#if you don’t like it don’t read it

[kidvoodoo]

Jeest Mafia AU, snippet under the cut 💚💙

Joost tried not to make eye contact with anyone at the airport, though the stares he received at his battered face were inevitable. How many tall, blond, bandaged, bruised and bloody men were in a hurried rush to the terminal? Odds say: not many.

‘Not that I should be thinking about odds right now’ chided his conscience, ‘that’s how I got into this mess in the first place…’

His pace didn’t falter despite the looks from the other passengers lining up in their respective lines. All of them with bags and luggage alike underarm or trailing behind them, his own, suspiciously absent.

No time to pack, clothes on his back, phone, wallet and a little vial of two small white pills. Security checkpoint nearly put an end to those, but a desperate, puppy-eyed look and his disheveled state made the officer roll her eyes and wave him through, for all she knew, or anyone knew, it was aspirin.

‘Fix more than a headache’ his inner thoughts sneered, ‘steady on Joost, for emergencies only’.

He kept his eyes on the gate numbers, briefly glancing at the destinations. Cabo, Shanghai, Johannesburg, each a far flung place he could have potentially laid low in for months, relax on some resort beach or in a high class penthouse…

But that’s not where he’s headed.

He spies the glowing gate number, the destination? Helsinki, Finland. He got the ticket the same day he got the phone call telling him to leave as fast as possible, his usually calm and monotone source had an edge of panic to their voice, Joost trashed the burner after that and shredded the last of his books and burned them. He left his apartment as the ashes were still smoldering.

Finland eh? The only clue of what was happening next was the note in the ticket envelope, hurried scrawling in broken Dutch gave him simple instructions:

Taxi to the airport, pay in cash. Get on the plane. Make sure you are in the camera view the whole time, locate the Air Marshal and watch him. Once you are off the plane, head to the pick up zone in the parking lot and look for the black limo. Tap on the driver’s side window and give the password.

“Here for Tommy’s boy” he mutters under his breath. The magic words that’ll guarantee his safety and freedom, or will land him a bullet between the brows…

Better than the alternative.

He’s on time for the early boarding and hands the Steward his ticket, eyeing the Air Marshal at the doors to the plane’s walkway. He’s given a smile and some well wishes for his flight and finally, for the first time in several days, he feels a little sliver of calm wash over him.

‘Can’t cut me up on the plane you fuckers’

He finds his seat, window view and close to the front of the plane and plops down, the ache in his joints and back starting to flare up since the adrenaline begins to wear off.

Finland…he’s uncertain exactly what is waiting for him there, he regrets not grabbing a translation booklet at the terminal kiosk but there was simply no time. His new phone is IP hidden for the time being till he can get a VPN to bounce his signal, so no using Google’s underwhelming translation system…

He thinks back to a conversation he overheard at a conference last year. The big guys were all there, each of them with a meaty bodyguard in tow and a pistol or two brandished in plain sight.

He was there on happenstance, just finishing up the numbers to hand to his boss for the last fiscal year when his curiosity got the best of him.

“Baltic’s are at it again,” his boss sneers, tapping his cigar onto the floor, “think they’ll hide behind the Nordic cunts so they don’t have to play anymore”.

“Hm.” Another well dressed older man hums in response. He’s the police liaison, a former Captain who’s been working with the mob for 40 years. “Not much to be done about it Albert, the Fins have the advantage now, I hear they’ve even brought Estonia into the fold now.”

Albert snorts, getting to his feet and giving a couple other well-dressed people a farewell wave.

“Cuz of that little shit,” he grumbles, motioning his bodyguard to get a move on. “What’s his name? Kät-something? The Union fucker.”

“Käärijä,” the former Police Captain supplies, “his Union is very bold for an upstart, cutting off the trade in the Baltic’s disrupts everything. Heard he’s in talks of making a deal with the Norwegians as well. That’s the case? Say goodbye to the big money”.

Joost tried to linger as long as possible to catch the last bit of conversation, tucking himself against the wall and listening close.

“Damn idiot, Norway doesn’t play with the new players, even if the young lady is supposedly running things over there now. He’s a fucking lunatic to think the Baltic’s will stay loyal, he’ll be done by the end of the year, mark my words-“

A dinging noise jolts him awake from his daze, the Flight Attendants are doing their safety check. The doors to the plane are closed and for the first time in weeks, months even, Joost’s tense shoulders drop with exhaustion.

He is safe. For now.

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Roughly three hours later, he startles awake.

The voice over the intercom of the plane cabin announces in several languages that they have arrived at Helsinki Airport and will begin the landing process momentarily.

He spares a glance around the cabin out of paranoia, nothing out of the ordinary and no unwanted eyes in his direction.

Twenty minutes later and he’s heading out of the plane and into the airport terminal. The weather outside is gray and snowy, the sky a mass of colorless clouds and the sun choked somewhere behind. He shivers just looking at the weather, his cheap suit jacket will definitely not suffice.

He heads down the walkways and tried not to get too overwhelmed with the directions, mostly in Finnish but thankfully also in English.

He’s only a hundred feet from the parking lot when he feels eyes on his back. He tries subtly to peak behind and catch if he’s being followed.

Two men, both in dark blue suits and expensive leather shoes, each sporting a grim, intense expression. They have their hands in their pockets.

Joost picks up his pace, eyes focused on the automatic doors that swing open and shut.

He can hear them closing behind him, their shoes loud against the tiles. He starts to jog.

He doesn’t stop to apologize to the people he pushes past to get out of the door, ignoring the scowls and curses thrown his way. His heart is hammering in his chest, he has but a minute to locate the car before he’s dragged off and butchered in a dark corner…

A car horn blares loudly as he flinches and freezes, he had walked right out in front of a pair of high beams, his eyes don’t have time to adjust as he hurriedly runs around to look.

Black limousine, tinted windows with triple thick bulletproof glass and chrome trimming. The driver’s side window rolls down, a bald man with sunglasses and a mustache regards him blankly.

“P-please,” he stammers, eyes catching the two suited men finally breaching the threshold. “I-I’m being followed-“

“What is phrase?” The driver interrupts, not at all phased by the situation in the slightest.

“Th-the wha-oh yes yes, it’s uh…” he swallows takes a breath and speaks the words softly enough for the man to hear him.

“I’m here for Tommy’s boy.”

The door at the back of the limo clicks open, beckoning him inside.

He all but dives into the car and slams the door shut just as the two men make a dash towards the vehicle, only to stop dead in their tracks mere feet away.

Joost doesn’t have the time to take in his surroundings as he sees what has halted his stalkers. In the split second before the limo peels out with a loud screeching of tires, the window on the opposite side is down just enough to see the startled and blanched faces of the two men, who find themselves held in place by a man aiming a 45 caliber handgun at them.

Were it to fire at point blank range, one of the two men would have nearly had his torso blown open. More than a lethal shot, truly overkill at that point.

The car peels out of the lot and before he knows it, Joost is tossed back into he seat as the limo put some speedy distance between him and the danger.

A loud curse and sound of a window being rolled up. Joost finally levels his eyes behind his cracked glasses to see his savior.

Sitting across from him now with the gun held loosely in his grip is a dark haired man with pale skin. He sports a blunted bowl cut and his facial hair is trimmed and tidy. He wears a long black coat with a layered polo necked jumper and a couple silver chains around his neck. The jewelry matches his pierced ears and nose rings, the whole of his attire is expensive and modern looking.

Joost is drawn into the man’s piercing eyes, blue like his own but with an edge of silver steel, made more intimidating and entrancing by the heavy makeup that lines them.

The man is staring at him, Joost’s palms immediately start to sweat.

“I uh,”

“You are the Dutchman we take in?” The man interrupts, his voice has an hint of annoyance, Joost nods politely and holds out his hand to shake.

“Yes, I mean to say, thank you,” he tries to muster a charming smile but finds himself pinned under the man’s gaze like a deer being watched through a hunter’s scope.

“I’m sure this is a bit of trouble for you-“

“Trouble? I say it is bigger trouble for you and not me. You need a drink yes? I have gin and brandy here.” The man all but ignores whatever Joost was trying to say and busies himself with pouring a drink from a side bar containing glasses and some bottles. “Brandy since the gin is warm, I not have a lot of time to get it ready.”

Joost wants to say something, anything to this stranger but finds himself at an utter loss for words. The man looks at him expectantly, pushing the glass of amber liquor into his hands.

“There you drink that, feel better afterwards. You say you looking for Tommy’s boy? That is what he tell you to say? He think he is funny man, he gonna have to explain to me…” the man trails off, eyes now scanning and taking in Joost’s disheveled appearance. “You have injury? I have some bandage here and some other things uh,” the man stops and searches for a word. “you know, doctor supplies?”

“First aid kit?” Joost supplies.

“Ah yes yes! That is it,” the man grins and digs around a bit before huffing in annoyance and opening the little sliding window to the driver’s compartment. He asks for something in Finnish and the bald man replies. Information gathered, he opens a compartment and fishes out a nondescript black case.

“Okei here it is. Let me see your hand, you have blood on your palm.” He does? Joost was in such a mad dash to get away from the goons who had jumped him back in the Netherlands he didn’t have time to take stock of his injuries. He holds out his hand timidly and the man yanks it none too gently to inspect.

“No stitches I think,” he hums, grabbing supplies to clean and patch the gash on Joost’s palm.

The man’s grip is firm and steady, there is warm radiating from beneath the leather gloves he wears.

“You are Mr. Klein eh?” The man says absentmindedly as he cleans the wound. “I hear you screw your boss out two million euros, not bad.” The man smirks, eyes flickering up to Joost’s face. “I like someone who disrupts the status quo. When Tommy say you in trouble, I had to do something about it. Would be a waste for you ending up in concrete.”

Joost cringes a little at the mention of his dilemma, taking a long gulp of his drink and reveling in the burn.

“I don’t know about disruption, I just did what I thought was right is all. Didn’t think it would go this far…” he wishes he could be more proud, he did take a chunk of money from the hands of the worst men in Europe. Now, he’s a marked man, possibly forever.

The dark haired man seems to sense his discomfort and finishes dressing his hand, grabbing a gauze patch and passing it over.

“What is done is done, you think it is bad thing now, but you make a big move, and now you have a big advantage for the war that is coming.”

Joost finishes placing the gauze over the gash on his cheek, looking at the man puzzlingly.

“What war? And what advantage are you talking about?”

The man leans back against his seat and smiles, his sharp canines peak over his lips and his expression is one of amusement and vicious excitement.

“The war between the Union and the Old Men, tear down their ruined kingdom and make our own. The advantage? That’s easy,”

The man chuckles darkly.

“You have Käärijä in your corner now.”

[milfsloverblog]

why do Larissa writers always have to give her a dick ? I swear lesbians on here don’t know how to have sex without a dick involved and it’s annoying

I am the worst person you could have complained about this to tbh. I haven’t had the time to read anything on here lately so I’m not sure if there’s an affluence of g!p fics or not but even if that’s the case… I honestly couldn’t care less.

I’m attracted to both genders, so writers giving Larissa a shapeshifted cock isn’t an issue for me. I obviously can’t speak for lesbians as I’m not one but maybe remember that not all writers here are lesbians? Some people like cocks and are allowed to include that in their stuff?

Idk what to tell you except learn how to filter your experience on this app. If you don’t like something just scroll past it, block hashtags, etc etc. And if you can’t find anything palatable to you in what’s being published here, nothing’s stopping you from writing your own stories. Those writers you’re talking about don’t owe you anything. Have a good day!

[euruskorvin]

Betelgeuse: Honey! It’s boy’s night tonight! I’m heading off with Wolf and the shrinkers!

Lydia: Oh, is it tonight? Okay, have fun!

Betelgeuse: *clears throat* uhh… I have something to give ye first. *hands Lydia a thick rectangular box*

Lydia: *confused face* [shakes the box] What is it?

Betelgeuse: hey, hey! Don’t shake it too much you’ll damage it, and both of us will not be happy about it! Open it, love!

Lydia: [opens the box] *WTF face*

Betelgeuse: Sooo.. uh I was listening in on a forum yesterday, someone mentioned that if they could just detach it and give it to their spouse for safe keeping… infidelity will be significantly less.

Lydia: So you detached your hard dick, put it in a jewelry box and gave it to me for… safe keeping?!

Betelgeuse: *looks at her sheepishly* Well, It’s not that I will be unfaithful to ye if I have it with me. Hell, even if I don’t have it, I won’t do anything of sorts! You’re it for me! I’m all yours babes!

Lydia: *still looking at the box, and to Betelgeuse*

Betelgeuse: *sighs* It’s more of, so ye can have a more tangible proof that I’ll never stray, and be reassured that I will not be using your favourite part of my body elsewhere. Plus! Ye can use it, anytime, anywhere while I’m not around, like a personal toy! [winks]

Lydia: *tearing up* Oh, Beej! [grabs his lapels and kisses him hard] You stupid! Thoughful, bastard!

Betelgeuse: Hey! [pulled again for a thorough kiss]

[operationandre]

another dark post! anyways, from the zero day website, we know that the boys set off several of the pipe bombs which sent shrapnel everywhere and injured quite a few students. we also know that the boys had knives on them.

so… imagine andre sets off one of the bombs, throwing it at a group of students and running off. cal stays behind, though, as he sees a student with a piece of shrapnel almost directly in their stomach, bleeding profusely. the student cries out as cal comes closer and kneels next to the boy who is a couple grades below him.

cal puts his hands on the wound. when he pulls back, his hands are painted red. the sight excites him, makes his heart beat impossibly faster. the only negative is the boy himself, specifically the life that still exists within him. cal brandishes a knife he had hidden in his belt and aims it for the boy’s throat. he doesn’t miss.

the blond boy runs his hands through his hair before returning to andre, transforming the pale color into a sickly maroon. when andre sees cal, he notices that the boy’s normally blue eyes are now dark, almost black and dilated with power. the smile cal gives andre is bright and speckled with blood.

[thebibutterflyao3]

I’ll never get over people acting ✨shocked✨ when an Explicit fic has smut in it. Particularly when the fic has tags for “Explicit Sexual Content” and that explicit content is also tagged specifically. You know what’s coming! (Pun intended)

Here are comments/PUBLIC bookmarks I’ve seen on a few fics that I LOVE lately:

“This fic has too many explicit scenes.” - Darling, this is Omegaverse. Sex is in the definition of Omegaverse. It’s literally a genre of fanfic giving animalistic breeding traits to humans and impregnating men. 🙄

“There’s no plot, it’s just smut.” - If only it was labelled “plot what plot” or “porn without a plot.” Oh wait, it is. 😬

“Ugh, all they do is have sex.” - Babes, this fic has four different POVs and features two different couples, of course there is more than one sex scene! 🥴

✨Read the tags!

✨DNF if the story is not for you.

[shiggybardust]

People who judge Shiggy/aizawa shippers because of the age gap are so funny to me, because like……I think they might have bigger issues in that relationship.

Anyway, the ship name is literally Eraserdust, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?!!!

[loislame84]

Sorry to disrespect my readers by having a full time job. 😂😂😂

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

Listen, I am one of the biggest advocates for haterism, I love haterism, I have haterism in my bones. But y’all need to learn when and where haterism is and is not appropriate.

Spread your haterism in your own posts, and tag it properly as the haterism it is. Don’t be a hater in the comments/reblogs of someone minding their own business being a lover. There are ships that I hate with all the fiery burning passion of ten thousand suns, and occasionally, when the spirit moves me, I may spread my haterism online, (with the proper tags of course) but what you will NEVER catch me doing is spreading haterism in the comments of a post spreading loverism, or directly hating on/attacking innocent lovers minding their own business. That’s not only completely unnecessary, unhelpful, and unproductive, it’s also mean, and doing so would make me an asshole. Spread all the haterism you want, but let lovers spread their loverism in peace. Block the loverism tags you don’t want to see, and tag your haterism posts with haterism tags. Otherwise you are the asshole.

[thistletisle]

More of big brother Benimaru :3

Big brother! Benimaru who realizes what he’s doing with you is wrong, but just can’t get enough of your sweet pussy! Can you blame him though?

Big brother! Benimaru who promises to pull out, but “accidentally” finishes inside you. He wants to see you plump and full with his kids

Big brother! Benimaru who lies to Shuna and swear you two aren’t doing anything inappropriate after she caught you guys being touchy with each other.

Big brother! Benimaru who reluctantly decided to share you with Souei and let him fuck you in his place when he’s away for missions.

Big brother! Benimaru who just loves making you feel good, he loves eating your pussy and making you squirt and cum on his face, and feels bad whenever he has no choice but to punish you :(

[rosyjn]

a user’s internet consumption is their choice. if you don’t like it, don’t read it. you can choose what you want to interact with.

putting MDNI/NSFW warnings and blocking minors is the creator’s responsibility, it’s also the most they can do. people cant control others.

another reminder that my blog is 18+.

[bloodibambiidoll]

ngl your fics are eerie and have a dark feel to it.. I don’t like anything you’ve written so far. I get you’re a horror enthusiast but please cater to everyone not your emo fanbase. Tysm.

Oh noooo you called me emo like all my bullies in school what am I gonna dooooo boohooo. Ngl nonnie I know you meant “eerie dark feel” as an insult but I’m gonna go ahead and take that as a compliment bc good, that’s the vibe I want for some of them to have. Also just saying there’s 1000s of works with readers who aren’t alternative or dark in anyway and the reason I write my readers the way I do is because innocent and girlie readers STILL ISNT CATERING TO EVERYONE. I don’t always relate. Some people have dark kinks some people are alternative and maybe there’s people that relate to that? Crazy concept that not everybody is the same. Wild really. If you don’t like it don’t read it. Also if you wanna kiss me so bad come off anon and just say that.💋💋

[sharp-silver4795]

Sexuality hcs?

THIS POST IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION 🚧

Sexuality + Gender HCs

Your wish is my command 🙇 I also put gender and pronouns 🙃

I want to say- I am a he/they man-kisser 🏳️‍🌈

Heterosexual

Rouge Proxy

Zechariah

Judge Angels

Neon Spike

Kat Hunter

Wilson the Basher

Bloody Painter

Gay/Lesbian

Multisexual

(bi, pan, omni, etc)

Bisexual

Ticci Toby

Nathan the Nobody

Kate the Chaser

Pansexual

Candy Pop

X-Virus

Brian/Hoodie

Omnisexual

Nina the Killer

Ani the Wight

Questioning

Tim/Masky

Aro/Ace-Spec

Parentheses if for the “mini label” if the name is in green it means it’s only the aro spec, if it’s in purple it’s only the ace spec, if it’s blue it’s aro/ace-spec and the parentheses should help ❤️

Aro-spec

Jeff

Ann (Greyromantic)

Liu (demiromantic)

Ace-Spec

Doll maker

Toby

EJ (Demiace)

Aro/Ace

BEN

Smiley

Lost Silver

Dark Link

Chess Master

Puppeteer

Bloody Angel

Glitchy Red

Candy Cane

Polyamorous

X Virus

Liu (Ej ain’t down for it tho)

Zero

Ani

Gender

Parentheses means that they have different pronouns than the above title. For the Cis ones, it just means they don’t mind using (x) as well

Cisgender

Trans Umbrella

Non-Binary

Zero

Candy Pop

Transgender

Clockwork (she/her)

Genderfluid

Liu Woods (any)

Doll maker

Agender

Kate

[operationandre]

hey guys… reminder: you don’t have to like a headcanon a lot of people have for a character, but you have to remember that it will NOT kill you. making a negative post about a headcanon is so pointless 😭😭😭

[draxeanlxia]

I getting really annoyed at certain people on AO3. Bigots. I hate bigots. I think most of us do hate them.

There’s a story on AO3 that appropriately tagged with the pronouns of the characters (LU and LOZ characters) were using in the story. This guest commented that the pronouns are wrong and other bigoted stuff. This guy even replied to my comment in which I told the author to ignore them and that I liked the pronouns they gave the characters. Saying that God created humans, male and female, after his image. To which I commented saying that they’re not human, they’re Hylians, a species that don’t exist. Neither does God exist in the LOZ universe. I also told them if you don’t like something then don’t read it, Especially when it was appropriately tagged.

I hate bigots.

[shade-pup-cub]

Febuwhump 2024, Day 13- continuation of Day 10: Time & Malon (Some of the Chain)

Fandom: LOZ/Linked Univere

Summary: Time is forced to watch a memeber of his family go through the process of what Twilight went through with the Shadow, with Dark. This time though, it kills... but not who you may think.

CW: blood, injury, miscarrage (for the love of god read this warning!)

Notes: I did not proof read this afterwards... and don't come to me with hateful comments when there is literally a warning right here. If you don't like, don't read.

“No.”

Time’s hands shook as he grabbed a towel that was hanging behind him. He pressed it against her wound and apologized for the pain of it as she clutched at his shoulder and chest, holding in the pain as much as she could. Rushed footsteps coming up the stairs alerted him to his company.

“Time?” Warriors was the first one to make it to the bathroom door. The Captain was wide eyed at him, in just as much disbelief as himself. “Hyrule, we need you!”

Shaking his head no, Time forced his words to work. “It’s the same wound as Twilight’s. Open my bedroom door, hurry.” He scooped Malon into his arms in a bridal carry, keeping her head on his chest. He made sure to be careful of the door frames and walls as he made it down the hall to their room.

Warriors had already pulled back all the blankets and quilts and stood out of the way for him to get to Malon’s side of the bed where she was gently placed. She was already sweating, eyes growing distant by the second. She groaned as she was moved a little closer to the center of the bed, making Time’s heart ache more than it was.

“What do you need from us?” A voice from the door asked. It was Twilight, wringing his hands in front of himself, brows furrowed in distress for his family. All the others were tucked in the hallway behind him.

Time sent a pleading look to Warriors, his big brother, when his voice wouldn’t come out. Warriors nodded, then addressed the others. “Perimeter check first, clear the house. It is still early enough in the day that I’m sure there are some chores that haven’t been attended to. Wild, that potion you made before, see if you can remake it. After that, we just need to keep it quiet and safe. Have an ear open if they need anything.”

Majority of them left without a question. Wild grabbed Twi’s arm to pull him away and he followed.

When Warriors went to leave Time and Hyrule to help Malon, Time stopped him. “Link- please stay.” It was rare for him to call Warriors by their shared name, but it got his point across. He needed his brother with him.

“Time?” Hyrule said as he approached. “I need to be able to access the wound, but still keep her modest.”

The three of them worked quickly, Warriors helping to get Malon’s boots and socks off, Hyrule went and gathered bandages, water and a few sugar cubes while Time got his wife’s belt, waist wrap and shawl off. He pulled her shirt from her skirt, tucking it under her under the wire of her bra to keep it out of the way until he could get her into a nightgown.

Her skirt was high on her hips and too thick to keep her in. No doubt she would soon have a fever and would burn up with the layers. Getting her down to her knee length drawers and covering her up until Hyrule was ready, Time finally took in the sight of Malon’s open wound and nearly choked.

Black webbed lines laid across her left ribs, blood caked on her skin and still flowed lazily onto the bed sheets. His eyes caught something else though and it wasn’t the wound.

He pulled the covers back down some to see better, then laid his hand on her lower stomach. She was swollen with- dear goddesses above- she was carrying their child. She had their own little pup growing inside her, already big enough that she had a good sized baby bump.

Emotions swirled through his tormented mind. She was pregnant. They were going to be parents. The wound though, would it- could it- No, Malon was strong and surely their child too. But Twilight is also strong and they almost had to bury him.

“She didn’t tell you.” It sounded more like a realization for Warriors than a question.

“No and knowing her, she probably wanted it as a surprise.”

Hyrule timidly took a seat on the opposite side of the bed. “May I?” He had his hand hovering a good foot over where Time’s was. With permission granted, he laid his hand over where the baby was growing.

Time watched as Hyrule’s magic traveled through Malon’s abdomen, reaching towards the baby. Warriors placed a hand on his shoulder as a comfort, a much needed comfort. When Hyrule pulled his hand away, he smiled and removed the single tear that fell.

“He’s a strong little one. Maybe four months old.”

“He?” Time asked.

“My magic doesn’t just tell me of an injury, it shows me like an echo of what is inside: muscles, veins, nerves, organs. I saw a ‘him’.”

Time was ready to throw in the towel when it came to being a hero and just be a husband and a father, but the new expression on Hyrule’s face made him pause. “What aren’t you saying?”

Hyrule bit his bottom lip, clearly thinking over his words. “When a mother is with child and becomes injured, especially with a dangerous injury like this, her body defends itself in every way it can, even if the mother doesn’t want it to.”

“‘Rule, what are you saying?” Warriors asked, hand tightening on Time’s shoulder.

With a heavy sigh, he told them. “Malon’s body may self terminate the pregnancy due to the stress of the injury.”

‘No, no! No! I refuse to believe that she- that he- I will not believe that he will slip through our fingers before he takes a single breath!’

“I will do everything in my power to prevent that and to save them both.” Hyrule added, already pouring his life spell into Malon’s wound.

Time waited there unmoved for however long, could have been hours, before Hyrule took a deep breath, wavering slightly in his place. Time hated to say it, but Hyrule needed to rest. “Traveler, take a break.”

“No-” he yawned, “-I’m okay.”

“Itervalues like we did with Twilight.”

“But…”

“You won’t be any good to them if you drain yourself beyond what you are meant to. Lay down in the bed, get some rest.” Time left no room to argue.

“Wars, can you check on Wild and the others?” Hyrule asked as he kicked off his booth, succumbing to the needed rest his magic needed.

Warriors nodded, then turned towards Time. “Do you want the others to know what’s going on?”

“No point in hiding it.”

With Hyrule asleep, Warriors debriefing the others and Malon unconscious, Time figured he needed to listen to his own words. He tried to be as quiet as he could as he took off his bulky armor and chainmail, placing it all in the corner of the room for later. He took the chair that sat up against the wall and brought it over to the side of the bed he had been keeping post at.

Sitting, he leaned forward onto his elbows, taking Malon’s right hand into both of his. He kissed each finger tip, knuckle, the back of her hand, followed by her palm that he then laid against his unscarred cheek. Her fingers twitched against his cheek, bringing a sad smile to his lips.

‘How did it come to this?’

Knowing he couldn’t do much else than be supportive at his wife’s side, he laid his head down on the bed, right hand hand laid protectively over their son. Her right arm that he was holding, slid over his shoulders limply as he laid down, but it was still comforting and warm over him.

Days stretched on for what seemed to be months. Malon woke a few times in the first several days, coherent enough to talk, to talk about the baby and to assure the younger men in the house that she was going to be just fine. She also demanded that Hyrule didn’t work too hard for her sake, knowing good and well that he wasn’t going to listen.

The next few days it was harder for her to talk, only making little sounds. A fever hit her hard. She shivered, trying to pull the blankets over her with the little strength she had, but they couldn’t let her keep all that body heat in like she was wanting. Instead, Time offered some heat from his body, allowing her to sleep at least more comfortably.

Then Malon stopped waking up outside of her eyes opening. The wound itself was closing, but the lines were spreading. Spreading not towards her heart like they thought it would, but to her abdomen. The poison was searching for the weakest point in her body and that happened to be their son. The horror of the situation was noticed three days ago. Today… today was one of the worst days of Time’s life.

Today, Time woke to a smell in the air that reminded him of a battlefield. He checked over the wound, but it was fine. It hit him like a brick wall when he ripped the covers back.

“Hyrule!!” Time called from his open bedroom door. The sound of something breaking was followed by curses and multiple running footsteps.

Time’s hands were covered in blood, some even on his face from trying to clear his eyes of blinding tears when Hyrule, Legend, Warriors and Twilight rushed in. The last three paused at the sight. Warriors was the first to move forward to help.

Time was knelt at the side of the bed, Malon’s hand clutched in his. “I-is… Is he-?” He couldn’t get the question out.

Hyrule’s shoulders slumped forward. “She hasn’t woken up in days, we need to force feed a stamina potion into her, see if she will wake up.”

“On it!” Legend darted out of the room.

“Hyrule?” Time tried again.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Time, but she miscarried. Her body didn’t have any other choice.”

“That can’t- that can’t be it. It can’t just be over. There has to be something we can do, a red potion, something!” Anything!

Hyrule shook his head. “Right now, we need to focus on saving Malon. Giving her any kind of healing would only cause the baby to be trapped inside her and that could kill her quickly.”

Time stood at full height, glaring with a snarl. “Try something anyways!” Warriors placed a calming hand on Time’s arms, but Time pulled away and grabbed ahold of the Traveler’s arm in a too tight of grip. “Save them both!”

Hyrule’s eyes were dangerous. “Get him out of here if all he is going to do is prevent me from doing what needs to be done.”

Time went to lunge for Hyrule, but Warriors forced him back, resulting in an audible crack against the Captain’s jaw. Going back for Hyrule, Time was tackled by Twilight. The younger tried to haul his ancestry away, making it to the door before Time turned on him too. Twilight readjusted his hold, getting his arms around Time’s middle from behind and slammed them both into the wall.

“Let go!”

“Can’t do that!”

“Let. GO!” Time roared, but the fight bled out of him as Legend poured the potion into Malon’s mouth. She woke with a gasp, then screamed from the pain in her core.

Time missed everything said as he slid down the wall to the floor, Twilight still holding onto him. He was curled in on himself, blood covered hands hovered in front of his face. He held his breath, trying to keep it all in. His veins bulged from his neck and forehead while his skin turned red.

Twilight had Time sitting between his legs as he pulled him closer, saying, “Let it out. Breathe and let it all out.”

Time did just that as he turned his head to Twi’s chest, gripping the young man's sleep shirt and hollered with every bottled up emotion he had suppressed since Dark attacked Malon. He never once was told that it was okay, because it wasn’t okay.

Still having tears roll down his face after an unknown amount of time, he looked up to see Hyrule holding a towel in his arms. Time straightened up, curious eyes looking at the bundle.

“I thought you might want to see him, before he- before he is properly buried.” Hyrule slowly went to his knees, transferring the too small of a baby wrapped up into Time’s arms.

“We will give you some privacy.” Twilight said, giving Time the space he needed.

Time sat there against the wall, almost scared to open the towel up. To see was to be real. He didn’t want it to be real, but he would never disrespect the dead that way. He cradled the towel in his right arm, pulling the edge back with his left. He covered his mouth as another choked sob slipped through. So tiny, not even fully developed… The father oh so softly stroked the baby’s cheek with a single fingertip.

He laid in the bed with his wife tucked into his side, child placed on both of them to hold. He spoke into Malon’s red hair. “I’m sorry… There are so many things I am sorry for. You weren’t supposed to get hurt, ever. Our adventures so rarely involve our loved ones, but I was such a fool to think this one would go by the same guidelines.”

He paused, breathing in his wife, alive and nearly healed.

“This will be my greatest regret.”

Notes: Was going to add a whole scene where Sky made a pretty engraved coffin and Time buries the baby and curses Hylia for doing this to them, but I couldn't talk myself into doing it.

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