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[roy-the-dork]

Die Hard December - Days 4 - 13

I finished Die Hard December!!! :D Individual days with commentary, ratings, and doodles are under the read more line

Day 4 - Kristoff is severely underrated and I personally hope he survived getting pistol whipped in the face. Head canon that he is best friends with Theo

⭐️ - 7/10 Kristoffs

Day 5 - Fritz has Rapunzel hair, also the best blooper in the film (They’re using the elderly on us!)

⭐️ - 9/10 for the blooper alone

Day 6 - Hans and Theo are definitely dating. Like the only times Hans smiles are around Theo??? (Yeah yeah vault whatever). Also Theo’s birthday is Christmas Eve, you cannot tell me they didn’t have a party for him

⭐️ - 10/10 they are gay

Day 7 - Uli!!!!! It’s Uli!!! :DD

⭐️ - 10/10 Crunch bars

Day 8 - I think Eddie more than anyone deserves the title of cowboy. He actually has cowboy boots for goodness sake

⭐️ - 6/10 fake cowboy employees

Day 9 - Karl is so overdramatic and I love him for it. Honestly a more terrifying villain than Hans (not more competent though)

⭐️ - 9/10 dramatic head turns with equally dramatic musical stings

Day 10 - In an AU where the Die Hard villains are just petty criminals, Tony would 100% befriend John and Al. And Karl would try to kill them both for it

⭐️ - 7/10 for being a Die Hard character with a Funko Pop

Day 11 - Also in an AU where the Die Hard villains are just petty criminals (because it’s wormed its way into my brain) Hans would always call John “Mr. Cowboy” before dramatically disappearing. John thinks he’s annoying as hell

⭐️ - 10/10 I want them all to be friends

Day 12 - My guinea pig watched Die Hard with me (she’s never seen it before). She has no fear and a strange fascination with Hans Gruber. She made me pick her up so she could see him better

⭐️ - 8/10 weirdly fearless guinea pigs

Day 13 - I think Hans Gruber is very cool, but I will never understand why people think he is hot. I am in severe opposition with Die Hard TikTok about this, apparently

⭐️ - 3/10 why

[descendantsramblings]

Just a short cute thing where Fem! Reader and Maleficent are dating and Mal just loves teasing her gf by turning into her dragon form in small

Pure fluff, thank u :>

“Short cute” is speaking my language rn. So glad to be back to writing long stuff but between these and writing a layout for a Dead Boy Detectives fic I needed a good head canon or Drabble 🖤

Also I wrote and edited this whole thing while on the clock at work so forgive me if something is a little odd, I HATE typing on mobile because it’s easier to get typos.

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Maleficent x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: watching her girlfriend study can get just so boring

Warnings: descriptions of Maleficent turning into a dragon but it’s really nothing (at least as a horror and body horror fan it’s absolutely nothing but I’ll warn you just in case), fluff

Word Count: 1.1K

Pic because finding gifs of my girl (who’s almost always background or literally on Hades lol) is so hard

She can’t say no one warned her. Of course, Maleficent thought her girlfriend hung the sun, she was humanities own light source. All aglow when she was excited and warm enough that the dark fae was constantly convinced she had a fever. She was obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean the rest of her friends lied when they said dating a hero kid could get so boring. Not that (Y/n) in general was boring, it was actually pretty easy to get her running around with the villains, but when she felt like being good? She could get obnoxiously good. Like straight As helping out in soup kitchens type of good. Which if the pixie was honest, she found that side of her girlfriend extremely endearing. Sometimes she even wonders if that sweet half of her is what saw Maleficent as worthy for her. Not that she’d ever admit to that out loud, it would wreck her image. If the fact that she could watch the girl complete mundane tasks in complete infatuation didn’t already kill her image. Or at least she normally could watch her like that.

The girl had been studying for an hour, rewriting her notes in a decorative and color coded way that she swore made it easier for her to study. “Rewriting it makes me think about it harder, Mali. Engraves it into my memory.” It sounded like an excuse to her, seemed to her that the girl just liked to look at pretty things. Not that she minded, whatever she wanted to do was fine by her, (Y/n) was her own woman. And Maleficent loved to be the pretty thing she was looking at, so who was she to complain about other ones? But Mali was starting to wonder if she and Tinkerbell had something in common. If she didn’t get her girlfriend’s attention soon she was sure she’d just fall over and just die. She was growing weaker by the second, she was positive of that. And getting the girl’s attention away from swirling pretty calligraphy into a notebook was proving to be impossible.

Every nuzzle to her neck was met with a playful push. Kissing her face just earned the pixie a “Mali, doll, I’m working.” It was infuriating. Why let her in if (Y/n) only planned on ignoring her? Her pale arms make their way around the princess’ waist, face falling against the girl’s back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m almost done, Doll. Just two more pages.” Two more? That won’t do, she needs more attention now. “Come on,” she drags the word out pulling away from her girlfriend with a whine. “Since when are you so good?” “I’ve always been good, Doll. You’re the villain between us, remember?” She uncaps a different pen, readjusting the notebook before her. “You don’t seem so good when you’re out running around with me and the other VKs. You ask how high when Uliana says just just like Morgie does.” It gets her a hum, pen tapping against the page in the speedy pattern. “Yeah well, if I make Uli happy she’ll do my hair. No one else here can braid like she can.” Mali laughs, “Fine, then if we can’t cuddle, let’s go see if she’ll do your hair. Give me something.” “I’ll be done soon.” She scoffs, lightly smacking the back of the girl’s shoulder, “You said you were doing homework.” (Y/n)’s eyes roll, sparing the girl a look over her shoulder, “Studying is homework, Mali.” Now her eyes roll, throwing herself back on the bed, “This isn’t studying. Studying is reading over notes, this is some other thing.” She hums, “Maybe that’s why my grades are higher than yours.” It’s a playful remark, the girl poking her tongue out at the pixie before turning back to her work.

She wants to play? Okay, they can play. She cuts a look to the girl, a pen cap held loosely in her mouth as she delicately drags a pen brush across a page. She was distracted enough. Turning into a large dragon took far too much energy from her, but a small one? One that could fit right in the girl’s lap? That was easy. Maleficent could barely feel it as her bones gave way. Shoulder blades and vertebrae stretching out to form the structure of wings. Purple scales forcing their way through pale skin, tearing their way into veins to beseen. She hasn’t let wings of any kind come out in so long, it felt heavenly. The stretch making her suppress a whimper. She desperately needed to do this more, instead of just when she felt the need to harass her way into getting what she wants.

Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, she flaps her wings, once, twice. By the third time, when she realized the sound wasn’t alerting (Y/n), she knew she could take flight. Fluttering through the dorm, she lands on the girl’s dresser, blowing a small puff of flames onto a candle then settling beside it. Waiting, glowing green eyes trained on the girl who had playfully become her prey. The smell of smoke would alert her, it always did. Lilac and smoke slowly and softly fill the air, making the princess look up, worried eyes glancing around the room before landing on her dresser. “Really? You’re that desperate for me?” Desperate? No, she was anything but that. While her eyes are away from the page, Maleficent takes flight again, swooping up the pens the girl was using before fluttering over her head.

“Mali, you’re just prolonging how long it will be before I can lay back and cuddle with you. You know that, right?” Her hand shoots up for her pens and the dragon flies closer to the ceiling. “This is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous.” Pens clatter into the wastebasket by the girl’s desk, the dragon swooping in to fill the girl’s lap before she can get up to retrieve them. “Are all fae this needy or just you?” The question is met with a nuzzle against her stomach, the dragon refusing to get too close to her skin in case she’d scratch the delicate stretch of flesh.

Sighing, the girl closes her two notebooks, pushing them to the side before she lays back. “If I take a little study break will you let me finish my work without whining?” The dragon crawls up her stomach, tilting her head to the side. Sweeten the deal. “If we cuddle?” Letting out a sigh, Mali curls up on the girl’s chest, her head laying just so close to her heart she feels as if she’s hearing the lubb-Dubb of it in her own head. “You’re not gonna turn back into a girl for me? Made you wait so long that I only deserve scales?” It’s not a complaint, not a real one at least. Her nails digging into the space between two wings, a glorious scratching sensation that makes Maleficent’s eyes lull closed. She was never above playing if the Royal wanted to play. She was always the winner of the girl’s long games.

[blarefordaglare]

When Someone Says(Signs) No, It Means No.

A gift for @hotcheetohatredwastaken for the anniversary of BDOR (Blood Drops on Roses) 

Feel free to use this fanfiction however you like, it’s your’s, and also an apology for typing this late-

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The hero of Twilight regrets his words. In his defense, he never expected them t0 be twisted into the situation that was as of now -but onto that later-. His mind couldn’t help but drift to the events that caused the entire situation. 

“Sweet Ordana Wild,” a heavy sigh escaped the rancher’s breath as he tried to put his thoughts into language, “I ain’t gonna go around fighting another one of those Lynels, curse courage, they’re dangerous.” Don’t get him wrong, the hero adored doing the unthinkable-the impossible. Years of his life were surrounded with that entire mindset, but he has lines. He has lines that were drawn at swords with sharpness that rivaled the master sword, a monster that belonged in a dungeon, and a swing that even a fairy struggled to heal. 

‘Please,’ the hand was moved in a stiff grace, too calculated to be genuine, ‘I’ve done it before-It’s not hard. Please. I promise I’ll be careful. I promise.” The sheer amount of force the champion put into  that single word was enough to prove the want behind the words. 

“Not hard as in Almost died and proceeded to eat half of our food stash?” His tone was dripped with sarcasm, his thick accent hanging in the air. He regretted the possibility of coming off rude-true-but not as much as he would regret being guilty, or at least involved, in an innocent life's death, “No.” 

‘But I said I promised,’ A promise he wouldn’t keep. He didn’t own a crystal ball, neither of the two did. It would be impossible to predict such events. Still, Wild pressed on, ‘plus, I can’t die until I kill the calamity-’ he suppressed the urge to finish that thought with an ‘I think’. That would destroy his entire argument. 

Twilight’s patience was wearing thin, yet growing heavier as it was attempting to remain tied precariously on a thread. He chose to not voice the quite obvious example a hero can die, for his brothers sanity (mostly) and his own, “Wild,” His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, the skin first turning white, then fading into red as the skin surveyed the touch, “You need to learn, for my sake, yours, and the entirety of Hyrule, when someone says no, it means no.” His voice shook as he spoke, attempting to manifest a straight, assertive tone. 

But looking back, he probably shouldn’t have spoken at all. 

“Wild,” Twilight’s hand rested on the damp, chopped wood, “Remember that fire rod you found? We may need to use it to start this fire. All the wood is wet.” The small piece of flint lay discarded, barely managing to create a spark, let alone light a fire. 

‘No.’ 

“What?” His eyes darted towards the champion in confusion, “What do you mean, ‘no?’” 

“Twiligh-t,” His voice was barely a whisper, yet the ‘t’ was over-enunciated; it drowned out the rest of the noise, ‘When someone signs ‘No’, it means no.” The logic was there, true, but it certainly was not there in the context of the moment. 

The rancher took a moment to breathe, to not let the intrusive thought of simply somehowstealingtheslateanddumpouteveryweponuntilhefindsit get to his head, “Now, who in their right mind taught you that?” 

‘You.’

Oh. 

Right.

“Well, if we don’t get this wood on fire, we will sleep cold.” He tried to keep his voice gentle, reminding himself of what Uli did when he himself was out of reason, keeping a calm attitude while incorporating simple facts that one would know, “You don’t want to sleep cold, do you?”  

‘No.’ It was clear he was hesitant to answer, already figuring out where the conversion was headed. 

“So how about we get out the fire rod, and have a fire?” 

‘No. I’ll just put it on my back and I’ll be warm.’

Smart kid. 

“Fine then.” His voice was tinted with suppressed anger. He couldn’t lash out-that would only embarrass himself.

‘Fine.’

“Fine.”

And with that, he curled up in his bedroll. The chill of the night wind lulling him to an uncomfortable sleep. 

He would only realize, in the morning, the small flame, barely the size of a candle, lit onto a small ceramic, the smoke filling the morning air. He would only realize, in the morning, the tip of the fire rod a bit more grayer than last time.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Hans Gruber Headcanons (Die Hard)

Heads up: this movie contains swearing, violence, murder, brief nudity, and drug use. To celebrate the last minute of Christmas, here’s my favorite character from one of my favorite Christmas movies. 😁

He insists that you always dress nicely; even little ones should take pride in their appearance.

He is great at planning ahead and it’s very rare that he’s unprepared. No matter what you need, he’s ready to help.

When you’re upset or sleepy, he speaks quietly to you in German or sings Ode to Joy.

He treats you to all the model sets you want, and helps you build every single one.

He compliments you constantly. “Well, aren’t you a clever little thing? You did that all by yourself? Absolutely exceptional.”

When you are especially small, he’ll explain things very precisely to ensure you understand.

Even when you’re acting out, he is almost always able to keep his cool. He speaks to you very calmly and patiently and reminds you of what the expectations are.

When you’re sent to timeout, he is always very clear about exactly what you did wrong and why you’re being punished.

He brings you along on jobs sometimes, but you have to stay near him, where it’s safe.

The rest of the crew look after you when Hans is busy, and they’re the best babysitters. Theo lets you watch movies Hans doesn’t allow, Uli brings you your favorite candy, Marco plays ALL the chase games, Karl and Tony fight over who gets to carry you… They’re all great.

[rinthelonely]

Shade was driving on the quiet road, exhausted and frustrated. He had to overwork. Again. His work payed well but recently he has been thinking about finding a new job. No one seemed to do their share of the work so it all fell on Shade to do everything. He could only hope that Twilight is in bed and not waiting for him in the kitchen.

Shade finally parked his car in front of his house and noticed that there was one light on in the house. The kitchen light. 'Of course he's in the kitchen.' He has told Twilight that he doesn't need to wait for him on these days when he has extra work but, well, bad habits die hard.

Twilight was, in fact, in the kitchen sleeping on the table. Across from him was a plate with two appetising breads which were clearly for Shade. Shade couldn't help letting a fond smile creep up on his face. He always worried that Twilight would get tired of him working late almost everyday but every time when he came home Twilight always greeted him with a smile. He really needs to stop listening to what other people say. His coworkers always lamented how hard it is for a child to be alone for so long because his father doesn't have time for him. Even his younger brother, Time, often said that Shade is a terrible father to Twilight. Dark... well Shade doesn't know what Dark would say, he hasn't seen him in for years and would prefer to keep it that way.

After eating the breads, Shade picked Twilight up and carried him upstairs. They share the same bedroom which is very uncommon and unheard-of that a sixteen year old still sleeps in the same room as their parents. Well, parent. Shade had said that they can turn one of their rooms into Twilight's bedroom but he refused. Instead, they got another bed in their bedroom so that Twilight can have his own bed but still be with his father.

Just as Shade lowered Twilight on to his bed, the boy stirred a bit. "Mm... dad?" Shade hummed. "I'm here, little pup." Twilight rubbed his eyes a little before opening them. "How was work?" The father chuckled. "Same old, nothing interesting, only boring work." The son let out a tired laugh. "Have you considered getting a new job?" A playful scoff. "And have you considered fixing your sleep schedule before highschool?" A dramatic groan. "I don't wanna go to school." Shade shook his head fondly. "You don't have much of a choice, pup. Now, off to Dreamland with you." Just as he said those words, Twilight was out like a torch.

It was these tender moments that made Shade think that he is a lucky man to have a son like Twilight. He may not be a perfect father or a perfect role model, but he was good enough in Twilight's eyes. His job may be tiring and frustrating but coming home to see his son waiting for him always managed to make him feel warm inside. And with these warm thoughts, he got ready for bed.

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I tried my hand on a modern linked universe au. It's not good but it was pretty fun to write.

Little info on present and mentioned characters:

Shade: single father of Twilight, visits Rusl and Uli whenever possible, has a... complicated relationship with Time.

Twilight: only child of Shade, Time is his uncle and Wild is his biological cousin, honestly prefers to spend time with uncle Rusl than uncle Time.

Time: husband of Malon, biological father of Wild and has adopted other children (gee, I wonder who these other children are), the only reason why he contacted Shade again is because of Twilight.

Dark: Older twin brother of Time, could possibly be a wanted criminal, pretty much disappeared without a trace.

[weepylucifer]

15. for the writing prompt?

15. "No worry, you weren't that obvious."

They meant to have a quiet evening in the meeting room today, just Steban and Uli by themselves. Not even a proper reading group meeting, just dinner and some coffee, sitting together and studying, maybe talking over this week's coursework at most. But then there was a knock on the metal grille and a voice hissing the passphrase, and that strange cop who was here once already entered again with his friend in tow.

The gendarme in the disco clothes just wants to talk, brainstorm new thoughts he's internalized. The other one remains inscrutable, hanging back and only occasionally pitching in with some sarcastic comment, not precisely very constructive. Ulixes ponders the man and finds he doesn't trust him. Why did he even come back here with his friend, if he has nothing but disdain for Mazovian thought? Why the orange airman jacket, which seems almost like a mockery? Is he observing them, just waiting for a reason to take them in? For all his bravado, Ulixes isn't sure he actually wants to go to jail for the cause, at least not before he's had the chance to engage in some real action.

So Ulixes watches the airman jacket cop right back, and feels a growing, restless unease in his mind, like something poking at the tender meat of his brain. A tension headache is coming on, like a storm brewing.

Now, the disco cop and Steban are getting into a debate - or rather, the disco cop is trying to debate whether or not a police officer, indirectly employed by the Moralintern, could be a socialist revolutionary. He's citing the origins of the RCM, the way they still rely on the decomptage system. Surely that's something, right? Proof that the RCM can be whipped up into a bona-fide communism-building force? Ulixes leaves the talking to Steban, knowing he's more than capable of handling this topic by himself. Still, it only irritates him more. He begins to bounce his leg, work off the gathering nervous energy, until Steban puts a warm, calm hand on his knee. It soothes him, but only slightly. Storm clouds swirl.

Only a week ago, this cop and his colleagues dragged a communard holdover off one of the little islets in the bay and arrested him for the murder of a fascist mercenary. A grizzled old man, decrepit, delirious, barely alive. Ulixes wasn't there to personally see it, but Steban happened to be dropping off his laundry with the washerwoman in the fishing village when it happened. He told Ulixes all about it. He doesn't know, he said, if that old man was really a murderer, and it doesn't really matter one way or the other. What he does know is that the whole thing was a shameful display.

A communist cop. Sure.

Now the cop in the airman jacket makes another one of his dry little quips. Was he there when they hauled that old man off to die in a cell? It truly does not matter if the old man was a killer, or indeed a communard. He was a vagrant whom no one would miss, and the RCM needed results. Rumor is they extracted a confession on that islet. Is that true? No one can tell.

Ulixes shakes his head and refocuses on the conversation. Some comment has just been thrown Steban's way, some humorous barb (the humor is questionable) about how Steban is inexperienced, young, not worldly like these seasoned cops who've seen it all on Revachol' streets. Who've seen real action. It's patronizing. It's cloying. Worst, it makes Steban flush and quieten, hits him where he lives. Ulixes is seething.

How dare they make fun? Sure, Steban might not have done an awful lot of revolutionary praxis. But he's trying his best! He's not some naive child, he grew up poor in Revachol West too, he knows exactly how the world is, yet still he hopes! It is a hope that is hard-won! It is among the most respect-inducing things Ulixes knows. He's ready to pounce on those men from his perch, go for their jugulars, bite and tear and see a spray of arterial blood speckle the walls, splash all the way over here across Steban's pretty face...

Steban's hand on his knee squeezes once. He glances back at Uli, checking in, but also gently warning. "It's okay," he murmurs and turns back around.

Why is Steban still humoring these men? Why won't he just tell them to leave, go out and never come back? Is he afraid that there'll be consequences, that the nice, jovial officer with the Mazov-like mutton chops will stop being so nice the moment he's not getting what he wants out of them? Or does he really, actually see potential here? Ulixes takes a deep breath through his nose and reminds himself that successful revolutions tend to hinge on getting the military or, yes, police on-side. Maybe Steban is thinking in similar patterns here.

Steban can, in fact, recover. He regains control of the conversation, trades a mild jab back at the expense of the cops (something Uli doesn't quite get about growing up in Villalobos and knowing the RCM only as... something in someone's poppy fields). The disco cop seems a bit taken aback by the lack of enthusiasm for the revolutionary RCM that exists in his mind. His friend, Uli notices, is watching his reactions, eyes intent and hawkish behind those spectacles. A foot taps once, twice, thrice, and then is reined back in. For a second, one gloved hand drifts over to where a gun would be holstered, then is twitched away to ball into a fist at the man's side. He is watching, Uli realizes, for things to defend his partner from.

Self-recognition in the Other does not calm Ulixes down. It only tells him where his enemy is. He is facing a known constellation: a Sensitive Instrument and a self-styled protector thereof, it being known to them both that sensitive men require a line of defense against the harshness of a world they have no innate mental shields against. And Uli's going to defend his one better. He's going to win. He doesn't care that the other one has a gun. This is his primary target, and he's ready to maul.

He keeps his gaze fixed on said target, and almost misses the debate winding down.

"I suppose we've reached an impasse," Steban says not unkindly, folding his hands on his lap, and

"Yeah, well, much to think about," the disco cop relents.

"Detective..." his partner begins, at the same time Ulixes says, "Steban."

Steban tilts his head. The disco cop raises an eyebrow. Some unspoken communication passes between them, and then the disco cop says, "Yeah, me and Kim should probably head back home."

"Kim and I," Ulixes hears as the cops file out of the room, and he is alone with Steban at last.

Relief is slow to come. In the new quiet of the meeting room, Ulixes vibrates, wound so tight he feels near combustion. "I was going to kill that man," he gets out past clenched teeth. "I was going to kill that police officer."

"Yes, I know," Steban says, so casually that Ulixes is certain that indeed, he does know. "No worry, you weren't that obvious. I don't think they noticed."

A kind lie. A politeness.

Uli's breath is still coming quickly, his hands clenching and unclenching in powerless rage. He still trembles. Trying to suppress it is nearly painful, making him feel like he will surely shake apart. His jaw feels fused shut with the force with which he's grit his teeth.

Steban, of course, sees this. His hand settles back on Uli's knee, still just as warm and soothing. "Shh. It's okay, they're gone. Nothing happened. You can calm down."

The touch is nice, but not enough. "Steban... I, I might need..."

"Yes, I know." This isn't new. Steban knows what Uli needs when he gets in his own head like this, when the world is too much, too loud and too hot and too wrong, and he feels like boiling from the inside. Momentarily, he finds himself being eased down from his perch on the backrest and being made to lie down on the sofa proper. Steban unceremoniously sits on his legs and proffers a hand.

Ulixes grabs it in both of his, brings it up to his mouth and bites down.

Steban lets out a muffled little grunt as Uli's teeth sink into his flesh, but barely winces. He knows this feeling well already. He lets his index and middle finger rest on Uli's tongue, depressing it slightly, and keeps them there as Ulixes begins to furiously suck and gnaw upon them. That's good, for a moment, but he still needs something more.

He reaches for Steban and whines, and Steban removes his fingers, slick with saliva. "Yes? What is it?"

"I... can I...?" Ulixes pleads with his eyes, and grasps Steban's hips in both hands, tucking his thumbs into his belt loops.

"Of course, but give me a moment first," Steban says. "Not quite there yet."

'A moment' is taking too long. Ulixes strokes Steban through his pants, helps him along, and Steban tips his head back and sighs, pleasured, as Ulixes feels him firm up. At long last, he's permitted to tug Steban's pants and underwear down, watch his cock spring free, and immediately attach to it, swallow it down as deep as it will go.

The firm weight on his tongue is exactly what he needs. Indulging this need soothes and cools like nothing else, just something about having his mouth full, his one definitive goal to focus on... but not too much. He doesn't want to bring Steban off too quickly. Better yet to draw it out, feel Steban get hard in his mouth, feel him start to leak and finally spill himself over... not yet. Not yet time for that. For now he will be excellently well-used for Steban's pleasure, for now he'll lick and suckle and drool and not think. Lose himself in base fulfillment, hazily aware of the satiated little whimpers he's making as he inches downwards trying to take as much as he can. Above, Steban moans and huffs but he's far away. A surplus of spit runs into Ulixes' beard but that's okay.

His mouth busies. His mind empties. There is only sensation now which Ulixes must seek blindly. He closes his eyes and relaxes his throat and allows bliss to wash over him.

[neonmetro]

I just want to say (as if I haven't made it obvious) that my brain has been filled with your silly goobers JAJDJXJCJXJDJJGV

AT THE MOMENT SPECIFICALLY WAR AND EZRA???? IDK MAN THEY HAVE JUST BEEN CROWDING MY MIND THEY ARE SO SILLY WAHHHH 😭💖💖💖💖

Virgil is also like, so cool BUT WHO AM I KIDDING LITTERALLY ALL OF YOUR OCS ARE

WAR IS HONESTLY SO SILLY LIKE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BUT I JUST LOVE ALL OF THE APOCALYPSE HORSEMEN SO IDK SKSNKSJCJGG

Their design is so coolio and sick !!! WAHHHHHH

Words also cannot DESCRIBE how much I have been thinking about Ezra lately like chat it's just "woah,... she is soooo cool" AND JUST HER DESIGN IS SO COOL TO ME

I could go on and ON about the Apocalypse horsemen guys, they are just so silly !!!! I love them so much.

All of project Martyr are also just to DIE for. Honestly I just love them all so much, don't know a lot about them (would love too though *makes wild gestures*) but they are so JWJSJDJFHF AMAZING (guys SAMYAZA???? OML I LOVE THEM)

And I love Deco and Eve <333 but they are always in my mind so LIKE

Corp heads is just a whole other rodeo *Drops on knees in defeat* honestly I could talk about my brainrot with the corp heads and it would kill someone /J

It's so hard not to talk about all of Novaturient and just be like "I LOVE ALL OF THEM SO MUCH *Inserts paragraph talking about the sillies and how brainrotted I am and just blasting people*"

Can you tell I wrote this ask just to fan girl??? It's not Uly anon without fangirling to be honessttt /SILLY

SO SORRY for such a long ask, school is tmwr, and I REALLY just love your silly babies smmm

-Ulysses loving anon

GHGNGNGGHHGGNGGNH THANK YOU ULANON 😭😭😭😭😭 I'M SORRY I GOT TO THIS ASK SO LATE MY ASS WAS KIND OF GOING THROUGH THE DEMONS

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY SILLY BLORBOS... RAHHH NUMERO UNO FANGIRL !!!

i loveee ezra's design 😭 techwear my beloved i need to do it more

HONESTLY EVERYONE YOU'RE NAME DROPPING IS WEARING SOME FORM OF TECHWEAR I THINK I'M SENSING A PATTERN HERE /J

i've been slowly writing at least projmar's story but like . well it's going to be jam packed with so much character shit i'll at least give you a snippet i wrote today...

GOD #()*($&*^#*&(*!)(!!! I MIGHT NEVER GET OVER THE FACT PEOPLE SHARE NOVATURI'S EXISTENCE TO PEOPLE THEY KNOW TOO ITS CRAZY TO ME

no i understand.... stay strong soldier in the school trenches may the blorbos keep you company...

[heyits-asher]

😍 + uly!

There aren't a great many people that Ash finds he loves. He can make friends with more than most, but he can count on one hand those he extends his greatest care to. He never thought one of those fingers would be taken once he made it to California.

Los Angeles was a concrete maze of tourism and Hollywood lights that outshone the derelicts and everything grimy underneath. Ash has no fond memories of that city. Aurora Bay is better with that - not having thinly veiled lies to make it seem better than it is. It has the beach, a cozier vibe that isn't overwhelming, but the biggest pillar to his adjustment of beach town vibe had been none other than Ulysses Flynn.

It wasn't hard for Ash to fall into step beside him, to find a place there where he was welcomed and home. He didn't realize it until about two months in, hanging out on Uly's balcony, with the tobacco burning his throat and a heady buzz from shitty PBR tilting the world ever so slightly. They were teetering close to four in the morning. It was easy to lose track of time, he even said so.

"Y'know. When I'm around you, I don't worry or care about anything. Like, look - it's three forty three in the morning!" Ash holds his phone up where, through the crack that stretches corner to corner, the time reads. He pulls it back and extends his other arm out to ash the end of his cigarette. "It's cool, yeah? I'm not so busy overthinking things because it feels easy. You make things feel easy."

Does it make sense?

Ash takes another drag of his cigarette, letting it hang from his mouth so he can divide his attention between that and his phone. "You're easy to be around. I don't know if you know it, but I love it."

Uly quickly became someone Asher would consider family, because family has each other's backs, and Uly has proved that time and time again.

"Yo, dude. I think that guy was about to shit his pants!"

It was around October, when the chill started taking hold late in the evenings, fleeing the Reef after a near-altercation, and Asher was delivering a slap to Uly's shoulder.

A set of sticky fingers and a plucked wallet nearly ended with a fist to Asher's face. "He took one look at you and - psh, knew better. But y'know..." Ash waved up the wallet in one hand and the pack of American Spirits. "I might've double dipped." Oops.

But that was the thing. It didn't matter that this started because Asher had some morality issues. Technically, he did wrong, but Uly was there at his side. Some 'what if' questions over time told Ash that there wasn't much he could do that would change that. "Thanks for that. You're honestly probably the most loyal fucker I know."

Possibly, to a fault, but that is neither here nor there if you ask Ash.

There was a certain gratitude and fondness when he said to him, "It's, uh... thanks, man. For always being like my ride or die." Tried and true, always faithful, and his confidant.

Coming around closer to the New Year, he had felt like there was a lifetime between them, all packed into nine months. The night of his birthday, back in the Reef. He couldn't have been happier at that point. Gillian on one side, Uly on the other. He had his whole world there that night, plus many more. It didn't matter that he lost first round in the pool tournament.

"Thanks for coming." Of course he would. After the first few beers had started to soften the edges of his vision, it was already all too late from the amount of shots he'd had with them that Asher made a huge miscalculation in how much he actually consumed.

He let himself stumble outside, soppy and drunk, to get a touch of fresh air. "I didn't think i'd still be here, in this town, by the way. That's all you." He grins, and it reaches his eyes. "I didn't know Gillian was here before we met, or for even like a few months after, and I was close to hopping on a bus to find my feet somewhere else. But I stayed when we became friends. I stayed because I didn't want to leave here if it met leaving you."

The anchor that had kept Asher from floating too far off, his inevitable wandering brought to an end. He felt he had found his place here with someone he met only by chance. One 9-1-1 call for attempted theft would've ended all of that.

"Thanks for making this place home." And that was probably the thing that Asher loved most. Uly made him a home.

@ulyflynn

[intergalacticbeth]

DESPERATELY need more info on how those religious ceremonies work. what are they accomplishing by holding them, or is it just celebratory of what they worship?

(for example) like how communion is taking god and accepting Him as apart of you, but confession is meant to absolve you of your sins

+++ from an earth humans perspective it looks like dancing, is there something more about it in their eyes?

i am SO sorry if im annoying, religion is one of my big things i love thinking about it

So, Uli's religion is a little different. They don't believe there's a god out there in the sky or whatever. They worship themselves because they believe that everyone is their own god.

These ceremonies are about worshipping their bodies. If you want to convert, you have to renounce other people's perspectives, which gets a little tricky. Ulians aren't known for their empathy. Believe me, that's led to some nasty conflicts.

You can't worship other people, either. That's a huge taboo. It's like telling an Earth Christian that you're a Satanist.

I mean, I guess I can understand it. Everyone creates their own reality, and when you die, well...that reality is gone.

But I don't think I could worship myself. I know that some versions of my dad say they're gods, but they don't believe it. Not in the way that Ulians do.

They're so hard to interact with, too. If they disagree with you, they'll just walk away. Dad, Summer and I don't visit very often.

What do you think? Could you worship yourself? (I know some people who probably could.)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

If you're still looking for more characters to compare/contrast, how about:

- the Dads (obvious sequel to the moms)

- each HC Link with all the other versions of him that you've written

Oooo so many options

I’ll do the Dads for now, and maybe in another post I’ll compare Wilds since I have so many of them lol

Rusl: When under pressure or nervous he tends to be a little chatty, often talking himself or someone else through something. Tends to deal with stress by talking it out and sharing his worries with Uli. Tends to keep his negative emotions hidden unless he’s talking to someone he trusts. Abel: When under pressure or nervous he becomes quiet or snappish. Keeps things to himself, he doesn’t want to share the stress with anyone. He can handle it, thanks.

Rusl: Introvert, can be outgoing Abel: Introvert, pretty shy

Rusl: Isn’t a cook at all. Burns soup. Very appreciative to those who can Abel: Can at least make basic meals

Rusl: Very quiet about his resistance work Abel: Very open about his duty as a knight (at least prior to the calamity, afterward he doesn’t want to attract attention)

Rusl: Would let his daughter play dress up with him and paint his nails and think it’s cute

Abel: Would die inside but would still let his daughter play dress up with him and paint his nails

Rusl: Forgives fairly easily except when it’s his own mistakes Abel: Has a hard time forgiving anyone aside from family

Rusl: Adores his wife and babies Abel: Adores his wife and babies

Rusl: Been on so many wacky adventures that nothing really fazes him, he’ll just roll with it. Very adaptable in general Abel: Has lots of journeys but few that would be considered wacky, the craziest thing in his life prior to the calamity was just raising his rambunctious kids. Gets weirded out easily but also very adaptable. And frankly, after the calamity, really freaking over it

Rusl: Doesn’t trust easily. Will be kind and polite to you but that doesn’t mean he likes you Abel: Doesn’t trust easily. You’ll have a hard time figuring out if he does or doesn’t like you in the beginning because he tends to be neutral

Rusl: If something bad happens to him or because of him (secrets of the shadows) it makes him question himself and be more hesitant about things, sometimes to his own detriment. It took him a while before he could even touch his sword after hurting Link. Abel: If something bad happens to him or because of him (the calamity, blood of the Hero) it makes him more proactive to the point of aggression - he will deal with this and he’s doing it now

[iironwreath]

Neighbour [Ulysses]

Every so often, in their domestic bliss, Ulysses forgot where she and Dicentra lived and why they picked it to recoup in the first place. Port Zoon was a neighbour to Port Damali, and Port Damali was a place of criminality, where the Myriad made up its beating heart and connective tissue. Port Zoon couldn’t escape its influence.

She sat slumped against a damp brick wall, her vision spotty. Two armed men and a woman loomed above her as blocks of shadow against the pale, watery light of the alley. She knuckled at a thin stream of blood escaping her nose and bumping over her lips, her other hand pressed tight against a gash in her stomach. The cut was longer than it was deep, but longer than the length of her palm and fingers; blood squeezed past, straining her shirt and the beds of her nails.

They asked her something about their message being clear—or their employer’s message. She couldn’t make out their individual words over the ringing in her ears, and that was half an answer—no—but the pain painting a glaze over her was the remaining half—yes.

“Loud and clear,” she said, harsh sounds punctuated with wet as she spoke over the blood in her mouth. Remarkably, she masked the fear in her voice. “But if you want me to take a message back to Ellendri, it helps if I don’t bleed out. Can I leave now?”

“Can you even stand?” one of the men asked. 

“One way to find out,” Uly wheezed. 

“We could carry her back,” the woman suggested, ignoring her.

“It won’t go unnoticed if I die,” Ulysses said. She talked half to distract them, half to distract herself. “You have a job, and that job has rules, right? Won’t get paid if you don’t do it right. Why are they wasting money on you guys when they could just put it towards their business?”

“We don’t ask questions, we just accept the job. As far as Ellendri’s competitors are concerned, this is good for business.”

“Then they clearly don’t know Ellendri.”

“That’s not our problem.”

The three conferred in hushed tones, then gave staggered nods. One of the men crouched and reached for her coin pouch on her belt; a little extra or guarantee, depending on what they did next.

A whisper of movement came from behind the other two; someone dropped down from the rooftops.

Dicentra came into focus, glaring at the woman. The silent wings that carried her down were gone; she looked like any ordinary elf with her arms crossed in front of her, but her eyes seared with enough hatred to blind.

The standing two twisted to look at her. “Who the fuck are you?” They glanced around, searching for the opening she must have inserted herself through. “Where did you come from?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Her voice wasn’t even contained malice; it was malice. She continued to stare interminably at the woman. With magic buoying her voice, she gestured at the man on the right with a tiny quirk of her head. “Kill him, would you?”

The woman’s face went slack. She lunged for her target, drawing her sword as she thrust him into the wall beside Ulysses. Uly startled at the jolt, half-collapsing sideways attempting veer away. The third man pounced to his feet, dagger in hand, his stance bewildered but ready.

He jabbed at Dicentra, but she swerved aside. In retaliation, her arm snapped out and a spray of blood flew from his neck. He gurgled and clutched his throat, sinking to his knees, weapon dropping with a sharp, tinny clatter. He rolled onto his side facing Ulysses. Three gashes opened his neck wide, and she watched death creep over him as red pooled into the creases between the cobblestone.

Dicentra’s lower arm had given way to her succubus form, but her usually-elegant fingers were filed into dark, stake-like points. Some of the spray had freckled her right cheek, below her eye. She was bloody and beautiful, looking at ease in the midst of murder. Ulysses breathed hard.

The woman won in the struggle against the wall, sinking her sword into the man’s gut, once, twice. He shoved her off, staggered a half-dozen steps down the alley, then collapsed with a moan.

The woman turned to Dicentra, waiting longingly for her next instructions, haloed with success.

Dicentra smiled tightly. “Thank you.” She leaned in, caressed hair away from the woman’s temple, and brushed the skin with her lips. A gasp erupted from the woman’s throat, life whisking out of her like it had Aldous months ago. She crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. All three, dead. Ulysses, safe.

Dicentra’s arm returned to its regular shape and she fell into a crouch in front of Ulysses, concern replacing her fury. She pulled a thin corked bottle from the back of her dress, tugged the stopper out with her teeth, and tipped its contents into Uly’s mouth, holding her by the jaw. Uly drank gratefully, even at the pungent, herbal taste. Dicentra’s fingers, drenched but now rounded and soft, delicately traced her throat to follow the swallow, leaving thin, vibrant stripes. 

The bleeding stopped, but she was still covered in it, and ached. Her left eye throbbed in time with her heart and continued to swell, further obscuring her vision. She wanted to pass out then and there, adrenaline and shock waning in the presence of her partner. Dicentra plucked her hand off her stomach, checked the wound, then pressed Uly’s hand back into it, hands folded overtop.

“You killed them,” Uly rasped.

“Of course,” Dicentra said. “They hurt you. When your life is endangered, you fight for it, no matter the cost. And if you’re indisposed, I’ll fight for you.”

She shuffled to their side and helped them to their feet, taking most of Uly’s weight. The scent of something spicy and sweet—brown sugar, ginger, honeysuckle—managed to bypass the coppery reek of blood.

“You smell good,” Ulysses said, light-headed.

“Oh, honey.” They hobbled to the exit of the alley. Uly sniffed, and the blood reasserted itself as the dominant scent as it clogged up her nose.

“Should we call for guards?” they asked. Dicentra shook her head.

“It doesn’t look like we defended ourselves.” She glanced back at the corpses. “It looks like a monster killed them, not an elf.”

“They were monsters, too.”

“No,” Dicentra said. “They weren’t.”

Her wings unspooled behind her. She scooped Uly up proper—Uly didn’t resist—and ferried her to the rooftop. Di kept low, swooping over gaps when nobody was on the ground, avoiding the lanterns that dripped from the cascading chains enveloping the city. It was late, even for Port Zoon, so there weren’t many around.

The breeze tousled Uly’s hair, pasting some to the blood on her face and cooling the fire in her wounds, then digging deeper and leading her to shiver with a chill. Dicentra’s hands tightened, clutching them closer to her chest. Uly blinked, and the trip was over.

Di touched down in a different alleyway a block away from The Icy Anvil, and they half-walked, half-stumbled the last gap.

They snuck in through the rear door and ascended to their quarters above the tavern. Dicentra laid her recumbent on her bed and zipped out and in with their small chest of medical supplies, followed by a small wash basin of clear water.

“You’ve been playing doctor for me for months,” she said lightly. “I think it’s my turn.” She bent, flipped open the chest, and removed objects, laying them in a row on a bedside-table. Clean cloth. Bandages. A needle. Thread. Alcohol. Ulysses tried not to tense at what would come, but her body was all stinging bends and joints, so she was tense anyway. She had no energy to spare for getting her body to obey.

“I think our time in Port Zoon is coming to a close,” Di continued, wrapping some ice—when did she get that?—into a cloth and laying it over Uly’s black eye. She placed Ulysses’ hand over to keep it in place, then rolled up the bottom hem of her shirt, careful to make sure it didn’t stick. “We’ve been here long enough to make an impact. We’re starting to make other businesses feel threatened. That’s dangerous.”

“It’s not even our business. We just work here. Ellendri was the one who made the cooled drinks.”

“I know. But wouldn't a charming cellist and beautiful barmaid bring in gold? People aren’t concerned about reaching the top of the ladder fairly.”

Ulysses grunted. “Do you think they were paid to go after you, too?”

“They could’ve tried. It would’ve ended as well as it did for the ones who went after you.”

Di fell into a focused silence. That Dicentra knew how to stitch a wound as someone who healed naturally gave Ulysses pause. It didn’t surprise her that Di would know because humanoid biology fascinated her, but to care enough to put it into practise—it was the final piece she needed to be secure in the knowledge that she wasn’t another dalliance for Dicentra. She wasn’t disposable, or replaceable. Where she went, Di followed, and vice versa. 

“I’m ready to get out of here,” Uly agreed.

[confusedwriter404]

AFTERMATH OF THIS ONE

> [It didn't have the same effect. If it did, then why was he seeing these things?]

> [He had already forgotten about it. He already moved on. That was good. It was a good thing. Now he was a part of another family and he was focusing on his own things.]

> [So why...?]

> [Why was he seeing this again?]

Ma? What's going on...?

Nothing, honey. Don't worry about it. Don't look inside.

[... But why did he choose to do it anyway? He was a child. He was too young to understand why one would do such a thing to themselves.]

[Being an ink creature was never an easy task. They were hard to kill. The only way they could ever die was old age.]

[Until one of them found out how to end their misery. How to end the non-stop pain and fear of being ruthlessly hunted for their silver core and ink.]

[He was dead...]

... Pa?

[BEEP!]

Lola, it hurts...

*Ay'g lihok ug maayo. I might end up missing the skin. *(don't move too much)

W-why do we have to do this?

To protect ourselves from the hunters, apo. You're thirteen now. You have to do everything to protect this family along with your cousins, okay?

... Yes, lola.

[BEEP!]

Sai?!

*Asa naman ka, uy! Uli na ta ba! Makit-an ra ba ta, bantay lang! *(where are you?! let's go home, please! if we get caught, just you wait!)

[He was looking around in the woods, trying to find his brother. He went off to chase a goat he saw and ran for who knows how long. He didn't even know where the way home was at this point.]

Oh, there you are! I was–

[Wait... The hunters. They're right there.]

Oh, no.

[He made sure to stay hidden. He was watching his brother talk to the one in charge. The man was on a four-legged beast, with pitch black eyes and skin that was as brown as the earth. He has never seen such a beautiful creature before, one so beautiful yet dangerous.]

[He thought his brother was just trying to make a truce with the men. One that involved saving his whole family. One where they couldn't be harmed anymore.]

[That was until his brother turned around and pointed to where he was hiding.]

[He only ever cared about saving himself.]

[He barely made it out alive. The rest of the human skin he had was burnt or peeled off. He had to watch them die... He couldn't believe it.]

[Everyone was dead. His brother had joined the hunters to live.]

[He was the last one.]

[He made it to a neighborhood where most of the houses were made of pure concrete and polished wood. The lights were powered with electricity, and the people rode metallic beings with round feet. He decided to live beside a tall house, one where small voices of children could be heard.]

[Whoever lived there must be very happy...]

[He wondered how the rain didn't hit his skin, until he looked up and saw a gray creature wearing a blue cloak, adorned with dozens of ribbons and hair clips. It was holding up a black umbrella, much bigger that it was. It tilted its head slightly and he tilted his head at it back.]

Are you okay?

...

Do you wanna come in?

...

I can tell dad to make you food!

... M'kay.

[The creature helped him stand up, with his mechanical leg broken and in need or repair. It dragged him inside the home, and sat him down on a long chair made of what looked like cotton and clouds, covered with a cloth.]

Dad, I found someone! Can we keep him?

[A man with golden hair looked through the opening that lead to something that looked like a kitchen, making his instincts tell him to melt and go under the chair. He hid there for a while before seeing the man peering through underneath the chair.]

It's okay, come on out.

[He was hesitant before letting out a hand, the creature immediately walking over and dragging him out from under the couch.]

What's your name?

... Connor.

Hello, Connor. Do you want to eat? The rest of my kids are asleep upstairs so you can have as much as you want.

O-okay...

[Maybe he could start over again... Maybe he had a chance to change... To be someone stronger.]

[BEEP!]

[rockhyrax]

Spectacle Radio ep.102 :: 06.22.23 :: I’m Nick Cave, I love you, and I wanna tell you about a girl

Wang Chung - To Live & Die In LA (from To Live & Die In LA, 1985) Gary Newman - Films (from the album Pleasure Principle, 1979) Balaton - Nem sajat nevem (band of Bela Tarr collaborator Mihaly Vig, 1985 recording) Unto Mononen - Satumaa (used in Aki Kaurismaki’s The Match Factory Girl, 1990) Banda Muleka 100 Calcinha - Mato Seco em Chamas (used in Dry Ground Burning, 2022) Legendary K.O. - George Bush Don’t Like Black People (for Miss Me Yet?) Bed: Graeme Revell - music from Hard Target (1997) … From Vadim Kostrov's Loft-Underground (2019) Nick Cave (Road to God Knows Where, Uli M. Schueppel, 1990) Ideal - Red Love (Rosa von Praunheim's Rote Liebe, 1982) Jeanette - Blood of a Poet (Lemebel, Joanna Reposi, 2019) California Girls (Grapesteak, Garden Reflexxx, 2023) Red Love  Alexander Hacke - End Titles from (Nihil or All the Time in the World, Uli M. Schueppel, 1987) Loft-Underground Final Marks (Peter O'Neill & Frank Muhly, 1979) Loft-Underground Nick Cave (Road to God Knows Where) Macy Rodman - Landslide (Grapesteak) Nick Cave - Road to God Knows Where Alaska Orchestra - The Oloid (Grapesteak) … Peter Thomas / theme to The Big Boss (1971) C-Pillos / No te olvidaré (from El Pico, 1983) Nick Cave / Oh Deanna (Tender Prey-era Cave for The Road to God Knows Where) Meatus Murder / El Garfield (c. mid 2000s) from On-Gaku: Our Sound / Kimi no Yokogao (2019) Nadia / music from Blissfully Yours (Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2002) Gyllene Tider / Nar vi tva blir en (used in Fucking Amal) King Stitt / The Ugly One (1969) Bed: Mihaly Vig / music from Satantango … Trabant - Ragaszthatatlan sziv (Eskimo Women Feel Cold, János Xantus, 1984) Jill Fraser - Stanley and Stella in Breaking the Ice Tomislav Babic - Amnesiac on the Beach (Dalibor Barić, 2013) Orson Welles - The Prophecies of Nostradamus Beak> - Kosmik Music (Ben Wheatley comic soundtrack) Nick Cave - The Mercy Seat (Road to God Knows Where) Alaska Orchestra - The Oloid (Grapesteak)

[luimagines]

How would a female hero of courage interact with the chain?

Well- this is certainly a new type of Reader! I know I try to keep Reader as gender neutral as possible so this kinda defeats the purpose... but just once won’t hurt anyone. Consider it done anon!

It'll be in headcanon form. I hope that's ok.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

Twilight

Weak

Drinks his respect women juice every morning like Uli taught him

And Ilia wouldn’t hear any complaints of it as they grew up

Midna made sure he kept up with his routine

And Zelda was the final nail on the coffin

Can’t say no to whatever she requests

Wild teases him a lot

And by teases, I mean secretly complains

“You let her get away it!”

“Yeah Cub, because I know she wouldn’t hesitate to throw me over her shoulder and call it a day. I’m not getting in her way.”

Doesn’t pay too much attention to it

Frankly, care less about that and more about her age

If she’s younger, she’s getting the same treatment as the rest of the youngins

If she’s older, then the more power to her

She can get away with much more

He’s soft

While others may forget, he tries to keep in mind her need for privacy and space from the boys

Especially since she’s the only girl

On her team, 98% of the time

Warrior

Oh no another one

It’s Linkle all over again

Or so he thinks

Protective to a fault, poor guy

But he’s just Like That TM

Reader would gather really quickly it’s because he cares and not because of anything else

He does the same to Wind and Twilight and Legend and even Time

Warrior is used to female fighters so this isn’t anything for him to blink at

Have you seen his game? It’s like three males total- him included, villains not included

How much do you want to bet that Warrior also knows someone from Reader’s adventure?

You know.... for flavor :D

Warrior is quick to make them feel a part of the team and respected

Warrior is the first one to ask for their opinion on matters and Reader always comes up with a point he (and others) were missing

“Thanks Girlie. I knew you were brought with us for a reason. Glad to know that you’re on our side.”

Big Brother Warrior adopts another one. A Saga

Legend

Is not above sacrificing her to do the work so that he can get out of it

Challenges her at nearly every turn

Even more so than Warrior

And it’s not because she’s female

It’s just that it’s activating his sibling behavior with a vengeance and he’s going to make it her problem

Reader found him annoying, pessimistic, dramatic and hard to get along with

It was like cats and dogs

Even if Legend actually likes her

However Reader gets talked down to in public and Legend goes off

Completely tearing the offender to shreds with his words alone- although he’s tempted to do so physically as well

Reader doesn’t think he’s so bad after that

They judge people outfits together, you honor

They are each other’s ride or die

Legend gets to the point where she’s the only one he listens to without question

The Chain try and get her to talk to Legend when they’re trying to prank him

Reader agrees more than half of the time

Hyrule

A bit of a lost cause...

Has no idea how to approach this

Hella awkward- poor guy

Ignores it on principle

Treats her like one of the guys, only be reminded that she’s not a guy

It’s like a slap in the face every time- he tries so hard to just be normal

Give him a break he’s not used to people as it is

At least the people he’s met so far are nice and she’s nice and different from any of them

Doesn’t want to treat her like glass

Doesn’t want to be too overbearing in a group full of guys

Doesn’t want to treat her as an outcast

Doesn’t want to intrude on her personal space

Is he over thinking it? Oh yeah defiantly

Another hero that means well but is in uncharted territory

However, he’s never been afraid of uncharted territory before and this is no different

He’ll figure it out

Just give him some time

Wind

Big sister?

Someone as cool and kick butt as Tetra?

But like him? With the courage and the whole... not being like the others for whatever reason?

Admiration and following like a puppy

He looks up to the older heroes and obviously tries to emulate them

But something about her hits different

And he wants to do the same

It’s a shame he doesn’t know what it is

Wind is going to talk her ear off

(I hope she has the patients for him XD)

As he can see that Reader is older, he wants to ask questions about his sister, like why girls do x? Or y? Or z?

You know, things that they have in common but for the life of him, he doesn’t know why

So he might as well ask right?

Besides, if he asked Aryll, she might give him a half answer or not even know herself

But Reader should know, he trusts Reader’s judgment

Tries to wrestle her

A lot

Loses

Wild

Younger sister?

Hello? My old heart? How have you been?

He’s going to project so much

He means well by the end of the day and frankly it doesn’t matter if this hero is older than him

He has vague memories of a younger sister and it’s going to eat him alliiivvee

Gives her the best portions of food obviously and naturally serves her first

Will want to go horse back riding with her whether she knows how to or not

He can teach her! He can do archery with her! And sword fighting and shield surfing and cooking and and and and-

So long as his weapons and equipment don’t break on him anyway

He’s going to badger her about keeping her hair in decent condition and offering to braid it or brush it or just put it up for her

Who cares if he still has twigs and junk in his hair? That’s not his point

Is he a hypocrite? ... Just a bit

Might show off from time to time by taking wild animals momentarily just so she can pet them

Cut to Wild riding into camp on a bear

“Sissy! Look what I found!”

“Cub! Put him back!” Said literally everyone in the group.

“He’ll go back home on his own soon enough. I gave him honey glazed salmon as a treat. He’s so soft. Come see!”

Four

Well he just found his new best friend

Second to Zelda, of course

Is the one to ask for help with pranking people (mostly Legend) 

Together, they nearly get away with it every time

Does she know blacksmithing? Is that a thing they teach the girls where she’s from?

It’s likely that she doesn’t

Oh well! Four is just going to have to make sure she’s taken care of

Very protective of her

Is going to get in her way multiple times

But in an accidentally on purpose sort of way

He gets stomped on, trampled and run over more times than he wishes to admit

He knows she can take care of herself, she’s just as much of a hero as all of them are

But Four sees her and sees Zelda and he gets this urge to keep her away from danger at all costs

It’s annoying

But they laugh and poke fun and he tries to tackle her for the hell of it and never succeeds

He means well, but that’s a conversation about to happen

It’s somewhere on the horizon

Time

Oh thank god, someone who knows what they’re doing

Do they? 

Who knows. But Time is going to use their ability to wrangle the boys to his advantage because honestly?

It’s like herding cats otherwise

Or cuccos- at least he has experience with that

Doesn’t think too much of it

Also takes to her on the spot

The change of energy is nice but he’s to reassure her when the case may be

Like when the boys are a bit much or when they’re teasing her

Time says near the beginning of the trip that if they bug her too much to tell him and he’ll set them straight

Not to say that she can’t do it herself but honestly- why should she have to?

Clearly she’s been through enough as it is

They both spend quiet time together

May have fallen asleep on each other at some point

Denies it but also has a picture hidden somewhere in his belongs

No one knows who he stole it from because at least three of them have a copy

And yet he never approached them for it

The mysteries add on with The Old Man

Sky

Literally no different

This guy could not care less

Forgets half of the time

It’s not something he would pay attention to

Has to be genuinely reminded at least once

He’s used to being the “mom friend” so if they help out in that regard Sky is going to give them brownie points

Because these boys don’t care about those things and Sky is tired of having to remind people to chew with their mouth closed-

Help him

He can’t do this alone

Has to be prepared for all things all the time

If Reader could just lighten the load a little bit he would be eternally grateful

He would tell her story for years to come

Granted, he was going to talk about his friends anyway but this one takes special precedence

Is the one she vents to without a second thought

If she can help carry his role in the group than he can be there as her support as well

There’s no difference between the lives of heroes

It’s hard on everyone

[bokettochild]

About Legend having insane leg strenght: what if the reason he never brags about that is because he's embarassed about it? He thinks that pulverizing a boulder with a kick is either something everyone can do or too similar to a bunny. One day he and Four get dumped into a monster camp without their items or weapons and Legend takes desperate measures to ensure they don't die: anihilating the entire camp with only his legs. He is unironically and literally capable of killing someone with his /1

This ask references this post btw, so, check it out if you need context!

Honestly, I loved this so much! THANK YOU!!! But I am half asleep, so the cool stuff I saw in my head is being stinky and not comng out. I'm sorry, hope you like my half-asleep drabbl of Legend being weak as shit while simultaneously having the strongest kick out of the whole Chain XD

Legend hates being at Ordon.

It’s not that he hates the people; he’s used to country folk, he was raised around them, heck, his grandparents have the same strong twang in their voices that everyone in Twi’s village does! He loves the fresh air and the sounds of animals and the sight of growing things everywhere he looks.

But he hates looking around and seeing Twilight’s entire village (even the freaking kids!) wander around lifting things that probably equal his entire body weight!

Seriously, Malo (that was the terrifying toddler’s name, right? That’s what Twilight said when he introduced them all, right?) could lift up a small goat with ease, and he was an actual toddler!

What was Uli feeding her children that they turned out this strong? Were all the village women using it? How on earth was every person in all of Ordon fully capable of throwing Legend over their shoulder?

It hadn’t happened yet, but Legend was on guard because it was only so much time before someone figured out it was possible, and it wasn’t as if he could fight them off.

He wasn’t jealous, definitely not. Not even when he saw Twilight carrying a mother goat across the village with an easy stride as he brought the nanny back to her pen. When he buried his face in his arms and sighed it wasn’t because he was remembering how much he had to tug and pull to move a basket of apples, no, it was just because the mere thought of carrying goats for the foreseeable future made him tired. Definitely.

But this strength was just an Ordon thing, right? It was totally just something that was common in Ordon, and Legend took comfort in that as he sat on the front porch of Uli and Rusl’s house and helped with the mending.

Even their blankets were heavy, what the heck?

But then Sky walked past.

And Sky was carrying a barrel, an entire barrel. One that swished and clunked with the sounds of grain filling it, and if the small trail of spilled seed that followed after the hero meant anything, then that thing was full.

Okay, so Skyloftians were strong too, no big deal.

Big deal.

Their entire visit to Ordon, helping to hide away animals and supplies before a local monster band stole them, was spent with Legend trying desperately to not be jealous as he watched everyone from Wind to Time lift and carry things that he couldn’t even knock over if he pushed against them.

It wasn’t even that most of thing things were heavy, it was just... he was weak.

Uli’s gaze when she’d figured out the truth had been surprised, eyes blown wide with shock as she watched as Legend, who’d opted to help indoors since he knew working outside would lead to him being more a burden than an aid, struggled to lift buckets of water to fill the wash basin. Dark brown eyes had followed him as he’s left the bucket outdoors and stomped inside, hissing and wheezing under his breath as he moved his attention to his bag and grabbed one of his power bracelets.

“Hun,” Uli’s soft country twang caught his attention as the woman drew close, concern filling her warm gaze. “Are ya’ feelin’ alright?”

And reputation or no, Legend’s Gran would have his hide on a hitching-post if he even so much as dropped his manners. There was something about country folk that was so inherently polite and welcoming, that even the salty vet couldn’t help but return with the same manners that his Gran had pounded into his head since childhood.

“Yes, ma’am.” Crimson trailed up his neck to blossom across his cheeks and shoot up his ears. He tried to ignore that Uli had a baby on one hip and a bushel of food on the other, breath contained and relaxes as she stood there, no hint of strain in her face or body language. His fingers trailed along the clasp of his power bracelet, shame building inside as he shuffled his feet.

You just can’t walk away when lady’s talking to you, especially if she’s being all polite like and just makin’ sure you’re okay.

“Are you injured?” The farm-wife pressed. “You were huffy something huge with that there bucket.”

And Legend would like nothing more than to sink into the earth as he glances over the full bucket of water that no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t lift. “I’m just not much of a farm-hand is all, ma’am. I’ll be right as rain in a tick, just needed to grab something I forgot.”

And while the look Uli gives him is a bright smile, he knows worry when he sees it peeking out of someone’s gaze. He tries to ignore that, instead turning back to the chores he’d been assigned and trying his hardest to ignore ethe fact that no one else was wearing power bracelets when they all came back for dinner that evening.

He’s not strong. So what? He can lift his sword well enough, and he can do most other things too when he wears the power bracelets.

Yes, he knows that Ravio warned him about not developing muscles if he relied on objects so much, but he’s never had time to work out or build any muscle mass, so when he needs it it’s a bit more important to just get his work done rather than hope he’ll develop it. He’s paying for that, and he knows it, but he can’t really help that he doesn’t have the time or space to really do anything about it.

Oh well, at least the others haven’t caught on.

Warriors hefts a huge rock over his shoulder and throws it, chuckling deep and loud as he smirks at the rancher. “Beat that!”

They’re clearing a road where an avalanche swept through and blocked off the main entrance to a local town. They’ve been at it for hours, and while Legend tries his hardest to be discreet by sticking to things he can actually lift, even if it does require his bracelets, the others have devolved into a contest to see who can throw stuff the furthest.

There’s nothing on the other side of the road except for the edge of a swamp, and even Legend has to admit that it’s ridiculously satisfying to hear each of the heavy stones go ‘plop’ as they land in the marsh.

Twilight smirks at the captain, all his sharp teeth on display as he hefts a rock that’s the size of Wild and easily bigger than half of the rest of the heroes. “Watch and learn, city boy.” Twilight grunts (well at least it took some effort) before throwing the boulder and watching with the rest of them as it soars through the air and lands with a dramatic ‘splosh’ in the middle of the swamp. Cheers erupt from the younger heroes, and a few even drop their own burdens to give a brief round of applause.

Warriors humphs shrewdly, gaze thin as he looks over at Twi, who only cocks a brow in challenge. “Anyone think they can beat that?”

Legend finds his gaze meeting Four’s swirling hazel, and they both quickly look away from the captain, both well aware that the biggest rocks they’ve lifted are maybe the sizes of their heads, and no where near the horrific loads that the taller heroes are tossing left and right.

“I’ll try!” Wild’s eyes are flashing as the kid clambers over the rock slide, eyes darting to and fro until they land on what has to be the biggest, most horrifically sized piece of rubble Legend has ever seen. The Champion beams, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles briefly before taking the stone in both hands and lifting it over his head and throwing it.

The swam erupts in goop and several of their group yelp and have to dark back as smelly water sprinkles the edge of the path. Wild beams down from his perch on top of the pile, hands on his hips as he looks down at them. “Who dares challenge my strength?”

“How about you, Vet?” Warriors nudges him lightly, chuckling with a cocked brow. The man is just teasing, and he doesn’t mean any harm, but Legend finds himself irritated anyways. He doesn’t know what it is about Warriors, but the man gets under his skin entirely too easily.

“No thanks.” He grunts, hefting his own stone (so small in comparison) a bit higher and adjusting his grip as he walks over to the swamp.

Wild scrabbles around above, knocking stones aside and sending them rolling down towards the vet. Legend rolls his eyes, dodging quickly around a few and kicking some of the larger ones in the direction of the swamp.

He smiles to himself at the satisfying ‘plonk’ as each one hits the surface.

Four’s head aches and the next time they see Warriors they’re going to kick him in the shins.

The captain is good at planning, usually, but if his planning means that Four is waking up to stare around a vast room where people in red and black PJ suits are eating bananas because said plan went wrong, then they think they’re a bit justified in wanting to kick the captain.

They’d reach to rub their head, to adjust the headband that’s riding too low and letting their hair all hang in their eyes, but their hands are bound behind them, and they’re left huffing their breath and scrunching their nose in an effort to relive their irritation. Their mind is too wild to shake their head, but they let their eyes wander.

Legend’s violet gaze meets theirs, sharp fury bubbling below the surface as Legend sits across from them, hands bound behind him, a rope leading from his wrists to a hook in the wall that is definitely higher than either of the two of them can reach.

As unkind as it is, they breathe a sigh of relief to know they aren’t alone (even if being four people in one body technically means that they’re never alone as is). It’s...nice, having Legend around. They don’t know what it is, but the taller boy feels safe and that’s something that they, especially Red, fond comfort in.

But the fact that two of them are here means that Wars is getting both his shins kicked, fair is fair.

Legend squeaks in that harsh way he does when he’s angry, a poor and rather adorable attempt at a growl, but apparently, he’s unable to make any sort of guttural noise, so the squeak is the best he can do. “I am going to strangle Wars when we get back. Yiga? Seriously?”

They raise a brow. “Weren’t we fighting moblins?”

“And a Talus. Unless these guys have transformative rings, then someone messed up.” The vet grates out, but before he can try and unravel their situation any more, a masked face is shoved into the vets own, one of the pajama clad banana eater’s apparently trying to leer over the vet, breath strong and rank even behind his mask.

“So! The friends of the hero awake! You will call me Astorah! Leader of the Yiga and supreme priestess to Lord Ganon!”

“I’ll call you annoying and maybe alive if you let us go.” legend drawls, unimpressed. “Seriously lady, get your face of mine or I’ll knock it in.”

They smirk. Legend is as polite and well-mannered as can be around the country villages, but the minute he’s away from thick mountain drawls and country twang, the Vet becomes a sour and salty speaker who’s as likely to threaten you as o smile at you. It would almost be funny if they weren’t being held captive.

Astorah makes an indignant sound, hand shooting out to smack Legend across the face. The vet can’t do anything to stop it, and the blow sends his head swinging to the side, a faint grunt escaping as the self-declared priestess stands to her full height (she’s taller than either of them at any rate) and promptly orders her subordinates to see to it that the prisoners be brought to ‘the mountain’.

“The hero will be looking for his friends,” The pajama clad leader declares excitedly, hands rubbing together like a villain in a bad stage play. “So, let's help him out, shall we?”

The vet and smithy exchange a glance, each somewhat surprised at how... pathetic their opponent seems to be.

“Their screams should do the trick; all heroes listen to cries of help after all.” There’s a mad waver in her voice and the pitching is all wrong.

She’s delusional. Vio whispers, and the rest of them are inclined to agree.

Across from them, legend scowls as another red and black clad weirdo comes to grasp his binds, unhooking them from above as yet another does the same to Four.

Ideally, they would try and escape now, but legend only follows along slowly as Astorah leads them through the endless halls and up step after step, murmuring, laughing and shrieking loudly as she goes, hands fluttering and gestures erratic as Legend’s scowl grows more and more each minute.

It all seems rather pathetic, all thing considered, until another, larger, more intimidating individual stops them, voice harsh as it grates out something in a language neither hero can understand. Astorah protests and shrieks at the figure, but they disregard her and instead turn to the heroes.

“Put them back, screams echo within a cave far better than on a mountain top.”

Four’s stomach sinks. Being outside means being closer to escape, means finding the others easier and kicking Wars for landing the in a battle where two of their own had been captured by the enemy.

Legend seems to be of the same idea, his eyes flashing as he pulls at his bonds, tugging away from the guard holding onto him.

The oddly garbed enemy slaps him again, but Legend doesn’t seem to be affected, only pushing harder and biting towards the next hand that swings his way. Astorah pulls away with a light sob, shrieking when Legend’s teeth keep hold of her hand while the enemies around them erupt into action.

Fours unsure of what happens next, their head is still spinning, and quite honestly, they’re sure Hyrule will declare him concussed when they get back, but he does see blows being thrown Legend's way, blades being drawn as shouts echo around them.

There’s a dark of movement, and one of the enemies falls. Four stares in shock for half of a moment before turning their gaze to Legend, who, for all intents and purposes, looks half feral.

Blood stains the Vet’s bucked teeth and his hair swirls as he spins and ducks beneath blows. His hands are still bound tightly behind him, a rope trailing on the ground as Legend evades contact, yet somehow still manages to down another enemy.

Four would try and help, but their mind is spinning, their brain not yet up to date with what their eyes are seeing, that and they’re still bound themself, their arms are fastened behind them and they’re not even sure how Legend is managing to get blows in.

And the he sees.

The vet’s boot swings up to make contact with one of the jaws of the enemy.

Yiga. Wild had told them about them, the Yiga clan, people out for the hero’s blood. The word only comes to mind now, but they’d had to tune out of the battle for a brief moment to remember it. They’re brought back to it as the sound of an agonized scream breaks through the air, accompanied by the harsh snapping sound that Four knows too well from having broken their own bones.

Legend fights with his hands behind his back, kicking out like an angered horse and injuring any who step near. It’s impressive honestly, watching how blood spurts and bones crumple from the force of the vet’s blows, and all that without having use of his hands.

The Yiga back away, eventually leaving the room entirely as Legend squeaks out an angry Legend sound after them, before turning his attention to Four. Four says nothing, and it appear Legend thinks that that’s okay, because he darts towards the door they had been headed too, leading Four with nervous glances being thrown back over his shoulder every few minutes.

The mountain top they emerge onto is higher than Four expected, and they want nothing more than to snuggle down in the cozy parka Legend once leant him, but they have none of their items, and they’re lucky to even be out in one piece.

It takes a lot of work to climb down a mountain with their hands tied, but their fingers are too cold to make any good of the knots, and they manage in the end to climb down. They’re in the last legs when Four notices what looks like a small group of travelers below, and they can almost hear the singing of the Four Sword from them.

They’d dropped their blade in their battle, the very reason they were caught in the first blade. They’re not happy someone else touched it, but they are glad they didn’t leave it behind.

“Four,” Legend’s voice breaks them from their thoughts, and as they turn to face him, they find that Legend’s face is flushed, ears twitching nervously as he avoids their gaze. “Could you...not tell the others about all that?”

“About what?” They clamber down another stone, Legend still within sight as he trails down beside them.

“The...kicking.” Legend flushes. “I know you guys- most of them anyway- could have it handled better. I just, Wars is bad enough as is, I don’t need him bring up my lack of strength next time he decides he needs ammo to mess with me.” There’s a scowl on the vets features as he hops down and across and small hold in the mountain side. “I get it, I’m weak in comparison, they could probably have beheaded those guys with their bare hands, but mine fingers are shit o a good day and-”

Four doesn’t know if they actually figure something out or randomly spew words, but Legend’s eyes turn to them in surprise when the smithy stares down at him. “You do know most Hylia’s can’t do anything by kicking each other, right? I’m planning on kicking Wars when we get back, and the most it’ll do is bruise him.” Their voice is flat, but they let Viol take over, he always had the best endurance out of them when it came to rocky places anyways. “You kicked a man’s ribs in, Legend.”

And it’s not funny, it really isn’t, but they giggle, watching as Legend flushes before their eyes, and when the others trail up towards them, gazes curious and concerned, Four is laughing hysterically.

It could be the head wound, it could be Legend’s face, but the thought that Legend was able to kick a man's ribs in and hadn’t done so to any of them yet was both surprising and highly relieving for whatever reason, and it’s hilarious listening to Legend try and explain himself as the vet protests and struggles against the fact that apparently Hylian’s don’t usually have enough leg strength to kill people with.

Yes, people died back there. Yes, Four just watched them die. Maybe it’s Shadow’s influence, but Four can’t find that they're overly bothered. They are tired and injured and cold, and if they can laugh about something as ridiculous as Legend’s strange strength imbalance, then Hylia danggit they’re going to!

They never do kick Wars’ shins in, they giggle to hard at the thought that Legend doing so could actually break them, so they topple over before they can lift their feet.

[crazysleepydreams]

TO STEAL A THIEF’S HEART

Summary: Deborah DeVries wasn’t anything special, the only thing special about her was her genus friend Theo that worked for Gruber´s: Constuction & Security! She wasn’t even supposed to go with him to the bowling alley to meet his friends/co-workers, but that did happen and her life turned chaotic from there….. A Die Hard AU. What will change once Hans falls in love: will it end as a fairy tail or will it be doomed from the start?

CHAPTER 3

Hans wasn’t sure how wise his decision to celebrate with his men at a bowling lane was: he had decided that they should celebrate that the east American branch Grubers: Construction & Security was a success, but as the day came closer he dreaded the celebration more and more… He couldn’t even fire the one that had suggested the bowling lane because it had been him and to his surprise his men had just gone with the idea: something he understood from Uli and the likes, but Theo, Karl and Tony should’ve stopped him.

His idea was utter madness and it wasn’t long before the trouble had started: first James had balled out using an urgent family visit as an excuse, then Karl’s friend Leo who would replace James couldn’t get the night off and then the plan hanged on Theo’s capacity in human interaction…. Not the man’s speciality. But surprisingly Theo had a friend, one Hans hadn’t known about at all that had agreed to complete their party.

It was almost the agreed upon time and he slowly saw how everyone reached the bowling alley in various cars and entered the establishment and turned to where he was standing. As usual he nodded at his men and shook hands with them greeting them and for the few females that were in the group he gave them a smile his smile didn’t falter until Theo presented his friend: it was the young woman from the taxi, his brain blanked out momently but thankfully none did notice.

“Pleased to meet you, Herr Gruber.” Said the younger brunet as she held out her hand, it seemed that she hadn’t recognized him.

“The pleasure is all mine Miss…” Hans realized that he hadn’t caught her name while they shook hands.

“Please call me Deborah.” She said with a small nervous smile, it seemed that she hadn’t realized his inattention.

“Only if you’ll call me Hans.” He answered with a confident smile.

“I shall, please excuse me.” Deborah said, turning around with Theo walking toward where Tony and Jessica were who both smiled openly at the girl.

“Jakob is late.” Said Fitz, making Hans turn his attention back toward the group with most of his men.

“I know… we’ll give him five more minutes.” Stated Hans and his men grunted affirmatively, he was as disgruntled with Jakob as the rest of them, but the conversation soon turned to a demolition job they had courtesy of Karl. In no time Theo and Tony joined the group.

“The ladies decided that our company wasn’t needed.” Tony said, shrugging his shoulders.

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Deborah felt uncomfortable as soon as Theo opened the door for her to enter the bowling Alley, but took a deep breath before putting on her customer service smile: she’d be fine. Theo noticed and gave the hand on his arm a small squeeze showing his support as they entered the place Deborah soon noticed that they were headed toward a group of people out of whom she could clearly recognize Karl.

The blond German saw them too and stepped away from his friends to greet them. The man was quick to give her a hug. With him and Theo by her side she felt way better while her friend introduced her to his friends and some co-workers. She just smiled and shook hands with the men and noticed that Karl had merged into the group once again as if he never even left it.

“Deborah let me present you to my boss Johannes Alexander Gruber better known as Hans.” Said Theo introducing her to the last man, he was a tall brunette smartly dressed in denim, a gray polo shirt and shiny shoes. “Hans my man this beauty is my best friend Deborah DeVries.” 

“Pleased to meet you, Herr Gruber.” Deborah said shyly,  extending her hand to the man.

“The pleasure is all mine Miss.” Said the male brunette while they shook hands.

“Please call me Deborah.” She requested with a small smile feeling nervous due to the man’s intense stare.

“Only if you call me Hans.” Answered the German with a smile.

“I shall, please excuse me.” Deborah agreed to call the man Hans, even if she preferred the name Johannes it suited him better, and turned with Theo toward Tony and Jessica away from all the intense stares.

Tony and Jessica smiled as they approached them and Deborah smiled back for the first time that evening. She smiled freely and she felt way better with another woman she knew by her side.

“Hello there.” She greeted the two of them.

“Evening Deborah.” Said Tony with a goofy smile.

“Hi there girl.” Said Jessica. “So Theo has already paraded you around and shown you the wolves?” Joked the raven causing her to laugh and Tony looked indignant.

“Come on Tony, you know that they look intimidating.” Agreed Theo.

“Well that may be true, but come on Dee once you know them they are all big softies.” Explained Tony. “Except Uli, he's a creep.” Muttered the man with spectacles.

“Uli isn’t a creep Tony he’s:… quirky?” Tried to amend Theo.

“You’re too sweet Theodore: Uli is a creep and it would be best if your friend knew it.” Said a female voice behind them, Deborah turned around to see a blond that would fit better at a high end restaurant than at the bowling alley.

“Ah, hello Angelique!” Said Theo looking awkward and Deborah knew that there was a story there somewhere.

“Hello Theodore won’t you present me to your lady friend?” Asked Angelique with an almost predatory smile.

“Sure! Angelique my best friend Deborah, Dee this is Angelique:  Heinrich’s wife.” Explained Theo.

“Pleased.” Said Angelique. “As Theodore said I´m married to Heinrich and I must tell you how happy I am to meet a new face.” Even if Deborah had initially felt a little intimidated by the blond she was soon put at ease when Angelique introduced her sister Mary who had come with her.

Not being the only new girl in the group did relieve her a lot; she didn't even notice when the men left them and was almost happy when she met Lisa: who was Franco's fiance. Jessica who was the only person in the group who knew them all more or less made sure that the conversation stayed on safe topics, Deborah just smiled and nodded mostly only adding her own opinion when asked directly. Not all that long into the conversation about the latest movies or better said the male actors that she offered to get some drinks and Mary jumped on the wagon: it seemed that she wasn´t the only one who needed a break from the lively group.

Okay as I said before: still no beta, but I’ve gotten someone that proof reads it now and that really does wonders to my will to write so THANKYOU: @inflation-of-mind !!!! So if anyone is interesed please contact me.

So please leave a comment a like or a reblog! And there is no beta so until I find one we’ll do it this way: not sure how fast I’ll update I’m a stud so it might vary. Also if You want to read the previouse chapter you’ll be able to find them under the #To Steal A Thiefs Heart