#sorry if the writing isn't too great lol

[stressed-sock]

hi hello this is melra the keeper of secrets!!

giant eldritch librarian that used to be human - now runs an almost sentient library containing all lost knowledge

oh also i really wanted to get her story out so it's all under the cut ^-^

~*~

her village needed to sacrifice someone to be the next keeper of the library and being an orphan and outcast, she was inevitably chosen.

the village elders take her to what looks like the ruins of a temple and force a mask on to her face - she tries to resist but it's firmly latched to her face. then with a flash of blinding pain she starts to transform into the form shown above, and as she slowly stands up in her new form, several things hit her at once.

for one, most of her memories are gone - she looks down at the tiny specks that are the village elders and feels nothing. in the back of her mind she feels like she should've felt something like disgust or resentment. but she doesn't.

looking up once more, she raises her hand in an almost instinctive motion, and with a deep rumble, enormous walls near overflowing with books start to rise out of the ground. the elders, stunned, try to stumble away as fast as they can but are crushed by falling debris.

finally there's a moment of complete silence as even the birds fall quiet.

~*~

years turn into centuries as the new keeper tends to the library. when she's not busy, she takes to learning vast amounts of knowledge as she whiles away her years.

sometimes there's the occasional adventurer, alleviating her boredom and loneliness if only for a moment. of course, they never stay long, only searching for the knowledge she guarded.

later, she takes to sculpting stone figures, giving them life with enchanted gems so that they can help her with her duties and also keep her company.

however, one fateful day, a new adventurer strides in with an ugly arrogance marring his otherwise handsome face. he was a knight, if his shining armor had anything to say about it. his helmet was casually nestled in the crook of his arm, revealing his teal hair tied back in a messy bun.

the keeper greets him and he ignores her, merely demanding that she give him the knowledge he wanted. she pauses and tells him the rules as she always does: a secret for a secret - the knowledge must be traded for something equal in value.

the knight scoffs and draws his sword, a massive blade almost his height. he brandishes it saying that if she died there would be no one to stop him.

this one is different, the keeper belatedly realizes. and though she isn't quite a fortune teller, she can still see that his greed will be his downfall.

another thing she recognizes far too late is the knight's speed and skill. as her hands glow with magic to defend herself and her library, he's already leaping into the air, bringing his blade down with a resounding crack! as it embeds itself into her mask, large cracks forming at the site of impact.

the keeper staggers back, and the knight grins still holding onto his sword as she falls. a splatter of her golden ichor is streaked across the side of his face.

she collapses to the ground and doesn't feel much after that (though she hadn't felt much to begin with).

she doesn't know what happens to the knight - but she can at least find solace in the fact that he has lost any chance of getting what he sought. he would find each and every one of the countless books incomprehensible.

~*~

after who knows how long, the keeper wakes up and is met with darkness.

she realizes there is something on her face, and she reaches to get it - a mask apparently - off.

momentarily blinded by the sudden onslaught of light, she blinks, waiting for her eyes to adjust before realizing that she has eyes to blink with and a mouth to speak and all of the other normal features human faces have.

the mask sits innocently in her lap, and she sees the perfectly smooth surface interrupted by jagged cracks. a familiar gem is embedded in the largest, and she finally takes a good look at her surroundings.

the enormous library she's in looks familiar yet not. it feels like yesterday when she had been dragged here and yet there's a gaping hole in her mind where she knows memories should be. she is normal person size, she then belatedly realizes, and looking at how the ceiling seems to stretch infinitely upward, she feels incredibly small.

glancing around, she sees a gaggle of people having a lively discussion at the base of what she instinctively knows is her old desk.

to her right, there's someone with his back turned, rummaging through a bag. he turns and his eyes widen.

"you're awake!"

"i... guess i am," she replies.

the stranger pauses, then smiles.

"i'm elliot. what's your name?"

the keeper - no that's not her name, not anymore - looks down at the mask again, finger tracing the gem embedded in it.

"melra. my name is melra."

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I fucking HATE how the fandom treats m.ine. it's so bad 😭

[daz4i]

one thing they don't tell you about song writing is you WILL get hit with inspiration at 1 am and you WILL have to write down the whole thing before you forget and you WILL find a tune for it while typing and now you gotta actually finish it so you can record a draft so you don't forget it and- oh look it's 2:22 am

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Elastic Heart Ch 3 (Linked Universe story)

(@copper-dimes @ludoluck @artisticgamerer)

Summary: When Sky goes missing, the Chain scrambles to figure out where he is and what happened before it's too late.

(Click here to read on AO3)

Chapter 1

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Chapter 3: Ordon Village

The fire had mostly died down by the time the sun’s dawn light started pushing the darkness of night from the horizon. Time shifted uncomfortably, leaning against a dresser. Warriors watched him quietly, similarly unable to sleep. It was partly due to the fact that their day had been nearly cut in half by the time difference, but the situation itself certainly didn’t help.

The captain’s gaze drifted to his sleeping companions. His mind always did an automatic head count when he’d see them, a habit he had picked up from the war. When he settled on seven, his heart twisted anew.

Warriors had gone over multiple reasons why this had happened. Why Sky might have left. His mind immediately had screamed traitor and he’d quickly squished that old paranoia. Sky was the among the least likely to do something like that. Warriors knew this for certain because he’d made a list of possible threats from the other heroes the day he’d met them.

Old habits die hard, after all.

No, Sky wasn’t a traitor. He was young, though, and that led to foolishness. Warriors had already seen such recklessness play out in the other teenagers, but Sky had never demonstrated such behavior.

So if he wasn’t a fool and he wasn’t a traitor, then why the hell had he gone through a portal alone?! Why had he abandoned his post and left them vulnerable?!

One thing was for sure, Warriors was going to give him a stern talking to when they found him. Because they would find him. Sky was fine. He was fine. Warriors had contingency plans already building in case the young knight wasn’t, but he refused to really deliberate them for now. It was too early for that sort of thinking. This was a search and rescue operation, not a recovery operation.

Goddesses, just the mere thought—Warriors swallowed hard, images of fallen comrades appearing in his mind. He didn’t want to even imagine that for the kindhearted, soft little knight. He shook his head and looked back towards Time.

He found little comfort in the man’s worried expression and furrowed brow.

“Pretty sure I can physically feel your anxiety from over here,” the captain commented quietly.

“And I can already see you calculating the next move,” Time fired back, crossing his arms. “Perhaps we should collaborate instead of stew in our own thoughts.”

“Great, I’ll start: I get to be the first one to lecture Sky when we find him.”

Time blinked, and the seconds that he refused to react to the remark made Warriors squirm. Their leader was not an optimistic man, and it looked like he was already worried that lectures would be the least of their concerns when they stumbled onto their missing brother. But then he smiled, and said, “Very well. But I’ll be next.”

Warriors relaxed as Time took the bait. It was a delicate balance, understanding the reality of the situation while also being flippant about it. Taking heavy matters lightly was something soldiers excelled at, though, and the captain continued, “Perfect. You can build on mine.”

There was a pause, and then Time suddenly asked, “Do you think he was trying to leave us?”

The question was posed as evenly as possible, but there was the slightest hurt, the slightest worry giving it an edge. It held a vulnerability to it that Warriors wasn’t sure he’d seen in Time outside of when Twilight was dying.

The captain sighed. “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem like him to do that.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Time agreed, both in assurance to himself and in confusion.

“What we should focus on is how to find him,” Warriors said. “We’ll have to ask Rancher how long it might take to gather intel in town before we can head out.”

“Depends on who you ask.”

Warriors and Time both jumped, startled at hearing Twilight’s voice over them. He and Wild had curled up at the top of the tree house to sleep for the night, and he was now peeking over the edge of the balcony.

“You didn’t sleep either?” Warriors asked.

Twilight gave him a flat look. “Did you really expect me to when Sky’s missing and my home might have been in danger?”

“I suppose not.”

Twilight carefully climbed down to the main floor, stepping gingerly over his brothers and settling beside Time on the floor.

“We can talk to my guardians and the mayor,” Twilight said. “Rusl has connections across Hyrule, he’ll know what’s been going on in the kingdom. Mayor Bo might have some extra information as well, certainly more official stuff.”

Warriors smiled as Twilight’s accent peeked through when he mentioned his people’s names. “I can practically hear your country drawl trying to escape, farm boy.”

Twilight rolled his eyes. “Well, yah better get used to it because you’re gonna need a translator for the accents here.”

“Oh no, don’t make it thicker—”

“Why? Yah ‘fraid o’ what I might say that you won’t know? I reckon you’re gonna fit in as well as a sore thumb ‘round these parts, oh captain.” Twilight continued, smirking in delight.

Warriors groaned. Bloody miscreant.

An audible growl emitted from the corner as Legend sat up. “Could you not talk so loudly first thing in the morning?”

“You were so eager to get up early and get things moving,” Warriors fired back smoothly, smirking at the veteran.

Legend grumbled, bags evident under his eyes from a very clear lack of sleep. The captain would be surprised if anybody slept well, honestly. The only one who would be able to pass out so easily would be—

Warriors sighed, cheer draining out of him. “We’d better start waking everyone up, anyway. The sooner we can gather intel the sooner we can move out.”

“We’ll need to resupply while we’re here as well,” Time added as he rose to his feet.

Twilight nodded in agreement and moved to wake Wild while Time and Warriors went to the others. Legend, being the absolute morning person that he was, stayed huddled in his corner, face buried in his hands. The captain threw a curious glance in the veteran’s direction but didn’t bother him, knowing Legend was better left alone for the first few hours of the morning.

Breakfast was a rather somber affair. Wild cooked a quick meal, boiling enough eggs to last both breakfast and lunch, as well as frying some vegetables. Legend, Hyrule, and Four were all silent, Wind only spoke to ask what their next move would be, and Twilight spoke briefly about the village. Time looked to Warriors, who coordinated with Twilight to figure out how to best utilize their resources in an efficient manner.

After maybe ten minutes of scarfing down food, Twilight directed everyone to the spring outside of town to clean up. Then they broke into groups. The captain was going to talk to the mayor after Twilight introduced him briefly, and while he did so Twilight and Time would speak with the rancher’s guardians. Wild and Hyrule were tasked with gathering supplies, leaving Legend, Four, and Wind to assist or pack up supplies in anticipation.

Or, in Wind’s case, to explore the village. The sailor insisted on helping one of the other groups, but Warriors put his foot down. Too many people in any one group would only end up in stepping on each other’s feet, and given stress levels, he didn’t need tempers flaring up or money and time being wasted.

It didn’t take long for their group to attract attention. Most of the village as awake as the sun hugged the horizon, and the children rubbed sleepiness from their eyes as they gasped in wonder at the group of heroes.

“Link!” most of them shouted, making all the heroes turn to face the incoming horde. They were led by a blonde who was close to adolescence in age.

Twilight immediately crouched down to hug the blonde as the other children stopped short upon noticing scrutiny from his companions. “Hey, Colin.”

Colin held the ranch hand tightly. “I missed you. Are you okay? What’s happening? Do you know why the monsters are attacking more? Who are the people with you?”

Twilight laughed. “Slow down, Colin, I can’t answer everythin’ all at once.”

Warriors covered a laugh for a cough. It was endearing hearing his accent slip out in his hometown. And mildly terrifying at the prospect of trying to understand the mayor.

“Look, I need to talk to Mayor Bo,” Twilight explained, ruffling the kid’s hair reassuringly with a smile. “But then I’m gonna go to the house, okay? These are my friends—”

“Is that a training sword you got there?” Wind interrupted, peeking around Twilight. “Because I can teach you some pretty cool moves if you want! I go by Sailor because I’m from the seas, but I’m one of the best fighters in my area, so if you want to learn some cool moves, we should go train together!”

Warriors smiled proudly at the youngest member of their group. On the surface it looked like Wind was just easily distracted and immediately interrupted the conversation, but the captain knew that the sailor had read into the same nervous energy that he himself had. This Colin fellow was not likely to let go of Twilight anytime soon, which would slow their progress with his questions. Understandable from someone his age, but not a delay they needed or wanted. Wind was finding a purpose for the morning and helping the group.

Colin glanced nervously between Wind and Twilight, who gave him an encouraging pat on the back, saying, “He’s one of the best swordsmen I’ve ever met, and he’s a very good friend of mine. You can learn a lot from him, Colin! I promise I’ll come by to talk later.”

Colin hesitantly nodded. Wind eagerly grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him off towards the tree house, where Warriors knew there was a training mannequin already set up. The sailor was already babbling, attracting the curiosity of at least one of the other children, but the rest remained in place, shy and anxious.

“It’s okay, guys,” Twilight said gently as some of the adults of the village started to gather and murmur amongst themselves. “Like I said, they’re my friends. I’m gonna go talk to the mayor, okay?”

The kids shifted, stepping aside for the rancher to head towards the largest abode. Warriors followed him and choked back a laugh as some of them immediately started to interrogate the group. As he followed Twilight, he examined the village itself, looking at the adults in particular for any sign of threat. There weren’t many of them out, but they had a wariness to them, though the sight of Twilight seemed to set some of it at ease.

Twilight knocked on the door, which was quickly opened by a young woman who looked to be around his age. She gasped in delight. “Link! Oh, you’re okay, I’m so glad!”

Warriors took a subtle step away to give them a moment as she rammed into him with an excited hug, making him stumble a bit in place and laugh. He smiled knowingly when Twilight happened to catch his eye, and the captain wiggled his eyebrows. The rancher shot him a sour look in return and Warriors finally had to laugh.

So this was Ilia.

He couldn’t wait to tease his brother about her.

In the meantime, though, Twilight quickly made some introductions to the mayor, who was apparently Ilia’s father. The enormous man welcomed Warriors into his home, and Twilight quickly excused himself to go see his family.

XXX

In the interim while Twilight was gone, their party had split into different groups. Legend had finally decided to distract the children, trying to cheer them up with a joke. Of course, the joke seemed to fall flat, making Legend try again, waving his arms to emphasize his points, and though the children grew steadily more bemused by the spectacle, Time found himself chuckling at it.

Meanwhile, Hyrule was already exploring to find any shops, and Wild… well…

“For pity’s sake, don’t climb near the beehive!” Four shouted from the ground as the amnesiac knight was nearly hanging off a branch in an attempt to reach a beehive because apparently they needed more honey for cooking. Time eyed him nervously, but he knew this probably wasn’t Wild’s first time antagonizing a nest of bees and likely wouldn’t be his last.

He heard a heavy sigh behind him. “That didn’t take long for him.”

Turning, he saw Twilight watching Wild with exasperation. He put a hand on his descendant’s shoulder. “He’ll be alright. He’s just gathering supplies like he was asked to do.”

Twilight gave him a flat look.

“Come on,” Time prompted. “Let’s talk to this Rusl fellow.”

The ranch hand nodded, heading towards a different house, when he froze just before they reached the door.

“Hey, before we go in there,” Twilight suddenly said, making Time pause. “Uh, please don’t mention the whole me-almost-dying thing. They… they’re a bit… they worry. Stuff has happened in the past and they worry. So I’d rather they didn’t know.”

Time nodded. Far be it from him to decide what his descendant’s family should and shouldn’t know. He himself wouldn’t want to worry Malon if he’d almost died. “Very well.”

Goddesses. Malon. She was going to kill him if she found out about Twilight’s injury.

Twilight knocked on the door, interrupting Time’s train of thought. The door opened a moment later, revealing a man probably in his early forties with thick, tan skin, dark hair, a broad stubbled face, and a strong build. His fingers were calloused, Time immediately noticed, and also had a small speckling of little burns.

Just like Four.

A blacksmith and a swordsman, Time figured.

The man took in the sight before him and Time watched the emotions in his eyes, reading him fairly easily. Initially the man looked immensely surprised, excited, and relieved to see Twilight, but catching sight of Time made him stifle his reaction. Instead, he smiled warmly but cautiously. “Link, it’s so good to see you again. Who’s your friend?”

“It’s okay, Pa,” Twilight immediately said, and just like that Time watched the man in front of him, Rusl, unwind. “He’s family too.”

Time swallowed thickly, feeling unable to speak all of a sudden.

Rusl looked Time over for a moment and nodded. “My name is Rusl. It’s a pleasure to meet you. What relation are you to Link?”

“He’s uh…” Twilight trailed off. “You know what, I’ll explain how we’re related later. But he’s safe.”

Rusl eyed Twilight, raising an eyebrow and then brushing it aside, dragging the young man into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re alright, son.”

Twilight settled into the embrace, smiling and holding his guardian tightly, when the moment was interrupted by another voice. “Link? Link, is that you? Rusl, is Link home?”

Rusl laughed, releasing Twilight. “Yes, he’s here.”

A woman appeared next, face flushed with delight and a toddler perched on her hip. Twilight immediately dipped his head to get a kiss on the forehead from her.

He supposed this had to be Uli.

“Honey, I’m so glad you’re here!” Uli said happily, cupping Twilight’s face with her free hand. “Oh, we only have—I’ll get some more food ready for you—”

“It’s okay, Ma, I already ate,” Twilight interrupted her. “I wish we could catch up, but—we’re in a bit of a hurry. I need to talk to you guys about some threats in the area.”

“You mean the new monster attacks?” Rusl asked, growing serious. He held up an arm, which was bandaged. “I’ve met a few of them. They’re far more powerful than any bulbin I’ve ever encountered.”

“They came to Ordon Village?” Twilight asked breathlessly, growing pale.

Uli put a hand on his shoulder. “No, sweetheart. They were in Faron Woods, though, and out in Hyrule Field. Rusl just went to investigate and had a run-in. He’s okay.”

“Everyone’s okay now,” Rusl amended. “The monsters left yesterday.”

Time and Twilight exchanged a grim look.

“We can discuss this inside, though, come in!” Uli insisted. “The morning air has a chill to it, you’ll catch a cold.”

Twilight moaned at the woman’s fussing as Time smiled and accompanied him indoors.

The interior was small but homely. Time was offered a chair at the table while Uli finally released her tiny charge, who had started wiggling and reaching for Twilight the instant she’d laid eyes on him.

“Link! Link!” the toddler squealed in delight. Twilight quickly picked her up once she hit the ground running, twirling her around as she laughed.

“Hi Hana,” he greeted, kissing her nose and making her giggle. He carried her to the table to sit beside Time as Rusl and Uli took places across from them.

“Where you go?” Hana asked.

“I went on an adventure,” Twilight answered.

“Who he?”

“He’s… he’s the Hero of Time.”

Rusl and Uli snapped their attention to the rancher, eyes wide. “What?”

Time sighed. “He’s right. We’re all heroes of Hyrule, thrown together to fight a powerful foe.”

Though Uli watched Time, wide eyed, Rusl’s gaze immediately returned to Twilight, eyes questioning. Some silent dialogue occurred between the pair, Twilight shaking his head. Time didn’t comment on it.

“We’ve been dealing with monsters that are enhanced by dark magic,” Twilight explained. “The same kind that you probably ran into in the forest… are you sure you’re okay, Pa?”

Rusl waved a dismissive hand with a gentle smile. “I’m fine, Link, I promise. But… are you okay? Those monsters are like nothing I’ve seen before.”

Twilight shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I’m fine. Everyone in my group is an excellent fighter. We’ve been handling it.”

“That brings us to the issue at hand,” Time inserted quickly. He knew Twilight’s guardians needed time to process and he was sure his descendant wanted time to spend with family and friends, but one of their own was still missing. “We’ve been traveling between different lands, different time periods of Hyrule’s history, through magical gates. One just brought us here to your Hyrule, which means there are far more beasts to track than the ones you found in Faron Woods. One of our group went ahead and we’ve lost track of him. We’ve been searching for him for a day now.”

Twilight nodded, looking at Rusl. “Have you heard anything about someone fighting the monsters? Or if the beasts have taken someone prisoner? Maybe other monster attacks?”

Rusl took a deep breath, thinking about it for a moment. “To be honest, Link, I was about to write to you about the matter. It all did start suddenly, within the last couple days. I never saw what happened with the beasts near Faron Woods – I only knew that the next time I went on patrol they were all gone. I’ve gotten word from other members of the Resistance, though, and from Kakariko – Renado was saying there were attacks near the Goron mines. Auru mentioned movements to the west, possibly in or near Gerudo Desert.”

“How did they spread out so fast?” Twilight muttered, shaking his head. “But no mention of a Hylian swordsman?”

Rusl sighed. “I’m afraid not. I’ll write to the others so they can keep an eye out for him. What does he look like?”

“He carries the Master Sword,” Time immediately said. “And wears a white cape embroidered with the symbol of the royal family.”

“The Master Sword…?” Uli whispered. “The legendary blade that you used, Link?”

Twilight shrugged sheepishly. “Well, I did say we were all Heroes of Hyrule.”

There was a pause in the conversation, and then Hana started pulling Twilight’s tunic, interrogating him further. As he answered the child, Uli ushered the pair to the couch, leaving Rusl and Time at the table.

Rusl watched the Hero of Time carefully, a guarded sort of contemplativeness to his features. Time wondered if he knew Twilight was his successor and descendant. There was certainly something glinting in the Ordonian’s eyes.

“Are you the leader, then?” Rusl asked as Twilight and Uli played with Hana.

“Not officially,” Time answered, wondering where this conversation was going. They had a little time for Twilight to be with his family since the others likely were still obtaining supplies. “But yes.”

“I ask you to be honest, then,” Rusl said quietly. “Is Link okay?”

Time raised an eyebrow. “Is there something that would indicate he isn’t?”

Rusl huffed out a laugh, looking away. “He has a tendency to… well, never mind. I’m glad he’s able to help Hyrule in such a manner again. And I’m honored to have you in my home.” Looking back at Time, he said firmly, “And the Resistance will assist you in any way we can.”

Time nodded. He wasn’t sure what this ‘resistance’ was, but he trusted it was an organization that could be of some help to them. They’d already managed to obtain some sort of leads. The Goron mines and Gerudo desert.

Though if Time really thought about the geography, that led in two opposite directions. There was no way Sky could cover that much ground that quickly. Hopefully Twilight could track his scent, then, and narrow down the possibilities.

But that was only possible if there was still a scent to follow. The longer they waited here, the more it dissipated.

“I appreciate the help,” Time said, standing to end the conversation. Twilight started to shoot to his feet as well, but Time waved him off. “Stay with your family. I’ll check on the others. When we’re ready, I’ll come get you.”

XXX

Rusl watched the armored Hero leave his home, his mind buzzing with thoughts.

There were multiple Heroes of Hyrule converging to fight this new enemy? Just how strong was this person if it required legendary heroes across history? Would Link be alright? Was this Hero of Time the same one who mentored Link, and did the Hero know that? It seemed Link certainly did.

Rusl supposed there was no way of the Hero knowing consider he’d been dead when he’d taught his charge.

Sighing, Rusl looked to his left to see Link being coaxed into eating some biscuits and gravy that Uli had left over from breakfast. Hana was babbling excitedly while showing Link all her latest projects and toys. She then introduced him to her new baby doll, whose name varied depending on the day (today it was just Baby).

Link played along, asking what she liked to do with Baby, but his eyes were quickly starting to droop. He’d clearly not slept well, and the warm biscuits were settling him into an unscheduled nap. Uli and Rusl exchanged glances, and his wife guided Hana outside to play as Rusl walked over to Link, kneeling on the ground beside him.

“Link,” he said softly, nudging the young man.

Link jumped, startled. “Sorry. Guess I’m just a little tired. I’m okay, Pa.”

Rusl watched him carefully, but he didn’t comment. He’d let Uli do the fussing. He could respect Link’s efforts and his mission, even if it did still make him worry.

“I'm sorry that I can’t stay. We have to find Sky."

“Sky? Is that his name?”

Link laughed a little. “Well, his name is Link. All of them are named Link. We just go by nicknames so it doesn’t get confusing.”

“And his is Sky.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s yours?”

Link shrugged. “Rancher, mostly.”

“I suppose Wolf is a bit too on the nose?” Rusl questioned with a smile, ruffling the boy’s hair.

Link chuckled, leaning into Rusl a little and letting the older man wrap an arm around him. “Well, to be honest, they didn’t really know at first. At least not all of them.”

Rusl squeezed his ward a little. “I trust the way they found out was less traumatic than us.”

Link grimaced, which made Rusl worry. That couldn’t be a good sign. The young man leaned away, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it—it was.”

“Link—”

“Don’t worry, Pa, I’m okay,” Link immediately said with a strained smile. “Just tired and worried. Sky’s been missing for over a day now, and… well, you know how dangerous those monsters are.”

“I’ll send word to the others,” Rusl assured him. “Your mentor will be back when your party is ready to leave, so try to rest in the meantime, Link.”

Sighing, Link relented, pulling himself to the couch. “All right, if that means you’ll stop fussin’ over me.”

“Now, now, that’s your mother, not me,” Rusl chided as he tossed a blanket over his boy. Link huffed, unconvinced, but closed his eyes to settle nonetheless.

Rusl watched him for a while longer, waiting for his breathing to relax, and then he grabbed pen and paper and ink. He wrote quickly, explaining the situation, and started making arrangements to explore the area himself so he could gather more information. He’d have to pack for the trip and plan accordingly with the family – he likely would be a little behind Link and the other heroes. But he’d help as best he could.

Uli reentered alongside the Hero of Time about an hour later. His wife went straight to Link, rearranging the blanket a little and kissing him on the temple. The Hero looked at Rusl, who held his analytical gaze.

“Have you gathered all your supplies, then?” Rusl asked.

“Almost,” the Hero of Time answered. “It looks like a storm is coming into the area, so we might have to expedite or delay depending on the situation.”

Rusl hummed, feeling it in his old wounds as well. “A storm out in Hyrule Field is not a safe situation. It’s too exposed. I’d recommend keeping your party either to the village or Faron Woods.

The Hero sighed. “We really can’t afford any more delays. We’ll watch the storm and see what can be avoided. Our plan is to leave by midday.”

That would hopefully give the storm time to clear, but it didn’t give them much sunlight in this autumn period. “You’ll barely make it to Kakariko in that time.”

“On foot, yes,” the Hero answered. “We’ll make do. Thank you for your assistance, Rusl. If you could relay the message to Link, we’ll meet him at his house when we’re ready to leave.”

Rusl nodded in acknowledgement, and the Hero departed.

Uli sighed, her hands carding through Link’s hair. “He’s been gone for months and we get him for a few hours, just to find out the situation is far worse than we could have thought.”

“A Hero’s work is never done,” Rusl noted, though not without a little sadness to it. “We’ll help as best we can, dear.”

There was a pause, and then, “Where’s Hana?”

“Oh, she’s with Colin, they’re on their way back now.”

The door opened and Rusl turned expectantly, only to find Ilia in the doorway instead.

“Oh, Ilia dear,” Uli acknowledged with a smile. “I’m afraid Link’s asleep. But he’s going to be leaving soon, so it’s okay if you want to wake him up and talk.”

Ilia’s brow furrowed in worry, but her face softened at the sight of Link snoozing on the couch. She tiptoed towards him and poked his chest sharply. Link scrunched his nose in disapproval, his brow furrowing as he shifted and started to wake up. When he saw Ilia in front of him, he blinked blearily and smiled. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said softly in reply before poking him again, her expression growing serious. “Where’s Epona? Is she alright? Have you been taking good care of her?”

Link groaned, whining, “Is that seriously the first thing you have to ask? I swear, you must think I abuse her.”

“You work her so hard, Link!”

“She’s fine, Ilia, I take good care of her!”

Rusl and Uli chuckled and headed for the front door to retrieve Colin and Hana, giving the young pair some space.

XXX

Legend grumbled, rubbing his knees as his joints ached. The group was steadily making its way back to Twilight’s house to plan their next move, and it was clear a storm was coming in. Legend didn’t fancy being in a tree while a thunderstorm rolled into the area, but they still weren’t the highest point. Nevertheless, he didn’t feel all that comfortable.

Glancing at the door leading into the cellar like it was his only hope of escape, Legend started to rise and head that way when he saw Wind sitting at the top, staring out the window. The sailor had a tightness in his shoulders, and it drew the veteran to the ladder.

When he reached the top, he hesitated on the last rung. Wind was curled in a ball, his knees to his chest and tucked under his chin as he gazed out into the distance. The rain started to fall outside, a gentle pitter patter on the roof, and thunder rumbled in the distance, making Legend’s skin crawl.

“You okay?” Legend asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a dreary look on your face.”

The boy was just as expressive as—

Legend’s heart clenched, and he sighed, climbing all the way to the top.

Wind turned scared eyes to the veteran. “Do you think he’s okay? What if he’s out in the storm?”

Crawling over to sit beside the sailor, Legend rested his arms over his knees, gazing out the window. The sky had darkened considerably, and the rain was growing heavier. His heart grew heavier with it. It was midday – they were supposed to be leaving now, but Time wanted to see if they could wait out the storm. If an hour had passed and it was still going, they’d head into the woods and make camp at the edge of Hyrule Field until it cleared up. It was the best they could do with the circumstances, but he still didn’t like it.

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. “Sky’s a strong fighter, and despite his dopey face, he’s no fool. He’ll be okay, Sailor. And we will find him.”

If it weren’t for the storm, Legend would leave now to find his friend, his brother. He suddenly felt annoyed that they had spent the entire morning in Ordon. He knew they were gathering information and supplies, but that didn’t make the thought that Sky was out there alone while they acted normal any more bearable.

Images came unbidden to his mind. Sky bleeding and broken. Sky bound and in a cell. Sky scared and alone.

Legend bit his tongue and reached out to squeeze the sailor’s shoulder, and he glared out into the rain. “We’ll find him, Sailor. I promise.”

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The rain was freezing on his skin as thunder roared directly over him. Lightning streaked across the sky, temporarily bringing near broad daylight to the vast field. He crouched down a bit more, staying hidden from the pack of monsters ahead. Wild had taught him that the rain often would mask movement and allow for stealth, and he was taking advantage of it.

His right knee throbbed a little as he crouched, but he tried to ignore it. He had to win this fight.

Link was no fool. He knew he couldn’t take entire armies of black blooded monsters by himself. He knew it was pointless to try. He’d caught the tail end of the Shadow’s forces when he’d entered this Hyrule, wherever and whenever it was, and though he’d been quick to act, he still had burned through three of his five potions in just one fight. He’d had better luck in that one village because there were Gorons there to fight the few monsters that lingered.

His knee was still bothering him.

He had to be tactical about this. Learn from Warriors, learn from his time at the academy, learn from his observations.

He had to wait and listen.

Well, waiting and listening was certainly something he could do, and so wait he did. He figured if he eliminated the Shadow the rest would fall, but he’d yet to find the monster.

The hordes had spread across this Hyrule the instant they’d crossed through the gate. He had to do what he could to mitigate the damage, though his priority was still hunting down Demise.

Eliminating a pack of black blooded beasts was something he could handle. There were only six of them, and he’d come up with a plan.

Stashing his mogma mitts into his adventure pouch, Link pulled out a familiar little friend that had gotten him through a fair amount of situations in his journey. He equipped the beetle and fired it into the sky, letting the pouring rain and roaring thunder cover the little whirring of its wings.

He wasn’t sure how potent bombs would be in this weather, but he still had to try. The bomb flowers had never not been functional, even once when it had been drizzling back on the Surface.

Six monsters. Three bokoblins of strange features (likely from this Hyrule), a moblin, a staldra, and a white wolfos. He could handle this.

His faithful little beetle flew overhead, and as Link opened his palm in a command, the beetle reciprocated, dropping a bomb flower in the middle of the group. The explosion was milder than it should have been, but it still was enough to make the beasts scatter in varying directions. The moblin stumbled backwards the farthest, and Link took his opportunity to eliminate the largest opponent.

Scurrying out from behind the tree where he’d been hiding, he grabbed his whip and wrapped its tip around the moblin’s neck. With an enormous tug that nearly sent him flying backwards himself, he pulled the beast down, where it stumbled into a small trench he’d dug out earlier while laying his trap. The change in footing made the beast finally fall, exposing its neck to Link’s blade, and he pierced it quickly.

The moblin gurgled and snarled, its long arms trying to reach for him, making the Skyloftian jump back. Damn it, just die already!

Taking a leaf from Wild’s book, Link pulled out his bow and arrows and let loose two of them in succession into the beast’s throat and head. The moblin finally stilled, but Link had no time to register it as the wolfos charged, making him yelp and grab for his shield barely bashing the beast off in time.

The others were getting their footing too. Great.

Pulling out another bomb flower, he rolled it into the fray and the explosion was even more diminished by the massive streak of lightning that tore across the sky. It managed to push the staldra and one of the bokoblins away, though, so that was something.

Now if only this damn wolfos would stop—

Link pulled out his whip, but the blasted beast was too fast. He barely batted it away again, and then a bokoblin got within striking distance.

Despite the black blood, bokoblins still fell easier than other foes, and though it took far longer than it should have, Link gutted the monster, just in time to roll out of the way of another charge from the wolfos.

The staldra was within snapping distance too.

Gritting his teeth, Link reached for his last bomb flower. A smarter creature with more dexterity, like a lizalfos, would likely parry this attack, but a direct blow from a bomb should be able to at least stun the staldra until he could cut off its three heads in one fell swoop.

He just wished he didn’t have to burn through his supplies like this.

That regret was as much thought as he could spare as he rolled the last bomb flower. The white wolfos was back, and this time, it managed to knock him flat on his back. Link yelped, kicking with his feet and making contact with the beast’s stomach, sending it flying into the trench he’d dug out. He rolled and crawled to the edge, jabbing his sword into its head, hearing bone crunch beneath it.

Fire erupted up his back.

Yelling out, Link rolled, feeling mud and moisture seep into a wound just inflicted from one of the bokoblin’s blades. For one split second he was grateful he’d put his sailcloth away, and then he felt himself shudder as warm liquid dripped down his back.

He supposed some of the chainmail had been damaged, then.

Ignoring the bokoblin that had injured him, Link had the wherewithal to follow through with his earlier attack, rushing to the staldra as it tried to right itself and cutting off its three heads quickly. Then he turned and glared at his two remaining opponents.

And then felt his heart skip a beat when rustling and hissing emitted from somewhere to his right.

Link whirled and saw at least three more silhouettes in the darkness of the field, lightning illuminating them to be two lizalfos and another bokoblin.

Well, this meant two things.

The good news was that it meant the Shadow had to be nearby. Reinforcements wouldn’t appear out of nowhere, these monsters were organized for a reason.

The bad news was that Link was about to get his butt kicked if he didn’t think of something fast.

Saying a prayer, he raised his blade to the sky, feeling her hum with power. He swept out horizontally and watched in satisfaction as the skyward strike cut the original pair of bokoblins cleanly in half.

Unfortunately, it gave the lizalfos time to scurry into fighting range.

Link swore as he dodged a slash that would have taken his arm off. Swore again when his back screamed in protest.

One enhanced lizalfos was bad enough, but two—

Link took step after step in a near retreat as the two lizalfos pounded his defenses with their swords. He managed to shield bash one away, leaving it stumbling for a moment, but he was far too late to dodge the other one.

Its blade sank into his abdomen with a decisive lurch, impaling him to the tree he had been hiding behind earlier.

Link gasped, his body screaming, his mind ready to white out entirely. The lizalfos snarled, stepping forward slowly, its maw wide open as if it meant to bite off his head entirely, its breath hot and revolting.

With a scream, Link raised his sword in defiance, beheading the beast with all the energy he could muster.

The other lizalfos was getting ready to charge as the first one fell. The bokoblin was just as close. He had to act, he had to move.

With trembling hands, he gripped the sword that skewered him, nearly throwing up as he jerked it out, tears streaming down his face. The display caught the two monsters off guard for a moment, and Link felt his entire body scream and tremble and—

And tingle.

Looking up, he saw the darkness of the clouds around him. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His heart was ringing in his ears, he was sick to his stomach, and he was about to pass out.

But he knew that sensation.

Raising the Master Sword heavenward, he braced as lightning came crashing down.

His body felt like it was being shaken by Koloktos, his right knee at the brink of collapse, his mind too numb to register that he’d lost too much blood. Power emanated from his blade, glowing with such intensity that it almost blinded him. His arm stiffened as the familiar sensation of fire and energy tore through it, the majority of the lightning contained to the blade. The longer he held it, the more unstable it became, and he thrust his sword in a diagonal slash, watching it make contact with the two foes still standing.

Link didn’t even bother to see if they’d survived or not. The Master Sword fell out of his numb fingers, and he fell with it.

When nothing immediately killed him after that, he figured it had done the trick.

Gasping, he reached into his adventure pouch with trembling fingers. He ached for someone to call out to him, for Warriors to turn him over and start applying pressure to the wounds and barking orders, for Hyrule to arrive with his hands aglow, for Wild to offer one of his dozens of bottles full of potion, for Legend to nag and panic, for Twilight to fuss and reassure him and say everything would be fine, for Four to reassure Wind in the background as he fretted, for Time’s steady voice to ask for a status update and check in on him.

But no one was here. As they shouldn’t be. Because this was his fault.

And he’d be damned if he was going to die like this.

Fingers numbly curling around one of his two remaining bottles, Link popped the lid off and heard a familiar chime. A fairy flew into his line of sight, seeming to examine him, and he tried his best to prop himself up for it to see the damage.

Goddess his abdomen hurt. Link nearly begged the fairy to just hurry up when it started to twirl around him, and he felt the blessed relief of magic ease the unbearable pain into a dull ache. Drained, he collapsed as the fairy flew away.

Well… that could have gone better.

Link laid in a daze, his arm twitching, his belly aching, his back sore. He swore he blacked out at one point. He had no idea how long it had been. He was so damn tired.

But he was close. He had to be. The Shadow was starting to send reinforcements after him. That meant he had to be close.

Groaning, he slowly rolled onto his belly and pushed himself up to his knees. The rain, which had been ceaseless for what felt like hours by now, soaked him to the bone, making him shiver incessantly.

Don’t be late. Don’t screw this up.

Grabbing the Master Sword and digging her into the ground to help him stand, he muttered a quick apology to the blade for the disrespectful use and began to walk across the field.

Don’t be late. They’re counting on you. You have to fix this.

Anxiety filled him at the thought of falling behind, at the thought of anyone else getting hurt because of his mistakes, and he eventually started to increase his speed as he ran through the mud, his feet sinking into the ground as it fought his every step.

His muscles burned despite the cold. His lungs were screaming as he wheezed against the wind. He doubled over at one point, coughing and trying to catch his breath. The ground rumbled around him, the loose wet soil shifting, and he jumped, pulling out his blade as a stalfos appeared beside him, dragging itself out of the earth.

Link cut it down quickly, watching the bones tremble with cursed magic, though it seemed to be the usual sort rather than the Shadow. He shuddered for a moment, wondering who those bones belonged to, as he often had on his adventure. Was it just a magical creation entirely? Was it a fallen soldier who was cursed to fight and kill?

He froze all the way to his core. A fallen soldier who was cursed to fight and kill. Just like the others, the ones he used to call friends and brothers. Cursed to fight and kill, cursed to be hurt and dragged into wars because of his own mistake.

Cursed, cursed, cursed.

Shivering, Link sheathed his sword, took another two steps, and gasped as another stalfos came at him from behind. Though the first fell with a swing of his Master Sword, this one took several more slashes, and Link nearly collapsed from the effort. He was exhausted.

Thunder roared overhead, and the area was illuminated once more. In the brief flash of visibility, Link could make out a gate off in the distance at the edge of the field, and the silhouette of a monumental structure – a castle.

That had to be the capital, right? The others always spoke of Castle Town, and that was a castle. So that had to be it. They would no doubt have supplies that he could buy to prepare for his next hunt – he’d moved too quickly in the other village to really stop for anything.

He would find the Shadow. He would end this. And he would do so without letting anyone else get hurt. This was his fault, his responsibility. If this Shadow was an agent of Ganon, then Link would cut his way to the source and get it right this time.

Link doubled over, coughing and spitting out some phlegm. His body was so racked with tremors from the cold and exhaustion that he could barely walk. Holding his sword tightly in his hand, he stumbled in the direction of the castle.

Not much farther, he told himself, coughing again after a few steps. His chest felt like it was on fire. His right knee gave out and he stumbled, catching himself at the last second. Gritting his teeth, he continued ahead, however haltingly, and let his determination drive him.

He would succeed. He would defeat the Shadow and he would kill Demise once and for all.

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One Rainy Night, Colette x D.oc Sc.ratch

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My half of a trade for @wisp-herr, thank you for trading with me Wisp! Heck thank you for making this into a trade! I would've been happy writing this for you either way :D

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It was a quiet day… night? Well it was quiet in the Felt Manor, far too quiet for Doc Scratch, he would usually enjoy his peace and solitude but today for whatever reason was an exception. "Well, this is boring, I do hope Miss Colette will visit me soon, our interactions are always so exciting." Doc Scratch nodded, closing his paper to think more about his love. "With most people I can easily guess their every thought, move, and plan two steps ahead… Yet with her, I can never quite tell for certain what she will do next, it truly makes our interactions one of a kind…" Doc smiled internally, placing his head on his hand as he leaned over in his armchair "Not to mention how breathtakingly divine she looks, a real work of art captured in human form." His face turned slightly pink as he thought more about her, her brash attitude and kindness to others (as opposed to him) were truly captivating.As he began to open up his paper again he heard a knock on the door, 'Hm, the familiar shave and a haircut, well this should at least be entertaining…' he thought standing up to get the door.

The knock repeated itself making him sigh somewhat annoyed, turning the knob "Yes, yes, Sir, I know you're he–" Yet much to surprise instead of the big living pool table it was the girl he had just been thinking about, "Ah, Miss Colette I wasn't expecting you, you have quite a similar to English…" Scratch then moved aside to let her in, she was soaked as it had been raining outside the Felt Manor. She shivered and sat on his chair, he somewhat grumbled before grabbing her a blanket, multicoloured with many different numbers on it. "Oh, uh, thanks for the blanket Doc." She smiled somewhat, snuggling further into as he went off to make some tea. "Of course my dear, now what are you doing here?" He asked, sitting on the nearby lounge chair, turning to …face(?) her while knitting his hands together.

"Can't I just visit a friend without a reason, why were you busy today?" Colette's tone was brash but it did seem like she was still somewhat concerned that she may have indeed interrupted him while he was busy. "Not at all, it was rather boring before you showed up. I'm glad to have you here now however." Doc chuckled, flustering the girl and making her tsk before turning away slightly embarrassed. "Yeah well, you don't need to be too excited… Still I'm glad to be here." Her smile, now more pronounced as she took another sip of her tea and made her way to sit next to him. As she sat down she picked up the paper to look at it with the good doctor, on the front page was a story about the felt fighting the midnight gang. But truth be told, Scratch couldn't care less about what was in the paper, as long as he had Colette with him that was enough, and nothing else could be more engaging.

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ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: angst. angst. angst. swearing. like a lot of swearing. i cannot write crashes/contact for the life of me. argument. lando and reader are assholes in this. 

author's note: dont even ask me why i wrote this, i got inspired and needed it out of my system. lol. 

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''Retire the car. Too much damage. Sorry, Y/N.'' Marco informed her over the radio, sounding frustrated and apologetic over her already finished race. 

The driver took a deep breath before answering. ''Too bad, it was going well. Thanks, guys.'' 

Her race had in fact been going well. She'd made a great start going from P4 to P2, and had managed to keep up with the Red Bull of Max. They weren't even halfway in the race or Lando tried overtaking her, causing contact, causing her to run off in the gravel with too much trouble on the car to continue. 

In her opinion, it had been reckless. The McLaren driver knew exactly she would end up being forced off the track by the overtake, and that her race would most likely be over because of it. 

As she trudged back to the garage, helmet in hand, she could barely contain her frustration. The team greeted her with sympathetic looks, but she didn't stop to talk to anyone. She headed straight for her driver's room, needing a moment to cool off before she could face the media. 

Her hands trembled with anger as she peeled off her gloves, tossing them onto a nearby chair. The season hadn't been going how she had hoped or even expected it to go. Last year she had been the vice World Champion, the undisputed second-best driver on the grid, the only one to essentially have been able to challenge Max's dominance. Now, she got lucky to even end up in the top five of a race. Her team's design of the car hadn't been meeting the expectations the engineers had set, and upgrades weren't helping in the way they had hoped. 

That is why this race weekend had been a great boost for the team's morale and confidence. Qualifying had gone really well, and for a moment they were able to fight for the win even. But the papaya car of No. 4 had shoved their hopes down the drain. 

Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. She turned to see Marco standing there, looking concerned. ''You okay?'' 

''Have I ever been okay,'' she remarked, a sarcastic chuckle leaving her lips. ''I'm just pissed, that's all. I had high hopes for today.'' 

''We all did,'' he smiled sadly. ''The stewards reviewed the incident, but he, uh, didn't get a penalty.'' He said softly, almost as if he was afraid of her reaction.

The young woman let out a bitter laugh. ''Of course he didn't, why would he?'' Her hands covered her face, briefly wiping off the sweat that had formed. 

Marco took a step closer, his expression a mix of empathy and disappointment. ''You drove brilliantly out there. Everyone saw it. The team saw it. It's just... racing politics sometimes.'' 

She dropped her hands, meeting his eyes with a mixture of anger and resignation. ''It's always like that, though. It's always the same drivers suffering the consequences of others, and they don't get shit for it. It is fucking annoying.'' 

Her engineer nodded, understanding everything she was saying. ''I know, we all know. But we keep fighting. We keep pushing. This season isn't over yet.'' 

''Yeah, true.'' She sighed. 

Marco gave her a reassuring smile. ''We'll be ready for the next race. We're all in this together, okay? We're all behind you.'' 

She nodded, feeling a small measure of comfort in his words. ''Thanks, I appreciate it.'' They shared a quick embrace, before he left to join the team again. Meanwhile she got herself ready to go to the media pen. As much as she wanted to hide away, she knew it was part of the job. 

Since she had an early exit, there wasn't much activity inside the area, though there were a bunch of reporters waiting for her. 

''Y/N, tough race today. Can you tell us what happened from your perspective?'' The reporter asked after briefly greeting her. 

''Yeah, it was, uh, challenging, I guess,'' she plastered a smile on her face. ''We had a great start, moving up to P2 and keeping pace with Max. Then, yeah, the contact with Lando. The car had a bunch of damage, and we decided to just retire the car.'' 

''Do you think it was a fair move by him?'' He followed up. 

She paused, weighing her response. ''Racing is always intense, especially at this level. I don't think it was the right move to make, but the stewards saw it as a racing incident.�� I'll respect their decision, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating.'' 

''You and Lando are good friends, and have been racing against each other since your karting days. Will you talk to him afterwards or just forget about it?'' 

They had expected a question like this, so the media-trained answer came out very quickly. ''It was deemed a racing incident, so there is not much to say further about it.'' 

''How do you and your team plan to bounce back from this setback?'' The reporter for Sky Sports changed the topic. 

''We'll regroup and come back stronger,'' she answered, injecting as much determination into her voice as she could muster. ''This season has been tough, but my team and I are committed to pushing forward. We learn from every race, and today is no different.'' 

''That's great, thank you, Y/N.'' They wrapped up the interview, and she moved onto a new one. 

Once she had spoken to everyone she needed to speak to, she finally had a moment to herself. She knew the words she had just spoken were the right ones, but they did little to soothe the turmoil inside her. 

It didn't help that Lando managed to take the lead, and eventually get his first win. As she watched the remainder of the race from the sidelines, her emotions were all over the place. On the one hand, she was proud of her friend for finally making his dream come true. However, it had come at the expense of her race. She had pushed so hard this season, and to see her friend and rival celebrate his triumph while she stood there with nothing but frustration was almost unbearable. 

The cheers from the McLaren garage echoed in her ears. They celebrated wildly, the joy of his long-awaited victory palpable even from a distance. He was swarmed by his team as they shouted his name. 

The podium ceremony was even worse. As Lando stood on the top step, the British national anthem playing in the background, she couldn't help but replay the moment that had ended her race. She could see the excitement in his eyes, the genuine happiness that came with achieving a lifelong dream. But all she could think about was the contact, the gravel trap, and the wrecked potential of what could have been her race. 

Under any other circumstance, she would have been there for him. She would have run to the ceremony herself, just like he had done for her when she got her first win in F1 and made history as the first woman to do so. But it just stung too deep. 

''Lando, there was an incident with Y/N that resulted in her retiring from the race. Can you tell us what happened there?'' The Dutch reporter asked the race winner. 

Lando's expression shifted slightly, the euphoria dimming just a bit. ''Uh, yeah. I saw a gap and went for it. It was a tight move, and unfortunately, it led to some contact. But that's racing, you know.'' 

''Have you spoken to her yet?'' 

''Not yet,'' he admitted. ''But I don't think there is much to talk about.'' He chuckled, quickly glancing sideways, but his laugh seemed forced.

''She told Sky Sports that she didn't think you made the right move there.'' The journalist said, instigating a headline for them to be able to use. 

Lando frowned at his words, but recovered. ''Well, that's her opinion. It was just racing for me.'' 

''So you don't regret making the move?'' The reporter pressed on. 

The Brit took a deep breath before answering. ''I regret that it ended her race. But as a racer, you have to take chances. It's a fine line, you know.''

The older man in front of him nodded at his response, knowing they had gotten a glimpse of the tension that was present between the fan-favorite duo. ''Thank you, Lando. Congratulations again.'' 

''Thank you.'' 

With that, the interview wrapped up, and Lando moved onto the next reporter. As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, so why was everyone talking to him as if he had done something wrong? 

Y/N was struggling to unwind. The events of the day played over and over in her mind, each replay more frustrating than the last. She tried to distract herself by either watching some TikToks or TV, but nothing could drown out her thoughts. The texts from her friends, family and team certainly didn't help. It was a nice gesture, but she didn't want to think about the race anymore and the messages weren't helping. Finally, she decided to call it a night and climbed into bed, hoping sleep would offer some respite. 

Just as she was starting to drift off, another knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. It was unusual for someone to bother her this late, especially when she was winding down in her hotel room.

She frowned and got out of bed, opening the door to find Lando standing there, wearing his signature grin, acting nonchalant as ever. ''You wanna come celebrate with us? We rented a club.'' 

Y/N frowned at him, confused over his casual behavior. ''No.'' She scoffed, offended by the mere thought. 

It was now Lando's turn to frown at his friend. ''Why?'' 

She crossed her arms, incredulous at his obliviousness. ''Why? Are you taking the fucking piss out of me or something.'' 

His grin faltered slightly, but he tried to maintain his composure. ''If this is about the racing incident then you're being ridiculous.'' 

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her frustration boiling over. ''I am being ridiculous? You were ridiculous with that move you pulled!'' She retorted, raising her voice. ''You ran me off the track knowing how hard this season has fucking been for me. You know how much I needed a good result today and you ruined it for me!'' 

''Y/N, I get that you're upset, but it's racing. These things are bound to happen. I saw a gap and I went for it. The stewards didn't even penalize me, so clearly, it wasn't as bad as you're making it out to be.'' He was restraining from rolling his eyes, she could tell. 

She scoffed, shaking her head. ''Oh, so now you're agreeing with the stewards? Now that it is benefitting you? And there was no fucking gap, you were just being selfish. You knew what you were doing, and you didn't care how it would affect me.'' 

Lando's face hardened, his patience wearing thin. ''I didn't do it on purpose to screw you over, where the fuck are you getting that from? I saw an opportunity, and I took it. That's what we do out there. You know that better than anyone." 

''If that opportunity was ruining my fucking race, then yeah, you really took the opportunity, Norris.'' She rolled her eyes, voice tinged with sarcasm. 

He took a step closer, his frustration now matching hers. ''I'm sorry that you didn't get the result you wanted today, I really am. But I am not going to apologize for racing and doing my job, Y/N.'' 

She simply glared at him, disappointed in how he was acting towards her. They'd never really had an argument before, at least not one where they couldn't see each other's point. They'd been frustrated with each other before, but it was always in reason. 

''If anything, I should be angry with you- not the other way.'' Lando suddenly said. 

''Why's that?'' She sneered, almost in disbelief that he would have a valid reason. 

''Because you didn't even have the fucking guts to congratulate me,'' he snapped back, ''when you won Silverstone, I was literally one of the first people to hug you and congratulate you for your win. I stood next to your fucking parents, Y/N! And today you didn't even bother doing anything.'' 

Her mouth fell open, a mix of shock and anger flooding her veins. ''You are unbelievable… You ruined my fucking race, Lando! How am I supposed to stand there and cheer for you when you cost me everything today?'' 

He rolled his eyes while throwing up his hands. ''This isn't just about today. You're just jealous because my season has been going so much better than yours. You can't fucking stand that for one time I'm doing actually better than you.'' 

''Jealous… of you?'' The words came out like laughter, slightly hurting the McLaren driver's ego. ''You think I can't be happy for you because I'm not doing as well? That's so low, Lando.'' 

''Ever since the start of the season you've been so moody and distant, and now you can't even say or even fucking text me a congratulations for my first win. You're so pissed that I got a win before you this season, you can't even hide it.'' He shot back. 

''Oh, give me a break. Like you wouldn't act the same if you were getting all these shit results. Maybe I didn't congratulate you because I was too busy trying to scrape gravel out of my fucking tires.'' She remarked, throwing in the sarcastic comment. 

Lando looked unimpressed by her remark. ''You're just mad cause I'm outshining you. You can't fucking stand that I'm getting all the attention.'' 

''Outshining me? Are you hearing yourself?'' She mocked him, laughing bitterly. ''You get one win and you're acting like you're a fucking World Champion already. You've been riding Max's dick these last years hoping some of his success will rub off on you. Newsflash Norris, everyone is just fucking laughing at you.'' 

His face turned red, either embarrassment or anger. ''At least I'm not constantly whining about my car and blaming everyone else for my problems. Maybe if you spent more time focusing on your driving and less on complaining, you'd have more to celebrate.'' 

''You're a fucking spoiled brat who can't stand some competition. You think everything should be handed to you on a silver platter.'' She retorted. 

''And you're a fucking baby who throws a temper tantrum everytime you don't get what you want. It's time to fucking grow up, Y/N!'' He shouted, his voice rising with each word. 

She took a step closer to him. ''You should spend less time trying to prove yourself to people who don't give a shit about you, and more time trying to be a decent fucking human being. I'm ashamed to call you one of my best friends.'' 

That last sentence had clearly hit a nerve or several nerves. He shook his head, taking a few steps back. ''Fuck you, Y/N. Enjoy your pity party.'' Lando turned and walked away, joining his friends who were waiting in the lobby. 

She watched him go, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and heartbreak. She could feel the pulse of her racing heart, the adrenaline from their argument making her feel jittery and unsteady. 

A lump formed in her throat as she replayed the last few minutes in her mind. She cringed internally at the words she had fired at Lando, while also trying to ignore the sting from his own harsh words. She wondered how they would be able to come back from this. They had never been in a situation like this before, and she knew that she would never want to be in this situation again. 

The young woman knew that she had let her emotions get the best of her. She had always prided herself on being fair and understanding, but now she felt ashamed of herself. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another door opening. George peeked out, concern etched on his face. ''Y/N, you okay?'' 

She shook her head, not wanting to deal with anyone else. ''Mind your business, Russell.'' She retreated back into her room, not before slamming the door behind her. 

As she leaned against the closed door, the weight of the evening pressed down on her. The room felt too small, her emotions too big. She slid down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest, and let the tears she had been holding back finally fall.

Even when she finally got up, even when she tucked herself in again for the final time, and even when she tossed and turned the entire night, the same question lingered in her mind. 

Are they still friends? 

The question haunted her, gnawing at her thoughts every time she closed her eyes. She replayed the argument over and over, dissecting every word, every expression. The hurt in his eyes, the anger in his voice- it all felt so raw and irreversible. 

As the hours dragged on, sleep remained elusive. The darkness of the room mirrored the uncertainty in her heart. She knew they both needed time to cool off, to reflect, but the thought of facing Lando again filled her with dread.

The first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains, and she felt no more at ease than she had the night before. 

Are they still friends? 

story ideas are always welcome, but remember that it can take a while for me to get to it! :)

[ddejavvu]

hi mei, i was curious if you could write about reader hiding like their childhood stuffed animal or comfort item like a baby blanket from maybe hotch or peter parker the first time they come over cuz they r embarrassed

this is not age regression shit, just to justify LOL

this works with any peter (hopefully) - the first time my bf came into my room i hurled my decrepit old childhood teddy bear into a corner and when he left i grabbed him like i'm so sorry man i couldn't let him know about you and me.

It's a testament to Peter's natural curiosity that you've been sprawled out over your bed for twenty minutes and he hasn't taken the bait and kissed you yet. Instead he's walking around your room inspecting every nook and cranny, peering into picture frames and opening drawers to paw through their contents.

"Peter!" You laugh, watching him duck beneath your desk, "The only things under there are cords; what are you doing?"

"I'm just looking around!" He insists, "My aunt always tells me you can find a lot out about a person by the space they keep."

"Oh? What are you finding out about me?"

"You have terrible cable management," His nose wrinkles as he ducks out from beneath your desk, "But that's better than what May says about me. She says my room tells her that I'm a pig person with no standards for cleanliness."

"Ouch," You snicker, "May doesn't hold back, does she?"

"Never," Peter grins, and does a final lap around your room before finally succumbing to the call of your mattress. He flattens himself out beside you and sighs, "Your room is boring."

"Hey!" You jab him in the ribs, "What do you mean?"

"I mean it's so clean!" He groans, rubbing his side, "There's no- there's no personality here, there's no trash on the desk, there's no clothes on the ground, there's no comfort blanket on the bed."

"I don't have a comfort blanket," Your cheeks rouge, and Peter zeroes in on it with an eagle's eye.

"Yes you do," He accuses, leaning up on one hand to tower over you, "Where is it? Show me!"

"It's not a blanket!" You insist, but you've implicated yourself, "It's- it's a teddy bear, okay? And I put him away because he's... fragile."

"Mhm. Fragile." Peter nods, "I'll be careful. Show me."

"He's kind of hard to get to."

"Show me."

"He's- uh, he's falling apart, too, not pretty to look at."

"Show me."

"He needs to be washed."

"Show me."

"No!"

"Come on!" Peter groans, "I'm not gonna make fun of you! I've got a stuffed animal too."

Your glare is perhaps made less effective by the way that your cheeks are on fire. Peter isn't deterred in the slightest, and the second you grumble, 'He's under the bed,' Peter's swinging himself over the side and jamming a hand beneath it.

"Got him," Peter laughs, peering at the plushie that he's dragged from beneath the bed, "This is your special one?"

"Mhm," You nod, watching warily as Peter surveys him, "Like I said, he's- he's kind of worn out and he needs to be washed, and-"

"He's great." Peter smiles, tucking the bear to his chest as he gazes fondly up at you, disarming the nerves bundled tightly in your chest, "You can meet mine the next time you come to my place."

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝐊𝐑𝟕

summary , people seem to be under the impression that you and your good friend sebastian are dating but little do they know kimi is way more your type

pairing , rockstar! bassist! kimi räikkönen x fem! f1 driver! reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | sol’s masterlist | f1 masterlist

Y/NNIE

hey seb quick question

is kimi single?

SEBBY

yes he is

why do you ask

Y/NNIE

cuz he gives big dick enegery

and he is high key super hot

SEBBY

ew that's one of my best friends

Y/NNIE

sorry

but you know I cannot lie when it comes to fine men

also have you seen peoples twitter theories that we are together

SEBBY

yeah hannah and I were laughing at them earlier

some people are so dumb

Y/NNIE

ikr?

anyway kimi's number?

SEBBY

I better be best man when you two get married

xxx-xxx-xxx

Y/NNIE

I wouldn't have anybody else sebby

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yourinstagram look who I ran into kimimatiasraikkonen

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user wingman kimi>>>

user he def putting. agood word in for seb

user seb sent his man so Y/N would hear about how great he is

user mother lookin sexy af rn

user getting ready for the dating annoucment

user seb def got notifications on for Y/N's posts lol

user so we can alllll see seb in the likes right????

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SEB

soooo kimi

what's the deal with you and Y/N

KIMI

friends

dw dude I know you into her

so no need to get jealous

SEB

jealous???

dude I was trying to set you up

why do you think I gave her your number

KIMI

ummm cuz you wanted me to put in a good word for you

SEB

dude I'm married

her name is hannah

LEW

let me guess vegas wedding

SEB

yup

KIMI

okay but what if she is not into me

SEB

dude she's had the hots for you since say one what are you talking about

LEW

yeah dude even a blind man

she's super into you mate

KIMI

oh damn

JEN JEN

okay hate to break up this revelation

but kimi the love song that you wrote about Y/N

is all over twitter

KIMI

oh shit

BEAUTIFUL TRAIN WRECK

um kimi please tell me why I had to find out through twitter

that you are parental in love with me

is this true or????

KIMZILLA

yeah

BEAUTIFUL TRAIN WRECK

well I like you too

and fucking god you said yes or this would be so fucking awkward rn

KIMZILLA

right

wanna come over

also seb's asking when the wedding is

I was thinking summer

BEAUTIFUL TRAIN WRECK

we can talk plans after we fucked all night long

KIMZILLA

sounds like a plan rakkaani

sounds like a plan my love

kimimatiasraikkonen

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kimimatiasraikkonen every song I write from now on will only ever be about you

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user omfg this is so hot

yourinstagram my rockstar <3

user isn't that kimi's cross??????

sebastianvettle5 took you long enough dude

user wtf is going on in the house of commons

lewishamilton okay but what colour suit should I get for the wedding that's the real question

user this is so fucking iconic

jensonbutton there are childen on this app kimi....

user and you clown's were really saying Y/N and Seb huh

user live laugh love kimi and Y/N rn

user this ate in every language known to man

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[disneyprincemuke]

it was only a kiss * fem!driver

it's just a kiss. surely, it isn't that big of a deal, right?

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver

notes: LOL i'll write her race win and post it this week i swear!!

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

logan does not know when he started to go against his better judgment. it could have been the shots they were taking with dalton earlier in the evening, or perhaps it was when they locked themselves away in her room to eat the birthday pancakes she had gotten him.

maybe it’s a thing that just consumed him at the moment — the fireworks as the new year came and greeted them was an atmosphere he simply could not resist her in.

because he kissed her– no, he’s kissing her. right now. against all his rationalisation, without warning, without permission. without even thinking about it.

the last thing he remembers is her turning to him with a wide smile wishing him a happy new year and suddenly he was hunched over with their lips locked. everything seems to go slowly now like he was trying to savour the moment and remember the way she tastes for the rest of his life.

he didn’t know how long it took her back to start kissing him back, but she did, eventually. she put her hands on either side of his face and everything else just fell away. logan had never been the type to get so lost in a kiss before. his heart is skipping beats as he tries her damnest to pull her closer to him, as if their bodies are not already pressed up on one another.

suddenly all the things he’s spent the past 3 years worrying about didn’t matter. not one thought about how their friendship is too great to risk it for pops up currently, and definitely nothing about the neverending excuses about their jobs and their places in their lives now.

and it’s nothing less for her. when he bent down and crashed his lips onto hers, suddenly they were the only 2 people in the house. she barely heard the fireworks crack the sky apart or the way dalton looked up from the backyard to greet them, only to raise his eyebrows and giggle to himself as he went away to get more drinks.

nothing matters. just the fact that she and logan are finally kissing. after 9 years of friendship and 3 long years pining over him, this is their first kiss and the first time she’s getting to know his mouth.

it’s devastating — they should have been kissing the moment they realised they had feelings for one another, she thinks. her lips feel so at home against his like it was a match made in heaven.

it just feels so right.

logan doesn’t want to be the one to pull away. he’s been wanting to do this ever since he saw her snuggled in his bed 3 years ago and realised that he no longer saw her as a best friend. and neither does she; the feel of his lips against hers is not one that she wants to forget.

yet, the world is cruel that way.

they pull away at the same time, stumbling back with swollen lips and heaving chests. their eyes are wide, and she blinks rapidly as if she still can’t believe what had just happened.

how long were they kissing? he glances over the balcony and notices that the crowd once gathered for the fireworks has now dispersed into different areas of the backyard.

“i’m sorry,” logan says immediately, sensing the hesitation coming from her. he shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the intensity of the moment they’d just shared. “oh, god. i’m so sorry.”

“i,” she trails off, looking down at her hands. she’s yearned to have this feeling for years; she’s afraid that one sudden move might reveal that it’s just another dream and she’d wake up by herself in her bed. she looks up again with a soft sigh. “logan.”

she says his name and he feels all his defenses crumbling down in an instant. his name only ever sounds good when it rolls off her tongue.

“i don’t know what came over me,” logan starts to explain, still shaking his head. “i’m so so sorry. i didn’t–“

she shakes her head and takes a step forward, hands in the air in an attempt to calm him down. “logan. relax.” she takes another step forward with caution and grins very slightly as she takes his hand into hers. “do you wanna go get a drink first?”

truthfully, logan wants to kind of kiss her again. he’d waited this long, held himself back from the urge to want his best friend wholeheartedly only for him to realise that kissing her was just as dreamy as he imagined it would be.

he looks up from the ground when she squeezes his hand. she doesn’t say anything else, but there is something about the way she smiles up at him that compels his brain to quiet down for a minute. he nods and lets her pull him towards the door, he’s assuming to make an appearance at the party downstairs.

but oh, god, someone needs to tell him how to resist the urge to do the same thing again.

so they don’t talk about the kiss all night. instead of actually talking about it, they decided to join the party downstairs and drown themselves in alcohol until the sun rose. you know, doing the one thing they’re actually not foreign to.

even worse when she briefly remembered the way they’ve — at one point or another — said ‘i love you’ to one another while drunk off their minds at least once in the past 3 years.

and instead of talking about it after the party, stumbling back into her guest bedroom, they climbed under the covers and slept instead. next to one another. which wouldn’t be an issue since they’ve slept in the same bed multiple times, but this time was different.

it’s different because they’re tangled in one another with the blankets strewn over their bodies.

all logan can think of after he opens his eyes is how he’s finally where he's wanted to be after years of dancing around the thought of them. he looks down and is immediately enamoured by the way her arm is slung over his body, face nuzzled into the side of his body as her chest rises and falls steadily.

it feels surreal to finally get the girl he wants for a change. but he knows — and he knows that she knows — the reason they kept dancing around the possibility of them, and it’s still gnawing at him annoyingly from the back of his head. he’s tried to ignore it all night but it’s there.

all night, looking across the lawn as she interacted with his family, he found himself wishing things were different.

she moves very slightly, nuzzling her face further into him and stretches an arm out. for a moment, his heart drops at the thought that she would wake up. because that means that this would all be over and all rationalisation would hit her as well once more.

he doesn’t know though that she’d been awake for the better part of the past 15 minutes, frozen in her spot next to him, refusing to let it end. you never know for sure that you’re made for somebody until you fit perfectly along the crevices of their body every single time.

sure, they’ve hugged and shared beds before, but never this way. it’s an eye-opening experience to spend the night with someone innocently and suddenly realise that soulmates may actually exist in one form or another. it’s just upsetting that sometimes they come in the form of a best friend you’ve known for half your life, making it all the more damaging to keep thinking of them as somebody more.

but staying in this position any longer might cause logan to explode. she lifts her head slightly when she felt him rubbing her arm gently, met by a soft smile and she knew that the events of the night before would only bode disaster than anything else.

“you can’t keep avoiding me all day,” a voice follows him down the hall of the second floor of his home, “we’re in the same house for an entire week.”

logan doesn’t respond, just keeps walking further down the hall and down the stairs as if he hadn’t heard her pleas for the last minute.

they didn’t speak of anything either when they got out of bed. only excused themselves to freshen up for breakfast with his family before avoiding one another’s eyes and darting to different parts of the room: her to the toilet and him back to his bedroom.

“hey, what is your problem!” she shrieks. her footsteps echo down the stairs, grabbing logan’s shoulder to turn him around to face her. “you can’t just kiss me and then not say anything! what the fuck, logan!”

he looks up at her, standing two steps above him, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. he can’t possibly be the only one who can clearly see the implications of what transpired, right? “i don’t know what to say to you.”

she throws your head back slightly, blinking at him as she tries raking her brain for a response. what– what the fuck does that even mean? “what?”

logan huffs, lips pursed. “i want you,” he lays it down for her, shocked at the way that it had come out. frustration laces his every word as he speaks, simply because it’s… it’s frustrating to be this close to the person you want but can’t have. “it is as simple and as complicated as that. you know that, come on!”

“it doesn’t have to be.” he tilts his head, shaking his head before he turns around and walks the stairs again. she throws her arms into the air in frustration as she chases him again. “mate!”

“i told you,” logan huffs, turning around at the bottom of the stairs, “i’m sorry that i kissed you. i don’t know what came over me — i did it without thinking. i’ve wanted to kiss you for years, so i’m sorry i couldn’t hold myself back.”

“why are you apologising? did you hit your head and forget that i kissed you back?” she meets him at the bottom step and puts her hands on her hips. she closes her eyes and sucks in a breath, letting it out shakily as she says his name softly.

he shakes his head. “don’t even do that. that’s not fair.”

“don’t do what?”

“don’t do that shakey breath and then say my name whenever you don’t get what you want! this is different — this is not something as superficial as you not getting ice cream when you ask for it!” logan rambles, rolling his eyes. “it’s not the same!”

“then how do you suppose we should deal with this then?” she leans back on the railing of the stairs and raises an eyebrow. “you started the whole mess, i believe you should have an answer.”

“nothing can change. in fact, nothing’s gonna change,” he sighs, suddenly hoping that he can take his words back when she melts in her position and her frown grows. “not for me and you. you already know this, please, don’t be like that.”

she glares up at him, mirroring the frustration he’d been feeling all morning. simply for the fact that she knows logan is right. there are many reasons they pushed their feelings back but being in f1 together is the most prominent one.

“i know.” her voice barely comes out in a whisper, clenching her jaw as she looks away. it shouldn’t have to be this complicated, right?

love shouldn’t be this complicated.

“i just wish it was easier than this,” she admits, dropping her head as tears rush into her eyes. “i thought because we k–“

“me too.” he takes several steps forward, wrapping his arms around her. “but this is our reality. you didn’t work this hard to get where you are just for you to be reduced to the person you’re dating. we’ve had this conversation before 2 years ago.”

she freezes. as far as she’s concerned, he was blackout drunk that night they had the conversation. “you remember that?”

he hums. “‘course, i do.” he rests his chin on her head and starts to rub circles on her back. “i’m sorry it has to be this complicated.”

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[koolades-world]

can u do how the OM brothers would react to a mc who bottles up/masks their emotions? i tend to do this alot due to my autism. sorry for any English mistakes i might have made, it's not my first language.

hi!! yeah, sure thing!

your english is great!! it's better than some of my friend's, be proud of yourself :))

gosh I'm guilty of doing this too so this shouldn't be too hard for me to write lol

Mc who bottles up their emotions

Lucifer

he's guilty of this too honestly since he feels as if he has an image to uphold

he tries not to be too up front about it since he knows that's not really what he would want

takes you to the side at the end of the day and asks you how you're doing

he's there to be there for you, so you can let it all out if you want, and he won't judge or speak a word of it to others

Mammon

he will outright ask you if something is wrong

he can just kind of tell something is up and asks the first chance he gets alone with you

he knows it isn't healthy, and he only wants to help you

let him know how he can help, and if words fail, his arms are open <3

Levi

he handles the situation how he would want someone to treat him

you've never heard him speak so eloquently, yet everything he's saying makes sense

for a while, he keeps you close to him and goes everywhere with you

his actions speak louder than his words after the initial talk

Satan

brews a pot of chamomile tea, and brings you out to the garden to enjoy the nature while you chat

brings you through breathing exercises and helps keep you grounded

honestly great at helping you talk through everything

he lets you know great ways to let off steam, and that even if you didn't want to talk about it in the future, you could work it out by yourself

Asmo

he decides you need a day of self care after learning something might be wrong

that's when he talks to you about it

since you're relaxed, he thinks it might be easy for you guys to talk

don't worry, he'll continue to pamper you afterwards too

Beel

will give you all the hugs you could dream of <3

brings you his favorite snacks from his snack stash so you can eat while you talk

lets you know that even though he might not be a great talker, you can tell him anything and he will listen

he would drop anything just to help you

Belphie

youve never seen him more awake honestly

you never told him, he just kind of figured out somehow

he confronted you one day, and while it was very straightforward, you could tell he meant it

pulls you into his blanket cocoon and just holds you since he wants to let you know he cares

[anxiouseldergod]

An au set long, long ago in Twisted Wonderland..

Back when laws surrounding magic were more restrictive, when mages were seen as dangerous and untrustworthy. Long before any schools like Night Raven College ever existed.

Imagine being a witch, living deep in the woods, running an unknown little bookshop in the front of your house.

You've gotten many questions on why you would set up shop there, usually by the confused adventurer or slightly suspicious knight. You always answer the same. You like how quiet it is, book shops aren't supposed to be loud you know.

Yes, a cute little store nestled in the middle of a dark patch of forest. That's all. Or that's how it seems, anyway.

There's a door on the back wall, in a gap between two large shelves, overflowing with books, mostly on magic. (What? Magic is only illegal to perform, not read about.)

Several customers have gotten curious about this door before. It's normally locked, but the one time it wasn't, one managed to open it.

... Just for it to be a boring, dusty, storage closet. They should have expected that, really, what else would it be?

They close the door, walking away with their curiosity satisfied but still feeling disappointed.

They day goes by and eventually its closing time. You lock the entrance, keys jingling as you put them away.

You approach the door in the back, sighing in relief that your spell had worked. Though, it always does.

You open the door once more, the room behind has disappeared.

Instead of a dingy storage closet, the door leads into the back of your shop.

Yes, this area is your favorite. This is your magic shop.

It's much more spacious here than your little bookstore in the front. Large shelves line the walls, packed to the brim with shiny or glowing crystals, sparkling potions, ancient grimoires, and other various magical items and materials.

Due to the laws banning the practice of magic without official permission, which is impressively difficult to get, you have gone to great lengths to conceal this place.

Spells to hide it from prying eyes, spells to make the building appear smaller than it is from the outside, even more work to hide the magic energy within.

Setting up in the middle of the forest is yet another way to keep your secrets. A magical forest, to be precise.

The magic energy in this forest runs thick, making it the perfect places to gather most of your materials.

However, it also means there are a great number more monsters in this area, as they flock to the magical energy. Because of this, most of your customers are adventurers, this is good.

Most adventurers have broken their fair share of laws too, so if they were to think about ratting you out, they usually think again.

Though, sometimes, you get a customer who doesn't wear the same confused look as those passersby. Someone who knows exactly what they're here for, and it isn't anything in the front of your shop.

Whether pointed your way by your friends in the cities nearby, or having heard about you through other means, they all ask the same question;

"Is this The Moon's Alcove?"

You always when they say that. It's the name of your shop, your magic shop specifically. But it's also a secret code, one passed along through the underground network of magic users, like yourself.

You can't help but get excited, everytime someone says it you know you're getting a new customer. Yours are always so terribly interesting.

First piece of writing posted, yay! Sorry for any grammar errors, I tried to fix them all but it's late and I'm not confident I didn't miss any lol

My idea for this au is the customers are the twst boys! Feel free to send requests/musings/thoughts on what you think their roles could be or how their first meetings with the reader would go!!

I came up with this au idea a while ago and if I don't expand on it I might explode

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hi! It's me again :) btw can I be your -💀anon?

You don't have to put a tag or anything but it's just so when I send asks you know it's me (^-^)/

Btw loved the headcanons you made

Could you please do some but this time it's a bit silly like I have this plot in mind :

Skele walks on s/o cutting their hair but with kitchen scissors and then like making it better with a derma shaver (I saw a video on tiktok of someone doing that and it just was funny to me lol)

What would the skele do and think? It'd be funny if some if them are a bit confused since they don't have hair

Again no worries if you don't take the ask ! Have a good day/night and be safe :)

of course you can be 💀 <3

(imma just do the skelebros from the last req bc i love them)

(also the amount of times ive wanted to do the exact same thing)

UnderTale, UnderFell, and UnderSwap skelebros walk in on their s/o cutting their hair

UnderTale:

Sans:

-"whatcha doin', y/n?"

-you look at him through the mirror while you continue cutting your hair.

-"oh, nothing! just wanted a little bit of a change. by the way, could you make sure im getting it even in the back?"

-he does.

-other than that, he just... watches.

-not creepily, or whatever.

-he's kind of quiet the whole time.

-when you finish, you do a little twirl to show your haircut

-"good job, kiddo"

-goes to take a nap

-as long as you're happy, he's okay.

Papyrus:

-"human! what is it you are-" his jaw dropped.

-literally. it fell on the floor.

"ARE THOSE MY SCISSORS??"

-that was his biggest concern. was having to wash the scissors. he uses those to cook! he needs them clean!!

-he gives you the silent treatment after

-for about 20 minutes. what can he say? he missed you!

UnderFell:

Red:

-he was just walking by the bathroom and looked caught a glance of you, scissors in hand, hair in clumps on the floor.

-he thinks it's a fighting thing. to keep monsters from being able to pull it.

-kind of surprised when you said that no, you just thought it'd be fun.

-he's weirded out, kind of. he thought you liked your hair?

-but oh well. as long as he doesn't have to be the one cleaning up the bathroom.

Edge:

-he definitely has the strongest reaction of all of the skelebros.

-he LOVES your hair.

-when you said you just felt like cutting it, he STORMED out of the house.

-he went through extreme grief.

-he didn't tall to you much for the next week or so.

-least supportive, most dramatic. that's for sure.

UnderSwap:

Blue:

-he is SO excited.

-he thinks you'll look great!

-asks if he can help you

-wonders if you'll dye it, too? blue! it'a his favorite color, to go with his favorite human.

-the exact opposite of SOMEONE *cough cough* Edge

-he is the MOST supportive

Honey:

-"hey, y/n, have you seen- oh!"

-it's certainly a surprise, but a welcome one, indeed.

-hangs around in there, just watching what you're doing.

-how are you so good? have you done this before?

-he thinks you look pretty damn good, though

sorry some of these are short ;-;

also idk if you meant just trimming? like i started writing these thinking 'oh! anon meant like long hair and going short! great!' because that's where it is from my (long haired) perspective. if that isn't what you meant i'd be happy to rewrite them x

[moonsaver]

hi hi double yandere anon again -- thought i'd put this in a separate ask :] this is only if you wanna write it, but normal sunday with a yandere reader is giving me some great thoughts. like, reader flipping the script on him, usually so composed and with everything in control, and sunday has to deal with being entirely at their mercy. idk having usual character dynamics reversed is always fun to me, so! again tysm and have a great day!! :}

Hello anon! Since both of these inbox messagws are from you, hope you dont mind that i coupled them lol. Sorry it took so long for me to respond. Im glad to know you liked that piece!

Anyways, this is a very interesting dynamic in my opinion..

Sunday x yan!reader.....

Listen. You might actually be able to convince him to a degree. Lets be for real, this man is probably STARVED for some good loving. But like almost all hsr characters, he'd be unnerved by it at first. The most repulsive situation isn't the fact you're obsessed with him, but rather that he doesn't have control over this situation. You, somehow, do.

Sunday himself is a bit.. intense in my opinion. He's had his fair share of suitors, but most likely not many or any lovers at all. He's isolated to a degree, and doesn't feel like he's desperate for love.

But when yan!reader shows up, proclaims having oh so much love for sunday.. it turns the cogs in his head a bit.

Our dear yan actually has a good chance of winning Sunday over, depending on how you might present yourself inititally. It's like when you finally get a taste of something you didn't want, but realise you've needed almost your entire life.

He's reluctant, as.. minorly expected? But not for the reasons he should be. It's the control factor that's holding him back. His secondary concern is actually more logical – he doesn't know you. And it does unnerve him slightly when you give him the tip of the iceberg of how much you might know.

But, somehow, someway, if you manage to render Sunday unable to defend himself, or kidnap him, or strip him of his reliable abilities?

Boy he is freaking. Out.

He's speaking with a strained voice, his eyes almost blown wide open, his breathing is heavy, slow and shallow, as he desperately tries to stay calm, but every alarm in his head is about to burst from the signals at the loss of control. He's like a rabid dog that's shown a glass of water. Almost snarls at you. Hates hates hates this situation so much, and it's not too soon before he settles quietly with a glare, his mind working relentlessly to weave out of your trap.

But it's a strange pull. He protests and threatens you when you even try doing something – even if its harmless and he would allow you to outside of this situation. But then you wear him down, and you're so gentle with him. You kiss his face and hold him so close and warmly, you listen and even understand his ideals when he talks about them to gauge your personality. This feels as though it's the first time someone truly sees him – scary as it might be, to lay bare all your self, but the very fact you can love him so well makes him.. delirious.

Oh, but he still despises you (for the lack of a stronger word) because of the control aspect. However, instead of planning a heavy punishment for your crime of kidnapping him after he finds a way out.. he may form other methods of payback.

[coconutdays]

emotion

s. you get stuck in your crush/study buddy's room during a freak storm.

w.c. 1.8k

w. gn! reader (I thought a fem reader when writing this, but then I noticed that I didn't really make it gender coded! so I figured it was a plus it came out this way!) , suna! x reader , fluff! suggestive! bc there is some steamy kissing and of the making out

a/n: Earth spun a wheel between Rin, Osamu, and Atsumu for me to write for and it so conveniently picked Suna Rin

Ending up in the same room as your classmate/crush during a storm, at night, with no electricity had never been on your bingo card for the year. Yet, here you were, blinking back into reality seconds after the lights just went out.

"Shit" Suna sighs. You can hear him start to move, making out the shadow of his body standing up and moving towards his beside drawer.

"I have a candle in here." He mutters, the obvious rummaging being heard before it ceases after you somewhat see a cylindrical shape in his left hand. The smell of paraffin going up into flames accompanies the slight bit of light coming from the match he just lit, it fades away the moment he blows out the match after getting the candle to light.

It isn't much, the light coming from the medium sized candle, but it lets you fawn over his face, his entire being. It's a flattering light and it sets a mood you wish you could do something about.

"You think the Professor will cancel the test?" He shivers a little when he sits down across from you again, rubbing his hands together.

That's the reason you were here in the first place, to study for that damn test.

Suna had sat next to you at the beginning the semester after getting there at the last minute and the last open seat had been the one next to yours. Ever since then, you had exchanged small talk and numbers with each other. It happened frequently, befriending the people sitting next to you in class, some days it was a great help to ask each other if the other had done the homework, understood yesterday's lecture, or if they had notes because one of you couldn't go to class that day.

But you only got excited when Suna asked you for your version of the notes from the previous lecture. Everyone always complimented your penmanship, but the first time he got your notes for reference against his, he sent a text:

lol you write really pretty

You smiled to yourself at it when he sent it and could only send a thank you back.

He didn't really befriend anyone else in the class and neither did you because of it. You didn't have the chance to when any free time in the class where the professor hadn't started lecture yet was taken up by conversation he tried striking up with you. It automatically made you study buddies by the time this first test came around.

"Well if it looks like the rest of the campus, or at least half of us lost electricity too, then it might be a no brainer to save it for another time."

He lets out a puff of air as a sarcastic laugh at the situation, "It's like that shit you say. Being delulu is the--"

"Solulu." You finish for him, giggling.

He lets out a 'heh' and leans forward while hugging himself even tighter, "Sorry you got stuck here. The storm really came out of nowhere."

"I'm sorry I got stuck here." You counter, your body starting to shiver at the increasingly cold air filling up the room with harsh cold rain storming just a window away and no heater to protect against it. "I'm in your room after all."

"It's fine," He says, his eyes acting a bit more fox-like than usual as he stares you down before he adds, "Let me give you one of my hoodies, it's getting cold."

And before you can interject and say that won't be necessary, which it really won't--you don't need Suna's hoodie, you're fine freezing to death if it means you don't have to breathe in his intoxicating scent clinging to your skin--he's getting up and walking to his closet.

As quickly as he gets up, he's coming back and handing you a hoodie, the specifics of it like the color or design not something your eyes couldn't register at the moment.

"Thanks." You meep out, basking in the moment your head first slips through it and you feel the hoodie envelop you. You didn't know what was keeping you warm now, the actual material draped over your body or the fact that it was Suna's and he had worn it before, it was his.

When you look back at him and squint a little, you can tell he's wearing one of his own too. One he rarely wore--yes you noted how frequently he wore his hoodies, you couldn't help but make the observation.

"Well if we think tomorrow's test is gonna be cancelled..." Suna drags on, "We can play Mario Kart on my switch?"

You weren't one to frequently come across the opportunity to play on a switch, so you asked, "It can work without wifi?"

"Yea, " He nods, "it's the only I can think of to keep us occupied while we wait to see if the electricity comes back any time soon."

You can think of something else.

And so does he, but he won't tell you that either.

While he gets up to get his console from his desk, you nervously near his bed.

"Hey, Suna, can I play on your bed?"

A shiver runs up his spine and his eyes go wide as he's disconnecting any unnecessary wires from his switch. Time stands still for him and-

"Suna?"

"Yea!" He manages to blurt out like it's not big deal as he comes back to you with the console in hand. When he joins you in sitting on his bed, next to you, propping up the little screen across from both of you, he says, "And you can call me Rintaro. If you want."

You lean over a bit to look at him curiously, noticing a slight change in his demeanor, as if he had something else busying his mind. His eyes seemed caught up in a thought.

"Sure."

That small observation of yours became a thing of the past soon after you had finished playing two matches against him.

He had become your worst enemy.

"You do not let me catch a break!" You laugh and yell at the same time, shoving him with your shoulder.

"Just because you don't play it often, doesn't mean I have to go easy on you." He defends himself, smirking as he looks at you from the corner of his eye while he picks a new map to play on.

You toss your controller to his side of the bed to throw an over exaggerated fit.

"Well now I don't wanna play if I'm gonna keep getting bullied like this." You haughtily huff and cross your arms

Suna jokingly rolls his eyes and is about to ridicule you when you're both suddenly enveloped in darkness again.

The candle must've gone out.

And for some reason, the lack of light made for a lack of noise in the space between the both of you. The rumbles coming from the storm outside filled the void between the both of you and eventually closed the space between you two when a monstrous crack of thunder and lightning made you yelp and grab onto whatever was near.

The shock of the sudden noise had you breathing a bit quick and with your arms around Suna's torso, who instinctively put his arms around you too.

It was quiet, yet not at the same time.

The roaring storm outside was noisy enough,

but you and your study buddy weren't saying anything.

Your hands can feel how sturdy he is underneath the layers of his shirt and hoodie. He's big, an obvious fact considering he is tall and a volleyball player for the school, but it seems so much more prominent when your hand feels so small compared to his huge back.

His breath tickles your ear and you move your head back when you shiver because of it.

His face is now in front of yours because of it. And now you're both in a position to kiss. You can feel his body and mind contemplating it, by the way his head moves a little and how his breath starts to sound. You don't doubt that you're probably doing the same.

When you feel his hand squeeze around your hip, you give him a small peck on the lips. It took all of your courage and some of the intensity from the moment to do it.

You have no opportunity to berate yourself for doing it when he chases after your mouth immediately when you're about to pull away.

And now you're making out with...

"Suna." You sigh, feeling him manhandle you onto his lap

"Rin." He breathes quickly before he reaches for your mouth again.

You can't help the mewl you let out from savoring the moment like the repeated relief of taking off your shoes after a long day of walking.

"Rin." You repeat after him.

Rintaro, Rin, is breathing just as heavily against you as you are. He's going as far as you are, whatever you do, he does in return. When you swipe your tongue against his lips, he does the same, except you open your mouth to him when he does.

And now you're both kissing with tongue.

You moan particularly loud and he juts his hips up into you right before he pulls away from you, the look in his eyes something you so agonizingly wish you could see right now.

"I like you a lot." He confesses, moving his hands down to slither across your thighs and hold them there.

"I like you a lot too." You say back, gripping onto the hem of his hoodie.

"Yea?" Rin breathes against you, going back in to kiss you

"Mhm." You sigh in relief.

"Fuck, "He can't help but push up into you, "You're so fucking pretty."

"You think so?"

"Know so." He groans and heads towards your neck for an assault, holding you in place by the back of your neck. "I want you so bad."

You grind your hips against him, turned on by the confession, "I want you bad too."

BOOM!

And you get scared shitless by the bitchy thunder again, dragging you away from the intensity of your increasingly intense makeout session with Rintaro and into a breathless heap of laughter with him. He had fallen back onto the bed, dragging you down with him and into his arms, snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Does this mean I can finally follow you on Instagram?"

"Huh?" You're still dazed from the oxygen sucking of a makeout you just shared with him

"I found it a long time ago, but you never gave it to me so I didn't wanna seem like a stalker. You looked really pretty in your post last week though. I like pink on you."

"Stalker!"

[sunafc]

Just an act - 8, stray cat

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notes:

– kuroo got kinda sad when u reminded him it's all fake

– tendou loves to bake desserts for your dinners !

– kenma must have a cat in every smau i write yes

– also sorry this chapter isn't that great it's kind of a filler one

– there's a typo in the brewberry chats when they talk abt the kitty i meant for shoyo to say he made a little bed for the cat but i'm dumb so instead of bed i typed bad lol anyways i noticed too late and it's too much effort to fix it so i won't !

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[rzyraffek]

I have a little smut request, if you don't like or don't want to write I understand that's alright.

When slashers are take a shower then S/O suddenly get in

Bo please must have him, I love this man too much, and Vincent, Lester, Brahms, Thomas, or other slashers you want to write. (or you think I pick too much you can pick some, but please Bo must thank you so much❤️)

I just think this will be fun

Oh, btw, I very love your work so perfect so wonderful so amazing❤️❤️❤️

Yall really love Sinclair's😭😭 ALSO THANK YOU V MUCH IM GLAD YALL ENJOY MY BLOG!!!! Before you read that I need to remind yall that I DONT USUALLY WRITE NSFW STUFF SO DONT EXPECT ANYTHING GREAT HERE!! Request open

Nsfw, but nothing too detailed, they/them pronouns for s/o

Shower zegz with slashers

Bo Sinclair

Our guy will make sure that they will remember that shower for long time

Yknow when you just vibe in shower and you accidently touch cold wall with your back and get all cold and upset? Yeah if s/o has the same problem.. too bad he doenst care they are getting pinned to that wall in seconds anyways

He loves seeing their face, how they react to his actions and words, how their body moves because of him

Will comment A LOT, expect a lot of praising, some cruse words and alot of growls tbh

He marks them 100% one way or another. Bite marks, Hickeys ( alot of them), ect

Afterwards he gonna bring them a towel and make sure they can go to bedroom and rest there for a while. This guy isn't the best at aftercare but he isn't heartless!

Vincent

No bcs he will blush sososo hard😨😳

Like they have to make first move cuz this guy will just stand there awkwardly looking like he has stick up his ass

He gonna be so gentle with them💖 carefully grabbing their hips/hair and enjoying the view moment

Tbh he loves grabbing their hair and vice versa, if s/o is touchy he gonna be sosos blushy

Also afterward he gonna wash their hair probably🥰 making sure they at least get out of this shower clean lol

Brahms Heelshire

Nah bcs this guy will be the one to actually pull them into shower, like s/o was just vibing doing their skincare routine and this guy just grabbed them and yeeted them into shower

He gonna act like he just wants to spent time together🙄🙄 yeah totally

Pls make sure that s/o calls him good boi or he gonna bite them

Also ngl he probably looks sexy asf with wet hair

Incredibly affectionate, yall will be extremely close to each other for the whole thing. And expect him to wisper and growl into s/o year

Thomas Hewitt

This babi will be soso confused??? Like???? Oh you wanna shower together?? Yeah sure ig I don't mind???

Again s/o has to do first move cuz he won't even think about asking them about that type of stuff! Hes a gentleman he would neverr.. unless they ask him ofc

S/o gonna forgor how to walk for few hours at least

He just gonna pick them up and pin them to wall like s/o weights nothing (tbh it doesnt really matter how much they weight this guy picked up adult men and whooped other one at the same time without any struggle, really dont worry)

He cant really tell them how he feels so he just gonna gently pat them or nuzzle them.

He will feel bad afterwards when their legs shake or when they can't really walk 😓

Micheal Myers

Tbh the only reason he showed was bcs they promised him that he will get reward later. Fr this guy stinks

Sex with him is incredibly akward. He doenst make any noise nor shows any kind of affection? Maybe he gonna carry them to bed afterwards or bring them towel?? Like this guy never heard about aftercare, or care overall tbh

He will never show it but he loves when s/o gives him affection or tells him nice words, how good he is and how great his doing his job rn

Not my proudest one! I really suck at nsfw stuff sorry😓😓 also I had nightmare and there was Bo for some reason ?? But he had heavy cowboy-texas accent ??? Idk why. Anyways its 2am yall have great rest of day

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