#it’s raining and they’re on a hill and they’re madly in love and staring into each others eyes

[midoristeashop]

Is it strange to love a face this much?

[whumpdrivethru]

can i get a human whumpee stumbling into an abandoned house when they’re seeking shelter from a thunderstorm. except it turns out this place is home to a vampire who doesn’t like intruders. please make it very hurt/comfort and maybe the vampire feels bad for the human in the end. thanks!

Hey, sorry for the wait! I've been real sick so working the drive-thru's been tough. Hope this tastes good!

- Dmitri

Startled awake by a resounding thud from the floor below, the monster rose from their coffin. It was not the first time someone had come to slay them, and they knew it would not be the last. They would come in packs sometimes, with crossbows and crude wooden stakes, and cross pendants hung about their necks. Men and women, strong or scrawny, all ready to take a shot at the horrid vampire in the old house on the hill.

Rain slammed down against the roof above, the low growl of thunder reminding the vampire of their own growing hunger. Yawning, they brushed their fingers through their hair and took a deep sigh as they prepared for the confrontation. Fangs sheathed behind drawn lips, claws curled at their sides, they began the careful descent down the rotting stairs. The stench of old wood and dust did not bother them anymore, as it had done when they first moved in. One does get used to dwelling in squalor when there is nowhere else to go.

The vampire stepped into the foyer, silent and cautious, to see a young man slumped against the dresser by the door. He was breathing heavily, clothes and hair soaked from the rain, shivering. The vampire kept to the shadows, observing, and noticed something rather curious. This human carried no weapons, no cloves of garlic, no silver crosses, or holy texts. He was not here to hunt. He sat still for some time, the vampire watching as his chest heaved and his shoulder shook as his body was wracked with shivers.

The poor thing’s going to freeze to death, the vampire mused, aware of their terribly insulated home, before catching themselves; poor thing? Since when do I pity humans? They pushed those thoughts aside and considered for a moment what to do with this human – the vampire usually only drank from those who came to harm them, though, to be fair, this was the first time that hadn’t been the case. Regardless, the human had to go. His reaction to the vampire’s next move would determine how.

As swift and dark as a swooping raven, the vampire emerged from the shadows and knelt before the human, cold hands grabbing his throat and sharp claws pointing up under his chin. He froze instantly – as much as one could when shivering madly – and stared straight into the creature’s eyes, his own eyes widened in shock.

“This is my home,” the vampire said quietly, voice steady and low. “You are trespassing.” There was a moment of tense silence, broken only by the human’s tense breaths and the rhythmic thrumming of the rain outside.

“C-Clearly,” the human answered, swallowing thickly. “You, uh- you have a l-lovely home.” At this, the vampire raised their eyebrows.

“Flattery is more effective when you mean it,” they said dryly, pressing their claws in a little deeper. A drop of blood oozed out of the small wound and ran tantalisingly down the vampire’s finger. Strangely, the human’s features shifted; he set his jaw and looked straight into the vampire’s eyes, looking oddly determined.

“I’m w-worthless to my family now,” he said, “Might as well be useful to someone. Go on, suck me dry. Make my death mean s-something.” At that, the vampire seemed to choke on air and go very still, before slowly drawing their hands away. The two stared at each other for a moment, in which the human looked simultaneously offended and confused.

“Why would you-” he started, falling silent as the vampire’s hands curled around his wrists, slowly drawing them up so he was applying pressure to his wounds. They held them there for a moment before pulling away, standing up with a heavy sigh.

“I ate yesterday,” they lied. Truthfully, they weren’t entirely sure what to do with this clearly troubled human that’d stumbled into their abode. Killing him would probably be smart, but they weren’t all that fond of striking unprovoked.

“So what- what do I do? Just s-sit here and freez-” the human was interrupted by another fit of harsh coughing, doubling over and pressing a hand to his chest. The vampire looked at him, curled up and lost and bitter, and was jarringly reminded of something they’d been trying to forget.

“Please, just let me out! I-I promise, I won’t hurt anyone! I’m so cold, please…”

“That creature in there is not our child, dear. Don’t listen. It’s just trying to get in your head.”

The vampire bit their lip, hissing as their fangs pierced the skin. They still had moments like that, getting lost in memories or concentration and resorting to old human habits. Taking a deep breath, they steadied themselves and faced the human again.

“Don’t be dramatic,” they said sternly, “You aren’t going to die here, and I’m not going to kill you. Come.” He stood and cautiously followed them into the room at the end of the hall, still holding his hands over the small wounds under his chin. The vampire ushered him to a plush chair and aimed to push him down gently, wincing as they remembered their own strength. The human sat heavily with a little ‘oof’, watching as the vampire crossed the room and returned with an old cotton blanket. They shook it out before draping it over his shoulders, then stepping away as if they were afraid of any further contact.

“Thank you?” The human said, though it came out like a question. He wasn’t sure why this being clearly capable of killing him had decided to spare him, but he wasn’t going to protest. He had meant what he’d said before, about being willing to die, but it was at least a small relief to be breathing still.

“I’m sure you’re… not quite as worthless as you think,” the vampire responded with a light sigh. “Family has a habit of turning on you the moment you become different. Do not take it so personally.”

“You’ve been hurt too, huh?” The human asked, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. When he looked up, the vampire was gone. He sat for a moment, wondering if he’d offended them, when they strolled casually back into the room with small pieces of gauze in their hands. They knelt before the human, but this time as a healer instead of an assailant, carefully pressing the gauze between the human’s hands and the wounds.

“You could say that,” they finally answered, raising their piercing ruby eyes to the human’s for just a moment. Then they were gone again, stepping back deftly. They regarded him with apprehension before speaking quietly. “There’s a little wood left in the fireplace. Stay until the storm passes.” They vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the human alone in the musty sitting room. Still, he was warm and oddly comforted, and decided perhaps he’d visit next time he was out hunting – he imagined the vampire would enjoy some rare meat in return for their odd hospitality.

As it turns out, they did.

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

hi!! for the kissing prompt, under the stars✨

“Aang, what could possibly be so important that you had to wake me up in the middle of the night to see it?” Zuko grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes with his free hand as his boyfriend practically dragged him out of his tent.

“You’ll find out soon!” was Aang’s teasing response. “Now close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise.”

If he shut his eyes again, Zuko was halfway-worried he’d fall back asleep despite how he’d be standing and walking, but at the same time... He’d also never been able to say no to Aang. Especially since after the war had ended. And as long as his boyfriend didn’t let go of his hand while he tugged him along - well, he’d probably be fine.

Emphasis on ‘probably’.

But apparently they didn’t have far to travel, as after a brief uphill climb Aang slowed to a stop, giving Zuko’s hand a gentle squeeze after doing so. “Okay. You can look now.”

Zuko opened his eyes and was… unimpressed, to put it mildly. They were standing on top of a small, grassy hill, and their campsite was only twenty or so feet behind them. “What am I supposed to be -”

“Look up, Sifu,” was Aang’s gentle, amused response, and Zuko was so grateful the words hadn’t been followed by ‘hotman’ that he followed his boyfriend’s instructions without question, lifting his gaze upwards to see -

“Wow.” No other words but the one came to Zuko’s mind, his eyes wide and his voice barely above a hushed whisper as he stared in awe at the sight before him. Stars raining down, twinkling, falling across the sky and disappearing as fast as they’d come. “They’re so… wow.”

His uncle had told him about meteor showers, once, but what with his tendency to sleep like the dead from dusk to dawn… Zuko wasn’t sure he’d ever see one in person. Although with his boyfriend being a waterbender, maybe midnight dates wouldn’t be terribly uncommon in their future. As long as Aang remained with him, Zuko supposed he could tolerate it.

“I wish I could show you what they look like from the Southern Air Temple,” Aang breathed, one hand outstretched towards the glittering skies above. “Spirits, I remember feeling like I could reach out and touch them! Isn’t it the most beautiful thing in the world?”

Zuko turned to look at his boyfriend, an agreement ready on the tip of his tongue, but his voice caught in his throat when his gaze fell upon Aang’s awestruck, elated expression, gray eyes twinkling with the light of a thousand stars as his soul seemed to dance through the air beyond their mortal realm.

“Yeah,” he managed to choke out. “Beautiful.”

Aang frowned, giving him a concerned look. “Are you okay? You sound like you have a fro-”

Zuko found himself surging forward, cupping Aang’s face in his hands and cutting him off with a kiss that burned with a fire hotter than any falling star. Aang stood frozen before eagerly returning the kiss, placing his hands on Zuko’s waist and gripping the red fabric tightly.

The only time Zuko ever wished he was an airbender, too, was when he was madly kissing the love of his life, because spirits what he wouldn’t give to never have to break for air.

When he was forced to pull away, the tiny, greedy monster in Zuko’s stomach relished the dazed, satisfied look in his boyfriend’s eyes. It was an expression he’d never tire of seeing.

“What was that for?” Aang murmured before giving Zuko a wide smile. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Zuko hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Aang scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Sure you don’t.”

Zuko chuckled. His boyfriend knew him better than anyone. “I mean…” He dropped one of his hands to intertwine his fingers with Aang’s. “Seeing you under the stars just… did something to me.”

Aang’s gaze softened before a smug smirk slid onto his lips. “Is that so?” He leaned forward, standing on his tiptoes so his next words fell right beside Zuko’s ear. “Then we should have midnight rendezvous more often.”

Zuko swallowed hard before nodding. And when Aang captured his lips in a second kiss, Zuko knew he’d never complain about being woken up in the dead of night again.

[shsl-otaku]

Where Greed Goes, Despair Follows: Chp. 8

Y/N: Raven Sin of Despair

Pairing: Ban & Y/N

Anime: Seven Deadly Sins

Genre: Adventure, Romance

Warnings: Gore

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•••

You stood out on the porch, watching as the mountains slowly went by. You had left The Forest of White Dreams yesterday, escaping Gilthunder. Your heart felt heavy remembering what you had seen and felt. You took a shaky breath.

Elizabeth went to check on Meliodas last night and found him passed out on the floor. Meliodas had fainted from blood loss from his shoulder wound. Hawk’s mom was currently on her way to the closest village to get help. Coincidentally, it’s nearby Baste Prison.

'Ban,' you thought. 'I’m coming.'

You turned to look at Diane, who was walking alongside Hawk’s mom.

"Diane," you said. "When we get to the village, I need you to watch over Meliodas, Elizabeth, and Hawk. I’m going to Baste Prison."

"Eh?! Y/N, you’re going to go there by yourself?!" She gasped.

"I’ll go first and wait for you guys there. I’ll come straight back if I see you guys are in trouble. But I am getting Ban back. No matter what," you said, eyes glinting red in determination.

She smiled at you. "You miss him, don’t you?"

You looked away, hiding your face behind your hand. "He loves Elaine, remember?" Despite your feelings for Ban, you've always tried to put his happiness over yours, even if it meant that he'd love someone else.

"But you never know," she said. "A lot can change in 10 years. He might like you back!"

You smiled at the thought. "Maybe... but if he still love Elaine, then I will most definitely put his happiness over mine."

Diane smiled. "You're so sweet, Y/N. I hope Ban can see how good you are for him."

You laughed. "I don’t know about that, but... maybe."

•••

Hawk’s mom dropped off Hawk, Elizabeth, Diane, and Meliodas at the village. You told Elizabeth and Hawk that you planned on going to Baste Prison first to get Ban and that you would come back when you got him or if anything happened.

You sprinted in the direction of Baste Prison. Your hood covered your face in a shadow, your red eyes illuminated underneath.

You grumbled to yourself as you ran. 'Ban you idiot! Out of all the places you could've gone to! Out of all the prisons you could've gone to! It just had to be this one! Dammit, I'm gonna slap him when I find him.'

You could see Baste Prison, its mushroom-like buildings in the distance.

'Whatever. Just keep going. You're almost there,' you thought, a smile coming onto your face. You felt your heart start to lighten. You felt like a weight had lifted off of your shoulders. You thought back to the nightmares and the heartsickness that you felt for the past ten years.

'Ban... I’m so close. I’m almost there. I really do love you, don’t I? Idiot.'

Suddenly, you felt a presence start to appear above you. You stopped running and glared up at the sky.

You heard a woman’s laugh and saw a Holy Knight whose magenta armor reminded you of a bug. "Y/N, Raven Sin of Despair. You must be after your fellow sin, aren’t you?"

You glared at her. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing much. Just caused him immense pain for the past ten years. Fitting for a criminal." You clenched your fists, starting to get pissed off. "Too bad you won’t be able to make it there."

She lifted her arms and unleashed thousands of bugs. Your eyes widened as you smelled their poisons. 'They’re all venomous and will kill everyone if I let them reach the village. Meliodas, the others—!'

"You will be defeated and I will bring back your head to Liones as a gift to the Grand Masters," the Holy Knight continued. "And then the world will know my name: Freesia, member of the Weird Fangs—"

You thrusted your arm out, summoning thin, needle-like stalagmites to appear and pierce through every single bug.

"You talk too much," you deadpanned, watching as the bugs' venom dripped down the stalagmites.

Freesia gasped. "My bugs! You killed all of my precious bugs! Ugh!" You lifted your hands and summoned stalagmites to impale her, but they shattered off her armor, not leaving a single scratch.

"W-What?" You gasped.

Freesia laughed. "Do you like it? My armor is made of one of the strongest substances in the world. It was a gift from our two Grand Masters. Your stalagmites can't kill me."

You tried to summon more stalagmites, but she flew right into them. They all shattered off her armor, the shards raining down on you. She flew down and cut your cheek. She kicked you in the ribs, sending you flying into the valleys.

Your head snapped back and hit the hill behind you. You cried out as you felt a crack. Your e/c eyes shifted to red for a moment, then returned to e/c. You could feel warm blood running down your head. You tried to stand up but you saw bright spots dancing whenever you opened your eyes.

You tried to hold onto something, only for her to drag you down by your hair. You screamed as she dug her armored heel into your spine.

She brought down the hilt of her sword onto your arms and you heard a sickening crack. You screamed again, your eyes blurring with tears. She laughed and dragged her sword down your arms, cutting them.

"My sword has my bugs’ toxins infused in it, so there’s no way you'll be able to make it out alive." The cuts on your arms hissed from the venom, making you scream more. She laughed. "It’s a shame though. I would’ve been able to kill your beloved Ban in front of you. Oh well. His suffering from your death will be pleasant enough. I would be able to laugh in his face and tell him that you were too weak you to save him." She raised her sword over her head and brought it down on your neck.

"W-What?!" She screamed, the shards of her now shattered sword raining down on her.

You slowly turned your head all the way around, your bones cracking loudly. "Ẫ̸͙̝͎͠Ȟ̸̟̼̕Á̵̦͈H̶̙̼̺̑͆À̶̼H̵͕͌Ả̸̈́��̙̫H̴̝̓Ǎ̵͎̺̫H̸̠̺̊̉̀͜Ḁ̶̢͊͜H̸̰͖͊͝A̷̛̙͍̘̍̔H̵̯͚̥̆̈́Ḁ̴̋͌H̴̛́͘ͅA̴͍͆̈́̈́H̴̨͕͑̿Ä̴̹̫̯́͊!"

Freesia gasped and jumped up onto a ledge, staggering back.

You floated off the ground and smiled at her gruesomely. She stared in horror as you grinned back at her. Your hood was down, revealing blood running down your temple, nose, and mouth, your h/l h/c floating like a halo around you, your blood red eyes. Blood and poison dripped from your cut and twitching limbs. The grass around you withered and died, forming a circle of death around you. You laughed madly, despair and rage rippling off of you.

You held your hand out towards her, paralyzing her. She shrieked and thrashed, trying to get out of this invisible grip. You slowly began to close your hand, the grip around her starting to crush her armor. You laughed. You floated closer until you were just a few inches from her face.

You laughed again. "H̸͍̓Ǎ̷̝H̷̻̊!̴̹́ ̴͈̈́T̷͙̊H̸̼͛A̴̬͛Ṯ̵̏ ̷̧̐W̴͎̄H̴̬̀Ȏ̵̹L̶̒ͅE̴̛͜ ̸̝͐T̴̽͜H̵͙͐I̸͇͛N̴̦̈́G̴̢͐ ̵̯͛W̸̛̥Ȧ̴͜S̴̖̍ ̶̙̅J̵͕́Ũ̵̫Ś̵̝Ṭ̸͌ ̷͚͌A̶͙͛ ̶̙̈́L̴̫̚Ḯ̶̳E̸͍̒!̶͚̚ ̸̢̈́Y̸̭͑ö̸̮́u̵͔͋ ̴͍͗r̶͉̊e̸̛͔a̴͛ͅl̷͉̓l̵͍̓y̵̰͊ ̸̩͌t̴̪͘h̸̠́ö̸͉ų̶̌g̵̞̏h̶̳̎t̶̪̚ ̷̱̋I̸̳̿'̵̤͆d̵̖̀ ̵̖̈l̶̘̕ë̵̬t̵͕͌ ̴̳̊m̴̠̃y̶͔̐š̸̘ẻ̷͎l̶̥̈́f̶̣̂ ̴̱͠b̸̳̾e̷͙̋ ̶̭̉b̴̡̍ȇ̸͎a̷̞͝t̶̢͒e̶̳̚ǹ̶̰ ̵̠́b̵̼̈y̵̡͋ ̶̅͜ș̸͝ć̵͔ų̶̊m̸̖̎ ̷̥̒ĺ̸͔ĭ̵̠k̶̢̾e̸͇͌ ̴̮̃ỹ̷̜ō̴̟u̸̳͘¿" You stared at her. "I̷̤̊ ̵͒͜w̷͚̋ǎ̵̫n̸̳̊t̷̤͊è̵͓d̵̝̓ ̶̭͑y̵̚ͅo̴̤͐u̷̯͛ ̷̛̣ṯ̵͑o̴̙͒ ̷̤̓ḟ̴̳e̷̡͠e̵͍̚l̶͉͗ ̵̩̿l̶͖͊ḯ̵̳k̸̦̈́e̸͉̓ ̷̮̽y̶̗̐ọ̸̏u̵͔͗ ̷̓ͅw̸̮̋o̶̲͋n̷̩͘.̶̳̅ ̴̮̓I̴͇͂ ̴̪͂w̶͚̓å̶̹s̴̡͝ ̶̢̈́l̸̻̓y̶̡̅i̵̖͐n̴̫̆g̸̳̈́ ̵̗͝a̶̹͝l̸͓̑l̷̟̑ ̸̯̽a̴̻͝l̷͇͋ŏ̸̲n̷̺͝g̴͚̏.̵͈̋ ̴͔̄Y̶̜̋o̷͕͊ų̷̽ ̶͇̊ṟ̴͂ě̸̩a̸̛͔l̵̘̄l̷͚͝y̷̢̆ ̵̞̌t̸̞̓h̷̨̿ô̴̞ǔ̷̲g̷͇͒h̸̺̀t̶̘̓ ̴̻́y̸̪̐ȍ̵͕u̵̯͑ ̴͍̓c̵̹̈́o̵͚̒u̸̧͠ḽ̷̇d̸͖̉ ̸̘͘b̶̥͒e̴̫͝a̶͚͂t̸͎̅ ̵͕͝m̵̭̐e̴͍̓?̵̲̓ ̶͚̅F̵̦̀ô̸̮o̵͓͛l̵̛̹.̷̥̕"

Freesia stared at you in horror, tears streaming down her face. 'She's insane,' she thought.

"A̶̧̎n̶̫̓d̸̰͑ ̸͖̕n̵̪̋ò̴̝w̶͉̎ ̸͙̔y̴̯̕o̸̖̎u̶͙̿ ̸͈̊ẅ̵̘í̸̙l̷̺̃l̴͇̔ ̷̤̃f̸̬͗e̶̲͐e̶̫̋l̷͓̏ ̷̯̚t̵̥̿ḩ̴̓e̶̩͑ ̷̜̑ḋ̷̦e̶̳̽s̸̡͝p̵̩̽a̷̤͠i̵̥̊r̷̳̈́ ̶̯̃o̸͎̽f̴̺̉ ̵͕͗d̴͈͊y̴̙͝i̶̩̕ņ̵̄g̴̥͂ ̶̱̒a̸̰̓ṱ̵̍ ̵͎̾t̴̟́ȟ̶̼e̵̟͊ ̴̛͔ä̷̟́t̶̩̕ ̷̧̎t̵̬̂h̴̬͐e̶̬͑ ̵͍̐h̸̙̐ǎ̸͈n̸̠͝d̴̛ͅs̴̞͋ ̴͎̃o̷͕͌f̵̲̌ ̴̗͝t̵̯̂h̴͇͒ȩ̵̐ ̴̭̃p̸͕̊ē̴̡r̷͕͂s̴̱̄ö̶̱n̵͔̏ ̸̨́y̸̼̓ȍ̷̪u̵̢̓ ̴̟͋s̴̡̃o̶͚̓u̵͔͛g̷̣̏h̸̡͒t̸͇̆ ̶̐ͅo̸͑ͅú̷̙t̴̝͒ ̴̘͌t̶͉͆o̸̮̾ ̵̳̋k̵͔̑ì̴͕l̶̛̺l̷̼͊.̸͎͝ ̷͎̔H̷̝̓o̷̡̽ẘ̶̯ ̷̜͛d̸̻̎o̵̝͊e̶̅ͅš̴͖ ̵̭̈i̷̱̽t̴̫̕ ̶̼́f̷̤̄e̸͕̋e̴̼̐l̶̥͊,̶̦̈́ ̷̝͋k̷̻͠n̸̥̾o̴̦̽ẘ̸̫ǐ̶̺ň̸̞g̴͎̀ ̵̮̂ṫ̴̰h̵̜̋ą̷̓t̶͎̎ ̷̺̿M̸͙͊Y̵̻͊ ̴̩͠F̸̗̏A̷̪͆C̷̲̀Ẻ̴͇ ̶̝̚W̷̬̎Ï̶͕L̵̢̏L̶̫͒ ̵̟̓B̷͕͛E̶̙̊ ̵͉̿T̸̯̎H̸͓͆E̷͍͐ ̶̳͝L̵̪͛Ä̴͇́S̸͓̓T̶͔̓ ̵̬̋O̸̼͒N̷̖̊E̷̙͊ ̸̺͛Y̵̛͚O̶̺͌U̴̠͛ ̷̙̏Ẽ̵̢V̵́͜Ẹ̵̀R̵͓͝ ̵̹̄Ś̷̩Ê̶̲E̶͓̽?̵̨̄ ̴̾͜K̶̫̑N̶̛̥Ô̴̰W̶̨͘Į̸̄Ṇ̵͝G̷̙̒ ̴̻̽T̸̮̂H̴̘̅A̷͈͆Ț̷͠ ̷̻̾T̸͉͝H̸̗̚Ë̶̮́R̶̼͗E̶͍̕ ̴̗͠W̶̠͝I̴͇̓L̸͎͒L̶͓̕ ̷̗̀B̸͓̎E̶͈͑ ̵̭̍N̶̦͝O̴͈͘ ̷̣̌Ḛ̵̈́S̸̺̿C̵̐͜A̵͓̓P̴͔̔E̶͇͐ ̶̘̓F̴̭͊Ò̴͎Ṙ̴͓ ̸̬͒Ỷ̵͚O̴̖̿U̴̙͑?̵͉͗ ̴͔͝Ṭ̸͑H̶̜͌Ḁ̴͋T̵͍̈́ ̵̻͒P̴̻̓A̸̬͌I̵͔̚N̵̨̽ ̷̰̐Ą̷̓Ǹ̴̨D̷̡̊ ̴͖̂Ś̸̖Ǘ̷͍F̴̹̋F̵̹͛E̶̓ͅR̶̖̈Ỉ̵̪N̴̡̚Ǵ̶̪ ̴̭̋B̶̻͊È̴̟Y̶̢͒O̶̯͐N̸̯͆Ḏ̶͑ ̸̨̄W̴͍͑H̶̳̊A̷͙͠T̷͈̈́ ̸͖́Y̵̫͝Ö̷̻U̵̲͘R̸̺͆ ̷̪̇I̴̙͆M̷͖̀Ä̷̘́G̴̪̓I̸̘̍Ň̵̲A̷̟͆T̶̫͗İ̸̫Ő̴̲N̸̩͐ ̸͚̌C̵̲̅Ô̴͇Ů̷͖L̶͚̄D̷̺̋ ̶͚̕E̶̛̻V̶̮̎È̶̮R̷̯͋ ̴͚͆C̸̗̃O̴͔̓M̵̄͜E̷̘̿ ̶̲͊U̴͙͂P̴̆ͅ ̴̤̉Ŵ̸̪İ̷̜T̸̮͆H̷̪̍ ̶̞̊W̵̥̎Ȋ̶̳L̵͚̏L̵͎̇ ̴̰̌B̵͖̊E̸̤̐ ̸̻̑Ÿ̸̺O̵͓̿U̶̯̔Ṟ̸̌ ̷̱̐F̷͓͌Ä̶̱́T̴̥͠Ë̷̬́?̷̟͂ ̸̬͘Ÿ̸̢ȏ̸̠ū̴̧ ̴̛̹w̵͈͛ì̸̩l̸̤̐ĺ̷͕ ̷̗̽d̷͠ͅȉ̵͜e̴͖̓ ̵̩̒a��͇̂t̷̮̿ ̶̳̿m̷͉̋y̶̹͌ ̴̮̄ḧ̷̢́a̶̺̐n̶̼̈ḓ̴͝s̷̹͠ ̸̥̃a̷͊͜ņ̷̂d̷̝͛ ̶̧̚I̶͎̿ ̶̈ͅẉ̸̅i̴̼̍l̴̡̛ḻ̸̿ ̴̦͂l̷͎̔a̶͚̒u̵͍͒g̶̺̈́h̴͙̕ ̴̲̈́a̵̲̔t̸̤͝ ̴̧́ÿ̷͍́ŏ̷̩ủ̸ͅ.̵̫̒.̶̛͓ ̶͇̿I̸͔̓ ̴͉̈w̸̩͒ĭ̷͍l̶̲͋l̶͍̈ ̴͓̊u̸͎͋t̸͈͝t̶̤̀ē̴̳ř̷̜l̴͉̊y̸͉͠ ̷͙̅ḑ̵́ẹ̶͛s̸̟̐t̸̡̒ŗ̸̕o̶̲̅y̸̡̋ ̴͖̐y̷͉̍o̷̖̐u̵̺̅.̴̠̕ ̶̠̇A̸͖͋ņ̴̓ḓ̶̓ ̵̹̈I̷̋͜'̶̨̕l̶̲̅l̵̞̀ ̴̝̎e̸͕͊n̴͕͐j̸̫̇o̸̠͂y̷̖̓ ̷̹̽ĕ̵̞v̷͓̈é̵̲r̴̮͆ÿ̷́ͅ ̸̧̋s̵͓͆ę̶̀c̴͙̓o̶̥̿n̸̫͒d̴̰̊ ̸͇͒ǫ̵̽f̴͇̈́ ̷̦͆i̷̜̔t̴̳̆.̴̱̀"

You smiled at her, a bright blush on your face as you wrapped your arms around yourself and sighed in ecstasy.

"W-What are you?!" Freesia screamed.

You looked back at her and smiled, your red eyes shining in absolute malice and insanity. “Me? Well, Į̵͊'̸̦͆m̶̙͗ ̵̗̈́t̵̠͊h̸̩͝e̸͕̐ ̴̡̌f̷̥̑ä̵̞́c̶̥͒e̶̞͑ ̸̜̐o̴͍̎f̸̗̽ ď̸̦͍̬̥̰͕̞́̽̊͘ȩ̷̮̇͊̿̄͛̿͋͝s̶̱͓̑̿͑̀p̶̧̛̦̗͙̞̞͓̟̟̪͍͍̙͛̀͂͆̆͛̄̀͂̂̆ͅͅa̶̘͎̭̣̫̤͈̰̋̑͒̕͝î̵͉͎͚͇̜̱̫̥͋͂͗́̈́͘ͅr̷̘̱̠̮̜̥̠̝̭̤̎̍̃͘͜."

•••

"Hey, wanna bet on who wins?"

"Huh?"

"Between the Weird Fangs and the Eight Deadly Sins. They’re fighting in town now, aren’t they?"

"That’s not even worth betting on," the soldier replied. The two soldiers were conversing in front of a large prison cell door. "The Eight Deadly Sins only have their Captain and one more, right? The other is on her way here, but Lady Freesia left a few moments ago to take care of her—"

"Hey," a voice called out from inside the cell. The soldiers’ breaths hitched in their throats as they turned to look at the door.

"That’s pretty interesting." Suddenly, a footprint was imbedded into the door and it fell forward with a loud BANG. The prisoner sauntered out, chains dragging behind him.

"N-No way," one of the soldiers cried out.

The prisoner sighed in relief, stretching his arms that had bleeding holes in them. Metal stakes were still embedded in his limbs. His long, white-blue hair and beard might have made him look like he was old, but his muscular body said otherwise.

"It’s nice to get out for a walk every now and then," he said, scratching his head.

"Fox’s Sin of Greed, Ban, of the Eight," a soldier exclaimed.

"You-?! How did you get out?!" The other asked, reaching for his sword.

"Why now?!" The other soldier asked, grabbing the hilt of his sword.

"You can tell just by looking," Ban replied. He pulled a metal stake out of his shin, blood dripping from it. "I kicked the door down." He threw the stake down at the soldiers’ feet. The soldiers gawked in disbelief.

"It’s because you guys were having an interesting chat," he continued. "They were alive?" He asked, glaring at them with his red eyes. "Our cap’n... And Y/N? Is she the one who was on her way here?" He took out another stake from his arm and threw it at the wall between the two soldiers.

"What’s the commotion?" Someone said, walking over to Ban and the two soldiers.

"Lord Jericho!" The soldiers exclaimed.

"Huh?" Ban said, his red eyes scanning over the person. They had their lavender hair up in a high ponytail and wore purple with their armor. They had a sword on their belt. Ban's eyes narrowed.

"The Deadly Sin, Ban," Jericho started. "I don’t know how you got out of your cell, but you’d better go back in."

"Look here, brat," Ban started. "That’s no way to speak to a hero, is it?"

"You dare address an apprentice Holy Knight as a ‘brat,’ huh?" They said, glaring their hazel eyes at Ban. "For a half-dead criminal, you sure like to run your mouth."

They turned to look at the two soldiers, who were currently shaking in fear. "Send a message to Lord Golgius," Jericho said. "A prisoner broke out of his cell and resisted, so Lord Jericho had no choice but to kill him."

"Yes ma’am," the soldiers replied, running away from the two.

Jericho then grabbed the hilt of her sword, glaring at Ban. She ran towards him and slashed at his chest multiple times before he could even react. She sheathed her sword, her back turned toward Ban as he screamed in pain.

Ban’s screams of pain slowly turned into a smug laugh. He turned to Jericho, rubbing his now bare chin. "Wonder if this is too short," he said. Jericho whirled around and gasped. Long locks of Ban’s hair were now on the ground.

"Well, it feels refreshing. Guess it’ll have to do," he thought out loud. He turned to face Jericho. "You’ve got talent, you know...as a hairdresser."

"You dodged my blade despite having wounds all over your body?!" Jericho gasped.

"‘Wounds’? What wounds?" Ban asked, flexing his arms. The holes in his arms were now completely healed, no sign of them ever being there.

"No way," Jericho gasped. "You just had steel stakes hammered through your limbs."

"Remember this well, brat. This is what you call a wound," he said, pointing to the scar that ran up his neck to his jaw. Jericho gawked in disbelief. "Though the wound he gave me... is what you call a special case." He gave her a canine smirk. He then ran over and pinned her against the wall by her jaw.

"Kill me! Kill me now!" She said, squirming in Ban’s grasp.

"A̸͚̽l̶̳̇ȓ̸̩i̸̺͐ǧ̶̠h̵̨́ṱ̷̀!̶̲͐," a voice exclaimed from the shadows.

"Eh?" Ban said, looking in the direction of the voice. His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened when he saw who it was. Jericho froze in horror, her blood running cold.

You walked out from the shadows, red eyes glowing demonically and smiling insanely. Your h/l h/c was floated in a halo behind you. Blood dripped from your temple, nose, and mouth. Even more dripped from the cuts on your limbs.

Your clothes were ripped and stained in blood. The sheaths of your daggers had blood dripping from them. Your fingers were covered in it. Despair, rage, and malice was rippling off of you so strongly that you had a black aura around you.

You threw your head back and laughed, the sound of it echoing in the entire floor, causing Jericho's blood to run cold. It was full of pure malice and insanity.

You whipped your head back and looked at Jericho. She froze in horror, your red eyes practically piercing through her soul. You smiled insanely at her. "L̸u̴c̵k̴y̷ ̷y̸o̵u̶!̶Y̶̼̒ó̷̲ụ̵̇ ̵̺̽g̸̹̃e̷͇̓t̶̨͗ ̷̟̉ẗ̸̙ǫ̵̆ ̸͎͝b̸̠̚e̵̬̕ t̴̲̲͗h̴̙̐̄̇̐ê̵̯̯̇̋ ̴̣͓̩̣̼̒̿s̷̟͉̪͛̓̓ȅ̴͎̰̌c̸̦̉̎̏͊͜͠ô̵̩̻̓̈̍ͅn̷͍̥͕͚͘ḋ̶̢̻̳̰̗́̎̚ ̶̤͓̊͐́̆͝l̵̛̛̦̜̕͠i̵̢͕͕̾̈́͐ͅͅf̴̹̗̏͝͝ͅę̶͓̬͛̿̋̿̋ ̶̩͓̌̆͊͋͊Ỉ̴̢̜͖͍ ̴̟̠͓͒̏̆é̸̡͎͠n̴̢̟͉̣̅̌̾͒̓d̷̡̳̘̂̕̕ͅ ̷̡̻̦͖̫͂̆̏͌̒t̷͉̫̝͘o̷̜̻̠̰̓d̵̼̼̍̂a̵͙͇͕̓̿̍y̴̰̽̓̏̐͘!̴̧̹̥͓̃̎̉̎͌"

[quicksilver-foxheart]

Down By The Sea: Part 2

 Part 1

-

“Wind, are you sure about this?” Four asked uneasily as Wind untied the knot staying the raft.

“Oh, relax, Four-yes, I’m sure. Besides, we’re not stealing the raft, just. . .borrowing it, that’s all. We’ll return it by dawn, no harm done.” He stepped onto the raft with a boat oar, and when Four finally stepped on besides him, he thrust it into the water. The raft hardly budged, and when Wind tried yet again, he was met with the same result. 

“I thought you could sail,” Four accused.

“It’s not as easy as it looks,” Wind grunted, trying once more. “Besides, I sailed a proper boat, not some stupid raft.” He heard his companion sigh, and felt the raft dip as he stepped off. He was still trying vainly to move the raft when he felt Four step back on. 

“If you’d listened to Wild every now and then, you’d know that the best way to move these rafts is with a Korok leaf.”

Wind turned around to see Four holding the large leaf out to him. Rolling his eyes, he tossed the oar aside, where it drifted out towards the open ocean. Turning around once more, he took a deep breath and swung the leaf. 

The resulting gust of wind made the raft shoot forward, and Wind could hear Four let out a yelp as he lunged to grab the sail post. Laughing in delight, he continued to swing leaf, and as the raft practically flew over the water, Wind couldn’t help but be reminded of his days sailing the Great Sea with The King of Red Lions.

Much too soon later-in Wind’s eyes, anyway-the raft collided into the shore. “We’re here,” Wind sang, glancing back at Four, who stumbled off the raft on shaky legs. “You alright there? Ya’ look a little green in the face, y’know.”

“Just peachy, Wind. Never better,” Four stood up, finally catching his breath. “What is this place?” he asked, surveying the island they’d landed on. It seemed to mostly be covered by a thick tropical forest of sorts, but off to the right, there were two different tall, rocky, steeply-sloped hills.

Next to him, Wind shrugged. “Let’s climb up there, maybe we can scout the area,” he suggested, already running at the taller and farther of the two hills. He passed a particularly sandy, soft-earthed spot in the valley between the hills, and couldn’t help thinking that only a giant could’ve made that sort of imprint. 

He scrambled up the the side of the hill, hauling himself up. Below him, Four muttered under his breath, wiping dust out of his face for the umpteenth time after Wind kicked it down while climbing. 

“Whew!” Wind gasped as he pulled himself up over the lip of the cliff. Not much later, Four appeared as well. 

“Well, we climbed the hill, can we go back now? I don’t even see why we had to leave Lurelin in the first place,” Four grumbled, wiping sweat off his forehead.

“I guess. . .” Wind sighed. The pleasant surprise of nostalgia and the trip down memory lane had made him homesick, sure, but he was very much enjoying himself. “Seeing as it is dawn, anyway.” 

Peeking over the edge of the cliff, he slowly walked down it, and Four had no choice but to follow, lest he be left alone on the island, which was giving him the creeps. With Wind leading the way, they made their way back to the beach, Four taking extra care to step around the giant indentation.

“Hey Four. . .?”

Four decided he didn’t like Wind’s almost guilty tone and felt a sliver of dread creeping up his spine. “Yeah?” he asked, coming up behind the sailor to see what he was staring at. Or rather, what he wasn’t staring at.

“Wind, where’d the raft go?”

-

Warrior awoke with a start to hear Time and Twilight arguing outside of the inn they’d stayed at. Yawning, he made his way out of the hut. “What’s going on, guys?”

Both heroes looked up at Warrior. “Have you seen Wind or Four?” Time asked, an expression of concern matching the one on Twilight’s face.

“No, why?’ Warrior asked, letting out another yawn. 

“Wild woke me up, saying they weren’t around and the innkeeper hadn’t seen them at all, then ran off,” Time explained.

As if on cue, the Hero of the Wild came jogging up from the general direction of the lookout tower. 

“Any luck?” Warrior demanded on his approach.

Wild shook his head. “No, but I just got done talking with the village elder, and he said his raft went missing.”

“Well, I’m sure we can all guess who the raft thief-or rather, thieves- are,” Twilight said with a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

‘Wild, is there anywhere they might’ve gone?” Time asked him, glancing at Twilight briefly. Wild appeared lost in thought for a moment as he thought, and his eyes widened. 

“I think I know exactly where Four and Wind went.”

-

“Great, thanks a lot, Wind,” Four groaned, throwing another pebble into the water.

“How was I supposed to know the raft would disappear?”

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t insisted on sneaking off and dragging me with you to prove you’re not just some ‘kid,’ we wouldn’t be in this situation,’ Four kicked at a rock indignantly, wincing at the resulting pain.

Wind bit back a response, and turned around to survey the tropical forest behind them. His eyes landed on something glowing blue and seemingly familiar. “Hey, look! Isn’t that one of those shrine thingies?” 

Four turned his head and followed Wind’s gaze to see what was in fact, a shrine, sitting at the very top of the hill they’d just climbed. “I suppose we might as well just climb all the way back up,” he sighed.

-

The seven heroes stood in a group at a peninsula overlooking the far off Eventide Island, and as he stared it, Time couldn’t help but shudder at how innocent yet foreboding it seemed. “Are you sure this is the place?” He couldn’t understand what could possibly drive the missing two heroes to want to go there.

Wild nodded. “Positive,” he said, if a little unsurely. It was the only place he could think of, anyway. “I’ll just teleport over there, look around, and warp back here, quick as a Blupee.”

“What’s a Blupee?” Hyrule asked curiously, glancing at the blue-clad hero. 

“Just. . .a, ah, rabbit of sorts, I guess,” Wild muttered, fiddling with the Shiekah Slate. A glowing, circular shape appeared where Hyrule was standing, and he let out a squawk of surprise, scrambling back. 

“Hey, wait a sec, Pup, who said you were going to do this alone?” Twilight demanded, taking a step closer to his apprentice. Looking up at him, Wild grinned guiltily and promptly faded, vanishing into a swirl of blue light. 

“I swear to Hylia, he’s impossible to keep track of,” Twilight muttered, sinking down against a nearby palm tree. Nothing to do now but wait.

-

When Wild landed on the shrine portal, he could instantly tell something was wrong. The island was far too quite, the birds weren’t chirping, and he couldn’t even hear the cackling and howling of the various nearby monsters. The silence set him on edge, but he ignored it, spotting Wind and Four sitting in the spot the black feathered Rito had sat. Strange. But he supposed that not even the sky loving Rito could stay on this cursed place forever. Snapping out of his thoughts, Wild jogged down to the two. “Wind, Four, there you are.”

As if they were one, the two turned to face Wild. “Hey, Wild, you found us,” Wind grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, a common habit the Links shared. 

Wild rolled his eyes. “Yeah, good luck with Warrior and Time. They’re more worried than a mother bear over her cubs. You two are probably gonna’ be in huge trouble with them,” he shrugged, not saying it to be smug or teasing, just stating the truth. He opened his mouth say something else, but was cut off with a terrifying roar. Three sets of blue eyes scanned the island below them, and Wild’s heart dropped when he recognized the hoofed monster with purple and silvery-white striping. Glowing purple eyes locked onto the cerulean of the tallest hero amongst the three.

“Wild, what’s that thing?” Four asked, eyes wide as he stared at the lynel below, which hadn’t attacked-yet. 

“Lynel,” Wild hissed, and before anything else could be said, a bow and shield appeared on his back as if by magic, and he leapt off the hill, whipping out the paraglider.

Four and Wind watched as, enraged, the lynel reared back up, pulling out the largest weapon and shield either of them had ever seen. Wild pulled out his bow mid-air, swiftly nocking and firing three arrows at once.

They exploded on contact with the beast, and Wild took that opportunity to drop down onto the monster’s back, rapidly slashing and hacking at its back while it madly bucked. Wild flew off, skidding on the ground as he and the lynel circled in the admittedly small space. The lynel shrieked, surrounding itself with a ball of fire that exploded outwards, which Wild barely managed to avoid. He shot the lynel once again, firing at it rapidly as he slowly inched in on the kneeling lynel.

The battle continued with Wild avoiding its attacks and firing at it with arrows then mounting it. While its strength was weakening, Wind could tell that Wild was as well, and that was when another of his brilliant ideas hit him. Four watched as Wind pulled out his bow and began raining arrows down upon the battle below.

“Wind, what are you doing? What if you hit Wild?”

“Then how else do you propose we help without completely getting in the way?

Four considered this. One one hand, it might get the battle over with a lot quicker if they both charged down their with Wild, but that could go either way. He pulled out his own bow, and the two of them managed to time their attacks so an arrow was always being fired.

Meanwhile, Wild, while he appreciated the help, didn’t appreciate how he now had to dodge arrows as well. He continued to zigzag around the beast, and, deciding he was at a safe enough distance, paused to catch his breath. Looking up to see the lynel swiftly approaching, he snapped his fingers, hoping that Urbosa would come through and that her power would be ready to use at that moment.

His luck held out as lightning struck the oncoming beast and it shrieked, twitching as its weapons dropped from its hands. It dropped to the ground, disappearing in a puff of smoke, and Wild picked through what it’d left behind.

He didn’t hear Four and Wind coming up behind him as he pondered what could’ve caused a lynel to spawn there of all places. He realized it must be the work of Dark Link, despite wanting to chalk it up to the curse of the island. 

“Wild?” Came a tentative voice behind Wild. Turning around, he faced Wind and Four. 

“Yeah?” he asked tiredly.

“Are you okay?” Wind asked.

Wild flapped a hand, gesturing the matter away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just forgot how hard it is to fight those things.” He pulled out the Shiekah Slate, looking back up. “Thanks for the help, by the way.”

Wind smirked at Four, who rolled his eyes. 

“Here, hang onto me,” Wild instructed. Wind grabbed his left arm and Four his right, and next thing they knew, they appeared back at the peninsula. Four staggered to the ground, vomiting, while Wind trembled, looking pale as snow. 

Warrior immediately jumped up, hugging Wind tightly while Sky patted Four’s back.

“How do you do that?” Wind gasped, trying to ignore the sudden onslaught of nausea. Wild shrugged, slipping the Slate back on his hip.

“What took you guys so long?” Twilight, who would not stop pacing the duration of Wild’s departure, demanded, standing directly in front of the younger hero.

Wild shrugged. “Bit of trouble, nothing too serious,” he bit his lip, which Twilight had come to recognize as lying tick. 

“Nothing too serious?” He scoffed, placing a hand on his protege’s shoulder. “Wild, it’s nearly dark. It shouldn’t’ve taken the entire day.”

Wind, who seemed to have recovered, chose that moment to speak up. “There was this huge thing called a lynel, and Wild straight up flew down at it and took it out with lots of bomb arrows. He even got on its back and slashed at it with his sword and then Four and I shot arrows at it.”

Twilight arched his eyebrows, something Wild couldn’t do for the life of him. “Lynel, like the thing you talked about above Zora’s Domain?”

Wild gave a sheepish grin, scratching his neck, avoiding Twilight’s stern gaze. 

“Oh, Pup, what am I gonna’ do with you?”

-

“Wind, Four, don’t you dare try something like that every again, you hear?” Warrior demanded.

“Yes, dad, “ Wind snickered.

(gah i’m sorry i don’t know how to end stories i’m still getting used to writing, but at least i didn’t forget to press ‘save draft’ haha)