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[filia-floris]

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[the-moon-files]

Wait, quick idea! Twilight looks like the only hylian in his village because everyone else has round ears, so what if he wasn’t as surprised as the others to see their human companion so resilient, but still fairly impressed because of the fact that most if not all people in his village don’t put themselves in as drastic situations as the reader? Or is this just humans from our world?

get out of my head lmao /lh - you, me, and wayfayrr are actually the same person on diff accounts LMAO

im of the belief that (blame @wayfayrr, my beloved) that he knows of humans bc of some in his village but yeah, just not the type of human in drastic situations

(ALSO they wrote me a fun, long, glorious, male reader human space orc au fic for winning their raffle a bit ago, and it brings up their headcanon abt this and i Adore It actually, check it out here pls if u wanna know🤲)

(also if u see this wayfayrr, sorry for the ping, also should i be calling u moss? or wayfayrr?? idk which, i hope thats even ok to ask 😭 i assumed u would call my ass Moon)

Moon: Male-Masc Reader (he/him)

Orbit: short headcanons-ish, rambling mostly

Stars: Twilight Princess Link (Twi/Twilight), mentions of other Links

Comets & Meteors: CWs: none known, & TWs: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

to reiterate what i said up there, in case u skipped it for the bullet points,

i like the headcanon he knows humans, knows some of their quirks, and how they were the first ppl the other hylian villagers called on to help stuck cows or downed wagons, lots of heavy lifting stuff

but he really hasnt seen the extent of real humans, bc the humans who were in Ordon, well, they lived in hylian society,

why would they need the adrenaline to lift a car when hylians have set up whole tools and systems in all their towns to help lift just a full bucket of water out of the well??

not to mention, i think all the humans in his village were older adults? like at least not the age theyd be doing things like parkour or going to any trampoline parks type of age,

id imagine its more like stories talked about amongst hylians how hard humans can go, and even the humans themselves talked abt things like,

“well compared to u hylians, we have stomachs made of molten lava to you guys really, but we never have to use it, bc u know hylian food works just fine”

when Twi asked they would say stuff like that, but as soon as he saw ur human ass just picking wildflowers and berries off the side of the road to snack on? even random grasses/vines at some point (kudzu)?? easily eating Wild’s Dubious Food that's DEFINITELY got monster parts in it???! gnawing on the bone of a cucco and it just breaks??!!! and you look surprised too, thank fuck finally a normal reaction from u- oh my goddesses u were just curious (damn the elders were right abt human curiosity too) **and are now sucking out the marrow and eating the bone-!!!!!!!!!!!!

Twilight’s perspective of you is actually the equivalent of like, reading stories about vampires all ur life, then this new friend you made starts to get allergic to garlic, crave blood, has crazy strength and advanced senses, etc

and he’s just watching those honest-to-Hylia human mythological feats play out in real time in front of him, like he’s the only self-aware character in the story that immediately clocks the really obvious vampire as a vampire lmao

is the first to either 1. start choking on his laugh as he theoretically knows ur about to jump on the back of a lynel/hinox to ride it around and watch as the others come to the same conclusion OR 2. try to Stop you from jumping on said big monster in an attempt to ride it around bc he gets used to ur human BS quicker than the others and can see it coming a mile away now lol

very much so this meme:

(ur welcome i made it myself <3)

anyway id love to rant abt this dynamic

abt both Twi’s shock at you eating peppers like a god has come down from the sky to prove their immortality,

but also poor rancher esstientally humansitting you too lmao

the Chain/Time/Wars absolutely put him down as the resident human expert like: “ok he just drank like, 5? No- Four stop him from drinking more at least- (dual sighs). okay, 6 stamina potions, will that kill him??”

Twilight, saviour of Hyrule, of the Twili, Link from Twilight Princess himself,

has to keep a record book of all the new shit he’s heard/learned about humans in Ordon, what he has actively learned abt ur ass just fucking around and finding out, and the few bread crumbs of information u give him abt ur species

(that rlly just come off as kind of cryptid statements abt u/humanity, or don't apply in this scenario bc ur only comparison is Earth Rules, which honestly scare every single fucking one of them in the same way as walking on Ganon’s lawn or something, like straight up view ur home planet as enemy territory, the Amazon jungle, the Hyrule wilds if you will-)

Twilight also gets involuntarily volunteered for human-sitting duty too

tbh the only person Not allowed on human-sitting duty, when u guys go new areas esp, is Wild/Hyrule

you’d tell him you wanna get inside the guardian robot to operate it and ride it around and he’d probably be in shock you even fathomed something like that, yet also now EXTREMELY intrigued to watch it play out

(they’re both more of a “u wanna jump off a cliff?? that's actually crazy, wait for me please.” he seems to think he can somehow protect you if he joins you? its worked sometimes to be fair to him ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ just not really conveniently when the rest of the Chain are around lmao)

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i live btw, ive been writing/updating fics along with life updates (moving states/new job/online class) so a few asks will hopefully be answered over here in the next 2ish weeks

no promises, my life is kinda girlbossing at the moment too close to the sun and i am Nervous abt disappointing u guys

i already feel like im disappointing my other blog bc i haven't posted in forever bc im writing a fic instead of asks during any free time i dedicate to writing for it so :/

pls excuse my super slowness like a package ur waiting for in the mail or smth type of slow

AGAIN thanks for the ask!! i hope this was at least entertaining to read as some addon to what u said, you guys have gotta check out some of wayfayrr’s stuff if ur into this, bc they're the only other place i can think of that's talked abt humans not just being the same as hylians

have a great week!!

Peace out hugs and chaos,

🌙

[layraket]

guys. i could say that im very normal abt the update. but that would be a lie. and lying is bad. yeah. im nothing close to normal abt this whole thing im deranged.

theres so many details here.

Time seems to be more calm, the last update he was at the verge of screaming (to shut them all? to call for help to control all these links? who knows) now he looks very thoughtful, taking in every detail of the whole place to see if he can get some sort of puzzle solved

This question i feel like it has more impact that it looks at first, a lot of people are pointing out the little owl friend we saw at the first doodles of the AU, yeah the owl in oot was a yapper in all rule, but he was some sort of guidance during his journey

Twilight connects the owls to Shad, a guy who has a lot of knowledge and can help him at any moment if he needs some sort of information, Four remembers the owl that helped the colors during his second adventure, and Legend connects the owls to the statues in Koholint, together with the owl that gave him hints to where he had to go

Here it is made clear the point that i was talking before: Time recognizes that even if, for a kid, it was just an anoying bird, he helped him in some sort of way, and he should appreciated that small detail

beautiful art there's so many birds here im delighted so happy i've been staring at this for already 6 minutes beautiful

Owlan! as someone who also has slept during class so many times i dont blame Sky at all

also can we talk about how cool is Owlan's design??? like why i haven't seen anyone commenting abt it???? the yellow feather just makes me thing of the loftwing that we had to chase during the start of sksw, and i love that small detail so much

and Sun!! Finally she got a canon apparition, and of course it is with Sky sleeping during class lol

going back with what i was saying before, yeah he can thank Kaepora Gaebora all he wants, but man did that bird talk so much

love that expression 10/10 no more notes needed

EMO RULIE EMO RULI-

putting that joke aside, Hyrule seems to be more careful inside a dungeon, sure he can try and explore all he wants outside, but he knows very well the dangers of a dungeon, and he would like to no take any risk that could put them in danger while he can help it

I love the continuity of the comic, we all knew these were the same statues as the one that Twi used to separate them from Sky, but seeing it being portrayed in the comic is a detail that i think we all appreciate

Twilight my guy you cant go and look all that innocent we know your tricks

also Sky still remembers that time, seeing Legend as a bunny will not be easily forgotten. And Legends knows it

it doesn't mean that he likes that little fact

here i have things to say, it makes sense that the antifairy goes first for Legend, he's like. one of the most magic-based of them. Sure maybe Hyrule is our special wizard guy, but the vet uses a shit ton of magic weapons, he has to have a crazy amount of magic with him adding the rings he has

Also them all ready to defend their vet, yeah it might not be fully dangerous, but they will show no mercy to whatever dares to hurt one of them (a silent promise that they all made with the Twilight situation)

Time's attention is instantly gained with the mention of a Fairy, he doesn't sees too much of his friends in that thing, and that gives him a bad feeling of why the name

i could easily do a well thought comment on how he's magical girl material but i think with only that description enough was said

Only with the thought of one of his fairy friends having such destiny makes Time be disgusted, a Fairy turned into an enemy? Doesn't sound right, it isn't natural and just cruel for the poor fairy

also Wind was ready to catch her, he knows how valuable are fairies during a dungeon, you never know when you will need her help

Warriors during his adventure he made friends with the fairies, so he obviously will have something for her

he's like a mom who knows her children very well and will carry any treats for them, not beating up the mom/aunt of the group allegations

and Wind give the poor fairy some time before entering the bottle, she must be confused :(

this last pannel is everything to me, very cool very beautiful i love thsi comic so much

now my fav pannels as usual!

beautiful art as always every time i see a new update i get surprised by all the details

if you noticed a lot of Four in the last few images shushhh

as always, art credits goes towards @linkeduniverse!

[somer-writes]

ALRIGHT CAMPERS HELLO

WHO IS READY FOR

SOMERS DODECANNUAL MONTHLY BEATDOWN

july edition

JULY 👏 WORD 👏 COUNT 👏: 55,737 WORDS TO Ao3

CURRENT 👏 WORD 👏 COUNT 👏: 842,038 WORDS ON Ao3

WE ARE EVER CLOSE TO 1 MILLION WORDS

WORKS (new/continued in July): 16 BABY!!!

MOST POPULAR: BURIAL RITES (reader discretion advised!!)

MY RECOMMENDATION: GOOD BROTHERS ON BAD DAYS

IN REVIEW: everyone blame @a-manicured-lawn for hyrule suffering this month! we do a little mummification as a treat <3 also had some super fun fluff including sky and twi getting blitzed and twi having babies <3

i also got a year older on july 9! thank you to everyone for the lovely birthday wishes, fics, and drawings <3

bloodtooth by @rebornofstars

A Moment Alone by @not-freyja

one foot in by @rosehipandroots

Bloodsports by @hotcheetohatredwastaken

Every Time You Go Somewhere, You Leave Somewhere Behind by @across-violet-skies

also @unexpectedstormy podficced New Threads!

fan joy july from @kikker-oma was this month too! thank you to @estelian-01 @la-sera @gerudoevernight @ajscico @noorahqar for giving me some love <3

Day 1 by @noorahqar

Day 9 by @la-sera

Day 14 by @ajscico

Day 14 by @gerudoevernight

we hit 200 works this month AND 3000 comments!!!

ty so much for all the support!! i love reading all your comments, reblogs, tags, and whatever else! thank you everyone who reads, kudos, bookmarks, or comments on fics!! ily!!!

starting tonight (july 31 my timezone) and running through tomorrow is the next 24 hour LU writers' marathon! please give it up for @hotcheetohatredwastaken and @not-freyja for keeping this up! also big s/o to @a-manicured-lawn @noorahqar @wanderlustmagician @gia-d @winterfen @tashacee @weavingstarlight @rebornofstars @zarvasace for modding!!!

ty as always to @hotcheetohatredwastaken @needfantasticstories @a-manicured-lawn and my lovely partner @wanderlustmagician for beta-ing <3

heres to the next 31 days of hyrule and twilight suffering <3

[cafecourage]

I've got another monkey bread order (with the customary side of london fog tea) because I'm indecisive. :)

The chain waking up to find that their s/o has woven flowers into their hair. (Reader had last watch and got bored, what else were they supposed to do? They looked too precious for them to *not,* after all.

- Glitter anon, who has finally figured out how to get the space between the dash and g while not on mobile ✨

I did something different for this post that I seen some people have done.

Link doesn’t tend to sleep during the day. He is a ball of energy even when it doesn’t show, so having him finally sit down and relax was a miracle to say the least. There was a part of you that would like to leave him to his rest but considering he had trapped you under his body. Well a part of you was as his head was resting on your lap. There was a part of you that wanted to braid his hair, which was typically ok. But you couldn’t tell how deep asleep he was. First you pick up some wild flowers that were in reach organizing them a bit. They were small enough that you could do something funny.

So with a light hand and a ton of love, you gently take his hair being mindful of his sleep.

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This wasn’t the first time the Old Man™️ had woken up with flowers in his hair and it really wont be the last time. So he honestly sat up from your embrace not realizing while his hair was now indeed braided, it also had flowers woven through. “Good morning my love.” You said cupping his face admiring your work but also his pretty boy face.

“More like Good Afternoon.” Time said leaning down to kiss you. “Thanking you for doing my hair.” You had to stop yourself from giggling, you really wanted to point out the flowers. But you kept silent. Time, the observant man, noticed your amusement almost immediately. “What did you do-“ he reaches up to feel the soft bumps of the flowers.

“Keep it in?” I asked before he could comment.

There was a pause before he sighs “ok.” He said with a soft smile. “But I have to take them out tonight.”

“Of course!”

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Twilight can’t really help himself when it comes to cuddling up with you. He liked holding you to much. It didn’t occur to him that you would take this time to mess with him. Granted Twilight’s hair wasn’t long enough but you manage to get some flowers in there. You didn’t expect him to run his hand through his hair ruining all your hard work. “Twi!” You cried as that took you a long time to do!

Honestly he was stunned to see flowers coming from his hair before turning sheepish. “Sorry Darling.” He looked so guilty that you couldn’t stay mad but how dare he use puppy eyes against you!

You could only hold on for so long before you playfully collapse in his arms “fineee I’ll forgive you this time.”

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The Captain wasn’t used to getting knocked out instantly as he was a light sleepier and the fact he was sleeping in the afternoon instead of training was a miracle. You took advantage of this fully. Though you had made sure to be very careful, even then the captain finally awakens sadly. “Hi darling.” He shifts so he could lean up to kiss you.

“Hi Sleeping beauty.” Even when awake you continue to braid flowers in his hair. “Your hair is soft.”

He hums leaning into your touch “With how long it is I have to take care of it.” He was slowly going back to dream land, “do we have to leave yet?”

“No, I think we have more time go back to sleep.” You didn’t have to convince him further.

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Sky was a deep sleeper we knew this. Everyone and their mother knew this. So you took your time weaving flowers in his hair. You had taken out a few of the Loftwing feathers and beads in his hair before redoing all of it. Making sure his original hair accessories were now framed with the flowers in his hair.

It honestly took a few hours before he actually woke up. “Ngh…” He shifts finally as he woke up. He look down at your now asleep in his arms. Thats how long it took him to wake up. Sky blinks as he processes that your asleep first before his hair was different. Sky kisses his forehead. “I love you.” He whispers as he silently wishes you only the sweetest of dreams. Some of his now braided hair falls and he finally sees your work. “Oh…” he reached back and gently pull forward more of his hair to see what you done and that only filled his heart more with warmth. He holds you closer nuzzling his face in your hair opting to thank you later and let you relax.

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Legend barely takes naps. He admittedly refuses to. You don’t know how he did it. But he managed to fall asleep in your arms. Which while cute had put you in a particularly bad position as you wanted to move. Your legs were becoming numb and you didn’t have any more flower to sneak into his hair. It wasn’t until one of the boys (you didn’t bother to look) screamed while wrestling. Which caused Legend to bolt up. You were quick to wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s just the others play fighting.” You soothe him as you could tell the veteran was panicking a bit.

“Wha- oh. Goddess… why.” Bunny boy closed his eyes to take a few moments before flopping back down on you. The flowers now crushed in his hair. Legend grumbles reaching up “did you put flowers in my hair?”

You hummed “yeah…” it was automatic for you to start playing with his hair you slowly take out the crushed flowers. Anything to make Legend to relax again.

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Fairies love Hyrule. Fairies also love flowers. So when they saw you braiding flowers into Hyrule’s unruly hair they had to join in. Honestly at this point you were sure some flowers got onto your hair as the fairies were all around. It took awhile for Hyrule to wake up. But when he does he was slow to fully wake up. Sitting up some of the more loose flowers fall out and on his lap. He stares down at them then at you. “You look pretty.” He mumbled as he reaches to touch some of the flowers in your hair.

“You look handsome yourself.” You said, Hyrule pauses and you can see the math in his head as he processes. He snorts and began to laugh when he finally figures it out. “Hey! I am right!” You giggle with him as you wrap your arms around him.

He kisses your cheek then moves to place on to your forehead. “You’re adorable.”

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Wild doesn’t do well with naps. The boy has to much energy and like a hummingbird you are 50% sure he might die if he stopped moving fully. Though that doesn’t really matter as you had got him to sit still and relax for a few moments. A miracle truly.

It was time to move out and begrudgingly you had to walk the Champion up. “Wild.” You shake his shoulder “it’s time to get up.” He only grumbles as he slowly gets up not even bothered by the flowers in his hair as it always has things inside of it.

“Good morning.” He mumbles as he helps you up standing. You end up not telling him as watching the others debate on it too but also just letting it be.

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You coudn’t see the Minish. As much as you wanted to, but you know this was the Minish’s doing as while you were braiding Four’s hair flowers keep appearing. So it was ether the Minish or some mysterious creature was supplying you with Flowers. At this point you were making a flower crown out of his sash. Just because you could.

“Darling….” Four shifts turning in your lap so he was looking up at you “what are you doing.”

“Playing with you.” You snickered as it was the truth. “Sorry if i woke you up.”

“It’s fine…” He mumbles turning around again “can you take them out?”

You hummed pretending to think about it. “Finnne.”

[reverie-starlight]

fem!reader, no physical description, you’re basically her PR person. pro hero!momo, in my mind you're both in your twenties.

secret mutual pining, kinda fluffy, maybe the closest thing to angst you’ll get from me for now <3

pining for momo yaoyorozu and not realizing it’s mutual.

you’ve known her for years, now. you didn’t have the pleasure of knowing her in high school, but she often mentions how much closer she feels to you than anyone who did.

you work for her behind the scenes, help her with her social media, book talk shows and interviews… but maybe more importantly, you’re someone she can rely on.

a friend.

you’re not sure exactly how you came to be so close, but you certainly don’t mind at all. you remember being at her side from the start of both of your careers, so you’ve truly grown together, in and out of the workplace.

a best friend.

you’re also not sure exactly when you begin to fall for her, but you don’t dare question it. in fact, you try your best to push it down out of fear you’ll ruin the best thing you’ve ever been a part of.

she’s spent so many phone calls with you singing your praises and thanking you for all of your support, unknowingly causing butterflies to erupt within you.

she cries in your arms when the days just get too much to handle, and then you're soothing her to sleep, letting her rest in your bed, getting in next to her. these are all things a good friend would do, wouldn't even think twice of. you watch her breathe, press your cheek to her hair and continue to stroke up and down her back... you play pretend for a moment and it's so very clear...

there's no way you could ever see her as just a friend.

one night, weeks later, you dream of leaning your head on her arm in the backseat of a car. you’re laughing together and she’s talking about something you can’t register because dream-you is too busy making note of the warmth of her toned arm. even from years of hero work, her skin is silky smooth. wounds endured have now faded into pale scars, bumps and bruises have disappeared for the time being.

the following morning, you’re barely able to look at her without thinking of the kiss you shared and the loving words you both whispered.

that same day, she comes back from patrol with new scrapes and bruises, but you notice that instead of heading to the infirmary she had been so adamant on adding to the floor plans of her agency’s building, she comes right to you.

and you gladly patch her up, even if it’s clumsy and not nearly as good of a job as the nurses could do. you apologize and she just smiles and thanks you.

neither of you say anything about your clasped hands or how you’re running your thumb over hers.

and poor momo doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. she’s not so unaware of her own feelings that she doesn’t know she’s falling for her best friend, but she’s conflicted.

do you feel the same? would you be disgusted with her for having feelings for someone who is still technically her employee and coworker? no, she’ll push it down and try to forget about it.

it’s safer that way, she reasons.

she’ll do talk shows and brush off any questions about her love life, subconsciously letting her eyes flicker to you for a moment. she hates the interviewer for asking her that with you in the room, not really understanding why she feels guilty when you’re not even together.

even her friends from high school have begun to comment on how close the two of you seem, teasing her about how she gets starry eyed when you’re close by.

one night she dreams that you’re cooking with her in her penthouse apartment, stealing kisses and cuddling on the couch. her dream self does her best to memorize every second of it- the feel of your hands on her with a sort of gentleness she’s never felt from you before. the smell of your perfume, one she remembers your dream-self saying she picked out just for your date.

she can’t look at your properly the next morning without remembering how you looked twisted so comfortably in her sheets under different circumstances than you normally would be.

later that same day, she decides to go straight to you after patrol, praying to whoever would listen that you’d patch her up and she could feel your hands on her again. no matter how brief and how cold in comparison to what she had experienced in her dreams, she'll take it.

because she's pining, and anything is better than nothing.

and you'll continue to do it for the same reasons.

neither of you will say anything yet, out of fear of changing something that's healthier than any other relationship both of you have ever been in, so strong, so good, despite not even being together.

but maybe one day you won’t just be dreaming.

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hmmmm idk folks, I hope it didn't get confusing at any point. I'm trying a whole bunch of different styles, so I figured this would be interesting at best. and I desperately needed to write for momo, she's my everything <3

(I am so open to expanding on this in the future btw, I'm a sucker for fluffy bnha girls)

[kallie-den]

Reflection Part Two

After brainwashing Emma's brother into her twin sister, the unscrupulous hypnotist Natasha takes her out for a makeover...

The Original

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Left foot. Pause a beat. Right foot. Another beat. Then the left again - but Ella had to hastily shift her foot inward, closer in line with the other, changing her gate, making her hips swing ever so slightly as she walked. For a moment, she had it.

Then, Ella tripped.

It was only Natasha’s arm, draped around her shoulder, that kept her from sprawling across the ground. Ella turned to her, face already searing with the deepest, most biting shame, and was met with a crooked, shit-eating grin that made her spine shiver.

“Careful there, doll,” Natasha drawled. “Everyone’s watching. You don’t want to stand out too much from Emma, do you?”

The comment cut right through Ella, and left her trembling with its cruel force. Stand out. That was the very, very last thing she wanted. The very idea was intolerable.

She was a reflection. Her twin sister’s reflection. Nothing less, and nothing more.

But it was so hard. As the three of them walked together - Ella, her sister Emma, and Natasha, their girlfriend - imitating Emma took all of Ella’s concentration. She’d never had to focus so hard on the simple act of walking. It was strange; Ella’s body seemed so insistently wrong for all the ways Emma moved. Her limbs were ungainly, her shoulders too wide, her curves too slight. She was struggling so very much with the one-inch heels Emma had given her. It was as if Ella had never worn heels before in her life. It pained her that she was unable to handle the four-inch high heels Emma was sporting - although in some ways, that was a kindness. Thanks to that one disparity, however unforgivable, the two of them at least stood at the same height.

“No,” Ella said in a small voice, as Natasha stared expectantly at her. “O-of course not.”

More shame. Ella cringed at herself and glanced at the ground as she heard her voice crack and dip into the deep register that came so naturally to her, buzzing in her chest rather than her head, making her words come out low and flat instead of high and bright. Speaking like Emma was something else that did not come naturally.

Why? Why did Ella have to be such a flawed reflection?

“Hm.” Natasha took a moment to leer at Ella, a creepy, sadistic light in her eyes. “Let’s get a move on. We’re almost there.”

Emma nodded obediently - and because of that, so did Ella. Both of them fell in next to Natasha, pressed up to her side, and they started walking again.

Left foot. Beat. Right foot. Hips. Small steps.

It wasn’t quite true that everyone was watching, but the three of them certainly did make a distinctive trio as they walked down the street. Emma and Ella were conspicuous in their similarity; their faces, their hair, and their makeup were uncanny. Even their clothes were as close as could be, the leggings and hoodies carefully picked out from Emma’s wardrobe for that very reason. Twin sisters were always bound to attract attention, Ella supposed, especially when they seemed to be trying to erase their individuality rather than emphasize it.

But really, it was Natasha’s presence that made the three stand out so much. The tall, lanky trans woman stood between the twins, walking with a languid, bent-over posture, her arms draped over each of their shoulders in a manner that was unmistakably possessive. Ella and Emma were both pressed to her side, looking up at her with expressions of fawning eagerness on their faces that were an ill match for the creepy, leering grin on Natasha’s.

A very tall woman with two identical twins for girlfriends, walking through the mall? Now that was a spectacle.

Girlfriend. That word sat strangely with Ella. She was… Natasha’s girlfriend? That seemed to make little sense. After all, she thought Natasha was creepy. She’d come to town specifically because she wanted to make sure nothing was amiss with Emma, given her newfound lesbianism.

Ella broke step for a split second. She felt like she’d just stumbled on something important. Something that made her feel more like herself, paradoxically. Something she needed to hold on to. Yes, she’d come visiting because she’d been harboring suspicions about Emma’s new girlfriend-

There it was. The reason.

Natasha was Emma’s girlfriend. Ella was Emma’s reflection. Therefore, Natasha was Ella’s girlfriend too.

It just wouldn’t make sense otherwise.

Ella slipped back into rhythm. What was it that had seemed so important? The half-formed thought was already gone.

She was Natasha’s girlfriend - just like Emma. It was obvious. Maybe it was unfortunate, having to date a woman who set alarm bells ringing in her head. But that was just the way it had to be.

The cost of being a good, identical, twin sister.

“Here we are,” Emma announced. The three of them came to a halt, and Ella turned to look at their destination.

A women’s clothing store.

Ella shivered.

“I’m so excited!” Natasha said gleefully. Her tone of voice spoke of an unhealthy interest. “You two are going to look amazing together.”

Ella blushed again. The prospect made her uncomfortably eager.

Natasha quickly led them inside, and all three of them started moving through the rows of clothes, pausing now and then as something caught Natasha or Emma’s eye. If they agreed, they would hold up the garment to Ella, so that Emma could see how it might look on herself. It was as if she was using Ella as a mirror.

And nothing could have made Ella happier. Every time they turned to Ella, she held as still as she could, turning ever so slightly this way or that to match Emma’s posture. As uncomfortable as she felt with Natasha’s machinations, this was exactly the feeling she craved. This was the need that had been written into her being.

A mirror. A reflection. Nothing more.

Even so, as Natasha and Emma dashed from rack to rack, gushing over their finds, Ella found herself hanging back. She still showed enthusiasm - at least, whenever Emma did - but she couldn’t help noting the way that Natasha seemed to be gravitating towards dresses most of all. That filled Ella with trepidation. To her, dresses felt like foreign objects. It was as if she’d never worn one before - which was strange, for a woman, she figured, but maybe not that strange.

After all, Emma had always been something of a tomboy. She didn’t usually wear dresses. So, why would Ella have?

Now, though, she seemed keener on them. Practically every time she came upon a dress, she turned to look at Ella with an expression of overbearing glee on her face.

“Hey,” Emma said conspiratorially to Natasha, as she plucked yet another dress from the rack. “What about this one?”

It was a blue, frilly, short number that made Ella shiver just from looking at it. Natasha gave an unpleasant laugh.

“Wow, look at you,” she teased. “I didn’t think you’d be so keen to play dolly dress-up with your darling ‘sissy’ - but look at you.”

Both of them giggled at the double entendre - and Emma turned a deep red, squirming as she did.

“It’s…” she stammered. “It’s just…”

“Hot?” Natasha seized. “Pervert.”

Emma squirmed again. She looked desperately embarrassed, but the way her blush kept deepening made it clear that her embarrassment too was a source of pleasure.

“It’s not my f-fault,” Emma stammered. “You… y-you did this to m-me!”

“Oh yeah?” Natasha slipped a hand around Emma’s waist and pulled her closer. “I did all this? I put every one of those fucked-up little incest freak fantasies in your head, word by word?”

Emma pouted in protest, even as she clung tight to Natasha’s side. “That’s… well… you… you made me find it h-hot!”

“I guess I did, babe,” Natasha admitted. She was running her hand across Natasha’s hip now, and then around to cup and squeeze her ass. Emma whimpered, but clung even tighter. “And I made you find that hot, too. You love being my brainwashed, willing little accomplice. You love being my fetish-brained girlfriend so bad, you’re rubbing your hands together with glee at what we’re going to do to your ex-brother.”

“I… I…” Natasha’s words were evidently striking a deep chord within Emma. Ella’s twin was all but moaning as she tried desperately to form some kind of rebuttal, before eventually she gave up and gave in. “Fuck!” Emma panted. “I do! Fuck. It’s so fucking hot. Y-you did this to me, and I love it.”

“She came down here to rescue you.” Natasha was merciless. Her hands were all over Emma now. “Remember? But look at what you’re doing. Betraying her. Entrapping her. You’re so fucked up, Em. What kind of person does that to their own sibling?”

“A p-pervert,” Emma breathed. “I just… I just… I c-can’t help it.”

Natasha laughed at her. “You really can’t, can you?” She glanced over at Ella and cocked an eyebrow. “Wow. Look at what you’re doing to her, even now.”

Emma turned to look too, and her embarrassment faded as a look of equally twisted glee formed on her face. “Oh my god.”

Ella whimpered.

As she had been standing and watching Natasha tease Emma, both excitement and shame had been building within Ella’s body. Every time Emma blushed, she felt it. Every time Emma squirmed or shivered, she felt it. Every time Natasha touched Emma, Ella felt lighting shocks of pleasure racing through her body. Every one of Emma’s expressions was mirrored on her face, and Ella couldn’t help but partake in Emma’s perverse enjoyment of her own downfall.

She was a reflection. Nothing more than a reflection.

“Look at her,” Emma simpered. “She’s barely keeping it together!”

Both of them laughed. It was true. Though Ella had simply been reflecting the spark of Emma’s pleasure, it had lit a fire in her that would not go out. She couldn’t control herself now. Ella was swaying from side to side, her face burning, sweat forming on her brow. She felt like she might pass out or keel over. Ella had never been so embarrassed or so flustered. She wanted to disappear, and the knowledge that she couldn’t, that they were in public, sent pulses of heat racing through her.

Ella couldn’t handle it. It was too much.

It just wouldn’t stop. The pleasure. The arousal. All of it. If anything, now that Emma was focused on her, it was even more intense. Ella couldn’t help but feel a little of Emma’s sadistic glee at her plight. She could see it in Emma’s eyes, in her flushed cheeks, in the way she shifted her legs as she stared. But somehow, Ella couldn’t quite process that. It short-circuited her, sending her deeper and deeper into a spiral of humiliated arousal that grew more and more intense the longer Natasha and Emma spent staring at her.

And most of all, what she was conscious of was the tent her erection was forming in her leggings.

“God,” Natasha mocked. “What a naughty twin sister.”

Ella whimpered.

“Hey, sis.” Emma pulled the blue dress she’d been looking at off the rack and held it up to Ella’s form. “What do you think? You like this one?”

“Why ask her?” Natasha put in. “It’s not like she has an opinion anymore.”

“You never know,” Emma replied. “Maybe Ella here has something to say for herself.”

Her tone dispelled the notion that her words were anything but mean-spirited. Even though she knew she was being set up to fail, a small part of Ella wanted desperately to try and rise to the occasion. To answer Emma’s question. It was hard - it went against her ingrained urges, and the way her head was clouded with arousal made clear thinking more difficult than ever - but even so, with her cheeks still flushed, Ella opened her mouth.

“I… I… I think…” she began to say.

She wanted to tell them she didn’t like it. After all, Ella didn’t wear dresses, did she? Why would she start now? Dresses were all wrong for her. She had the sense of that, somehow.

But then it hit her. The deep, overbearing fear: what if she answered wrong? There was an absurdity to that worry; how could Ella be wrong about her own opinion? But Ella knew how. She knew what she was supposed to think. What she was supposed to be.

She hung her head. “W-what do you think, Emma?” she asked.

Natasha and Emma both howled with mocking laughter. It was fortunate that the store wasn’t busy. Ella, meanwhile, just shrank away as she waited for a reply.

“You know,” Emma mused. “I think I like it. Actually… I think I love it. I think it looks amazing.”

She was smiling sincerely enough as she spoke, and perhaps that was why, after a few moments, a sudden, sickly sense of goodwill started to blossom within Ella. She nodded eagerly.

“Yeah,” she echoed. “It’s lovely.”

She meant it. That was the worst part.

“Well, good news!” Natasha announced, after she finished tittering. “Looks like it comes in both of your sizes.” She plucked another dress off the rack and thrust it towards Emma. “Both of you, go get changed.”

Ella was torn between a deep, buried urge to assert herself, and the newfound fondness she had for the dress. For a moment, she froze - but after Emma took the dress and started heading off obediently toward the changing rooms, so, inevitably, did she.

-

In just a few minutes, after the two of them had changed and Emma had paid, the three were walking out of the store and into the street.

Only this time, Emma and Ella were both wearing blue, frilly, mid-length dresses.

Once again, Ella’s feelings were mixed. On her own, in the changing room, she’d felt clumsy and foolish for the way she’d struggled to put on the unfamiliar garment. She’d tried to judge her own appearance by looking in the mirror - but what was that worth? The mirror showed her nothing more than a reflection of a reflection.

When she’d seen Emma, though, all of that had evaporated. All her worry and anxiety had been vanquished by an overwhelming feeling of affirmation.

They were the same. They were identical. Now more than ever. It was perfect.

The glow of that feeling had kept her warm ever since, although now they were back on the street, it was starting to fade a little. Ella couldn’t help but notice all the unfamiliar sensations that went with wearing a dress, like how the slightest gust of wind made the skirt billow and blow. It made her freshly realize that she really, truly, hadn’t ever worn a dress before.

Wasn’t that strange, for a girl?

Natasha and Emma, meanwhile were all over her - Natasha with her detached, sadistic, power-tripping bemusement, and Emma with her lurid, half-embarrassed, fetishistic glee. They seemed to adore how Ella looked in the dress.

“Where should we go next?” Natasha was asking. “Maybe a hair salon? Her hair looks OK already, but it could be better.”

“Yeah,” Emma agreed. Her cheeks were still stained with pink. “Yeah.”

“Or…” Natasha added slowly. “A tattoo parlor. I just love the idea of the two of you with some matching ink.”

Emma’s breath caught, and she almost moaned. Ella blushed too.

Then, an unexpected voice caught all of their attention.

“Hey, Em! Is that you?”

As one, Emma and Ella froze and turned to look, and Ella saw a woman - oddly familiar, somehow - rushing toward them.

“Um, hey,” Emma replied slowly. She looked like a deer in headlights.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s you!” the other woman gushed. “I was just across the street, and I saw you, and I just had to come and say ‘hi’! And are these your…”

She looked at Natasha only briefly, but when the woman looked at Ella, her eyes widened in palpable surprise.

“You two are…” she said cautiously. “Is that… Ethan, is that you?”

Ethan. The name struck Ella like a thunderbolt.

“I… I…” Ella stammered, voice slipping uncertainly between higher and lower registers. She glanced at Natasha and Emma for support, but they both looked equally taken aback by the unplanned interruption. “Um…”

“Remember me? Abigail?” the woman - Abigail - prompted. “I work with your sister. We met last year, at a party.”

“R-right,” Ella replied, although he didn’t remember at all. Everything before the previous night was still so blurred. She had a lot of questions, but one of them stood head and shoulders above the rest:

Why had Abigail called her Ethan?

“We had a nice chat, that’s all,” Abigail supplied helpfully. “But you look… uh…”

She must have seen the dress before, but now, as she looked Ella up and down, it was like gears were turning in her head. By the time she spoke again, she was blushing.

“O-oh, I’m sorry,” Abigail blurted out. “That’s… I feel so silly! I could have sworn Emma said Ethan was her only sibling, I had no idea she had a twin sister too.”

Ella froze. Slowly, an awkward, uneven, dumb grin started to appear on her face. She couldn’t help it. She wanted to ask about this Ethan so badly - she didn’t have a brother, did she? - but the sheer, deafening affirmation of being treated like Emma’s twin was sweeping through her. It stirred her body. It soothed her soul.

She was such a good reflection.

Emma’s twin. That was right. Wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

“Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!” Abigail laughed self-consciously and started turning away. “Let me get out of her and lick my wounds, and leave you to whatever. I’ll see you on Monday, Em!”

She waved, and so did Emma - and then she was gone. Ella was left with Natasha and Emma once more.

After a moment, the tension broke, and the other woman started giggling like naughty teenagers.

“Oh my god!” Natasha wheezed. “She really… I mean Ella really does look… but wow. Holy shit.”

“Y-yeah.” Emma’s laughter was tainted by plain arousal. “G-god. I just have a sister now. God. Fuck. You really… you turned him into… holy shit. Holy shit!”

It wasn’t the first time today they had made comments like that. Previously, Ella had been content to brush it off, or even vicariously share in Emma’s amusement. Not now, though. Now, that seemed more absurd than ever. Like laughing at an in-joke she clearly didn’t get. Instead, their comments struck an unnatural chord within Ella.

Ethan. It was that name. Ethan. It was still bothering her.

That realization prompted another: something was going on here. Something was wrong. Something had been done to her. Ella saw herself with fresh eyes, just for a moment, and realized how twisted it all was. The way she couldn’t think. The dress. The way she was helpless to do anything but mimic Emma.

She was in danger. She needed to figure this out.

“I need…” Ella muttered, staggering away from her sister and her girlfriend. “Gotta… clear my head.”

Before they could reply, she bolted towards a nearby alley. Somewhere out of sight. Somewhere private. That was what she needed. Once she was around a corner and alone, hidden from the street, Ella slumped against the nearest wall.

What was happening to her?

Lost memories were starting to return to her, slotting back into gaps Ella hadn’t even known were there. She’d come here to rescue Emma from Natasha. She remembered that clearly now. How had she gotten so derailed she was letting them pick out her clothes? And Natasha! How had Ella’s head gotten so messed up that she’d thought of that awful person as her girlfriend? Now the absurdity of it was striking her, she was horrified she hadn’t noticed it sooner.

And most of all, what was coming back to her was a picture of herself as a very, very different kind of person. Different clothes. Different attitude. Independent. Masculine.

Ethan.

“Ella!” came Natasha’s teasing, sing-song voice. “Where did you get off to?”

She was already getting closer. Ella was struck with the sudden sense that she was prey, and that Natasha - and her sister, too - were the hunters. She wanted to flee, but the alley led nowhere, and besides, she was in no state to run or fight. Her head was spinning dangerously. It was all she could do to keep herself upright.

“C’mon, Ella,” Natasha called out. “What are you trying to do, running off by yourself? Where’s a reflection supposed to go, without the real thing?”

Ella had to clench a hand into a fist to suppress the helpless pining the taunt awoke in her. She really felt it: that tidal pull, drawing her back to Emma’s side where she belonged.

But - no. No! She didn’t belong like that. She was something else. Someone else. A person of her own.

Ethan. Right?

The image of who she used to be was still taking form in Ella’s head as Natasha and Emma rounded the corner. A vicious, thrilled look was lit up all over Natasha’s face, while Emma looked slightly more reserved. Regretful, even. She just hung back, while Natasha moved forward as if to corner Ella.

“What’s the matter?” Natasha cooed, voice thick with faux-concern. “You look a little confused, Ella.”

“Don’t call me that!” Ella cried. Even the name was dangerous. It tempted her back to Emma’s side.

“But it’s your name,” Natasha said knowingly. “Isn’t it?”

“My name is… is…” Ella couldn’t bring herself to say it. That other name. She just wasn’t sure, so she decided to focus on what she did know instead. “You did something to me!” she spat. “You messed with m-my head!”

“Messed with your head? That’s ridiculous,” Natasha replied, but Emma tugged hesitantly at her sleeve.

“I dunno, Nat,” Emma said hesitantly. She looked truly torn. “Maybe we should just… leave hi-… um, her alone for a bit?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “You too, huh? I’m surprised.”

For a moment, Ella’s heart went out to her sister. Her desire to save her from Natasha’s clutches was rekindled. For as much as Emma had been helping to torment her, it was abundantly clear she was under Natasha’s sway. Maybe she was waking up, just as Ella was. Maybe Ella could get through to her. If they stuck together, surely they could figure all of this out.

When Natasha spoke again, her undiminished confidence instantly crushed Ella’s hopes.

“Oh well.” Natasha shrugged. “Two birds, one stone.” She turned to Emma. “Look at me, babe.”

Emma shrank into herself a little. She glanced at the floor, but couldn’t seem to bring herself to leave Natasha’s side. “C’mon,” she said quietly. “N-not right now. Isn’t this going a bit too far?”

“Look. At. Me,” Natasha insisted.

Slowly, even though Ella was willing her not to, Emma turned her eyes upwards until she was meeting Natasha’s gaze. At once, her breathing seemed to slow.

“C’mon…” she whimpered again, but her heart wasn’t in it.

“Emma,” Natasha said to her. “Quiet Mind.”

The hypnotic trigger took hold of Ella’s sister immediately. Her eyelids drooped and she started to sway, any hint of defiance draining rapidly from her face. Ella was horrified by the way it took just moments for Natasha to completely subdue her. Natasha lifted a hand and stroked Emma’s cheek; the touch made the hypnotized woman shiver.

“There we go,” Natasha said to Ella, as she held Emma’s gaze. “I didn’t think she still had it in her. She was having so much fun, after all.”

“S-stop,” Ella whispered. “Leave her alone.”

A whisper was all she could muster. After all, it was affecting her too. Ella found herself unable to look away from Emma, and the dazed, blank, submissive expression that had dawned on her face. Once again, it was pulling at her: the urge to reflect. To be her twin. To be the mirror.

To mirror her submission to Natasha.

“Emma,” Ella pleaded. “Wake up.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Natasha smirked. “She just needs a little refresher.” She addressed Emma again. “Look at Ella for me, Emma. Look at what you helped me do to your brother.”

Slowly, Emma turned and fixed her glassy eyes on Ella.

“She barely even knows who she is anymore,” Natasha whispered, and her words sent shivers down both siblings’ spines. “Her name. Her gender. She’s just a shadow of you now. Twisted. Feminized.” Natasha licked her lips. “Isn’t it fucking hot?”

Ella trembled as she saw Emma’s cheeks start to fill with color.

“Just picture the two of you,” Natasha went on. “Wrapped up in each other. Identical. Kissing, touching… it’s so wrong, isn’t it? But you know how good it would feel. Don’t you want to play with your reflection, Emma?”

To Ella’s horror, Emma slowly nodded. She was blushing more and more as the seconds wore on, her implanted fetishes overwhelming her better judgment.

And once more, Ella couldn’t help but feel it too.

“There we go,” Natasha cooed. “This is just a tiny little roadblock. Don’t worry. The two of you will be happy, pretty, fucked-up little twin sisters soon enough. You’ll help me… won’t you, Emma?”

Emma nodded. Ella’s heart sank.

“Perfect,” Natasha purred. “OK, Ella. Your turn.”

Ella grit her teeth. She couldn’t pretend that seeing Emma give in to Natasha so swiftly wasn’t having an effect on her, but Natasha’s words had, at least, given her something to hold on to. After all, she’d practically confessed to what she’d done to Ella.

“No,” she said, as firmly as she could. “No way. Get away from us.”

“I don’t think so,” Natasha replied cockily. “Emma. Show her. Kneel.”

Obediently, Emma sank to her knees. Ella frowned, confused, as an unwelcome mix of emotions hit her.

“Look at her, Ella,” Natasha said. Ella flinched. The name still felt like a magic spell being cast on her. “Look into her.”

“No,” Ella whispered, but she couldn’t help looking. Emma captivated her. The utter, blank submission of her pose. The look of faint, hazy lust in her eyes.

“She looks just like you, doesn’t she?” Natasha’s voice carried an air of dangerous finality.

“No,” Ella shook her head instinctively. “No, she-“

She froze. How could she deny it? They did. They really did. Ella and Emma had always looked pretty similar - despite her confusion about her own identity, she could sense the truth of that. And now, it was all but uncanny. They were wearing the same dresses. The same makeup. Their heels made them the same height. Abigail, Emma’s coworker, had taken them for twin sisters.

Maybe. Maybe they really were. Ella found herself uncertain again.

“The same face,” Natasha said, her voice soothing. “Exactly the same face. Look at her expression, Ella. You can picture that expression on your face too, can’t you?”

All could. All too easily, she could. Ella could feel tiny muscles twitching in her face. The thought was an irresistible tic. The psychological equivalent of an earworm.

What if she made that face? Would she look exactly like Emma?

Ella tried her hardest to hold back. She was afraid that if she adopted her sister’s expression, she wouldn’t be able to stop.

“And look at how she’s kneeling,” Natasha continued, “you could do that too, couldn’t you?”

Ella shook her head again. “N-no. No.”

“You couldn’t?” Natasha tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Of course you could! It would be easy. Just drop to your knees, Ella. Right now. That’s all you have to do.”

Ella paled as her legs went weak. It seemed so tempting, suddenly. She knew, she just knew, it would be satisfying to kneel. Like seeing the last piece of a puzzle slot into place.

“N-no,” she said. Even to her, her voice sounded weak.

“No, no, no,” Natasha mocked. “Is that all you can say? Like a broken record. Like… like an echo.” Her smile was nasty. “Perfect.”

“I’m not!” Ella protested. It was so unfair. How was she supposed to find words when her head was spinning like this? “I’m not an echo or a reflection! I’m m-my own person!”

“Really? That so?” Natasha challenged.

“Yes!” Ella summoned up as much of her will as remained. She wasn’t going to let Natasha beat her. “I am!”

She wanted to be her own person. That was the thought that became her source of strength. Ella wasn’t sure who she was, exactly, but she was sure that she didn’t want to go back to being just a reflection. She couldn’t bear it any longer: the hopeless, never-ending anxiety and inadequacy. Ella was desperate for more. To be real. To be whole.

“I’m not a reflection,” she vowed. “I’m me. I’m real.”

The last thing she expected was for Natasha to simply nod and shrug.

“Alright then,” she said lightly. “I guess you are.”

Ella was so surprised she almost tipped over. She’d been leaning into the wind; now the wind was gone, she was unbalanced. “H-huh?”

“Lemme ask you something,” Natasha put to her. “If you look at something and its reflection, what’s the difference?”

Ella blinked. There had to be a trick, but she couldn’t see it.

“One’s… real?” she said, like it was obvious.

“Right,” Natasha agreed. “But if you’re just looking, you can’t tell, can you?”

Ella furrowed her brow. “What… what are you…”

Natasha grinned proudly at her. “Maybe you’re the real thing. And Emma’s the reflection.”

That simple possibility froze Ella in her tracks. She was lost for words. She’d never dared to consider it before. Emma, her reflection? It sounded wrong, somehow. Twisted. And yet…

“I’m… the real thing?” Ella asked, a pathetic note of hope creeping into her voice.

“It seems like it,” Natasha told her. “And she’s your reflection.”

A sigh of longing escaped Ella’s lips. It was exactly what she’d wanted to hear. There was something intoxicating about the notion: she was real, not Emma. Her. It made her feel powerful. Now, as she looked down at her sister, kneeling and hypnotized, Ella couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of superiority.

It made sense now. The reason Emma had taken such joy in taunting her.

And amidst the euphoria of her new station, Ella’s concerns about her own identity slipped out of sight.

“I’m the real thing,” Ella said, with growing confidence. “I am. Me.”

“That’s right,” Natasha assured her. “You. Ella.”

Ella found herself nodding along. She was still suspicious of Natasha, of course, but she couldn’t deny that the other woman seemed to have changed her tune. She was helping Ella now, and with every affirmation she offered, Ella’s head seemed to grow a little clearer. A little freer of distraction and doubt.

“You know, I heard all about it from her,” Natasha added, after a moment. “You two, growing up together. She may be your twin, but she was always your little sister, right? Following you around. Imitating you. Trying to be like you.”

Again, Ella nodded. Natasha’s words rang true. She remembered that much, even if the exact details - ages, genders - remained fuzzy.

“Just like a reflection would,” Natasha told her. “Right? Reflecting the original. Reflecting you.”

Emma certainly looked more like a reflection than anything else, Ella thought. She was still kneeling, still stunned and dazed from the trigger word Natasha had used to drop her. There seemed to be nothing going on in her head at all. The only sign she was more than a mannequin was the way she kept occasionally squirming from the humiliating arousal she felt at her situation.

But that made sense too, Ella realized. After all, she was turned on too. Emma was just reflecting her.

Once she realized that, the very thought had Ella spellbound.

“If only she understood her place,” Natasha lamented. “Maybe you can show her.”

“Show her… how?” Ella asked dumbly.

“She needs to see how similar you can be,” Natasha suggested. “How identical you are. Like she showed you, yesterday. So, go on. Show her.”

She gestured down, toward the ground next to where Emma was kneeling. For a brief moment, Ella was on her guard. Was Natasha telling her to kneel? Ella wasn’t going to do that… or so she’d thought.

She wouldn’t kneel for Natasha. But this wasn’t about her. This was about proving she was real. And besides, it just felt right.

So, Ella let herself sink to her knees.

“There,” Natasha said softly. “Isn’t that better?”

Ella nodded - and was filled with a dizzying rush when Emma did too. She was feeling it again: the euphoria of being perfectly in sync with her twin. And this time, any anxieties about Natasha’s intentions were being kept at bay. There was no need to second-guess. Ella could simply enjoy the moment.

“The two of you really do look so alike,” Natasha marveled. “Perfect mirror images. It’s uncanny. Although… it could be a little better, I suppose.”

Ella watched a wounded look flash across Emma’s face, and felt the same expression on her own. After such ecstatic praise, it felt awful to hear that they weren’t quite perfect.

“Maybe if you tilt your face up just a little,” Natasha suggested to Ella. Her energy, her enthusiasm, perfectly matched Ella’s. It was so easy to be pulled into her flow. “That’s it. And let your shoulders drop. Good. Make sure Emma’s mirroring you perfectly.”

The tension drained from Ella’s shoulders as she complied with Natasha’s advice. It was so easy. Like slipping back into a familiar groove.

“Shouldn’t…” Ella said slowly, as the worry came to her, “she be copying me? Not the other way around?”

“You’re just teaching her a lesson,” Natasha assured her at once. “Showing her how to be a proper reflection. Our poor Emma needs a little education. Isn’t that what big twin sisters are for?”

Ella nodded at once. It was so nice to be recognized as the superior between them. The real deal.

“Now,” Natasha went on, “there’s your breathing. Look at how Emma’s breathing. Nice and slow. Nice and deep. Watch her chest rise and fall. You can do that too, right Ella?”

Of course she could. Ella was quick to demonstrate. She let the gentle swelling of Emma’s chest guide her as she slowly filled her lungs with air, before letting it all out again. Nice and slow. Nice and deep. The more she breathed, the more any sense of alarm or fear faded from her mind.

“And you, Emma,” Natasha added. “Now you’re too shallow. Breathe deeper. Just like Ella.”

Ella hadn’t realized they were out of sync. But now, as Emma breathed deeper and deeper, bringing herself even further into trance, Ella worked to keep pace with her.

“There we are.” Natasha finally seemed satisfied. “You’re identical. Inside and out. Inside and out. Exactly the same.”

Her peculiar emphasis on the phrase caught Ella’s ear. She wanted to ask, but it wouldn’t seem right. Not without Emma asking too, and she couldn’t be sure of that. Ella found herself paralyzed by that uncertainty. Trapped, staring into the mirror.

“Yes, inside and out,” Natasha said, as if sensing her response. “Doesn’t that just make sense, when you’re this similar? You know what they say about identical twins sensing each other’s thoughts. It’s not that you’re telepathic, of course. It’s just that when nature and nurture perfectly align, why wouldn’t you have exactly the same thing going on in your heads?”

That made sense to Ella. She and Emma had always been on the same wavelength, after all.

“So,” Natasha went on, “what do you think is going on inside Emma’s head, Ella?”

Ella glanced at Emma for a moment. It wasn’t a difficult question to answer. The look of blank, placid mindlessness plastered all over her face suggested only one possibility:

Nothing.

When she thought about it like that, Ella was possessed with a sudden yearning to experience that same emptiness. And, to her surprise, she found it was already close at hand. All she had to do was let the current carry her away, and lose herself to the bliss of ideal, immaculate sisterhood.

“Just a reflection,” Ella found herself murmuring, as she focused on Emma. “Just… a… reflection.”

Natasha’s smile steadily widened as she watched all thoughts drain from Ella’s head. She waited for a few minutes, allowing Ella and Emma to drag one another deeper and deeper. It was an automatic process now. A vicious cycle. Each twin was primed to look to the other for validation. Each twin was primed to worry that the other was breathing deeper, thinking less, kneeling more perfectly. Each one was prepared to strive to be more and more perfect.

And just like that, they were spelling each other’s doom.

“You know,” Natasha mused aloud. “Here’s the real truth about mirror images, my darling twins. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter which one is the real deal. Because all that really matters is that both of you are completely and utterly mine.”

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[salemofthe0pera]

you against yourself ; mark lee smau

[vii soph on my cles ok]

the doorbell, followed by several obnoxious pounds on the door, is what jolted renjun from his nap on the couch. y/n stirred the pot of noodles once more before wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.

"I got it jun." she murmured, giving him a pat on the head on the way as she moved towards the door.

she threw the door open with a blank stare and a tight pressed smile before her features softened. hyuck stood in front of her holding a plethora of snacks and a small cluster of flowers he had clearly just ripped out form the ground. the dirt clumps falling down on his jeans and new white sneakers.

"im here." he breathed, smiling widely behind his thick framed glasses.

y/n fought back an urge to pinch his cheeks, instead gesturing him inside and taking some of the snacks out from his arms. haechan mumbled some thanks, kicking his shoes off and shuffling behind y/n. he put the flowers and weeds on the counter and bounded over to the unoccupied couch, throwing one of the throw blankets over his legs.

"foods almost done, I figured id make dinner since obviously no studying is gonna happen." she laughed softly, rummaging around in the kitchen for a vase to put the "flowers" in.

"I just swept that floor." mumbled a sleepy renjun who had now sat up and wrapped himself cocoon style in a duvet.

y/n chuckled to herself as she put the last touches on their dinner for the night. she. heard footsteps, looking up to see a soft looking winter clad in a hoodie and her fuzzy socks. the blonde padded over to y/n, tucking her chin on her shoulder and peering into the pot.

"whatcha making?" she hummed, taking in a deep sniff of the cooking.

"I found a recipe of that pasts we got in europe last summer." y/n responded, leaning her head on winter's who gasped in delight at the thought of her favorite pasta.

"just creamed my pants oh my god i'm so excited." winter giggled, giving y/n's arm a squeeze before bouncing off to sit net to renjun on the couch.

y/n snorted at her friend's comment, clicking off the burner and moving to join the group in the living room. she plopped next to heck, taking some of the blanket.

"I've known you for like two years and this is the first time we've hung out this feels weird." she said to hyuck.

the man merely hummed, ruffling his shaggy chestnut hair and shrugging. the sleeves of his hoodie bunched up at the hood, his cozy appearance almost could fool you that he wasn't an absolute menace to society. "to be fair, you never stuck around after class or went any events or talked to anyone or joined clubs or did anything remotely social or-."

"okay I get it." y/n said, covering the boy's mouth with her palm.

the doorbell rang again, politely this time, and a noise from the hallway made y/n pause to stand up. jaemin seemed to materialize as he slid down the hall in his socks, stopping right in front of the door to open it. his brown hair was tousled, a clear bedhead as his twi cowlicks on the back of his scalp made an appearance. he opened the door to greet the rest of apartment 9304.

"yo jamen your cowlicks are kind of giving googly eyes."

[9.24] {I promise backstories and context will come up soon, i'm setting up plot and lore so everything rolls out smoothly. # i'm basically shakespeare… also haechan and kittens is mark pov!}

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[chainbakery]

Confession (2/3)

summary: you're finally ready to confess your feelings and, even if they share the same soul across the eras, each hero reacts differently to this.

gn! reader, fluff, romantic, a small hint of angst in twi's part.

You swear you’ve never seen him look as awake as now.

Wide eyes, a big smile that you can’t help but reciprocate, and the prettiest blush on his cheeks.

If you let him, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and spin you around while laughing.

He’s just so, so happy to finally confirm that you feel the same he can’t help himself!

There’s no hesitation in his eyes or his words as he tells you that he loves you, too, and would want nothing more than to be by your side.

Might get so cheesy you’ll have to shut him up… maybe with a kiss, if you feel like it.

He might not tell you, but you actually ended up beating him with the confession.

He was preparing a small, wooden figure of something you liked, to give to you along with his confession.

Well, guess he’ll have more time to make it even better than it was and give it to you later.

Honestly, one of the most normal heroes when it comes to accepting your feelings… It could also be because he spent a long time daydreaming about the day you’d finally be together, but who knows.

He has a pretty good poker face, but you’ll be able to notice his surprise because of how long it’ll take him to fully understand your words.

The smile that appears on his face is the softest you’ve ever seen him make.

He responds to your confession with honesty and care and, if you pay close attention, you can even notice a shine in his good eye.

If he’s holding back a few tears, that’s something that doesn’t matter at that moment.

The thought of being with you warms his heart, melts his worries away as he holds your hand in his.

He’ll insist on staying together, a bit farther from the group, for a while longer. Most of them are heroes, so your absence shouldn’t cause much trouble, right?

It’s because he wants to spend more time with you without the others commenting on why you’re closer. He won’t shy away from showing off your recent relationship, after all.

But it’s also because he doesn’t want Warriors or any of the others noticing the faint blush on his cheeks. Hylia knows he would never hear the end of it.

Unlike some of the younger heroes, he doesn’t have a very obvious reaction to your confession. He looks calmer, but his heart is still racing that very night whenever he thinks about you.

Also, he’d suggest keeping the detail of who confessed a secret from the boys, he knows at least some of them had a bet going on.

Asks you to repeat what you said. Pretty silly, considering how he has pretty good hearing.

So you repeat your confession, slowly so he can process your words.

Even then, he needs a moment for his mind to work.

You can see the moment when it clicks for him, his cheeks turn darker as his smile widens before he wraps his arms around you, giving you the warmest hug you’ve ever had.

He can’t even begin to explain how happy he was, just as he couldn’t fully ignore the small seed of fear inside of him.

He had already lost someone he loved, had given his heart and ended up hurt because of it… But, that didn’t mean he’d let his past experiences blind him and hurt you by rejecting you when he felt the same.

Honestly, he should thank Time, and maybe Malon. When he noticed his feelings for you, he had confided in his predecessor and told him about his doubts and fears.

He deserved to be happy, the other hero told him from his own experience. Because no matter his past, he shouldn’t try to avoid what makes him happy.

And, in this case, you’re the one who would make him happy. With your smiles and presence by his side, he can slowly learn to let go of his doubts.

He knows that, even though many years have passed and he’ll never see her again, a certain someone would want him to be happy and let go, and that’s what he’ll do.

[fierce-deity-bgg]

How about legend and four with a reader who is seen by others as a boy because of his haircut? Like they cut it when they were in guard training or whatever from their hyrule, and the boys see the girls trying to flirt, without knowing that it's not a man? Feel free, just a stupid idea

Four and legand x kinda masc F! Reader / gender-fluid 

OMGGGGGG first of all I just wanna say thank you for this request I never thought that I would get a request from one of my fav story makers!! BTW LOV YOUR DARK LINK STUFF :D 

(Reader is going to be mostly like shuri from black panther movies and a bit non cannon reactions from characters😔)

Btw sorry this took so long seasonal depression hit me like a truck over the past few weeks:

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Only just yesterday you finally decided it was time to cut your hair after a while of letting it grow all the way down to your waist. When you finally came out of the inn you and the chain were staying at for a while in gerudo town in wilds world you were almost unrecognizable at first. The only reason they actually knew it was you is because twi sniffed your sent from a mile way.

Wind: “wow I almost didn’t recognize them at first!” 😦

Time: “I don’t think any of us did wind.”

Four: “well he’s got a point- uh… and thei r gone.”

Legand: “great..”

You literally just dashed out of there going to the up draft before taking off the go find riju and hopefully train with her for a while. You eventually found her in north gerudo ruins training on dummies again and you both agreed to battle each other for a bit of training. Little did you know that four and legand were looking for you in gerudo town thinking you’ll be there.. 

(Yeah I’m doing a lot of time skips because I’m getting a mind grain😬)

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After around 3-4 hours of training with ruji (Btw ruji was the only one that recognized you straight away) you both decided to head to the town hoping the see the chain their already and only after the first few minutes of you both walking into town you started getting stairs and people whispering..

“Did ruji let in an another voe already?”

“Most likely but he’s cute in my opinion.”

Once you heard the vais say that you started giving ruji a side eye like your telling her “let’s bounce” but before you could even take another step a group of vai walked up to you and started commenting how you looked or how strong you were (not like they knew) 

While the crowd was just getting larger and ruji was just trying to get you away from there you saw four and legend, and legend looked like he was about to beat the shit out of someone but he somehow kept his composer dragging you out of there in a instant with four watching

“You vai know that’s a female right?”

Four yelled into the crowd making everyone but ruji stunned as they were both pulling you back to the chain

“Never again..”

They both said almost in sync while you just nodded

“Fine fine… bozos-“

“Hey!”

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Ye so uh that’s the end I might make a part two after Christmas but ye- 

Requests are still open and I’m posting my ais on here so wait up for that and pokepasta stufffffff 

BTW STILL LOVE UR STORIES AND THANKS FOR THE REQUEST😁

[thehorizonlinex]

Close to the Wind

A series of snippets of Eric’s life, as seen by Grimsby

Author’s Note: My first-ever Tumblr fic (ah! please be nice!) so open to suggestions, requests, and feedback. I watched The Little Mermaid (2023) and fell in love with Jonah Hauer-King’s portrayal of Prince Eric, the layers of backstory added to his character, and of course, his stunning chemistry with Halle Bailey as Ariel!

This is my take on what Eric’s life might have been like - before and after he met Ariel. I loved Grimsby as a character, especially his relationship with Eric, so there are some ideas of what it might have been like for the two of them together during Eric’s childhood. I’ve only seen the movie once in theaters, so some of the quotes are loosely based on my memory and might not be 100% in accordance with the script. Thanks for reading, and if you like it, please feel free to comment or reblog :)

Warnings: Mentions of parental death, fluff, young Eric being a little shit

Tags: @ohkarasm​ @nimerdo​ @namufication​ @chey-cheygl​ @snk25blr​ @snk25blr​

Twenty-One Years Prior

Grimsby tried his best to make his way through the crowd, pushing past the careening necks and excited whispers.

A baby!

One of the ships found him next to a whole lot of debris.

Bundled up in a chest, just floatin’ on the water, I heard. 

Could it be an omen?

How’d he get there in the first place?

What about that shipwreck the other night?

He finally squeezed past the first row, members of the royal court who’d arrived at the palace to see the infant child creating a buzz throughout the islands. The guards had been able to create a wide space between the royals and the court, allowing Grimsby to finally catch his breath as he approached the thrones at the front of the room.

“Sir Grimsby! There you are.”

“Your Highness,” Grimsby bowed to the king, both his sovereign and his employer - and an old friend. He turned to the regal woman on his right, dressed in a pale blue gown and seated in an intricate golden throne. “My Queen.”

Both nodded in response. The king gestured to the infant rocking in the queen’s arms, cooing lightly as he stared up at her.

“The baby,” the king said, his voice resolute. “Will stay here.”

He was afraid that this might happen.

The child had been found a few nights prior, swaddled in a chest that floated nearly right up to one of their merchant ships. At first, the sailors onboard had assumed he was dead - his eyes were closed and there was no way a baby could have survived the storms that had wrecked the oceans for nearly a week.

And yet, he had survived, immediately rushed to the royal palace and brought to the infirmary, where he was given round-the-clock care.

It’s a miracle he survived, the doctors had said, just as alarmed as everyone else who’d gotten wind of the curious baby from the sea. Survived without a scratch.

“Are you sure you want to decide so soon, your majesty? Perhaps the baby belongs to some of the neighboring islands, or from the coast.”

The royal couple had struggled with having children - one had been lost in the womb early on, and there hadn’t been much luck since. But he couldn’t imagine this child - this washed-up orphan of a child - becoming the heir to the throne. 

Would the people even accept him?

“We’ve looked, and we’ve asked the other lands. No one seems to know where the child is from.”

The king quieted for a second.

“And the ship that wrecked the other day - there were no survivors. We’ve sent crews to search high and low, and nothing.”

“A tragedy for certain,” the queen murmured, lightly stroking the top of the baby’s head, fingers playing with his dark curls. “But we can help turn his life into something meaningful.”

Grimsby nodded again with a sigh. He knew exactly how much both of them yearned for a child, a son, and perhaps chance was finally on their side.

He just didn’t care for children, personally.

“Have you picked out a name?”

The queen smiled widely at the infant, causing the child to giggle, his eyes twinkling in the palace light, as blue as the waves that had saved his life.

“Eric.”

~~~~~~~~~

Twelve Years Later - Eric, Age 12

“Eric!”

“Eric!”

“Prince Eric!”

Grimsby leaned to his side, his hand pressing against his ribcage as he slowed his breathing. 

He was growing too old for this, the continuous chasing around the palace, running after a twelve-year-old boy who seemed to be getting taller and faster and more of a nuisance each day.

Grimsby couldn’t imagine himself behaving this way at that age - even when he was younger than ten, he’d known to not cause such a ruckus. And he hadn’t been into royalty, didn’t have the expectations of a future king on his shoulders.

Eric, on the other hand, never seemed to get the memo.

“Are you alright, Sir Grimsby?”

Grimsby looked down at the boy as he skipped over to him. Eric’s height rose to his chest now, mischievous eyes peeking past a messy mop of brown curls.

“There isn’t supposed to be running in the palace, Eric.”

“Who said anything about running? We’re chasing!”

Grimsby huffed, the ache in his side still lingering. “You’re old enough to know they’re the same. I know you have access to a thesaurus.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be running if you just stopped chasing me.”

Eric squinted as he watched his majordomo leaning over to his side in pain. “And, if that side hurts, you should bend the other way so it stretches.”

Grimsby huffed again as he followed Eric’s instructions, immediately feeling relief in his side. Once the ache subsided, he straightened back up, his hands crossing over his chest.

“I was chasing you because you’ve left your study a mess, Eric.”

The boy lifted a hand to scratch his head, crooking it to one side.

“A mess?”

“A mess. Things everywhere! Books all over the place, seashells from the beach strewn all over your shelves. And that globe - did you steal that from your father’s study?”

The prince snickered.

“I didn’t steal it Grimsby. Mother said I could have the globe to help with my studies. And all of father’s old charts.”

He flashed his dimples once, causing Grimsby to mentally groan. The boy had grown into a cheeky young thing, as charming as he was reckless, his charisma as abundant as his energy.

“What studies could you possibly need them for?”

“I’m teaching myself,” Eric said confidently. “I’m teaching myself how to sail. Even if mother won’t let me yet. So by the time I do go on the water, I can navigate just using the stars.”

He placed his hands on his hips in a defiant stance.

“And I’m collecting the seashells. I’ve been reading about them in some of the old books from the royal library. Some of them aren’t native to here, you know. The ocean carries them to us for us to find.”

“I’m glad you’re finding your artifacts so educational, Eric,” Grimsby sighed. “But if you leave your study a mess, Lashanna won’t allow it. You know better than to keep them around like that.”

The prince’s eyes, normally a crystal blue, began to darken.

“I’m not throwing them away!”

“You don’t have to throw them away. But you do need to keep them organized.”

Eric rolled his eyes again. 

“Says who?”

“Says me. And until you grow old enough to be king, you’ll listen to me.”

Eric let out a huff of frustration. 

“When I’m king, Grimsby, I’ll see to it that you get fired.”

The man laughed aloud. “I’ve been with your family for decades, my young prince. You won’t be getting rid of me that fast.”

“I can do whatever I want! Eric means eternal ruler, you told me yourself, Grimsby.”

Grimsby shook his head, turning on his heels to head back towards the palace. Better to stop the conversation now before Eric’s temperament got the better of him, he hoped.

He turned once more to look at the boy, the childish expression on his face contrasting his ever-growing stature. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder if the king and queen had made the right decision, bringing this boy into the fold, setting him to be the future ruler of their islands. 

Eric was intelligent, compassionate, curious - but reckless, uncontrollable at times, with a mind of his own.

And Grimsby couldn’t help but pray that eventually, he’d grow up.

Six Years Later -  Eric, Age 18

“Well, doesn’t the prince look dashing!”

Grimsby turned to face Lashanna, who’d crept up behind him to watch as Eric stood deathly still at the other end of the room. The prince grimaced as the royal tailors fussed over his new jacket, using him as a human pin cushion of sorts.

“Looks just like his parents,” Grimsby joked, causing the woman to swat at his shoulder.

“Big night for the prince, eh?”

“You wouldn’t think so, talking to him.”

“Hmm?”

Grimsby sighed, placing his hand on the pillar next to him. 

“All he can talk about is going out to sea, tomorrow morning. You wouldn’t even know it was his eighteenth birthday today, if the queen hadn’t made a rule forbidding him from sailing until then.”

“What about the party?”

“What about the party?”

Lashanna frowned. “Don’t tell me I have the staff running around for Eric to not show up to his own birthday party tonight.”

“He’ll show up. The queen will make sure of it. He just won’t be happy with all the fuss, you know he never is.”

Lashanna remained quiet briefly, watching as Eric’s gaze focused out the large glass window to his right, looking over the ocean waves.

“Do you think she regrets it at all?”

It’d been a question Grimsby had wondered himself, many times, and even more so after the king’s sudden passing the year prior. The baby in the chest had become a source of joy for the queen and for the people of the islands. He’d grown into a strong, bright young man, grounded by his values and the desire to lead his people.

And yet, it seemed as if Eric never saw his role the same as his mother, rigidly determined to do things differently. He’d grown even more passionate about voyaging and opening the country to faraway neighbors since his father died, frustrated at the lack of support his ideas received from his mother and the court. He’d vented at Grimsby more than a handful of times, but usually locked himself in his study, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of treasures and tokens other sailors brought back for him.

It’d been manageable, for a while. But now he was eighteen, allowed to voyage the seas himself for the first time, and taking matters into his own hands.

“She loves him,” Grimsby replied. “And that’s what matters.”

He straightened as the tailors finished up with Eric, taking his jacket to have the final touches added before the night’s festivities. 

“Well, aren’t you going to be a sight tonight,” Lashanna smiled at the prince, reaching out to brush a stray curl from his forehead.

“Do you know what time we leave tomorrow, Grimsby?”

“Nine o’clock, Sire.”

“Any chance we could leave earlier? I’d love to see the sunrise on the water.”

Lashanna chuckled. “You’ll see plenty of sunrises over the next few weeks, young prince. And you’ll want to get some rest after your big party tonight.”

“There will be girls there, Eric,” Grimsby reminded him.

“So?”

“You’ll be expected to make conversation with them, dance with them.”

Eric scoffed.

“To find a wife, you mean?”

“Well, if all-“

“Wouldn’t my father say I’m too young to be finding a bride?”

Grimsby let out a deep sigh. “Your father wouldn’t want you to be reckless. But you are his heir, and you’re eighteen now. In a few years you will be old enough to assume the throne per our kingdom’s laws.”

“I’m not interested in finding a wife, Grimsby. Not when there’s so much out there to see. Did you know, one of the other islands just opened a large port? Large enough to completely change their economy. We’re being left behind here, and the rest of the world is moving on.”

“Eric-“

“And besides, don’t you think it wouldn’t be fair to my future wife if I was out on the seas all the time? A shoddy husband I’d make, I figure.”

As if he’d be allowed to voyage as the king. 

“Just dance with a few, Eric. They might surprise you, there’s plenty of ladies from different kingdoms coming. Consider that your bridging between cultures and lands.”

The idea seemed to please the young man somewhat, though his face showed no hint of a smile.

“If you dance with five of the young ladies tonight, I’m sure Grimsby could convince the queen to allow you to sail before sunrise,” Lashanna offered, causing Grimsby to shoot her an annoyed glance.

“Really?” Eric’s eyes lit up again.

Grimsby shook his head. It might be the only way.

“Alright, Eric. I’ll talk to your mother.”

The bounce in the prince’s step returned as he hurried towards the passageway. 

“I’ll get to packing now. Thank you, Grimsby!”

Grimsby turned to Lashanna once Eric was out of sight.

“You needed a compromise, no?” she smiled. “And besides, you’ll need to start getting ready yourself.”

“I’ve still got a few hours before the party.”

Lashanna’ grin grew wider. 

“I meant for your voyage tomorrow. Enjoy the sunrise, Mister Grimsby.”

~~~~~~~~~

Three Years Later - Eric, 21 Years Old 

“Eric! Eric!”

Grimsby ignored the ache in his legs as he ran through the palace halls, headed directly to the wing containing the prince’s bedroom.

The news had arrived while he was helping the queen’s secretary draft a letter to the neighboring kingdoms, desperate for any news or sign of her beloved son. 

Found him washed up ashore! 

Barely breathing!

But he’s alive! 

Grimsby could hardly believe it himself; that Eric’s life would have once again been spared by the sea, fortunate enough to arrive right on their doorstep. He could have sworn, watching the flames engulf the ship that night and Eric falling backwards as it listed in the water, that the prince was lost to the waves. 

It’d been the first time Grimsby had nearly cried, the presence of the rest of the crew in the rowboats the only thing stopping his tears.

Their last interaction had been an argument, another fight about Eric’s role as a leader, his incessant need to voyage and travel and explore for the sake of the islands. Their conversation had rung in Grimsby’s ears all night, the man unable to get any sleep once they safely reached shore.

“Eric!” He burst open the door to the prince’s bedroom, causing Max, seated at the foot of the bed, to bark loudly.

“Shhh, Max,” Eric muttered with a groan, his eyes looking at Grimsby tiredly. “It’s just Grims.”

“Thank the heavens,” Grimsby rushed over to his side, clutching one of Eric’s hands in his own. “I thought you were lost-”

“A girl saved me.”

Grimsby raised a brow, his eyes moving to the bandaged wound on Eric’s head.

“Pardon?”

“A girl, Grimsby,” Eric repeated slowly, his voice betraying his body’s exhaustion. His eyes fluttered open and close. “She saved me.”

“You’ve had a long day,” Grimsby said. “You should get some sleep.”

Surely the doctors would have informed him if Eric had sustained any major head injuries, not just a scratch?

“She sang to me, Grimsby. The most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m sure she did, Sire.”

Eric’s eyes opened suddenly, the piercing blue gaze making direct contact with Grimsby’s own. 

“Find her for me, Grimsby.”

“Eric-“

“Please. She saved my life. I owe her my life.”

Eric closed his eyes once more, his tiredness quickly lulling him back to sleep.

A mystery girl who’d saved the prince from certain death in the ocean? How hard could it be?

He closed the bedroom door behind him as he walked towards in the direction of the infirmary. 

The doctors had some explaining to do.

~~~~~~~~~

“We could take a carriage tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Grimsby stopped as he heard the familiar voice coming out of the prince’s study, warm lantern light peeking out of a door left just ajar.

He was surprised to see the two of them in the light, diligently peering over maps and charts across Eric’s belongings. He’d hardly expected Eric to even get to know the new arrival at the palace, the girl who’d been found in the waves just as he had.

Perhaps that connected them, in a way.

But he’d distinctly recognized the disappointment in Eric’s face once the prince realized she wasn’t the mystery girl, the one who’d saved her and sang to him on the beach. How could she be, when she had no voice of her own?

Grimsby coughed quietly, causing the two of them to look up at him. Eric’s face was beaming, a look he hadn’t seen in the young prince since the night of the shipwreck, dancing with the crew.

“Oh, Grimsby! We’ll need a carriage for tomorrow.”

Grimsby nodded politely, hoping not to cause any distress to the red-haired girl staring wide-eyed at him.

“Of course, Sire. If I might have a quiet word?””

Eric looked back at the girl with a smile, nodding slowly as if in a daze. “Yes, of course.”

When they were out in the hall and out of earshot, Grimsby decided to broach the subject. Part of him wanted to not bring it up at all - the fantasy girl they were spending all of their resources chasing, and yet, Eric had been insistent. He still remembered the desperation in the prince’s eyes, begging him to find her.

“Sire, all of the carriages are being used tomorrow to look for the girl.”

A wave of realization seemed to pass through the prince, as if he’d been woken from a dream. “Oh, yes! The girl. Yes, we need to find her.”

“And may I remind you,” Grimsby continued. “That the queen insists that you stay inside at the palace until you’re feeling better.”

“I feel fine, Grimsby!” Eric grinned, his familiar dimples flashes. “I’ve never felt better.”

Grimsby looked at the prince carefully. In the study, he could have sworn the young man’s face had been glowing in the light, the golden hues reflecting off his skin. And yet, he was still beaming in the hall, a joyous grin he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to. 

Perhaps the silent girl was the distraction he needed, someone to make him happy for at least a little while.

“Yes, yes, I can see that,” Grimsby acknowledged, scanning Eric’s blue eyes once again. They were as blue as the waves.

“Well, I’m sure we could spare just one carriage. But you do need to go to sleep, Eric. The doctors said you still need plenty of rest.”

“I know. I got distracted all day in there.” He smiled. “She likes looking at my collections.”

“Hmm?”

“The girl,” Eric gestured back towards the study. “I’ll tell her she can stay in and keep looking, if she wants.”

“Ah, yes. Well, if you trust her with it all.”

Eric quickly slipped back to say goodnight to the red-haired girl, and as he’d assumed, she decided to stay back. He climbed up the stairs in the direction of his bedroom with Grimsby, the man’s arms clasped behind his back. 

“I trust her,” the prince said, a sheepish grin on his face. “It’s funny, really. You know that fossilized sea stone that’s been on my shelves since I was eighteen? From my first voyage?”

“Ah, yes.” Grimsby distinctly remembered Eric’s accomplished expression on that first voyage, as he traded some of their island cane for a few treasured items at the market.

“She threw it onto the ground,” Eric explained, chuckling to himself. “And it shattered all over the floor, but there was a beautiful gemstone inside, this vibrant rock that had been hidden for years. I’d never known it even existed.”

“I wonder where she must have learned to do that,” Grimsby commented.

“Me too. It’s not in any of my books. She’s strange, isn’t she? But in the best way.”

Grimsby kept watching the prince as they walked through the passageways, the young man seemingly lost in thought.

They stopped outside his bedroom door, Eric ruffling through his locks with his fingers. 

“Goodnight, Grimsby.”

“Goodnight, Eric. I promise we’ll continue to search for the girl in the morning.”

Eric frowned slightly as he made sense of the words.

“Right. The girl. Yes, thank you, Grimsby. Let me know what you find.”

“Of course, Sire.”

~~~~~~~~~

In any other time, Grimsby likely would have made a fuss over the mess that Eric had made in the main passageways of the palace, lake water dripping from his clothes onto the floor.

The queen had nearly slipped in a small puddle, and again, in any other time, Grimsby would have said something.

But he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw the two pairs of soaking-wet feet hiding behind a wall, so by the time he finally approached Eric and the silent girl, any thought of scolding the prince had long vanished.

“We went out onto the lake, and well, we ended up in it,” Eric chuckled sheepishly at him, as if that somehow served as an excuse.

“Well, it seems you two had fun,” Grimsby remarked, the gleam in Eric’s eyes not going unnoticed. “I imagine you’re tired, and we should let you get some sleep.”

The red-haired girl smiled gratefully at both of them, a dazzling grin on her face that Eric seemed to melt into.

“Yes, goodnight,” the prince said, as the girl smiled again before ascending the stairs.

Suddenly, she turned, taking the hat off her head - where had they even gotten such an item? - and placing it gently atop Eric’s. She flashed another grin at the prince again before walking up.

“Goodnight…Ariel.”

She turned again once more, her smile reflected in her warm brown eyes. Grimsby watched as Eric’s gaze followed her up the staircase until she disappeared from sight.

“Sire,” Grimsby said, finally breaking the silence. “About the carriages…unfortunately, they weren’t able to find the girl.”

Eric stayed silent for a moment, though Grimsby could see his shoulders tense slightly. “Oh.”

“Should we resume the search?”

Eric turned to face Grimsby, a mix of emotions on his face. The man had known the prince since he was a baby - he knew exactly what Eric was feeling, even if the young man couldn’t verbalize it.

“Grimsby…I feel...a little…”

“If I may, Sire, from one old man. Don’t let what should be get in the way of what is.”

Eric nodded. 

“Goodnight, Sire.”

“Goodnight, Grimsby.”

He turned towards the passageway, hoping to find Lashanna to help take care of the mess in the halls before the queen woke up in the morning.

“Wait, Grimsby!”

“Yes, Sire?”

“Her name…her name is Ariel.”

Grimsby nodded. He’d gathered as such, though he couldn’t imagine how young Eric had figured that particular one out.

“And how did you come across that, Sire?”

Eric laughed to himself, his hand touching the top of his hat as if it contained a cherished memory.

“It’s a long story. I’ll have to tell you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Eric.”

“Goodnight, Grimsby. And thank you.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Grimsby! Grimsby!”

Eric rushed over, a frantic look in his eyes inconsistent with the celebratory atmosphere they were surrounded by.

Grimsby glanced over at Vanessa, the mystery girl, the woman in purple who’d arrived at the palace on Eric’s arm early that morning. She was busy entertaining members of the court, waxing poetic about what it was like to save the prince from drowning, a story that seemed more like fantasy with each passing minute, or so he believed.

“Grimsby, have you seen Ariel?”

He furrowed his brow, looking back at the prince. It was like Eric had completely reversed overnight, the feelings he felt for Ariel replaced by an enchanting trance for the newly-found mystery girl. 

It didn’t sit right with Grimsby. Something had felt off all day, even if the queen and the rest of the court thought nothing of it.

Of course, Eric had desperately wanted to find the girl for days, pleading with Grimsby to find her - and yet, he had assumed, perhaps foolishly, to think the mystery girl was no more than a passing thought, now. He had sensed something in the air between Eric and Ariel the night before, something stronger than the mystery girl, now gone like the tide.

And as far as he was concerned, there didn’t seem to be a true connection between Eric and Vanessa. 

He couldn’t explain it.

“According to the servants, she left this morning.”

“Left?”

“Can you blame her, Eric?” Grimsby finally said, exasperated. “I don’t understand, this isn’t like you.”

“I…I know,” Eric muttered. “I’m not sure I understand myself.”

“I don’t think it would be fair for Ariel to stay, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes,” Eric said, his voice sounding deflated. Grimsby noticed a glassy haze in his eyes, as if sleepwalking or under a spell. “Yes, that wouldn’t be fair.”

“You’re old enough to make your own decisions, Eric. And to learn to accept the consequences.”

“Yes. Yes, yes, you’re right, Grimsby.”

“Eric!” 

The two of them turned to see the queen gesturing towards her son.

“Go,” Grimsby said, his heart sinking slightly in his chest. He knew what the queen would be giving him - he’d had one of the palace servants polish it earlier that day at her request.

But it was Eric’s decision now.

“Grims-”

“Go, Eric.”

~~~~~~~~~

The walk back to the palace was eerily silent, the crashing waves the only sounds filling the air.

Grimsby glanced over at the prince, dripping from head-to-toe, his clothing torn to shreds and clinging to his wet skin. The queen and the rest of the staff were several feet ahead of them, the two men bringing up the rear back to land.

Back to safety.

“Eric-”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Grimsby.”

“She was real, Eric.”

The prince stayed silent for a few seconds before stopping mid-step. He lowered himself to the ground, balancing himself against a large rock as Grimsby took a seat next to him.

Eric’s gaze stayed focused on the horizon, watching the colors of the sunset reflect off the ocean intently, as if Ariel might reappear if he looked hard enough.

“I’ve been a fool, Grimsby.”

“No, no. What you felt for her was very real, your mother was right about that. You would be a fool to deny the connection you felt between you two.”

Eric sighed, taking a small pebble from next to him and throwing it into the ocean.

“She really saw me, Grimsby. Like no one ever has. Not to mention that she’d been the one to save my life in the first place.”

“I understand.”

His heart ached for the prince - just as the oceans had spared his life, they’d also torn Ariel away from him, their two homes at odds with each other forever. Eric had always been stubborn - but now, he seemed completely deflated.

“I loved her, Grimsby,” Eric murmured under his breath. “I do love her.”

He stared out into the ocean one more time, before standing back up, reaching a hand out to help Grimsby onto his feet.

Grimsby noticed the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall.

“And now she’s gone.”

~~~~~~~~~

“Eric! Eric!”

Grimsby clutched his side, a cramp near his ribcage causing him to wince.

Certainly, he was getting too old for this.

“Grimsby!” He heard Eric’s familiar laugh as the prince opened his bedroom door, allowing him to enter.

Eric was already dressed for the big day, his curls neat and clothes pressed. “You’re going to kill yourself one day, old man, chasing after me.”

“I’ve done it for twenty-one years already, Sire, I’m sure I’ll last at least a few more.”

“Did you need something? The wedding’s supposed to begin in less than an hour.”

Grimsby nodded, reaching into the hidden pocket of his jacket as he took out a compass, slightly worn from age, though the mother-of-pearl and gold fixtures still shone brilliantly in the light.

He straightened up as he placed the compass in Eric’s hands, the prince’s blue eyes looking curiously at him.

“This,” he said. “This was your father’s. Many years ago. I thought it would serve useful on your voyage with Ariel.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t find anything larger, but I imagined you two have already been showered enough by the court.”

“Grimsby, it’s perfect,” Eric’s eyes shone brilliantly. “Than-”

“Oh, no need to thank me,” he replied quickly, hoping to clear his throat of anything too sentimental. “It was your father’s, after all-”

His breath was knocked out of him as Eric pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thank you, Grimsby.”

“Sire-” the corners of his eyes began to prick.

“For leading me to Ariel.” 

“I-”

“And for believing in me.”

Grimsby patted the prince’s back as the tears in his eyes finally spilled over.

The boy - the child on the waves - had finally grown up, into a man that Grimsby couldn’t have even pictured. He imagined he had Ariel to thank for that, the silent red-headed girl who’d shone a brilliant light into the prince’s life, helped secure his destiny, allowed him to find his place in the world.

“Always, Eric.”

[the-moon-files]

So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.

Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.

Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.

I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.

2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨

Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,

like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol

and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??

youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO

(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)

funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭

u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO

(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)

the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.

afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space

the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry

so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her

“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “

and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol

and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol

Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO

oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol

the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time

Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,

they are also very easy to get lmao

Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol

Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)

Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao

one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.

(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)

☆

idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol

also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/

so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao

btw

send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated✨

ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,

mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say

have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)

Peace out,

🌙

[minas-linkverse]

do you have any advice for making comics? like- how much do you plan ahead? how detailed are those plans? how much of your total time spent drawing is spent on this comic? how much buffer should you have before posting regularly??

My process works for me but is really weird and I don't recommend it to anyone else :') Unless your brain happens to work the same way as mine. I'll share but the last two paragraphs are the most important.

I don't plan ahead much at all. I have a few scenes mentally in my brain ready to go, and the ending is sort of ready so I know what I'm aiming at... But besides that I freestyle. Each page is improvised. I just have a goal and I go for it. The goal is usually something akin to "get Wild and Legend to hang out on this page," or "make Wind find out Twi met Aryll" etc. I kind of work backwards in that way, having the goal ready and then paving the path. No scripts, all dialogue is off the top of me head.

I don't have much patience so when I get an update done I queue it for the nearest 6 pm on the clock. I don't like keeping a backlog, I need the instant validation. I also like to keep arcs loose so I can change them on the fly if I feel like it. Often comments have very interesting interpretations I'll want to acknowledge or someone super misunderstands the aim and thanks to their comment I'll know to be clearer next time. The comic is sort of a cooperative project with me and you all! Although I have the final say.

I don't stress about not posting enough personally. I was blessed with the power to draw really fast so I tend to keep up with the demand and interest cycles of my audience.

...

Real advice: Figure out who you are and what works for you. There's no right way to do this, there's only the way it'll get done. A comic that exists is better than a comic that is approached professionally™

The reason I'm sharing all this despite it being bad advice is because by studying the process of others you can pick out things you like and leave out what you dislike, so you can build a process that's ideal for you. I hope that despite the fact what I do is unusual, that it can still awaken some kind of ideas in you and other people interested in comic making!

Best of luck!

[crazylittlejester]

You know what I'm going to make this super angsty for both Twi and Wars.

Both of them have horrific body issued, but for different reasons. Wars wants to gain muscle and actually weigh more than a child, but thanks to his issues with food he can't. The royals and other knights always poke and tease him for being skinny, and while he laughs it off it always makes him disgusted with himself afterwards. The amount of times somebody teased that they could see his wrist bones or that he must weigh less than paper is astounding, and he hates it.

Twilight on the other hand wants a body more like Wars. He grew up on a farm, with a loving mom who probably cooked him loads of healthy and nutritious foods, so he didn't gain his image issued until after he saved Hyrule. The hylians in his time are skinner and more petite, so the instant the royal court saw him it was a shit show. They commented how he wasn't a real hylian for how he was built, often comparing him to gorons as an insult. He began avoid food because he thought he had too. He wanted to prove that he was hylian more than just by his ears, and now he avoids eating as long as possible.

Neither notice how the other admire each other, because they are to disgusted with themselves.

OUUGHHGHHH??? OW.

god what am i gonna do with these two- write a fic, thats what

[somer-writes]

aw yiss its time for another somers dodecannual monthly beatdown! (which is not dodecannual bc ive done jack shit since like. february. teehee.)

JUNE 👏 WORD 👏 COUNT 👏: 61,906 WORDS TO Ao3

CURRENT 👏 WORD 👏 COUNT 👏: 789,839 WORDS ON Ao3

actually insanity holy molies lets see if i can hit that 1mil by the end of the year @^@

WORKS (new/continued in June): 26 BABY!!!

this is bc of @juneofdoom which i used to push through a writer's block so bad we can dub it a writer's lego. i think it's such a block that j-lo grew up on it actually. so ty for the wonderful amazing prompts <3 all of these works can be found in Writer's Execution Block!

MOST POPULAR: WINTER'S CHILL

MY RECOMMENDATION: A MEANS OF SELF-DEFENSE (reader discretion advised!!)

IN REVIEW: look man im just happy i wrote anything i have a shred of affection for, let alone so many top fucking bangers ok. i got to make twi lose his mind SO MUCH this month. AND i got to make him and wars beat each other up for fun <3 i think i whumped all the lads at least a little this month, if not physically, then emotionally. it comes from a place of love i promise. also since february we've surpassed 2500 comments. sometimes 10-20 at a time from new people having the misfortune of discovering my work.

also the founding of the ghost hunting au A Haunting in Hyrule and the foster family au The Home We Make!

next major goal is that nice 200 works milestone :D i wont do anything special probably. but its cool anyway. i think.

alexa is it cool to write that much fanfiction is that what the kids like these days

ALSO ALSO ALSO!!!! june 30 (in my timezone) saw the first public-ish LU Write-a-Thon which is the insane brain child of @hotcheetohatredwastaken and @not-freyja. 24 hours of writing madness and fandom shenanigans. thank you as well to @noorahqar and @a-manicured-lawn and @winterfen for modding <3 it was not a small undertaking and we are blessed to have you lovely escapees in the fandom <3

ty as always to @hotcheetohatredwastaken @needfantasticstories @estelian-01 and my lovely partner @wanderlustmagician for beta-ing <3

hopefully A Breeze From the South will return this month and i miiiiight get around to finishing out Signs & Symptoms but who tf knows honestly i learned not to trust my plans