#wild angst

[links-crosses-multiverse]

Title: The Green Cap: A Tale of Heroes

Warning: None

Summary: As night fell over Hyrule, the heroes known as the "Chain" gathered by the campfire, contemplating the green cap that symbolized their shared destiny and the weight of their individual journeys. Amidst their reflections, a shadow of Wild's haunting past threatened to unravel the unity they cherished, revealing that true strength lies not only in courage but in the bonds forged through their shared struggles.

[ginger375]

Merry Chrysler!

Who asked for some holiday-themed Wild angst?

Wild hadn’t expected to fall into a memory.

He hadn’t expected it to be a memory of before his time as Zelda’s personal knight. He hadn’t expected when he woke up that day he would actually remember the face of his father…and his sister.

The ensuing panic attack after he came back to himself had Wild stumbling back to the inn as fast as his wobbly legs could take him, ignoring the calls of his brothers that followed.

It started off as a lovely day in Warriors’ Castle Town. Large fluffy snowflakes danced through the air, leading Hyrule and Wind to try and catch them on his tongue. Lanterns were hanging everywhere, the flickering light casting a warm glow on the snow-covered streets and the people walking them.

It was so much. The lights, the snow, the people laughing and calling out to each other, the faint sound of music coming from somewhere; he hadn’t even realized it was happening until he wasn’t…there anymore.

Upon arriving back at the inn, Wild blew past the woman at the check-in counter, bolted up the stairs and slammed the door to the room he was sharing with Twilight before crawling under the bed. There he curled up in a ball and tried to stop the wails of anguish from escaping his throat.

He was somewhat successful in that last part.

Wild’s mind swirled with the images the memory had granted him; a little girl with the same bright blue eyes and blonde hair he himself had, only with a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She had been twirling around in the falling snow, laughing when the fluffy flakes landed on her nose.

Link! Come play in the snow with me!

He laughed and went to join her outside when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up at the kind face, a full beard and his own eyes smiling at him.

Not so fast, Link! Get your coat on and bring Aryll her hat, can’t have either of you catching cold on Solstice.

Okay, Pa!

Link put on his coat and grabbed Aryll’s hat off the hook by the door before running out into the snow. He could see the glow of the lantern lights that lined the Main Street of Hateno.

Papa, can we go see the lights?

Only if you wait for me!

Aryll laughed and clapped in delight before grabbing her big brother’s hand.

We’re going to see the lights, Link!

He laughed with her, swinging their joined hands back and forth before dragging her hat onto her head with the other. Once Papa joined them, they separated so they could each take one of Papa’s hands to walk across the bridge and down the hill to—

Wild bit down on his knuckle to try and distract his reeling mind. He’d celebrated the last Solstice with Zelda in Hateno, why hadn’t this memory shown up then?!

The creaking of the bed above him pulled him out of his thoughts. A pair of familiar boots were visible at the edge of the bed.

“Hey cub,” Twilight said as he leaned down to get a peek under the bed. “You wanna talk about it?”

He didn’t know if he could even form words right now. At the sob that escaped, Twilight laid down on his stomach at the edge of the bed. The concern on his brother’s face made Wild feel worse.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Twilight reached a hand under the bed for Wild to grasp. “Whatever it was—“

“I remembered my f-family,” Wild choked out. “M-my father and my si-sister…”

Twilight’s eyes went wide before they went glassy with compassion. “Oh cub…”

Wild held Twilight’s outstretched hand in both of his. He felt awful for ruining Twilight’s—and everyone else’s—day, he felt sick that he couldn’t keep himself together, and he grieved for his family that was long dead.

“You just let it out, Link, okay? I’ll be right here,” Twilight’s watery voice breaking through Wild’s sorrow. “For as long as you need.”

It would be hours before he could find the strength to crawl out from under the bed. Twilight had shifted into Wolfie and stretched out of the rug, a silent offer for comfort that Wild gladly accepted.

Wolfie licked the dried tears from his cub’s face, keeping watch while his cub fell into exhausted sleep. No matter what happened, they would get Wild through this.

Together.

[rastro-writes]

I know the common depiction of Wild includes a lot of scars from when he died, and Wild may be self conscious of them, they bother him, he might have nerve damage.

But what if that’s not the case. What if the shrine puts him back together better. What if all the wounds he had from when he died healed perfectly. Not even the hint of scars.

Flesh burned, bones broken or shattered, entire chunks of flesh melted or burned away to nothing. What if it’s all healed perfectly. And Wild has no idea what happened to put him in the shrine.

Imagine he gets his champion tunic. The same tunic he fell in. All fixed up of course. But you can see just a subtle shift in the color hue where the new fabric is. Wild just dismisses it as a quirk of the tunic, until he gets the final memory. Until he sees- he feels- how he fell.

He feels how the tunic is melted into his flesh, pulling and bleeding, he remembers the numb agony of his skin being burned away, the indescribable pain of bone melting under laser fire, shattering, piercing his flesh even deeper. He remembers all of it.

And then he realizes. The tunic. The change of the hue. It’s where the tunic melted into his skin. He rips it off his body, suffocating under the reality that he never knew. He never could have known because the shrine put him back together so well.

He remembers something else. A scar he got fighting a lynel, he thinks, he remembers it from another memory, seeing it on his skin. It’s gone now. Because the skin was burned clean away, and the shrine fixed it. Better than before. How. How could it do that? There was cloth melted into his skin? Is it still there, in his skin, and he just doesn’t know? How can he know what’s he’s been through if even the evidence of his own body lies to him?

The shrine didn’t take just his memories. It took his entire past. The only scars he has are the ones after he woke up.

Wild sits there, in the field, the tunic he fought and fell in discarded, barely a scar in sight, and screams.

[capricorn-the-goat]

Some more Wild angst (because this fan base loves it)

(Partially based on an idea I heard in @minty-mumbles story)

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Wild grimaced as he stepped foot inside the shop with the rest of the chain. He always hated these scent shops. He enjoyed the individual smells, but when combined it was far less appealing. That and bad experiences deterred him from these places. He knew this one was from a different Hyrule, but it still reminded him of the one from his own.

Twilight seemed to notice the champion’s shifting and nervousness, and silently hinted at the rest of the group to get moving. Wild appreciated this; being in these types of environments were still painful for him.

Zelda had taken Wild to one of these shops that she had found a couple months after they defeated the calamity. It was an old shop in hateno, one from even before the calamity. They specialized in medicinal and recreational scents and candles. She had wanted Wild to try using a specific one, one that supposedly helped with memory loss. He didn’t expect it to work. He still wasn’t sure if he could say it worked, because while it did bring back memories, it didn’t have the desired outcome.

First, the shop worker placed Wild in a small pool of water a few inches high, enough to cover his ears but not his face. The shop owner then put a mask over Wild’s eyes so he couldn’t see, and they lit the candles. It took a second, but soon Wild fell asleep.

The thing about the shrine of resurrection is that it only repairs and replaces parts of your body that were damaged or destroyed. For someone who got an arrow or stab to the heart and was brought in quickly, they might lose their recent memory. For someone who had been dead for several hours, they might lose some memories but they would be fine overall. For someone like Wild, who apparently suffered severe brain damage and severe injuries during the calamity and had been on the verge of death for hours, his complete memory loss wasn’t unexpected. Most of his memories were gone; they could never be replaced or brought back like his body could. So the only memories to be resurfaced by these candles would be ones after he recovered from his injuries.

Wild had always wondered if he was conscious during his recovery, but now he knew. The memories that resurfaced were ones of him kicking and screaming, clawing and tearing at the walls of the shrine until his fingers bled. He wondered if that had prolonged his stay in the shrine. He remembered crying, screaming, literally going insane from the solitude. He could feel his memories of his loved ones being ripped away one by one- first his friends, then the champions, then his family, and then Zelda. He kicked and screamed and cried because he felt alone. Eventually he stopped feeling, his mind finally broken, but he still cried and sobbed. He was alone. And then his memories were buried, and he didn’t remember anything when he exited the machine. A trauma response or a gift from the shrine? He had no idea.

As soon as Wild woke up he was kicking and screaming, shrieking and panicking. He had ripped off the eye mask, torn away the locks and bolts that were supposed to hold him down with sheer force of panic. Zelda had run over to him. He had heard the running as she went to calm him down. It sounded so much like that of an enemy. So, instinctively, Wild reacted like she was. He threw her over his shoulder, sending her flying into the wall, which broke from the force. Wild had drawn a sword from its sheath and was holding it dangerously close to her throat when he regained his senses.

“Link?”

He suddenly saw it was Zelda, and stumbled back, falling and as uttering away as his breath was sharp. He was having a panic attack. He looked around, and saw the villagers staring at him in shock. Luckily, Wild had been wearing the sheikah mask to hide his own identity, which thankfully worked. Wild didn’t know what to do. He was frozen in time, and movement seemed impossible. He couldn’t explain nor argue or defend himself. He was a random person who had just thrown the Princess through a wall.

Wild could only run. He didn’t even think or feel or process, he could only panic. His breathing was panicked, erratic, but he was able to keep running. He kept running into the night, crossed hyrule field, climbed the walls of the great plateau in the moonlight, and ran to the shrine of resurrection, where he sat and cried.

It took Zelda a few hours to find him. He later learned that she had placed a tracker in his Slate, hoping it would come in handy. Carefully, she set him against some pillows and bedding, and simply sat with him, holding him and hugging him as he tried (and failed) to forget all of it all over again. He had tried to apologize, but couldn’t get the words out. Somehow he knew that Zelda didn’t care or understood or something that made her forgive him when he didn’t deserve it.

“I’m sorry” was the only thing Zelda would say. She sounded guilty. It wasn’t her fault.

yet Wild hadn’t had the energy to try.

Twilight (in his wolf form) had found them a few hours later. Even after his journey, the hero of Twilight still assisted him. And he simply sat guard and watched the door. That simple gesture, that simple understanding and protection awarded Twilight lifelong trust that wouldn’t go away even if twilight himself stabbed Wid. And when Wild woke up, he didn’t immediately remember his torture.

So, needless to say, Wild didn’t like the scent shops.

[lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day]

Fic Recommendation of the Day!

By DreadSpark

Summary:

After Wild recklessly rushes into a fight and takes a major injury, the others are left wondering just what in Hylia's name this kid is thinking. Time is left wishing for some sort of divine insight... ...but if this is Hylia's idea of a joke, then none of the Chain are laughing. Alt: The Chain get to sit down and experience Wild's Captured Memories from Breath of the Wild. It goes about as well as can be expected. Current plan is just to follow the BotW Captured Memories for now, but may expand into original content if I can come up with anything.

Tags:

Flora/Wild, Link/Zelda

Angst

Past Violence

Wild Angst

Major Character Death is past Wild

Panic Attacks

Word Count: 23,797

Finished: No

[uni-writes-things]

Whumptober Day 4: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing| “What happened to me?”

The chain had been travelling for awhile, fighting monsters non-stop, and had just taken a well-deserved break at an inn in the champion’s Hyrule. Some of them were napping, utterly exhausted, and injured. While others were going around town and buying supplies, or simply exploring. Wild had stayed behind at the inn, relaxing on one of the beds, arms tired. The cook had done a lot of archery during the many battles fought. He had lit a candle, one that was scented to smell like what Flora called ‘Vanilla’ which the cook did not know was a thing. He took a deep breath and sniffed the good-smelling air, pleasantly surprised by the amazing smell. Flora had such good taste, he thought. He recalled the exact moment.

-/-

They were out in a field, the sun shining bright and Flora was examining the plant life and insects, desiring to find out more about the world that she lived in. “Oh look, Link! Is that…” She had called, searching the blades of grass for whatever she had set her eyes on.

Wild had made a noise of acknowledgement, waiting patiently for the researcher to find the thing.

“Ah, I was mistaken.” Flora sighed sadly.

“What did you see?” Wild had asked, curious.

“Well I thought I saw a vanilla plant, but it was just a flower. I seem to have lost the image of it.” Flora mused.

“Vanilla? What is that?” Wild tilted his head, genuinely confused.

“Link you…sorry. It’s a plant that was often used in baking and more, but it had only grown before the Calamity. It had died out during the time the Calamity rampaged, but at that point no one was concerned for the little plants. According to Purah, everybody sort of forgot that vanilla had existed, it had been scratched from all the recipes somehow. Hylians today, have created candles with the scent of vanilla. Or what researchers think it to be. See, they have only been able to replicate what the books say about the smell but a lot of books had been damaged. So of course there are probably some errors in the smell, but I still think it is incredible that our generation has been able to even create such a wonderful smell through reading a book. Even if it may not be accurate, it still smells great. I want to accomplish something as great as this in the future Link, and with the help of Purah and her spectacular research team, we might be able to create more advanced technology. Isn’t that just wonderful?” Flora explained, grinning.

Wild had simply nodded, fascinated with the ramblings she had just shared. “The question is, how much could we accomplish in the future with more technology? What could we possibly do?” He added on.

“Exactly! I hope to work on this after all the rebuilding is finished. Which will be years, but maybe I’ll have learned many more things by then.” Flora beamed.

-/-

The champion sighed. At the time he hadn’t imagined he would be going on another adventure. Oh how wrong he was. Wild took a deep breath, the vanilla smell still enveloping him. If it was even vanilla, he reminded himself. Something came over him, and he thought over what Flora had said.

“It had died out during the time the Calamity rampaged, but at that point no one was concerned for the little plants.”

And then guilt came. For reasons, Wild didn’t know. Maybe it was the reminder his brain had just given him that he had failed. Maybe it was the fact that whenever he felt guilt over something, it stuck to him, its grip never failing to keep him. Even a sliver of guilt could drag him down into a deep abyss, the champion inevitably doomed to the endless thoughts about his past failures.

The cook couldn’t help but wonder what other plants and possibly animals had been erased because of the Calamity. The Calamity he had let run free across Hyrule. Wild’s thoughts trailed to the many families lost because of him.

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“If you don’t train hard enough, the Calamity will succeed in destroying the land. I imagine you don’t want that. Your family will be the first ones fed to the beast if you fail.”

Link nodded stiffly.

“And that is becoming more of a likelihood considering your presentation in battle. Your efforts have been in vain recently, and I will not stand for it young man.” The captain grabbed Link by the collar, glaring at him threateningly.

Link didn’t dare struggle, if he did, he could anger the captain more. Instead he hung in the captain’s grasp, staring straight into those emerald eyes.

“You have a week to get yourself together. I am to present your progress to the King soon, and I cannot be disgraced by the supposed hero. Remember what is at stake if you fail to meet the expectations of those around you. You will train every hour at the day, with little rest and you will only be served food if you do well enough during training. Am I clear?”

Link nodded once more, face stubbornly impassive, but tears pricking at his eyes.

“Good. Now go young man, and show me what you’ve got.” The captain hissed, and threw Link to the ground.

Link pulled out his sword and braced himself for the torture that was about to come. _______

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Link parried each blast with determination, standing in front of the princess. She had never been that kind, but Link could not fail his kingdom. There was his loved ones depending on him. The red guardians, that were once peaceful, shot blast after blast at the two Hylians. “I can’t believe they’ve turned against us.” Zelda announced, voice wavering as the situation unfolded.

One more blast threw him off to the side causing the hero to spit dirt out of his mouth, injured. “LINK?” Zelda cried out.

Link got up anyway and pulled out the sacred Master Sword, ready to risk everything. Suddenly, it wasn’t about his duty. Suddenly it was about Zelda, and her frantic face and ruined dress. Giving a battle cry he slashed at the guardian, until he felt something pierce his chest. Gasping for air he stumbled to his knees, watching as many more guardians crawled around. “Link, save yourself! Go! I’ll be fine don’t worry about me.” Zelda promised, laying her hands on his shoulders.

“Run!”

But Link refused to leave her. He would be a coward, and a liar if he did. So instead he stood up, stumbling back at the overwhelming pain it caused him, but managed to stay upright. A guardian, its blue eye piercing through him, began to aim at Link, a red dot pointed at his head. Link supposed if this was how he was going to die, at least he was protecting the princess.

“NO!”

Zelda.

Link had witnessed a golden light envelop everything, a soothing feeling sinking into his bones. Everything felt so heavy as he dropped to the ground, feeling numb. His vision was drifting, the last thing he saw that fateful day was Zelda’s shocked and tear-stricken face before everything went to black.

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Back at the present time Wild had crashed to the ground, the memories slamming into him.

What was that first memory?

When was this?

Who was his captain?

Why was he training?

Why had he let that jerk of a captain boss him around?

What was at stake exactly?

The cook let out a shaky sob, the last memory also replaying in his head. It had been so long since he had that memory. He had finally escaped that horrible image, until now.

“Wild, there’s—…Wild?”

Said Hylian looked up to see the one and only Twilight, standing over him, concern clear in his eyes.

“Yeah?” Wild responded. Even that sounded weak. “Are you okay?” Twilight asked.

“M’fine…” Wild muttered.

“Cub, don’t lie to me please. What happened?” Twilight requested.

Wild looked up to his mentor, and softened.

“I got a memory again…” He admitted.

“Oh? Was this one like the others?” Twilight questioned, taking a seat next to the champion.

“No, it had more meaning. And I got the memory of my death again too…I don’t know why…” Wild broke off, stifling another sob.

Twilight wrapped his arms around the champion. “I’m sorry. Let it all out Link.”

Wild let out a few weak breaths before breaking down.

Twilight had just accepted it, letting tears soak his tunic, and cries fill his ears.

Wild didn’t know why the rancher had allowed it, but he kept on crying despite the shame he was feeling.

What had happened to him?

[eydilily]

i'll tell you what, its really cute

[onomatapeanut]

Stranger

/strayn-jr/

noun. A person whom one does not know or with whom one is not familiar.

[pawthko]

always just beyond my reach

[gumzau]

The recent episode of wild life BROKE ME

I’m so sad that Mumbo’s out first but at least it’s not Jimmy this time 😭 (He will be next)

[clowns0up-felix]

Tw blood, injury

wdym we’re both blond trans AND haunted by the trauma of our past ?!?!?!?!?!

Would a dtiys be appropriate for celebrating 2k ? Bc I feel like it’s a small number for one? I dunnoooo (we’re not there yet anyway, but we’ll probably hit it this week maybe)

[promisingyounglady]

accident. | JP x Reader

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader

SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? you’re going to have prove that one was an accident to him.

WC: 3.6k

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read you’ll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so here’s slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst

A headache ensues in Javier’s mind.

He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.

Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.

Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that should’ve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.

He’s getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.

Maybe that’s why they shoved the paperwork in the old man’s hands.

Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.

“Javier,” a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. “You’ve got a call”

“From who” he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.

“It’s your wife,” The secretary states. “she’s asking what you want for dinner.”

Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.

Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.

“Yeah, Sherry, it’s fine if he’s busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinner’ll be late tonight, at around 10.” you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.

She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.

“Peña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks left” Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.

“my wife.” Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.

“It’s raining outside, you’re gonna get drenched” the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.

Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.

Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.

“Fucking hell.”

_

You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.

Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.

Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.

“A girl like yourself shouldn’t be alone in the rain, mija” she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.

Javier was supposed to pick you up too.

But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself

You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.

Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.

What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.

You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.

You're curious to see the look on Javier’s face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldn’t even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.

You definitely weren’t trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.

—

Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. That’s thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldn’t be sleeping outside tonight.

When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, he’s instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.

Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.

The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasn’t his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.

Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. “You, uh, left your coat on the floor.”

Thwack.

An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.

“Hermosa, I am so sorry.“ Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.

Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.

“There’s no excuse baby, I wasn’t keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.” he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.

Thwack. Thwack.

The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. You’re not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.

“Qué te ha hecho ese pobre pollo”

You don’t reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.

Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.

He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . “Querida, I’ll help with the pot-”

The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.

You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.

“Y’know what Javier?” You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.

“Fuck you” you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. “fuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javier”

“Mi-”

“I had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.” you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.

Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.

You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. “You always do this!” you exclaim, voice rising.

“Leaving your wife and family second while you think it’s cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.” You mutter, glaring at your husband.

“I didn’t want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. I’ve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on us” he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.

You scoff, shaking your head. “So even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.”

Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.

You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. “Who the fuck in Bogotá is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?”

The words pierce through Javier’s heart.

Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. “Oh, I bet it’s the fact that you’re too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work aren’t you? What, Murphy said he can’t do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?” You spit.

“Hey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.

A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wife’s childish behavior.

“Go fuck yourself, Peña” you say menacingly.

“We don’t throw food in this house, mama” he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.

A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.

Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.

“Dont you fucking call me that!” you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.

“Querida!” Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.

You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before you’re throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.

You didn’t want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasn’t the first time he did something like this.

But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.

Now it was your turn to fuck things up.

Javier’s lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.

Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldn’t have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.

You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.

You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.

“Javi… I-I’m so sorry” you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.

Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.

“Come here.” he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.

That wasn’t what scared you.

What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.

“Javi, I’ll go get the-“

“Come. Here.” Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.

You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. “It was an accident!” You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.

“Honey.” he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.

Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javier’s limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.

You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.

”It was an accident, I’m sorry, I was just so angry!” You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.

Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.

“Some accidents need to be punished, baby” he muttered darkly.

You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javi’s menacing look. He didn’t mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.

He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.

“What did I say about being fucking mean?” He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.

“Carino,” a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javier’s face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.

“Answer me, mama”

A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.

”Being mean gets me punished” you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. “I’m sorry, Javier” you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.

Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if he’ll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.

“So you do know how to be nice?” He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. “Javier!” You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.

Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.

“Listen carefully, querida” he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?” When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. “Answer me.” He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.

You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.

”Yes, Javier” you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.

”Good. And once I’m done fucking my pretty wife, you’re gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?”

You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.

“Yes, Javier” you repeated.

He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. “Thank you, mama” he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.

It’s delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though you’re on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.

You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.

“Javi…” you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.

“I know mama, you’re doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so well” he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.

You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.

“You’re so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?” he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javier’s marks would be on you tomorrow morning.

“I know” you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.

“You’re so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?” you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.

“I know.” He says back gruffly.

Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.

“Merida”

You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.

”I’m gonna” you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.

Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. “Cum on my cock, baby, you know what to do” he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.

You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.

Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.

“Can you get these off me, please?” you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.

Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.

You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.

It’s all so sudden but before you two realize it, you’re latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Hermosa,” he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.

Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.

“Lo siento, hermosa” he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. “Me too.” You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you off?” you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.

He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.

He growls, nipping your ear. “Behave” he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.

“Who picked you up today then if I didn’t come?” Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.

You smile, knowing that you can’t always listen to Javier’s warnings. “Just some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number y’know” you grinned.

Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. “Unless you’re gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourself” he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. “I’m just messing with you” you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. “He was old. A grandpapi” you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.

You press a hand against Javier’s chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.

“I missed you.” he mutters, feeling you up.

You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.“Me too.”

You look up, apologizing to him. “Sorry for almost stabbing you with that knife”

You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. “It was an accident” you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.

You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how you’ll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.

Fuck it, he thinks. He’d let you kill him anyday.

[rastro-writes]

Take Your Hand

Linkshipping week day 1: Hands

Twilight noticed something with Wild since they met again during Wild’s second adventure. He had been through the metaphorical ringer, and at least partly the literal one.

Twilight was bothered by Wild’s new arm, in only that he’s worried how much it had hurt, or still hurts. It takes him far too long to realize Wild won’t hold his hand with his zonai arm.

Twilight pulls Wild along with him by his left arm, away from the others, just to talk with him about it. Wild comes along, smiling giddily.

“Wild, what’s the matter?” Wild’s grin falls.

He thought we’d be kissing, oh how much I want to, but this needs to be said.

“Nothing is the matter? Everything is as fine as it can be.” Wild muttered, a bit melancholic.

Twilight tried to grab Wild’s hands to hold both of his hand in his, but as soon as he grabbed Wild’s right hand, he jerked it back, and hid it behind him.

“Wild. Love, please tell me what’s wrong. I know it bothers you, and I want to help!” Twilight begged his boyfriend.

“It’s- it isn’t me, it doesn’t feel like me.” He whispered.

“Your arm?”

“His arm. Rauru’s. It doesn’t- it doesn’t feel like it’s mine, and that doesn’t bother me for almost anything, like it’s a memory of a touch and not right there. But…-“

“But?”

“But when you hold my hand, I love it so much, I get excited twirls in my stomach, and I get warm feelings in my chest. But when it’s with his hand” Wild brings the borrowed hand to Twilight's face, as if to caress his cheek, but not quite touching.

“It’s so far off, it feels lonely, like the days before my second adventure where I’d just lay in bad, missing you, and everyone else. Remembering the feel of your hand in mine, the feel of your lips, wishing you’d be there with me so much, it hurt to open my eyes and for you to not be there.”

“Wild….” Twilight had no idea he was hurting that much. Sure their time apart was only weeks for him, but months for Wild. Even those few weeks he was a mess, borderline nonfunctional. He can’t imagine months of that. Torture. He pulled Wild into a tight hug, reassuring him.

“I’m here now. I’ll hold your hand, and give you kisses, and when you open your eyes, I’ll be there. And when I hold your hand,” Twilight grabbed Wild’s new arm, “and I do mean your hand, you won’t have to be afraid of feeling far off, because I’ll be right next to you. Because I love you, and I’m never letting us be separated again. Okay?”

Wild pulled him back in, crying quietly into his shoulder. Twilight whispered sweet nothings into his hair, rubbing his back as he cried.

They sat like that for hours, connected by their love, a hug, and their hands clasped together.

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[sylvikain]

how hungry do you have to be to eat your only weapon?

[sheikfangirl]

Blade Runner 2049 redraw with a angsty Zelink twist, dedicated to @rottencandyapp1es! She also drew her take on that iconic scene, check it out if you haven't already! 🔥

I am obsessed with the idea of toxic Puppet Zelink haunting and torturing Link all the time😭 HDGDNGDHS !!!!! Like....REALLY OBSSESSED!

[iamrizaka]

Can't get over how Gem calls Grian horrible for killing Jimmy and Lizzie, while looking exactly like him.