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Rayllum Month 2024 - July 15th: Second First Kiss

Callum and Rayla stood with their hands on their knees and panted, along with Sneezeles and Stella who sighed in relief on Callum’s shoulders. The massive explosion, followed by the inferno that nearly overtook the ship which lead Callum to rush in to Rayla’s aid, was finally gone thanks to his spell. The smoke was still too thick and suffocating, causing them both to cough. They leaned on each other, arm in arm, and helped each other walk out.

They finally reached an exit, leaving behind the scorching fumes of the ship and went into the freezing winds of the Frozen Sea. They felt their faces start to sting from the sudden temperature change. The two of them focused on catching their breath despite the air being too cold for their lungs. They finally faced each other, checking if they were each doing well. Then suddenly, they rushed into each other’s arms.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” Callum said, his voice deep with emotion, as his arms tightened around her. They breathed deeply as they held each other then pulled back.

Callum then reached for Rayla’s cheeks and cupped them in his hands, warming her skin from the bitter cold surrounding her. Much to her surprise, he immediately pulled her face closer to his and she felt his lips against hers. Rayla’s eyes were wide open and her whole body felt petrified. So many thoughts and feelings ran through her head all at once as her heart pounded in her chest and she felt her whole body consumed by a rush.

Callum slowly pulled away, but leaned his forehead against hers, slowly opening his eyes to look straight into hers. He felt a tinge of awkwardness, wondering if he acted too soon as he noticed her dazed look. Before he could back away or say anything, Rayla wrapped her hands around his neck and kept him close.

More, her eyes signaled to him.

They simultaneously closed their eyes and their lips met once again. With each passing moment, their kiss grew more intense and passionate. Rayla ran her fingers through Callum’s soft hair, and he gripped her back with one hand and her head in his other, leaving no gap between them and neither of them planning to let go anytime soon.

Once they finally pulled away, they looked into each other’s eyes and let out a soft giggle. For the first time in two years, they were this close to each other again.

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Sweet Mornings

Summary: morning sex with Chan after he’s been away on tour.

Pairing: idol!Chan x fab!reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: somniphilia, handjob, kissing, p in v penetration, creampie (don’t), cockwarming

Notes: wrote this in the early morning hours. They’re disgustingly in love lol

If you enjoyed, consider a like, reboot, comment as it keeps me motivated 🤍

Please do not copy, translate, modify, or repost my work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024).

Chan is back.

That’s what runs through your head, as you open your eyes from sleep, blinking into the early morning sunlight that’s pouring through the windows.

You feel a warm body next to yours, their arms wrapped snuggly around you, caging you in so your bodies mold perfectly together. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he peacefully slumbers, actually sleeping for once.

You’ll tease him about it later and he’ll go on to say it’s because he’s back at home with you, his love, his comfort.

You slowly maneuver yourself so you’re facing him, silently chuckling at how his arms are still wrapped tightly around you.

You take the moment to gaze at your boyfriend, view him undisturbed in the morning hours. A smile graces your face as you see the sun has highlighted his features, his eyelids seeming almost translucent as it shines on his skin, allowing you to see the faintest blue of his veins. His eyelashes flutter as he dreams what you hope are good dreams and hopefully filled with you.

His hair is haphazardly a mess, something that has always tickled you, as he always looked like a train wreck when he first woke up. He’d whine when you’d tease him and then press a kiss to his lips to silence him which he always accepted.

His lips are slightly parted, his breath fanning out evenly signaling he is in a deep slumber.

Staring at him you feel a tingle, an ache that starts to form, soft and gentle at first. You take a breath and let it out, as a small trickle of slick leaks out of your pussy.

You reach your hand towards his face, your fingers lightly dancing across his skin, as soft as a feather drifting through the wind. The pads of your fingers brush over his cheeks, feeling the peach fuzz, the ends of the strands barely bending at the disturbance.

The ache grows larger, settling in your core, the walls of your pussy clenching involuntarily. You feel almost an electric feeling settling in over your body, making each sensation you feel that much better.

You’re aware of your bare legs beneath the sheets, the fabric brushing against them with each movement, the way your shirt touches your nipples, the slight stimulation causing shivers to run down your spine.

In that moment you realize once more Chan is home. You’ve missed this, his presence, how he feels inside you. You’ve missed him.

You reach your hand below the sheets and touch his bulge, slightly hard in the early morning hours. You smile as you lean forward and press your lips to his, sighing as they mold to yours immediately, even though he’s still asleep.

The moment is soft and slow as you press your lips to his, not fully removing them, just wanting to feel them on yours after so long. With each press you give his cock a squeeze, the appendage hardening further with the pressure.

With your next shaky kiss, Chan’s eyes open, the brown orbs zeroing in on you. He closes his eyes once more, however this time he puts more into the kiss as his arms tighten around you even more.

“Baby,” you whisper, the syllable barely formed as you continue to kiss your lover. “Need you.”

You slide your palm faster and harder against his cock, feeling the wet fabric as his precum leaks out.

“Yeah?” Chan breathes, his fingers lightly tracing the fabric of your t shirt, causing you to arch slightly into him.

You push his boxers down, the fabric obeying until it hits the swell of his ass. You whine at the resistance, wanting to rid him of the offending agent as quickly as possible.

Chan chuckles at your struggle and at your desperation. He lifts his hips and you quickly slide them down, a soft sound falling from your lips as if you were purring.

You can feel him now, his cock hard and warm in your hand. You wrap your hand around the head, pushing a finger into his slit, listening as Chan hisses at the pressure.

He lets out a low moan not long after as you stroke his cock, hard but gentle. His fingers pull at your shirt, silently asking you to take it off.

You hesitantly release his cock and shuck your shirt off, your tits now bare for his viewing pleasure, your nipples hardening in the cold air. You slide your panties down your legs as well, needing to have no further interruptions.

You snuggle up to Chan once more, your hand finding his cock again. You stroke him faster this time, his precum aiding in the glide, a soft slick sound echoing in the room as your hand slides up and down.

“Y/n, y/n, baby,” Chan whispers out and then whimpers as the pleasure courses through him. He missed this feeling, the only one you can bring him.

You smile at his turmoil, your slick now steadily leaking, coating your folds and your thighs. You kiss him again, your walls clenching as he lets out a growl deep within his chest.

Before you can fully register, you’re on your back, your head hitting the soft pillows, as you let out a huff. Your hands reach out to touch his arms, your eyes seeking out his.

Chan nudges your legs open, so he can fit more easily between them. His eyes stay on yours as he grabs his cock, bringing the head to your soaking folds.

He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your warmth, a feeling he’s missed over the last few months. He knows you feel the same, as your fingers dig into his biceps, your lips slightly parted as you breathe in anticipation of finally feeling him, your tits heaving with each breath.

You both are a mess, as your moans ring out throughout the room, Chan’s cock finally sinking into your warmth. You whine at the sting, your walls slowly spreading, stretching, after not having anything inside for months.

Chan is nice and easy, knowing it’s been a while. He knows his cock is big and your hole tiny. He pushes in inch by inch as you let out each breath until he’s flush against you, your walls keeping him in with how tight you’re wrapped around his cock. He waits a moment, waiting on the signal from you that he can move.

You steady your breaths, the feeling of him inside you too much, that pleasurable ache growing with each passing moment as he lays there cradled in your arms.

“Channie, move…please,” you beg, your fingers playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

Chan withdraws his hips and rocks them back into yours, coaxing a low moan out of you. You wrap your arms tighter around him, his neck buried in yours as he rocks, rocks, and rocks.

The pleasure is heightened, after not feeling him for so long, the warm sensation building quickly in your core as he massages your walls.

Chan fucks you softly but deeply, savoring this moment of early morning bliss. You mewl out as he shifts his hips ever so slightly, angling his cock to drag along your sweet spot, causing your toes to curl and legs to tighten around him.

Both of your moans accent the quiet of the room, the only other sounds being the evidence of how wet you are for Chan and the shift of the fabric as it travels over your bodies.

You’re stuck to him, a thin sheen of sweat forming over your bodies, as Chan continues to make love to you. You squeal as the new position allows the hairs on his pelvis to apply just enough sensation against your clit, the bud teased with each thrust.

The warmth builds, growing larger, threatening to spill. You can tell Chan is close too, as his breathing becomes more erratic, his hips not as rhythmic as a few moments ago.

You clutch onto him more, pressing your tits into his chest, wrapping your legs around his ass as you focus on reaching your high, your core feeling like it is on fire.

With a few more shaky breathes, you let out a loud moan, Chan’s name on your lips like a prayer as you release around his cock, your walls spasming, clenching around him. You can hear him groan and then let out a grunt, as he spills within you, the feeling of his cum coating your walls causing you to moan.

Your both a mess of sweaty bodies as you lay there, neither one of you moving except for the rise of your chests as you breath to come down from your highs.

The sun rises higher in the sky as time passes, the light brighter as it shines through the room. It’s quiet, except for the sound of Chan’s beating heart as you’re now resting on his chest.

His cock is still buried within you, soft and warm, his cum still buried within you. You lay there in his embrace, snuggled to him bathing in the post orgasmic afterglow.

You feel the threat of sleep linger over you, your body exhausted after the activities of the morning. You start to slip, your mind slowly leaving and entering into that dream world that has been your haven the last few months.

However, this time you enter into a different sleep, your mind understanding that your dreams have come true.

Chan is home.

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Chapter 15- Escape

“Piercing the barrier is one thing, but escaping the island is another.”

Zelda stared at the small map on the table, with Vand pointing to an area on the edge.

“We must be strategic on where the barrier is destroyed,” Vand said, “lest we run around mindlessly while the beast catches up to us. We are a separate island, and the only way off is by using the kargarok carriers.”

“Kargarok carriers?” Zelda repeated, and Vand nodded.

“It’s how we get from island to island. I don’t know if they’re still there, but they usually rest on this part of the island.” Vand pointed to a small peninsula on the map, and Zelda nodded.

“So we need to get to that spot at the barrier and rush to the kargaroks,” she said, and Vand nodded again.

“Yes. If they’re there.”

Zelda frowned, staring at the map. “How far is that spot away from the barrier?”

“It’s far. The beast surrounded the city, but the outskirts where the kargaroks stay weren’t trapped within.”

“So they couldn’t have been threatened enough to fly off?” Zelda suggested.

“That is the hope.”

“And where are we?”

Vand pointed to a spot almost on the opposite side of the peninsula. “We’re far. Getting to the barrier in that area will be a challenge.”

Zelda narrowed her eyes, her eyes looking between where they were and where they needed to be.

“It’s doable, we’ll just need to be careful.” She said, then she turned to Vand and the other Twili. “Someone needs to keep an eye out to see if the twilight beast is away, then we can make our escape.”

“I’ll go,” Hoz volunteered, and Turk stepped up.

“I will go too.”

Zelda nodded. “Good. Come back once the beast is away. We mustn’t let it know what we’re doing.”

“Yes, my queen.” Hoz bowed and left the room with Turk. Vand turned to Zelda when they left, slouching over the map on the table.

“We’ll need to be quick as soon as the barrier is destroyed, but not too quick so we don’t scare off the kargaroks.”

“We’ll also need to decide who goes with who,” Zelda stated. “If there’s only three kargaroks, I doubt they can carry all of us.” There weren’t a lot of survivors left, but there were enough to make taking the kargaroks challenging. From what she saw, there were only eight Twili left, including Vand, and with her and the others, that added up to twelve people in total. She didn’t know how much the kargaroks could carry, but if there were too many of them…

“Kargarok carriers are strong, stronger than regular kargaroks,” Vand explained, easing Zelda’s worries. “They can carry up to three Twili, and you light dwellers are so small, I doubt they’ll notice your weight. You and Hoz may go with me and my son. The other light-dweller and the prince may go with Nerc, who is skilled with the carriers.” Vand pointed at the round Twili, who was one of the first Twili Zelda greeted. Zelda nodded, but she didn’t feel entirely relieved.

“Some may still have to stay behind,” she muttered, and Vand looked down.

“I can’t lose anyone else.”

“If there’s not enough kargaroks, then we will lose people,” Zelda said firmly. “You must face the reality that we can’t take everyone with us. The survivors will be safer down here than up there stranded with nowhere to go.”

Vand didn’t meet her eyes. He clearly didn’t want to think about it.

“What do you suggest we do then?” Vand asked, his voice soft.

“If you absolutely must, take Rusl and Kori with you. They know Midna personally and can easily get through to her.”

“No, we must take you as well. You’re the queen with light arrows.”

Zelda glanced down at her hand. She hated being so important where her life was more important than others, but he did have a point. Her light arrows would prove useful in case anything happened beyond the barrier.

“Very well,” she muttered, “we will go, but the rest of the Twili may have to stay.”

Vand’s expression turned somber, and he nodded sadly, turning to where the survivors were huddled. She understood his hesitation, but they had to make sacrifices to survive.

“We’ll come back for them,” she said, trying to ease his concerns. Vand nodded seriously, not meeting her gaze.

“I will make sure of it,” he whispered.

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Hoz had to say, he was grateful the Twili were so tall. Sitting on Turk’s shoulders was embarrassing, but he was able to peek through the hole cover that hid their hideout without fully exposing the two. But Turk wavered slightly under Hoz’s weight, causing Hoz to nearly drop the cover.

“Hold it steady,” Hoz ordered, and Turk nodded.

“S-sorry.” He apologized, gripping onto Hoz’s legs. “You’re heavier than I thought you’d be.”

Hoz sighed, lifting up the cover again and peeking through. It seemed to be empty from what he saw; he didn’t even hear the twilight beast lurking around.

“I think we’re clear!” He cheered softly. “I see no beast!”

“Oh, that’s good,” Turk sighed with relief. “Let’s head back and—”

“Wait a second.” Hoz narrowed his eyes, spotting something moving in the city. It clearly wasn’t the beast, but instead was black magic swirling around in a small puddle, but the longer Hoz watched, the bigger the magic grew. Soon, before his very eyes, it grew into a figure, and a wavering armored beast that carried a heavy sword began patrolling the streets, with more like it appearing. Hoz gasped when one threatened to appear right in front of the cover, and he dropped it to hide the two.

“What is it, Hoz?” Turk asked, his voice wavering.

Hoz hopped off of Turk’s shoulders, grabbing the Twili’s arm and pulling him to the others. “We must return! Hurry!”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Turk asked, pulling away and reaching for the lid.

“Don’t! Turk!” Hoz hissed, but the Twili didn’t listen as he lifted the cover and took a peek himself. As soon as the cover was lifted, it was immediately closed as Turk turned to Hoz with his red eyes wide.

“Oh sh—”

“Come on!” Hoz yelled, though quietly enough so the new monsters wouldn’t hear, and the two sprinted through the tunnels to return to their respective leaders.

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Hoz and Turk tore through the entrance, both wide-eyed and frantic as they spotted Zelda and Vand. Zelda walked up to Hoz, her mind racing as to why the two were so frazzled.

“What happened?” She asked, and Hoz swallowed, catching his breath.

“Uh… well… we have good news and bad news.” Hoz said, straightening his back and clasping his hands together. “The good news is, the twilight beast is nowhere in sight!”

Zelda frowned while Hoz gave a thumbs-up. “So what’s the bad news?”

“Well… it created monsters that are patrolling the city!”

Zelda felt her stomach drop, and she looked to Vand who’s eyes were wide.

“It what?”

“It created monsters that are patrolling the city.”

“What kind of monsters?”

Hoz looked at Turk, who stepped up.

“Armored monsters that carry swords! There’s several of them, and I think they’re looking for us!” Turk explained.

“We’re dead!” Nerc wailed, but Rusl stepped up, his arms crossed.

“We’re not dead yet! We’ll just have to sneak past them!”

The group all looked at him, and Hoz nodded.

“Yes! There’s a lot, but they’re spread out enough that there’ll be windows of opportunity for us to sneak past!”

“How will we all sneak past safely?” A Twili asked, and Vand looked to him before looking at Sheik.

“Some may have to stay behind.” He said softly.

“What?”

The remaining Twili stood, all hovering near Vand who looked noticeably uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, but I can only take the light dwellers, Nerc, and Turk with me. The rest of you will have to stay,” he explained, but the others didn’t seem pleased with the explanation.

“Are you serious?” One asked in disbelief. “When we finally have a chance to escape, you’re going to leave us here?”

“I’ll be back—“

“You’re the reason this got to the point in the first place!” Another shouted, getting close to Vand. “And now you’re running away and abandoning us?!”

“No! I’m not abandoning you!” Vand said desperately, stepping away from the angry Twili. “I swear I’ll be back with help!”

“How can we believe you? You did nothing when people were disappearing under your own nose!”

Zelda stepped up, standing between Vand and the Twili. “Please listen to me. It’s your best chance of survival to stay here until we get help! If there’s not enough kargaroks then you’ll be stranded, having to get back here undetected! Do you want that? To be trapped with nowhere to go when you could stay here?”

The Twili all stared at her for a moment, some stepping back after a moment, but a couple lingered.

“How do we know you won’t abandon us?”

“Because I am the queen of Hyrule, and my home and my family are threatened by the beast, just like you! I will not let it stay any longer, and I will not let any more innocent lives get taken because of this thing!” She put her hand over her heart, giving each Twili firm looks. “If you cannot trust Vand, then trust me. I promise, lest the golden three strike me down, we will return for you. We will all survive this!”

The Twili were silent for a long moment, and they finally stepped back. Zelda calmed down, relieved that they were finally accepting the situation, though they still didn’t look happy. She couldn’t blame them; if she was in their position, she’d be upset too.

“So what’s the plan?” Hoz asked, and Zelda looked down, trying to think.

“We need to know the path each monster travels so we can sneak around. And we’ll have to be very careful. We don’t know what we’re up against.”

The group all nodded, and Vand stood up, avoiding eye contact with the other twili.

“We should move out now. I fear more issues will pop up if we wait any longer.”

“I agree.” Zelda turned to the light dwellers. “Are you all ready?”

“I’ve been ready for a while now,” Rusl chuckled, holding Kori next to him.

“Good. Let’s not waste anymore time.”

Zelda and the others left the room, with Vand lingering near the entryway with a concerned expression on his face.

“I will return for you. I promise,” he said, but the twili said nothing. They only watched while pressed up against the wall opposite to them. Hoz glanced at Zelda with an uncomfortable expression, and they finally left, with Zelda growing more and more determined to escape.

While she was trying to find sleep earlier, the light arrows wouldn’t leave her mind. She didn’t know how she was going to summon them, or if the sol would actually help, and she tossed and turned for what felt like hours trying to think of ideas. When she finally found rest, they were full of nightmares. They were all different, but the same person was in each of them: Amber.

For some reason, thinking about her daughter filled her with an intense sense of dread, knowing that she was in danger while the beast roamed the land, and it filled her with a righteous anger. She wasn’t going to let the beast touch her daughter, her family, her home. And when she woke up from the nightmares, she felt the divine magic within her swelling, and she knew how to summon the light arrows. She would think about Amber.

As bad as she felt for him, she was glad that Kori was with them. Though he supposedly met Amber once, he clearly meant a lot to her daughter with the way she gave him her toy, and his childness and innocence reminded him so much of her. It’d make summoning the light arrows easier for her.

Though, it wasn’t just Amber. When Zelda awoke from her nightmare, she felt something in her pocket pressing up against her leg uncomfortably. It was the chocolate orange Edmund gave to her before, completely forgetting about it. It wasn’t just Amber she was fighting for, but also hope—hope for her future and happiness.

She needed to do whatever she could to destroy this thing.

They stood by the entrance while Hoz and Turk peeked through the hole, and Zelda noticed Kori pressing himself up against Rusl’s legs. He looked terrified, no doubt stressed from everything that’s happened recently, and she felt sorry for the poor thing. Kori was just too young to go through something like this.

“Kori,” she started, and the boy looked up at him, almost surprised that she said his name. She took out the chocolate orange and handed him a piece. “It’ll be ok.”

Kori stared at the chocolate, looking up at Rusl in confusion, but the man nudged him forward which gave him the courage to take the piece.

“Thank you,” he said, and Zelda nodded, smiling. She glanced at Rusl.

“Do you want one? It’s a good energy boost.”

Rusl let out a quiet laugh. “How can I refuse a gift from the queen?”

The three each ate a piece, with Zelda becoming more and more determined to break the barrier and escape the fallen city, tucking the sol onto her back so she wouldn’t need to hold it in her arms. When Hoz and Turk gave her a nod, the group all quickly left their sanctuary, once again standing out in the open where Zelda spotted the monsters Hoz mentioned earlier. They were patrolling the alleys and streets, stumbling and moving as if undead. Immediately, Hoz led the group to cover, where one too close for comfort walked by, seemingly not noticing them.

“Spirits,” Rusl muttered under his breath, picking up Kori and holding him close as he watched the monsters. “Where do we need to go?”

Vand pointed ahead, to an area framed by trees. Rusl nodded and watched the one closest to them again, and when it left their vision, the group all started to move. To Zelda’s surprise, Rusl was in the front despite carrying a child, his feet barely making a sound as he half-ran to the next cover. Zelda had studied many Sheikah techniques to sneak around, but this Ordonian was almost making her ashamed of her skills.

The group all huddled inside a broken building, making sure that they were all out of the monster’s sight. Hoz and Rusl watched the monsters, and the captain turned to Zelda, his brows furrowed.

“That one isn’t moving,” he whispered, pointing to one that stood while looking side to side. “What should we do?”

Zelda frowned, taking in the area they were in. The monster was up in an alleyway, blocking off the path that they needed to take, so sneaking around would be nearly impossible. They needed a distraction.

“We need to make it move,” she said, pointing to where it should go. “Someone needs to distract it.”

“I can do that,” Hoz immediately volunteered, already grabbing a rock and moving into position. Zelda grabbed his arm, giving him a firm look.

“Don’t get spotted.”

Hoz stared for a moment before nodding and giving her a confident smile. “I won’t.”

The group stayed back while Hoz moved in, throwing the rock away from the path they needed to move to. The monster standing guard immediately turned its head to the sound, beginning to move to it, and Hoz tucked himself away from its vision. The twili began moving, with Rusl following while holding Kori’s hand. It seemed he gave up on carrying him. Zelda waited for Hoz to start moving before she followed the rest, but just as she reached the path, a horrifying shriek shattered the silence. Zelda spun around to see the monsters’ eyes on Hoz, who looked panicked.

“Hoz—” Zelda hissed, but the man took off running, deeper into the city and leading dozens of the monsters to chase after him.

“Oh no!” Turk cried, and Rusl shoved Kori closer to Vand and his son, climbing up the building before Zelda could even think. She cursed under her breath and followed, commanding the others to hide as she sprinted after Rusl, who was jumping across buildings. The monsters were clearly clambering after Hoz, though the two couldn’t see where he was. Rusl jumped over another alleyway and stopped abruptly, pointing to an area where they finally spotted the man, who was running desperately for his life. The two jumped down into the alleyway, running to where Hoz was going to escape to, and just as he was about to pass them, Rusl suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the sight of the sprinting monsters.

Hoz squirmed and yelled, but Rusl had his arms wrapped around the man, his hand pressed firmly against his mouth. Zelda entered his vision and he stopped squirming, his eyes wide as they waited for the monsters to run past. They stayed there for a moment until it quieted down, and Zelda gestured for them to climb up the buildings again. Hoz and Rusl nodded, and the Ordonian let her captain go, the man looking a few shades lighter. The three climbed up the buildings and began their trek back to the others, making sure that the monsters weren’t facing them as they jumped from building to building. For one building, Hoz tripped and nearly fell into the alleyway where a monster was patrolling, but Zelda and Rusl were able to pull him up before the monster spotted them.

“Goddesses,” Hoz cursed under his breath, allowing the two to help him stand. They finally reached where the others waited, being able to jump over the guarding monster, and Vand let out a quiet sigh of relief when he spotted them, his hand over his heart.

“We got so worried,” he whispered, and Hoz nodded.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Thank you, your highness,” he thanked, bowing low while holding Zelda’s hand, and she nodded back, smiling. She wasn’t going to lose anyone here to the twilight beast.

“We’re almost there,” Vand said, leading the others down their path, and Zelda followed.

“You’re welcome,” Rusl grumbled while trailing behind her and she simply gave him a smile. They were entering more open areas, which made sneaking far more trickier for them, but they had no more mishaps as they moved around each patrolling monster. Finally, they entered a forest, where the barrier was much closer now. Making sure no monsters were around, the group ran up to the barrier, with Vand pointing straight ahead.

“Do you see those Kargaroks?” He asked, and the others nodded. Several giant winged creatures stood ahead of them, with glowing markings circling around inside their bloomed face staring mindlessly, unaware of the group planning to get to them. “We go for them after this barrier is destroyed. Zelda, you and Hoz go with me. Nerc, Turk, you two take the light dweller and prince.”

Everyone nodded again and stepped back, giving Zelda the opportunity to do what she needed to do. She took out the sol from her back, staring at the divine magic swirling within it. She closed her eyes, thinking about what she needed to fight for.

“Hello, mother and father. I finished my studies and I wanted to catch you when the meeting ended!”

Amber’s voice rang out in her mind, and she bowed her head to pray, her daughter’s sweet face, curious eyes, and bright smile coming into her mind.

“I do… care about you.”

Edmund’s voice spoke up, making her remember the chocolate that was still in her pocket.

“I just want to help out.”

The light magic swirled within her, the mark on her hand growing warm from the Triforce of wisdom.

“If you ever wanna… I dunno… turn into Sheik and visit Ordon… We’d love to have you.”

Anger suddenly bubbled within her chest, the fury making her shake. The light grew brighter and brighter, and the bow of light appeared in her hand once again.

“I love you Amber…”

“…I love you too.”

She let an arrow loose, aiming right for the barrier, and it cracked under the divine power.

But it didn’t break.

Panic spiked in her chest as shrieks from the patrolling monsters were heard, and she fired another arrow, then another, each one deepening the cracks, but never breaking the barrier. The monsters were coming closer, and she saw the others getting more ansty out of the corner of her eyes. Losing her patience, she fired one more arrow, then charged at the barrier, throwing her whole body against it. To her relief, it finally shattered, and she landed on the ground with a harsh thud.

“RUN!” Vand yelled, and Zelda was suddenly picked up by Hoz and dragged to where the Kargaroks waited. She remembered them when Zant first attacked—it was odd how they were helping her now.

There were about five of the creatures sitting there, with some flying away from the group sprinting at them. Zelda sent a prayer that not all would fly away, and Vand was able to grab one before it got away.

“Sh, quiet!” He tried to soothe, giving it pets to calm it down. The other group was struggling to nab a kargarok, with them threatening to fly away while Nerc tried to coax it back. The patrolling monsters were bursting through the broken barrier, running dangerously close to the group. They needed to leave, now!

Vand got control of the Kargarok and got his son onto its back, desperately gesturing for Hoz and Zelda to follow. The captain let her go first where she sat behind Vand, then he sat behind her. Zelda glanced over at the others to see Rusl struggling to get Kori on the other one, Nerc and Turk already on the carrier. Kori was put on successfully, and Rusl was about to get on himself, but he was too late.

The monsters caught up to them, Vand taking to the skies which was safe from them, but Rusl was grabbed and pulled off just as Nerc tried to fly away, with Kori screaming his name.

“Rusl!” Zelda called out, pulling out the light arrows and aiming for the monster pinning Rusl to the ground. To her surprise, it completely vaporized into a golden light, allowing Rusl to scramble to his feet. Nerc, however, was already too far away, his expression tense as he watched Rusl helpless on the ground.

“I’ll get him!” Vand yelled, kicking the kargarok’s sides and sending it to where Rusl stood, who was defensively watching the monsters get closer.

“Rusl!” Zelda called out to him again, and he looked up just in time to see the karagarok’s claws reaching out for him, picking him off the ground before the monsters could reach him, and they finally flew away.

Vand dropped Rusl off on the other carrier where Turk helped him down, and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” he said to Zelda and Vand, his voice wavering, and Zelda nodded, looking behind her to the island they were flying away from. The monsters were pouring over the sides in a desperate attempt to get to them, but they were safe.

Goddesses they were safe.

Zelda let out an involuntary sob as she leaned her body over the sol, and she felt Hoz rest his head against her back. They were safe.

“Ok, to the queen then,” Vand said, giving Nerc a nod, and he nodded back. They flew over the twilight skies, with Zelda noting the miles and miles of emptiness below her. But it didn’t frighten her, for she felt a weight lifted off her shoulder. They had a fighting chance now, they had a chance to defeat the beast.

They were safe.

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It felt like they flew for hours, passing other islands and towns that watched them fly by. The Twilight Realm was not at all what she was expecting it to be, like how the islands were basically floating in the air, making them travel with the kargaroks. It was unlike anything she’s ever seen, and it made her think of Amber and her fascination with big birds that Hylians used to fly on. She wondered if she’d like it here. Eventually, they finally made it to a large island with an elaborate castle standing out against the red sky, and Zelda could almost feel Midna’s presence there. A ping of fear went through her heart as she thought about her, anxiety beginning to gnaw at her insides. She hasn’t seen Midna in ten years. How would she be now? Would she be excited to see her? Or would she feel awkward?

When Zant first attacked Hyrule, Zelda had found herself all alone, with her soldiers and parents turned into shadow beasts, the kingdom she now inherited covered in shadows. But then, when she was almost overwhelmed by the loneliness, Midna came along. She wasn’t the warmest person by any means, but she was the friendliest face Zelda had seen in a long time, even before Zant invaded. Midna meant a lot to her, whether she liked to admit it or not, so seeing her again after so long filled her anxieties. Was she still the same from when she first broke the mirror? Or has she changed? With how Link and Kori acted, it seemed she was still the same, but how could she know?

The group landed, and Hoz practically rolled off the kargarok carrier, getting on his hands and knees.

“Oh, sweet land,” he huffed, and Zelda joined him, stretching her aching legs.

“Goddesses above almighty,” Nerc breathed out after dismounting the carrier. “That was… wow…”

“We escaped! We’re here at the castle!” Turk cheered, and he and Nerc both gave each other a hug.

“Yes, I haven’t seen the skies in… I don’t know how long,” Vand muttered, and his son ran up to Kori.

“We made it Kori!” He exclaimed, and Kori grinned wide, his dimples denting his cheeks.

“We made it!”

The two boys hugged each other, and Rusl finally got off the Kargarok, chuckling to himself.

“Makin’ friends everywhere you go, huh Kori?” He asked, and Kori gave him a bashful look before looking down.

“I guess,” he mumbled, and Rusl laughed again, ruffling his hair. Zelda watched them, her brow furrowed as she noticed Rusl’s shirt ripped along his arm and chest.

“Are you alright, Rusl?” She asked, and Hoz nodded.

“You had a bit of a scare there!”

Rusl waved them off, chuckling slightly, though he did look drained.

“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.” He turned to Zelda, giving her a deep bow. “I owe you my life, Zelda.”

Zelda opened her mouth, but Hoz spoke up before she could get a word out.

“We all owe you our lives! That was just… incredible!” Hoz stood beside Rusl, a proud smile on his face. “I didn’t know you were capable of such… skill! And here I thought I couldn’t respect you more than I already do!”

Zelda’s face went warm and she looked down, trying to downplay the compliments. “I’m just glad we all made it out alive.”

“We wouldn’t have if not for you,” Vans said. “Now we must get the rest of them out. Come, let us go to the queen.”

Zelda looked up at Vand and nodded, glancing at Hoz and Rusl who were still smiling wide at her. Her face went warm again and she turned away, following Vand as he walked away.

“Let’s go see the queen.”

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“So, have you thought about it—”

“No.”

The chancellor of the Twilight Realm, Ethel, scoffed, turning away from Midna in frustration.

“You’re not even going to consider it?” He asked, and she shook her head.

“I told you, I’m not interested in a king or a husband,” Midna explained simply, sitting in her throne comfortably, definitely not how a queen should sit in one.

“It would make things easier, you know. Don’t you think I deserve such a title?”

“Are you carrying the heir for nine months? Are you gonna be responsible for every single physical need when she’s born? Your contribution to the future of the twilight realm was only five minutes.”

Ethel made a face, crossing his arms. “This will be much easier for everyone if you weren’t so stubborn. It took us years to finally convince you to have an heir to the Twilight Realm, yet you still refuse a king.”

“Do you remember what happened last time we had a king?”

“Do you honestly think I’ll turn out like Zant?”

Midna gave him a look, trying to decide how she would go answering him.

“No.” She finally said.

“I can’t tell if that’s an insult or not.”

She laughed bitterly and turned away. “We don’t need a king, chancellor, now quit worrying about it.” Ethel went silent, though he stayed by her throne as if trying to think of an argument. Midna sighed and rolled her eyes, sitting up straight. “Why are you even here? To pester me about everything you want?”

“I’m here to see if you’re carrying the heir yet,” Ethel grumbled. “It’s been so many years, you know how impatient the realm has become. I just want to make sure my five minutes didn’t go to waste.”

Midna frowned. It was all that they cared about now. Every conversation had something to do with the heir, each one passive-aggressively insulting her one way or another. It was tiring with how they stopped respecting her as their queen and more like a servant, only there to do their bidding. “I can’t tell yet. Come back in nine months,” she finally said, turning away.

Ethel sighed, giving up. “Fine, be that way. But I warn you, Midna, if you keep this attitude up, the realm might eventually turn against you.”

“The heir will come, alright?” Midna snapped. “Now show your queen some respect, huh?”

Ethel frowned, shaking his head. “I’m sorry if I expressed too much concern for you,” he murmured. Midna only rolled her eyes, feeling relief when a knock came at the doors. She straightened her back and rested her hands on the armrests, letting out a sigh as her long legs crossed over each other.

“You may enter,” she yelled in a bored voice, watching the servants by the door open it. A guard walked in, followed by a small group of twili from what she saw, and the guard bowed low.

“My queen, the governor of Rajani city is here.”

Midna sucked in a breath, giving the guard a nod. Rajani city had been pretty quiet for the past year, making Ethel and many of the court nervous for a possible rebellion rising up against her. Which was why they pressed for a heir so much, hoping it’d ease the tension between her and the many cities throughout the realm.

“Very well, bring him here,” she ordered, and the guard nodded, stepping aside so the governor was able to walk towards her. He looked terrified, his hands fidgeting with each other in front of him, and he bowed.

“M-my queen, I—”

“MOMMY!”

Midna felt her blood run cold, her stomach plummeting to the floor when she saw Kori pop out from behind the governor, him sprinting across the room and throwing himself onto her lap, sobbing hysterically into her arms. She gasped, grasping onto him instinctively, her face tingling from dread as she held her son. Her eyes traveled back up to the governor where she suddenly spotted Rusl and Zelda watching, concerned looks on their faces. They shouldn’t be here, why were they here?

“Kori,” she breathed, almost too shocked to move as his cries filled the air, and she saw Ethel step closer to her.

“Is that—” he started, but she shot him a death glare.

“Don’t. Come. Any. Closer,” she growled, looking back at the confused guards in the room. “I need everyone to leave. Now!”

The guards and Ethel seemed hesitant, so Midna pointed at Ethel and the guards, gesturing them to the doors.

“Everyone except the governor, leave!”

Ethel finally moved away, his expression slightly concerned, taking the guards with him. All that was left in the throne room was Midna, Kori, and everyone who just came in. It was deafeningly silent, with Kori’s crying slowing down, and Rusl finally stepped closer to them.

“Midna—”

“What are you doing here?” She asked, a sharpness in her voice. Rusl was taken aback, shocked at her tone.

“We’re here to get help from you,” he explained, and Midna shook her head aggressively.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well we are. And we need your help.” Rusl said bluntly, and Midna finally looked him in the eyes. He looked like a mess, with his blond hair tangled, his black clothes ripped and bloodied, and bruises scattered all over his face. His eyes looked tired, and the usual strength in his body was clearly waning. She frowned as she observed him, her grip on Kori tightening.

“What happened?”

Rusl pursed his lips before glancing at the governor, gesturing to him with his head.

“I’ll let Vand here explain it.”

Midna looked at the governor, giving him a nod of permission to speak. He knelt down and rested his head on the ground, as if he were apologizing for something.

“My queen. I come to ask you for aid. For the past year, a rogue shadow beast has been taking my citizens, stealing their force and growing more and more powerful—”

“Wait, a shadow beast?” Midna glanced at Rusl who nodded.

“Did Link tell you about the disappearances? That’s what’s been causing this.”

Midna frowned, shaking her head. “No. There’s no more shadow beasts. Me and Link killed them all.”

“Well clearly one escaped.”

She shook her head again. “It’s not possible!”

“I’m sorry, Midna. It is.”

Midna stared, seeing the seriousness in Rusl’s face. How could it happen? How could one escape from them? Zant used all of the shadow beasts to attack them and to guard him in the castle—they killed them! And the ones that were about to be turned were turned back! It wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be!

“My queen,” Vand spoke up again, “the beast has stolen the force of so many twili in our city, and it has grown powerful over the past ten years. I ask that you help me rescue the last remaining citizens, including the light dwellers it stole away.”

Midna glanced at Zelda this time, seeing her looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. So much was happening at once, and she was struggling to keep up with it all. Guilt ate away at her as the story echoed through her mind; how could she let such a thing happen? How could she not notice Rajani city suffering so? How could she, as queen, not know about this? Why was Zant still haunting her every waking moment even after she killed him?

“Midna?” Rusl spoke up, his expression filled with concern.

“How did you get here?” She asked him, fearing for what he’d say. She made sure that no one would be able to enter the light realm ever again, where only she had the keys to travel between worlds. It was the most tight-lipped she’s ever been about anything, out of fear of shattering the mirror being in vain. There was no way Rusl, Zelda, and Kori got here the same way she’s been traveling, right?

“That twilight beast got so powerful that it’s now able to move between worlds at will,” Rusl simply explained, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Me, Zelda, and Kori got caught up in the portal when it tried to retreat.”

Midna stroked Kori’s hair, feeling her heart hurt that her son got caught up in such danger. She tried so hard to keep him safe from the dangers of the twilight, but she had failed.

She had failed.

It wasn’t from how she traveled, but the idea of the beast being powerful enough to travel between worlds was terrifying, proof of its incredible power. To open gateways of one’s own free will was a mark of a powerful mage. To do it across dimensions was incomprehensible.

Whatever they were up against, it was no normal shadow beast, deeming it a serious threat not only against the Twilight Realm, but to Hyrule as well.

As it always was, it seemed.

“I am sorry,” she finally said, meeting Vand’s eyes. “I am sorry for not doing more for you when you needed me most.” She stood, still holding Kori in her arms and avoiding everyone’s gazes. She needed to think, but they all needed to be cared for first. “I’ll take you all to the medics, it seems you need it. Follow me.”

Midna began walking through the halls of the castle, with Kori staring at the walls and ceilings, the place he used to call home when he was a child. Everyone was silent as they walked, almost as if saying anything would set her off. They reached the medic, who quickly began tending to the twili while eyeing Rusl curiously.

“Please take care of them,” Midna ordered, referring to all of the light dwellers as well. The medic looked between Rusl and Midna, excitement apparent on his face.

“I would be honored to take care of the light dwellers,” he said, moving to Rusl who took a step back.

“Be gentle,” Midna warned, “that’s my father-in-law you’re dealing with.”

The medic paused, giving Midna a nervous look before getting closer to Rusl more cautiously. Rusl simply gave her a small grin, almost looking surprised.

“Father-in-law, eh?” He teased as the medic carefully poked at the scratches on his arms. Midna simply turned away, not in the mood for the teasing.

“You all may stay here, it seems you’ve been through a lot,” she muttered, setting down Kori and ruffling his hair. “Go ahead and rest up. I’ll get the army ready and save the last survivors,” she promised, and immediately Kori tried to tag along.

“Mommy,” he pleaded, holding onto her cloak, and she cupped his cheek with her hand.

“Kori, my little sol, I want you to stay with your grandpa, ok?” She kissed him on the head, but he pulled back with his brows furrowed.

“But—”

“I’m going to deal with this, then we’ll go home to your dad, ok?”

A flicker of relief went across Kori’s expression, but he still wouldn’t let go of Midna, his eyes wide and pleading. It hurt her heart to peel his hands away, having to turn away to do what she was raised to do. To protect her realm.

“I’ll be back,” she simply said, “you all… um… take care of yourselves.” She gave the medic a nod and rushed out the door, fire running through her veins, everything happening from the past few minutes running rampant through her mind. Though when she finally had the opportunity to think, her name was called, stopping her in her tracks.

“Midna?” Zelda’s voice rang out through the castle, her smooth, elegant voice that held nothing but dignity and wisdom filling the air. Something she hasn’t heard in a while. Something she wouldn’t think she’d ever hear again.

“Zelda,” Midna replied, afraid to face her, to see her face.

There was silence for a moment, and she heard shuffling behind her.

“Um… It’s been a while,” Zelda finally said, and Midna turned to her in confusion. She seemed… shy. Midna had never seen her like that. Reclusive yes, but never shy.

“It has,” Midna mumbled, just as awkward as she. Zelda’s expression kept changing from scared, to confident, and to uncertainty, as if she was trying to think of what to say. Midna took the opportunity to really look at her. She looked tired, worn down, hanging on by a thread, yet still trying to hang on regardless. Her regal facade was clearly breaking, and it was clear that the past ten years were not kind to her. Though, her entire life was riddled with hardships and trials. Midna swallowed, feeling guilt build up within her again as she stared at her old friend. She completely abandoned her, didn’t she?

“I’m happy to see you again,” Zelda finally said, and Midna stared blankly.

“What?”

“I-I said I’m happy to see you again.”

She frowned, staring at the ground, almost angry at the comment. “Why?”

It was Zelda’s turn to stare blankly, her hands still fidgeting nervously in front of her.

“Pardon?”

Midna scoffed, shaking her head in frustration. “How could you be happy to see me after everything?”

“Wh-why wouldn’t I be? It’s been so long, Midna.”

Midna looked down, ignoring the obvious fear in her expression. “I know I hurt you by breaking the mirror. I just… I thought you’d resent me for it.”

Zelda frowned. “No! It hurt, yes, but I never resented you for it!” She looked down at her hands, shrinking away from her. “As rulers we must make difficult decisions for the best of our people. You did what you had to do to protect everyone. It hurt to see the mirror broken, but I know it hurt you more.”

Midna sighed. It was the most painful thing she’s ever done. She tried convincing herself that she wouldn’t miss Link and Zelda when she left, that she wouldn’t be upset over never seeing them ever again. But with the way she was clearly a support to Zelda, the way that she and Link made love that one night, it was nearly impossible to do. Which made everything so frustrating. She went through all that heartache and for what? Just to return two years later? Despite everything, she still tried to keep herself a secret, but Link had begged her to meet the rest of his family, and though she didn’t regret it, it still made things feel vain.

And Zelda never saw her all those years. Midna was too scared to visit.

It wasn’t just because it was risky (though it was), but she was afraid of how Zelda would react to her. Admittedly she was afraid with Link as well, but she knew Link better than he knew himself, so it brought her some comfort that he wouldn’t outright hate her. But Zelda was very quiet and very serious. It was hard to tell how she truly felt about something. The twili were generally very unforgiving if someone were to cross them, so she assumed Zelda would be the same.

Yet here she was, saying that she missed her.

Goddesses.

“Why are you and Link so nice?” Midna whimpered, walking right up to Zelda and pulling her into a hug. Zelda made a surprised noise, her face buried into her chest, but she hesitantly reciprocated, her head resting fully against her. They stood there for a moment, simply holding each other, until Zelda pulled away.

“Are you leaving to fight the beast by yourself?” She asked, and Midna shrugged.

“I won’t be alone, but I do want you to stay here and—”

“No.” Zelda pulled out the sol she was carrying, tapping it with her finger. “With this, I can use the light arrows, which will aid in the battle. Take me with you, and I can help turn the odds to our favor!”

Midna stared at the sol and sighed. She didn’t want to endanger Zelda any further; she felt like she had the responsibility to fight the beast alone since she let it escape, but Zelda had a stubborn expression on her face.

“Let me go with you.” She asked again, and the door to the medic’s room opened, revealing two of the twili and the other light dweller she didn’t know.

“We’re going too!” The light dweller exclaimed, and Zelda shook her head.

“N-no, Hoz, you—”

“It’s like you said before, my queen. I need to retreat and make a plan so that I may strike again!” The light dweller, Hoz, pumped his fist. “I’m going to rescue my men that I abandoned and the rest of the missing people, just like you ordered!”

The other two twili stepped up, each one bowing to Midna.

“My name is Nerc,” a rounder looking one introduced himself. “This is my friend Turk. We wish to help save the rest of our city! Please let us go with you!”

Midna frowned, looking between each person and sighing. “I can’t ask that of you. You’ve already been through so much.”

Nerc smiled, bowing slightly. “We have, but it has strengthened us. I am a skilled kargarok flier and can help in any way that I can. But I cannot sit back and let the remaining survivors suffer while I am here. Please, my queen, let me go with you!”

Turk bowed as well, his hands clasped together to beg. Midna frowned, looking between the two twili, then at Zelda and Hoz.

“But… you’re all injured.”

“No, luckily it’s just me.”

Rusl suddenly appeared at the door, his arms crossed and leaning against the frame. He had a smirk on his face and nodded at Midna. “You’ll want them with you, Midna. Trust me.”

Midna frowned, still feeling hesitant, but if he felt confident, then surely they would be fine, right? She smiled slightly at Rusl, walking up close to him and resting her hands on his shoulders. “Will you… watch over Kori? K–keep him safe… from… everything?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her expression pleading as she stared into his icy-blue eyes. Rusl’s gaze softened and he nodded.

“Nothing will happen to him, Midna. I promise.”

Midna let out a small sigh, nodding back at him and turning to the others, giving them a firm and commanding look.

“Alright,” she agreed, gesturing for them to follow. “If you all want to come so bad, then I won’t stop you.” She turned towards the hallway, gesturing for them to follow. “Let’s go kill a beast.”

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL Master List

The Ones Who Live: Episode 1 - Episode 6

Episode One - “Years” 🪓

#1: The Hand (1.01)

#2: The Dreamgirl (1.01)

#3: The Getting Back To You (1.01)

#4: The Bench (1.01)

#5: The Eager (1.01)

 #6: The Gone (1.01)

#7: The Choice (1.01)

#8: The Last Letter (1.01)

#9: The 5 Pizzas & A Wedding Ring (1.01)

#10: The Burning (1.01)

Episode Two - “Gone” 🗡

#11: The One & Only  (1.02)

#12: The Building (1.02)

#13: The Recovery (1.02)

#14: The Magnetic Reunion (1.02)

#15: The Going (1.02)

#16: The Secret Rendezvous (1.02)

#17: The Danger (1.02)

Episode Three - “Bye” 🚁

#18: The Broken Bliss (1.03)

#19: The Bad B (1.03)

#20: The 'Poison' (1.03)

#21: The Getaway Plan (1.03)

#22: The Trouble in 'Paradise' (1.03)

#23: The Portrait (1.03)

#24: The Helplessly Devoted  (1.03)

#25: The Irresistible (1.03)

#26: The Crazy (1.03)

Episode Four - “What We” 👑

#27: The Timeout (1.04)

#28: The Big Reveal (1.04)

#29: The Malfunction (1.04)

#30: The Story of the Brave Man (1.04)

#31: The Heart Rip (1.04)

#32: The Safety (1.04)

#33: The Push (1.04)

#34: The Trapped (1.04)

#35: The Buildup (1.04)

#36: The Ressurection (1.04)

#37: The Good Kind Heart (1.04)

#38: The Scars (1.04)

#39: The Love of My Life (1.04)

#40: The Living Dead (1.04)

#41: The Loving Memory (1.04)

#42: The Fuel (1.04)

Episode Five - “Become” 💍

#43: The Good Life (1.05)

#44: The Family Gifts (1.05)

#45: The Son's Best Friend (1.05)

#46: The Never Letting Go (1.05)

#47: The Lovebirds & The Snake (1.05)

#48: The Wedding Plans (1.05)

#49: The Final Deal (1.05)

#50: The Dream Come True (1.05)

#51: The Mr. & Mrs. Grimes (1.05)

Episode 6 - “The Last Time” 🧨

#52: The Ring Finger (1.06)

#53: The Dossier (1.06)

#54: The Missed (1.06)

#55: The Future Generations (1.06)

#56: The Real CRM (1.06)

#57: The Father (1.06)

#58: The Fearless (1.06)

#59: The Eternal Love (1.06)

#60: The Cure (1.06)

#61: The Happy Ending (1.06)

#62: The Happy Beginning (1.06)

[your-fave-is-christian]

The girl reading this~

The girl reading this is Christian! 😊

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[kcuf-ad]

I swear to fuck if I see another girl character being hated because they "get in the way", I am going to throw their bodies off a building.

[wenellyb]

I feel like trying to assign singular blame to either one is a bit reductive and misses the nuances of things.

I'm not gonna comment on Tommy, because I think you did a wonderful job at laying out his faults and issues already.

But Buck's dialogue toward Tommy this episode was very deliberate. Where Tommy expresses regret, and longing, and care, Buck kind of just doesn't.

When Tommy says he fought the urge to call Buck, Buck doesn't respond with "Me too," he just smiles and says "No way," which can come across as a little smug.

He also never tells Tommy that he also wants to get back together and try again, he simply asks if that's what Tommy means and if he's still scared Buck might break his heart. Tommy is honest and says he is still scared, but less so, and then puts his foot in his mouth with the "competition" comment.

The thing is, Buck first focuses on the wrong thing ("Eddie's straight" over "Eddie's just my best friend and I don't have feelings for him.") before instantly going nuclear and telling Tommy that casual sex is all their night was and that he doesn't feel anything for him anymore.

Which reinforces every catastrophic scenario Tommy's self-sabotaging mind has already propped up because Buck never told him how much he missed him, that he wants to get back together, that he sees a future with him.

Personally, I don't really think either of them is specifically more at fault, or deserves an apology first. The miscommunication is fairly balanced imo. I'd say that the ball for reaching out is in Buck's court, if only because he is the one out of the two who actually knows that both of them want this, while Tommy is under the impression that Buck's already moved on.

Hi Anon!!!

Thank you for the ask! I wasn't suggesting Tommy was the only one to blame but I feel like in this case Buck was reacting to Tommy. He wasn't being mean on purpose. That's what I meant.

Did Buck do it in the "meanest way possible"? Yes he did, but Tommy didn't help either.

I see what you're saying about Buck's behavior but we have to remember that Buck was the one who was dumped.

He put himself out there, asked Tommy to move in with him and what happened? Tommy broke up with him. Of course Buck is going to be cautious and be careful about what he says.

It makes sense that he wouldn't tell Tommy:" oh I've been pining for you and wanting to call you too" he's the "dumpee", he can't have the same behavior as the "dumper", especially since Tommy broke up with him because he thought Buck wasn't sure of his own feelings.

Thank you for the ask and for the input, and I agree with what you said, I just understand why Buck reacted the way he did, and I also didn't like how some people insinuating that Buck was being mean to Tommy intentionally.

The miscommunication is part of the drama and I'll make the reunion even more spectacular

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Between Sonic and Tails, who do you think would end up confessing their feelings first?

Good question. Definitely depends upon the iteration and context, but for the most part (at least in my head) getting either of them to confess (and in some cases even ruminate on their feelings and admit to themselves the nature of them) is hard

Like, for example, I personally think that game!Sonic (and post sgw Archie Sonic and IDW Sonic) kind of take Tails' presence for granted in a way. To them, it will always be the two of them (Sonic and Tails). The ideal future is that they keep on hanging out and still fight side by side sometimes and that even if Sonic goes it alone he can always come back from his adventures to chill with Tails or crash at his place. In other words, in Sonic's fantasies of the future, things like getting married or raising families or anything like that are just kind of tacked on as something that will just kind of be true at best and ignored at worst. If he even considers a future where things are a bit different because Tails is together™ with someone, to him it's only natural that Tails would be in his life the same way and nothing would really change. And so to that end, even if Sonic DOES realize his own feelings, he probably wouldn't see any good reason to confess. It would make things more complicated, especially if Tails doesn't share those feelings, and he doesn't have to worry anyways because Tails will always prioritize the two of them and be at his side, right?

And then it's even worse for versions of Sonic more akin to, say, pre sgw Archie Sonic. This is because in addition to the already existing unwillingness to change things and the assumption that he doesn't ever have to worry about no longer being the center of Tails' world (or a major figure in it at least), there is some palpable internalized homophobia within that hedgehog with an added complexity. For Archie Sonic in particular, I think even if he realized that he wanted to even be with Tails forever in a strictly non brothers fashion, he would feel mixed feelings about that (perhaps that coming out about it would ruin things or make things weird, or that getting together with Tails at any point would deprive him of "normalcy", or that he'd pressured Tails into it, or even just weird or a bit creepy).

As for Tails, I actually think that most iterations of him have figured their feelings out by this point. In all honesty, there's only so long you can go on fixating on someone and admiring them, and structuring your life around them before you realize your "I want to be with them" isn't just about simply admiring them. It's just that Tails' main obstacle to me is the avoidance of ruining anything.

On one hand, there's Sonic's avoidance to being tied down. We've seen time and time again Sonic rejecting people who pursue him openly or looking uncomfortable with them. Archie Sonic in particular made it clear that this version of Sonic couldn't stand the idea of not being able to freely be himself or adventure. He couldn't stand the idea of having to tie himself down and taking on extra responsibilities and expectations simply because he's with someone. I can see Tails being afraid that by confessing, he could scare Sonic away. If he happened to confess and Sonic thought Tails meant to stifle him or Sonic felt uncomfortable by that open expression, wouldn't that risk their relationship? Even if Sonic wouldn't go so far as to drop him as a best friend (which he never would do that for the record), there's still real fear in making things weird or different between himself and Sonic.

And that feeds right into the other hand. On the other hand, Sonic probably doesn't see him that way, right? Though Sonic is special to him and Sonic also cares for him back, at best Sonic has never thought about it and never will, or he just wouldn't feel the same (in Tails' eyes). With Archie Tails in particular, even if Tails gets over his own interlized homophobia about it and recognizes his feelings for what they are, he probably feels that there's no way to be anything different than a brother to Sonic, and thus confessing would be a terrible move. If Tails confesses and Sonic doesn't feel the same, it also runs the risk of making things weird between them or (in Tails' eyes) ruining it.

All this to say that my general opinion is that as long as things stay exactly the way they are forever, even if they start spending even more time together, I find it hard to believe either of the two will opt into confessing on purpose

But, with that being said, a confession is not an impossibility. I don't think either of the two are immune to being put in a position where they finally confess (and no, with the state of things for them, simply saying "I love you" will not count as a confession). And if we barred situations where like. They're literally about to die or one can do anything they like without the other (or themselves) remembering the outcome, I actually can give you an answer

And honestly, if one of them had to confess eventually, I believe it would probably end up being Sonic.

Why? Well, out of the two, Tails actually sits back and thinks about his emotions more often than not. I think even before he figured out the exact nature of his feelings he knew he felt very strongly for Sonic. But, no matter which media you're touching upon, I feel as if Tails fits into that archetype of "person who has been in love with their best friend since literally forever, but knows their best friend will never feel the same". The longer Tails ruminates on these feelings, the stronger he feels them, the more he watches Sonic (especially as someone who cares about plenty of people other than him), the more time he spends with Sonic, the less incentivized he feels to actually confess. Especially if Sonic would never feel the same, the best Tails can hope for is that things stay the same between them and Sonic never replaces his role.

Or in short, Tails is so in his head about it at this point, it's very hard to convince him that confessing is ever a good idea or necessary.

But while Tails is more obviously attached to Sonic, Sonic is much less obviously attached to Tails and other people as a whole. With him being "free as the wind" and the kind of figure he is, he kind of benefits from having the persona of a guy who doesn't need his friends but (nevertheless) can be assisted by them. He probably seems cool for being so strong and independent while equally caring that people live. But this doesn't mean Sonic doesn't have attachments (far from it). Rather, for Sonic, his attachments to others seem to naturally grow. And the more time he spends with them, the more he grows used to their presence. And especially with someone like Tails, who has been around as his companion the longest, he doesn't sit around long enough to consider that Tails would ever leave his side. Once he grows used to that person, he doesn't have to recognize his attachment or even think about the nature of his own feelings because it is and always has been whatever it is. So, in other words, even if he becomes more and more reliant on the fact that Tails will always be around or that Tails will always assist him, he doesn't have to admit more than "This is what our best friendship is. This is what it's like"

All of this is to say that while my idea of present Tails would be trying to do anything in his power to stay with Sonic (as long as Sonic is willing of course), even if that means never confessing the exact nature of his feelings for the hedgehog, Sonic isn't already thinking about these things. This means that while Tails has very few pathways to confession, Sonic has plenty!...if you scare him well enough.

For example, Idw Sonic has been more clearly spending more time with Tails (even baseline just. Crashing at his place more often) after the metal virus arc. Couple this with post neo metal incident 2 electric boogaloo idw Sonic who just wants to have a break and live peacefully for a minute, this is a Sonic who has become scared enough to want to indulge in spending more time with Tails. I also think that post Sonic Prime Sonic is also a version of him who would start to spend more time with Tails than before after having already lost him and having to deal with the Tails shaped hole in his life once.

So, if you got a Sonic to the point where he'd fully accepted his feelings and he felt like confessing them would be necessary to secure the future he wants, then he'd confess. Honestly, the easiest way I'd see this going about would be a story where Tails is framed as leaving him to go do something or be somewhere else, away for Sonic, possibly indefinitely, or if Sonic actually has to spend enough time without Tails after initially telling himself his own feelings wouldn't matter so long as Tails is happy wherever he is. But, if it came down to confessing being something that might actually bring Sonic to his desired future (especially if Tails rejecting him is no different from prolonging the separation they already have if he says nothing), then I think he could work up the courage to do it.

And in the end...I think it has to be Sonic. Although I on occasion enjoy fantasizing about moments where Tails can't take it anymore and confesses, only for Sonic to realize his own feelings in the process, I think that Sonic would have to be the one who confesses his feelings/wishes for the future for Tails to even believe that his pipe dreams are a possibility. I think it's Sonic who would need to pull Tails out of his head, because the probability that Tails works up the courage to confess is more unlikely.

So...yeah. In my head, Sonic is driven to a point where he confesses and pulls Tails out of his head about it.

[aurorangen]

Renee and Charlie were talking about Strangerville when a woman came over and introduced herself as Sergeant Dar'leen Neilsen (by @bloomingkyras). They talked about the disappearances to her and Dar'leen gave some useful insight into both cases, particularly about her experience with Strangerville and its dangers.

Transcript & Bonus:

Just don't let the police know.

...

Dar'leen: Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about Strangerville. I'm Sergeant Dar'leen Neilsen, but you can call me Dar'leen. You two sound really worried…can I be of any help? Renee: Oh Sergeant! I'm Renee and this is my cousin Charlie. We've got a difficult situation right now.

[The two explain everything. First about the the disappearance of Vincent then about Veronica's letter] Dar'leen: You're right. You should find out if he's with relatives, if not I would report him as missing immediately. Report him to San Myshuno investigation department, Detective Reichmann's team is best at handling it.

Charlie: Yeah we should tell my Dad about this. We're all really worried at this point. Dar'leen: Ah I see! You are his family, you two do look alike! I was at a conference with him earlier. Charlie: My Dad is really busy now isn't he? [Dar'leen nods her head while reading the letter]

Dar'leen: From reading your letter [sighs] Strangerville. It's not a good place. You see I am from Oasis Springs, the only town closest to Strangerville, a few hundred miles [thinking back]. So I was part of this case and we travelled close to Strangerville. The town had a surrounding border, with lots of military personnel…

Dar'leen: They were strange people and all armed with weapons. By all means, they block anyone from entering, researchers, reporters, outsiders. Since no one is allowed in, there's not much information about Strangerville online, or from any outside sources. No photos, articles. It's all a secret really.

Dar'leen: Hmm and your friend here seems like she has business to take care of. I'd advise you to not get involved, Strangerville is too dangerous for everyone. No one really knows what's happening there. Renee: That's true. I'm just hoping it won't take too long and she'll come back…ask her about it then.

[They take their minds off things for a bit. Dar'leen talks about her daughter and Britechester University] Renee: Actually I'm heading back to campus very soon! I could show you guys around! Dar'leen: Unfortunately I won't be able to make it, that would help her out a lot. Thank you Renee!

…

?: [the other end of the line] Do you hear me? We cannot let the fucking police get involved in any of this! They'll find him and then-…arghhh! What's your plan now then eh? [adamantly] Just don't let the police know.

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

The Dragon Prince Post-6x09/Early S7 Speculative fic WIP

I know today’s not a designated WIP-posting day but I still felt like posting this here since I’m proud of what I have so far and thought that this might motivate me to finish it 🤞🏽 I’ve made so many changes to it, esp after getting the few screenshots until I got to this point, so here it is 😊

Home 💔

After observing the immense smoke that came from the direction of Katolis for some time, Callum finally walked over to Rayla and pulled her aside.

“I’m going to need to fly over to the castle and see what’s going on. I need to check on Ezran and everyone,”

“Callum, I should come with you. We don’t know what dangers there could-”

“Runaan needs you,” Callum interrupted her, placing one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek. “He just got out of the coin and he’s going to need you to help him readjust,”

Rayla looked worriedly into his eyes, then nodded reluctantly. Callum pulled Rayla closer to him to kiss her deeply, with Rayla wrapping her arms tightly around him.

When they finally pulled away, Callum smiled at her and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Take care of Runaan and meet me at the Banther Lodge, ok?” he promised her then gave her another quick kiss before parting from her. He turned to face the direction of the castle and raised both of his arms in front of him. “Manus. Pluma. Volantus.” He calmly incanted.

Runaan, who stood a distance behind them, watched in awe as the young human’s rune-glowing arms transformed into large, feathery wings. Callum looked towards Rayla one last time, smiled and nodded at her before he finally took off. Rayla looked up at him smiling anxiously, then felt a hand on her shoulder.

“He’s a strong one, this Callum,” She heard Runaan tell her. Her eyes still not wavering off of Callum, her smile shifted into a proud one. “Yeah, he is,” she replied calmly.

[moonchild9350]

Right? A nap with anyone of them would be a dream 🩵

Napping With Stray Kids

Summary: Just my thoughts on napping with Skz!

Pairing: OT8 idol Stray Kids x reader

Word Count: 881

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Warnings: none (shocking for me lol)

Notes: This was fun to write and had to put something together real quick before life gets busy again! I'm happy this came up in our convos @jeonginsleftcheek! I hope you guys like it!

Likes, reblogs, and comments welcomed as always :)

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

Bangchan We all know Bangchan has insomnia and doesn’t sleep well or much at all but he’s more than happy to at least try to nap with you if you suggest it. He’ll hold off on his never ending to do list, because he’ll do anything for his baby girl. You snuggle into his arms, as he pulls the blankets up and around you to keep you warm. His fingers lightly drag up and down your spine, soothing you. He’ll even sing you a song to help you fall asleep if you want. Tucking your head into his chest, your breathing starts to slow as you fall asleep. Chan tries, he really does, to fall asleep and nap with you but he’s perfectly content watching you sleep in his arms.

Lee Know I’m convinced that if you try to nap with Minho, sleep won’t come right away. He’ll try and tickle you knowing how ticklish you are, giggling as you squirm and grab a pillow to throw it at him. He’ll tackle you and press kisses all over your face while you laugh and tell him to stop (even though you don’t want him to, not really). After retrieving the pillows off the floor, you’ll both settle in, Minho wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his head into your neck. If you’re lucky the kids will come nap with you guys too, Soonie napping by both of your heads, Doongie at your feet, and Dori snuggling into your side.

Changbin Changbin would be one to be watching videos on his phone like tik tok or YouTube and would giggle every two seconds at something funny. Every time you close your eyes to nap, his giggle would fill the room causing you to open your eyes and laugh back with him. You can’t help it, he’s just so darn cute! Eventually you do fall asleep, your head resting on your chest. Binnie notices you’re asleep (which is a miracle honestly because the man can’t multitask to save his life) and tries his best not to make a sound, you just look so peaceful and he wants to make sure his baby gets plenty of rest.

Hyunjin I believe that napping with Hyunjin would be the most poetic? Like you’re all curled up in his bed, blanket wrapped around you, your hair fanned out on his pillow. He’s sitting at his desk painting, cause when is he not. But you don’t mind. You watch him for a while, the way his hands move around the paper, the little face he makes when the color doesn’t come out the way he wants. You eventually drift off to sleep. Hyunjin notices, and smiles, happy you’re here with him. Little do you know, you’re sleeping form is the subject of his painting, as he thinks you look like an angel.

Han Han is the certified nap man, this is no secret. He is always down for a nap, add you in the equation and he’s the happiest man on earth. He’ll pull you into his arms, pressing sweet kisses and nuzzling his head into your neck. It doesn’t take long for you both to fall asleep. You’re just so cute together. And bonus points for the members if you guys fall asleep at the studio. They’re ohhhing and awwing at you two love birds, fast asleep together.

Felix On his off days, he’s at his computer, playing Genshin. It’s really the only time he has to play. But the moment you come over, he logs off and he goes to snuggle with you. You love looking at Felix’s face, tracing his freckles while he looks deep into your eyes. You’re both just so in love with each other. Your eyes slowly close, perfectly content in his arms. Felix would lean down to press a kiss on your nose, before closing his own eyes. He finds he sleeps best when you’re by his side.

Seungmin Now Seungmin could go both ways when it comes to napping with you. He could be a total menace by poking your face and tickling you. Making fun of your protests (lovingly of course) and not letting you sleep. Or he could be the exact opposite, a sweet puppy, pulling you close and softy singing you a song to help lull you to sleep. Either way he will end of falling asleep with you, mind blown at how he could have ended up with such a sweet person as you.

I.N. Now Jeongin is a middle child and hates skinship, this we all know. But I’m convinced if he’s going to snuggle and fall asleep with someone it’s you, the love of his life. It’s different when you touch him, he craves your touch more than he thought possible. He makes sure you’re all tucked in, nice and warm, but not so much so that he can’t feel you anymore. You’ll laugh at his actions, telling him you’re fine as long as he’s there. He doesn’t listen, he wants to make sure you have a nice rest and being warm and comfortable is part of that. To top it all off, he’ll drape your legs over his, and wrap his arms around you as you both drift off to sleep.

Taglist: @jehhskz @jeonginsleftcheek

[elitadream]

My dear, I just want to send a proper message that I’m happy for you that you took priority in your mental wellbeing and health. I will miss your art but I will say that I’m glad that I got to view your masterpieces before your art purge (which I totally understand, don’t worry). I think you’re among the best artists to inspire me to find my own footing and interpretation in the SMB fandom in terms on how I view the characters’ personalities, social dynamics and making my personal headcanons and lore posts and of course, in writing my stories.

Your feedback means so much to me when you commented on some of my stories and they make me smile, knowing that you enjoy them. So thank you for taking the time to read them and telling me what you like about them.

I know that I have previously tagged you in some content and especially in some of my newer stories, my dear. Is it okay if I can continue to do so on occasion? If it does make you feel uncomfortable, I can cease the tagging…please let me know.

Know that I’m glad to have come across you, and that your writing and art have inspired me greatly alongside of many other prodigious artists, writers and other content creators in the SMB fandom.

Thank you so much, my dear.

You're so sweet, thank you! ^-^🫂🩷 It's always amazing for me to hear that I've inspired others in some way, and I'm glad that you were able to build your own vision from it! ✍️✨

Oh, but sure! 🤗 I don't plan on being as active as I was previously, so there are posts that I may occasionally miss along the way haha, but I don't mind being tagged. :3 I also welcome direct messages at any time if people want to discuss something with me that isn't necessarily meant to be made public. 👐

I'm happy to have met you too! We haven't known each for long, but I can see you're a very gentle and considerate person who's very appreciated in this community. 😌 Thank you for the lovely encouragements, and you're welcome! 😁

[whateverisbeautiful]

Now we need the MP of every MP pinned. But fr thank you for this!! It give us richonners life.

Thank you! 😊💗 Making this the pinned MP of every MP 👌🏽

Richonne in Retrospect (S3 - S6)

Reveling in Richonne (S3 - S7)

Reveling in Richonne (S8-S11)

Richonne Top 30

Reveling in Richonne (TOWL S1)

Richonne in Retrospect - The 💋 List

[assumedcryptid]

maybe an unpopular opinion but i like to think glinda WANTED to throw that torch in No One Mourns The Wicked HEAR ME OUT

they come out w a GIANT EFFIGY of her misunderstood best friend!! They're celebrating her death!!! And she's looking at this thing, and handed the torch and maybe she's thinking that she'd love to tear down the misrepresentation of her old friend, that maybe taking down this effigy will allow the people their peace and celebration, while allowing her friend to rest.

Like, burning the effigy is almost releasing elphaba of the wickedness that was thrust upon her.

(and also maybe glinda just wanted to get rid of that thing asap because of how fucked it was 🤷🏽‍♀️)

The whole song she's acting like she's just as happy as the rest of them, I can see the effigy being a last straw of sorts. So she's not burning her friend, she's burning the people's awful perception of her.

[znowubolimnienoga]

hi hello thank you for reblogging literally every remrom piece ive ever made, damn!!! i adore your art and fics, btw

- @creativitwincest

its my pleasure!!! i really adore your style, it's a joy to look at!!!!