#so it has to actually help him eventually

[jupiterpiss]

Remmick x reader who is blind, she traces his face with her hands learning him in the only way she can. And Remmick nearly breaks. It’s the first time in what feels like forever that someone has touched him with love, not fear. It becomes their quiet ritual a language spoken only between their hands and silence.

AHHH AHHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHH.

Yeah. I screamed in my car while reading this ITS SO SWEET AHHHH SAVE ME SAVE ME.

Also I was gonna make something else for the 200 follower special but this is really nice, so here you go!! Thank you so so so so much for the support, I love all of you!!

Warnings: no smut. Hahahah. Uh.. terrible writing of an Irish accent, I watched a few YouTube videos of it but I’m literally SHIT at writing accents.. especially Irish or British like it’s sad. So.. sorry. Just really soft stuff.. mentions of teeth and claws but nothing crazy. I ain’t a Remmick apologist.. matter of fact I want him to suffer.. however, I do find this idea very interesting. Reader is nice to him for once that’s all I’m saying.Also they are blind. It says in the fucking ask so ur blind in this. Remmick is also lowkey ooc.. he’s never THIS nice.

He’s been showing up for months now. Before, when the silence was still loud and jarring, when the lingering of a cold body was still confusing, he would watch from outside. Didn’t say anything, didn’t approach, just watched.

Watched as you would trail through your home, eyes open but unfocused.

Easy prey. That’s what it was at first.

He didn’t feel the need to plan his attack, not like he had done in the past. A sweet accent, a few kind words.. he’ll have you under his thumb easily.

That couldn’t be further from what actually occurred.

You caught onto his bullshit easily. Didn’t allow him in at all despite how nice he sounded, or how kind he was, it was still a stranger at night. Someone who could easily cause danger to you, and you weren’t stupid. Maybe vulnerable, maybe, but not stupid.

So you kept him out, but that didn’t mean you were any less kind. He came under the front of needing some help with the area, that he didn’t quite know where he was.

“North Carolina,” that’s where he said he was from. Deep in there alone, but he had to travel out to see some family. But how he said it, how he explained his whole situation and dynamic with said family.. just felt wrong. Detached. His tone was more dead, like it was from a script. Just speaking to speak.

It scared you. So, you sent him on his way, told him exactly where everything would be based entirely on your own experience with the travel, from memory.

He later checked, after you had closed the door and went off to bed, he walked the same directions you gave. Everything was to the T, just as you said.

Hell.. he knew your town like the back of his hand from your directions alone.

So he watched you some more. How you just knew the home, knew where everything was, and if something was out of place you would simply go around it or fix it quickly. Not entirely phased, the world wasn’t going to accommodate for you, so you worked around it.

Even outside your home, though it was always late out and you weren’t exactly going far just a few feet, you would still trek around like you knew everything.

Like the roots, dirt, leaves, wind and trees were one with you. Things you’ve come to long understand and form mutual respect with. Like they lead and you only followed.

Eventually, he grew antsy with the space, with the distance that lied between the two of you. It became less of mindless stalking and more obsessive, more curious.

He found himself jealous of inanimate objects. Jealous of the fact they could feel the soft traces of your touch, the care you put into everything. How you feel everything to remember it, understand it.

He wanted to be remembered.

Understood.

So he would find a way in. Find a way to break that barrier and to get you to welcome him into your space. Into your life.

Found a way under your nails and beneath your touch. And he fucking thrived under it.

Thrived under how soft you were, how kind you were.

You touched him with so much emotion, so much energy. Fingers threading through hair, breath against his back as you would help him out of his jacket, or the edge of your nail as you lightly scratch shapes into his arms.

He found that you were just as curious as he was. Not just for who he is, but for what he was. He would tell whole stories about his past life, stringing in some from his current one— about how he once had a dog, or that he sucked the blood from a lamb once and it became a vampire. He would explain all of this while you trace your fingers along his claws, tapping the pointed ends of cold skin wrapped around solid bone.

You would eventually come to share your own stories, about anything and everything. Explain that no, blind people don’t magically have impeccable hearing just because they can’t see while your thumb would be tapping the edge of his fangs, other hand busy sliding against his golden chain.

His fangs were another thing, something he was certain would frighten you to death upon first feeling them. And they did, sorta. Of course, not to death, but enough to flinch before ripping your hand away.

“The fuck are those.”

He closes his mouth, quiet for only a second before muttering, “my teeth.”

Your nose twitches, face scrunching in confusion, “they always like that?”

“No., only when I want them to be.”

He slowly grabs back your hand, doesn’t guide it back towards his mouth but just holds it. He can’t go too long without your touch or he feels himself slowly dying

(He isn’t.. but he far too nervous and weird to really care whether he’s going to actually die or not. He thinks he is, and that’s all that matters.)

“Don’t gotta touch them if you don’t wanna, won’t hurt me.” It will, actually, if you don’t fully accept this bit of him. But he doesn’t add that.

You don’t say anything in return, don’t need to. Just slowly reach out your hand again, tap it against his face to get him to open up. Your nail lightly scratches against the sharp tip of one is his jagged teeth, the sound unsettling but not quite unwelcomed.

His teeth later become your most favourite thing to trace on him.

His whole face is, really.

Your fingers are always so so soft, they trace up and down his features, soothing soft patterns into his skin. His flesh isn’t warm, it hasn’t been for centuries.. but for tonight, now, it seems to heat in a way that is only coaxed out through your touch.

He shivers each time, has yet to get use to this. The softness, the gentle hands and the gentle voice. It almost makes him sleepy, another thing found impossible since he’s been dead. He softly rocks you two back and forth, his arms wrapped tight around your waist as you both stand in the middle of your room.

It’s quiet, save for a few steady breathes and the occasional whisp of the breeze against the leaves outside. The floor boards creak under your shared weight as you sway slowly, a silent dance.

You trace your fingers over the ridge of his nose, feel the cartilage underneath, nails lightly scratching against his flesh. Not that it bothers him, nothing could. Not from you.

You give a small hm, puzzled. He isn’t sure, his eyes flickering open to look at you, though your eyes remained closed. As if you’re focused.

He mimics you, giving a small hum in response.

“Broke your nose?” You ask, whispered. Quiet.

Your breath tingles against his skin, curls its way around his skin and beard. Smells like peppermint and sugar.

“Aye, few times,” here, he speaks in his usual accent. Thick with unspoken Gaelic, words jumbled into traces of an olden tongue, long clipped from his people.

You only nod, continuing your admiration further down, over to his lips that luckily aren’t chapped. Haven’t been for a while now. You’ve mentioned it before, the first time.

When you traced your fingers over his skin, pointer softly tapping against his lips, you muttered, “rough skin.. you should drink more water.”

He only gave a small frown then, tongue darting out to give some moisture to his otherwise cracked skin. He didn’t drink any water, but he kept a chapstick on him from there out, one he would use anytime he needed to visit you.

From there, your fingers work down to his chin, the rough stubble of determined hair scratchy at you a tiny bit.

A small smile tugs at your lips, teeth faintly shining against the light of the oil lamp. His eyes stick to it, mouth slowly falling agape. Adoration written all over his face, so bold and loud, one would feel the same adoration from his expression alone. As if the sight of your smile alone can melt even the strongest of men.

He thinks it could.

“Gonna’ shave?”

He shakes his head. You smile wider, “Good, don’t. Feels nice.”

He plans to never shave his beard again.

[always-just-red]

✭ "this reminded me of you" and it’s just a stupid rock or a weird leaf but you hold onto it like it's a diamond because it's you to them.

Would lovvveee to see this written in your style :D any lads pairing is fine with me!!

Heyyyy thank you for this, I rly needed something to sweep away the writing cobwebs!! Went for Zayne for this one, hope you enjoy! 🥰💕

You aren’t quite sure how to take it when Zayne holds out a smooth, dark pebble he’d plucked from the beach and slips into your hands with the addendum: “This reminded me of you”.

Your fingers are already cold, but the stone is colder: wet from the kisses of the ocean it never quite managed to be swept up by. You hold onto it tightly, regardless. Your eyes are torn between it and Zayne’s peridot gaze; he looks like he’s stepped willingly out of his depth.

“Um…” you begin, the breeze snatching at your hair, “thanks?”  

Zayne watches you, waiting. You look at the pebble again. Then him. Then the pebble. You can’t help it: a soft laugh starts to spill out of you, joining the chorus of the wind and the waves. Zayne smiles as though he’s remembered he can swim. He chuckles with you. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I do! It’s… it’s… so cool. Just like me, I totally see it. The resemblance is… uncanny.”

You’re grinning, holding the pebble up by your face so Zayne can compare the two of you. You put on a stony, serious expression for a moment, trying to match the rock’s effortless stoicism. Zayne chuckles a little more deeply. “You know that isn’t what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?” Your grin has returned.

“I meant…” Zayne begins, but then his words and smile falter, replaced by a soft, familiar frown. You see it often when he’s working, or conjuring excuses during a cancellation call with the dentist. Eventually, your doctor-with-an-answer-for-everything confesses: “I don’t know, actually.”

Some things aren’t meant to be dissected. With a warm hum, you lean to peck Zayne’s cheek, then thread your arm back through his, starting to drag him along the almost greyscale shore once more. The pebble is tucked into your pocket, turning your hand ever colder, but you don’t let it go.

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(Soft prompt game here!)

[m-robinavitch]

It’s no longer Trope Tuesday, but just in case you’re still taking prompts: Andrew Pope Cody + 9. Accidental pregnancy?

I always take requests for our sweet boy Andrew 😭💕 I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader

Trope: Accidental Pregnancy

Warnings: Slight abortion discussing

“Get rid of it,” that’s all he could say- he didn’t hear much else after you told him that you were late. “You don’t know what you want. Don’t do this to yourself.” The pregnancy? No. Don’t submit yourself to being tied down to Pope forever. Don’t force an innocent child to having a father like him- a family like his. But even if he’s fighting with himself to change your mind- Andrew has wanted nothing more than have a baby with you. He lies awake at night with his head on your chest imagining a baby that you’d give him. Sweet and gentle just like you- nothing like him. None of his evil damned traits or behaviors.

“Don’t say that,” you take his hands in yours, grabbing a hold of them tightly and pressing your forehead against his. “Andrew please don’t say that. I want this. I want this baby- with you.” He was shaking his head. Shaking his head because there’s no reason you should want his baby. He hears Baz echoing in his mind- telling him that no woman would want a child with him. Why would you? Even if you tell him how much you love him- no matter how many times you repeat it for him, he can’t let himself believe you. Eventually the hormones overwhelm you, you cry because the man you’ve loved for years is telling you that he wants you to get rid of the baby you’ve dreamt of- half of him. You’d get lost in the fantasy of a baby that is half of Andrew- maybe the baby would have his smile, rare but sweet and gentle and accompanied by a dimple. Maybe the baby would have soft auburn curls like Andrew does- loving the way you twirl the ones at the back of his head around your finger. Maybe the baby will have his eyes, beautiful hazel eyes where the green on the outside comes out more in some lights and in the sun they have honey colored flecks on the inside- obviously framed by serious looking eyebrows that are constantly furrowed but soften while he sleeps and you run a finger over his forehead. Maybe the baby will help him understand how much you actually love him.

Andrew panics the entire pregnancy. He tried to convince you to not go through with it- need you to reassure him every other day that this is exactly what you want. The first few months his mind won’t stop screaming at him. He gets no rest- lying awake at night watching you sleep and thinking about how many ways he can mess this up. His own mother believes he’s bad and evil and is constantly used for other’s purposes- he doesn’t know how to be gentle. He’s never hurt you and will never hurt you but what if he gets angry or frustrated or starts to spiral and- what if he’s like Billy? Or what if the baby turns out to be more like him than like you- unstable and angry and-

“And there is the heart beat-“ the ultrasound tech said, turning the volume up so you can hear while Andrew stands as close as possible- watching over you like a protection detail but as soon as he hears the rapid echoing of the baby’s heart, his eyes immediately lock in on the screen. His child- alive and healthy and even though it’s nothing more than a speck on the screen he loves them. He would die for both you and the baby immediately. After that appointment- Andrew came around to the idea of the baby more. He was still afraid- every fear bounced around his head in the middle of the night while he watched you sleep. He watched the bump grow and move- never allowing himself to touch when you’d ask him if he wanted to feel because he was scared that he’d hurt either of you or that the baby would absorb his sins through osmosis. Finally one night you took his hand and put it on your belly so he could feel the baby move around- you would drink cold water so he could feel the baby jump. You would poke and prod and he even joked- telling you to let his child sleep. His child.

Finally when the contractions started- he panicked again. He held your hand while you cried and pushed and kissed your sweaty forehead after hours of labor and thanked you. Thanked you for trusting him enough and loving him enough to give him the one thing he’s dreamed of with you. The nurse shoved the pink bundle in his arms while they worked on you before he had a chance to protest- he didn’t want to taint the pure innocent child. He didn’t want to hurt her. But she immediately stopped crying in his arms and Andrew cried. Because she barely opened her little eyes but she looked up at him like he meant something to her. He’s still questions your decision- questions your judgment about loving him and continuing to love him. Because every day you tell him as much. And you gave him the ultimate embodiment of that love that you have for him.

She has thin strands of fiery red hair atop her head, she hasn’t stopped frowning in the few hours since she was born, and her dad hasn’t put her down for a second since she’s been in his arms.

[chevxyn]

RIVALRY!

/w itoshi sae and bunny iglesias, syp; your childhood friend meets your best friend, what you didn’t know? they’re rivals that want eachother dead— that has similar feelings for you. ( gn ! reader )

mature language, sae is your childhood friend / bunny is your bestfriend. -> they both hate each other.

when you saw sae again at a random cafe, you swore your heart leaped—as before then, you could only find him from videos and pictures.

before he came to spain, you and him are close friends in school— you sat together in class, that even the teachers would match the two of you together.

when he said he’ll be going to spain, you can’t help but feel happy for him; sure, a little sad you’re not gonna see your friend anymore, but you supported him.

as your age reached fifteen, you moved to spain following to your family. specifically to the city of barcelona— when you reached your home, you met the guy next door named bunny.

he was the same age as you, so the two of you grew rather close as you would talk to him— and eventually became best friends.

as the two of you grew closer together, you decided to move in with each other at an apartment, and then you heard that he was going pro in football, hearing that choice— your mind traversed back to sae.

and now he’s here, you wonder if he still remembers you— and so you approached his lonely table, and as his eyes met yours, the two of you stayed quiet.

it was awkward until he spoke, “[nickname]?” it felt like time stopped for the two of you, but most definitely, to sae. you were his friend before he went here.

you were his closest friend, one that little him swears he doesn’t like— yet you were one of the only things he regretted after leaving japan.

and now you’re here, infront of him. “it’s been a while.” you said and smiled— looking at the seat beside him which he immediately pulled for you.

the two of you didn’t even know where to start, it has been years. — but what you both knew is that you’re at eachother’s gaze.

so the conversation was filled with memories from the past; things that happened, where have the two you been, and sae could be seen visibly more light.

he told you that he came here for a match that happened a day ago, and he was staying at a nearby hotel— and will leave back to madrid in the next two days.

you both talked for about two hours until you realized you gotta go— he was sort of disappointed but he didn’t let it slip to his face.

“i mean we can hang out tomorrow if you’re free.” you said and he gave a subtle nod, “i am,” you then took out your phone, and opened the ‘phone’ app.

“your number?” you smiled and he took a hold of your phone, after a minute he gave your phone back to you, but before you could leave— “wait, [nickname], do you got a ride home?”

“uh, i was gonna ride an uber.” hearing that, he let out a small hum before speaking, “i can take you there.”

“you sure?” you were surprised when he offered, and in return of your doubt, he nodded, “come on.” he said as he took your hand, guiding you to his car— upon the drive home; someone texted you.

bunny : r u otw back

seeing the notification, you let out a small hum and responded with a quick ‘yeah.’ sae who was driving— saw you texting and decided to ask,

as curiosity getting ahead of him, he spoke. “is that your boyfriend?” the jealous tone slipped through his voice but you couldn’t catch it that well.

“uh, no, it’s my roommate actually.” you said, and gave a smile. “i told him i’ll be back in a while, but he didn’t think i’d be out for two hours.” you chuckled and he nodded.

“ah wait! both of you should meet!” hearing that, sae subtly raised his eyebrow and let out a hm? “tomorrow, who knows? you both of you shares the passion! you guys can become friends.” you smiled.

same passion; hearing that statement, sae is almost curious— this guy plays football, truthfully, he really didn’t want to share the quality time with a random person, but with the way your eyes lights up, how could he say no?

“fine.” he simply said, “when and where are we going?” you thought for a bit, and remembered something— “there is a festival that’s gonna be held tomorrow, maybe the three of us can go?”

upon hearing that, he nodded— “i’ll inform you when we can go, tomorrow morning.” you smiled and before you know it, you’re nearby at you and bunny’s shared apartment.

infront of the modern apartment building, you thanked sae and bid your goodbyes— before scanning your card and went inside, you were greeted with bunny on the couch watching TV.

“you look happy.” as bunny said that, you let out a small snort and sat nearby him, “yeah, when i went out i met an old friend.” you explained, “that’s why i came home a lil late.” you chuckled.

he tilted his head and raised his eyebrow, “an old friend?” his voice laced with discomfort and jealousy, and you just nodded. “yeah, an old friend.”

“we’re planning to go to the festival together, do you wanna come?” he was quiet for a few seconds before refusing, “oh come onn, bun.” you gave him a small nudge.

“it’s just a small hang out, besides the two of you are footballers. what’s so bad about that?” hearing that, his ears perked. “he’s a football player?” he asked and you nodded.

“yeah, i’m sure the two of you would be fond of eachother, come on.” with your persistence, and the fact that he can’t say no to you anymore, he finally gave in and agreed.

besides, he wants to know who’s the football player that stealing you away from him.

so on the next day, you texted sae that you should meet up at night— at 6:00 pm, when that time came, sae was waiting for you and your friend outside the festival entry.

and my, how his expression changed when he saw you with the one person he would never guess you could be friends with.

and as for bunny, when he saw that same face that he destroyed years ago— he gave out a small smirk, oh he knows where this will go.

“sae!” when you called out, sae snapped out of it and looked at you, “[nickname].” he muttered as you went to him.

you looked at the two, oblivious to them staring at eachother in a way that if glaze could kill. — “bunny, this is sae.” you smiled, “and sae, this is bunny.”

when you introduced them for each other, bunny let out a small forced chuckle and took out his hand, “good evening, sae.” he said and let out a menacing smile.

“you too, iglesias.” he didn’t even bother to use his first name, but he did took the hand to shake to please you.

“you both know each other?” you asked, and they nodded respectively— “we’re.. old acquaintances.” bunny said and gave another smile to sae as the latter gave a small tch.

“really? that’s great!” you said, and sae let out a silent sigh he has been holding back— “we should go inside yeah? the festival looks so good!” you said as you took the of their hands and walked into the entry.

it didn’t take long until you eyed something and told them to wait, and in that waiting is when they do talk— cause without you, their true colors about eachother can finally show.

when you left, it was a quiet second before bunny talked, “so you’re the childhood friend [name] has talked all night yesterday.” his tone a little distorted— “and you’re the roommate.” sae bluntly said.

bunny looked at sae and tilted his head, “bestfriend, actually.” hearing that, sae let out a small huff, “i didn’t know [name] knew you.” he continued.

“and i remember you in the game where you’re playing alongside the main team but ended up being in team b.” bunny said innocently, with a taunting smile.

sae gritted his teeth and his gaze darkened, “and this is important because?” he looks at bunny, “i’m just saying that maybe [name] needs someone that plays for team a.”

“you think [name] would choose you?” sae asked, “you’re a lonely pathetic person, bunny— the only thing good about you is your skills.” hearing that, bunny scoffed.

“says the guy who left [name] without being in contact with them,” bunny said, “if you’re so positive that [name] would choose you, let’s just see who they’ll end up with, hijo de puta.” he gave a smile at the end of his sentence.

sae’s fist tightened but before the two of them could do anything; you came along— “i bought one for the two of you!” you said as you got them street food. “it looked delicious.” the atmosphere changed slightly as you came to make it seem they’re fine.

as the two of them said thanks to you, you dragged them along to somewhere else— leading the way, as you talked nonsense to them; you can’t see that the two are probably planning eachother’s murder.

©chevxyn

an. bunny is relatively new so mb for his personality if it ends up being so ooc. ( i kinda took his personality from the wiki & current leak and added some twist in it, but i will rewrite this when bunny is officially released and interacted with— i just wanted a rivalry fic with bunny and sae LMAOO )

[himeroon]

✿ Heartless? ✿

- Baby Saja x now demon reader

“ʜᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜɴᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ…”

WORD COUNT: 1,861

Fem!reader, Baby Saja x fem!reader, demon reader, finger!ng, neck biting and licking, top Baby Saja,

AU: An AU where the honmoon was not sealed and HUNTR/X, the girl group of four (Reader included) was turned into demons by Gwi-ma and they’re now under the careful watch of not just the Lord of the Demons but also by a particular Boy band.

They are taught to feed, reap, and follow Gwi’ma’s commands all while learning to stop fighting the temptations and desires their sick twisted souls yearn for…

(Also demons have devil tails like the tails with the arrow yeah!)

This is going to be part one of a series that I’ll be posting here and only my AO3, that will be just a big poly with HUNTR/X and Saja Boys

It had almost been a week and throughout that week you had gone through so many stages of grief and so had the girls. I mean demons? The one thing you are supposed to hate and kill? They’re heartless, cruel, and evil. And now you were the very thing you hated, how ironic. Living in your tower room with the Saja boys had been pretty hellish and you hadn’t even fully been there yet but you did get visions and dreams where you received commands and orders from Gwi-ma and shame tsunamis that came at you from time to time.

“I will be teaching Rumí.” Jinu yelled as he read off the list in his hand. You, Rumí, Zoey, and Mira all stood next to Jinu as he read off a list of which demons would train who from the group. You guys had to feed eventually but group training all together would just lead to everyone yelling nonsense and eventually just yelling at each other. So Jinu persuaded Rumí and they decided that maybe one on one training would work better everyone just had to promise not to kill each other, that was the hard part. However now that that’s settled came the actual training part.

“And Zoey will be with Mystery-”

“Nu uh!” Zoey interrupted waving her hands, “There’s no way that I’m training with a-” Mystery moved behind her and tilted his head slightly confused, earning nothing but a squeal and giggle from her, and just like that they were gone. Jinu smiled softly, it was so weird seeing Zoey in her demon form because it’s still same old Zoey, same voice and hair. Her contagious sweet laughter but now she had a horn, sharp fangs and the palest grey skin. But her eyes? Her reactions and giggles? Yeah thats Zoey alright,

Even with Mira with her two horns that basically seemed to be gouging out of her pony tails she was still your best friend, who had been there and helped you through your doubts when you needed it. And Rumí, still the beautiful singer and leader, it’s just that now she has a tail. So in way, nothings changed? That’s pretty bad to say but you were hanging on to hope.

“Romance and Abby will teach Mira.”

“WHAT?” Mira screamed frantically making Rumí glared at her before clearing her throat.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Mira was frowning and side eyeing Romance and Abby but hadn’t made a mean or snarky remark despite how mad she was because Rumí begged her not to before we went in the room. She crossed her arms and glared as Romance leaned down to get close to her face and smirk at her meanwhile Abby leaned on the wall beside her looking her up and down with a smug smile. Before opening a portal and pushing her in, “HEY! What?!” She yelled falling on the ground as they walked through, the portal closing behind them.

“That leaves Baby, and Y/N,” Jinu looked up at you and Baby who were that last ones in the room other than him and Rumí. You and Rumi’s eyes met across the room, your eyes must have looked full of the worry you felt because Rumi’s eyes softened, her eyebrows scrunching softly before giving you a soft thumbs up. Jinu opened a portal and walked through it elegantly before turning and extending his hand out to Rumí like some Prince in a movie, it was quite cinematic. She took his hand and stepped through the portal to god knows where.

You began to look around for Baby Saja who was just watching the exchange not a thought behind those glowing yellow eyes, his sleek grey tail moving back and forth like an upside down grandfather clock. You walked over to him, “So we’re together.” You blurted out and smiled in hopes to break the uncomfortable silence. He simply looked down at you, he was a lot taller but last time you checked that didn’t affect his ability to respond? So why is he not doing it?

“Training together.” He said taking out his lollipop and blurting that out all of a sudden, breaking the silence that was very much starting to get awkward and build tension.

“Huh?”

“We’re training together.” He repeated correcting again, before scoffing- rolling his eyes and popping his sucker back in his mouth as he walked away. What the fuck? “Do you have problem?” You shouted, because he didn’t have to be so rude and entitled. You wasn’t even listening as he opened the portal, the pink crimson came smoothly out of his fingers and spread creating a tear. He walked through it and waited for a moment before looking back at you. “You coming?” Fucking heartless freak.

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Hours had gone by and Baby was exhausting to get trained by, but after trying to create magic and feed of someone’s energy, you were finally able to spot, secure, capture and eat a target. Sure it was in an alley way that smelled like shit and there was trash and puddles everywhere. But Once you finally consumed a person you felt so liberated, like all the anger, sadness, and stress was shut out for just a moment when you sank your teeth into a person and sucked their energy. It’s flavorless but full of flavor at the same time and once you were done you drooled at the mouth for more. The body then began to disappear into crimson smoke and whats left of what you were feeding on turned into blue like energy and floated away as well.

“Awe what happened

“We feed enough but half or more of everything if you aren’t quick goes to Gwi-ma.” Baby said calmly looking over your shoulder, you got off your knees and looked at him. He looked so unimpressed, his hat covered most of his face but not his careless reaction.

“Admit it, that was a pretty good kill, way better than your kills.” You teased smugly flipping your head and placing your hands on your hips.

“Really you think you’re better than me?” He scoffed and smirked softly making it so that you could see only one of his fangs, his half lidded eyes staring deeply into yours, this was the first time you actually looked into his eyes like this. His eyes a bright glowing yellow in this dark alley was so beautiful.

“Yeah I.. think I’m better.. then you” you began trailing off making him tilt his head and raise an eyebrow. “Because you suck!” You blurted out finally looking away, and looking back down at the floor. The reason he wasn’t dripping wet was because of his hat but someone here was wet and maybe not because of the rain.. What was this? The need to look away what the hell? Why was he so fine in this moment? Did you lose your mind when you became a demon or what?

“My heart is so hurt.” Just then he swiftly grabbed your arm earning a gasp from your lips. He then slowly brought your hand up to his chest and to where his heart is. You didn’t move your hand away, you didn’t even attempt to make a move at all. He parted his lips in preparation to say something but stopped, the beating of his heart was like a loud drum just banging through his chest sending vibrations through your body from your fingertips to your chest and ears. He opened his mouth to say something again but was met with the action of you intertwining your fingers with his and bringing them up to your chest. His heart became Heavier as the beating began to speed up, you could feel it, you could feel him, and he could feel you. His heart now throbbing and beating quickly as his breath became rigid and heavy. Your breath slowed down as well, and for just a moment everything stopped, you now weren’t focusing on anything but him. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, the rain, the smells, the dirt, that don’t matter nothing mattered. Just you and Baby, for just a moment and maybe more?

Just then he pulled you in for a close hungry kiss, his tongue resting on your lips for a moment before continuing. He shoved his tongue down your throat as his hand rested holding you from your neck and he then brought his hand down to cup your breast his warm hand felt so good but not as good as his lip hopelessly thrashing onto yours as if you were going to leave at any moment. But you weren’t never in a million year you wouldn’t leave him, not right now, not in this moment. His thumb traced your nipples and they hardened even more on the spot. “Fuck..” he whispered against your lips before pushing you against the wall and beginning to kiss and nib at your neck.

His fingers began moving down your body as his tongue traced down your neck to your collarbone sending chills down your spine. His long slender fingers traced circles down your sensitive waist soft waist as he trailed them slowly down into your shorts. He stuffed his hands into your panties and began circulating around your pussy before entering a finger into your wetness. “So wet, already? My big powerful Y/N is really just a needy slut?” He taunted before he pushed his joints fully inside you. You felt yourself tighten around his finger as a soft whimper escaped your mouth and your back arched up against the wall.

“Comon losen up darling,” he said massaging your pussy with his thumb as he began pumping deeply with his finger hitting your weak spots. “I wanna be knuckles deep inside this pretty pussy, but I can’t do that if you don’t relax honey.” He said whispering in your ear, all you could do then was moan and whimper.

“Yeah thats it, moan for me.” He commanded before adding in another finger and curling them into you hooking them into your sweet spot and driving you over the edge. Your mouth hung open as another loud moan escaped your filthy mouth when you came all over his fingers. He covered your mouth with his hand, “Too loud,” he chuckled softly and his eyes softened for a second with mischievousness and a smile was brought to his normally dull or glazed over expression. “You’re gonna get us caught mama,” You simply looked up at him, the drowsy expression on your face must have told him everything he needed to know, you had no idea of anything he was saying. “Shhhhhh.” He repeated bringing a finger up to his lips, his fingers still covered in your juices as he began licking and sucking on them.

“You talk a big pretty big game but, I think I’m better.” He smirked and winked as he continued sucking, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Comon let’s head back, we can get some ramyeon on the way back or something.” You smiled at that, maybe this demon wasn’t so heartless after all…

-XOXO, HIME

[bloggerspam]

the much anticipated continuation!

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Phantom's skin is textured different from a humans, Jason realizes, as he slowly divests the Halfa of his glove.

It's a nice glove, black and leather-like. Supple.

Jason takes great pleasure in peeling it off inch by inch.

He likes how Phantom trembles underneath him, how he shakes like a little rabbit as Jason slowly presses his fingertips to the other man's, tilting his hand up until Jason can press their palms together and slot his fingers between Phantom's.

It makes him feel reckless, the way he knows that even despite it all Phantom could kill him within the blink of an eye. Is only like this because of Jason's touch.

A different kind of destruction, the kind that Jason wants to explore, instead of fear.

The chill of the Halfa soothes some ache in Jason, fizzles like steam, brushes through him from this scant contact like a breath of fresh air.

Phantom relaxes like he can't help himself, eyes shut tight even as the rest his body starts to flow into Jason.

Jason slowly backs up, delicately leading, not even tugging, as he keeps their hands pressed close together.

The cape Phantom has on starts to bunch, so he helps the Halfa unclasp it and drape it safely along the back of the loveseat away from them and any possible mishaps.

Phantom looks very soft and approachable, in his little green sweater. Jason realizes he's never seen Phantom in anything but his hero outfit—somehow, the loose sweater and fitted black pants look much more alluring than the skin tightness of Phantom's usual fare.

Eventually, Jason is leaning back half against the arm of the loveseat, half into the cushions.

Eventually, Phantom melts into Jason, nestled under one arm that's draped over the back of the loveseat, holding the other on Jason's lap. It's like he's siphoning the heat from Jason, and for the first time he realizes just how hot his blood boiled.

Endo- and Exo-thermic all at once. Symbiotic.

They stay like that for a long time, giving and taking, before Jason decides to finally solve the puzzle.

"Is this why you keep your distance?" Jason whispers, squeezing Phantom's hand. "Because you run cold?"

Phantom freezes, thankfully not literally, before sighing an icy breath. "Yes. I keep my distance because I run ice cold."

Phantom bites his lip, says almost under his breath, "It's not very…comfortable, touching something so cold."

"Did someone say that?" Jason tries to soften his voice, fiddles with Phantom's braid. He likes Phantom with long hair, though his usual short hair is nice too. "That they didn't like it?"

"No." Phantom huffs, though he sinks deeper into Jason. "They didn't have to. Most of my family are humans—they start to shiver after a time."

"I dunno." Jason muses, slipping the arm that was on the back of the loveseat to curl around Phantom. "You seem pretty comfortable to me."

Phantom jolts, cheeks and nose going green in a way that Jason quite adores, actually. Phantom's shoulders hunch up, the Halfa trying to become smaller as he mumbles, "We have compatible elements."

"What happens if you cuddle with an incompatible element?" Something flares inside of Jason, some kind of swirling uncomfortable feeling he doesn't want to name.

"Nothing, mostly." Phantom relaxes, as always more concerned about thinking through his answers so that they're as correct as they can be. "One of my sisters, she's got a wind core. It doesn't really soothe the ache, but it's…nice."

"Yeah?" Jason tries to think warm thoughts, wonders if he could control his core even if it seems like it's more of an idea of a core than anything. "I'm glad you weren't totally alone."

"She indulges me, she doesn't really appreciate body heat and warmth like I do." Phantom chuckles, reverberating through Jason pleasantly. "She can't sit still most of the time, so it's almost torture for her."

Jason huffs a laugh, thinking about Dick and Steph. "I know what you mean. Some of my siblings are like that too."

They share a smile, and suddenly, suddenly, Jason gets it.

He suddenly fucking gets it.

Phantom smiles soft and endearing, freckles littered all over his face like little kisses. He never would have noticed them if he hadn't bridged this gap, this distance that Phantom kept.

Phantom smiles and Jason wants to kiss it off of him, wants to test if Phantom doesn't actually need to breathe, wants to know if Phantom's tongue will soothe the lava masquerading as his tongue. He wants to untangle the braid and run his fingers through it, wants to feel the silky strands slip through and grip.

Suddenly, Jason understands Roy's anguish. Roy's had to deal with Dickie's love shenanigans for years, and Jason would never wish that upon anybody ever. Not even Black Mask.

…Maybe a little bit on Joker.

"You never answered." Phantom's voice jerks Jason back to the present.

"Answered what?" Jason has no time to actually face his newfound revelation, or what he's actually going to do about it. For now, Jason will enjoy this for as long as he can.

Then he'll make a dozen or so plans, but not a second before.

Jason is old hat by now in never looking a gift horse in the mouth.

He'll question it to bits and pieces, but not until after he reaps the benefits. Never let it be said that Jason is a stupid, unambitious man.

"If you crave cold things." Phantom tilts up, looking at Jason with those big ol' doe eyes. "You said before that you take ice baths sometimes. Is this…helping you?"

Jason takes a moment to properly think through this answer. Phantom always makes sure he answers their questions carefully, and Jason doesn't want to be flippant—especially when it feels like Phantom is actually asking something different entirely.

Is this helping Jason? He considers Phantom for a moment, what he's really asking. Is Phantom helping Jason?

"Yes." Jason finally admits. "Nightwing recommended I take an ice bath after a particularly brutal mission once. I guess it became habit after that, and I just didn't realize it was to help soothe my core."

Phantom hums. "How often?"

"About once a week." Jason leans back a little more, pretty much fully laying down on the couch now. He's pushing his luck, but thankfully Phantom goes with it, chasing Jason's heat as he follows and lays upon Jason's chest. "More, if there's been a particularly bad patrol."

"There's no tub in this bathroom though?" Phantom turns, seemingly unnoticing of their change in position. He presses his chin onto his free hand, pillowing himself on Jason's chest like a little cat. The braid slides off his shoulder, the ends tickling at a spot just above his ribs where it lands against his side.

"I do it at home." Jason is pleased to note that they're still holding hands. His other hand is resting on Phantom's lower back, rubbing circles with his thumb. "Did you think I lived here?"

"I know it's one of your safehouses." Phantom argues with a cute little pout. "I figured you'd change here before heading home. Separate work and personal life and all?"

Jason snorts. "No such thing for a Bat."

"That can't be true." Phantom argues, puffing up. "I know for a fact Red Robin has a demanding job in his civvies, and he definitely manages to hang out with the YJ kids often enough with how they talk."

"Red's a bit of a workaholic." Jason shrugs, grinning. "And he's got aliases for days. His work is his personal life and his personal life is his work."

"You don't have any hobbies? Special interests?" Phantom needles, "Do you have a job or schooling or—"

"I cook." Jason interrupts. "I run the Alley, if you can count that as a job. My special interest is being Red Hood, and no—I died before I finished high school."

"I do count running the Alley as a job." Phantom sniffs, before grinning wide. "And I knew you cooked, but I didn't know you liked cooking. Did you learn on your own?"

"My grandpa taught me." Jason smirks. "I'm the only one of the Bats allowed in the kitchen."

Phantom giggles, giggles, it's so fucking cute. Jason might need to punch something. His ghost tail curls around Jason's legs heavily, squeezing like it can't help itself—like its got a mind of its own and it really really likes how warm Jason is.

This is good, because Jason really really likes how cold Phantom is.

"What's so funny?" Jason teases, adjusting a little so Phantom moves a scant bit closer. "Is it that hard to believe?"

"No!" Phantom smiles, inhuman teeth gleaming against the shitty lights of the safehouse, "Your food is to die for!"

Jason groans, thumping his head back against the arm of the loveseat, "I forgot you and Nightwing pun like there's no goddamn tomorrow."

"Our humor is top-notch." Phantom sniffs, before he giggles again. "I just think it's cute, is all. Big Bad Red Hood learning how to cook with his grandpa, lording it over his horde of siblings."

"Cute?" Jason scrunches his nose, squeezing Phantom a little tighter, like he'll tickle him or something. "I got downgraded from Hot to cute?"

"Did I stutter?" Phantom laughs before pouting, digging his chin into Jason's chest a little more pointedly. "And being cute is not a downgrade—you take that back. Cuteness runs this world, just ask my sister!"

"Why would I do that when I can just ask you instead?" Jason blurts out, for once smooth and thanking Wonder Woman and any other goddesses listening in on his paltry prayers.

Phantom flushes a deep green from the tip of his nose to the apples of his cheeks, and it makes Jason helplessly smitten. He wants to smooth his thumb across the blush, wants to see if he can feel the difference in temperature.

Jason's oblivious, sure, but he's a Bat. They always get a clue eventually.

All signs point to Phantom at least enjoying Hood's company. Jason squeezes Phantom's hand, brings it slowly up until the back of his hand is poised just under Jason's lips.

He keeps eye contact with the Halfa's wide, glowing gaze, projects his next move as best he can.

Phantom, thank all these goddesses in his life, nods imperceptibly in allowance.

Jason's heart is beating so fast he's surprised it doesn't burst, pulling to place the softest kiss he can manage on the back of Phantom's hand.

Just as his lips brush skin, a loud bang! echoes in the room, causing Phantom to squeak in surprise and go invisible.

Dick, in his Nightwing garb, tumbles in through the window but Jason doesn't care. He's too busy trying to keep hold of Phantom's hand, trying to hold Phantom by the dip of his back, trying to reassure, but it's far too late. Phantom's gone intangible and slipped away, no doubt already out of the room and opening a Portal home on the rooftop.

"Hood?" Dick garbles from where he's face planted on the floor, "Little Wing, could you help your dear old brother out with a—what are you doing with that gun?"

Jason has unthinkingly cocked his gun at Dick, and he sighs as he lets his gun-hand drop. "Someone better be dying. Why are you even in Crime Alley?"

Dick rolls into a sit, holding up what looks like a crumpled up plastic back barely able to carry whatever is inside it. "Well you see, I heard from RR who heard from Oracle who was on comms tonight that—"

"Concisely, Dickwad." Jason growls, putting the gun away and grunting as he stands up. Phantom's cape has disappeared, and it makes Jason's guts sink at the confirmation. It's fine—Jason can summon Phantom another time, he has plans to make anyway.

Dick thinks for a moment, counting fingers. "Heard Batman crashed your party, got Chinese, stopped a drug deal on the way, got shot, saved the food, Grappled here." He does jazz hands, directly above the gun shot wound on his leg.

"You got fucking shot and you grappled here?!" Jason jerks towards the kitchen counter where Phantom left the first aid kit, "You could have just fucking called."

"Yyyyeeeees…." Dick draws out, voice pained from the fucking gunshot wound. "But you would have just ignored me. And it's not healthy, bottling up your emotions."

"First of all, that's the fucking point." Jason grumbles as he sets the kit on the coffee table and heads towards Dick to sling an arm over his shoulder. "Second of all, I don't wanna hear anything about bottling or canning or vacuum sealing emotions from you of all people. You ever talk to B about that time—"

"I see your point!" Dick loudly interrupts, groaning when Jason unceremoniously drops him on the couch and starts to roughly treat the wound. "Would it kill you to treat me a little softer? What's got you all up in arms??"

"I was in the middle of something, 'Wing." Jason growls, though he does gentle his hands. "And B didn't crash my party. He ambushed me after it."

"Was this after or before the injuries?" Dick asks, tapping a foot against Jason's as he finishes the bandaging, pointing at where Jason's leg wound is also wrapped. "Oh, hey, twinsies."

Jason doesn't answer, vindictively tightening the bandages too tight for a moment just to see his brother wince, before finishing it up at a perfect tightness.

"If I promise not to talk about feelings again," Dick pushes his luck, "Will you eat this food I definitely watched someone make from start to finish and watch terrible TV with me?"

Jason huffs, getting up and letting the silence percolate as he puts away the supplies and cleaned everything up. He comes back with an assortment of plates, utensils, napkins and a glass of water for both of them.

He pretends not to notice Dick's relief when he sits back down and distributes the food.

"What were you doing?" Dick settles back, beginning to munch on his food.

"Cleaning up." Jason raises an eyebrow, turning on the TV and taking a bite of his own food.

"No, I mean—before I came. You said you were in the middle of something. What was it?"

Jason thinks about Phantom, laying on top of him. How he barely weighed anything. Thinks about the comforting chill of him, the way his hand fit into Jason's, the smile and giggle and flash of his eyes.

The way he shook when Jason lightly caged him in, the flush of his cheeks when he nodded his consent, the feel of him.

"A puzzle." Jason finally answers, after a commercial or two has played. "I was in the middle of a puzzle."

"O…kaaay….." Dick looks at him weirdly, confused to all hell as he looks around the living room and sees no puzzle pieces. "So what, were you stuck on it or something?"

"Yeah." Jason smirks as he takes a sip of his water, not fully elaborating and already thinking about all the possibilities. "I didn't have the whole picture yet."

"But you have it now." The gleam in Dick's eye says he knows Jason's not talking about an actual puzzle.

"I do." Jason snorts, ignoring how excited Dick seems to be about Jason's excitement. "Now I just have to work for it."

Dear Darcy...

Another AU borne from the HHD server--Touch-starved DoM with identity shenanigans. Follow here on AO3!

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It isn't until well into their acquaintanceship that Jason notices something odd about Phantom.

That's not exactly true—Jason noticed it on their third mission together in a passing thought, but decided to not care about it on account of all the bullets and daggers being thrown at him and his team at the time.

Phantom is an ally, of sorts. A consult, perhaps, Jason doesn't really know.

It's hard to really say when they still don't really know what he does.

Though, again, that's not exactly true—Jason supposes it's more accurate to say they still don't really know what he can't do.

They go to him when the supernatural is involved, introduced to them via Zatanna when Jason expressed an adamant dislike of needing to ask JL Dark for anything (needing to ask Bruce for anything).

The ghost, a big name in the so called Realms world, is friendly and happy to help most of the time. He's a delight to work with in Jason's book, seeming to use his so-called ghost sense to read the room empathically—filling in the spaces when the quiet is too dark for the team, trailing behind silent as a shadow when even breathing is too loud, staying mostly out of the way and chiming in when necessary.

It helps that if shit hits the fan, Phantom can do something about it—it helps that that's the only time Phantom will ever butt in.

The Outlaws, Jason, is still to raw to handle playing nice, but Phantom makes it easy.

Phantom makes it effortless.

It makes Jason's gut roil in ways he's not sure how to deal with, beyond shooting it.

Either way, Jason, Red Hood, isn't supposed to be here in the Realms.

It's not that he's not allowed, per say, it's just that he wasn't exactly invited to this particular corner and Jason's a Bat, sure, but even he knows the supernatural have rules.

Jason was trying to summon Phantom for a quick mission, an in and out kind of deal that may or may not have had a cult involved in it that made Jason a little leery.

Except the summons was denied, which can happen sometimes when Phantom is busy.

Only instead of the circle simply going dark, like usual, Jason got pulled in instead.

So now he's here, in what he assumes to be Phantom's lair.

It's nice, the lair, if a little dark and mood-lighted. It has a dome-like structure, with stars and constellations all over like a planetarium. There's even one of those big ass telescopes peeking out the roof like one, though it seems to only point outwards towards the green of the Realms. Symbolic, or decorative in nature.

There's bookshelves of astrology and astronomy and all sorts of science and space related things littered throughout the shelves. Every now and then the stacks of books are interrupted with some kind of LEGO space creation, or a miniature of a rocket, or some of those weird weapons Phantom sometimes pulls out.

There's a work area, neat and messy at the same time, with a work table and a large toolbox drawer set. Metal detritus is piled neatly next to it, a project or two laid out under a heavy dark blue cloth on the table to keep it from getting dusty or be moved around if Jason has to guess.

In another area, there's living room-like space with a big monitor and beanbags and soft chairs surrounding it, typical of a college dorm room-esque gaming set up. Just beside it there's a large computer that hums softly, a picture of a female werewolf acting as a screensaver.

In yet another, there's a gathering of plants of many varieties growing this way and that. Jason spots a couple he recognizes from his run-ins with Pamela, and spots a copious amount of plants he doesn't recognize of this Earth. Ghost plants, he's assuming, from the glow of them.

There is even, curiously, one of those "at-home" basketball games that can fold away reminiscent of the ones you can see at the arcade with a couple miniature basketballs. Beside it, some kind of sleek mechanical looking surfboard rests against the wall in metallic reds and black with another toolbox set hidden just behind where it leans.

The kitchen area has a fridge that's absolutely covered in magnets from all over the world, a picture in crayon that is disconcertingly good pinned up here or there signed by someone named Ellie.

And then, of course, the main draw at the center of the room: a bed of sorts, stacked with pillows and blankets and assorted plushies of varying sizes.

Buried within is Phantom himself, huddled up in a nest of pillows and breathing heavy, angelic face flushed green the way a human would in fever. Jason, for the first time since meeting the halfa, truly wonders extensively how much the he isn't telling them.

Which brings Jason back to the odd thing.

Well, the odd thing that Jason is focusing on right now:

Phantom, contrary to his self-proclaimed ghostly nature, is very solid.

More than that, he's very, utterly, alive.

It's all the more apparent when Jason takes off one of his gloves to feel Phantom's forehead, the way Bruce would when Jason was Robin.

The way Jason wishes he could with his family.

Jason realizes, with the kind of starkness that comes from a photo flipbook of memories cascading through him, that he's never touched Phantom before. Not skin to skin or outside of a spar, and never like this.

He realizes, as the pocket book extends to not just him but his team-mates as well, that Phantom's never touched anyone before.

Always hovering just 6 feet away, like quarantine.

Like the depth of a grave.

Phantom is not quite hot to the touch, as Jason expects he would be. He had suspected a fever, of a sort. But he supposes it makes sense that a ghost would run cold, considering.

In the first place, Jason's not sure what possessed him to touch the ghost—he doesn't even have a baseline temperature to compare to so there's no real point.

He's not sure what possessed him to think this was okay, touching an ally like this without consent.

Not when his touch has never been welcomed, especially not when he's Red Hood.

He's just about to pull his hand away, careful not to wake the ghost, when Phantom starts to purr.

It rattles through him, like it's not used to being let out, as Phantom nuzzles at the tips of Jason's fingers.

As if Jason's touch was wanted, as if it comforts the ghost, as if Phantom wants nothing more.

As if this very hand didn't burn buildings to the ground, didn't shoot men into the fathoms, didn't carry bloody duffle bags, didn't fucking hurt hurt hurt.

Jason withdraws his hand carefully, gliding as gently as he can manage, breathing slow and deep.

He's been trained bloody enough to know pulling back in knee-jerk reaction can give things away.

He does not want Phantom to know he touched him.

Jason puts his glove back on, tight and unforgiving, and steps back.

He flexes his hand once, twice. Shakes it, before forcefully relaxing every muscle, trying to melt away the cold traces of Phantom's skin on his.

He clears his throat once, twice a little harsher, until Phantom mewls and blinks glowing green eyes up at him. His gaze is hazy with fever, soft like feathers, child-like in confusion.

And here, another odd thing Jason has not noticed until now:

When did Phantom's Lazarus green eyes become comforting?

When did Phantom's watery green eyes become forgiving?

[lcvelycait]

𝝑𝝔　　 ⁺( ᵔ⤙ᵔ)　the night before　⟡

(ᴗᴗ｡ ) 　˚　　♡　₊ 　  ﹒　how would the morning/day after be like with Lucifer . . ?

꒰ა ໒꒱　┄　﹒　ft. lucifer x gn!reader

⤷        ❤︎       ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა      established relationship

˚　　𓂃　𓆩𓆪　　　⌦　　cw ﹕ really sexual, Lucifer being the teasing bastard he is, i think that's it

(´-﹏-)　⠀⟢ ⠀a/n ﹕ hi guys.. gulp! sorry i'm... inactive.. BUT yeah ok I've no excuse. enjoy this for all the Luci fans hehe (me)

the morning/day after would be like with Lucifer after finally having the most jaw dropping, toe curling, mouth drooling, sheet gripping, roughest sex ever. just think about it.

you both agreed to take it slow and all vanilla at first because... Lucifer, my goodness.. does he really expect you to take something inside you that's so.. big?

the way your insides would stretch just from him entering alone, holding onto his horns for support whilst your eyes rolled to the back of your head. even if he went as slow as he wanted to, he couldn't help the fact the tip of his cock was hitting your spot so good you'd see stars.

but the stress from all the paperwork, Mammon ordered things on Lucifer's credit card again, Satan downloading too many e-books so then Levi complains about the wifi being slow, could he not catch a break!? and there goes Beel going on a rampage since someone ate his pudding, again.

you were his sanctuary, calling you into his office just to be in your presence. it calms him down and takes away the stress, okay?

he was awfully stressed that night, you offered to help, one thing led to another and BAM you're destroyed on his bed, twitching and cum pouring out of your hole. round after round after round, you couldn't catch a break. but he had to give it to you, letting stress out in the form of love making has been in his mind for a while. but alas, time is not on this man's side </3

not to say you didn't feel great, your mind went numb and so did the feeling on your legs, your voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming you had done, but the sheets are already cleaned up and so are you. when you wake up, you're slightly confused, until the memories come flooding into your mind. oh no...

gently lifting Lucifer's arm off of your body, you realize he had given you his shirt to wear, well that confirms the actual reason why he's shirtless and all.

now the day starts, but you avoid Lucifer at all costs. too embarrassed because, oh my goodness. you just got fucked so thoroughly by the Avatar of Pride. it's not like you guys hadn't had intercourse before, but it was your first time having rough sex with him! it's different!

of course, Lucifer immediately notices that you're trying to avoid him, knowing it was because of what happened last night. so then he corners you when he finds you reading in the library, teasing you about everything that happened.

"you know you can't avoid me forever." he says with a sadistic grin, sitting beside you to read over your shoulder. "it's a miracle you can still stand. let alone walk." his breath is hot against your ear, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against his chest. "but if you wish, i suppose i'll entertain you in this game of cat and mouse." okay whatever ASSHOLE

he just teases you throughout the whole day, when he holds onto your arm, his middle & ring fingers are purposefully pressed together, or he makes a 'v' with his index and middle fingers while he teases you, the deep pink blush creeping up onto your cheeks is what makes things even better alongside your reaction. pursed lips with furrowed brows. he could tease you all day and never get tired.

even days after the heated night, he still won't let it go. continuously teasing you about it and the look on your face when you're about to cum. a sight only for him to see.

you give in eventually, missing being in his arms and his warmth. then the jackass just goes saying "I knew you'd give in early." SHURTUHU UOPPPP SHTUTHU UP SHUT UOPPP its okay though not you love him nonetheless

[chimckenns]

Honey had been stressed and busy with work for the past month. More often than not Guy saw them almost to the point of collapsing as they walked in the door, and Guy would have to pick them up and lay them on the couch for a moment’s rest before they could muster up enough energy to shower and eat.

So he hesitated when he asked them to come to his graduation. To ask them to make time despite their hectic schedule… Guy couldn’t help but hesitate. It felt selfish. It’s just a simple graduation ceremony that only lasted a few hours. He walks across a stage and takes a plaque. That’s it. It’s not really worth asking them to take the day off and run the risk of their work piling up even more. He knows that. Besides, he’s already technically graduated as of a few months ago, this ceremony is but a formality.

He slipped the note on the table in front of them.

“I know you’re busy and if you have work you don’t have to come. It’s long overdue anyway.” He laughed.

Honey sat up and held the note in their hands. It took them a few seconds to focus their eyes to read the print, but once they registered the information they smiled and opened their mouth-

But before they could reply, Guy went to the kitchen, starting up a rant about anything and everything.

He felt…guilty. His Honey had been working and he couldn’t bring himself to drag them away. Yet a part of him really wanted them there. They’re the only family he really has, and certainly the one he wants to actually keep. But they’ve been working and taking care of most of the bills - there’s only so much a part time pizza job can do. And he feels terrible every time he sees Honey exhausted from their full time job.

Whenever Honey brought up the graduation, Guy would divert the topic to something else. He didn’t want Honey to feel like they owe him something if they were busy. And he couldn’t bring himself to listen to their inevitable rejection of his invitation - yes, a part of him still wants them to go. A big part.

In the days leading up to the ceremony at it seemed like Honey got busier and busier with work making them stay for overtime almost every day now. They got up early too, whispering a “good morning” and sneaking a kiss to Guy’s sleepy lids before leaving the apartment before the sun was even up.

Guy felt lonely.

And then immediately cringed at his selfishness.

Honey was working their ass off and he’s here complaining about them not giving him attention. Stupid.

He tried his best to help them whenever he could - making dinner and leaving breakfast wrapped up and ready in the fridge. He left notes in their fridge to wish them a good morning, and sent texts checking up on them frequently. He saved a meme collection that he’d send them too, knowing it’ll make them smile.

Eventually the date of Guy’s graduation comes around. Honey had left for work as per usual, leaving him to get ready and head to campus alone. A single tear ran down his cheek as he fixed his tie and looked in the mirror.

He missed them.

He just wants to get this day over and done with.

…

He walked out the door. And froze.

Standing in front of him was Honey, a giant bouquet of flowers in one hand and a teddy bear with a graduation cap and a pizza on its head in their other hand. They stood, beaming at him with that smile he missed so much.

“I had to run to pick these up, sorry for leaving early.” They grinned, holding the presents towards him. “Congratulations on graduating, baby!”

Guy wasted no time and ran towards them, hugging them and burying his face in their neck. He sniffled, unable to control the relieved tears from escaping. Honey patted his back, full of understanding like always.

“You felt bad for asking me to attend, didn’t you.”

Guy nodded against their shoulder.

“You dummy. I’ll never miss this for the world. Even if it meant cramming work for a few days.”

Guy loosened his arms, and let Honey wipe the tears from his cheeks.

“I’m so proud of you.”

[yellowf1nch]

Warning: Minors do not interact, slight swearing, mentions of physical/domestic abuse

(Part 4 of the problematic roommate series)

When you awaken, the house is quiet. Your roommate must be gone to work, the both of you needing another part time job since the mass layoffs and limbo you're both in with Valdivian. You carefully make your way downstairs, making sure to confirm your roommate's absence, before grabbing another light breakfast and heading back up to get dressed and grab the dateviators. On second thought, you could probably use a shower, and have Farya check your face before anything else. Heading down with a change of clothes, you activate the dateviators and Farya greets you with a tense expression and ushers you to sit on Jean-Loo.

"Let's see now," she begins, grabbing her small pen light and waving it at your face, "dilations are normal, patient is aware and responsive... Temperature is normal... Blood pressure is normal... Well your vitals all seem fine, and your responsiveness is a good sign after concerns of potential concussion. And just, all the head trauma you experienced. If you had slow reaction times or, if any responses were not to the standard we could be looking at nerve damage. And you don't have a fever which means your likelihood of having an infection is low!" You thank her, asking if it's alright to shower. "Why, yes! Of course you can! Cleaning around the stitches is important, just make sure you do it gently. And don't actually rub over the stitches themselves, just the area around them." You thank her again, but she holds your arm as you reach for the dateviators.

"As a medical professional, and as the one treating you, it is important for me to ask about whether you feel safe in your living situation," Farya pauses, and removes her hand from you. "Normally these kinds of questions are about domestic violence between partners, but, well, living with someone is still a domestic situation, right? And I can certainly help you! And I will! I'm glad you trusted me to take care of you, but sometimes it is a good idea to go to a hospital. I mean, think about if you had a severe concussion! If you went to sleep, you could have had seizures or fluctuating brain activity that we can't really monitor here. And that could lead to lifelong complications. But, as a soon-to-be doctor, I have to provide you with the best advice I can for your well-being... so going forward, just keep your safety in mind. But I certainly won't turn you away for anything!" She smiles, and takes out a small pill container. "This is some acetaminophen. It should help some with any pain, and in case your temperature has been fluctuating it should help to stabilize it. If... If there's anything else you need, just let me know." And with that, she leaves you to shower.

After a thorough, but gentle, clean, you decide to head up to the breaker box since Eddy was expecting you. When you enter, you don't see him, so you take a seat at the bar and wait. Some time passes, when Eddy comes around the corner from the back hall and pauses briefly when he sees you. He continues however, toolbox in hand as he walks to the stage. He sets the box down, then walks back through the doorway, and returns with a broom and dustpan. He seems to be holding back a smirk, leaning the broom and pan against the bar beside you.

"Floor needs to be swept," he waits there, crossing his arms expectantly.

"Which floor?" Eddy rolls his eyes, sighing.

"The one I'm standing on, the only floor in here."

"Well, but do you want me to just do this room? Should I get behind the bar also, do I go back in the hall there-"

"Just. Sweep in here. Behind the bar. That's it." You nod and grab the broom, setting off around the bar to start there. Eddy watches you for a moment, then makes his way to the stage as he begins his own tasks. Time passes, periodically you hear him mutter to himself, but continue sweeping. Eventually, you finish, and go stand by the stage.

Eddy has some of the boards of the stage floor removed, you see him crouched beneath the stage, tools scattered above, wires in one hand and zip ties between his teeth as he reaches up, feeling around for something, when you ask him what he needs. He startles, slightly, then levels you with a firm expression. A silence stretches between you.

"I finished sweeping." He shifts the zip ties with his tongue, pushing them to one side of his mouth.

"So you did. Well that's all I have for you, so you can go now." You blink at him, looking at his mouth, then his hands.

"It looks like you could use a couple more of these," you raise your hands slightly, "Like a surgeon and nurse, tell me what you need and I can hand it to you." Eddy keeps staring at you, then shifts to a fully seated position and looks down at the wires in his hand. He extends his hand upwards, palm open.

"Flathead," he grunts.

For the next hour, you and Eddy fall into a steady rhythm. When the wiring is done, you move to the floorboards. When the floorboards are done, you move to the ceiling panels. Every time Eddy asked for something, you provided. Despite wanting to talk more, the few questions you asked were met with silence or clipped answers. Eddy was clearly keeping you at arm's length. Once he was done with the ceiling, you followed him to the bar where he set down the toolbox and moved to fix himself a drink.

"How much more do you have to do?" You ask, taking a seat on the same stool you sat before. Eddy glances at you, then takes a hearty gulp from his glass.

"Are humans always this insistent?"

"Do breaker boxes usually have this much work to do?" Eddy looks at you, eyes wide, then narrowed. The grip on his glass tightens.

"Yeah? Thought you said you weren't afraid of hard work. Guess humans are all liars, too."

"I'm not afraid of hard work."

"Then why are you complaining?"

"Because I'm allowed to complain. If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be."

"Well maybe you should come here only when someone wants you around." Eddy swirls the liquid in his glass, you scowl at him.

"So you're saying you don't want me around?" You thought you sounded confident, but as the words left your mouth they softened. Eddy laughs.

"You really did get knocked in the head pretty good. Just now figuring that out?"

"Well if you didn't want me to be here you shouldn't have invited me!"

"I only invited you because you won't leave me the fuck alone!"

"You could have locked the doors!" Eddy squints at you from the corner of his eyes, then turns to fix himself another drink. "And," your voice dips lower, you look down at the bar top tracing mindless shapes with your fingertips, "if there's all this maintenance that's been needed all this time, I... Should have been trying to do more. I mean, since I moved in the lights occasionally flicker and I just let it be. Normally when something's up I try to look it up and deal with it but... I guess this being the breaker box I was wanting to avoid completely screwing things up. Living with a roommate adds to that. Even more now that I know they're willing to... To...," you gesture to your face, glancing up at Eddy to find him looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. "You don't have to like me, you can think I'm annoying and stubborn. But there's work to be done, and I'm going to see it through."

He's silent, you both are, avoiding speaking or even looking at each other. "I've been doing all of this well before you moved in. You don't owe me anything." He speaks plainly, no emotion behind his tone. "You are annoying. If you wanna talk to someone you should see Volt."

"But I don't-"

"You're well acquainted with the door. You can see yourself out." He turns, glass in hand, and walks into the back hallway. You sit for a few minutes, but turn and make your way to the door. You notice you still have a few hours while your roommate is out, so you decide to go room by room and assess the damage from last night.

There were dishes strewn about, some broken and chipped which you partly dealt with at breakfast. Chairs and tables were pushed around, whatever items were on them knocked over or fallen off. You tried speaking to Daisuke, but he was too distressed for any conversation. Abel as well, seemed to assure you everything was fine though he stood just a bit off kilter. You go around, setting things back in place, a notepad in hand marking down what needs fixing, groceries you're low on, making a bit of normalcy after the last few days. As you take a load of blankets to the laundry room, you forget you have the dateviators on when Washford appears before you. You had met him and Drysdale (and everyone in the laundry room) briefly, but things seemed especially strained here, so you haven't made for much conversation. His demeanor is as you remember before: stoic, proud, but bathed in misery. His eyes are softer as he regards you, though, and his posture relaxes if only slightly.

"We meet again, wayward mutt. And I see you have memories laid into your flesh, a grit you will now carry in the set of your jaw. Your own mark of Cain."

"Hi, Washford, is something wrong?" You sigh, hands holding a blanket you had only just begun to put into the machine. He takes it from your hands, wringing it while looking dejectedly to the side as a scowl crosses his face.

"Hah, the tree boughs whisper, their roots anchored to soil, trying to comfort the river rapids."

"Alright?"

"And yet the soil is softened from floods, the tree is tilted. You are here for business and, perhaps... Your business is not met poorly."

"Okay?" Washford frowns, and runs a hand through his hair.

"Your paltry responses are regrettable," he meets your gaze again, "but your... Valor was apparent. If there is blood from your injuries you may need to soak whatever garments are stained before you bring them to me."

"Oh. Well, I'm not too concerned about stains. I wasn't wearing anything important. And there wasn't a lot of blood that got on my clothes."

"Hm. I see. Then, I will take my leave." There was surprisingly little fanfare as he disappeared, leaving you in silence once again.

Placing the blankets into the washing machine with detergent, you start it up and go put the dateviators in a different spot. You wait for the washer to be done, and as you begin moving the blankets to the dryer, you hear your roommate come in the front door. They put their bag and keys up, take their shoes off, and wander into the kitchen where they get some food out and move to heat it up in the microwave. Your actions become stiff, and you try to spend extra time slowly adjusting things in the dryer hoping they would be gone for you to leave.

The microwave finishes, your roommate grabs their food and sits at the kitchen table. Not wanting to drag out this proximity any longer, you finish in the laundry room and walk out, making a point to avoid looking towards the table.

"Hey," you hear. You pause before you round the corner past the fridge. "Can we talk?"

[underhell69]

Drawing based off of a little cringe one shot I wrote below the cut:

Whenever Francis gets sick of Arthur he angrily retreats to his villa in Spain for a couple of weeks to cool off. For ancient flesh beasts like Francis, years are merely days, plans with the other embodied nations could take up decades of Francis time (once he had a 20-year strip poker run with Prussia) 

So, eventually Matthew joined in on Francis’s retreats as an opportunity to see his papa. This became a small routine the father and son picked up in the past 10 years. Despite being a grown man / creature / country mascot / thing, Matthew can't help but feel like a lost kid, especially when still grappling with what the fuck he is. He never understood how Alfred handles it so well… the isolation is crushing… can't be friends with humans, can't be friends with his own kind (well, he never tried to anyways)

Francis, his papa, is his comfort person. Makes him feel like a kid again, ignorant to the true vast repeating emptiness his life would be.

Mattie was always closer to Francis, due to their shared language they had an extra connection that Matthew never had with his other father, and Francis always had a soft spot for little Matthieu, his ‘little me’. So, here is Matthew eating with his papa, in a beautiful villa. Usually, this would allow him to ignore his internal problems and give him a sense of ‘normalcy’. Francis pours him a glass. Then another. Matthew starts over thinking, his mental state has been essentially, don't think about it, but the alcohol slows him down, he's rummaging. 

The room is spinning, he keeps thinking, thinking.. Maybe the fifth glass was a bit too much.

“Hey, uh, papa. How do we die?”

The question was so perplexing. Francis almost spits out his wine, a small chuckle arises, “quoi — what a strange question?” Matthew grimaces at the immediate lighthearted dismissal of the serious nature of the question. Francis looking up to seeing Matthew wanting an actual answer, Francis finishes his chardonnay 

“To put it short, we can't” he places his now empty glass down, “how come you want to know? Sick of being around your brother?” Francis grins, leaning on his arms. Matthew looks down, suppressing a frown - try to keep it nonchalant. “I, well, no — “Matthew swirls around the remaining liquid in his glass, staring at it as if he's waiting for his word que.  “Just curious” is what he lands on. A quick reply. Just drop the subject.

Francis pauses on that. He's analysing Matthew now. Despite not being the best ‘parent’ in the world, he at the very least could tell when something was off with his Matthieu. 

[zeldaresourcesforlufans]

The Hero of Legend

The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past (1991)

The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening (1993, 2019)

The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages (2001)

The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons (2001)

The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds (2013)

The Legend of Zelda: Tri Force Heroes (2015)*

As always, credit to Linked Universe

Next up is our most experienced hero! Read on for a synopsis of Legend's background according to the Zelda canon.

Heads up, this is a hefty post - probably the longest one I'll have on this blog. They don't call Legend "The Veteran" for nothing!

*There are conflicting sources regarding the status of Tri Force Heroes in the LU canon. Most fans do attribute this game to Legend.

Legend is arguably the face of the Legend of Zelda franchise. He's even recognized by Guinness World Records for Link's Awakening being the 42nd most influential video game of all time, a title awarded in 2009! His games were released over a span of nearly 30 years and showcase a wide variety of styles, stories, and mechanics. It's no wonder that he refers to himself as "The Collector"!

The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past (1991)

When Legend starts his first adventure, his world is at the end of an era of peace. Various catastrophes have begun to happen, seemingly only held in check by the King of Hyrule's chief adviser, a powerful magician named Agahnim. But Agahnim is no hero; he's actually Ganon's alter ego, and his goal is to overthrow the King, break the seal to the Dark World, and rule over Hyrule himself. Things come to a head when Legend, at this time just a young boy living with his uncle, is awakened in the middle of the night by a telepathic plea by Princess Zelda - this one referred to in the Linked Universe fandom as Fable - for help.

Young Legend is thrust headfirst into adventure as Hyrule descends into chaos, his uncle is killed, and he learns that the Maidens (descendants of the powerful sages who placed the seal on the Dark World) as well as Fable are in grave danger. After a quest to retrieve the Master Sword, Legend confronts Agahnim but isn't able to defeat him. As a result he's cast into the Dark World, where Agahnim has just sent Fable and the Maidens. Legend must navigate the dangerous Dark World and rescue Fable and the Maidens, with his adventure eventually culminating in a pair of battles first against Agahnim and then against Ganon. He recovers the Triforce and wishes to revert the effects of Agahnim's/Ganon's actions and restore Hyrule to peace. The King of Hyrule, Legend's uncle, and all other victims of the violent coup are brought back to life.

The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening (1993, 2019)

This game was originally released in 1993, and a full remake for the Nintendo Switch was released in 2019.

While traveling the world on a small boat, Legend is caught in a storm and is knocked unconscious when a lightning bolt strikes the mast. He washes up on Koholint Island and is saved by a girl named Marin.

After he recovers and retrieves his equipment, he learns that the only way to leave Koholint is to collect the eight Instruments of the Sirens in order to awaken the Wind Fish, who sleeps in an egg at the top of a nearby mountaintop. However, he later finds out that Koholint is an illusion, and that awakening the Wind Fish will cause the island to disappear forever. Legend is torn: does he complete his quest and leave? He has grown very close to Marin, and awakening the Wind Fish would mean he'd never see her again. Or does he abandon his quest and stay on Koholint with Marin forever, knowing that this world is not real?

Legend discovers that Marin knows the Ballad of the Wind Fish, which is the song that will wake the Wind Fish. She also tells him of her dream of asking the Wind Fish to grant her wish of becoming a seagull so that she can leave Koholint to fly around the world. Is it possible that Marin might be real and not part of the illusion, and that's why she also wants to leave? Legend decides to complete his quest and succeeds in waking the Wind Fish. He wakes up back in the real world clinging to a piece of wreckage in the ocean, with both the island of Koholint and Marin gone. He sees the Wind Fish flying above him in the sky and, if the player has completed the entire game without receiving a Game Over, an image of Marin with seagull wings appears in the sky. It's unclear if this means that Marin's wish was granted, or if Legend is simply thinking of Marin.

The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons (2001)

These games are linked and can be played in either order to create a linear storyline. The main villains are Twinrova, a pair of Gerudo witches named Kotake and Koume, who send two of their minions to cause chaos and light two of the three flames needed to resurrect Ganon.

Oracle of Ages

Legend travels to the land of Labrynna by the power of the Triforce. There, Twinrova have sent Veran, the Sorceress of Shadows, to gain control of Nayru, the Oracle of Ages. From Nayru, Veran gains the ability to control time and hides the Essences of Time throughout the past. Legend must use the Harp of Ages to travel through time and retrieve them to save Labrynna.

Oracle of Seasons

Legend travels to the land of Holodrum by the power of the Trifoce. There, Twinrova have sent General Onox to imprison Din, the Oracle of Seasons. Without Din, Holodrum's seasons become erratic and the land is in peril. Legend must collect the Essences of Nature in order to defeat General Onox and save Holodrum.

Joined Storyline

After completing the initial quests of both games, Legend learns that although he defeated Veran and General Onox, they were able to light the flames beforehand. One more flame is needed to resurrect Ganon, and Twinrova plan to kidnap Fable and force her to light the final flame before sacrificing her to become Ganon's vessel. The last flame is lit, but before Twinrova are able to complete the sacrifice, Legend engages them in battle. In desperation, Twinrova sacrifice themselves instead, but they prove to be unsuitable vessels. A mindless, raging version of Ganon is born, who must be put down by Legend.

The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds (2013)

On an otherwise normal day while out running errands for the blacksmith to whom he's apprenticed, Legend stumbles upon a sorcerer named Yuga turning a priest's daughter into a painting. Legend confronts Yuga but is unable to defeat him and is rescued by a mysterious man in a rabbit hood named Ravio. Legend soon learns that Yuga's goal is to use the Seven Sages, Fable among them, to revive Ganon and is collecting them by turning them into paintings. However, Legend is not quick enough to save the Sages and witnesses Fable being turned into a painting by Yuga. Yuga turns Legend into a painting too, but Legend is able to save himself using a magical bracelet gifted to him by Ravio. He finds himself in the land of Lorule, a dimension opposite Hyrule.

It turns out that Lorule destroyed its Triforce to try to prevent conflict, but as a result the land is now on the brink of ruin. Princess Hilda, Fable's Lorulean counterpart, has tasked Yuga with taking Hyrule's Triforce in order to save Lorule. Unfortunately for Hilda, Yuga has betrayed her and is attempting to take the Triforce for himself to revive Ganon, but he is defeated by Legend. Fable and the Sages are saved, and Ravio, who reveals himself to be Legend's Lorulean counterpart, helps Hilda see the error of her ways. Even though it means doom for Lorule, Hilda decides to send Fable and Legend home to Hyrule with their Triforce. Once the Triforce is back in its rightful place in the Sacred Realm, Fable and Legend wish upon it to restore Lorule's Triforce. Hilda and Ravio receive it, and Lorule is saved.

The Legend of Zelda: Tri Force Heroes (2015)

This game takes place in Hytopia, a kingdom where fashion is life. Unfortunately for them, their princess, Styla, has been cursed to wear an ugly jumpsuit by a witch named Lady Maud. While traveling through the kingdom of Hytopia, Legend finds a notice asking for heroes to assemble and is pressed into joining the Witch-Hunting Brigade in order to enter the Drablands and take down Lady Maud. Legend is joined by two other Links - the three of them depicted as red, green, and blue - on his adventure, during which he acquires many stylish outfits.

Linked Universe Commentary

In the Linked Universe canon, Legend is depicted as having a bit of a dichotomous nature: mature due to his adventuring experience but still childish due to his age and personality. Though often exuberant and playful, he can also be prickly and irritable at times. He does at one point admit that this because of what's happened to him during his adventures, and so many fans attribute his behavior to a fear of losing people which causes him to subconsciously push others away. One popular headcanon is that his irritableness is in part due to chronic pain accumulated through too much stress on his young body, but there's not really anything in the Zelda canon or LU canon to corroborate this.

With so much material to pull from, many aspects of Legend's character harken directly back to the events of his games. His pink bunny form comes from A Link to the Past, where his exposure to dark magic in the Dark World causes him to temporarily turn into, you guessed it, a pink rabbit-like creature. Early Linked Universe material also shows that he still lives with or is at least very close with Ravio from A Link Between Worlds. In Divine Dark Reflections part 7, he even opens up enough to talk about Marin from Link's Awakening, showing just how big of an impact that adventure had on him:

Having such an extensive background and a personality to match, it's no wonder that Legend holds a special place in the heart of many Linked Universe fans!

Do you know any additional information about Legend from his games that you think others might find interesting?

Do you have questions about Legend's past for other LU fans?

Feel free to add them by reblogging or replying - this resource is meant to grow!

Stay tuned for more Zelda Resources for Linked Universe Fans coming soon! Next up: Sky!

[punksalmons]

pls more werewolf thoughts i am begging

1. buck would feel pretty territorial after eddie arrives in the station and bobby has to tell eddie "oh he's new to this (welcoming someone into the pack, or being a part of one in general)" so eddie doesn't like. immediatly tap out lol. bobby keeps trying to do the equivalent of introducing two dogs together to show hey kid 🙂. see. he's a friend! but eventually things just work out on their own after the bomb extraction. and then they're like two bonded pets lol.

2. buck was transformed in an attack because he hasn't had a day of bodily autonomy in his life 🙃. he had to figure things out on his own, so later, when he starts on the fire academy and is offered a place in a station full of other werewolves he feels like a stranger in the nest since he doesn't know SHIT about being a werewolf. and everyone thinks he's a weirdo. but the power of friendship figures things out.

2. buck tries hiding it to maddie at first when he shows up on LA. he did NOT try to hide it to anyone during his 1.0 era tho, and used the ~allure~ of being a werewolf as a chick magnet. abby is the first time he actually felt kind of comfortable in his skin about that though. he goes even more "abandoned dog" when she leaves.

3. eddie tries to find balance between following some of his texas pack traditions with chris to feel a sense of family but also making his own. they're a pack of two :').

4. shannon was human and part of the frustration in the relationship was that eddie couldn't properly communicate with her a. what he felt as a werewolf b. what he needed as a werewolf, because she obviously didn't have the nose and hearing to suss out every tiny sign. that obviously made her feel very cut from him. eddie's whole I Need To Provide On My Own of course also didn't help.

5. hen, karen and denny kind of show an opposite of that, because the three of them learned a way to communicate anyway. ava was a werewolf and the first one hen really got close to (part of the reason karen always feels a bit threatened by her) but denny didn't get it from her. out of every parent, he ends up being plain old human -- like karen :)

6. gerrard was very cut-throat in running the station, but bobby has a softer touch. unconsciouly he runs the place like his father did his own (a more familial pack). even if he doesn't think he deserves to be part of it at first.

7. part of the reason he brings eddie in is to find buck a partner that is a. also a werewolf, b. in the same age range, c. more level-headed. bobby voice By god this kid doesn't know a thing. He needs a chaperone. of course, he unknowingly creates a years-long hr nightmare <3

8. chris just started shifting when he comes with eddie to la, and is the first werewolf puppy buck meets. he loves kids :)

[i-hate-marvel]

Nico and Will doodles from the past few weeks bc cringe is dead and the country is burning

Closeups and headcannon yapping below the fold

- Will has friendship bracelets with literally everyone in camp.

- He uses a hearing aid in one ear bc of noise-induced hearing loss from the Second Titanomachy (its a stupid cheap one bc he doesn’t want to force his mom to buy him one that would actually help (mentall illness))

- Nico gets a million piercings

- he uses a cane bc of hypermobility and an old knee injury (but mostly bc he thinks it makes him look mysterious (it does not, he looks like a redditor))

- Nico gets back into his nerd shit after a while and starts reading more. He likes sci fi, horror, anything weird and lore-heavy.

- Will gets his GED two years early since he’s homeschooled and gets into an NRU work study at the Berkeley Free Clinic (bc he’s literally a child soldier veteran twice-over and the Romans know he’s more than experienced.)

- they go on a break while Will’s at college and Nico gets therapy

- they move to New York City together while Will’s in residency and Nico gets his GED

- Will’s mom gets him a tattoo sleeve to celebrate his placement (its a blackwork collage of python and asclepius (he is now addicted to tattoos))

- Nico goes to NYU school of business so he can own a funeral home. (Hades pays the student loans, the guy literally has all the riches in the world, he’s fine.)

- Nico wants to start a non-profit for families who cant afford a burial for their loved one, and people who have no surviving family left to bury them.

- Will studies emergency medicine bc hes an adrenaline junkie with a white knight complex he still hasnt acknowledged yet

- Nico volunteers at shelters he stayed at while he was homeless (he sees Hestia there all the time)

- No one in the funeral industry takes Nico seriously bc of his appearance (self-insert) but he finds clientele eventually and starts his non-profit (convinced his father to completely fund the whole thing to prevent mortals clogging up the DOA waiting room)

- the friendship bracelets eventually all wear down but Will just ties them all together and turns them into an ugly keychain bc he physically cannot throw things away or leave them behind (trauma)

- they both have stomach ulcers due to stress but at least they’re happy i guess idk

[pettyeddiediaz]

the lafd has a new social media intern who has decided that the 118 is going to be the face of the account. chim is living his best life being the #1 funny guy, buck is painfully earnest and needs at least 16 takes to get one semi decent video, hen is judging (but is the star performer once they can actually talk her into it), ravi is going off script and pissing the intern off, and eddie is sitting in the corner looking at them all skeptically because why does the lafd need social media?? he already HATED running that twitter account, but at least traffic updates were useful! he gets paid to fight fires and help people, not slide on a slip and slide while giving fire safety tips. after the 5th time they tell him to take off his shirt, he is feeling grouchy. but then buck makes a joke about his eight pack... and eddie is only human so... he berudgingly takes off his shirt because, well... it's buck asking 😔

anyways, they go mega viral, and people are going crazy for eddie in the comments section. they keep begging to see the hot, shirtless firefighter with the mustache. and eddie is horrified because people are recognizing him now. three different people commented on his eight pack at the grocery store!! chris is mortified that his friends called his dad HOT (gross) and tells eddie he has to stop the videos. eddie has never been happier to give in to a chris request. 😌

buck quits the videos in solidarity, and hen didn't really want to do them in the first place. so chim and ravi continue on until an incident occurs that lands ravi in the hospital with a broken clavicle.... the chief eventually decides that the 133 would be a safer house to target for social media (a lot lower rate of hospital visits there.... for some reason....) chim is devastated because he had been working on new jokes for their next video, and hen and eddie go out for drinks after work to celebrate

[queersyourgender]

Could you possibly maybe do a multi blurb thing for the pitt characters seeing reader in a bikini or a revealing ish bathing suit after only seeing them in sweats and hoodies alot??? It can be whatever putt characters you want (possibly including mateo🤭😅)

Mini-Multi — Revealing Bathing Suit: Mateo Diaz, Jack Abbot, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, and Trinity Santos

Notes: Haha this was a cute one! I love me some "awooga" ass moments like these, it's so adorable. Thanks for sending this in, enjoy ^^!

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Mateo Diaz: You break him. He's so used to seeing you in those loose, oversized outfits of yours that you just simply break him. And don't get him wrong, he loves your usual clothes, thinks they're so cute and adorable and fitting, but once he gets a taste of what you really look like underneath? You've ruined him for everyone else. It's over. Send help.

Jack Abbot: He bought you the damn thing, but he hadn't actually expected you to wear it. The fact that you do not only shocks him dead in his tracks, but nearly gives him arrhythmia from how many several beats his heart skips looking at you. You're gorgeous, and he wants to steal you away so that nobody else gets to gawk at you the same way he currently is.

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch: He'd hyped himself up for this moment, knowing good and well how much it was going to affect him, and he still could never have been ready. The thing is that he employs the very same tactic as you, wearing oversized hoodies and sweats to hide himself, but he didn't think you'd be hiding a literal Greek sculpture underneath your clothes. It kind of makes him fret even more over following in your tracks, but you eventually manage to convince him that he has nothing to be ashamed of.

Trinity Santos: She's fucking hooting and hollering at the top of her lungs. There is no bigger hypewoman on this earth than Trinity Santos, and she needs you to know and understand on a fundamental level how absolutely fucking amazing you look. She's taking photoshoots, telling you to pose, pointing you out as her girlfriend to anyone who asks, and even those who don't. You're sexy, and she makes sure you know it.

[mochaintherain]

"Study"

doodles from the brainworms...it started when I thought of golden cheese in engineering #womeninstem and it spiraled into SDVN because of course it did

TEXT:

PV—pre med

public health major!

• roomies w/ Dark Cacao

• crush on White Lily (obvious) that he hides (fails)

• 3rd in his class overall

• in gardening club!

• has been nominated for ASB a gazillion times

• visually impaired

•uses a cane sometimes

TEXT:

PV, got a new "study buddy"!

uh...people don't hear much from him these days.

• DC says he's barely home?

• seems to avoid white lily? Changed his whole discussion section schedule?

• Doesn't show up to class, aces tests

Maybe the ills from my summer classes are showing but college AU in a cutthroat and prestigious uni

grade deflation / everyone is a tryhard / everyone is barely making it / grades are curved against everyone else's / It's just a very, very unhealthy environment. The college is also small enough for everyone to be ranked.

PV being one of the best in his class but struggling...perhaps a few lab break-in's with White Lily later...and he's landed himself a new friend to study with!!! There is no blackmail involved.

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CW: SUGGESTIVE ART UNDER CUT!!!! + UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC BRAINROT

BECAUSE OF SHADOW FUCKING MILK.

theyre fuckin in a twin XL sized bed because they're in a college town btw

i think PV would be beloved around the uni—I'd say that all the ancients are quite popular because they're remarkable in their fields, but since PV is so nice and friendly, he's like. the most.

As for how The . Situationship occurred, I think it'd be really interesting if it followed canon-esquely. WL (2nd in their class) is a science major (prob bio?) and despite not having a lab on campus, she sneaks into them anyway with PV. He follows along because of his feelings for her + he also is curious about more than his course materials. except on one unfortunate instance, they break into shamilks.

He finds out—maybe PV accidently loses one of his earrings or something. he's the smartest of them all (valedictorian) and has been watching the two for a while. It's not everyday that the top-scorer places second. WL outdid him in some chemistry class once, and SM has never lived it down.

in earnest, the only reason that happened was because he was so bored, he figured he could skip a few questions and still get the highest placement. his other classmates are morons, after all!!!

When he confronts PV, I'd figure he would use WL against him, saying how terrible it'd be to get them expelled, with such bright futures. PV is PV, he'd apologize profusely, almost begging him to keep a secret. If not for WL, he'd most likely accept his consequences. But he couldn't let his friend go through that, especially not when he was the reason they got caught!

wracked with guilt and some psychological maneuvering later, PV agrees to be Shamilk's study buddy (who absolutely does not need one). A call or text, and 30 minutes later, Vanilla is at his doorstep, without fail. No matter what time.

Ring the bell, and the dog will heed its tolls.

all of it was originally a ploy to see how desperate PV would be to keep up appearances,

but Shadow Milk finds his company fascinating.

PV does work hard to succeed, and with SM's help, he actually gets better and better scores (and eventually overtaking WL's GPA).

Unfortunately, SM's help is brutal. Effective, but brutal. Keeping PV in his apartment for days at a time to read and study, unconventional recall methods, maybe freaky operant conditioning.

And in a way, it's nice to have someone who can keep up with you. SM has his own friends, too, but they're not exactly knowledgeable in more than one thing. They can't keep up with him, but Pure Vanilla can. And when he can't, he's a quick learner.

PV is also weaker than him.

Shadow Milk has a frail body, and somehow, PV is even more so. The thing can't read unless the lights are turned up all the way, and can't walk for an extended period of time. just like him.

When one has a friend like Burning Spice, who is in peak physical condition, there's a certain satistifaction to be had in finding someone worse off than you.

And that someone is so, so touch-starved. It's reasonable, honestly. Going from some group of closely-knit friends to...Shadow Milk, will do that to a man.

Especially when touch is one such tool for teaching.

If PV does well, he may bestow upon him a squeeze on the shoulder. A tap on the cheek. A hug.

A kiss.

Neither of them quite remember what happened for the two to get in bed together.

But then, and even now, Shadow Milk withholds touch.

More specifically, Pure Vanilla isn't allowed to touch him back. Not even his fingers twitch, or when his arms flail for purchase.

It's a riveting game, because Shadow Milk knows the thing craves to reciprocate. Being desired and wanted...it's a nice feeling, isn't it? Being in control—it's exquisite.

But as smart as Shadow Milk is, he's so easily deceived.

When Pure Vanilla began asking for help on topics that he surely should have been well-versed in, Shadow Milk should have known better than to indulge him.

When he wore the clothes so generously made by SM...When the two began wearing matching earrings...When he agreed to wear that golden choker...

When Pure Vanilla began showing up at his apartment without the usual beck-and-call, he had attributed it to routine. Familiarity. Stimulus and Response.

Learned Behavior.

After all, the fool was so blatantly infatuated with that White Lily. How could he have known?

How could Shadow Milk have ever fathomed that the consuming obsession spiraling was a mutual curiosity?