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supersmashreaderz · 2 months ago

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Hi, I want to ask, can you write Starfox, fox McCloud X reader comforting like people sad or depressed ? Btw, I like kind stories when someone comforts people sad.

Star Fox Fans are you in the room??? 🦊 🔫

Star Fox x Reader

Fox McCloud x Reader

" You're not a Burden"

Reader is GN!

Summary: Fox comforts reader verbally disgracing themself after being kidnapped by Andross

The Great Fox hummed softly as it cruised through space, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside you. You sat quietly in the corner of the ship, arms wrapped around your knees, staring blankly at the wall. You had been rescued from Andross's clutches only a few hours ago, but the weight of it all still pressed down on you, heavy and suffocating.

Fox had been keeping an eye on you ever since you returned, noticing how distant and quiet you had become. Normally, you were bright, full of life, but now you were a shell of your usual self. He couldn’t stand to see you like this, but every time he tried to talk to you, you brushed him off, telling him you were “fine.”

He knew that wasn’t true. He could see the pain in your eyes, the way you were holding everything inside. You were hurting, and it was killing him to watch.

After several failed attempts to get through to you, Fox decided to give you some space, hoping you’d come to him when you were ready. But as the hours dragged on and you stayed locked in your silence, Fox couldn’t take it anymore. He had to try one more time.

He approached cautiously, sitting down next to you on the bench. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice gentle but concerned. “I know you said you’re fine, but... I can tell something’s bothering you. Please, talk to me. I want to help.”

You didn’t respond right away, biting your lip as you fought to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. Fox waited patiently, not pushing you, but not leaving either. The quiet between you was heavy, tense.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. The floodgates opened, and you broke down into sobs, your body shaking with the force of your emotions.

“I’m so ashamed of myself, Fox,” you choked out between sobs. “I let myself get captured... by Andross of all people. You... and everyone else had to risk your lives just to save me, and for what? I’m pathetic. Helpless. I’m just a dead weight to the team.”

Fox’s heart clenched painfully at your words, and he immediately moved closer, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, don’t say that,” he said firmly but softly, his voice full of concern. “You’re not any of those things.”

You shook your head, still crying. “But I am! I should’ve fought harder, done something... anything! Instead, I just let him capture me, and you all had to come to my rescue. I’m a burden.”

Fox frowned, his heart aching as he listened to your self-deprecating words. He hated that you were feeling this way, that you blamed yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. He couldn’t stand to see you in so much pain.

“You’re not a burden,” Fox insisted gently, but with determination. “You’re strong, and you’re capable. What happened wasn’t your fault. And no one—no one—on this team thinks you’re a burden.”

He reached out and tilted your chin up slightly, forcing you to look at him. His green eyes were soft but full of conviction. “You’re a part of this team, [Your Name]. We all care about you, and we’re glad you’re safe. Do you really think we’d risk our lives if we didn’t think you were worth it?”

You swallowed hard, tears still streaming down your face. “But... I’m still...”

Fox shook his head. “No. You’re not helpless or pathetic. You’re brave, you’re smart, and you’ve been through so much. And don’t forget that we chose to come after you. I chose to come after you, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I wouldn’t leave you behind. None of us would. We're a Team we never leave each other behind.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of his words starting to sink in. Fox moved closer, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, you know that?” he murmured softly, resting his chin on top of your head. “I don’t want to imagine a world or galaxy without you in it. And neither does the rest of the team.”

Still crying, you leaned into Fox’s embrace, your arms slowly wrapping around him as you let out all the emotions you had been holding inside. The pain, the guilt, the fear—it all came pouring out, but Fox was there, holding you tight, letting you know you weren’t alone.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered through your tears. “I just... I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“You’re not,” Fox whispered back, his voice steady and reassuring. “You never have been, and you never will be.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the comfort of the moment wash over you. Fox’s presence, his warmth, his words—they all slowly began to ease the pain in your heart.

When you finally pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes, you noticed that the rest of the Star Fox team had been watching from the side of the room. Falco gave you a small smirk and a nod of approval, while Peppy looked at you with fatherly concern. Slippy, always the more emotional one, had tears in his eyes, clearly touched by the moment.

Seeing them all there, watching and caring, made you realize just how much they all valued you—not just as a member of the team, but as a friend. You weren’t a burden to them. You were family.

Fox smiled gently, still holding you close. “See? We all care about you, [Your Name]. Don’t ever doubt that.”

You smiled weakly through your remaining tears and hugged him again, this time with gratitude and love. “Thank you, Fox,” you whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Fox tightened his hold on you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You’ll never have to find out,” he murmured back, his voice full of warmth and sincerity.

And with the team watching from a distance, you and Fox shared a quiet, tender moment, knowing that no matter what happened, you’d always have each other—and the rest of the Star Fox crew—by your side.

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evereinefaust · 8 months ago

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠࿐ྂ

Pairing: Kirby X afab!Reader X Various

Synopsis: Being an attendant to the Smash residence comes with many ups and downs. However, MC would never trade the memorable times she bonded with its lovable residents.

Word Count: 5,513

The loud round of applause echoed as a deep male voice spoke. A certain girl hummed, dusting off her clothes as she stood up from her comfy seat. Her eyes glossed over the wall clock in the common room, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Ah, it's already time."

This announcement was like her routine; whenever the match ended, she would head over to the exit of the stage, awaiting the fighters who just finished. However, she doesn't just do this for everyone, after all, she also has responsibilities to do in the household. The only time that she would go out of her way to finish her tasks early and receive the fighters after their match is when he is included...

"Too bad that I wasn't able to watch the match. But at least I could still greet and accompany them."

The woman elicited a small giggle, making her way toward the arena entryway where they would come out. The soft clank of her low-heeled flats brought about a warm ambiance noise in the halls, and as she was nearing the mahogany double door, it creaked open.

Her (e/c) eyes widened in anticipation, her legs speeding up to greet the gang. "Hey, everyone!"

At her call, the four fighters whipped their attention toward her. Although surprised, they were still expecting her to come, and it made them really happy that a smile bloomed on their faces. But for a certain fluffball, he instead immediately ran towards her and jumped into her arms as soon as he got there.

"Whoah, there, Kācchan!" (Y/n) chuckled as she caught the 3-foot pink ball in her arms.

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby as he blinked cutely and smiled at her. This earned a squeal from the girl as she lightly squeezed his large body.

"I see that you're still favoring Kirby," Zelda commented as she walked over to the two. Her blue eyes scanned the pink fluff ball getting comfy in (Y/n)'s arms before focusing her attention on the woman. "I'm kinda envious."

"You never do this to just anyone, after all," Shulk added, a frown sporting his lips. "It kinda sucks that the lil' guy is always on your mind."

An apologetic smile emerged on her lips as she adjusted Kirby in her hold. In a moment, her hand glossed over the fighter's body as an iridescent light glowed from her palm. Within seconds, Kirby's body shrunk to its original size. The other fighters were in awe at her display of ability.

"I'm sorry, you guys. I didn't mean to ignore you," (Y/n) started, tucking the now small Kirby in her arms as the fluff ball enjoyed being in her hold. She gave them a sweet smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling. "Anyway, great job on your match. Although I wasn't able to watch the fight, I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves."

"Aw~ Thanks, (Y/n). Hopefully, you'll be able to watch our matches more frequently," Zelda simpered, a small blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Hopefully," she nodded.

"Well, I'm hungry," the blonde boy said. "I'll be going on now. See you later, (Y/n)!"

"See you, Shulk," she waved him goodbye.

"See you around as well," Zelda winked at the girl as she followed after Shulk.

"Bye~"

Her gaze lingers on for a while, watching as the two fighters rounded the corner. After they were out of the hallway, she turned her attention to the quiet fighter who had been with them since earlier. Joker stared at her, a smirk plastered on his face though he didn't speak even a word.

"So, what are your plans after this, Ren?"

The ravenette shrugged, though the playful smile didn't leave his face. "Hm. Maybe I could follow you around? I haven't been spending time with you ever since I came here, after all."

"Sly flirting isn't getting you anywhere with me, Ren," she playfully rolled her eyes. Turning on her heels, she walked a few steps before tilting her head back to look at him. The corner of her lips tugged upwards as her eyes twinkled. "But either way, you're always welcome to accompany me."

"I'll take up your offer then," Joker chuckled to himself, trailing behind the (h/c)-tressed woman with Kirby in her arms.

As they walked together down the corridor, (Y/n) and Joker engaged in easy conversation, sharing stories and laughter. The presence of the small pink puffball, Kirby, added a sense of light-heartedness to their interactions. Joker was known for his enigmatic persona, but around (Y/n), he seemed more relaxed, revealing glimpses of his true self.

They strolled through the halls of the mansion, exchanging anecdotes about their experiences and getting to know each other better. The atmosphere was comfortable and easy as if they had been friends for a long time. Kirby occasionally chimed in with his adorable noises, as if he were part of the conversation.

As they turned a corner, they found themselves in a quieter section of the building, settling beside the wall. The large row of windows offered a view of the setting sun casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. (Y/n) leaned against the windowsill, gazing outside, lost in thought.

Joker observed her quietly for a moment before speaking, his voice soft. "You seem lost in your own world."

(Y/n) turned her attention back to him, a wistful smile on her lips. "Just reminiscing, I suppose. Sometimes I find solace in the simple moments, like watching the sunset after an eventful day."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I can relate. Life can be so chaotic, especially with what we do. It's important to find those moments of tranquility."

"Poyo!" Kirby let out a contented squeak, snuggling closer to (Y/n) as if agreeing with their sentiment. The three of them shared a silent connection, appreciating the peaceful interlude.

"Hey, Ren," (Y/n) began, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Behind that charismatic mask of yours, what's the real you like?"

Joker's smirk softened into a thoughtful expression. He leaned against the windowsill beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "The real me... I suppose I'm someone who's learned to adapt and improvise. Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges, and I've become quite skilled at navigating through them."

"Sounds like you've had an interesting journey," she remarked, intrigued.

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it. And what about you, (Y/n)? What's the story behind the person I see before me?"

(Y/n) glanced at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of warmth and vulnerability. "I'm someone who believes in the power of connections. Whether it's with people or the world around me, I find beauty in those moments that bring us closer together."

Joker studied her, his gaze intensifying. "You have a way of making people feel seen and valued."

A faint blush graced her cheeks, but she met his gaze with a steady look. "I think we all have that power within us. It's just a matter of recognizing it."

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the hall. Joker and (Y/n) continued to share their thoughts and dreams, their words flowing effortlessly. The bond between them deepened, forged through genuine conversation and mutual understanding.

As the last rays of sunlight faded, (Y/n) turned to Joker with a grin. "Well, Ren, I should probably head back soon. But I'm glad we had this time to talk."

He nodded, a rare softness in his eyes. "Likewise. Let's do this again sometime."

With a final exchange of smiles, they parted ways for the moment, Kirby still nestled comfortably in (Y/n)'s arms. The echoes of their laughter lingered in the hallway, a testament to the unexpected connections that could blossom in the moment.

In the cozy kitchen of the Smash Mansion, (Y/n) was busy gathering ingredients, and preparing to make a special dessert. Since today is one of the rare days she could relax and treat a certain pink fluffball to her homemade dessert, the (h/c)-tressed woman decided to do just that.

"He's cute even if he's this quiet."

A smile appeared on her lips, gazing fondly at the 3-inch Kirby waddling around the kitchen counter. His blue orbs blinked a couple of times before he flopped down and rocked on his back. Usually, when he's in the kitchen, Kirby would be running around trying to eat anything he sets his eyes on, edible or not.

But (Y/n) wasn't complaining to see how well-behaved the fluffball is right now. Focusing back on her task, the woman started pouring ingredients into a bowl, making the batter first.

She had planned to make strawberry shortcake — one of her signature desserts that Kirby likes a lot. Then, she might make a couple of other cakes and pastries to treat the residents of Smash Mansion.

(Y/n) hummed to herself, an upbeat and gentle tune resonating around the spacious kitchen, bringing a bit of life into her baking session. As the kitchen counter was filled with various raw ingredients waiting to be assembled and baked, a certain pink puffball couldn't help but be entranced by the available food in front of him.

Still in his 3-inch form, Kirby sneaked around the counter, away from (Y/n)'s gaze. His determined oceanic hues were fixated on the bowl of batter in front of him. With a quiet hop, he hung from the edge of the bowl. Immediately, his eyes sparkled at the delicious batter inside.

"Uh-uh—Kācchan," the small fluffball flinched in surprise at her sudden voice, almost falling into the bowl of batter if it wasn't for her fast reaction to catch him by his feet. Now that he was hanging upside down, (Y/n) lifted him up at face level, frowning at him. "No, Kācchan, you can't eat it yet. It's not ready."

"Poyo..." Kirby's face deflated, pouting.

The woman gently set Kirby down on the counter once more, gently rubbing his head in a comforting manner. Although upset that he couldn't just eat anything while she was still working on the dessert, the puffball was more than happy to receive such gestures from his favorite person in the whole world.

"Osha, suki!" he chirped, literal sparkles in his blue orbs.

(Y/n) chuckled at his cuteness and blushed at his honest words. "Thank you, Kācchan. I like you too. Now, wait patiently until I finish your cake, alright?"

Kirby nodded. Smiling at him one last time, the (h/c)-haired woman hurriedly finished her work. He sat there, watching (Y/n) work diligently, his eyes following every move. Although he promised not to eat raw ingredients, he couldn't stop his stomach from growling in anticipation or his mouth watering from the temptations surrounding him.

And that's why (Y/n) had to search for the 3-inch Kirby on the kitchen counter every minute just to make sure that he was not inside a bowl or box of flour for the umpteenth time.

"What am I going to do with you?"

She sighed, setting the flour-covered pink puffball down once more. Once on the marble, Kirby let out an achoo, effectively removing the powder of white from his body, revealing his natural color once more.

"I promise it won't take too long," she said, hoping to pacify the sulking fluffball.

As (Y/n) continued to work her magic in the kitchen, the sweet aroma of baking filled the air, making Kirby's eyes sparkle with anticipation. He couldn't resist the scent, and soon he was perched on the woman's shoulder, his round body quivering with excitement.

"Almost ready, Kācchan," (Y/n) cooed, her hands deftly assembling the layers of the strawberry shortcake. The vibrant red strawberries glistened with a glossy glaze, and the fluffy whipped cream promised a delightful contrast.

A short while later, the strawberry shortcake was finally complete, and (Y/n) carefully sliced a piece for Kirby, placing it on a small plate.

"Poyo!" chirped Kirby, his gaze fixed on the dessert in front of him.

(Y/n]) glanced at Kirby on her shoulder, smiling. "Kācchan, do you want to eat it in your current form or do you want me to make you big?"

Kirby thought for a moment, his tiny pink hand on his round chin. After a minute, he shook his head. "Ie!"

"Alright, Kācchan, dig in."

Kirby wasted no time. With a determined "Poyo!" he leaped forward and dove face-first into the cake, devouring a generous mouthful of strawberries and cream. The (h/c)-tressed woman watched him with a warm smile, enjoying the sight of Kirby's joy.

"Maybe I'll go and make some pies while he's eating..."

Whilst the pink fluffball was busying himself devouring the shortcake made for him. (Y/n) proceeded to prepare more delicious treats for the residents of the Smash Mansion. As Kirby continued to enjoy his strawberry shortcake, (Y/n) worked with a sense of purpose, her hands moving skillfully to create a variety of desserts.

She carefully rolled out pie dough, filled it with sweet fruit fillings, and expertly crimped the edges. The sound of her humming filled the room, harmonizing with the quiet munching sounds coming from Kirby. Soon, the aroma of freshly baked pies and pastries wafted through the air, making the kitchen a haven of delectable scents.

It didn't take long for one of Smash's residents to be drawn by the delicious aroma of (Y/n)'s cooking. A certain blonde Hylian walked in the direction of the kitchen, away from his initial path when he smelled delicious food. Curiously popping his head in, he saw the plethora of pastries on the counter with a (h/c)-haired woman working on it.

"Hm?" pausing her work, (Y/n) whipped her head at the door and saw Link staring at the mountain of desserts on display. She chuckled, pausing her work. "Oh, hello, Link."

Snapping out of his daze at her voice, the blonde hero met her welcoming gaze. The corner of her eyes crinkled, (e/c) hues shining brightly amidst the plain kitchen background. Soon, the man found himself smiling, grunting, and nodding in her direction as a greeting.

"I'm pretty sure Link's also starving."

Chuckling to herself, she ushered the man inside. "Link, can you help me make more desserts for the rest of the fighters? Having more hands on deck would be delightful. Don't worry, you can also try out the treats we made after we finish."

She didn't have to convince Link any further as the thought of food after this was enough to get him to agree. So, with a happy nod, the blonde sauntered over to the woman and awaited her instructions.

As (Y/n) and Link worked side by side in the kitchen, they formed a surprisingly efficient team. (Y/n) demonstrated her baking prowess, guiding Link through the process of making various pastries and desserts. His initial clumsiness gradually gave way to confidence as he followed her instructions, and he even managed to impress her with his quick learning.

Meanwhile, Kirby had finished his strawberry shortcake and was now perched on the kitchen counter, observing the two of them with curiosity. His round eyes moved from (Y/n) to Link and back as if silently approving of their collaboration.

"Phew! There! I think these are enough for everyone," the woman wiped the sweat off her face, proudly looking at the desserts she and Link managed to make in a short span of time.

She glanced at the blonde man beside her, and although he was silently staring at the number of desserts on the kitchen counter, the way he occasionally licked his lips, gulped down his saliva, or tapped his foot indicated that he was trying hard to contain his urge.

(Y/n)'s eyes softened. "You can go ahead and pick any desserts you want to eat, Link."

The man turned to her, eagerness reflected in his cerulean orbs. "...Is it fine?"

"Wow... Since Link rarely speaks, I forgot what his voice sounded like."

Giggling to rid herself of the blush that bloomed on her face, she simpered at the Hylian. "Of course, we made these together. Eating your creation is a delightful reward for a job well done."

Adhering to her words, Link grunted with a nod. Without hesitations, he picked up a clean plate and a pastry knife, cutting pieces of his favorites and putting them on his plate. Then he sat down comfortably on a counter stool, happily munching on the delectable treat they made.

(Y/n) glanced a final time at Link, before focusing on her task — cleaning the kitchen counter, placing the dirty utensils in the sink, and putting away the ingredients they used. After all of those were done, she scanned the area for a certain fluffball.

"Ufufu~ There you are~"

Gently scooping up the 3-inch Kirby in between the plates of pies, she smiled at his sleeping form. Kirby had apparently eaten his fill and was now in a food-induced slumber, his round body rising and falling with each tiny breath. (Y/n) couldn't help but find him utterly adorable in this peaceful state. She carefully cradled the sleeping puffball in her arms, making sure not to wake him as she moved around the kitchen.

"How's it, Link?" she asked, sliding onto the stool beside the blonde Hylian.

"Mhm," he hummed, mouth still full of food. Then, he glanced at the girl beside him, cerulean eyes sparkling and pink dusted his cheeks. "Delicious..."

"You're a messy eater, Link," she chuckled, reaching over to gently clean his face with a napkin.

Link smiled back, blushing a bit at her gesture. "Well, it's worth it for such a tasty cake."

(Y/n) continued to watch Link eat, her heart warm with the joy of making her friends happy. It was moments like these that made the Smash Mansion feel like a true home for everyone, big and small.

The afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over the sprawling mansion's garden, as (Y/n) meticulously arranged the tea set on a small table beneath the blooming sakura tree. She glanced at her beloved Kirby, who was comfortably nestled in her arms, his round pink form a stark contrast to the delicate pink blossoms above.

Moments later, she heard footsteps approaching, and a gentle smile graced her lips as Byleth appeared, dressed in his familiar professor's attire.

"Ah, he's finally here."

(Y/n) gestured towards the empty chair across from her. "Byleth, please, have a seat. It's a lovely day for tea in the garden."

Byleth nodded and sat down, his emerald eyes taking in the serene surroundings. "Thank you for inviting me, (Y/n). The garden is beautiful."

The (h/c)-haired woman poured fragrant tea from a delicate porcelain teapot into two cups. "I thought it would be nice to spend some time together and share stories since you're new here. You've seen and experienced so much as a professor and warrior."

Byleth accepted the cup of tea with a grateful nod, his gaze momentarily drifting to Kirby, who was eyeing the tea with curiosity. "Indeed, life at the Officer's Academy was filled with both challenges and joys. It's been quite an adventure."

She gently stroked Kirby's soft, pink head. "And what about you, Byleth? How did you come to be the professor of such an esteemed academy?"

Byleth took a sip of tea, the warm liquid soothing his throat. "It all began when I was entrusted with the responsibility of leading the students of the Black Eagles house. It was a unique opportunity, and I wanted to help guide and protect them."

The woman's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I've heard tales of your incredible combat skills as well. Is it true that you possess the power of the Crests?"

Byleth nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, I bear the Crest of Flames. It grants me exceptional combat abilities, but it also carries a heavy burden. I've had to confront many challenges, both on and off the battlefield."

Kirby made a small noise, drawing their attention. Byleth chuckled softly and reached out to gently pat the little puffball's head. "And who's this adorable companion of yours?"

"I see that he hadn't encountered Kirby during his stay, huh?"

She smiled affectionately. "This is Kirby, my faithful friend and confidant. He's always by my side, bringing a touch of whimsy to my life as an attendant for everyone."

"I see."

As they continued to sip tea and share stories, the two friends found common ground in their experiences. (Y/n) was enthralled by Byleth's tales of battles fought, students mentored, and the bonds forged at the Officer's Academy. Byleth, in turn, was captivated by the woman's adventures managing the Smash Mansion prior to his arrival.

Under the sakura tree's gentle shade, amidst the delicate petals falling like confetti, their tea time in the garden became a cherished memory—a moment of tranquility and connection between two souls from different worlds, brought together by friendship and shared experiences.

As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the garden, (Y/n) and Byleth finally concluded their tea time. They exchanged grateful smiles, both appreciating the opportunity to connect with someone who understood the unique challenges they faced in their respective roles.

"I must say, (Y/n), this has been a delightful and peaceful interlude," Byleth remarked, his usually stoic expression softening. "I'm grateful for your hospitality."

(Y/n) nodded, her (e/c) eyes sparkling with warmth. "Likewise, Byleth. It's been wonderful getting to know you better. You have a depth of character that's truly admirable."

Kirby, who had been contentedly watching the exchange, let out a cheerful "Poyo!" as if to express his agreement.

Byleth chuckled, a rare sound that warmed (Y/n)'s heart. "Thank you, both of you. I look forward to more moments like these."

As they rose from their seats, (Y/n) gently cradled Kirby in her arms. The sakura petals continued to fall around them, creating a picturesque scene that felt almost magical.

"Feel free to join us for tea in the garden anytime, Byleth," she offered, her smile genuine.

Byleth nodded, his gratitude evident. "I'll be sure to take you up on that offer. Until then, may our paths cross again soon."

With those parting words, Byleth made his way back towards the mansion, leaving (Y/n) and Kirby to bask in the tranquil beauty of the garden. They watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a serene twilight over the world.

"I wonder if the others can take care of themselves without me... I'll go in after a few more minutes."

As the first stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The Smash Mansion was filled with unique individuals from different worlds, each with their own stories and challenges. And it was in moments like these, where connections were forged and bonds deepened, that made the mansion truly felt like a home for everyone who resided within its walls.

With Kirby snuggled in her arms, (Y/n) leaned back against the Sakura tree, gazing up at the stars. She knew that more adventures, challenges, and heartwarming moments awaited her in the days to come. But for now, she cherished the peace and friendship that surrounded her, grateful for the extraordinary life she led in this world.

The night was clear and calm as (Y/n) and Cloud made their way to the roof of the Smash Mansion. Kirby, as always, was perched on her shoulder, his round form a comforting presence. The stars above twinkled brightly, painting a canvas of sparkling wonders.

"Isn't it beautiful up here?" (Y/n) whispered, her (e/c) eyes reflecting the celestial beauty above.

Cloud nodded, his usually stoic expression softened by the starlight. "Yeah, it's a rare moment of tranquility. I've spent a lot of my life under these same stars, on countless different worlds."

(Y/n) settled down on a comfortable spot, sitting cross-legged with Kirby nestled in her lap. "Tell me about it, Cloud. I'd love to hear your stories."

Cloud hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the stars. "Well, I've traveled across different dimensions, battled powerful foes, and faced my own demons. But there's something about looking up at the night sky that makes it all feel...smaller, somehow. It reminds me that there's a vast universe out there, and we're just a small part of it."

(Y/n) listened intently, captivated by his words. "It's amazing how the stars can make us feel both insignificant and connected at the same time."

Cloud nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Exactly. No matter where we come from, we all share the same sky."

As they continued to gaze at the stars, (Y/n) couldn't help but point out constellations from this world. "Look, there's Orion, the Hunter," she said, tracing the outline with her finger. "And there's the Big Dipper."

Cloud followed her lead, his gaze tracing the constellations. "I never thought I'd see these constellations in person. It's...different."

"Hai~" Kirby, perched on (Y/n)'s lap, let out a happy squeak, as if he, too, appreciated the beauty of the night sky.

Cloud chuckled at Kirby's enthusiasm. "Looks like Kirby agrees."

(Y/n) smiled, her heart warmed by the simple joy of stargazing with her friends. "You know, Cloud, even in the vastness of the universe, we've found a connection here, under these stars."

Cloud turned to her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Yeah, we have."

With Kirby by their side, (Y/n) and Cloud continued to share stories, pointing out constellations and marveling at the wonders of the night sky. As the hours passed, the bond between them deepened, forged under the celestial canopy that stretched above them.

Under the stars, they found a sense of unity and peace, a reminder that even in a world of warriors and challenges, there were moments of serenity and connection that made it all worthwhile.

"I hope they would enjoy this..."

The sun was shining brightly in the mansion's courtyard as (Y/n) meticulously set up a charming picnic spread. A checkered blanket was spread out on the lush green grass, and a basket filled with delicious treats sat at its center. (Y/n) had prepared a delightful array of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and an assortment of pastries. It was the perfect setting for a relaxing picnic with her friends.

As she put the finishing touches on the picnic table, she couldn't help but smile, excited to surprise Pit and Kirby with this little treat. The courtyard was a peaceful haven, and she knew it would be the ideal place for some quality time together.

Just as she placed a vase of wildflowers in the center of the table, she heard the familiar sound of flapping wings approaching. Pit descended gracefully, his angelic wings folding behind him as he touched down on the grass.

"Hey, (Y/n)! What's all this?" Pit exclaimed, his azure eyes wide with curiosity.

(Y/n) turned to face him, her smile growing even brighter. "Surprise, Pit! I thought it would be nice to have a picnic together. I've prepared some of your favorite snacks."

Pit's face lit up with excitement, and he eagerly approached the picnic table, inspecting the spread. "Wow, this looks amazing! I can't wait to dig in."

Before he could take a seat, (Y/n) gently held out her hand, stopping him. "Not just yet, Pit. There's one more guest I'm waiting for."

Just then, a playful chirp filled the air, and Kirby floated down from the sky, landing with a soft bounce. He fluttered over to (Y/n), his eyes fixated on the food with a mischievous glint.

"Poyo!" Kirby exclaimed, clearly eager to start eating.

(Y/n) chuckled, patting Kirby's pink head gently. "Hold on, Kirby. Let's wait for Pit, alright?"

"Hai~" Kirby nodded, though his eyes never left the food.

As they waited for Pit to join them, (Y/n) decided to start the conversation. "So, how was your match earlier, Pit?"

Pit's face lit up as he settled onto the blanket. "Oh, it was great! Kirby and I had an intense battle, and there were so many funny moments."

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped as if confirming Pit's statement.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Funny moments? Tell me more."

Pit launched into a series of animated stories about the match, detailing the comical mishaps and unexpected twists that occurred. Kirby, perched on the edge of the picnic table, seemed to react to the stories, chirping in agreement or disagreement at various points.

The tales ranged from Kirby using his copy abilities in unexpected ways to Pit accidentally tripping over his own sandals. (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh along with them, finding joy in their camaraderie.

"And then," Pit continued with a grin. "Kirby and I pulled off this amazing combo move that had everyone cheering!"

"Poyo!" Kirby chirped excitedly, clearly proud of their teamwork.

(Y/n) couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "That sounds incredible! Teamwork really makes a difference in these matches."

As they chatted and shared stories, (Y/n) kept a watchful eye on Kirby, who was now eyeing the sandwiches with an almost predatory gleam.

She chuckled and gently tapped Kirby's round body. "Easy there, Kācchan. We'll eat soon."

Kirby let out an adorable pout but nodded in agreement.

Finally, with the sun warming their faces and laughter filling the air, (Y/n), Pit, and Kirby dug into the delicious picnic spread. The sandwiches were a hit, and the fresh fruit added a refreshing touch to the meal. Kirby, in particular, seemed to enjoy everything, his eyes sparkling with delight as he sampled each dish.

As they savored the food and each other's company, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments of friendship and connection. The courtyard was bathed in golden sunlight, and the laughter of friends echoed under the open sky.

It was a perfect day for a picnic, a reminder that even in a world filled with battles and challenges, there were simple joys to be found in the company of loved ones.

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coffeecat1983 · 5 months ago

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For the drabble game 13. “Who did this?” with Mario & DK if this is okay? :) Otherwise you can also choose another character if you don't want to write DK. :)

(Set in Smash Ultimate Universe)

Mutterings, whispers, exclamations of confusion surrounded two as they made their way down the street. "You sure you don't wanna go to the infirmary?" The taller one asked. The shorter one shook his head and let out a groan at the dizzy spell the action caused. "Don't wanna make a scene." he muttered. Luigi looked around at the people who were watching them. "I think it's too late for that." he said. Mario stumbled and Luigi caught him before he could fall. "C'mon, infirmary." he insisted. Giving in, the older brother let himself be led towards the bright white building with the giant red cross atop it. It wasn't much later that he found himself laying back on a hospital bed as Luigi fussed with the stiff, over-bleached pillow behind his head. The fussing stopped as someone knocked on the glass door before entering. A Toad in a doctor's coat walked in, holding a clipboard and papers. "You've gotten into quite a mess here, Mario." the doctor's tone was like a parent scolding a child. "Broken arm, multiple bruises and lacerations, severe sprain to the right ankle." He peered over his glasses. "You do know fighting outside of a match is against the rules, right?" "Not like I started it." Mario grumbled back. "Then who did?" the doctor questioned without missing a beat. Mario refused to answer, instead looking away. Luigi sighed. "He won't tell me, either, doc." Shaking his head, the doctor turned away. "Fine. I'll have someone come in and patch you up the rest of the way. And no matches for a week, you need to stay off that ankle."

As he got ready to leave a booming voice was heard in the hall. "Where is he?! They said he was hurt!" "Hoo boy." Luigi leaned out the doorway. "In here, DK." he called. Pushing past the hospital staff the ape nearly burst into the little room. "Where's Mar-" he stopped, his anger freezing to fear when he saw the beaten figure in the bed. "The hell..." he breathed as he went over. "Mario, what happened? Did Wario do this?!" his voice rose with his fury. Mario cringed as he shifted. He glanced at his little brother. "Give us a bit?" his request was acknowledged with a nod and Luigi slipped out, closing the door behind him. If anyone could get the truth out of Mario, Donkey Kong knew how. "It wasn't Wario." Mario groaned, slumping back as he gave up on trying to find a more comfortable position. "Who did this?" his friend's voice was low, fury boiling beneath the soft tone. "It's my fault, they started bad mouthin' Weege an'-" "Don't give me that!" DK snapped. "You don't get to blame yourself! Who did this?"

The sleek metal shone, the blade singing through the air as the tall figure practiced in the open ground outside the arena. Other fighters gave him a wide berth, not wanting to provoke his wrath. He was so caught up in his practice that he didn't sense the figure that was glaring at him. It hit him as a rare surprise then as the blade was knocked out of his hands and he was pinned down, large fingers wrapping around his neck as Donkey Kong snarled. "W-What is the meaning of this?" Sephiroth found his voice shaking from the tension on his throat. "You, you hurt Mario! He's in the infirmary because of you!" DK made sure his voice was loud and clear, drawing the attention of those around them. It worked. Other fighters began to gather. "You teased him, you knew he'd fight you if you talked crap about his brother!" DK continued. "Fighting outside an arena battle?" Peach uttered. "That's low, even for a villain." Wario snorted. Others began to gather, murmurs growing louder. "Teasing someone so they'd fight, bad sportsmanship, I say." Marth added. There was agreement and Ryu stepped forward. "Sounds like we need to teach our friend here we don't tolerate bullying. How bout it, Hero?" A nod from the nearby Dragon Quest fighter and he motioned to the arena. Everyone backed up as a tall, imposing figure stepped forward and reaching out, grabbed Sephiroth by the collar, easily lifting him as DK moved away. "Play dirty in your home world, little man. Not here." Ganondorf's eyes narrowed as he spoke and he swung around to the crowd, holding Sephiroth up high. "I say we teach this newcomer the rules, all who wish to join, meet in the arena!" His declaration was met with cheers as some fighters followed him. All the while the Gerudo King kept a tight hold on his target, dragging him along.

DK watched as the fighters left, Ryu making sure to grab Sephiroth's Masamune, giving DK a wink as he did. "I'll make sure he gets this back, after a few rounds without it." Left stunned by the actions of the others, the Prince of the Jungle Kingdom wandered over to a bench, feeling lost. A soft voice drew him from his thoughts. "Mr. Donkey Kong?" He looked beside him to see a yellow dog watching him with concern. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, thanks, Isabelle." "And Mr. Mario?" she had a habit of using titles like 'mister' and 'sir' out of respect, a trait many fighters found endearing, DK included. "He needs some time, but he'll be okay, I think." "That's good." she began towards the arena and he held out his hand. "Wait, where're you goin'?" She giggled as she looked back at him. "To help out! I'm very good at teaching people things." she said, a glint in her eyes.

END By "CC"

Thank you so much, this was a blast to write! Been wanting to do something in the Smash universe for a while now.

Prompt list here

#fanfic #luigi #mario #super mario bros #super smash ultimate #donkey kong #sephiroth #drabble request #drabble game #thanks for the request!

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o-dead-nature-o · 7 months ago

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i see a lot of people have normal crushes on fictional characters

like, they love normal characters like:

Villains

Psychopaths

Gods

and other characters of that nature

Them there's me

and this is the character i have a crush on in those weeks:

#super smash bros master hand #master hand #super smash ultimate #i am not normal #why i love this old hand too much?!?!#i want to cry i love him so much it's not even funny anymore #i am searching angst fanfic with him because i love those #not ship fanfic just angst #i want to hug him!!!

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pkmacabre-shadow · 5 months ago

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Captain N: Adventures in Smash

Chapter 4

AN: This was written in 2 AM btw. Also, the old fanfics of Captain N: New Adventures that I’ve written in the past few months are now considered prototypes of this fanfic series I’m currently writing. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

A couple days has passed since the day they’ve entered Cyberworld. There hasn’t been much trouble around, leading to the three teens doing things on their own. Most of the time it’s taking care of their families and personal needs, especially with jobs.

Wren is studying and practice driving to get her permit and license, along with working at her family’s restaurant that they own nearly 2 decades ago. Chester is also working at his job, most of which being side gigs like pet sitting and yard work. Melody likes working online but hasn’t gotten herself a job yet.

On Friday night, Wren just got back from work and is currently bored. So to curb that, she decided to call up her friends on Discord.

Wren: Hey guys

Melody: Hey Wren, hey Chester. How’s your day going?

Wren: It was a little tiring. And slow too. We barely got any customers while I wrap some noodles until my aunt took over, which by the way I taught her how to do that.

Chester: Same as always. At least I got some money and energy out while walking dogs.

Wren: Nice, Nice. So anyway, do you guys want to go to Cyberworld?

Melody: Heck yeah. I want to meet up with the actual fighters there, maybe even see the smash house myself.

Chester: Sure. But before that, I made a sort of golden rule here. We must not let anyone know about this. Not even my dad.

Wren: Got it. But if anyone asks about our belts, can we tell them that it’s a sort of fashion thing?

Chester: Yeah. Sure. Whatever floats your boat. Anyways, let’s go.

With a press of a button, the three were then transported to Cyberworld. They then landed onto some ground and in front of them is the Smash House.

Melody: Woah. Cool.

Chester: So this is the smash house. Must be something similar to college dorm rooms at home.

Then they heard a swoosh.

Chester: What was that?

Then they heard it again. And again, and again. Wren became well aware of the sound, similar to that of a bird. More notably, it sounds similar to Pit’s wings. When the time struck, she grabbed the arrow that was aiming towards Chester.

The attacker landed himself on the ground.

Dark Pit: You did good on catching that arrow, for a mere human rookie.

Wren: I knew it was you Dark Pit!

Dark Pit was taken aback by her statement. How did she know his name? That doesn’t matter, all it matters is to win the battle behind these 3 strangers.

Dark Pit: Seems like you know me well. I heard about the conversation that Pit and Palutena talked about you guys, with one of them being the captain’s son coming here to protect us. If one of you truly is the next captain, then I challenge you for a fight.

Chester: I’ll do it.

Wren: Chester don’t-

Chester: I have to

Chester steps up and pulls out the joycon, turning it into a blade. He puts up a stance, getting ready to fight. Dark Pit does the same.

Dark Pit: Oh this is gonna get interesting.

Chester: Bring. It. On.

As they start running up to take hits, a certain angel went in between them, stretching out his arms, and yelled.

Pit: STOP FIGHTING!

Both boys stopped. Pit looked at the two.

Pit: What are you two doing?

Wren: Pit! Look I can explain what’s going-

Chester: *Points to Dark Pit* He started it.

Wren: Damnit, Chester.

Pit sighs, shaking his head.

Pit: Anyway. I’m sure you already knew Dark Pit. But incase you haven’t, he’s a mirror self of me.

Melody: Like your brother, right?

Pit: Something like that, yeah. What are you guys doing here, though?

Wren: We got a little bored so we decided to check up on you guys and meet up with the other fighters. To be fair, we all have personal lives.

Dark Pit was sulking at the back as the conversation went on. He decided to cut in on their talking.

Dark Pit: You’ve gotta be kidding me! My fight with the original captain’s son, or at least he is, has been wasted by you.

Pit: Oh cheer up, Pittoo! You could fight Chester again in an arena or training room.

Dark Pit groaned. Pit turned to the others wanting to show them to everyone in the Smash House, knowing how eager these three teens want to meet them.

Pit: Come on, let’s go inside.

Once everyone got inside, they could see so many fighters in one room. Many of them were talking and hanging out with each other. Half of them were missing, likely because they were in their own rooms. Megaman looked at them as he finished talking with Shulk. He walked up to them in greeting them.

Megaman: Hey guys. What brings you all here?

Wren: Oh y’know, just saying hi to the other fighters. Just recently met Dark Pit thanks to Pit, albeit in an unexpected way.

Pit: Hey Rock!

Dark Pit: …Hey…

Megaman: It’s nice that you met another one of our roster. I hope that everyone else likes you all too.

Melody: Hey Megaman, can you give us a tour of this place. Maybe knowing some stages and other places would be nice.

Megaman: Sure thing. Although it’s a little late at night, however.

Chester: Don’t worry. We’ll be free this Saturday and Sunday.

They all laughed as Dark Pit left the group, not wanting any part of the group whatsoever. Two people walked up to them, Megaman looking behind him.

Samus: So this is the infamous captain's son, I see? I’ve heard about you from a few people.

Megaman: Oh hi Samus, hi Simon.

Pit: Hey Sam, Simon. These guys are Chester, Wren, and Melody. *turns back to the group* Everyone, these two are Samus Aran and Simon Belmont.

Simon: Pleasure meeting you three.

Chester: Nice meeting you too, Simon. *shakes hand* You too Samus.

It was Samus’s turn to have her hand shaken. It truly is a nice and warm welcome for the newcomers, especially if they were fans of the characters and their games. Wren decided to walk around a bit, taking a good look at the place.

Wren: I wonder what comes in store to these worlds, especially to where they came from. *bumps into Little Mac from behind* Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to!

Little Mac: It’s alright. I wasn’t looking but- hey, you’re new here. What’s your name?

Wren: My name’s Wren Chaiya and I came here with these two. *points to Melody and Chester* It’s a long story, and a complicated one at that. By the way, their names are Chester and Melody.

They looked at each other with Wren having in a sophisticated look before breaking down into a laughing fit. Little Mac joining in.

Wren: I thought it’d be funny or cool in my head in introducing my friends that way! *wheeze* Now it just looks so dumb!

Little Mac: Oh c’mon, I think it’s a great way to introduce them! *laughs* I’m Little Mac, by the way!

Wren: It’s great meeting you, Little Mac. It’s just that I want to say hi with everyone in this house. Say, do you think that there could be over 30 fighters in here?

Over in the distance, a couple people are looking at the others talking and greeting each other. One of the persons looking over is non other than Palutena, the goddess the teens met days ago.

Palutena: Seems like they’re getting along well with everyone.

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tessathepeanut · 1 year ago

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You know those people that are like, "I hate fanfics with crossovers of too many fandoms!"

They'd be shaking in their boots when they find out about Smash Bros.

#Smash Bros is literally the ultimate crossover of Nintendo and Sega games #super smash bros #smash ultimate #fanfics

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swoodthis · 10 months ago

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MALCHUS SICKFIC

#max does a write #Malchus Smashbros #Malchus #SSBU #super smash bros #smash ultimate #ssb #SSB fanfic

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quacknsnack · 1 year ago

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Come and get it! Chapter 26 of Sidelines is now available!

Read it here or here

#self art #my writing #nintendo #smash bros #super smash bros #super smash bros ultimate #sidelines fanfic #assist trophy #assist trophies

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thebigpapilio · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 34/? Fandom: Super Smash Brothers, Persona Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Falco Lombardi/Fox McCloud, Samus Aran/Princess Rosalina (Nintendo), Nana & Popo (Ice Climber) Characters: Mii Gunner, Igor (Persona Series), Yoshi (Nintendo), Steve (Minecraft), Fox McCloud, Falco Lombardi, Super Smash Brothers Ensemble, Sonic the Hedgehog, Princess Rosalina (Nintendo), Purin | Jigglypuff, Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda), Samus Aran, Ice Climbers, Gaogaen | Incineroar, Popo (Ice Climber), Nana (Ice Climber), Donkey Kong, King Dedede Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, References to Super Smash Brothers, Persona 4 References, Nonbinary Character, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Persona Fusion, Misgendering, Subspace, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Social Links | Confidants (Persona Series), Sonic the Hedgehog Has ADHD, Trans Samus Aran, Implied/Referenced Transphobia, Barbecue, K. Lumsy (Donkey Kong Country 64), Dusk Mane Necrozma (Pokémon), Girls' Night Out, well not-boys' night out Series: Part 1 of World of Shadows, Part 1 of Fam-Fics Summary:

A celebration of gaming... but a Persona AU.

If you enjoy this fic, please leave a comment!

#thebigpapilio #Persona #Super Smash Bros. Ultimate #Incineroar #fanfic #happy belated birthday

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clarislam · 2 years ago

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Chapter 10 of my The Last Story/Super Smash Bros fanfic, "Super Smash Bros: The Next Story," is now posted!📨

Read on Archive Of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44106405/chapters/115345915

Read on Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14184114/10/Super-Smash-Bros-The-Next-Story

#super smash bros #super smash bros ultimate #the last story #the last story fanfic #super smash bros ultimate fanfic #super smash bros fanfic #super smash bros/the last story crossover fanfic #the last story/super smash bros. fanfic #crossover fanfic #crossover #fanfic #claris' fanfiction #Super Smash Bros: The Next Story #SSB: TNS Chapter 10

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shady-scripter · 5 months ago

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Time has Slowed

Kiwi…?

I live…?

Visions of a vibrant mask hid behind his eyes as he hummed the song. Though, the little one loves it. He loved it so much that, no matter if they were on horseback or in the kitchen, Calon would close his eyes and an hour of peace would follow.

The Song of Healing. A song he learned so long ago, back when he was still a sopping mess from losing his friends.

Though, he had gotten most of his friends back. And, even better, he married the love of his life. And, when he thought this life wouldn’t reward him anymore, she blessed him with such a beautiful boy.

The Hero of Time couldn’t even fathom having a child until Malon asked him so many years ago. But here he was with his son, Calon, in his arms, humming a song that used to haunt him.

“Li- oh!” Brilliant blue eyes and tanned skin peaked from the doorway. “You got him to sleep? That’s great!” Link caught something in the way she laughed.

“Is everything alright darling?” His eye ghosted over her form in the dim light.

“Yes. Just…I feel a little off. Like,” she hummed, trying to find the right words. “like something’s buzzing under my skin. I know I’m fine physically, but-“ she sighed and walked closer, sitting on the arm of the chair Link was sitting on. She ran her fingers through his hair. Link hummed, his eyes closing as the silence became soothing to him.

“You shouldn’t worry. It might just be a post pregnancy thing.” Malon planted a kiss on Link’s temple before she lightly tapped her little boy’s nose. “Boop,” she whispered.

Link chuckled and reached up to tap his wife’s nose. “Boop,” it felt weird when it breached his lips, but Malon’s laugh pushed away any regret that might’ve formed.

Those vibrant blue eyes…the beautiful ruby hair…those soft yet slightly calloused hands…her strength and stubbornness…she was perfect.

She reached down and scooped Calon out of Link’s hands before placing the boy in his cradle.

“So,” Malon spoke once more, a smug smile on her face. “What’s for dinner?”

Link couldn’t hold back his laugh. His eye closed as his body bucked with laughter.

Then he felt pressure on his thighs and opened it once more. He smiled and rested his hands on her thighs that straddled him. Her thumb and pointer finger caged his chin and forced him to look in her eyes. He didn’t fight her.

“I’m not joking, my love,” she said, a chuckle of her own leaving her lips. “I’m not cooking today.”

“Oh.” Link hummed. “Isn’t there ground beef in the ice box? Could we go for a shepherd’s pie tonight?” Malon tapped her chin.

After a second, Malon leaned down and pecked Link’s lips. “That sounds great, honey.” Link hummed. Malon shuffled to get off of his lap “Oh! I also got a lett-“

As Link stood behind her, a flash of light drew his vision to it. Outside, in the cow pasture, was a circle made purely of gold light. Malon shielded her eyes. Link squinted.

Out came a gloved hand. A giant gloved hand. One Link recognized with ease.

“Is that…Master Hand?” Link’s eyes widened with the revelation.

“It wants you, doesn’t it?” Malon asked. Link nodded. “Then go! I don’t have time to fix the wall like last time!” Malon pulled Link in for a kiss, it fast yet holding everything Link loved.

Link slammed open his closet and pulled his claymore. The Biggoron Sword had done him wonders, he hoped it would carry him through this next adventure.

He dashed through his home. As much as he loved his home and family, these were people he hadn’t seen in about seven years. His friends…

He stood in the field and the large hand turned his way and slowly started to hover toward him. He dashed into the portal, dodging the hand’s attempt to grab him.

It wasn’t like how it felt before.

It was more like how it felt when he would put the Master Sword back into its pedestal.

His limbs seemed to shrink. His arms grew fatter, his legs grew skinnier. His injured eye healed and, even if all he could see was blinding white, he could still see. His tunic turned greener and greener and it grew larger, stopping nearly at his knees. And, worst of all, his pants disappeared, replaced only by his new skinny legs. Or…old skinny legs.

And when the world let him stand on solid ground, he was tiny. His back bore down on him with a familiar weight. And when he reached back, he felt wood. And the sword was small, definitely not the Biggoron Sword, but another sword of his past. The Kokiri Sword.

Same treatment as last time? Link thought, reaching behind him. He hummed as he felt the familiar curve of his boomerang.

He sighed and realized that he did not recognize this place. This wasn’t Fox’s ship, or have that big thing that he joked with-

“Toon!” The name left his lips before he could stop himself.

Was his best friend here? Was he also sucked in!

Link shook his head, he needed to focus. He needed to make sure he wasn’t being thrown into a fight.

He was on some sort of tower coated in blue runes. First, he wanted to point it to Pit’s time, but there was something on the horizon.

A volcano. And, as stupid as it sounded, he was sure that it was Death Mountain. Toon didn’t have a Death Mountain did he? And Twi did, but his Hyrule was…dark and pretty gloomy.

This Hyrule was definitely more vibrant, like the blue runes. Runes he couldn’t read.

In the middle of the tower’s platform was some sort of pedestal. It glowed orange and there was a slot. Something was supposed to fit inside.

Link hummed, the silence of this definite battle ground boring into his chest. That was when the blinding light came back and an oof sound broke the silence.

“Three!” Link recognized that voice. “Two!” He groaned along with the mystery man. “One!” Link tapped his feet, waiting to become fully mobile again. “Go!” Link let out a breath, his limbs becoming unfrozen. His attention went back to the mystery man.

He caught the cherry colored hair first and, for a second, thought that Malon had been chosen to join him. But, when the figure cursed, he knew that it was obviously a man. Then, his slightly torn or singed purple cape and the intense amount of white that he wore, along with his sword, Link recognized the man, but the name couldn’t bite his tongue.

The man lifted himself from the ground and looked around. He turned a full 360 before his eyes met Link’s. A smile rose to his face and his head tilted like a cat. “Kiwi?”

The nickname made his ears wiggle and his cheeks tint pink. He put a hand on his hip and pointed at the man with the other. “First off, I’m around thirty years old, Roy!” Roy’s eyebrows shot up. “Second-“

“You’re thirty?!” Roy looked him up and down. “You still look twelve,” Roy laughed. Link flipped him the bird which only made Roy keel over.

“Yes, I’m thirty!” Link huffed, pulling out his sword in his dominant hand and taking out his shield. “I have a kid for goddess’s sake!”

Link leaned his head until his neck let out a satisfying pop, then he got into position.

“Oh,” Roy shook out the last of his chuckles. “Wait until Marth or Robin hear about this! You won’t hear the end of it!” Link felt his, once injured, right eye twitch.

“I’ll kill you a second time if you tell them!”

“My lips are nowhere near sealed, little Kiwi.”

Link ran at Roy, the battle really beginning.

#the shady lad writes #ssbu #ssbu fanfic #super smash ultimate #super smash bros #super smash switch #loz link #oot malon #oot link #ocarina of time #legend of zelda ocarina #link ocarina

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evereinefaust · 8 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚜ 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐲 + 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

#fanfiction #fanfic #female reader #alternate universe #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #fluff #x reader #drabble #super smash brothers ultimate #super smash bros #super smash ultimate #super smash melee #super smash switch #super smash brawl

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tarditzgrade · 2 years ago

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new fic lmao

The amiibo Box - tarditzgrade - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own]

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Fandoms: Splatoon and Smash Brothers

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The past couple weeks had been rough for Three. Extremely rough.

The Splatoon had practically doubled in size while Three was out, going from three agents to five, technically six, agents, as well as whatever limbo Off the Hook was in, and that dreaded Octoling that Three had no idea how to properly feel about.

On one hand, Three hadn’t had a great track record with Octarians, especially this one in particular and they weren't too keen on changing that. On the other hand, the rest of the Splatoon, including Craig of all people, seemed to trust her.

And then that Octo just had to save the world while Three was unconscious, just to rub salt in the wound.

The whole Metro/Kamabo ordeal had left Three shaken, disturbed, and utterly frightened. Not just because of the Octoling, but also of what they saw in Kamabo.

What they learned about it.

What they hoped to never encounter or hear of again.

And then, once Three did get back from the Metro, they learned that, apparently, Octavio had struck again and Callie had been kidnapped this time. And since Three wasn’t there to help, Marie decided to hire not one, but two replacements to get the job done.

Two replacements that were way too careless and flighty for what being an agent had to offer.

What certainly didn’t help is that those two looked like they were here to stay as well, so Three couldn’t even do all of their patrols and surveys quietly.

Combine all that with this stupid scar and that stupid voice that hadn’t shut up since their sanitization in Kamabo, and it was safe to say that Three had had an extremely loud, extremely rough couple of weeks.

So, here they were, out on a walk through Inkopolis Plaza in the middle of the night to maybe clear their head.

The Plaza was practically a ghost town since the Square boomed in popularity, so there were very few others out as well. Three regretted not bringing a weapon of some kind, in case some of these people weren’t trustworthy.

Instead, Three opted to keep their head down, focusing on the cracks in the pavement to distract them from their thoughts. They hadn’t been watching where their feet were taking them. And they didn't really care where they were going until they found they had stopped.

Three looked up to see where they had brought themselves.

The familiarity of the main Plaza area graced the scene around them. A couple of groups of stragglers here and there, but certainly not the night-life bustle it’d receive in its heyday.

And right in front of them was…

The amiibo Box. Odd.

They could recall using the strange apparatus a couple years back. It usually gave them equally as strange items when they presented an item of their own.

Sometimes it gave them bulky gear that they never saw anyone else using, sometimes it gave them copies of things they already owned, sometimes it gave them extra missions in Octo Valley.

Three remembered bringing all kinds of things to it, just to see what the amiibo Box would do. Despite how prevalent it was to them, they never saw or heard anyone else acknowledge it.

Once, they briefly brought it up to Marie, but the squid acted like she could not hear what Three had been saying, even if Three yelled.

Three asked her about it later and Marie had sworn she hadn’t heard Three talking at all.

Three had stopped using it after that.

Better to avoid things as mystical as the amiibo Box, especially if they didn't know how it worked. Things like that typically didn’t end well.

But now, here they were again. Watching the amiibo Box.

Maybe they should use it now. Just to see what it’d do for them at this moment. If it had any missions or answers for Three. Hopefully it wouldn’t point them to the Metro.

Three felt around their pockets. Drat, nothing. The amiibo Box did need one of those weird figurine things to work and Three definitely hadn't brought one.

Defeated, Three turned to head back to their apartment.

"Giving up that easily? The great Agent Three?"

Who the hell? Startled by someone correctly knowing their actual name, Three whirled back around, ready to fight this…man?

Leaning on the amiibo Box was a very pale man, dressed all in white, his equally white hair combed to his right. And his proportions…they looked like they were reminiscent of humans.

That wasn’t good. This could be someone’s rogue science experiment or an attempt by Kamabo to capture Three again.

Was anyone else seeing this? Three looked around to realize that everyone else had disappeared from the Plaza. Not even a jellyfish remained. That really wasn’t good.

The man continued speaking, ignoring Three’s distress. "I mean, you really wanted to access the box, right? I would've at least shaken it."

If this guy was with Tartar, he really didn’t look it. Three would’ve expected to see some teal or blue ink oozing off of him or something glowy but this guy seemed to have never heard of color before, all white from head to toe.

Three didn’t say anything back to him, charging a special instead to let this guy know who he was messing with.

The man simply laughed. “So, I do have the right person.”

Oh, that definitely was not good. This weirdo knew who Agent Three was and felt no need to back down.

Well, Three wouldn’t either. They let their special rip, a burst bomb launcher.

The man did not flinch as the bombs hurled towards him. Once the bombs were close enough to detonate, most of them disappeared, vanishing into thin air. The rest he let clatter to the floor, not exploding upon impact.

“I definitely have the right person,” he muttered, gazing down at the bombs at his feet.

Three glared at the man, but he kept his composure. "You're not the first silent hero I've dealt with. And while fighting is a nice way to communicate, I do speak sign language. I could also read your thoughts, if you’re okay with that.”

Okay, maybe this guy wasn’t with Kamabo. Far too out of place for that. At least Tartar’s ramblings made some kind of sense. ‘Silent hero’? ‘Reading thoughts’? Three was already tired of this guy's shenanigans. Who the hell was this guy and what did he want?

“Well, I want to make an offer to you, but you’re putting up a bit of a fight.” The pale man rose off the box. Under the light, Three could see he had a slight red hue to him. Very different from blue.

He stepped closer to Three, and Three stepped back. He frowned at that. “You are Agent Three of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, correct?”

Three, hesitantly, nodded. Maybe he’d back off with proper confirmation. They signed in response, testing his truthfulness. ‘ Who are you? ’

“Straight to the point, I see.” He laughed. “I am Master Hand. Like I stated before, I am here to offer you a job, nay, a prospect no one could refuse. Would you like to hear me out? We could talk and walk, if you like.”

Three assessed the situation. It was the middle of the night, Three was very tired, and probably wasn't thinking straight. If an attack did happen, Three would not be in the right headspace.

But this ‘Master Hand’ was certainly the oddest thing Three had seen and they had seen a lot in the recent weeks.

A lot they could take their mind off of.

Any job that required Three’s skill set would probably be enough to absorb their attention for a bit.

Screw it, they’ll bite.

But before Three could nod, the man grinned, “Great. Let’s walk. You lead.”

—

Even though he told Three to lead, Three had dropped back to keep an eye on him. This so-called ‘Master Hand’ had yet to say anything to Three, despite him initiating this encounter.

The pair had left the main part of the Plaza and were making their way to Three’s apartment. About halfway through the journey, Three finally looked away from the ‘Hand’ to take in their surroundings.

The main area’s emptiness continued throughout the rest of the Plaza. No inkfish, fish, or jellyfish was in sight. Every building they passed had its lights off, the only illumination coming from the streetlights, the moon, and whatever was radiating off Master Hand.

The alarm bells of ‘stranger danger’ and ‘stay cautious at night’ rang loudly in Three’s head. They were still sticking to the path towards Three’s place, but Three had no idea if Master Hand meant to lead them off that path or had accomplices waiting to grab Three the second they let their guard down.

They considered dropping a couple of Splat Bombs and Super Jumping away, but the Hand in front of them chuckled, stopped walking, and turned around to face Three.

“Please don’t run off, because then I’d have to find you again and that might lead to a fight and then I could be down a fighter before I could even ask them to battle and that’d be quite awful.”

Three tensed. This reading minds thing was getting a bit off-putting. Three would’ve liked some form of privacy in this exchange or else they would definitely dip out of here.

“That I can do.” The Hand clasped his…hands together. “Now, I believe we got off on the wrong foot and my silence is probably not helping.”

‘ Then explain yourself ,’ Three signed.

“Yes, explanations are a good place to start. Like I said, I am Master Hand. And I…” He paused to think about his words. “I don’t know what you’d call me. I am no god. I’m…I am Master Hand.”

Alright, this wasn’t worth it anymore. Three summoned a new special and felt it surge within them.

Then, they felt it die down just as quickly. They looked up. Master Hand held out his right hand, now giving off a soft glow, and his smile had slightly faded.

“Please do not run off.” His tone had also shifted to be more authoritative. “I know you don’t know it, but you’re definitely one of the most important fighters on my list. It’s just been a bit since I’ve had to convince someone new to fight for me and I’d really hate to mess this up.”

Three didn’t let their guard down, but they let the man continue his rambling. Maybe he’d get his act together and explain whatever nonsense was wasting Three’s time.

“I am Master Hand and I run a game, no, a tournament of sorts. A series of them. Where I pull fighters from all across the cosmos, the universes, to fight together for both popularity’s sake and just for the thrill and fun of it.”

Three took a second to fully comprehend what Master Hand had said. An interdimensional tournament that supposedly had contestants from all over universes.

If the guy had said it a couple minutes earlier, Three would've called him crazy and definitely fled out of there. But his behavior had teetered into the supernatural, even for Three's world. If he could prove he was truly for real and not some weird scientist’s freak, Three might hear him out.

‘ Prove it .’

“Have I not already?”

‘I don't care. Prove you can “cross dimensions” .’

Master Hand clicked his tongue. “You’re very difficult. Very well. Look at me.”

Three was about to say ‘ I already am ’ until they did a double take and saw… a hand.

Not the Master Hand from before, but an actual Hand. A giant, white-gloved, floating hand in front of them.

Three blinked again to correct their vision, but the human-like Master Hand had returned, sitting on a bench that definitely wasn’t there before. “Is that good enough?”

Yeah…yeah, that probably was good enough. Good enough to not feel like a waste of time anymore. Good enough to feel like this guy meant business.

Three took a bit to reply, having to rub their eyes first. ' Fine. And you want me for these tournaments? '

“Bingo. I am very much ashamed that I did not call you for my last bout of tourneys. I did not think that you’d pull any fans, and your inclusion would've been a sore loss on profit. However, I can see now that that was a mistake.

"I, Master Hand, would like to formally invite you to my fifth round of tournaments."

Three considered. A fighting tournament did sound pretty fun. A great opportunity to bash some heads and get everything in their system out. Maybe meet some new people as well.

But Three would probably have to check with the rest of the Splatoon. How long would they be gone for? Would they ever come back? Would anyone know if they disappeared?

And Three also needed to know: ' Why me? '

Master Hand looked slightly shocked. "Why you? Your appearance would pull many fans and I need a fighter from something…for lack of a better word, fresher , than all of the old-timers I'm bringing in."

' No. Why me specifically? You could've pulled any other inkling off the street and been fine. '

Master Hand didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he patted the bench next to him, directing Three to sit next to him.

Three obliged. Their feet were starting to ache, along with their head. Too much to think about at once. This was why they avoided the mystical.

Master Hand’s response attempted to ease the pain somewhat. “I suppose, your fighting prowess is remarkable compared to the other people in this world. I think you’d fit right in with the line up.”

No shit. Three could fight. They both knew that already. But Three could also fight here, or at the Lobby or in the Valley. How did fighting in another dimension change things?

‘ You could’ve grabbed a profreshional then or another agent. Four and Five have way more versatility than me and Eight could easily stand toe-to-toe with me. Why not ask them? ’

Master Hand frowned. “Listen, Agent Three. I know that your recent history has been very…difficult. I don’t want to know the full story, but I know you’ve been off as of late. I’m offering you a vacation. A break.”

‘ I don’t need a vacation. Especially not one out in the whatever you call it. ’

“Oh, but it’s more than just a vacation.” Master Hand leaned back into the bench. “You’d be with many like yourself and a part of something that very few can wrap their head around. And that’s not a bad thing. It’s like lifting a weight off your shoulders, just letting the absurdities carry you.”

‘ The what? ’

“The absurdities. The ridiculousness. The wackiness.” The Hand sighed like someone remembering a staple landmark of their childhood home. “The way the cosmos twist and turn is not limited to physics or rules and I love it for that. No one ever can or ever will consistently predict what will happen out there.”

He looked up at the sky and laughed. “I think you could use that, Agent Three. Just letting loose for a bit. Not caring about what’ll happen next. Forgetting if something is out to get you. If someone is out to find you.” He looked back at Three and tapped the right side of his face for emphasis.

Three kept their eyes on the street, but brought their own hand up to their face.

To the scar.

The scar and that voice that hadn’t shut up since the sanitization. It merged with everyone else’s voices yelling about where to go from here, what to do about the newbies, whether or not to keep watching the Metro.

Three had no answers for any of them, not with their own challenges and insecurities to deal with.

Master Hand's voice brought them back to earth. “I know you could use the break, Agent Three. There will be no need to talk it through with others, I will handle the time displacement. Once you make a decision, call me and I’ll tell you what else needs to be done.”

‘ And if I don’t make a decision? ’

“Well, you never questioned the amiibo Box before. No need to start now.”

Three started to give him another response of some sort. What exactly they’d say they didn’t really know, but as they turned to talk to him, they learned it didn’t matter.

Master Hand had vanished.

Left in his place was a piece of paper, slowly floating off the bench and onto the sidewalk. Three dashed forwards to catch it before it hit the pavement.

Upon closer inspection, they could see it was an envelope. Turning it around revealed a red wax seal, stamped with an off-center cross.

Three now had two options. Either toss this envelope in the nearest dumpster and run home to never think about this encounter again…

Or accept this invitation and be dragged into the ‘absurdities’ of the cosmos. Take a break from the pressure of the Splatoon.

Reminders of ‘stranger-danger’ started ringing in Three’s head, but they shut those out quickly.

The last time they ignored that rule was the best mistake of their life.

Three pocketed the letter and rose off the bench to set off to their apartment, preferably to sleep.

Better to engage with the mystical on a clearer head.

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