#CAN I SEE IT FOR MYSLEF

[pip3dream]

DESPERATELY need to see Jeremy play in tsc3 i need his pov, i need Jeans pov, i need Laila’s pov i need the refs pov i NEED to see how Jeremy plays

[linipik]

Jason Grace from the old sketchbook for @somewhereincairparavel. Thank you, really.

I always thought he was one of the fandom sweethearts bc he has always been one of my faves.

[divinationdraws]

"What have you done to me?"

"I have done you evil, and I cannot undo it"

-Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

[catharinatudor]

I need a Doctor who/Epic edit!

Scenes of the Doctor with "Just a man"!

It fits too well!

[titansarmy]

the issue with pjo/rrverse will always be that a problem was established in series #1 and technically resolved by the end of that series but then u start series #2 and the original problem still needs more fixing but you’re never told exactly what needs fixing and there’s no concrete goal. the story is going but you kinda don’t know where it’s going.

[mint-is-here]

lego characters have made me question my sexuality more times than i wish it was possible

[starzwithapen]

To make the timeline of events + ages line up for our trollsonas IM THE OLDER SIBLING TO MY ALTER THIS TIME . I WIN !!!

[mei-yoi]

active era???

[devcica]

This is so sweet and funny and I'm just melting here 💕.

Little first date

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: Johnny take his bonnie out for their first date, also meet the people who are important to his life.

Warning :T-M rating. All round fluff. talk of moments of insecurity.

Part 8 of Little Bear series

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Should you? Or should you not? 

Picking up and putting down the piece of napkin in front of you, you keep changing your mind.

Gosh, why am I so indecisive?? Surely there is nothing to lose here. 

Other than my own pride.

You let out a desperate moan as you buried your face into the pillow. Thinking back to the night you met the Mohawk…. John MacTavish;

“No pressure bonnie.” as he grabs one of the napkins and asks for a pen from the bartender, he quickly scribbles down some numbers and a little doodle of bar of soap beside it and pushes it towards you. “Here’s my number, text me or ring me when you are ready. I’ll leave it in your hand.” 

He seems nice enough. Great sense of humour, handsome ( even with a strange mohawk. Is he trying to imitate Mr T? You wondered.) and those strong arm muscles… the slight chest hair that was peeking through the gap of his shirt when you spotted his dog tag…..

Ah stuff this. Why not? You always think you need to step out of your comfort zone. And this is another great chance to do it, isn’t it?

Making up your mind, you carefully thinking up of what to say, texted him and pressed send before your nerve got the better of you. 

You nearly jumped out of the skin when your phone went off not even a minute later after sending the text, you scramble forward to try to pick it up, nearly dropping it in the process.

“Heeellllo??” cursing yourself as your voice squeaked with nerve, you cough a bit and tried again, “Hello??”

A cheerful voice calls out your name, “I've been waiting for you!” Johnny chuckled, “So..you still keen to go out on a date with me?” 

“Um. Sure. I think so? If, if you are up for it??” you replied with uncertainty. 

And this is how you ended up at the pub, thirty minutes earlier than the agreed time, fretting all day over what you were going to wear, make up or not, should you walk? Should you call for a taxi, what should you order for food, what to talk about so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself?

This is all new to you. Never has someone asked you out before. Nor flirt with you. 

You have never gone on a date before.

“You alright there bonnie? I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” steadying you with his strong arm, he greets you with his flashing smile. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way,” he added softly. 

You felt a light tap on your shoulder, dragging you out from your little swirl of panic whirlpool. Turning your head over your shoulder, there you see Johnny, dressed in tight fitting jeans, simple dress shirt and dark leather jacket. 

You feel your cheek burning hot, can this guy get any more handsome?  You stood up from your stool clumsily, nearly tripping over in the process, if his reflex wasn’t quick enough to catch you. 

He waved his hands dismissively, “They are getting here a little bit later, citing not wanting to disturb our date.” Pull out the stool slightly and urge you to sit down again, “ We can worry about them later. So, what would you like to drink? Food? Any preferences?”

“You. you look. Um, very nice too.” Oh, why are you so tongue tied? Wrangling your hands together,  you quietly replied, “No, I didn’t wait too long. So, Um. Where are the others?” You half wished his friends and sister would arrive soon, so you wouldn’t have to face him alone, but the other side of you is nervous to meet a new hoard of people all in one go , and wanting to spend a bit of time with him. Ah, that conflict of mind and emotion.

Sensing your nervousness, he gently eases you into conversation by asking simple questions about yourself, hanging onto every word you say, like each of them with great importance, asking all the right questions when you mention anything that he doesn’t quite understand. 

He only started talking about himself after you are slightly relaxed enough to ask what he does during time off, his hobby ( you found out he is a huge football fan, even played as a goalkeeper in local clubs for a while until work got too busy.) his family, his younger sister Mini, who he speaks fondly of and the all sort of mischiefs they get up to when they were younger. 

You nearly choked on your beer as you laughed with all the stories. “Sounds like you two had quite an adventurous and happy childhood.” 

“Funny enough, I was the wild one when we were younger, and she was the one who had me on a leash, now it’s the total opposite.”  he chuckled. Taking a sip of the beer, you see a twinkle in his eyes, “My parents would have to rebuild the barn countless times if it wasn’t for her stopping me setting it on fire.” putting his glass down, he stares at you softly with his steel-blue eyes, “You have a beautiful laugh, bonnie. Has anyone ever told you that?”

For the second time tonight, you think your face is going to combust with all the heat creeping up towards it. Looking down at your plate of dessert, pushing the chocolate fudge around with your fork, trying to think of a reply.

Before you can come up with something, you saw a hand slapping of Johnny’s back, making him spill his drink.

“Hello! You must be the unlucky lady that has to put up with this man here, " Johnny growled as you chuckle nervously, "Kyle Garrick, but you can call me Gaz.” Holding out his hand to shake after you introduced yourself, he smirked as he point towards your date,

A dark skinned man with a wide smile appeared.

“Oy Gaz! Watch it!!” Johnny complained, but there’s a playful smile on his face. He stood up and gave the man, Gaz, a quick hug, before turning back towards you.

“You know how excited he was when he got your text and after he got off the phone with you? He was practically dancing around the office and shouting for joy. Price, our captain, had to ask Simon to restrain him.” 

“Shut ..shut up Gaz, don’t give all my secrets away…. “ Stuttering and going a bit shy, Johnny elbowed Gaz in the stomach. 

“Well, he was telling the truth.” Another voice, deep and husky, piped up. Followed by a woman’s light giggle. 

“Where is Captain?” Johnny asked. Gaz shook his head, “He had to go home. He sent his apology to you and your lovely date, saying he would meet you next time.” 

“Hi, I’m this bampot’s sister, everyone calls me Mini.” her broad smile reminds you of Johnny’s own, you can really see the family resemblance there.

The Man right beside her, who seems to have a permanent frown plastered between his brows and a black surgical mask on, quietly introduced himself as Simon was a complete opposite to the rest of the group. This must be Ghost, who Johnny previously mentioned before. He doesn’t seem like the type of person that cracks jokes? You wondered. 

Oh, there’s next time again. Everyone seems to be so confident there will be a next time!

As the evening draws to a close, you bid goodbye to the group and with promises of future meet ups, Johnny offers to walk you home. 

The rest of the evening was spent in good company. They welcome you with open arms, Gaz and Mini taking turns to spill Johnny’s secrets and embarrassing stories. Simon even cracked a joke in between.

“That means he likes you.” Johnny whispered in your ear. “He doesn’t usually talk at all in front of strangers.

Even though it’s already springtime, there was still a bit of a bite to the evening breeze. You shivered as the wind started to pick up. 

Suddenly you see a hand in front of you, you look up, Johnny offers you his hand, silently asking with his eyes. You hesitated for a split second extending your hand, with him gently wrapping it with his large, callous but warm hand. He shifted his body slightly, blocking the wind out for you. 

Two of you slowly stroll towards your flat in comfortable silence.

“Thank you for the lovely evening.” looking up at him, as two of you came to a stop in front of your place. You feel a slight emptiness in your heart, as you realise the date has come to an end. Johnny still holding your hands in his, caressing the knuckles softly with his thumbs.

“Can I kiss you, bonnie?” he whispered softly, asking for permission. 

You only snapped back into sense after he slowly broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. Sliding your hand down towards his chest, feeling his thumping heart.

You nodded your head shyly, body trembling slightly with anticipation. Bringing his hands up, he gently cups your face with his hands, leaning down, his lips hovering over yours for a few seconds, before closing the gap.

Oh, how you feel your body is going to melt into a puddle. Eyes fluttering to a close, your arms come up around his neck, pulling him down further, trying to make your body closer to his as much as possible.

“.. That was my first kiss…. “ you softly blurted out, making a confession. You don’t want this moment to end. Never have you felt such an overwhelming sense of emotion towards anyone else. Is this what falling in love feels like?

Feeling his arm around you, tightening his embrace, he took in a shaky breath before speaking.

“Well, I am very honoured to be your first.” he whispered softly into your ear. “And I hope this will be one of the many firsts that is yet to come.”

You knew you were a goner right there and then.

A/N: This actually went out a little bit longer than expected. oops. Word vomited too much sorry. was half watching Woman world cup final and half writing.

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

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[gay-dorito-dust]

For Clark fluff maybe his reaction to calling him your husband? Maybe you're introducing him to people or something. Like the tiktok trend where they call their boyfriend their husbands and it's just Clark geeking out and being incredibly flustered.

'Oh Clark? you mean my husband.' Clark heard from across the room without having to try, his ears just nautrally perk up and hone in on the sound of your voice no matter the distance bewteen the two of you, it was only natural for him to focus his attention on you that it had become second nature to him.

So hearing you call him your husband almost had the poor man combusting out of happiness, then again his Ma and Pa would've proably wanted to know how fast your relationship was developing first, having considered you apart of the family; especially given how often Clark would go on tangents about you and the fifty ways you look effortlessly beautiful even in his shirt, his shorts underneath and looking as though your face was stuck in a cute perpetual pout.

Clark tries to act as though he was completely fine with this, but he wasn't very good at hidding the expression of a lovesick man who had been bestowed the most sought after title one could recieve, your husband. His smile wouldn't go away and he felt as though he was lighter on his feet, his heart singing, his whole body ablaze with what he could only describe as euphoria and content of being called your husband. If anything the way you said it was trapped within his head forever now for him to have on repeat until his face was splitting from the force of his smile.

It brought him a weird sence of clarity, like it was a glimpse into a reality he had yet to get to and he hopes that he'd get there sooner rather then later, making him all the more eager to hear you call him it more often but only if you wanted to, he would never force you to do anything you didn't like unless you voiced to him that you didn't mind at all. He could feel his cheeks become warm, knowing that they were probably red enough to put cherries to shame, Clark felt as though he had just experienced a whole body reaction in that moment and was struggling between whether he should exclaim his excitment; or keep whatever composure he had left even if it was holding on by a string and not make a sence.

Well he would've if he hadn't almsot crushed a glass cup with his barehand before he regained control over himself, but that didn't spare him from the curious gazes thrown his way and the knowing glances from Lois and Jimmy.

'Husband?' he pratically chocked out when he finally had you alone, looking at you with paitence as he awaited for your awnser, yet his feet seemed restless as they shuffled beneath him as though they were just waiting to be told to let loose all that engery they were witholding.

'yeah, you're my husband,' You tell him as you rubbed his arms before a furrow came, 'unless it makes you uncomfortable then i can stop. i was just testing out how you'd respond to being called that, but i can stop if you hate it.' You added even though you were certain that he didn't mind, but it was one thing to assume Clark's emotions and another to actually know what he's thinking and feeling. Clark couls sense your second guessing from a mile away and smile softly as he reached to take ahold of your hands, squeezing them.

'I'd be more then happy to be called your husband, for there is no better title i could hold other then being the one you happily choose to spend your life with without regret.' He tells you, kissing your forehead and temples where he knew your thoughts often dwelled to torment you, resting his forhead there afterwards so that you could look at him and only him and see the abundance of happinsess he held towards you, feeling it in full force when all his attention was on you and you alone that it was almost overwhelming but in a good way.

'The moment i regret loving you is the moment i have truly lost myslef and what it means to be human, to feel, to laugh and to fear and love.' He adds, pecking you on the nose and smiling warmly upon seeing your face scrunched up as a smile spreads across your face, knowing he could never ever get enough of what he had with you as it was one of the many things that he correlated with home along side Ma's cooking.

You hummed, resting your head further against his, and feeling your worries fall to the wayside, as you indulged in his comfrort and security that radiated off of him in droves and acted as a familar feeling of a well loved home. 'I'll keep that in mind for future reference.' You teased as you kissed the tip of his nose, feeling yourself fall harder upon seeing his blissed out face of utter content and serenity as he murmurs.

'if i do truly become your husband one day, Ma and Pa need to be the first know.'

'Oh absolutely, they need to know before anyone else, but i think they might beat us without us having to ever tell them.' You told Clark who made a noise of agreement and adds on. 'I'm sure they would know considerning how often i keep updating them on what you've been doing to the point where they're more invested in your life then mine.' He playfully pouts, which you kissed several times in orfer to see him smile once more, knowing that Clark was not kidding in the slightest and you wouldn't be surpsied either; they always seemed to have a knowing look in their eyes whenever you paid them a visit.

[hurtblossom]

Traitor C.L.16

Pairing : Singer!reader (female) x Charles Leclerc

Summary : Broken promisses, broken trust, broken heart

Warning : angst, again with the terrible english, Charles being a bitch. Happy begginning, not so happy ending.

NO HATE TOWARDS ALEX ! THIS IS JUST FICTION !

Face claim : sabrina carpenter

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scuderiaferrari no.

ynusername i've always like McLaren better

mclaren it means a lot to us, but we won't let you drive

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scuderiaferrari red looks devine on you

ynusername you know what would look even better on me ? an F1 car

scuderiaferrari still a no

landonorris i think you’d look better in papaya

mclaren agreed

charlesleclerc no.

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a month later

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THE END (for now)

let me know if i should make a part 2 xx

max's ending

[kissboybyler]

sometimes i feel like im going crazy (huh!) because i love women and wlw love and i want that in my life and i can’t for the life of me imagine myslef with a boy EXCEPT- when i imagine myself as…a boy? Does that make sense?

Like i wish i could love a boy the way a boy loves a boy. And i know i love girls the way girls love girls but sometimes i get a bit sad thinking that i’ll never get to experience mlm love. I don’t know, this probably doesn’t make sense.

I think my favourite mlm ships have destroyed me because they have me questioning my sexuality about 27 times a day. Like NO i don’t WANT a boyfriend…as a girl. I want a girlfriend so so badly and like i want the whole yearning and soul-crushing and beautiful queer experience and even though the world hates me and other people for it i don’t fucking care anymore. But sometimes i also wish i could experience the other side. Because whenever i see a beautiful boy i can never envision myself being with him romantically. But i find comfort in the knowledge that if i were a boy, i know i would.

God, please don’t call me insane, i’m just going through it

[lucylichtenweg]

Merlin s1e3 rewatch

Merlin: It was me! It was me who used magic to cure Gwen's father. Gwen is not the sorcerer, I am!

Gaius: Merlin are you mad?

Merlin: I can't let her die for me. I place myslef at your mercy

Gaius: He doesn't know what he's talking about.

Merlin: I do.

Arthur: *disgusted face*

Uther: then arrest him.

Arthur: Father, please. I can't allow this. This is madness. There's no way Merlin is a sorcerer.

Uther: Did you not hear him?

Arthur: yes *buuuuut faaather tone*

Uther: he's admitted it.

Merlin: *yes I did face*

Arthur: He saved my life, remember?

Me: yesss play your cards well boy

Uther: why should he fabricate such a story?

Me: True Uther. True.

Arthur: *shit shit shit. Let me think*

Arthur: As Gaius said.. he's... got a grave mental disease.

Arthur: *ah yes, that was awsome!*

Me: yeah like Gaius when he tells Arthur Merlin is in the Tavern. The same brain cell.

Uther: Really?

Uther: *now it is getting interesting*

Arthur: *ok ok ok WHAT NOW?! Stay calm, stay clam*

Arthur: He's in love.

Arthur: *I'm fuckin awsome*

Merlin: *confused and can't anymore*

Merlin: what?

Arthur: with Gwen.

Uther: *ah yes, young love*

Merlin: I am not! *points his finger to be taken seriously*

Me: Sorry Merlin you like a small puppy that tries to bite.

Arthur: yes you are

Merlin: no way!

Me: Are they seriously fighting about a servant love life in court?

Arthur: I saw you yesterday with that flower she'd given you.

Me: Arthur are you jealous?

Merlin: *laughs nervous*

Merlin: *what the fuck is going on?*

Merlin: I'm not in love with her.

Arthur: it's all right, you can admit it.

Arthur: *side hug*

Uther: hmmm

Merlin: I don't even think of her like that.

Uther: perhaps she cast a spell on you.

Merlin&Arthur: *fuck fuck fuck.*

Uther: *laughts*

Me: now that ain't funny Uther!

Arthur: *ohhh it was a joke. Better laught*

Arthur: Merlin is a wonder. But the wonder is that he's such an idiot. There's no way he's a sorcerer.

Me: oh you be surprised. But you have time for that.

Merlin & Arthur: *intense eye contact*

Merlin: *seriously? Like come on man*

Uther: don't waste my time again. Let him go.

Merlin: *lookes around*

Merlin: *fuck it, I just go away*

Later

Merlin: he thinks he's so sharp! Even when I told him I was a wizard, he still couldn't see it!

Me: maybe he didn't want to watch you die Merlin?

Gaius: sometimes it's pretty hard to spot.

Merlin: Maybe I should go around wearing a pointy hat.

Gaius: I don't think you'd find one big enough.

Merlin: *wow that was a low blow*

Me: I love the episode so much. So many funny scenes and quotes.

[darlingzrofor]

⭐️．｡．：✽・ﾟ＋ねえ 💟 READ THE RULES 💟　私．｡．：✽・ﾟ⭐️

. MINORS/PEOPLE WHO ARE 27 OR MORE OLDER DONT DM MINORS CAN FOLLOW ME BUT I HIGLY WANT THEM TO NOT DM ME . I HAVE HPD[ MEDICALLY YES ACTAULY TAHTS WHAT MY DOC SAYS ] AND IM AUSTIC [ ACTUALLY ] . I WILL NOT TOLARATE ANY ISSUES WICH IM NOT INVOLVED . YES THIS PERSON IS ACTUALLY MENTAL ILL KEEP IT MIN .DONT FORCED ME TO KNOW IF IM MINOR OR NOT IM AN 19 OLD ADULT AND PREVNT SOMEONE FROM DMING ME.. .IM VERY SADISTIC,LAUNATIC AND BRUTALLY HONEST SO DONT CRY FOR IT .IM NOT A DARLING MY NAME IS DARLIN .MY OC NAME IS DARLING [OC] I GO BY DARLING ZROFOR [ME]

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. this an mental ill and HPD , AUSTIC POV and lore so dont intrect . NO PEOPLE WHO DOES CONTENTS FOR PHEDO

. leave if you dont like , this acc and blog aint for people who is living their normal life

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. evrything is base on my own life keep it in mind

. i wont like any female or womens proposseing me or texting me in lovely way [ im not interested on women im straight foward gay} . reader x darling zrofor , oc x darling zrofor is allowed DNI > PHEDO > TRANSPHOBIC > HATES AUSTIC PEOPLE > ANYONE OLDER TAHN 25 > PRO ISREIAL > N*ZI > PICK ME > HOMOPHOBIC > MINORS [ MINORS CAN SEE MY POST NOTHING HARMFUL BUT THEY CANT DM ME BUT THEY CAN FOLLOW ME...]

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main intro whats this acc is about? (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

<3. dropping some lore about my OC darling

<3. some writing about yandare

<3. i will post about some of my irl stories with art

<3. i will post about yan and jrai <3. vent/father issues/mental health issues <3. post about slefship with me and my OC [ red carpet ] (hes my orginal chrecter) <3. i lik3 plauge docters i will post some plauge docter ARTs <3.Also some ARTs for masked for lethal company and some ships,lore <3. ship with my oc and SCP-035 [DR.darling x SCP-035] <3 . post about my oc RED CARPET hes my original charecter

🪻little about myslef? { read it if you feel this is nessacry}

name - Darling Zrofor ᓚᘏᗢ AGE - 19 {BUT DOSENT MEAN 25 OR MORE OLDER THAN THAT PEOPLE CAN DM ME AND NOT EVEN MINORS )

sexulity - pan 💚

gender - male

antiromatic , androgynus

austic [ asd ] 🌈 HPD JRAI AND YAN

im a preety boi </3 MY OC NAME IS DARLING AND I GO BY DARLING ZROFOR

anglecore 🪽 lovecore 🤍❣️

likes - arts , writting ╰(*°▽°*)

Fandom - MULTI FANDOM

obssivesvee , enpf , kinda crazy, launatic,liar , beutiful (*/ω＼*),sadistic

🧠 just a reminder im autistic + got hpd 🩶 not mentally okay rn n under med care. if i say or do smth weird or wrong pls be kind it’s not always my fault 🫂✨

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WBY THE FUCK DID I GET THE BEASTLY SOUL. FUCK THIS

[bokettochild]

apparently i like making myslef hurt and suffer

because i'm wondering

how would Sablya react if she heard about "Mrs. Kitt Tailor" and their MANY kids?

i know she's from another au but dang it my mind is wandering and it hurts

I will be entirely honest, I have had thoughts on this SO MANY times, but never been sure if there was a point in writing it! That said @apparitianhanako actually asked me a while ago to write this! It just fell by the wayside.

I got hit by a wave of inspiration when I saw this ask though, although unfortunately I am running on like...four hours of sleep, and, thus, brain function is CRAP, so I cannot vouch for the quality here, but I guess here's an answer fic! (NOT Violet Incident canon or TBBU/BoHH canon)

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 It’s one of those days that’s actually not as bad. 

 There aren’t a majority of either the good or the bad, mostly just a sort of lingering gray that overtakes it all. A grey unlike the twilight, unlike the shadows, and very, very different from even those long stormy nights that Link loved so much. 

 To look at him, you’d never think a man like that would love storms, and yet he does. Many’s a night they’d curl up before the fire, huddled in close under some quilt or another that his mother and sisters had made and he’d tried his very best to add too, even despite his trembling hands. Many’s a night she’d brew them tea and he’d hold her close, eyes turned to the windows and sharing story after story from his childhood, from his homeland; the fae stories that even her grandfather doesn’t know, and never could tell with the eloquence of the man she’d loved. The selkie stories he’d learned from his grandmother and passes on to anyone who’ll listen. The stories of the old, the new, the unknown, the unexplained. Her Link may not have been rich to the world’s eyes but he was rich in stories, and to the two of them that was often better. 

 They had been anyway. She still loves them, but there’s something lacking in new ones now, maybe the roll of his voice or the intent way he’d tune his telling to its listener, engage and entrance them with his words until they’d feel there themselves. A book’s pages don’t capture it right and no one knows how to say it. 

 Sometimes she wonders how he’d describe the greyness. Would he spin it like the deep sea that drinks down whatever is cast within, leaving a peaceful stillness above and a roaring torrent below? Would he tell it like a sky before a storm? The wind before a blast? The air in a second before magic speaks its words over the earth? 

 But he’s not here to say it. 

 That’s sort of her own fault though. Proud though she is, Sablya knows the faults not solely his, and that’s the source of the grey. 

 Pride’s a dangerous thing; she’s been warned all her life. It’s the thing that sends soldiers to their deaths and ruins lives and loves. Still, even with that knowledge, it’s a powerful force to try and deny, and it’s the only one that’s stopped her on some days from straying towards the castle to try and fix things. 

 And then, some days, it’s weak, so very weak, and she manages to step out anyway, heading for the gates and intending, with all her heart, to wander in to his office and ask, like anyone who comes to him, if he can help her to restore the family that she lost in the war, to bring her Link home to her. 

 Something always stops her though. 

 Pride, perhaps, stops her at the gate. Doubt and anger at the steps, her own unwillingness to face the world some days stops her making it past her own doorstep. But the times she’s made it to his door, hand on the knob and ready to knock, it’s the voices inside, the tired sound of his voice and the tears he’s no doubt meaning to ease from whomever it is that’s come to see him, seeking, like herself, to find what was lost. It’s doubt then, and fear, and bitterness that has her certain that he’d say the same to her as he’s said in her hearing to so many bereaved; “your soldier isn’t coming home, ma’am. I’m sorry.” 

 Today though isn’t a day where that doubt creeps in. It's one of those ones where even pride has taken a backseat and she’s got a moment to look about her home and feel the most dangerous feeling of all; hope. 

 Link’s a man who’s good to his word, who never breaks a promise, never defiles a vow. The vows they made on their wedding day, surely, were meant with as much if not more heart than any other he’s made. They’d sworn ‘through good and bad, easy times and hard, sickness and health’, and though she’s failed, broken that promise, on a day like today, she has faith that he wouldn’t. 

 He came home after all, and he never pushed when she’s said no, said go, said leave. He’s never failed a vow yet, so surely, this is one he will keep. Surely, he’ll at least let her try to speak to him, if only enough to discuss, to give words to the greyness that bubbled up that day that the war ended and he’d come home. 

 On another day, maybe she’ll laugh at herself for her hope, for the naivety, but on this day, Sablya Taylor has no intentions of letting a past or future version of herself stop her for at least today. After all, she’d heard from a neighbor that Link is back. Wherever it is that he’s gone, he’s back now. 

 “And looking a good deal in better health then last I saw him!” The old lady had chirped at her over the garden wall yesterday evening as she’d been working at the wash. 

 It’s a spark, a bit of hope that’s dangerous but oh so powerful, and it has her setting out that very morning. 

 She’s not sure if it’s the castle or an inn he’ll visit, because Hylia knows it won’t be his mother’s place, not on the slim chance that Mister Taylor the senior will actually be there. Of all the things that have changed, she knows for a fact that Link’s relationship with his step-father will be the last to do so; the two men despise each other, and to have them in the same room, never mind sleeping in the same house, would take a genuine miracle! 

 Gossip is a sure compass though, and she’s only got to say his name before some shopkeeper or market vendor is pointing the way they last saw a blue scarf trailing. 

 It’s not long at all either before she sees it for herself. 

 There he is. Standing tall only a short distance from some stall or another, chatting away in an almost animated fashion with another man.  

 For a second, her feet stall, freezing. 

 He looks himself again. Gone are the heavy bags beneath his eyes, the near perpetual five-o'clock-shadow and scowl from too long hours in the office, too many nights in a bar. He’s clean shaven (but gosh does she miss his beard, patchy as it was!), combed but not coiffed, clean but not polished, a laugh on his lips and a scowl on his brow as he nudges at the man beside him. 

 A man who looks a shocking about like a certain best-friend she knows is dead, hair just a shade or so darker, with hints of auburn, but smile just as toothy and the voice that sounds in answer to her Link just as tinged with Ordon’s drawl. 

 For a minute, she has to shake herself and question if she hasn’t traveled back in time somehow. Except... except she can’t have, because the scars over his eyes aren’t familiar and the blue scarf is somethings he’s only seen once; when he came home. He’d not had that before, so she knows it can’t be the past 

 She sort of wishes it was though. It would certainly make this much easier. 

 Sablya steps towards the two men, lips parting even though she’s got no clue what she’s about to say. 

 And then they move. 

 It’s not far, just to another stall, but then the man who could be Gassun’s twin is stepping away and another, brown haired and with a near angelic smile on his lips, takes his place, trading softer words that earn kinder smiles and easier motions than the last. 

 It takes her a second to work up her nerve, but the moment she does, they’re drifting off again, and once more, another lad comes, though the second man stays, and a boy who she thinks she’s seen linger by her husband’s side before joins the conversation. 

  It keeps happening that way. She’ll be a second from stepping over, only to start and lose nerve when Link goes to speak to someone else. It’s annoying. She’s annoyed at herself and her own lack of nerve. Pities sakes, what would Mother and Father think o such behavior? What would her grandparents think? Bushka? They’ll all tell her to buck up and talk to her husband! So, with a huff and a heave and as strong of steps as she can manage considering she knows she’s wronged him, Sablya steps over. 

 And then her feet stop cold again, just an arm’s length away, as another figure glides over. 

 It’s not the fact that the person is there, not when she’s expecting it now, it’s the way their hand slips into the crook of Link’s arm with a familiarity none of the rest had shown. Its the way they turn to speak to him, drawing his gaze, something dark and dangerous deep in their own. It’s the fact that, unlike the rest who’d come and gone, the figure at Link’s side now wears a skirt and has the fine features of a woman, not a man. 

 “Darling,” the word is tense, the grip the same, but the dark stare that lifts past heavy lashes, pressing and pointed, has her heart catching up in her throat to see directed at her husband, “I fear I must ask your help.” 

 It’s nothing, she tries to assure herself It’s normal. Women throw themselves at her husband even with her at his side, they always have. He’s a good-looking man and an honest one too, and she’s never minded before that the world can see it. Now though, now after the war, after everything, after the sorceress, her gut still churns a bit. 

 She wants him to catch that nimble yet firm hand and tug it off, to step back and ask, in that not yet cold, but very much warning tone what it is that the lady wants. Because, beautiful though the creature on his arm is, enchanting as her gaze must be up close, what with how hypnotizing it nearly is from afar, he’s still a married man. He made a promise, and whether or not they’ve spoken in ages doesn’t change that. 

 Link’s brows furrow, and she’s ready to see the gentle push, but instead he leans in, just a bit closer, head down and whispers soft as he answers, nearly too low to be heard. “What happened this time?” Fervent, worried, attentive, not a bit of hesitation in his manner and gaze fixed solely on the vision beside him. 

 There’s a wince, the grip of that hand tightening and his coming to settle over the top, assuring, comforting, promising in motions she herself knows so well and hates to see granted to another. As though unawares though, the other woman goes on. “I fear our girls have gotten to mischief.” 

 Our girls? Surely, she doesn’t mean- 

 Link stiffens slightly, tensing in the shoulders. “All of them?” 

 A nod. “Five magics, all going mad, and believe it or not, dear captain, they’re scattered.” 

 Link sighs. That great, heavy sort of thing he won’t sound unless he’s truly comfortable in a person’s presence. It’s a sort of pride of his own, she’s often thought, that he won’t falter before any save those he trusts, and the implications of it sounding in the space between himself and this other woman makes her heart scream. “Why did we think this was a good idea?” 

 “Having kids?” The woman sighs in kind, “we didn’t. It happened, and now we have seven gremlins to mind and stop from destroying this city.” 

 “Let’s get to it then,” and he’s striking out a couple whispers late, parting now but with a wry smile that the other echoes, moving off in the other direction calmly as though trying her hardest not to attract attention. Link doing the same in the opposite direction, no doubt with direction from the dark-eyed lady on where to go. 

 She could follow him. 

 She could follow the lady, but desperately, she both does and doesn’t want that woman to know. There’s no ring on his hand, not with his profession being what it is, so, surely another woman might make a mistake. The fact of it is clear though; she is something to him, but the desperate hope that the lady didn’t know battles with the wish that Link has somehow been tricked, seduced by the siren’s song of that woman’s sweet voice, perhaps under the spell of the magic that drapes over her like a cloak. She wants to believe it’s not his fault, yet the idea of blaming the lady seems so wrong without knowing for sure. 

 She should follow him. 

 She should stalk after and drag him to the side, out of sight and earshot and demand to know what she just saw. Yes, they’re separated, but could he not do her the basic dignity of divorce if he was so set on starting again? She has her failings, and she’s aware that they’re significant, but regardless, that isn’t an excuse! 

 Or is it? Is she to blame? Was it her words and actions? 

 And yet, her feet move without though, mind spinning, there were children mentioned. Not one- seven. Seven children, and while certainly the lady looks young, she’d also said it happened by chance. No one in their right mind, not even Link with his bleeding heart for strays and street kids, would adopt or take on seven children. She knows he took two, in the war, under his wing. She knows she’d been bitter, thinking he was replacing their own lost little one with blonde-haired boys he hoped would fill a hole. 

  But seven? With a woman like that? And all old enough to wander, freely? To have magic? 

 The captain’s wife has the sinking feeling that such a thing wouldn’t be possible in the time since the war ended and their marriage had followed suit. Even if her words did somehow drive Link to break a vow, a promise, his own honor and her heart with it, the times wouldn’t match. 

 He’d have to have had met this woman long before, and the children- gods, is she the second woman? 

 Her mind spins and trips on itself, feet the same until she finds herself on a street she can’t name, ducking into the nearest ally to drop her head to her hands and breathe. 

 She can’t cry. She won’t cry. If she cries than she’ll never stop and- 

 “Are you okay, miss?” 

 Sablya starts, dashing what tears had escaped away and turning about to the source of the voice, finding a young figure before her. It could be a child, but then again, it might not be. Whatever they are, boy, girl, young or grown, they’re staring at her with warm amber eyes and a worried frown. 

 “Pardon?” 

 “You seem upset,” the short figure observes, blinking up at her slowly, gaze weighted more than it should be for so young a person. “is everything alright?” 

 She means to answer, to say she’s fine. Regardless of anything, she won’t be admitting her troubles or ruined marriage to a random stranger, but it’s at that very moment that Fate chooses to spit in her face and another figure darts around the corner on the far side of the alley, calling out. “Scarlet, luv, come along, your sister-” and the words cut off. 

 She stares. 

 The dark-eyed woman stares back. 

 Of all the chances, of all the people, she does not expect it to be the same lady as took her own husband’s arm with such certainty, but yet, here she is. Here she is, pretty and powerful, if not physically than at least with magic far exceeding Sablya’s own. 

 Link likes powerful women, she finds herself thinking, bitter. He likes strong women. He likes women who stand with confidence as the lady before her does now, even as confusion touches ethereal eyes. He likes women who entrance him, and no doubt, anyone would be so before this figure. 

 “Mama,” and oh gods, is this one of those seven? “I don’t think she’s okay.” 

 The strange lady steps forwards, magic reaching, cautious but gentle, eyes searching and ears flicking. “Are you hurt, miss?” 

 Her heart is irrevocably shattered into a million pieces, if that answers the question. 

 The sweet face of the strange, young yet world weary, and still somehow near regal despite tattered dress, creases up in a frown. “Is there anything we can help with?” 

 She wants to say yes. She wants to demand answers. She wants to whisper a plea to tell her it’s a lie, that she’s wrong, but in the same breath, she’s looking into the face of the younger, the child, her Link’s child, and wondering how on earth she could dare to shatter a second family after ruining her own. Does this kid deserve to be told something so terrible? Does this lady? Could she leave them in peace and let Link go on, happy as he’d looked beside them, weary but warm, himself again like he hasn’t been in forever? 

 As though to add insult to injury, the man in question himself rounds the corner a second later, four more children, near identical save the one’s dark hair, all on his heels. “I see you found Perri and Scarlette already, which is a blessing because-” the words die as he looks up from small figures to where she and the other woman stand, now both having turned. 

 Link’s eyes widen, feet stuttering as he draws up sharp. “Oh shit.” 

 “Language!” One of the kids pipes up, only for a sibling to slap a hand over their mouth. 

 She can’t move. 

 Link doesn’t seem to be able to either. 

 “You know her?” The lady asks. 

 Link’s gaze is heavier than the very sky and it’s every star, his words clipped and short. “That’s my wife.” 

 Dark eyes turn on her in a moment, now also wide. She expects a scream, a hiss, maybe tears exploding forth as they threaten to from her own soul, perhaps a fit of rage as magic snaps and growls. Instead though, the strange lady just sags, hands over her face and a heavy sigh seeming to carry her last breath intro the alleyway. “I hate my life.” 

 “Second that.”   

 “Well thanks,” and the sugar sweet tone is abruptly gone, the gentle manner lost as a scowl, so drastically different from the angelic expression before that it would almost be comedic if it wasn’t so confusing, is shot Link’s way. “Stick a knife in my heart yourself, why don’t you.” 

 “Vet!” 

 “A wife?” and there it is, “you didn’t think to say something?” 

 “What, like you would have believed me?” 

 “I procured you a fake wedding ring and- you know what, no,” hands fly up and the stranger, who is suddenly so much less gracious and gentle and is now a whole new person altogether, something that leaves Sablya floundering at the sight of, is turning to look at her. “You must be so confused.” 

 “Oh shit.” Link sounds again, more emphatic this time. 

 “Hi,” and the expression of exhaustion that joins an outstretched hand held her way nearly makes her feel ready to keel over herself, “I’m terribly sorry. I’m a friend of your horrid husband and I would like to assure you right here and now that I am not sleeping with him, nor will I ever.” 

 Link chokes. 

 Sablya stares. 

 The... lady(?) draws back, apparently realizing her hand won’t be taken and that Sablya herself might not be able to even properly think at the moment. “I can only imagine what you just saw, or are thinking, and because Link here is shit at explaining crap to do with anything in this regard, I’ll do the honors.” Words followed with a mutter to the ground of “someone kill me,” that, despite everything, she somehow doesn’t manage to take personally. 

 Which is how she ends up leading six strangers and her estranged husband back to her house and the privacy it offers, to be told a story around her kitchen table by a boy who looks like a goddess about how he, a wolf-man, and four of the five not actually children in the current company had accidentally convinced not only Castletown but the whole country, in multiple eras of history, that Link was married to a goddess and the father of seven children. 

 In short, it is not how she expected to finally sit down with her husband, but after the whirlwind she just suffered, it does ease some tension between them when the story ends and she finds herself breaking down into a hysteric combination of laughter and tears that leaves everyone else staring awkwardly and her own husband, her Link, her not a cheater and, in fact, still true to his word Link, trying his very best to help her calm down enough to breathe again. In all honesty, it’s almost all worth it. Especially when Link gives up talking and she finds him setting an arm around her shoulders instead. He’s all hesitant and slow, wary, but when she doesn’t push him off, he eases and, a second later, tugs her in close like he used to on grey afternoons before the fire. 

 They're both shaking. 

 She’s not sure if or when her hand will ever unwind from that blasted scarf of his, but, somehow, she doesn’t think it will happen before his head lifts from her shoulder. 

 Blessedly though, her husband’s friend sees fit to usher the rest out, leaving them alone. 

 It’s not how she planned to sit down and talk things out with Link, but if anything, this will most certainly make for an interesting story for him to tell someday. Once, of course, they’ve made up and a very, very long time has passed so that she can actually laugh at this all. A very long time indeed. 

 As long as he wants that time, that is. 

 She hopes he does. She doesn’t want it without him.