#tho haven’t left the house in the mornings in a while

[bahrtofane]

Promises under the stars - Carlos ending

Part 1

Part 1 Jude pov

Part 2 READ PT 2 FIRST PLEAAAZEEE

im begging read pt 2 before this pls. plz.

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Here it is yall.

Why is there a Carlos ending? Good question ! While brain rotting with my dear dear friend it spiraled and we grew to love him too great and I couldn’t just let him suffer! He deserves an ending with his baby okay !!

Word count - 1.4k+

Watch it - alcoholic behavior galore. Miserable Jude. Mentions of child birth nothing descriptive tho

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It turns out Jude is one stubborn mother fucker.

He’s everywhere you go to the point that you go through with the damn restraining order. Carlos cuts his hours in order to be home with you more due to the pregnancy and just to keep and eye out for any more bizarre events.

Little does he know what is to come.

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At 2 pm Jude comes banging on your driveway gate, yelling and throwing curses at the both of you.

You’re taking a nap. Tuckered out from the mornings errands and the start of building your nursery in one of the spare rooms.

Carlos is sitting at the kitchen table reading his emails when he hears the noise.

He calls the police and watches from the front door as they drag Jude off screaming and in tears.

He tells you about it when you wake about an hour later. It’s all over the news anyway. Madrid star jailed for public intoxication and violation of a restraining order.

You both decide heading to Spain for the rest of your pregnancy might be best. You refused a doula, you wanted it to be much more intimate. But the stress is starting to get to you. Tremors and headaches, nights spent worrying.

“It will pass.” Carlos promises. Kissing your knuckles softly.

——-

Jude can't think straight. In every breath he smells the perfume you wore last time he saw you at that damn cafe.

When he closes his eyes he sees you being grabbed away from him. Pregnant with his child.

In his dreams he’s tormented by a shadowed of a future that can not be.

Jude thinks there’s a million better endings than this one. That if he were to die right now he would cheer.

There is no one to comfort him. Not in a way that matters. His family no longer talks to him and his house is much too big to be alone in. He still fears the darkness. The unknown.

Instead he buys time with alcohol. Drinking till he can’t see straight. Never mind if he has practice or a game.

He parties so hard he never remembers what he did the night before.

He gets slower on the pitch. Making messy tackles and ending up with unnecessary cards and his temper becomes a liability.

He’s gotten multiple takings. You need to calm down Jude they keep saying. How can he calm down with so much rage, a rage that’s almost as old as he is.

How can he forget you ?

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You get to Spain and feel like you’re going to pop, even though you know you have a few months left.

His mother clears out rooms for you on the first floor so you can avoid going up and down the stairs too much.

“Have you thought of names?” His dad asks at dinner.

You shrug, “not really. We haven’t had the chance to sit down and think about it properly. “

He hums, knife sliding against his plate.

Carlos has a hand on your knee, rubbing his fingers softly against the material of your dress. Dresses are the only thing that fit you anymore. The only thing you feel comfortable enough in.

His sisters stop by with gifts for the baby, their husband as well. Each giving you hugs and kisses.

“Oh I can’t wait.” Blanca smiles, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You have a little gender reveal in the living room. Just a cake in your pajamas while everyone is at home. His parents are smiling wide, phones out. His sisters watch with eyes wide, leaning into their husbands.

You and Carlos cut into it, hands on the knife as it sinks in. Pink icing on the knife. You’re having a girl.

——-

The nursery gets finished a few weeks before your due date. She’s going to be a summer baby. It fits well.

The house is filled with people in and out to come visit you. And soon comes the family reunion.

You’re forced to sit and relax, rolling your eyes watching the prep going on around you.

When the now familiar faces fill the home you greet them with a smile and they all shower you in compliments and well wishes. It turns more into a baby shower, gifts pouring in til, the nursery is full of them.

Carlos sticks to your side like glue. A hand on your back helping you get to your seat and settled. “Need more pillows?”

You shake your head, “I’m good my love thank you. “

He kisses your temple and the dinner service begins.

This time you understand more of what his mother says in the toast. She even welcomes your baby into the family and you can’t stop smiling. She’s done so much for you. There’s no woman you’d want as your mother in law more than her. Reyes is so so kind. How can you ever repay her kindness?

You retire to your room early into the night. Already tired from being on your feet more than usual. Carlos joins you, even if you insist that he can stay out and mingle he follows you. Drawing the curtains and getting your bed ready.

He presses a kiss to your stomach when you’re situated. “She’s almost here.” He whispers.

You smile, “I know. I still can’t believe it.”

“Me neither. “

“What did you want to name her anyway?”

He hums, rubbing a hand along your stomach, “I don’t really know. I like typical Spanish names. Maybe like Rosalia. What do you think.”

“I think that I have someone I want to name her after.”

“Really?”

You nod, “your mother. You think she’d like it? I want to give her two first names and the second would be Reyes.”

Carlos turns to his side, cradling your face in his hands. “Oh sweetheart she’s going to love it. I love it. Are you sure?”

You kiss his nose. “I’m sure. “

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You have your baby in a nearby hospital. A little bundle no more than 6 pounds. Crying out while you hold her close. Carlos is crying. And so are you.

Her name is just like you wanted. Your favorite flower is her first and Reyes the second. And of course she gets the insanely long full Sainz family full name. The nurse runs out of room when she writes it all down. Takes an extra piece of paper but it fits. Eventually.

His parents visit you with flowers a day later.

“Look at her name.” Carlos tells his mother.

She takes a closer look, and bursts into tears. “She has my name.” She cries into her husband's arms.

“I hope you like it.” You sniffle, unable to stop your own tears.

She wraps her arms around you gently, “oh I love it. I love it so so much.”

You don’t invite your parents. Them coming to the wedding was enough for you. They can meet her when the time comes. Too much meddling in your life has turned you distant to them at best. Oh well.

When you make it back home you’re greeted to a home cooked meal made by his sisters. All of your favorites and boy do you dig in.

Everyone is excited to see her. Little fingers reaching out into the world.

Carlos holds her flush to his chest when you get settled for the night.

“Our baby. My little girl. She’s so beautiful.” He kisses her head.

You smile, fixing the hat she has on. “You’re going to be such a good dad Carlos.” You kiss his cheek.

He flushes, “you think?”

You nod, watching him set her down into her crib.

“I know it.”

You didn’t know it was possible to love more. But your girl is proving you wrong. And everyone else in the family it seems. They’re obsessed with her.

She’s going to know so much love.

Things did work out in the end. With Carlos and your baby sleeping peacefully in the same room and the moonlight dancing through the curtains, it was all worth it in the end.

You whisper a different promise under the stars. This time it’s for your family. For your baby. For Carlos. For his family who have opened their home to you.

The stars twinkle back at you and you find peace. You’ve found it, tucked away in the Spanish countryside. Your peace has finally come.

[catmilf4life]

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chris sturniolo x fem reader (nameclaim)

nameclaim: aurora

-angst

TW: blood mentioned! (a lot!!), drugs, cigarettes, alcohol (slightly), self harm, overdose, addiction

synopsis: u were the most perfect girl in the world, you didn’t see yourself as that, but chris did.

!not proof read! - sorry for grammatical errors I wrote this really late at night. Am gonna be fixing them before i make a masterlist! dw!

chris’ pov.

I was coming back from work. It was pretty late maybe 9ish? I spent the whole day at the warehouses just going through some merch designs, with my team. I didn’t see Rori, since this morning. Oh, how i missed her.

I missed her touch, how she touches my neck when we kiss, i missed her soft plum lips. In fact i missed everything, she was just so perfect.

I stopped on the red light. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song in the background, tv girl cigarettes out the window was playing. It immediately reminded me of Rori.

she was a heavy smoker. I tried to talk her out of it, but it never worked. After a while I got used to her late night smoking sessions.

She would sit in my window, looking at the street infront of our house.

i would study her silhouette. Sometimes i would join her and smoke too. I never really wanted to get attached tho.

Since me and my brothers hit 21 we still tried to keep our promise and not drink and smoke if it wasn’t necessary.

But well sometimes, life was too hard. Rori got addicted when she was 18 and never stopped since.

She hated herself for it. Or well that’s what she told me.

My mind drifted way back. I came back to reality when I heard a car behind me honk. I look up and see the red light turn green.

I open my door to our house slowly closing them behind me.

“Rori? am home!” i yelled as i waited for an answer. I was so excited to kiss her and hug her until she couldn’t breathe.

“rori?” I yell once again. Where is she? she always texted me when she left the house so i wouldn’t worry.

I come to our living room just looking around. I see her phone on our living room table. I look at it, i see many messages from her friends.

My breath slowly changes rhythm. As i start to panic. I got scared. Where was she.

“rori?! where are you? this is not funny!” i yelled as i tried to stay calm. I go to our bedroom, nothing. I go to our closet, no one in sight. i go to our guest room,bathroom nothing.

I walk all around the house shouting her name hoping she was just playing. I pick up my phone and try to text her friends.

My last option was the main bathroom. The last place where i haven’t looked.

I feel sweat form on my forehead as i slowly walk up to the door. I put my hand on the handle and slowly put pressure on it.

I open the door. My pupils get huge and my eyes get automatically teary at the sight of rori sitting at our cold tiles. She had slits on her palms, hands her arms, everywhere.

I kneel down to her, looking at her lifeless body. “rori, please wake up. Please please don’t leave me.” I hug her body still feeling her heart beating. Tears fall down my face.

“please don’t leave, it’s gonna be fine. It’s going to be alright. Stay with me for a second.” i stuttered as i tried to hold myself together.

“am gonna call an ambulance, and and they are going to help you, i promise.” i sobbed.

Rori fluttered her eyes open. “rori? it’s going to be alright, i promise just stay with me.” “am scared, chris-“ “don’t waste your breath rori. ambulance is on their way.” i sobbed seeing rori slowly fading away.

“I love you chris, I always have, thank you.” Rori mumbled as she coughed. She had dark eye bags and her eyes were more closed than opened.

More tears fell down my cheeks as i couldn’t calm myself down. “i love you too. I always have. Just be here with me, please i need you.” i kissed her forehead as i tried to calm myself down.

I hugged her almost lifeless body as she rested her head on my shoulder. I kissed her beautiful hair. As tears fell down my already red face.

“don’t leave me.” i whispered to myself. “don’t leave me please. I need you here, with me.”

Rori died 1 minute before the ambulance came. I counted it. She died right on my shoulder on the cold bathroom tiles. As i hopelessly begged her to stay with me.

She overdosed herself and then slit her palms. i had so much rage and anger built up in me. How could she leave me here? How could she do it.

After that i promised myself, that i’ll never forget. Never forget about her sweet soul, about her beautiful face and how much i loved to cup her cheeks in my hands. And that i never forget what killed her.

i didn’t enter my apartment since. I didn’t want to remember that disgusting night.

After few weeks of living with my brother Nick I got my shit together and came to conclusion that i should move out.

I came to my old apartment as i was packing up our bedroom i came to the nightstand she used. I opened her drawer to find some weed and cigarettes.

When i saw it i wanted to burn them, I hated that shit. It ruined everything.

I took them out of the drawer and threw them on the bed.

As i came back to the drawer i saw a white envelope right under the place where the weed was.

I take it and slowly turn it around .

To my only real love Chris

i slowly opened the envelope. Inside i found a paper that had something written on it.

dear chris,

If you are reading this, am already dead.

I know it sounds crazy. But just know I will always love you no matter what.

You will always be in my heart. I hope that i will still have a small place in your heart too. I hope you find someone who deserves you. Who loves you as much as i did and even more. I accept that you are mad and angry at me for taking my life this way. Or taking my life at all. You think it was a selfish act. It was my escape. Now am finally free. I hope you’ll never forget about me. I’ll always love you. remember that.

your girlfriend Aurora.

ℒ𝓸𝓿𝒆 𝔂𝓸𝓾

My tears fell onto the white paper as some of the letters smudged from the salt water coming from my eyes. All the memories came rushing in my head. I really was angry at first. But now. It’s all gone. I just want her back, to be here with her.

I take the cigarettes and weed.

I sit on the window she used to sit.I opened her cigarettes pack and put one in my mouth and light it up.

The only thing rori left me was cigarette packs and an addiction.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓

- My first chris fic?!

What are we thinking?

oh! and this is even my first angst! am really excited cuz i never wrote something like this and it just motivated me to write more! love you all peace out

should i do one with matt?

[prianya]

request time!

so i was thinking last life! reader staying friends with n protecting Mumbo while he's on red even tho they're not, maybe paired with them trying to convince mumbo to let them give him a life

i've not seen mumbo's pov yet but from what i saw of him in others' vids he deserved so much better the poor man

-🪷

Golden Glow

Mumbo x Reader • Romantic

Word Count • 1022 words

Summary • As an argument reaches a silent crescendo, there's a resolution. While silent, it is still beautiful.

Note • God, the new year is already difficult, and it hasn't even been two weeks. Also, I'm sorry for the gaps in posting, I've been so busy with school and it feels like I can't do anything these days. Enjoy!

The field of wheat rolls out in front of you, golden stalks swaying in the wind. You had been hard at work for hours, hand-harvesting the crops with your sickle. Still, the amount of crop surpasses the sunlight you have left, the sun already starting to meet the horizon. You drop the sickle, wiping your face and looking back at the house. Mumbo sits on the porch, a bag of mixed vegetables next to him. He had come by your farm to help you, at your insistence. He had made his own conditions, however, and limited himself to pulling vegetables as to not give himself any type of weapon. You had scoffed at the words, almost offended as he gave you the reason for it. To not put himself in a position to hurt you, he said.

“To not hurt me. Void, I could laugh,” you say, crossing your arms as you scowled at him. He just withers under the look, trying idly to displace your annoyance. You finally just roll your eyes, throwing the sickle at his feet.

“Pick it up,” is all you say, and Mumbo just gapes at it.

“I. I can’t.” he finally says, standing as if to run from the tool. You pick it up, taking steady steps towards his retreating form. You catch him at the door, taking one of his hands and forcing it open. The sickle’s leather handle fits into his palm easily, having been molded over weeks of use.

“Wait-,” is all he managed to say, his hand falling to his side as you let go and step back.

“See? It’s fine. It wouldn’t even be a problem if you would just let me give you a life. You’re so stubborn,” you say, watching as his face goes from panic, to shock, and then to relief. 

“Oh my void. Never do that again,” he sighs out roughly, the relief heavy on his face. He ignores the last statement, favoring the action of walking inside.

You just frown, watching as he haphazardly drops the tool – weapon – on the porch. You follow shortly after, picking up the bag of vegetables he left on the porch in his panic. You both stop inside the kitchen and settle into your routine of washing and preparing the vegetables. He stationed himself at the sink, scrubbing the vegetables of dirt and off of their surfaces. You take the vegetables, setting aside the ones you plan to use for dinner. You begin chopping potatoes, quartering them neatly and pouring them in the pot on the stove. Neither of you pause in your actions as you talk, a well-oiled machine through years of camaraderie. 

“I saw a frog by your crops today,” Mumbo says, moving himself from the sink to the chopping boar opposite of yours on the kitchen island.

“Oh really? I haven’t seen any in a while. It’s getting close to the start of the winter and the biome closest to here is pretty cold.” you say, placing down your knife and carrying the pot of mixed vegetables to the stove. You add water, mixing spices throughout as you let it boil. Mumbo finishes cutting the last of the vegetables, pouring a mix of potatoes and carrots into the pot. Dinner comes quickly, and the two of you share the hot meal. You’re slumped at the table, the energy of the day wearing off as the fatigue of fieldwork sets in. Mumbo watches you slump, and sighs.

“Hey, go lay down. It’s late and you’re half asleep. Your stew will still be here in the morning,” he says gently, helping you out of your chair and placing both yours and his bowl on the counter. Leading you to bed, you both lay down. Your head hits the covers, and instead of sleeping, you observe Mumbo. He seems to be waiting for you to fall asleep, yet you just watch.

You stare at him as he faces the ceiling, your hands pinned under your face as you look. He’s stoic, almost unmoving as he thinks to space. The setting sun hits the window, painting his and your own face in beautiful golden-orange lighting. You almost miss his eyes darting towards the side, his eyes catching yours in the evening light. The room grows darker through your silence, and glowing reds and greens fill the space.

“Why?” Mumbo asks, his eyes finding yours in the dark. You just stare, his eyes almost maroon from the glow of his tattoo.

“Why what?” you finally say, humming quietly as he debates his answer.

“Why do you stay,” he starts, “when you would be safer anywhere else? You endanger yourself every time you step in this room, let alone get close to me. Why chance it?” He ends in a whisper, almost as if he were afraid his words would make you realize. Your face softens, and you give a small sigh.

“I stay for you, Mumbo. You’re the love of my life. I couldn’t leave you if I tried, it would hurt too much.” He just stares at the ceiling again, and you lay your head down once again. You grab his hand, and you meet no resistance like usual. You hum to fill the tense silence, and watch as green fades to yellow, until the only light you can see is that pale gold.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your eyelids drooping as you keep hold of his hand. He smiles gently at you, taking your hand and kissing the pads of your fingers. He lays your hand on his heart, and the turn of his head reveals the newly yellow tattoo.

“I should be the one thanking you,” he whispers, his eyes hazel in the light. You just sigh gently at the words, shaking your head from where it rests on your arm.

“Just go to sleep,” you whisper, and you hum as he turns on his side and wraps an arm around you. You rest gently, the faint light in the room soothing as you finally rest for what seems to have been the first time since the season’s beginning.

• Enjoy your stay! • Come again soon! •

[ratwife77]

well if you're ok with itt

darry and twobit getting into a physical fight (bc greasers), darry realizing he liked taking his anger out on him, and promptly feeling like the worst person alive for like a week and can't even look at twobit even tho he doesnt care and is back joking around like an hour after the fight LOL

Just letting you know my fight scenes aren’t great so it’s gonna start with the aftermath of it, also I’m sorry in advance idk how Dallas got involved here and there is a minor minor oc also this may be put on ao3, this is a sort of rough draft subject to change, I hope you enjoy

What on Earth is the matter with me, I thought, sure I was nuts. Of course I’d fought before, but it was only for pride. I didn’t just like hurting people. But when Two-Bit and I were going at it, I felt angry. Not at him, but I was taking it out on him, there was no doubt about it. Looking over at him, cackling over his own joke, I knew that he was probably just hiding feeling bad. He hid plenty under witty comments and put-on smiles. My gut twisted at that, and I couldn’t look at him anymore, feeling sick with myself as I washed the dishes. Cleaning up gave me plenty of time to think about all I’d done, and I just clenched my fists harder the more I thought about it.

When he eventually left, I was still trying to rationalize it all, but I figured I at least owed him a goodbye. “Bye, Two-Bit.”

He called one back and headed off.

It was messed up, feeling glad that he was gone, but I was. I couldn’t bear facing him. My buddy, who I enjoyed hurting. Ain’t that just awful? But I did have to go to bed and be ready for work in the morning, so I tried to sleep. My mind was racing, though, and sleep just wasn’t coming no matter how hard I tried. Deciding that I may as well be productive while I was awake, I sat at the table and paid the bills that I’d been planning on doing tomorrow. It took me an hour or two longer than usual, though, because I couldn’t focus like I wanted.

When I’d finally finished, I laid back down and shut my eyes, finally passing out, exhausted. Thank the Lord, I got up on time and got to work with no trouble. Robert, a guy from the roofing business, probably five years older than me, said, “You don’t look too good. You okay?”

I cursed myself for being so obvious. “Right as rain, thanks for asking.”

Carefully, I made myself at least look right, though I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about the mess with Two. Damn it, I thought, I’m the worst person in Tulsa.

I went on thinking like that for a good week or so, but one night, Dally came to our house, looking for a place to lay over for the night. Letting him in, I asked if he was hungry, telling him we had leftovers. He gave me a real funny look. “I’m starving.” Slowly, he looked over me, looking like he was about to say something. I grabbed a plate from the counter, then pulled out the leftovers, fixing him some. For a moment, I was distracted, focusing on helping him.

“Darry, you look like you’ve been through the mill.” Blunt as ever, he had his eyebrows scrunched together and I felt bare. Usually, I held it together, but nothing weighed me down more than worry and guilt. At least Pony hadn’t noticed, I guess. But now, I’m not sure if he just wasn’t sure about asking. Soda had asked, and he looked worried, but I brushed him off.

I hadn’t answered quick enough, accidentally giving myself away. “You haven’t looked right since we were all over last week.. Ain’t ya been eatin’ and sleepin’?”

“Sure I have, Dally.”

“What is it, then? You’re Superman, you can’t be like this over nothin’.”

Eventually, he wore me down enough to tell him. I think he thought I was being ridiculous.

But he insisted, “Shoot, it’s a good way to blow off steam. Me and Tim do it all the time.” As if he could see my hesitation, he continued, “You ought to calm down. It ain’t a big deal. Buddies fight sometimes, keeps us sane.”

I realized that I’d taken it too seriously, and I’d been too hard on myself. Slowly, it became easier to look at Two-Bit and to roughhouse.

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Also I would’ve done Tim instead of Dally but honestly it would have been wayyyy out of character so I think this is better quality

[occasionallyprosie]

Frayed Edges

AO3 Link

The battle’s over. The Shadow is defeated and the Triforce of Power retrieved… so why is the chain still here? Why haven’t they gone home? It’s not like the Shadow has been the one that’s been making the portals the whole time… it’s not like they’re in an unknown Hyrule with no way home.

Aka, Legend fights depression/anger issues except it’s not his own depression and anger issues it’s literally everyone else’s until he’s pushed to doing the nuclear option. Sky (kinda) hugs him tho :)

TW: implied suicidal ideation

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It was over.

Sighs of relief echoed around the room as the Shadow was finally defeated, as the source of the portals and the monsters it displaced and empowered was finally defeated.

Legend picked up the little triangle off the ground. He sighed softly, clasping his hand around the Triforce of Power and feeling its energy course through him.

"We should put that where it belongs," Sky said.

"Where?" Wild asked, the question clearly made out of curiosity than anything as he sipped a potion. A cut on his cheek healed over. "That thing feels powerful."

"It's a piece of the Triforce," Hyrule said. "I think Legend can hold onto it until we find out where it's held in this era."

"Then we go home!" Wind cheered.

Twilight laughed. "Yeah, then we go home, sailor. So let's make the best of this one last quest."

Legend let the Triforce of Power fade into his skin, the mark on the back of his left hand emblazoned, the top triangle filling in just like the bottom right one.

"Let's find out which era the Shadow was from," Time ordered and they made to exit the dungeon.

Upon investigation, they learned there was no way to access the sacred realm from this time, none of the methods they knew would work nor did the locations where they usually traveled over existed. The Triforce of Courage turned out to be wielded by a little boy no older than three, the mark on his hand having no more meaning than any other birthmark. The Triforce of Wisdom was the same. There was no kingdom, no Hyrule, nothing.

"It's like they're only wielded," Sky said when they went back to the fairly large, abandoned cabin they'd been making good use of. "Which means there's no place to put it back."

"We can't take it back to any of our eras, that's just an awful idea," Warriors agreed. Wind and Twilight both grimaced while Hyrule looked horrified.

"Like that hairstyle you decided on this morning," Legend muttered and Four snorted, Wind giggled softly too. Twilight even rolled his eyes and the tension was successfully cut as Warriors squawked and argued that Legend knew full well that he hadn't had time to fix his hair that morning.

He realized they didn't know.

Legend watched them all slowly come to the realization even as he and Four and Hyrule forged and enchanted a box to hide the Triforce away.

Even once they put it deep in a cave and used a lot of their assorted items and magic to bury it far out of reach, to place traps to keep it impossible to take, and buried it. That way, whenever the next Champion of Din was born, it would go to them and there would be an empty, magically defended, unbreakable box, but until then, the Triforce of Power would be safe and inaccessible.

Once that was done, he saw the expectation, then they all slowly came to the realization.

They had no way back. None of them did. The shadow had brought them here and the Golden Goddesses had left centuries ago while Hylia died, for the second time, whenever Sun died or will die.

Legend sat on the beam in the ceiling of their new abode, the cabin managing to house them well enough especially after Twilight and Time took Wild to repair most of it.

He watched the realization hit Hyrule and in the near same moment it was hitting Twilight.

Twilight was the one to voice it.

"Oh Ordona," he whispered. "We cain't go back, can we?"

"What?" Wild looked up from the cooking pot he'd set up inside the cabin. "What do you mean?"

"The Shadow made the portals," Hyrule breathed, he looked up at Legend. "We don't have a way back."

Legend met his eyes before he looked away and nodded silently.

"You've known," Hyrule realized too.

"Not the only one,” he said, and glanced at Time.

Time had been silent for a while now, but he nodded when the attention was on him, fidgeting with a blue ocarina.

Finally, the realization settled in on all of them. The understanding that they were stuck visibly hit them.

Sky was in denial, Legend noted. The knight insisted they try and find a way to put the Triforce of Power into the sacred realm. Wild was mostly with him, but both did a lot of prayer to the goddesses to give them a portal.

Warriors and Twilight, however, were in anger. Both snapped at everyone, got mad at Sky and Wild for (being in denial) praying and at Time and Four for trying to find a way to fix things. Twilight usually got his anger out through Time making him help with building up the cabin, where Warriors would end up sparring with someone, usually Legend.

Four and Time were in bargaining, searching everywhere for other options, Time even going as far as enlisting Four with his Ocarina of Time to see if they could use the divine, temporal magic in it to create something that got them back home.

Hyrule and Wind were at depression, when Wind realized there was no way back he left the cabin and Legend followed him to find their youngest in tears, sobbing for his grandmother, his sister, and his best friend whom he'd never see again. Hyrule was much of the same, he'd been the only one though who'd gone through the other stages, he'd insisted otherwise at first, begged the goddesses to give them a way home, snapped angrily at everyone for every little thing, then he was just breaking down and stayed in this depressive state as he mourned his home.

Legend noticed he was the only one at acceptance. He was the only one who seemed to realize that bad things happened and there was nothing they could do to stop that, only improve the end result or aftermath.

He started to help around the cabin even as his wanderlust—and everyone else's—began to grow. He started with the cabin itself, he kept Warriors and Twilight busy with chopping wood and helping him put things up, walls and roofing. He pulled Hyrule and Wind into helping with as much as he could, giving them things to do to keep them from sitting in their grief all day. The other four were stubborn that they wouldn't need the cabin much longer and they'd be home sometime soon, but Legend managed to convince them that having a base that allowed them safety and a bit of comfort while they were in an unknown land was the best option.

He held onto the strings of the fraying group and pulled them back together. Dynamics shifted rapidly, Wild and Twilight constantly at ends as Wild shifted from denial to bargaining, still constantly praying but now helping Four and Time. Time and Warriors got into fights as Time grew closer and closer to depression as he seemed to slowly approach the understanding he wasn't getting back to his wife. Hyrule and Wind both becoming recluses and avoiding everyone else. Four shifting from bargaining to anger and depression at the same time, snapping at everyone and crying himself to sleep.

Legend got Four to help him plan a forge and Twilight and Warriors—who both accepted their roles as the heavy lifters—helped them build it. Four agreed to make hinges and nails which Wild supplied the metal for.

He showed Wild how to cut and sand wooden boards and they worked on a kitchen. Twilight was leaving anger as he got the two to work together on that.

He took Hyrule and Wind to help find animals and coax bees into beginning a new hive in an apiary that Legend had spent a while making out of thatch and wood. They made pens for the wild hogs they'd tracked down and caught, Wind somehow being a naturally with them and Hyrule able to keep them somewhat calm with his fairy magic as they worked to domesticate them.

"You're turning this into a permanent residence, vet," Sky said once while Legend enlisted him to come with him to a somewhat distant but nearby village for more supplies.

"So?" Legend didn't deny that.

"We'll go home," Sky said, "those animals will be left alone soon enough."

"I'll make sure they're free to roam again before we leave," Legend promised. "But until then... Rulie and the Sailor need something to focus on, they both love animals and those are a lot of work. Smithy needs a forge to stay present so we got him a forge. Rancher and Wars both have a lot of things to work out so we're working on it."

"I guess," Sky sighed. "I don't see the point. We'll leave soon."

Legend decided not to mention that they'd been here for a year now and Sky had been saying that the whole time.

"Well, we'll want some sheep or maybe goats, Twi would like goats and they have wool... and milk, goats will do well in the area too. We've knocked down a bunch of trees so there is room," Legend mused. "I wonder if I could grow some apple trees while we're here. I know wild animals adore those so it may help with balancing out all the lumber we've cut down."

"I guess that wouldn't be a bad idea," Sky sighed. "We have cut down a lot of trees, so I suppose giving the native animals something to eat wouldn't be a bad idea. Are you aiming for self sufficiency?"

Legend just hummed and shrugged. He was aiming for his brothers not falling apart, but self sufficiency worked.

He noted to get cuccos too sometime soon, Sky would enjoy those. He'd have to figure out how to handle Time...

Two years into their 'brief stay' in the between era, Legend watched them continue to fall apart despite his best efforts.

They had things to do, things to bond over, he'd send Wars, Wind, and Hyrule to help Four in the forge most days as Four refused mostly to leave. The former three were still in anger and depression respectively. Four was more in depression than bargaining now.

Yet they were fraying. Time snapped at everyone, especially Legend, Wind, and Twilight, then Twilight and Warriors were at each other's backs but were constantly at odds with one another, Wild avoided everyone as did Four, and both were beginning to snap at them all. Sky too, he lost the soft, dreamy-eyed look, and was constantly angry at everyone.

Legend tried giving them days to themselves, days with the few they didn't snap at, but nothing worked. He sent Wild and Hyrule, the only pairing that held true even after everything went bad, on excursions to the woods, asking them to be back within the week, to be careful, and 'get a lay of the land'. He had Wind and Time paired off, the former usually able to coax the latter out of any funk, but Wind only seemed to get more depressive and Time more angry that Legend quickly ended that attempt.

He got bounties from the town and would send Sky or Warriors out on them, often Four as well. They seemed a bit better afterwards, between themselves at least, then whatever camaraderie formed during their time out quickly dissolved.

Wind was doing better, when Legend kept him and Time separated. He enjoyed the hogs that were becoming far more domesticated each day, he taught himself how to handle the goats when Twilight began to avoid them and Legend blamed himself for not realizing that the reminder of home could've been a bad idea for some. Sky enjoyed the cuccos but Twilight hated the goats. Wind was good with the goats, he cared for the two they had, came with Legend to the town and asked another farmer how to shear goat wool and purchased shears to do so. That winter, he did exactly that and Legend took the time to sit him down and show him how to turn that fur into fabric.

Time was doing the worst, constantly snapping at people, tearing them down. He knew the truth, Legend was fairly sure, and that just made it worse. It was the worst whenever he was near Twilight, or Wind or Legend, and Legend was certain it was because he had noticed the similarities between the three of them and someone he knew of his own time, they were his successors after all. Twilight to Malon, Legend would guess his was Zelda, Lullaby, though he wasn't sure at all. He had no idea for Wind. Either way, Time got worse when around them and likewise Twilight and Wind began to get worse when around Time.

Legend didn't know how to fix this. Their team had frayed and he didn't know how to keep them together.

No matter how many blankets he wrapped around crying teens, no matter how many soft or even harsh words he offered, no matter how many blades he sharpened, spars he fought, advice he gave, jobs he assigned, nothing worked.

It was when he sent Sky on a bounty with Warriors and Hyrule that he figured it out.

They came back, and as usual with the few who went on the bounties —Twilight refused to go on any, Time was the same, and Legend wasn't risking sending Wind or Wild to go kill a person— they were closer.

Legend hid in the trees, purple eyes glinting red in the darkness of the shadows, and he heard them tease and laugh as they came up the now well-worn path.

Within three days that dissolved, back at each other's throats and not in a familial way.

Legend finishing weaving a new blanket and embroidering a border on it, a pastime he'd picked up last winter when Wind sheared the goats and had kept since, making sure their fairly large cabin was stocked with warm blankets as winters here got as cold as the champion's Hebra blizzards.

"They need something to stand against," he murmured to the Golden Sword on the hook by the door. She was long gone, but he still talked to her. A habit born from anxiety.

He was bordering the blanket with white waves and seashells, putting secret little telescopes with not-so-secret seagulls. It was for Wind, who'd helped him dye the fabric his apparent favorite shade of blue.

"Zelda mentioned it once," he muttered. "When people don't have something to rally against, they turn on each other, for some of the stupidest reasons too."

He glanced up as he heard Four yelling at Wild over goddesses knew what. He should go break that up.

He put the thread and blanket down and went over to break up another fight.

Goddesses, he was tired of his brothers fighting.

Sky shared a room with Time and Four. Legend had initially intended to put Wind and Warriors with Time but that wasn't an option after Time became volatile toward all three of his successors and Warriors became volatile in general.

Twilight and Wild weren't able to be paired either anymore, so Wild was with Hyrule and Warriors and Legend put himself with Twilight and Wind.

He'd tried an intervention. A meeting with everyone and he laid out what he was seeing—only to be immediately talked over and for yelling and arguing to break out. He had to physically separate Warriors and Sky, again, and force Time to leave Wind alone, as the kid had dared to be optimistic around the others and Time hadn't let that fly for a moment.

It wasn't working.

Legend sat in the window, Wind and Twilight dead asleep inside and the world awake outside. Stars gleaming and the moon shining.

He had a chance here. Something that could work.

Wind felt confused.

He started to understand and accept that, yeah, they weren't going back home, that he'd never see Aryll or Grandma again. He could accept that.

He had to. It's not like they could go back. Time and Four had tried to find a way back home, Sky and Wild had spent weeks praying for the goddesses to give them a way home, they'd tried.

And failed. Nine heroes and they'd failed.

Wind knew Legend was what they had left keeping them together. He knew the others had grown distant, dangerous even as time went on. He knew, when Legend had asked him to be in charge of handling the hogs and later telling him he did a great job of stepping up and taking care of the goats when Twilight didn't, that Legend was trying to keep everyone together. He had, albeit with Twilight's and Warriors's help, turned the run down, abandoned, wooden shack they'd taken to using as shelter into an actual home! When he'd always told them that it was a life on the road for him at that.

So yeah, Wind was confused when the status quo suddenly shifted.

When nobody stopped the fighting that broke out, when nobody left to take care of some bounty for a week or two, when he realized how badly their relationships had gotten in the past two and a half years. The Captain was a face he hardly could find safety in anymore, Time was harmful to be near and he had to purposely avoid the older hero 'less he finds himself in a one sided insult battle that matched the sincerity of the Veteran's and the Captain's earliest matches. Sky used to be a safe space but now he was distant at best, volatile at worst, and occasionally—only when he'd come back from those bounty hunts—his old self.

Wind missed his brothers, but when Legend outright disappeared he freaked out just a bit. That was his last lifeline to safety, to stability.

"Hey Smithy?" Wind poked into the forge.

"Wgat?!" Four snapped, turning those vibrantly ever-changing eyes on him. They used to be a constant storm gray, occasionally flicking through another color or two when tensions or emotions were high, but not always shifting through rainbow like they did these days.

"Have you seen the Vet?" Wind asked, careful not to wince. He wasn't a kid anymore, he couldn't show that kind of weakness, especially not in front of the other heroes.

"Tch, no."

Four glared at the metal in front of him, another expertly crafted sword that would be taken to the town next excursion and sold just like the rest of the extra things they had.

His eyes briefly settled red. "He hasn't bothered me in a few days, finally." In a lowered mutter, a strained one too, he added, "Maybe he finally got the hint that we want to be alone."

Wind grimaced as he looked away. "Thanks anyway."

Four made some comment that Wind decidedly ignored as he left.

Hyrule was by the apiary, fairies had taken to being there too and Wind still remembered the day that they'd set up a little fountain of sugar water—which Hyrule replaced daily. The apiary area was filled with bees and fairies.

"Hey, Traveler? You seen the vet recently?"

Hyrule glanced up. He'd been so silent lately, basically ever since they'd been stuck here, he'd been quiet basically the whole time they'd been stuck here. Wind hated it.

"No," Hyrule admitted.

Wind hummed. He wasn't sure who to turn to when he was worried about someone... not when that someone was Legend. Warriors would snap, Hyrule was distant, Sky could be either, Time hated him for some reason, Twilight...

"You know where Twi is?"

"Not really... I think I saw him with the goats."

Wind raised an eyebrow at that. "What's he doing with my goats?" He muttered to himself as he left Hyrule alone to go to the goat pen.

Twilight was indeed in the goat pen, sitting there and trying to coax the goats to him as they eyed him oddly.

Wind sat on the fence and waited. It was almost sweet. Twilight had been quieter lately, the past couple months or two, he'd been quieter, less likely to snap.

The goats noticed Wind first and abandoned Twilight to run over to him. He laughed softly as he jumped down and pet the animals. Twilight watched and Wind made his way over to his roommate.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey, sailor," Twilight replied, eyes flicking up and down at Wind.

Wind crossed his arms, leaning over on one leg. "Whatcha doin' out here?"

Twilight shrugged. "Just... thinking, I guess."

"Smithy thinking or Traveler thinking?" Wind asked.

"Probably, the Traveler's," Twilight sighed heavily. "You remember the other day, when the vet snapped?"

Wind nodded. It was rather rememberable.

Legend had asked everyone to be inside for dinner that day, saying he wanted to talk to them. Then at dinner, he'd cut off every single argument before they started, prompted Hyrule to talk about the apiary, Wild about the surrounding area and his new hobby of cartography, he tried to get them to talk about nice things, things that made them happy. Then Warriors had snapped first.

"Why do you even bother?!" Time had demanded. "How can you act like this is nice? This is good? That it's all okay?!"

Legend had stared, his hands on the table and visibly still as he looked Time dead in the eyes. "Because someone has to."

And thus began a cut-off lecture from their veteran about how they were acting, how they were treating each other, how awful they'd become. That lecture was interrupted quickly by Time, with Warriors beginning some arguments, then Sky joined in, and soon Four as well. Everyone yelling over each other, Wind trying to intervene with some desperate optimism only to be verbally torn apart by his own childhood hero.

"Yeah," Wind said, back in the present. Twilight hummed. "Why?"

"Just thinkin'... when was the last time we actually just sat down and talked? We did it all the time before," before the end, before they were trapped, "at camp, in inns, on the road. We'd just talk, chat, we... we were close. Now... Now I can't remember the last time I was nice to the champion, to you, to anyone."

Wind thought about it.

Twilight kept going. "You're older too! I don't know—somehow I just—I was thinkin' back and then I saw ya an'... you're sixteen now, right?"

"Almost," Wind shrugged, not admitting he'd been counting to basically adulthood. Sixteen wasn't adult, but it was close enough he'd be taken as one. Especially with his height, scars, and how he was slowly losing the baby fat. "Fifteen, almost sixteen."

"Did we even celebrate?" Twilight sounded almost hysterical. "Yours? Or Cub's? Or even the Traveler's or Smithy's?!"

Wind shook his head. "No..." he admitted quietly. "No, we haven't celebrated anything since we got here. Not summer solstice—not winter solstice, birthdays, nothing."

"How..."

"Rancher," Twilight looked up when Wind prompted him, "I came here 'cause I was wonderin' if you'd seen the Vet lately. I 'aven't seen him in a day or two and neither's Rulie or the Smithy."

Twilight blinked, then concern —concern! Wind hadn't seen any of the other heroes look worried in years— flickered across his face.

"Really?" He asked. "He’s normally somewhere nearby, and's definitely always somewhere inside 'round dinner. Wa'n't he in the room last night?"

Wind shook his head. "No. He wasn't."

Then they heard someone running.

Hyrule all but slammed into the fence of the goat pen. "The Triforce!" He cried. "I-I can sense—It's been taken!"

Wind felt his blood go cold as a sense of dread slammed into him.

The table was chaos as the eight of them gathered inside. Hyrule was the most vocal he had been in months and Warriors arguing with him.

"We buried that thing miles underground! We left traps and—nobody could've gotten to it and the other wielders are still alive!"

"I'm telling you, I sensed it be taken! I am—I was the protector of the Triforce back in my era, I can sense it whenever it's not in someone and—That one's gone!"

"It's impossible! Nobody who didn't know exactly where it was could've found it—"

"What about someone who did?" Four spoke up, eyes distinctly darker, shimmering between midnight violet and deep-ocean blue. "I don't see the Vet here."

"As if!" Wind exclaimed. "He's the only sane person here!"

"Weren't you looking for him earlier?" Four retorted. "Isn't it weird that the moment the Triforce goes missing the guy's nowhere to be seen?"

"He's a hero!"

"Of what?! Nobody's hero's here! We're nobodies from nowhere doing nothing!"

They were interrupted by someone banging on the door. They all looked up but nobody moved.

Sky sighed and went to get the door.

"Oh thank the goddesses!" Wind recognized one of the villagers. It was the one who helped him learn how to shear goats. "There's some kind of mage attacking the town!"

The heroes shared a look.

"Show us," Time ordered.

There were a series of attacks, spanning across the whole of this Hyrule. People were able to escape for the most part, but there were burns and injuries everywhere.

Wind didn’t get it. It was like another adventure had begun, but neither the current hero of courage or wielder of wisdom were even called to fight. Wild and Hyrule had gone to check on them, both were happily living in the capital of this not-quite-a-kingdom, which hadn't even been attacked.

It seemed to be going for them.

Legend was still missing, and it freaked Wind out. Legend had been the main one to set the traps for the Triforce. He wondered if Legend had set some kind of spell that would alert him if someone came too close and had gone to handle it alone, and failed.

Twilight had stepped up. They were back in adventure gear and it surprised Wind how quickly things began to set back into... well, harmony. Twilight had asked Wind to give him and Wild a bit and so Wind spent half the night on the sofa, reading some book about... apples? He wasn't sure. It was one he'd seen Legend read a lot. Then Twilight and Wild were better. They found themselves fighting lots of armos and other magical golems, and battle had its way of working out problems within a team.

Warriors and Time made up, Time stopped snapping at Wind and Twilight, Four's eyes slowly stopped constantly changing color and settled back into that slate gray.

Wind figured out why.

"I think this is why we're still here," Sky whispered to him one night.

"The goddesses needed us to fix this new problem too, so they didn't send us home yet?" Wind guessed, looking up at the stars. He'd be rather close to Outset Island if he were in his Hyrule, based off the constellations above them.

"Yeah," Sky murmured softly. "I think so."

Hyrule had came back out of his shell as he began to worry and chastise everyone for their wounds again, him and Warriors falling back into their old place as medics.

Even Wind was feeling more like himself. He hadn't kept his skills sharpened and he'd grown considerably since he last fought, but Warriors had been more than happy to help and Wind found himself falling asleep with a blue scarf over his shoulders just like old times.

The only thing that was missing was their veteran, flames and ice accompanying a singing golden blade, rhythmic steps and quiet humming during and outside of battle. Sharp quips and retorts that lessened the tension.

They found a trail. It hadn't taken long, a couple months at most, before they discovered the golems and armos were coming from some ancient tower.

They made their way there, stopping forest fires, holding off hordes of magically-created monsters, and just getting closer again.

"You know," Wild said one night as they could see that temple in the distance, gleaming with powerful magic. "I... Don't make me be the one to say it."

"Say what?" Hyrule looked confused.

"The Veteran."

Hyrule suddenly looked away, not responding.

Wild sighed, his head dropped down as he settled his distant eyes on the fire in front of him. "Exactly."

"What do you mean?" Warriors asked, clearly a bit more calm than the months, years, before these outbreaks.

"The vet set half the traps that protected the Triforce," Four said, almost deadpan but the red that overtook his eyes briefly over the steel gray betrayed him. "I know I suggested he betrayed us before but— I think... he was always paranoid, so I wouldn't put it past him to set some kind of alarm. And for how we were all acting..."

Wind startled a bit. He hadn't expected anyone to acknowledge their change in mannerisms, yet here Four was…

"He may have gone to check it out alone, and..." Four trailed off weakly.

A haunting tune fell over the air, Wind went rigid while Hyrule shot up.

Everyone was dead silent. Not a sound passed as they listened to the haunting tune, their hands settled on blades.

"Oh, I went there alone," a completely unfamiliarly cold tone in an extremely familiar voice cut through the air.

The tune stopped. Everyone turned and stared at their missing hero.

"Vet!" Wind gaped. "Where—"

Hyrule stopped him. "Why do you have the Triforce of Power, Veteran?" He demanded.

Legend hummed, plucking the strings of some golden lute. The notes rang through the air, but no clear tune was being made anymore. "Because, Traveler. I wanted it."

"What." Time pulled Twilight back a bit as he stepped toward the front. "Why?"

Legend shot him a cold look. Wind hated that look in his eyes. "I was tired. I am tired. I thought I could handle it, I thought I could deal with my whole life being ended and uprooted again, but no. If the goddesses want to play like this, then let's play."

Wind hated how Legend's left hand glowed, only missing a single triangle before it was complete. He hated how his eyes seemed more golden than usual. He hated how the last person he thought he could find safety in suddenly radiated danger in a way even Time hadn’t the past two and a half years.

"You're behind all this?!" Sky tightened his grip on the Master Sword as he spoke. "You—You've been attacking all these people?!"

Legend shrugged. "They're just pawns in the goddess's game. Pawns can get upgraded, I'm eliminating future threats."

Wind wanted to throw up. Warriors was the first one to lunge, but Legend slipped away, a song fell over the air and Legend disappeared.

"What?!"

"He... He betrayed us."

"How could he?"

The final battle was horrible.

They had to stop him, Wind reminded himself. They marched their way up the temple and fought off the dozens of golems and armos that attacked them. They found Legend at the very top, playing that haunting tune again on a pink ocarina.

"Stop," Time ordered. "That's enough, Veteran. It's over."

The crystal-clear notes came to an end but Legend kept his back to them. "You know what I was told once, by the goddess's Oracle herself? I was told I'd be the greatest of all heroes, known for centuries to come, longer than any other. You know what lasts longer than gratitude? Than love?"

He turned and a dose of terror shot down Wind's spine as he saw the cold smirk playing on an emotionless face.

"Fear. Fear lasts generations beyond gratitude,” Legend hummed. A golden power curled around him visibly.

"How could you?!" Hyrule cried, stepping forward. "You're—You're a hero! The Legendary Hero! How can you—Just turn on everything you've done? How can you turn on us?!"

Legend scoffed. "Turn on you guys? It was easier than you'd think." He looked back at the sky. "I doubt you'd get it. Do you realize how hard it is to watch all of the few people you have left deteriorate? Watch them become shells of their former selves, angry at everything? At the world and its inhabitants? Watch them become horrible to interact with? Watch the ones who chose to become filled with anger completely destroy what the ones who became sad, depressive shells had left? DO YOU REALIZE HOW AWFUL YOU WERE TO EACH OTHER?!"

Wind flinched and he felt them all step back.

That cold front that Legend had completely melted and was replaced by a roaring, blazing heated anger. Near immediately as it came, it was cooling back by an avalanche of that cold front yet again.

"I'm doing this because I can, Traveler," Legend spat, blazing heat falling to a simmer and then a frigid chill. "I'm doing this because I want to."

"I don't understand," Wind whispered weakly, his voice strained and his voice choked.

"You wouldn't," Legend responded and Wind flinched at the underhanded jab. "None of you would. It doesn't matter though."

He put the ocarina away and drew a familiar golden sword, that golden magic coalesced to that sword and it gleamed.

"You won't be here long enough for it to matter."

Legend was the one who attacked first.

Warriors stepped forward to meet him.

Wind found himself having to fight his brother to restore peace to Hyrule.

Wind realized how powerful the older… former hero was as they fought. How he fought as if he were dancing to some tune none of them could hear, each movement to a beat but still unpredictable despite that consistency. Blades slammed and magic was everywhere, Wind helped where he could but only so many of them could engage at once and he ended up falling back and taking out his bow like Wild had.

Legend was winning. Somehow, he was winning against them all, Time was hanging from the edge of the tower and Twilight was the one keeping him from falling, audibly begging the older hero to hold on and not let go. Wind ran over to help just as Warriors was thrown into a broken pillar, and Wild had quickly moved to fill in the place that had fallen empty while Hyrule darted to Warriors's side.

Four was driven back and Sky staggered. Wild was thrown into Four and it was just Sky and Legend fighting.

Wind and Twilight got Time back onto the top of the tower as Sky and Legend dueled at a speed and with skill that none of them could intervene. Even arrows shot could hit Sky rather than Legend.

Golden light exploded off them and Wind covered his eyes.

He heard Sky cry out, a scream, and as soon as he could he looked.

Sky was hugging Legend, who had the Master Sword embedded in his chest. Blood trickled from the edge of his mouth.

“Why?!” Sky begged, cradling Legend against him. “You didn’t have to do this! You didn’t—Why did you do this? It never had to come to this, Vet.” Sky sobbed, hugging Legend even as the fallen hero slowly lost the color in his skin.

He laughed, Legend laughed softly and he smiled. He glanced at Wind and Twilight and Time, his eyes flicked over to Wild and Four helping each other up, to Warriors leaning on Hyrule.

"Don't... do it again," he slurred. "You... You're brothers... re... remember to act li'e it."

"What?" Sky questioned softly. They all gathered closer.

"It worked," Legend laughed again, a soft and relieved thing. "You... You worked together... you were nice... happy even... I knew... I knew it... it would work."

"What would work?" Sky asked frantically, he laid Legend down and their fallen brother's face contorted in pain at the movement at the sword being pulled from his chest.

Legend let out a shaky breath. Wind felt a few tears fall down his cheeks and then felt a pair eyes on him.

"Knew... that if... if you had something to... fight against... you wouldn't... fight each other. Peace... peace only... brings infighting." Legend smiled. He smiled softly at the sky above, dazed, slowly dulling eyes shifting from them to the sky. "Don't do it again."

Wind sobbed, his legs buckling. Hyrule dove forward, trying to heal Legend. He felt arms wrap around his shoulders, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to see whose they were.

"No! No, Vet— Don't—"

"You did all that to make us stop fighting?" Warriors breathed, sounding horrified. His voice came from right behind Wind’s head.

"No..." Twilight took a step back.

Legend grinned at them, blood in his teeth and a clear happiness in dimming eyes. "It worked... no more hidin' in the forge... or the apiary... n'more tearin' the rancher or sailor down... n'more fightin'... s'all I wan'ed. All I... wanted. Rule, it won' work. Fi don' heal easy."

"No!" Hyrule cried. "A potion! Please— Vet you can't just... You can't!"

"Mmm... tol' me that... 'hen I fough' Ganon... an' won. I'll do i' if I wan'."

Wind watched Legend fade, eyes settling distantly on the stars above, had it not been for seeing the light leave his eyes, Wind could’ve believed that Legend had just been stargazing.

Legend knew what he was doing when he sat by the window, when he realized what had to be done in order for them to... to come back to themselves.

In order for him to not have to keep an alert and a watch spell on the kitchen at all times, to have one on the forge itself. He knew what had to be done to stop his brothers from pushing each other to their limits.

He had to get them to rally against something. But nothing powerful enough would come anytime soon for them to face...

He glanced back at Wind and Twilight and their sleeping forms. He glanced back outside before he moved inside, grabbed his pouches and hat and sword from his bedside and then dropped out the window.

He didn't regret his decision even as he set a mostly evacuated town ablaze, curbing the flames from truly destroying everything or killing anyone, but doing plenty harm and damage.

He didn't regret his decision when he saw them fight his ever-growing army of golems and armos, watching each other's backs and protecting each other.

He didn't regret his decision when they sat around a campfire while trying to track down the cause of the situation (him), yet had laughed and teased. Though they grew somber at his absence, they were themselves.

Hyrule wasn't eyeing the rooftop.

Four wasn't giving a longing gaze at the forge fires.

Wild wasn't staring at the knife he used to prepare dinner before continuing cooking.

Warriors wasn't twitching his hand toward his sword whenever Sky spoke to him.

Time wasn't constantly degrading Twilight and Wind.

Sky wasn't always ready to fight one of them to the death.

Wind wasn't asking why they even bothered to live anymore.

They were themselves, a bit older, a bit more hurt and strained, but they were themselves for the first time in almost three years.

Legend didn't regret his decision even as he faced them at the top of some ancient tower, temple, that he'd taken over.

He didn't regret his decision as he fought them all off.

He especially didn't regret it as Sky buried Fi's blade through his chest.

He looked over them, how Sky’s eyes filled with tears, how Twilight pulled Wild to his chest and the slightly younger hero broke into sobs in his mentor’s hold, how Warriors pulled Wind slightly back from where he’d crumbled to the ground and buried his own face in his hair.

He regretted the pain he put them in, he knew that.

He did not regret the wake-up call this would hopefully be. He would sacrifice his life a thousand times over, his integrity, his reputation, everything.

He would give it all just to help them, for the chance, that they would at least try to be themselves.

[littlefreya]

Hello Freya! I feel like the most horrible person in the world, let me tell you (I am sorry this is long but my friends are no use and I need help):

My boyfriend Andy (33) is a heavily tattooed, pierced and divorced man, I only knew that he and his ex were married for 10 years, never had children and are on bad terms, I come from a very religious and conservative family, so even when I (30) am nor a virgin I still haven’t slept with my boyfriend, we have been together for four months, he makes me very happy but neither my family or friends like him because he’s not the “perfect man” stereotypical person, physically at lest, and they hate that he’s divorced (we met almost a year after he got divorced so I don’t really understand the problem here), he knows he’s not accepted and I try to change my family and friends view of him but it’s hard, still try to show him that I don’t care about it and that I love him. The problem is that the day before yesterday I went to sleep at his house for time (we live 2 hours away from each other, in a different state but he still drives every day or two to see me), we went out with a copule of his old school friends and I drank a little bit (not drunk at all not even tipsy, this was the first time I drank in front of him) and I noticed they reacted weirdly even tho they were doing the same and my boyfriend was constantly texting, after a while he relaxed and completely forgot about his phone, we got to his house early in the morning (like 5 something am) and went directly to sleep, about at 11 am we got woken up by someone desperately knocking at his door, we went to see and when he opened the door a couple (his friend Jake and his wife Carmen) were extremely worried and desperate, his friend immediately started checking on him while his wife Carmen placed herself between me and my boyfriend and she looked at me with so much anger, Andy was trying to calm Jake and I was very confused until I heard Andy tell Jake that he was having fun and forgot about his phone and that’s why he didn’t continue texting, that we were good and they didn’t have to worry about him because knew now he was safe with me, thats when I stated asking questions, my bf was trying to change the subject but his friend’s wife Carmen showed me her phone with their group chat, it turns out he thought I wasn’t physically attracted to him because of the lack of sexual activity and because I rejected his advances twice (one before dating and the other in the first week), also he got very scared when I started drinking because his ex wife was a drunk and used to physically abuse him badly whenever she drank so seeing me drink triggered him, when I looked up to see him he was crying begging me to let him explain and not leave him, I thanked his friends for loving him and protecting him and assured them he was in fact safe with me, when they left my boyfriend told me all about his trauma and OMG he lived an actual hell and unknowingly I did or said lots of things that triggered him or reminded him of how his ex used to act but I never hurt him or even intended too, I feel so bad about this bit IDK how to make it ok, his friends and parents hate me because they thought I knew and was doing it on purpose to keep him scared and use his money (according to Jake, although after he and his wife left they seemed a little bit happier with me and both Jake and Carmen started following me on Ig after?), my bf has been crying and sad the whole day and IDK what to do.

Okay, this is a handful and while it’s nice that his friends care about him, they really crossed so many boundaries here.

The fact that your boyfriend has trauma due to previous relationship sucks but it’s up to him to open up about it and tell you if he is feeling triggered or not. There is no reason for Jake and Carmen to come to his house uninvited and tell you about his trauma without your bf consent and definitely not aggressively come between the two of you. They can advise him privately but doing what they did is not acceptable. He is not in a life threatening situation and whatever problems you two are dealing with is up to you.

If your boyfriend is sad you need to talk about it together. You and him also need to make it clear to his friends that while you appreciate their concern, this is between you to solve.

[thatfreshi]

10 2 word prompt ideas for you to do whatever you wish with 🧚‍♀️ you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to just wanted to spark inspiration

hot tub

mutual comfort

bed rest

hidden feelings

travel destination

sensual chemistry

carnival date

left flustered

long distance

good intentions

So I only did one of these, but everyone feel free to request the other ones if they like them! I really liked this one <3. Thanks for still interacting with my stuff even tho I'm so busy. Hopefully I get some more time to write consistently now. Anyways, I went with carnival date for this one, and I hope you all enjoy :3

It’s the week of your anniversary. In fact, it’s coming in a couple days, and this Sunday, you woke up sad that there were no plans. There’s not a whole lot to do in LA when you’ve lived there for what feels like forever. Sure, tourists get excited, but you’ve seen it all a million times. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you turned to look for Mark, who was not in bed, which was a normal occurrence. He’s probably somewhere in the house writing or working on a video or whatever other million things he has to do. You don’t resent him for it, it just sucks that everything is so adult all the time. You work, you pay bills, you email people, blah blah blah. 

In preparation to begin yet another week of those boring adult things, you make your way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, considering Mark will probably be ready to finally eat by the time it’s done. However, when you turn the corner, Mark is already there with coffee made and some Postmated breakfast.

“Good morning my love.”

He smiles and pours you a cup of coffee, pushing one of the ordered bags your way.

“What’s all this?”

You ask before leaving a kiss on his neck.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you. I know things have been kind of stagnant so I thought for our anniversary this year, we could try something different.”

“But our anniversary is Wednesday, you’re three days early.”

“Well, my plans for today can only happen today.”

You sit down on the counter and open your bag of fast food breakfast. The two of you usually only order out like this when you’re busy.

“So, what are these plans?”

He goes to lean against the counter next to you.

“A magician never reveals his secrets. Although, we do have to get in the car in like 20 minutes, so you may wanna save that breakfast for the road.”

In a whirlwind of brushing hair and teeth, finding clothes for some sort of occasion, you get ready in about 15, giving you time to finish your coffee before leaving.

“Wow, my surprise is sweatpant material? Really?”

“Listen, you said out of the ordinary, so I went out of the ordinary. Which for me is comfortable.”

He laughs at you as the two of you walk to the car, which he would usually insist on driving, but this time he doesn’t really have a choice in the matter considering you have no idea where you’re going. 

Sometimes on long car rides, the two of you like to play improv games in the car. Although thinking back on it, he probably only played Change as much as he did to distract you from where he was driving. It led to a lot of funny moments though, and you haven’t laughed that much in a long time. After about an hour of humorous quips and tear-inducing laughs, you make it to a rather large parking lot, that seems to lead to nothing.

“Aw, you’re so sweet, you brought me nowhere!”

He furrows his brow at you.

“Very funny. We just have to walk a little longer.”

You oblige, walking down a couple of suburban streets and making jokes about how Mark has to match the number of cracks he steps on while on the sidewalk. He pouts about how it’s not his fault, and you start matching his steps as a sign of ironic unity. Many steps later, Mark stops in his tracks and asks you to close your eyes. After you close them, the two of you walk a little further, and he tries to keep you from wobbling all over the place.

“Alright, you can open em.”

When the light hits your eyes, you’re met with a very strange sight for the area. A full-blown carnival is right here, in the middle of nowhere.

“What, where did you even-”

“I have been trying for so long, to find something fun to do this year, and like no one knows about this. They barely advertise, and so I figured no one would recognize us here, and we can just have fun.”

He smiles at you, squeezing your hand a little, almost in child-like excitement. You pause, not knowing what to say for a moment over just how perfect it is.

“Do, do you like it?”

You realize that he needs a response here, obviously.

“Yes! I just, I’m shocked. Like this must’ve taken so much research and-”

“It’s no big deal, I just wanted us to do something for us.”

Barely anything else is said between appreciative looks and the entrance into the carnival, which is pretty small and sparse, just the way you two like your activities. You spend the whole afternoon enjoying rickety attractions, gorging on hot dogs and funnel cake, and eventually made your way to the ferris wheel.

“You know, I’m happy this is going so well. The last time I brought a girl to something like this, she threw up, everywhere.”

You laugh as the operator closes the cart door, and you and Mark cuddle in the comically small seat.

“You know, I needed this. Like I really, really needed this.”

You almost tear up at it. Perhaps it’s the emotion of the anniversary or the stress of life, but something just gets to you as the sun starts setting and the ferris wheel cart rises to the sky.

“Well, then I’m happy I picked right.”

Mark moves to kiss you right as the sun hits your eye through the window, the light turning to dark orange through your eyelids as you share a once-in-a-lifetime moment, where time freezes, and the air feels better than ever before. As your bodies part ways and the ride begins to end, the sun starts setting and the air gets crisper, like Homecoming time in high school when Autumn rolls around. The two of you walk off the ride, practically wrapped around each other, leaving to see whatever the rest of the night leaves with you. After all, with a sense of childlike whimsy, love can get up to some wild adventures.

[unreadpoppy]

Festis bei umo canavarum (part 2)

Fenris x F!Hawke

Read on AO3

A/N: Okay this was going to be a two parter but now it's multi chapter, sorry. Also, at this point this is just a canon rewrite. Good portion of it is taken from the game tho with some tweaks.

Although neither Hawke nor Fenris had spoken of their conversation to their friends, the others could quickly tell something was going on with the two. The stolen glances, the blushes, the half smiles. 

Isabela had been the first to speak on it. 

As always, she was on the Hanged Man, shoving off some drunk man aside when Hawke walked in, smiling. 

“I’ve been waiting all morning for you.” Isabela said as Hawke approached her. “Where you’ve been?”

The mage sat down and asked for a drink. “I was just at Fenris’s house.” 

Isabela smirked. “You two have been hanging out a lot together.” 

Hawke hid her face in her cup as she drank. “Can’t friends hang out?” 

“Of course they can. But if they’re kissing and fucking I wouldn’t exactly call them just friends.” 

Hawke almost choked on her drink. “Isabela!” 

“Oh, come on, when did you become a prude?” She said, chuckling. “But you and Fenris, huh? That taunt, controlled body, the brooding demeanor and intense gaze…I hear he still wears the shackles from his life of bondage… under his clothes.”

Hawke raised a brow. “What are you getting at?”

“You know what they say about men like that, don’t you?” Isabela asked, a mischievous smirk on her face. 

The mage sighed. “I’m going to regret asking you to continue, aren’t I?” She asked rhetorically. 

“He can’t find a saw.” Isabela said and then laughed as Hawke put a hand in her face and shook her head. “I had you there! You thought I was going to say something dirty!” 

The two laughed for a bit until there was a silence between them.

“But seriously now, are you and Fenris together?” 

“Yes? Sorta? I mean, I think it depends on your definition of being together.” Isabela raised a brow and Hawke continued. “We’ve been spending more time with each other, yes, and we both like each other…”

“So? What’s the issue?” 

“I guess it’s just. We haven’t done anything explicitly romantic to the other or anything like that.” 

Isabela shrugged. “Sometimes things take time.” She took a swing from her cup. “But you two have…you know…” She gestured an act with her hands that left Hawke embarrassed. 

“Well…”

“Well what?” She squinted her eyes and then realized. “Oh my- you two haven’t fucked?” 

“Isabela! If you say it any louder, the rest of Thedas will hear.” 

“Hawke. So if you haven’t- then what do you do in his house?” 

“We talk.” 

It was Isabela’s turn to put her hand on her face. “This whole time I thought you two…but why?”

Hawke shrugged. “We’re just…waiting for the right moment, I guess.” 

Isabela shook her head and ordered another drink. 

. 

“So…you and Hawke.” Aveline said, while she and Fenris walked around the Wounded Coast. 

Earlier that week, Fenris got a tip that a few slaves needed help escaping their captors and so, he employed Aveline to accompany him. After killing several of the slavers, she thought it was a good moment to bring up what had been on her mind for some time. 

Fenris, who was wiping the blood from his weapon, turned to her. “What about me and Hawke?” 

“Donnic tells me you two have been hanging out quite a lot.”  

“What makes him think that?”

“Everytime he leaves your game of diamondback he catches Hawke going to your house. He also says you mention her quite often.” 

“I do not.” He said sharply. 

“Of course. It’s just what Donnic thinks.” 

“Right.” 

A moment of silence passed between the two and then Aveline spoke. 

“What do you want with Hawke?” 

“Pardon me?” 

“Look, we’ve all seen the way you two look at each other. Donnic’s not the only one who noticed all the time you spend together. Something is going on.” 

Fenris crossed his arms. “And what do you think it is?” 

She gave him a serious look. “You’re both adults, Fenris. And knowing Hawke, I have my doubts that all you do is just talk.” 

“So you think we’re having sex?” 

“You don’t have to put it that bluntly but yes.” 

“We’re not.” 

Aveline frowned and blinked. “Really?” 

“Yes. We just talk.” She raised a brow and he sighed. “Is it truly that difficult to believe that we just enjoy each other’s company?” 

A small smile formed on Aveline’s lips as her expression softened. “So you enjoy her company?” 

“I…” he considered lying about it, saying something to deflect, but Fenris had never been good at that. “Yes. I do.” 

“And are there other things you enjoy about Hawke?” 

“Aveline.” He said as a warning. 

“Sorry.” Another moment of silence passed. “Just so you know Fenris, if you and Hawke pursue anything with each other… I don’t disapprove.” 

“Alr-”

“But if you hurt Hawke,” she interrupted him “you’ll be just like them.” She pointed towards the corpses behind him. 

He half smirked and chuckled. “You don’t have to worry. I don’t plan on hurting her.” 

“Good.” She nodded and began making the way back to Kirkwall, Fenris catching up to her, the two unaware that they were being watched. 

. 

For a few weeks, everything had been fine. Nights spent together playing Wicked Grace and Diamondback, drinking and sharing stories. Sometimes, they would just sit together in silence, watching the fire burn. 

A soft touch on an arm, ghost fingers causing goosebumps, but they never went farther than that. The want was there but it never seemed like the right time. They kissed on a couple of occasions - delicately, unsure of what they were doing. 

Though, despite that, Hawke was satisfied and she believed Fenris was too. Everything was fine. 

And then Hadriana happened. 

.

They had been out on the Wounded Coast, doing Maker knows what - the details of it all having been lost to Hawke, when they were attacked by a group of slavers. The men had been sent by Hadriana, Danarius’ apprentice back in Tevinter, with the intent of taking Fenris back. 

Once they were dealt with, the party made its way to old slave caverns, as Fenris believed Hadriana would be there. The quicker they got rid of her, the better for everyone. 

After giving Orana some sovereigns and sending her off, they found the magister. The fight was longer and harder than intended but soon, she lay on the ground. 

As Fenris was about to deal the killing blow she said “Stop. You do not want me dead.” 

“There’s only one person I want dead more.” 

“I have information, elf. And I will trade it in return for my life.” 

Fenris scoffed. “The location of Danarius? What good will that do me. I’d rather he lose his pet pupil.” 

Instead, Hadriana said “You have a sister. She is alive.” 

At that, Fenris lowered his weapon. Hawke, who stood behind him, watching the magister with caution.

“Let me go and I will tell you where she is.” 

“How do we even know you’re telling the truth?” Hawke asked.

“You don’t. But I know Fenris. And I know what he’s searching for.” Hadriana said, not even looking at him. “If he wants me to betray Danarius, he’ll have to pay for it.” 

Hawke looked at Fenris. “This is your call.” 

He walked towards the magister, crouching down as she said “So do i have your word? I tell you and you let me go?” 

“Yes. You have my word.” 

Hawke frowned, as she doubted Fenris would actually let the woman live. Hadriana was either too stupid or too innocent to believe what he said, but alas, she told him everything. 

“Her name is Verania. She’s in Qarinus serving a magister by the name of Ahriman.” 

“A servant, not a slave.”  He said slowly. 

“She’s not a slave.” As Hadriana said that, Fenris markings began to glow blue and Hawke knew what would happen next. 

“I believe you.” His hand phased through her chest, as he grabbed her heart and killed her.

Standing up, he began to walk away. “We are done here.” 

“Fenris, wait. Do you want to talk-”

He turned around, interrupting her. “No, I do not want to talk.” He said, in a mix of anger and annoyance. “This could be a trap. Danarius could have sent Hadriana here to tell me about this…sister. Even if he didn’t, trying to find her would be suicide.” He took a deep breath. “Danarius has to know about her and has to know Hadriana knows. But all that matters is I finally got to crush this bitch’s heart.” Fenris turned away from Hawke. “May she rot, and all the other mages with her.” 

Hawke took a deep breath and closed her eyes, before snapping her head towards Anders, with a look of ‘don’t say anything.’ She didn’t need to hear another argument between the two of them right now. 

She sighed, walking towards Fenris, placing a hand on his shoulder blades and saying in a soft tone “Maybe we should leave.” 

He shrugged her off. “Don’t comfort me.” He turned to face her, a scowl on his face. “You saw what was done here. There’s always going to be some reason, some excuse for mages to do this.” He was to the slaves sacrificed by Hadriana, including Orana’s father. Hawke’s face hardened as he continued. “Even if I found my sister, who knows what the magisters have done to her? What has magic touched that it hasn’t spoiled?” 

Hawke’s jaw clenched and she frowned heavily, as she looked at him with a mix of anger and sadness. After so many years, so much time spent together, Hawke believed that maybe Fenris’ attitude towards mages could change. Once again, she was proven wrong. 

He must have realized what he said as Fenris, after meeting Hawke’s gaze, lowered his head, putting a hand on his forehead and saying “I…I need to go.” before promptly leaving. 

Hawke stood there a moment, Anders and Varric looking at each other without saying a word. She passed a hand on her hair and turned to them. “I need a drink after this.” 

.

It was only after the sky had darkened that Hawke made her way back home, after a few  rounds of Diamondback and drinking in the Hanged Man with Varric. 

On the way back, she kept thinking about what Fenris had said. 

What has magic touched that it hasn’t spoiled?

She wanted to believe it was a spurn of the moment sentiment, but she knew it wasn’t true. Fenris made his despise for mages very clear since the moment they met, and there was nothing that would change that.

No matter how much Hawke wished it would. 

She wondered if that was why nothing had actually happened between the two. If magic spoiled everything it touched, that included her. Was that how he saw her? 

Before reaching her house, she went to his mansion but found it empty. There were corpses on the floor of slave hunters they had killed. Wine stains painted the walls, and shattered glass could be found not too far away from where Fenris had thrown them. 

Although she had been there before, it was as if this was the first time she was truly seeing all this. How could Fenris live like this, forever shackled to his past? 

He wasn’t home, and for a moment, Hawke worried he had been caught but she knew him: if something had happened, Fenris could handle himself. 

Hopefully. 

‘He is full of spite at the moment.’ she thought to herself, as she walked out of his home. ‘If anyone tries to grab him, they’ll be heartless soon enough.’ 

The walk to her estate wasn’t long, but as she arrived, Hawke shook her head. The alcohol was making her see things because what was Fenris doing sitting on the bench in front of her door?

. 

What has magic touched that it hasn’t spoiled?

He was angry. Everything in his life had been ruined by magic. Magic took away his family, his life, his memories and he despised all mages for it. 

And when Hawke tried to coddle him, he wanted her to hurt as much as he did. She was a mage, she would never understand the power she had, the people she could hurt with a flick of her wrist and he wanted her to know how much he despised her for that. 

What has magic touched that it hasn’t spoiled?

For a moment, it felt good. It felt good to see the way Hawke’s face fell, that his words landed as intended. 

But then he felt…regret. It was as if the anger that clouded his mind dissipated in an instant when he saw that he had actually hurt Hawke. 

And what had Hawke ever done to him to deserve such anger? Wasn’t she the one who had listened to him, time and time again, even after he insulted mages?  

Fenris shook his head. He needed to get out of there. 

. 

First, he went home, where he paced endlessly trying to think on what to do next. 

Could he trust Hadriana? Would it be worth going after this supposed sister? Would said sister even want to see him? 

Did he even want the past back? Could he want what he didn’t remember?

Fenris shook his head. This wasn’t helping. He needed to clear his head, somehow. But something else weighed on his conscience. 

Hawke’s pained expression returned to his mind’s eye and he sighed, rubbing his forehead. He wouldn’t be able to rest if he didn’t apologize first. 

He swallowed his pride as he made his way to the Hawke estate, silently begging the Maker for no one to be home. He sat on the bench located in front of the door, and waited.

He waited, and waited and Hawke wouldn’t arrive. He began to worry something might have happened but he remembered it was Hawke: if something did happen, she could handle it. 

Hopefully.

Eventually, when the sky had already darkened, she did arrive home and Fenris could faintly smell the scent of alcohol as he stood up and walked up to her. 

.

“I was thinking about what happened with Hadriana.” Was the first thing Fenris said.

Hawke sucked in a breath, suddenly sobering it up. “I’ve been thinking about it too.” 

He nodded “You and I don’t always see eye to eye, but that doesn’t mean you deserved my anger. I owe you an apology.” 

Hawke blinked. Maybe she truly was that drunk. Fenris apologizing? To her? She would need Anders to check her mind later. 

But at that moment, for the first time, Hawke didn’t feel it was appropriate to joke. So, instead, she nodded and said “You had me worried for a moment. I went to your house and you weren’t there.” 

“I needed to be alone. Clear my head.” Fenris sighed, and looked to the side, as he talked about his history with Hadriana - of how she tormented his every waking moment. “Because of her status, I felt powerless to respond and she knew it.” 

 He scowled. “The thought of her slipping out of my grasp now…I couldn’t let her go. I wanted to but couldn’t.” 

‘Of course he couldn't.’ Hawke thought bitterly. 

She shook her head. “Your need for revenge is consuming you.” There was more she wanted to say, but as soon as the words left her mouth, Fenris got his angry attitude again. 

“And what would you have me do? Hadriana came after me! I have never had the option to simply walk away.” His brows furrowed. “Am I supposed to forgive, no matter how many times they hunt me down? Am I supposed to forget all the things they’ve done to me?”

“That is not what I said.” She crossed her arms, frustrated and frowning. “Long ago, you told me you didn’t know how to move on and this is why, Fenris. You don’t have to forgive nor forget, but you can’t be shackled to your past.” 

“Yes, this is it.” He said, dryly. “Why can I not grasp something so simple.” He looked down, at his palms, where the lyrium markings were. “It’s a sickness, this hate. This dark growth inside me that I can’t ever get rid of, and they put it there!” 

She looked at him and her gaze softened. 

He looked up at her. “This…isn’t why I came here.” Fenris shook his head, taking a step back. “I came here to apologize and I have. I’ll see myself out.” He turned and began to walk away. 

“Wait, don’t-” but before she could finish, he was already too far away to hear her say ‘go’.

[garfieldsladybird]

i’ve taken a few of my gcses and they went really well! 16 to go (🤡💔)

i don’t know if you remember but that friend that i was complaining about who was a bit of a bitch hasn’t come back to school this term so she can revise at home instead of go to lessons and long story short, i haven’t spoken to her in 6 weeks and have new friends and feel really good for once! (had the worst few months from november onwards but hopefully it’s all over!)

only have like 1 week of school left and then it’s just exams!! they finish on the 24th of june and then i’m free until september tehehehehe!

i watched the coronation this morning and it was so boring in used it as background noise while writing some off my ron fic for wattpad 👀

currently listening to ed sheeran new album and i love it i’m so happy!!

(i love that stupid golf emoji next to my name sm you don’t understand it makes me happy 💗 - i think off you when i get dragged to do mini golf (which is quite frequently for some reason??))

what about you?

(sorry for the essay 🤡)

also sending all my love as usual <3

yayay!! I’m glad they went well, that’s really good!! I wish you tons of luck on the rest!! damn so you have one week of school left and then it’s just testing for the next month, that’s crazy. 

I’m glad you’re not talking to her anymore. Friends that disappear and go to online school or something are interesting to me tho because they just disappear. I did that last year lmao. but I’m really glad you got new friends & that that you’re feeling good! I’m sorry you had a few bad months, months, like those suck but i hope its been getting better and still gets better from now on!

What’s the coronation? if you want to explain. background sound is always needed for me though, like I just have a random show playing always. Right now I have next level Chef playing for background noise lol but also you’re writing stories on wattpad? that’s amazing!!

ed Sheeran is Baller! I don’t usually listen to his music but he has some good music.

awww I’m really glad you love it!! when I had picked that emoji at first I was like do I really want that to be the emoji? and I already did it and so I was just like oh well and i love it so yeah :)) I love that you getting dragged to mini golf games are frequent lmao!! that’s amazing

and also, I don’t mind the essay! It’s nice to catch up :))

I have the rest of the month left of school, we have finals week which is I’m pretty sure the last week of school. but school ends May 26, but for me it won’t because I have summer school :( but I’ll get that done with as fast as I can.

I’m 16 now! I don’t know if you know that, but yeah! That’s my biggest accomplishment yet :) I didn’t do much for my 16th birthday, I just had a little party with friends at the park and did some family things! It was nice :)) next year I’m gonna have a bouncy house 💪💪💪

And I also got a computer which is amazing! I play the Sims on it! I love the sims, I’ve been playing the Sims for so long. I messed up though, I did something wrong and I added way too many mods so I just deleted all of them and now I have to like restart all my mods which i dont mind but damn i have to redo it all. it will be worth it though.

other than that, I really don’t know what else to add. I got a lotta new friends at school, I got new smoke buddies at school too and I have a new partner, almost 2 months! Way way way better than my last relationship. 

I’ma gossip about what happened with my ex, so that dude wanted to become poly. Which I don’t mind, I’m poly but the person he wanted to add into the relationship was also his ex, they dated for a while last school year but broke up because something happened between them too but they stayed good friends. And so he told me that he still had feelings for them even before me and him got together and he put them aside to be with me. which really just fucked up my mentality, all of it did so I soon broke up with him at the end of November. And then I was really depressed for a long time, but I’ve been getting better with these last few months!

and what really sucks though is like.. I don’t know what happened but when School started last year, I just stopped going on Tumblr a lot. like I would still go on here every once in a while to read but I miss that I don’t go on this app that much anymore. this app is so much better than Instagram or any other app. I miss being on here. Maybe this summer, I’ll be on here more. idk. and I also haven’t been writing a lot, I just don’t have any motivation for it and It just takes like a lot of work out of me… do you have any tips for that? To get past the writing block. if you dont it’s all good, I just wish I could get back into it though yk.

Thank you for all the love!! I send you much more back!!! <333 🫶🫶🫶

[willowsrecovery]

14-11-12022

My day:

So I missed two days of this, they were both really hard shitty days. Today has also been hard. I had my doctors appointment this morning that went alright, we talked about my mental health a lot and she’s quite concerned. Then we came home and rested for a bit before going to the shops, but right at the start there was an incident with my mum and sister where they both raised their voices had a panic tone and jumped at me and it scared me quite a bit, when I tried to explain why I was scared my sister got quite defensive which made things worse, so I felt like shit for the whole trip and wanted to shit off. When we got home I laid in bed and cried for a bit before having a nap, when I got up I did my diary cards and had dinner then went for a walk. I was in a lot of pain so I didn’t even make it half way, and when we came back I had a massive breakdown that lasted a few hours (I’m just coming out of it now) I was first upset about getting me food that I can make myself for breakfast, and then about my bathing situation. I haven’t been able to have a bath in days because the last time I did one I sat there scrubbing one arm for 10 minutes before having a breakdown for an hour over it still not being clean enough and thought about it for the rest of the night, so now my brain won’t let me do it at all. Then I was upset about all the jobs/tasks, mums being saying to give them to her but she doesn’t have the time/energy to do them either, she can hardly keep up with everything there already is, that turned into a fight after me expressing that it always feel like she’s dismissing my concerns when all she says is “it’s fine”. I then felt like I was just the problem for not wanting to live in a mouldy house or have my cat eating/drinking from mouldy bowls since everyone else seems fine with it and it made me pretty suicidal, feeling like I was just the problem. I ended up self harming a bit with the only thing I had available (not mentioning what it was) and say in bed and cried for 2 hours. Mum has now cleaned the laundry and all the cat stuff which I’m thankful for but I still feel like shit.

What I accomplished today:

• morning hygiene routine

• made myself lunch

• did my diary cards

• went for a little bit of a walk

• night hygiene routine

Self validating statement:

My cats and I deserve to live in a clean and safe environment, and I’m not demanding too much to want that to be met

Shadow work prompt for the 12th:

Describe a relationship you walked away from. Write down the reasons it’s been a positive life choice.

The most recent was with an ex boyfriend, we stayed friends for a while afterwards but he started treating me really shit, and not respecting the deals and agreements we had, he knew what I needed and expected of the relationship and even tho they were very basic requests he broke them, so I decided I didn’t deserve to be treated like that, and when I left he tried to make me the bad guy and blame it on me to our mutual friend (who is now my sister and moved out from his house into mine)

Shadow work prompt for yesterday:

Describe yourself with objectivity.

I’m not really sure what to say here, I struggle with a lot of tasks, but I care for people a lot, sometimes to a downfall.

How easy was this task?

Kinda tricky, but I came up with it alright (tho I’m not sure if I really answered the question correctly)

Do you know who you truly are?

Honestly? I don’t know if I do, I’m quite detached from myself a lot and kind of just go off what other people say about me

Do you like who you are?

Not really, I don’t like how limited I am by things and how much I struggle, and I don’t like the way my brain functions

Shadow work prompt for today:

What person has hurt you the most in your life?

My ex best friend George, our friendship and what happened still haunts me

Write them a letter telling them all the things you’d like to say.

George, you’re an absolute peace of shit, I hate you with my whole body, but the worst part is that some of my heart still loves you. That day you SA’d me has lived with me and still haunts me 6 years later. I’m still  tortured by dreams with you, half of them good we’re we make up, half of them horrible with you attacking me, all of them bad in some way. I wish you knew how much you hurt me, but you probably don’t care, I was just one of your many victims, even tho you were my best friend for a year and half, the first person I trusted again, the first person I opened up to, the first person that made me feel loved and worthy of care and compassion. Then you broke all that and you taught me that all I’m good for is sex, and to get what you want around me. The rumour spread around school that someone in my grade slept with someone in your grade, and the one in your grade finally got what they had been wanting for months, but the girl in my grade didn’t live up to expectations and was disappointing, and they were just a shitty prostitue. So thanks for that, thankfully they didn’t figure out it was me but I could never go back. Then when David confronted you you blamed it all on TJ, who was also a rapist piece of shit, but you knew what you did, you admitted it to me over text, but played it off like it was someone else. I hate you, I hate you’re guts, you don’t deserve a nice life for everything you did to me and those other girls. I should’ve listened when I was warned after what you did to Ali, but I was naive, and I loved you, I wish I never met you, you monster.

Ha sorry that was a bit long and a bit intense, if you can’t tell, I’m still quite affected by that whole situation

Anyway, here’s some photos of my cat to cheer us up, she has an instagram now, little_asterroid

I didn’t listen to music today so unfortunately I don’t have a song, so I guess goodbye for tonight

[miss-floral-thief]

I mean it’d make it super awkward if I did accept but I prolly wouldn’t be bold enough, if some stranger were to offer me a ride, to say, “so, you don’t mind if I take a picture of your face and license plate and send it to my friend and if they don’t hear back from me with a code word only we know then they’re gonna post this info online/send it to the c*ps”

[folkloreguk]

💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Ficlet: Bad Day

Had a shitty day yesterday for no reason at all. Had this in mind but didn't have time to write it. Feeling worse today because my day didn't end like in this ficlet? Oh well.

Frankie x you/reader in a dress but no other physical attributes described

No warnings but definitely sexual innuendo and you rubbing up against a smelly sweaty Frankie like a cat basically.

Words: 1,254

”I think I’ll go into the office today,” you announce and go to get dressed. The more you think about it, the better the idea sounds: the office is almost empty due to vacation times, it has AC, and you can get a frappuccino from the coffee chain next door.

It's just one of those mornings. They're far apart, come irregularly, but they're there.

You're feeling like shit for no reason. Tired and moody despite sleeping well, you spill milk as you pour it into your big cup of black tea. When Frankie enters the kitchen, you're buttering your toast with more focus than necessary, just to avoid having to speak to or even look at him. He's wonderful, he doesn't deserve this. You just hope he understands to leave you alone.

"Morning," he greets you with a yawn, bending down to kiss your head as he passes you on his way to the coffeemaker. You mumble a good morning in return, your attention still on the slice of toast. Frankie pours himself coffee and takes his seat on the other side of the table from you.

"Babe?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

He doesn't believe you and you glance at him. "Just tired."

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

"Amor..."

"Just let me be!" you snap, regretting it immediately. Frankie deserves better. You look up, ashamed, to meet his perplexed stare.

"Sorry," you mutter. "Bad morning."

"Can I help?" he immediately offers. You shake your head and bite into your toast, lowering your gaze again.

"I'd like to help," he insists and you stifle your frustrated sigh.

"I just need to sulk it out."

"But babe..."

He means well. He means so well, always, all the time, just wants to love and protect you around the clock. But you can't take it this morning, you just want silence and to get on with your day. And he should know that, should know you well enough to not keep insisting. So you get up, leaving your breakfast behind.

”You haven’t finished your breakfast!” Frankie calls after you as you disappear into the bedroom.

”I’m not hungry.”

He doesn’t push it, and you feel even worse. You put on a summery dress that you know Frankie loves, throw some chemicals onto your face so you won’t look half dead, then grab your laptop and purse before rushing out the door to get on your bike.

Because Frankie is Frankie, he obviously can’t go a whole day without texting you. When lunchtime is approaching, your phone beeps.

You left without a packed lunch. Want me to bring some for you?

You’re still feeling like shit but sitting in the cool, empty office has helped. Now you feel bad mostly because of how you treated Frankie. And now this text message: you’re touched, reading between the lines that he really wants to write more, to ask you how you’re feeling, offer to come pick you and your bike up, tell you how far he’s come with the repainting of the house. But he just asks you if you need lunch.

You type a reply: I got something from next door. Thanks tho.

He doesn’t reply, which you know is a sign that he’s really trying to give you space. It brings a smile to your face and makes you feel absolutely wretched.

When you come home, leading your bike up to the house, Frankie’s standing there. He’s gazing up at the newly painted walls from under the bill of his hat, a satisfied look on his handsome, unshaved face. He’s turning an old towel over in his hands as if wiping his hands clean which of course is futile without water. The back of his t-shirt is dark with sweat; he has toiled in the hot sunshine all day while you’ve been enjoying a cool office.

He turns around when you park your bike and smiles tentatively at you.

”Hi.”

”Hi,” you reply with a little smile in return. You gesture at your house as you walk up to him. ”It looks great. You did so well.”

”Thanks. There are a few splotchy bits over there – ” he raises his hand to point at a spot just below the roof where you can see absolutely no flaws, but you can catch the whiff of manly underarm sweat and swallow hard from what the musky smell stirs up in you ” – but it has to dry now. I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

”It looks fine to me.”

”It would bug me until the end of time if I left it like that.”

You know this, of course. Frankie is a perfectionist when it comes to the things he does with his hands, which includes anything from fixing a hinge to giving you an orgasm.

You just hum and slowly move right next to him, your arms going around him. Frankie tries to keep you away.

”Baby, I’ve got paint all over myself, I don’t want to ruin your nice dress.”

”I don’t care,” you tell him in a low voice as you wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek to his shoulder. He’s sweaty and smelly but you don’t care. He got that way from improving your house, the house where you have been building a life together.

Frankie squirms a little, still not ready to hug you. ”It’s such a lovely dress,” he reminds you, ”let’s not get paint on it in case it doesn’t wash off.”

”Okay,” you sigh and unwrap your arms from around his waist, instead directing your hands to the hem of his t-shirt. ”Take this off.”

”I’m sweaty – ”

”That can be washed off, Francisco, I’m trying to hug my man here!” you bark, but with a smile, and Frankie chuckles as he raises his arms. You pull his stained shirt off and throw it to the side before gluing yourself to him, arms going around him with complete disregard to his sweaty skin. Frankie wraps his arms around you as well and rests his chin on the top of your head. He smells so strongly of sweat and the oleander that blooms right next to the wall. The grass that he cut last night is still sending up whiffs of verdant green, and there’s a hint of fresh paint in the air as well.

”I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch today,” you tell him in a low voice, your face nestled against the golden tan of his neck. ”It’s just one of those days.”

”You feelin’ better now?”

”A little,” you shrug, and Frankie hugs you tighter to him. The sweat on his skin is beginning to seep through your dress.

”You wanna be alone?” he offers. ”I have one last wall to paint, and then I can – ”

”No,” you cut him off, one hand on his chest, over his heart. The hairs there are silvery and tickle your palm. ”I don’t want to be alone. I want you.”

”You got me,” he reassures your with a kiss to your temple. You draw a deep breathe, inhale the smell of his labor, of summer, of him.

”I want you,” you specify. ”Now. Like this.”

You feel his neck muscles move when he swallows, and his hands wander down your sides, under the skirt of your dress, then up to cup your ass.

”You gotta do something for me, though,” he tells you in a low voice that makes your brain drop between your legs.

”Yeah?” you breathe.

”Keep the dress on.”

[arminaneka]

Morning sickness

4:15am

You were 6 months pregnant lying in bed all by yourself. Your Boyfriend was busy helping his gang which you don’t mind at all, even tho you really wanted him to be right next to you.

You got up outa bed rushing to the toilet throwing up your guts. You felt so tired tho were only 3 months pregnant and you already wanted this baby out of you. You washed out your mouth and made your way back into the bedroom in hopes that you’ll fall asleep.

The sun starts to rise and you still haven’t managed to get any type of sleep, you weren’t really planning on staying in bed all day because you had a few things to do around the house. First you spread the bed, then you did the laundry and after that you swept out the house and the last thing you did was make yourself food. You sat down and eat.

Not after long you heard the door open and to your surprised you saw Rindo. He looked like a zombie. His hair was messy, he had blood all over him and he looked very tired.

“Hey baby, are you alright?” You asked worriedly “mhm” he hummed “do you want something to eat?” “No I’m good I’m just going to take a shower and then a nap” he said walking pass you into your shared bedroom. “Okay” you mumbled. You finished eating and you washed you plate, you also shared out a plate of food for Rindo and covered it on the table.

You went into your shared bedroom to see Rindo knocked out on the bed. You couldn’t help but smile you wanted to give him all the rest he could before he went back to work so you just decided to go into the living room and lied down in the couch.

You started watching Tv and not long after you fell asleep.

——————————————————————————

You woke up to the sound of the microwave going off. You lift yourself from the chair feeling nauseous, “Hey, you doing okay?” He asked “yes” you lied

You stumbled into the bathroom and held your head over the toilet letting it all out. Rindo came into the bathroom holding up your hair for you. “Be honest, are you feeling okay?” He asked for the last time.

You couldn’t lie to him again so you just told him the truth about you have been feeling and how you missed him. “Why didn’t you call me, I would have left work for you” He said while picking you up from off of the floor and carrying you to your shared bedroom. He placed you on the bed and pulled the cover over your body. (This reminds me of when they pull the cover over a dead persons body at the morgue😭)

“When you wake up, I’ll set you a nice lovely bath. Does that sound good?” He asked while kissing your forehead. “Yea it sounds good, I love you Rin” You yawned “I love you too♥︎”

Sorry if there were any mistakes😔

[halfmoondaze]

I want another enemies to lovers

The Strangest Effect

Today Y/N was attending the Kentucky Derby, being close friends with Druski and Urban, but this meant she was also stuck having to hang out with Jack. 

The three of you were staying in the same hotel, with you having a separate room were Jack, Urban and Druski were staying. You were currently putting your accessories when there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in” you yelled thinking it was Urban. 

To your disappointment, it was only Jack. 

“Are you planning on finishing anytime soon? We are going to be late” he said in annoyance. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“I needed help with my dress” you said referring to the zipper. 

You attempted doing it yourself once again but to your surprise, Jack didn’t hesitate before walking closer to you and help you out. His fingers got ahold of the zipper as he began to slowly zip it all the way up, while you starred at him through the vanity mirror in front of you. 

As soon as he finished, he looked at you from the mirror reflection of the mirror breaking the spell. You immediately looked away and muttered under your breath a quick ‘thanks’ before gathering the rest of your stuff.

“I’ll be on the hallway” he said in a low voice before exiting. 

Once you arrived at the event, Jack separated fom the rest of you as he took some pictures at the red carpet and did some interviews.

The place was packed and all eyes were on Jack. He had brought everyone to The Kentucky Derby. His parents, Clay, DJ Drama, Bryson Tiller, Druski, and many others. Not being so close to Jack, you almost felt out of place. 

Hw was glowing. Thos was a side of Jack you rare get to see. It was almost endearing to watch. Like a child on Christmas morning, Wait…what the fuck was she saying? For a moment she swore she almost sounded like she was falling for him…weird. 

As Y/N’s first time attending the Kentucky Derby, she enjoyed the experience, even though it wasn’t really her scene, but there was something about being around an atmosphere  of excitement that made the whole thing worth it. 

The following day, Urban had invited Y/N and Jack for lunch together, in hopes to ease the tension between the two of them, as it was starting to get awkward for the rest of them. 

Jack opened the front door to find Urban standing in front of it. 

“I guess is just going to be me and you. Y/N said she wasn’t feeling really well” 

“Yea right” Jack said rolling his eyes before waking past him to his SUV, encouraging Urban to follow hi. 

On the drive to the restaurant, Jack couldn’t stop ranting about Y/N, which was making Urban become annoyed at him. 

“Dude, are you changing the topic anytime soon? I swear you haven’t stopped talking about Y/N since we left your house” Urban laughed at him. 

Jack realized he was right and decided to just turn on the radio to forget about it. 

“You guys should just kiss already” Urban muttered laughing. 

Jack responded to his comment by giving him a death glare before putting his eyes back on the road. 

One night, Urban invited Y/N over to get together at Jack’s house. Not wanting to make a big fuss about it, she decided to join them considering she didn’t have anything interesting going on. 

“Y/N” Jack said surprised to see you as he opened the front door. 

“Um…hi, Urban invited me over” 

“He did?” 

“Yeah…this was stupid, Ill just go” 

Y/N turned around to walk away but before she could Jack stopped her. 

“Wait” 

She turned around. 

“Urban forgot to mention you were coming, but he hasn’t arrived yet. You can stay and hang out if you want” Jack said almost in a timid way. 

Wait, was Jack nervous? Y/N thought to herself. 

“Ok…” you said walking inside. 

Jack was clearly not himself tonight. As he seemed distracted and not confident at all which was rare. 

Jack and Y/N sat on the couch watching a random film. But it seemed like none of them could concentrate on it and there was this undeniable tension in the air.  

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked suddenly. 

“Sure” you responded hoping probably a drink would ease the awkwardness. 

And this is how you and Jack ended up getting tipsy and sitting in a corner in the living room laughing at the most random things. 

“Are you serious?” you said almost breathless from laughing too much.

“You bet” 

As soon as the laughter dies down, they fnd themselves lost in each other. Jack starts leaning in to kiss Y/N and Y/N does the same. 

In that moment, laughter can be heard from the hallway along with the sound of footsteps. Urban had most likely let himself inside with some friends. 

Jack stands up and reached for her hand. 

“We should go downstairs” 

“Yea” she said taking his hand as she stood up.  

It has been a week since Y/N and Jack’s last encounter, and they were actively avoiding each other. Everyone at their circle soon catch on to it and wouldn’t stop teasing Jack about it. 

During that time, Jack attempted to text her several times, but he would always end up erasing the message before he could hit ‘sent. This was new to him and he was having a hard time navigating through it. But soon enough he grew impatient and decided to just confront you. Which is why he was now in the front of Y/N house talking himself into just ringing the stupid doorbell.

“Ok” he whispered to himself before ringing the doorbell. 

After a few minutes you opened the door. 

“Jack, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked surprised by his sudden visit. 

“I just wanted you to know that I don’t hate you. I don’t know why I even treated you so bad all this time. I think growing up I always had this crush on you but I didn’t know what to do with myself about and instead of just being a man about it and say it, I would just be mean to you. And I guess I never find a way to act on it so I remained acting the same way. And I came to realize this the last time he hung out” 

You were speechless. 

“Jack…I don’t know what to say” 

“You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know that I don’t hate you. I could never hate you” he said before turning around and walking away. 

“Jack wait” 

Jack turned around and stood there in shock as he felt your lips touch his. Eventually leaned into her and out his hands on her waist as he kissed her back. 

After a few minutes the both of you broke the kiss. 

“Can I take you out on date and officiate this?” 

You giggled at him. 

“Yeah, I like the sound of that”

[getosuguruswife]

Getou x F!Reader

genre : angst 

summary : you decide to leave your boyfriend as you realize he isn’t ready for a relationship.

chapter tags : infidelity, brief mention of sex, mental issues (not specific tho) and drinking problems?

writer’s note : it is the first time i write something in a while, + English is not my first language, so please bare with me guys (’: (I finished this story pretty quickly, as I didn’t know how to end it, I wrote it because it spoke to me on a personal level, I also made a playlist for it too!) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/002dbNvnh9412iFu23nBpc?si=fcbbac695fc4457d

Love wasn't something you were very familiar with. Of course you had some flings here and there, but they never reached the level of feelings you had for Getou Suguru. The man was tall, strong and handsome. So intelligent and sensitive, just drastically different from all the boys you met before. He was a man. However, you are grown enough to know that love isn’t all, if it was, much less people would break up or divorce. What does it mean to love someone if you don’t respect them, listen to them, or if you make them feel lonely? You putted up with a lot of Getou’s shenanigans, from him staying out late at night, partying with his friends, him entertaining the women that threw themselves at him, or just making you feel like you’re second in his life. Of course, you didn’t mind not being his first priority, if his first priority was his career or his family, but if it was the losers he called his friends, or partying with bitches, then it was a problem. 

The thing is Suguru loved you, wholeheartedly. He never felt that way with anyone before you, and he really was grateful for your existence, he just didn’t know how to show it to you. You were vibrant and funny, so sensitive and open to your feelings. It was okay for you cry, pour your heart out to him, and show him how much he meant to you. He tried to do the same, he really did, but how can you let your guard down this quickly when you have been used to closing your heart all your life? There was something comforting about not letting you see how he truly feels, even if you proved him a thousand times he could trust you.

It is a cold Sunday morning. The sky is grey, rain drops are hitting the windows of your empty room. Last night, you have been by yourself, like always. Although it is a routine for you, this time feels different. Getou left the house at 6 p.m yesterday, claiming to have an errand to run with Gojo, it is 8 a.m and you still haven’t heard from him. Tears are drooling down your face, you can’t even see your hands tossing your clothes in your suitcase. You’re so angry, frustrated and sad, all at the same time. What haven’t you done for this man? You have always been supportive of him, always let him do whatever he wanted, shown him unconditional love, even when he didn’t deserve it, so why do you have to go through all of this? Why does he keep treating you like a stranger? You run from a room to another, trying to leave before he can come back and dissuade you to go. You’re not even showered yet, all you think about is escaping from that golden prison. You don’t feel loved anyway, so you don’t think you will be missed, you care about him enough to let him be.

Getou wasn’t that too fond of clubs. Nothing about loud music, or drinking until passing out excited him, but it was a good way for him to forget all of his problems for a while. His friends unlike him always seemed to have the time of their lives, dancing and tongue-kissing women they had just met, he was the only one sitting and doing nothing but drinking, or playing with his phone. Sometimes, he would fuck girls in the bathrooms out of pure boredom. None of them could even come close to you and he knew that, but that’s how he is : he can’t deal with intimacy, he would rather for you to think he didn’t feel anything than open his heart and handle situations. He knew you were way too good for him, so he always seemed to do everything to make you leave, and his guilt grew wider as you stayed. The love and patience you had for him tortured his mind way too much, but he couldn’t come to terms with breaking up with you, deep down in his soul, he knew.

You’re the only thing on his mind when he comes back home. He knows he is not going to get away with staying out all night, and is already prepping some apologies in his mind while taking his shoes off. After throwing them in a corner of the entry, he starts tip-toeing slowly towards your room, trying not to make the wood cracks under his feet. The house is cold, but he is not ready for how colder things will turn in a second.

You lift your bags out of the bed, ready to turn around and face him, ready to live the most heartbreaking thing you have ever experienced in a while, and when you see him, it’s like your heart is falling at your feet. He stands there, watching you with confusion, but still low-key understanding the situation, as you can see by the way he breathes. You are both looking at each other, in the upmost silence. He is so beautiful.. You think, with his pitch black hair laying on both sides of his neck, his basic white tee-shirt stretched out by his muscles, and his angel-like features. For a second, you almost want to drop everything and go back to him, enjoy his presence, but you can’t. Nothing will ever change, he is not ready to love. 

“I’m leaving.” You are the one breaking the silence first, voice trembling from the ugly cry you’re about to throw. “How much pain a human can take Sugu? I can’t do it no more, I’m sorry”. When your words hits him, he doesn’t even react. He stares at you, almost like he can’t believe it, like he is waiting for a nightmare to end. At the same time, he doesn’t really know what to say? He did everything to push you out the door, how hypocritical it would be of him to try to make you stay, none of his issues are solved, and nothing will change for now.You’re searching for his eyes, waiting, hoping, praying, he would say something to make you feel wanted, but he says nothing like that, he says nothing at all.

“I don’t want you to answer me, I don’t think there’s much to say anyway, let me just leave please.” You cry again, although you tried your best not to. Getou looks at you, and you can see he is in pain too, but he could never blame you for realizing your worth, he knew this time was coming anyway, and he feels like it’s the best decision. “I love you, I’m so sorry.” He whispers, which interrupts your tears for a minute. “You deserve so much more than what I gave you, I know I was a shitty boyfriend, I did you so wrong baby, I’m so sorry.”  Something in you wants to take him in your arms, reassure him and tell him that it’s okay, that he was a hundred percent worthy of your love, but it would be a lie, a million reasons you know and don’t know that justify why he isn’t. You can’t be the one apologizing anytime he fucks up. “I’m sorry too.”