenged.

"He knows how to kill a guy like a dozen different ways. Steve could finish this in like ten minutes", Dustin countered.

"Ooh, challenge accepted", Robin turned, ignoring Steve's protests. "I'll be in the second music room. Keep his highness on a tight leash."

Fully roped into it, Steve started hauling instruments. Dustin was talking, but he was thinking of his escape. He had no shackles, no bars. He could find a moment to get past the walls and then...maybe it would be better to sneak to the stables and get a horse first. He dreaded the thought of traveling such a distance with no shoes though. Maybe someone had a pair lying around?

Could he steal a pair in town without anyone noticing? He doubted most townsfolk would recognize him as an enemy prince. Steve was deep in his escape plan strategizing, that he just nodded along and 'mhm'ed to whatever it was that Dustin was saying. That kid could talk to a wall and keep the conversation going, which he was pretty much doing now, talking to Steve.

He barely even noticed that they were done moving things until the woman, Robin, threw a cloth at him.

"I want these shiny enough to see my reflection in them", she ordered.

"Why are you making him do all this?", Dustin asked.

"I'm getting new students tomorrow and they deserve nice equipment."

Dustin's eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Oh no one you'd know. Except for Mike."

"Mike?!"

"And Max. And El, oh and Lucas and", Robin went on naming people, some Steve knew, others that he didn't.

"Bullshit! There's no way they're all taking classes!"

"Oh they are. And you are too", Robin said while leaving the room.

Incredulous, Dustin followed her out, leaving Steve alone in the room. Alone. They had left him alone. He looked to the open door, leading out into the hallway, then the instruments spread out on tables and the floor, covered in dust.

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Jeff and Nancy were strolling the halls, discussing how best to prepare for any sort of retaliation when they heard whistling. It wasn't the sound that gave them pause, but where it was coming from. A music room that wasn't supposed to be in use yet. They poked their heads in and saw Prince Steve, whistling a happy working tune while shining a shining a trumpet.

The two of them pulled their heads out, shared a mutual expression of confusion and went to seek out Eddie to report to him, but he was nowhere to be found. That usually meant he was off in town or visiting some other part of the kingdom. Either way, they wouldn't be able to talk to him until he returned.

Steve didn't spend too long rationalizing why he was doing this. He was just biding his time until he came up with a more solid plan. Even though his homeland wasn't really a home, at least no one there wanted to actively kill him. He wasn't safe here and he couldn't forget that. He especially couldn't let his guard down around the king.

Robin remembered him a couple of hours later and led him back to the room he'd first been brought to. Steve had time to actually look at it now. Smaller than his own room but larger than the prison cell. Definitely warmer to. But besides that, it was very minimal and sparse. A bed, a small drawer, and the bathroom. Steve wondered what this room was for. It was an odd sort of guest room.

Robin said something about dinner being brought up but Steve paid it no mind when he realized he'd be sleeping on a bed tonight. He collapsed into it and buried himself in the blanket. He'd be having sleep for dinner.

Part 8

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deathbxnny · 7 months ago

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hello!! platonic scar, jiyan and aalto with a teen!reader who is a fractsidus member and is like sirin?

reader was kidnapped and experimented on from a very young age, which made them hate humanity over time and lead them to joining the fractsidus

As someone who loves Sirin so much as a character, I'm really happy to get this ask from you, Anon!! Thank you so much for it, and I hope you'll like this!!<33

Content: Teen!Reader, vague mentions of child experimentation, angst, hurt/comfort, platonic relationships, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》SCAR

Scar treats you like all the other members at first, as he doesn't see the point in treating you any differently after hearing your backstory. All of them had a tragic background, so what's new? But it was your young age and clear anger that reminded him of himself, that caused him to perhaps reconsider his decision.

When you get assigned to be under his care, he makes sure to train you really well to be as good as you possibly can. He's not good at it and never will claim to be, but he tries to be there for you in his own twisted way. Whilst most would attempt to heal you from your past, he acknowledges it as something that's impossible and therefore just pushes you deeper onto it. It benefits their plans anyway.

With that said, he doesn't treat you cruelly and forms an alliance with you. He'll take care of you and keep you out of trouble, and you'll keep his back free. This eventually leads to you two forming a trusting bond that makes you good team partners. Whilst he has a hard time seeing you as anything else but a companion, deep down, he sees you as family in his own odd way.

》AALTO

Yeah, this man essentially just snatched you up and ran off with you, thinking you were kidnapped and forced to be a member by the Fractsidus instead. And by the time he realised that this was not the case, he and Encore were stuck with what essentially was a child criminal. But hey, the more the merrier, right?

With that said, whether you liked it or not, you're dragged onto a trip with them. You were understandably angry and annoyed at first, often complaining and yelling about how much you hated humans, until you eventually calmed down and noticed that it was alot more peaceful with them. They were silly and unserious, trying their best to be kind and there for you, which over time made them gain your trust.

When Aalto found out about your past, it made him ill. He heard about alot in his life, but the horrors you had to endure at such a young age made him upset. From that day on, he decided to prove that humanity can do better by being good to you himself. He wants you to lead a good and calm life one day... but will you accept leaving the Fractsidus for it? That's up to you to decide.

》JIYAN

Jiyan wasn't hostile or cruel to you when you were captured and brought to him by his troops. Kneeling down to your eye level, the general gave you a look that promised safety and security, despite your clear rejection for it. He initially took you in for questioning, but when it was proven that you didn't actually know much, he decided to take you under his wing instead. Some criticized his decision, but it felt right to him.

Having found out about your past through old records dug up from a mad scientist you briefly mentioned, Jiyan quickly found out about your sickening origins, which reaffirmed his decision. He understood and sympathized with your pain and rage, going as far as telling you so. The world hurt you, and so you wanted to hurt it back. A natural reaction, despite him being against it.

He decides from then on to completely take you away from the battlefield and get you into school instead. He gives you a warm and safe home, practically gifts you anything that he thinks will help you get better. There is a trust between you two that eventually establishes itself once you realize that someone was finally helping you.

#wuthering waves #wuthering waves x reader #wuwa #wuwa x reader #wuwa aalto x reader #wuwa aalto #wuwa scar x reader #wuwa scar #wuwa jiyan #wuwa jiyan x reader #wuwa fanfic

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cloudraker · 2 years ago

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heyo! I saw ur post and wanted to ask for tfp decepticons with a winged! S/o

preferably with megatron, soundwave or shockwave and knockout! Like how they would react and act around them, or like how they would use reader to their advantage? (Not in a bad way)

Reader has a long wingspan (18 ft) and is bigger than a normal human? Like smaller than Arcee but bigger than average.

Please tell me if that’s too much for you! And ty! <3 stay safe

Ofc!! And no worries, it's not too much at all :) Thank you sm for requesting <3

TFP Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, and Knock Out with a Winged S/o

Under the cut :)

Megatron

Honestly probably doesn't even notice you're any different at first until you start zipping around

I would say that of the four he's the one that cares the least

That isn't to say he doesn't care at all, far from it! He's got more than a handful of schemes, plots, ploys, etc ready to use when the need should arise

Depending on how you fly and such, he might take your movements into consideration when it comes to his own flight or when training troops. The information gets passed on to Starscream for the latter, but he's still aware of it

He doesn't expect you to be able to keep up with him when he's flying, but he will commend the effort

He does expect your wings to be in peak condition; they're one of your defining features and something that he see as putting you above the rest of your species

If you're at all self conscious about your wings, he scoffs and tells you to take pride in what sets you apart. It's not great advice, but it's something

Soundwave

Enjoys running his fingers through your feathers if you'll let him

Despite being in a relationship, he's still got a job to do. If you're up for it, he'll ask you to do recon or survey areas that need to be scouted in a more subtle way

He's not above using your humanity for the benefit of the Decepticons, but he wouldn't knowingly put you in harms way

Of the four, he's got the easiest time helping you groom your wings due to how thin his digits are

He draws comparisons between you and Laserbeak at times, though he does keep those thoughts to himself

Shockwave

Dude has got plans and ploys in place to test things and ideas

At times it might feel like you're more an experiment than a partner

He's always more than happy to run tests on how far you can fly and how fast, how much weight you can carry and for how long/far

He's also rather interested in your biology, pulling up diagrams of a typical human body and comparing it to yours, trying to figure out why you're different

It might be hard to notice, but he's more careful when it comes to tests. It's one of the few ways he has to show he does actually care about you, and doesn't want to see you hurt if it can be avoided

If there's something you want to train towards physically, you can count on him to come up with the most optimal training program possible

He finds it helpful to have you in the lab and having you zip around and collecting tools for him so he doesn't have to step away from his work

He understands the concept of keeping muscles strong, and makes sure you exercise enough if you're keeping him company in the lab

Knock Out

Dude makes sure you know how pretty your wings are

Makes sure you've got every product you'd ever need to keep them in top condition. Don't ask where he got them from tho

Schedules regular sessions where the two of you just preen and gossip

Also finds it super helpful that you can just fly up and reach the spots he can't and buff them out for him

Absolutely admires the strength you have in your wings. The idea that you have to actually flap them and have enough strength to get yourself off the ground is foreign to him as it's super different for Cybertronians

Not a fan of molting tbh. There's feathers everywhere and guh they're everywhere

Will still (reluctantly) help you deal with it tho

Knock Out makes sure you know he thinks that your wings make you much cooler than other people, and is not above making fun of the Autobots for having 'inferior' humans on their side

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers prime #tfp #transformers headcanon #maccadam #megatron #tfp megatron #megatron x reader #soundwave #tfp soundwave #soundwave x reader #shockwave #tfp shockwave #shockwave x reader #knockout #tfp knock out #knockout x reader

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yestrday · 10 months ago

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the first thing I think of when Reader is portrayed as naive and innocent in an AU is how in the future they’re worse then all their hybrids combined, and I’m getting some major brainrot over the hybrid AU so just hear me out here ‼️‼️

Reader was of course innocent and naive, sheltered in every way, but that was before their father suddenly decided that playing the role of a doting father in public would boost his dying image more then keeping reader locked up

So Readers thrust into the life of an heir, forced to come to grips with the cold harsh reality that is the business world, and realize that they’re never going to have any true power or freedom as long as their father is still around

So they plan and scheme, analyzing their fathers greatest achievements and his worst failures, learning all about how to play the business world, and people in general, like a fine tuned instrument. Just patiently waiting till their fathers gradual cover ups over the years suddenly make their way into the public eye.

And when it’s revealed that Readers parent abandoned them and then picked them up again for his entertainment, forcing them to turn to mere hybrids for genuine human interaction?

Well, both those concerned for Reader, and those not, take note. Suddenly investigations are happening and their fathers tax fraud and million dollar bribes are revealed, and oh what’s that, he’s also involved in multiple different crime organizations? How horrible

Reader miraculously finds themself to be the CEO how every company that their father had, an owner of all of his properties, and immeasurably rich beyond belief when their father dies in jail under simply tragic circumstances.

Only this time, Reader won’t let the opportunity to take the world by storm pass by. After all, they have a rather beautiful collection of hybrids waiting at home for them, and you know how clingy beloved pets are when you make them wait.

You cant blame the poor darlings though, the public whispers behind lustful gazes and adoring stares, they just can’t get enough of their powerful owner

actually anon this ask (which has been fermenting in my ask for a year now) has been the inspiration in why there's been a whole heir sub plotline in my hybird works.

i like the idea of the hybrids subtly corrupting the innocent bird that's been in their cage for far too long, now able to spread their wings but just doesn't know how. they feed darling whispers about how their parent abandoned them, how they're the only family they have. and all of them are oh so eager to follow reader's convoluted schemes to bring down their father and the company's enemies.

i find that corrupting darling would have many benefits to the hybrids. one, well, corruption arc? it would be just so lovely to see your naivety crushed and broken, making you rely on them not as your protectors but also as your fellow sinners in this plan. two, since you're so influential, you'll be able to at least influence society's views on hybrids. you'll be in a high enough position to influence lawmakers to loosen their binds on hybrids, to make hybrids equal... idk, just a thought.

this only applies to zhongli, since he's bound by a contract to your father, but this could be the perfect opportunity to revenge. what better way to take revenge on the man who coerced you into a humiliating contract than watch his own flesh and blood (who he does love despite all his callousness) impeach him from his throne and throw him into jail. it's perfect. plus, he'll be able to spend freedom with you forever and ever <3

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #yester.shorts #yester.au — hybrids 🐾

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indigovigilance · 1 year ago

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When They Became Their Own Side

Can I just say that gif-clipping the scenes to make this meta broke my heart all over again so good job JF, NG, MS & DT.

Anyways.

I'm going to discuss the major contenders for "the scene in which Aziraphale and Crowley became their own side," and then tell you when I think it happened, below the cut:

Identifying the Third Side

By the time you clicked "Keep reading" you probably had a scene in mind. I'm going to predict it was this:

Which is an extremely strong contender, though frankly this entire scene is filled with character-trajectory changing lines (Satan bless you JF), so I'll take it as within-error-limits if you picked anything immediately adjacent to this.

The reasoning behind it is solid: Aziraphale knows, on a spiritual level, that he is not on Heaven's team anymore. He fully expects to go to Hell. He's ready.

But he finds out that he's not going to Hell. Despite Crawley's statement that nothing has to change, we know that everything has changed for Aziraphale. Neither truly a part of Heaven nor or Hell, he now knows that he occupies the liminal third space, a realm that has been home to Crawley for quite some time. Yes, it is lonely, but maybe a little less lonely than it was before, or would have been; where once there was only one, now there are two. By the end of this scene, they both know that they are on the same side, a third side, and the pain of separation that entails. But being and knowing are different things, and I would argue that Aziraphale was on Crowley's side before he realized it, which means we have to go further back.

The Revelation of Confluence

Maybe you thought of this:

...and this scene is a great choice, because as of this moment Aziraphale knows (and Crowley knows he knows) that they have a confluence of goals and morals. Every action in the rest of Book of Job is based on the common understanding and trust relationship they establish in this scene. But again, did they need to know that they were on the same side to be on the same side? Their moral compasses would still have aligned and they would still be working for common purpose even if Aziraphale had not uncovered the ruse. I would still say we could go further back.

Establishing Loyalty

Perhaps, trying to beat me to the punch, you went back so far that you went off the page, so to speak, to Before the Beginning:

A rare but solid choice, and entirely defensible. Aziraphale has just met Crowley and rather than ratting him out or letting him face the very just and deserved consequences that the Almighty would exact upon such a divergent, free-thinking celestial, Aziraphale gives him advice to keep him safe. He is protecting the Starmaker from Heaven, which seems to put him on the Starmaker's side in opposition to Heaven. Aziraphale's first loyalty is to his principles, stretching his proverbial wing over the Starmaker to shield him from the reign of the Almighty, and no, that wasn't a spelling mistake. We see as well that the Starmaker, quite explicitly, puts his principles first. In this way the two are similarly defective (in the sense that they are defectors), but their principles don't strictly overlap here. Neither of them are fully on Heaven's side, but it would be a stretch to say that they are on the same side.

More importantly, the Starmaker isn't really on anyone's side; the Starmaker doesn't even seem to be aware that there are sides! Just a project that would benefit from some suggestions, a fresh point of view. So they certainly aren't on Aziraphale's side. But the fact that Aziraphale has tried to protect them is important, and I will reference it later, so hang onto that thought.

Forming Trust

Maybe you're a real dreamer, and your beautiful brain lighted upon this scene:

Absolutely brilliant, tumblrite, because Aziraphale isn't even going to tell God that he gave away the flaming sword to a pregnant girl, in fact he'll lie about it to every angel he encounters until the end of days.

But he told Crawley.

Aziraphale puts his fate in this demon's hands when he shares this; after all, what's to stop the serpent of Eden from ratting him out and getting him into Big Trouble? But the thought that Crawley might betray him never seems to occur to Aziraphale, and it seems that his trust is well-placed, because as we know, Crawley will never betray this confidence.

Taken in combination with Before the Beginning, Aziraphale has both kept secrets for the Starmaker and entrusted Crawley with his own secret. This bilateral trust bond is the foundation that "our side" will be built upon.

Nonetheless, up on that wall, Aziraphale still wonders if he's done the right thing, and takes reassurance that yes, being an angel and doing the right thing go hand in hand. After this, Aziraphale will continue to make choices that betray his principles, opting to instead follow the Will of God (see: the Flood). He is on Heaven's side, and whatever Crawley may be, it isn't that.

I think we can safely say that as of this moment, Crawley (besides being head over heels in love), who is already on his own side, is ready to welcome Aziraphale into that space with him, but that Aziraphale isn't taking him up on the invitation yet.

So while it's true that they have a unique bond as of this scene, it still isn't a side.

When Aziraphale accepts the invitation to the Third Side

Sure, Crowley has been on Aziraphale's side since the moment he invented heart eyes in the Garden of Eden, but Aziraphale didn't join Crowley's side until this exact moment:

We were all a little too busy being pissed at Gabriel for this line to realize that he single-handedly brought together the greatest power couple above or below the Earth.

We are simply not stopping Hell.

What they do is up to them.

Aziraphale has exhausted all his options appealing to Heaven to save Job's children, and in this moment, he realizes (because Gabriel tells him directly) that if he wants to save them, he's going to have to go behind Heaven's back to do it.

Crawley and Aziraphale aren't even in the same room. But Aziraphale, at this moment, has turned his back on Heaven and joined Crawley's team.

Crawley just doesn't know it yet.

But Aziraphale is about to go down there and tell him:

A few other meta-analysts have written on the topic of equivocation: communicating in deliberately ambiguous ways so that the person across from you understands your meaning and any unseen spectators do not. (I personally learned this term from @cobragardens, in this meta, and @ao3cassandraic's discussion of kayfabe is a closely related topic)

We should interpret the ensuing scene (which deserves a meta all its own, like this one by @majortomyourcurcuitsdead) through that lens. "You don't have to" and "I know you" are all, on their face, harmless statements, but are all equivocation for:

We are on the same side.

Crowley is understandably wary, and isn't about to let Aziraphale know that he's been clocked. But whatever pretense that he was maintaining dissolves right about here:

Circling back to the top, yes, this is the moment that they each know they know. But knowing that they were on the same side was not a necessary condition of being on the same side. Aziraphale, when he made the decision that any further appeal to Heaven was futile, and that he must appeal instead to Crawley for mercy, had already jumped into the liminal with both feet.

Crawley will try to deny it, but they both know what's up:

In Summary

This distinction may not be important, but the theme of sides is so strong that this felt like a topic worth exploring.

The argument that Aziraphale enters and exits the third team is also a very defensible one; he will denounce and then rejoin Crowley across the millennia to come. But the first time he makes the decision that he will work with Crawley to collude against Heaven and Hell occurs at the very moment when Gabriel tells him that that is the only remaining option if he wants to do the right thing.

Which raises the question: was offering Satan a contract to terrorize Job, assigning a morally ambiguous demon to execute it, and sending in a renegade angel to thwart it all part of the Ineffable Plan?

I'll let you decide.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands

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echoingvoids · 15 days ago

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As Royalty, Not Lovers (miphvali)

Title: As Royalty, Not Lovers

Theme: Royal arranged marriage AU

Requested by: @dragongirlie56 (Tumblr)

Word Count: 6156

Warnings:��very light swearing and some mentions of violence.

Other Notes: Modern AU and the characters are a kind of Hylian hybrid type thing. So the Rito have wings, the Zora have gills and webbed fingers, ect. Contains OCs for plot purposes.

The car ride had been extremely boring and despite flying in as close as they could to the Zora's secluded capital, it was still a whole ordeal to get to the palace. On top of this, it had been raining non-stop with a rather thick mist making it difficult to see anything 10 feet beyond the car.

Revali had been staring aimlessly for the past two hours, miserably wishing he was back home in the usually clear weather of Rito Village.

"Look, son," Illios, King of the Rito and his father, nudged Revali's shoulder. "The mist is letting up."

Revali blinked to attention and looked out the window. His father was correct, with the rain lessening and the mist slowly curling away as the sun finally showed itself. In the distance he could see the crystalline castle of the Zora, blue lights glowing softly through the dissipating fog. It sat above the lake, nestled in amongst the mountains, and Revali silently noticed how closed-in it all seemed. Nothing at all like the openness of his actual home.

Although he supposed this was home now.

Illios noticed his son's unusual silence and sighed. "Everything will be alright, Revali. You've met her before."

"Four times. Once when I five, twice when I was eight, and once again when I was eleven," Revali tried to keep his bitterness out of his tone. "I'm twenty-two now, Father. Meeting her before does nothing for me if its been eleven years. I am still marrying a complete stranger."

Illios contemplated this for a long moment. "I suppose that is a fair point. But Revali, just keep in mind that this is for the greater good. This benefits both our peoples."

"At the expense of my own freedoms."

"I've told you, Revali. As my heir, you would have to marry and have your own heirs. Our line must continue."

"If that is the case, why am I moving to Zora's Domain and Princess Mipha isn't moving to Rito Village?" Revali practically snapped back. "Doesn't she have a brother who could become king? Why isn't my younger sister being married off to Prince Sidon?"

A sigh. "Because Prince Sidon is already arranged to marry Lady Yona and move to her country and rule her kingdom. You know that to solidify our alliance one of my children was to marry one of King Dorephan's and sending your younger sister to marry Princess Mipha isn't exactly going to produce any children."

Revali scoffed and Illios pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing again. "I always knew your desire for freedom would only strengthen your rebellious streak. Look, you can either look at this like a cage or see it as an opportunity. I can't tell you how to think, but as your king I want you to take it as an opportunity."

This caused a slight spark of curiosity in Revali's chest. "And as my father?"

Illios' green eyes softened slightly. "As your father I want you to at least be kind to her, regardless of what you think."

Two thrones sat on a raised platform in the main hall, in which one of these sat the large, muscular King Dorephan. He smiled as the father and son approached, gesturing widely. "Welcome, King Illios and Prince Revali! I hope you did not have too much difficulty arriving here."

Revali bit back the comment that arose in his throat while his father responded. "Not at all, King Dorephan. It is a pleasure to be in your court again. I presume everything is in place?"

"Ah, almost. But while we discuss that, why don't we let your son meet with my daughter?" King Dorephan nodded to an older man standing the side. "Muzu, could you escort him please?"

The man, Muzu, nodded. "Of course. Please follow me, Prince Revali."

With an uncertain glance at his father, Revali turned and followed as instructed. He vaguely remembered learning about the Royal Advisor Muzu, who had extra-pronounced gills on his neck right below the corners of his jaw and who looked older than the king. Hylia, he probably was.

Muzu took him through a few sets of doors and past many indoor waterfalls. As a people with features meant for an aquatic environment, water was everywhere within their structures and often used an extra source of quick transportation. Revali subconsciously glanced at his navy-blue wings, so large they dragged slightly on the floor, and he suddenly felt very out of place.

Muzu silently led him into an open-aired room with, you guessed it, more water flowing off the walls. The stone faces of the mountains could be seen through one of the massive windows, the sunlight streaming in in such a different manner than back home. Small tables scattered the room and at one sat a magenta-haired woman in a strapless silver dress.

Muzu stepped to the side to let Revali pass through the doorway and announced, "Princess Mipha, Prince Revali has arrived."

The woman looked up and Revali's mind vaguely connected how this person was the same one from eleven years ago. She had always had sweet facial features, but now that sweetness was combined with a mature beauty that came with womanhood. Despite being a year older than him, she looked far younger, and was ridiculously shorter too. Her magenta hair was pulled loosely into a bun, loose waves bouncing as she stood to greet them, with the sunlight glinting off her silver tiara.

She offered a soft smile and a curtsy as she joined them. "Prince Revali. A pleasure."

Years of education kicked in and he offered a small bow. "Princess Mipha. It has been quite some time."

"Indeed it has," she smiled slightly as he straightened again. "I wish we could have arranged a meeting prior to this development, but I'm afraid it didn't fit into anyone's schedules."

Those words sounded exactly the same as what his father had told him. "It is quite alright. Everyone is very busy, of course."

She nodded, gesturing to one of the tables. "Please, sit."

He did as asked, glancing back at Muzu who stood by the door with a rather menacing expression on his face. Revali's nose scrunched up slightly before turned his attention back to Mipha. "So..."

Long silence. She glanced over at Muzu, who was currently looking out the window, and she suddenly leaned over and whispered. "I don't know about you, but I feel...incredibly awkward."

Revali suddenly felt himself relax and with a slight chuckle, he whispered, "Me too."

She flashed a brilliant smile and he vaguely wondered what had happened to her over the years since they had met last. "Well then...how have you been?"

"You're leaving already? Its only been two days!"

King Illios stood by the car, watching the servants load up baggage. "I have important matters to attend to at home. I assure you, I'll be back in three weeks for the wedding."

Revali scoffed. "Fine."

Illios raised an eyebrow. "Ever since you were old enough to walk, you wanted to do things completely on your own. Since when do you need me to hold your hand?"

This earned him a glare and Revali stalked back inside without so much as a goodbye. His father sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Hylia, help my son and help the poor princess who has to put up with him."

Inside, Revali made his way back to his room. His stomach growled with hunger, but there was no way he was eating another one of the horrendous Zora breakfasts. There was nothing wrong with having fish for dinner, but for breakfast? That was too much. Especially since they had fish three times a day. At this rate he was going to need his own cook just so he could eat.

Just as he reached his door, hurried footsteps announced by the clack of heels reached his ears. He paused, looking down the hall to see Princess Mipha hurrying towards him, looking out of breath with waves bouncing loose from her bun. She was followed by a rather disgruntled and wheezing Muzu, who did not look happy.

Revali frowned as Mipha reached him, Muzu trailing behind. "Princess Mipha? Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all!" She took a deep breath and composed herself. "They're announcing the engagement party. Zora News on Channel 16 is coming to do a quick live of my father's announcement."

Muzu had finally caught up, wheezing in a very concerning manner. "Princess Mipha, you should've just let me send a servant! You'll be on TV in 15 minutes and look all flushed!"

"I'll be fine!"

"Muzu is right, though," Revali frowned. "You could have just sent a servant."

She paused, looking back at him almost shyly. "I...wanted to tell you myself."

For some reason, this endeared her just a bit to him. Over the past two days they had chatted about their developments in hobbies and education. He had found her to be a good debater, once you got her to get over her fear of hurting your feelings with her opinion. And although these conversations had let them know more about each other, he hadn't felt any pull of friendship or attraction to her at all.

Until now, at least.

For some reason he found himself smiling. "Well, I appreciate that. Makes it all the more personal. Now if I heard Muzu correctly, we're supposed to be filming? Should we head to the throne room?"

"Oh, of course!" She turned with a soft smile. "Follow me."

Muzu shot Revali a look the Rito prince couldn't quite understand before they both began following the princess. It took them only a few minutes before they reached their destination, coming into the room to find cameras being set up, people calling instructions to each other, and the Zora king have makeup put on his face.

All this was familiar to Revali. There had been countless times the Flying Eagle news team had come for live events in the Rito palace. He usually just couldn't wait for them to be done so he could leave.

King Dorephan noticed them there and he nodded. "There you all are. There's a bench for you two to sit on while I make the announcement. Muzu, you're in the usual place."

The three of them nodded, Mipha quickly locating the bench and heading over, Revali trailing behind. He waited patiently as she settled herself on the bench, readjusting her dress before looking up at him. He took that his cue to sit down and he did, sighing as the makeup crew popped up and started doing his face.

He wasn't sure what he face he was making but he suddenly heard Mipha giggle. He turned towards her ever so slightly with his eyebrow arching up. She giggled again, suddenly clapping a hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed. "I should not be laughing at you, that's so inappropriate! Its just...your face. You look so done with everything!"

The makeup team scurried off to wherever they had come from and as Revali regarded Mipha for a minute, he was surprised to feel a smile on his face. Usually he would give a rather snappy response but for some reason...he was glad she found it funny.

Hylia, what is wrong with me?

Still smiling, he rolled his eyes dramatically, turning forward. The princess giggled again, causing the corners of his lips to twitch as his face threatened a full-out grin.

Then he caught sight of Muzu. The advisor was glaring at them most furiously, mouthing something about "inappropriate behaviors" while King Dorephan settled himself on the throne. Revali saw Mipha's teeth disappear behind closed lips, her expression becoming schooled to a calm, relaxed demeanor. Despite himself, Revali felt a surge of some unfamiliar emotion, wishing he could make her smile again because it was such a nice thing. That would have to wait until later, though.

He frowned. He didin't have the slightest clue what was causing this sudden shift in his behavior. He usually didn't think twice if someone was angry or happy. Why was he suddenly thinking about it now?

The cameramen were all in their places, with their news reporter positioned so the camera was just not showing the king yet. Someone announced, "And we are live in three...two...one..."

The familiar red camera light flickered on and Revali felt himself straighten just a bit more out of instinct as the reporter introduced what was going on. A camera slowly panned towards Mipha and Revali while the reporter spoke on their engagement, before having the camera turn to the king. The king stood to speak, his tall stature practically casting a shadow over the bench.

"Greetings, people of Zora's Domain and those of other kingdoms who may be watching! I am proud to announce the engagement party two days, in honor of celebrating the esteemed Prince Revali of the Rito and my daughter, Princess Mipha's engagement! I am proud to strengthen our alliance with the Rito and I hope this marriage will help our kingdoms stay united for decades to come."

To an outsider, it seemed like Revali was listening but in truth he had completely tuned the king out. He vaguely caught mentions of the party being in two days followed by the wedding in three weeks. The camera turned back to the reporter, who gave a closing and then the red camera lights turned off.

Muzu came marching over. "I hope you two know that your behavior was entirely inappropriate! You both should know that!"

In that moment, Revali decided that he did not like Muzu.

"I'm very sorry, Muzu," Mipha looked genuinely apologetic. "It won't happen again."

Muzu sighed. "Just please keep your composure, Princess Mipha. It is our duty to uphold the standing of the Domain. While I am glad you and Prince Revali are getting along, as the future queen, you must be in control of yourself."

Revali scoffed. "So Zora's Domain is all about false appearances?"

Muzu shot him a poisonous look. "You would do well to apply my warning to yourself too, Prince Revali. After all, you will be our king in three weeks time. Of course, Hylia knows if you will even show, given your track record for irresponsibility."

Mipha gasped. "Muzu!"

Revali's green eyes narrowed at the advisor, who held his gaze. "Is that a challenge?" The Rito prince stood, his expression deadly calm. "If you know so much about me, Muzu, you would know that I will rise to any challenge and I will face any adversity like a man."

Muzu scoffed. "You are merely a boy parading as a leader. You are no man."

"I am more a man than you will ever be."

Revali brushed past the royal advisor, wings flaring on his back as he left the room. He heard Mipha's voice exclaiming something at Muzu, the sounds falling deaf as the grand double doors closed behind Revali.

He stalked down the hallway, pausing for just a moment in front of one of the numerous waterfalls. The running water distorted his reflection and he scoffed. A Rito becoming king of the Zora. As accepting King Dorephan made his people seem, it was clear they were not eager to accept his lead. And why should they? If some Zora prince came and married his sister and became king of the Rito, Revali would be resentful too.

He scoffed. He was never one for forcing women into stereotypes, but this was probably one of the reasons the women were shipped off instead of the men.

"Prince Revali!"

His head snapped up to see Mipha hurrying down the hallway towards him, thankfully alone. His first instinct was to keep walking but...something stopped him.

She came to a halt in front of him, her bun nearly falling out now. "I am so sorry that Muzu said those things to you. It was completely uncalled for and a rather embarrassing show of disrespect. I know he will not apologize so I'm apologizing for him."

Revali brushed it off. "Its fine, Princess. Nothing to worry about. He's not the first to say things like that in my lifetime and he won't be the last. Its just good to know his mindset and I'm sure many share it."

He turned to leave, freezing when he felt fingers graze his wing. "Wait!"

He felt like he was in slow-motion when he turned back to her. She flushed pink and reached into her dress pocket, pulling out a pastry wrapped in a napkin. His eyebrow shot up. "What is this?"

"I--uhm..." She looked away, still holding the pastry out. "I noticed you weren't at breakfast and I figured you'd be hungry..."

Revali felt his expression soften, gently taking the pastry. This woman was sweet and that was making it impossible for him to be angry around her. "Thank you."

Her golden eyes finally looked back at him and she smiled slightly. "You're welcome."

The room was packed with high-ranking people visiting from all regions, the walls buzzing with conversation with music playing in the background. Large parties were something Revali was used to, but this one seemed different. It held the finality of setting the engagement in stone. It threw him off.

He hadn't seen Mipha since the opening speech, which had been nearly an hour ago. It was odd, given she was now by every standard his fiance, but perhaps this was another messed up custom the Zora had.

Muzu hadn't spoken to Revali since the TV airing but he had been giving the prince dirty looks whenever he could. Revali simply ignored him.

Ignored him as best he could, at least.

Although he was glad to have evaded Muzu, he had also barely seen Mipha over those past two days. What causes her absence was not told to him and he figured that perhaps the old advisor had something to do with it. He was sure that it was probably inappropriate to ask on the whereabouts of his soon to-be wife.

But she had sent fish-free breakfasts to his room every day so far. The servant told him.

So now Revali was hovering awkwardly by himself, a glass of champagne in his hand. He was responding appropriately to everyone who came up to greet him, watching them all leave a minute later.

Usually Revali loved being left alone at parties. Now he felt dismally misplaced.

Heels clacked up behind him and he turned, expecting another Lady from one of the various kingdoms. His eyebrow shot up as a familiar magenta-haired princess joined him, dropping into a slight curtsy. "Prince Revali."

"Princess Mipha," he bowed as was required. "I was starting to wonder where you've been. Almost thought you weren't attending."

"Well, it is my own engagement party. It would be rather silly for me not to attend." She smiled, but it seemed subdued.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Revali wasn't convinced. He stepped in front of her, taking in the shimmering silvery-blue dress she wore and the intricate bun her hair was up in. He quickly set his glass down on a nearby table, offering her his hand. "I remember the very first time we met, you said you loved to dance. I assume that's still the case?"

"Well...yes," her eyebrow lifted slowly. "And if I remember correctly, you were a terrible dancer."

"I was five," Revali defended. "And I didn't pay attention in the classes back at then. So," he wiggled his fingers slightly. "Will you dance with me?"

She studied his hand for a long moment before finally slipping her fingers into his. "Alright."

He found himself smiling, leading her over to the dance floor. He was aware of the eyes on them, hearing the whispers of the partygoers. He didn't care what they were saying. His only goal was to get Mipha to smile again.

As they started moving with the music, a look of pleasant surprise crossed Mipha's face and Revali snorted. "I told you I've improved."

"You're have. I was wrong to doubt you." Her eyes seemed to dart about, landing on his face a few times before jumping away. She finally settled for staring at his chest.

This went on for a few minutes until Revali stopped abruptly, causing Mipha to step on his foot. "Ow."

Her eyes snapped up. "I'm sorry!"

"It didn't even hurt," That was a lie. It did a bit. "Look, is what happened still bothering you?"

She pursed her lips and after a long, dragging moment, nodded. "Something like this never would've bothered me before but...Muzu's words have been worming into my mind. I am so acutely aware of my every move and its...awful."

Revali let a slow breath, contemplating. He knew she didn't want to be in this room just by her nervous behavior and evasion of eye contact. He suddenly grabbed her hand, looking earnestly into her gaze, which had settled on him in surprise. "Lets get out of here."

Her eyes widened. "Prince Revali, we can't. The people--"

"To hell with the people!" He leaned forward slightly, holding her hand up. "Who cares what they say? We're people too, royalty or not! Let them talk because they're going to anyway. You shouldn't deny yourself emotions just to uphold some kind of image."

She glanced around and for a moment, Revali was worried he had pushed her too far. Then she looked up at him, golden eyes flashing. "We have to sneak past Muzu. If he sees us leave, we're done for."

Revali smirked. "You happen to be talking to a master escapee. I've snuck out of more parties than I can count."

To his delight, she giggled. "I'm not surprised. How do we do this?"

Revali stretched his neck up, looking over the crowd to find Muzu at the refreshments table, the Royal Advisor's back turned. "We head to that door to our right, into the gardens. The guards won't say anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me."

She gripped his hand a little tighter. "Lead the way."

Revali checked on Muzu's position again before gently pulling her through the crowd towards one of the doors to the gardens. The guards raised eyebrows at them, but as Revali predicted they said nothing and did not try to stop them.

The gardens were very different from most others Revali had seen. This garden was half full of ground plant, scattered around deep, crystal-clear pools of water full of frogs, aquatic plants, and colorful fish. He kept pulling her through until they were a fair distance away from the building, stopping by a luminous stone bench.

Mipha released Revali's hand with a sigh and sat down, looking relieved. Revali opted to stay standing. "Better?"

"Much better," she looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Revali."

His eyes widened slightly at her lack of title and then he grinned back. "You're welcome, Mipha."

They fell silent, listening to the rushing waterfalls and faint sound of music from the party. "Revali?"

"Hm."

"What's it like to fly?"

His eyebrow arched up and he thought a moment. "Goddess, Mipha, I don't think there's any way to really explain it. I guess...I guess it like freedom. Knowing you can go wherever you want if you fly far enough and that gravity can't forever bind you to the ground."

She stood, eyes full of curiosity. "How does it work? Do you just take off?"

"I guess. It is a little more complicated than that. Getting off the ground is the hardest part. For most people."

She was clearly studying his wings and for some reason that made him acutely aware of every feather on them. "I say most people cause it can be hard to get enough power to launch straight up from the ground," he felt his pride swell, and couldn't help but strike his favorite pose. "Yet I have created an updraft that allows me to soar. It's considered quite the mastery of aerial techniques, even among the Rito."

"Will you show me?"

Revali thought a moment, mentally checking himself over. The suit he was wearing wasn't optimal but...to hell with it. "Take a step back."

She did, nearly tripping over her shimmering dress. He chuckled. "I said step, not trip."

"Oh hush, you!"

He smirked, flaring his wings out and dropping into a crouch. He pressed the tips of his wings to the ground, steadying himself with his palm flat on the damp grass. He felt the familiar surge of power and a strong wind kicked up around him, rustling the nearby plants and his hair. He pushed off, stretching his wings out and launched straight into the sky.

He heard Mipha's delighted cry and he spun in the middle of the whirlwind, throwing his wings open at the top and hovering there. Looking down, he saw Mipha staring up at him, hair mussed and a smile on her face. Eager to show off, he banked left, swooping around in an arc. With a single powerful flap of his wings, he shot upwards again, swooping down into a dive. Just when it seemed like he was going to face plant on the ground, he spun, landing gracefully on his feet.

Mipha started clapping. "That was incredible!"

He dropped into a bow, looking back up at her with a smile etched on his face. "Well, I know I'm good."

She giggled and he straightened, smiling back. "Thank you for showing me, Revali."

"Don't mention it."

She had a thoughtful look, seemingly studying his every feature. He decided to study her back, looking at the curve of her jaw, the way her hair was strewn about, and the way her eyes looked like orbs of gold.

He finally admitted it to himself. He found her attractive and loved her smile. That would probably explain why he felt the desire to make her smile and laugh whenever he could.

She suddenly blushed and looked away. "We--we should go back to the party."

He didn't look away from her, asking softly, "Is that what you want to do?"

She looked back up at him. "Not really...but we are responsible adults."

Revali couldn't help but snort. "That's questionable."

"Oh, Revali."

"I'm just joking. Come on."

Two weeks flew by faster than Revali could blink. Muzu had noticed their absence at the party, giving them angry looks but saying nothing. In fact, over the two weeks since, Muzu had barely looked at Revali at all, which the prince found relieving.

Mipha and Revali spent time together every day, especially outside. Mipha showed Revali how to paint and convinced him to make a rather dismal painting of a tree. He taught her how to play guitar and she managed to play a disjointed version of the Ballad of the Goddess.

Revali found himself admiring her more every day. She was talented and sweet, and he believed they had become friends. Which was good, he thought, especially with the wedding only a week away.

Sidon had returned from visiting Lady Yona, flying in late the previous night. Revali was supposed to meet him the next morning, but he was greeted by a servant with an odd request. "Princess Mipha requests your presence at Veiled Falls at your earliest convenience."

"Aren't I supposed to meet her brother this morning?" Revali asked. The servant simply shrugged and left.

Unsure of what else to do, Revali headed outside. He located the falls quickly enough, since Mipha had been teaching him the surrounding geography in depth. He launched himself into the sky, startling a nearby guard and he glided easily over. The skies were beautifully clear today, a refreshing breeze carrying him from the east.

He saw Mipha at the bottom of the falls with two guards standing at the top of the falls and one at the bottom with her. She waved when she saw him and he waved back, doing a loop in the sky before bringing himself to land. He hadn't been flying as much lately so every time he could it was like a shot of adrenaline.

He landed in a deep bow, just to show off. "Princess."

She smiled. "Prince Revali. Always so showy."

"Its not just for show, its utilization of skill," he couldn't help but smile fondly at her before eyeing the wetsuit she was wearing. "What are we doing here? aren't we supposed to be meeting with your brother?"

"At lunch. I wanted to bring you here, and show you something." She dropped into the water, swimming gracefully over to a rock protruding from the pond. Taking the initiative, he flew over to the rock.

"Alright, what's going on here, Princess?"

"As I'm sure you well know, the Zora are known for their swimming abilities and how we can climb waterfalls with ease," she held lightly onto the edge of the rock, her magenta ponytail drifting with the current. "I happen to hold one of the fastest times for waterfall climbing. I want to know which of us is faster."

"A race, Princess Mipha?" Revali smirked. "I knew you had that competitive streak in you somewhere."

She shrugged, smiling. "Are you in?"

He adjusted his leather chestplate before he knelt into position. "Of course I am."

"Excellent. Nabho!" She called to the guard. "Will you do a count for us?"

"Of course, Your Highness," Nabho straightened. "On 3...2...1...begin!"

Revali managed to hear Mipha diving into the waterfall over the wind kicked up by his gale. He shot skyward, the wind taking him up higher and higher. He was sure he had Mipha beat--

--but she erupted from the waterfall at the same time he reached its top.

They locked eyes as he went to land on the stone top of the waterfall. She pulled herself into a back flip, feet landing on the very edge.

He hadn't expected her to slip.

One foot went further back than the other and she fell backwards with a shriek. Without even thinking, he lunged after her, the guards giving an alarmed shout. He tucked his wings in close to himself, diving faster than he ever had before and caught up with her, grabbing her and stretching his wings. The sudden increase in weight threw him off, sending him wobbling to the right and with a determined grunt, he straightened himself out.

He was dropping far faster than he wanted and in a desperate attempt to protect her, he curled his body around her, turning backwards. They landed roughly on the rock, Revali hissing as it scraped through his shirt and stripped skin off his back.

They lay there for a second, Mipha breathing hard and Revali wincing. "Mipha, are you--"

"Highness!" Nabho swam over to them, climbing up onto the rock. "Are you alright?"

Mipha carefully sat up slightly, Revali still gripping her. "I'm fine."

Revali slowly sat up with her, cautiously releasing his grip. His green eyes seemed to blaze as he turned to the guard. "Listen here. Had I not been there, your princess would've fallen and smashed open on the rocks. So next time one of you scorns me, keep that in mind."

He ignored the wide-eyed look on the guard's face, turning his attention back to Mipha. "Are you alright?"

"I'm shaken up, but I'm fine. Thanks to you," she swallowed hard, looking him over. "Are you okay? You landed really hard and jumping after me like that must have caused strain."

He said nothing for a moment, staring into her gold eyes. "I'm fine. Trust me, I'm completely fine."

To his surprise, she dropped her head onto his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you."

Despite the guard standing and staring, Revali lightly rested his cheek on her wet hair, putting his hand on the base of her neck. They sat like that for a long moment before Revali reluctantly let her go and stood, suppressing the grimace of pain from his scraping. It burned.

"Princess Mipha," Nabho breached. "Prince Revali took a rather rough landing and slid somewhat across the stone. Perhaps you should check for injury."

Revali shot the guard a dirty look but Mipha nodded. "Yes. Come on, we should address that before we have to go meet with Sidon. You can fly, I presume?"

"Of course I can," he flared his wings to prove the point. "They didn't even suffer a scratch. Honestly, this isn't the first time I've taken a tumble like that and my back is fine. You are overreacting."

She simply smiled. "Meet me in my room in five minutes."

Without letting him argue, she began walking away. Revali scoffed, watching her retreating back for a moment before launching skyward. He looped overhead once or twice before lazily gliding above, watching Mipha make her way back to the palace. He knew damn well he could easily get there before her but with what had just happened...he didn't want to let her out of his sight.

She disappeared into one of the doors and he swooped alongside the building, finding a door closer to her room. He was standing at her doorway when she arrived. "Took you long enough, Princess."

"Well unlike someone, I had to spend some time walking," with a smile, she unlocked the door and nodded to her guard. "Come on."

Revali hovered at the doorway for a minute before following her in. He had not seen the inside of Mipha's room at all in the time he had been there and for some reason it felt strange to go in now. He shook his head, following her in.

Her room was a reflection of who she was as a person. Everything was organized, with flowing drapes hanging off the windows and numerous paintings on the walls, nearly all of which had her signature. A desk with neatly arranged writing tools was against one wall and a bed with blue sheets was against another. There was two large chairs next to a bookshelf, to which she headed.

"Alright," she gestured to him. "Lift up your shirt so I can see."

He raised an eyebrow and she flushed pink, adding, "The wound. So I can see the wound."

He couldn't help but chuckle and he turned his back to her, removing the leather chestplate and pulling up his shirt. He heard her suck in a breath and then a finger prodded the wound, causing him to flinch. "Okay, give me a second and I'll heal it."

He twisted to look at her. "I'm finally going to get to see these fancy healing powers of yours."

"Well technically you won't see anything because the wound is so far down your back that--"

"Point made."

She snorted, and after a moment of silence, Revali felt...something in the lower part of his back, like a cool breeze. The ache that had started to form diminished and he heard step back. "Done."

He reached down, feeling the skin over. "That's...incredible."

She smiled and shrugged as he turned to face her. "It is something unique I can do. Like how you have your gale."

He stared into her eyes for a very long moment. Mipha, this beautiful, incredible individual, had almost died today. He took in a shaky breath and without thinking, leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. She made a startled noise but made no effort to move, continuing to look into his eyes. "Revali?"

"Mipha, I..." He closed his eyes. "You are an incredible person. You've been so open and kinda to me, I--"

He didn't know where he was going with this. His breathing hitched when he felt a gentle hand on his face and he opened his eyes again. Mipha smiled. "Revali. I'm glad you are going to be my husband."

He stared at her and without thinking twice about it, he kissed her. It was more akin to brushing his lips against hers before he realized what he was doing and pulled back. She blinked. "Did you just..."

Completely out of his element, he shrugged. "Yeah."

What happened next threw him off. First she giggled and then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him properly. Overwhelmed, his hands found her waist and he kissed her back.

Just when he started relax, he heard a horribly familiar voice screech, "FOR THE LOVE HYLIA!"

They broke apart with a gasp, Revali automatically glaring in the direction of the doorway. Muzu stood there, a look of anger and horror on his face. He tried to speak, producing a lot of gibberish before he finally managed, "Good goddess, you've been here two weeks and aren't even married yet! What is wrong with you?!"

"Hey, Muzu, I have one thing to say to you," Revali's eyes narrowed. "You can suck my--"

"Revali!" Mipha clapped a hand over his mouth. "Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

He rolled his eyes and Muzu sputtered some more before simply turning and leaving, going on about "How outrageous this is" and "I'm too old for this!"

The wedding went down in royal history and was talked about years later. Many of the guests had noticed that, despite only really knowing each other for three weeks, the kiss they shared to finalize their union seemed rather passionate.

It is said that the Royal Advisor Muzu resigned not long after the king and queen's coronation, and went on to live a quiet life working in a local library.

King Revali and Queen Mipha ruled in perfect unity, and anyone who knew them said they were not only deeply in love with each other, but they were best friends too.

They had three children, two boys and one girl. Although the king was extremely proud of his sons, everyone knew he had a soft spot for his daughter.

They stepped down from the throne after their eldest son became old enough to rule and spent time exploring Hyrule together. The king died in a hunting accident at the age of 68 and only two years later, the queen joined him.

A/N: took me three times longer than I wanted to get this posted, but its really long, so yay? I randomly write extremely long oneshots (closer to a short story at this point)

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