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erosofthepen · 4 years ago

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Letters From Amad pt.2

After about five months of not knowing how to continue it, i have finished part 2!! There will be a third part, not nearly as long, and i already have most of it written, so it should be out a lot sooner lol. BUT, i hope you enjoy it, and thanks for putting up with me lol.

-Part 1

-Words: 4,898

-Warnings: blizzard/storm, injury, hypothermia, some swearing

-Tags: @grunid, @elvish-sky, @sassyscribbler, @whore4fictionalhoes11, @smaugs-guardian, @bitter-sweet-farmgirl, @jotink78, @marvel-ous-hobbit, @anjhope1, (if i forgot you, im sorry, i have trouble keeping track sometimes)

It was moments like this that reflected Thorin’s terrible decision making. In actuality, his decision to not put anymore lives at risk was very wise. But still, it was Fili who was out there. And Kili. And since Thorin would not send a search party out, it was time to take matters into your own hands.

First things first, you went back to your chambers and put on your warmest, fluffiest, most wind-resistant coat. Rabbit fur covered the insides (the hides were hunted and tanned by Fili, a courting gift to you), and thick leather made up the outside, keeping the cold out and the warmth in. Next, you pulled on your winter boots (you had actually just had them made last week, and there were three little pockets perfect for concealing knives in), as well as a hat, gloves, and a scarf, all knitted by Ori, his way to show gratitude after your help in the libraries. You then proceeded to gather up some salted meat and cram, walk down to the entrance of the mountain, and enter the stables.

You choose a faithful companion to keep you company, namely, Daisy. The Mare had a thick wooly mane, and an extreme proclivity towards sweets. This was not to be your first venture with the pony, and now you knew better to bring him anywhere within five leagues of a bakery. You had not been amused when he had eaten an entire box of pastries meant for you and the scholars, though Kili and Fili had thought it to be the most hilarious of stories. However, despite his tendency to devour pastries, Daisy was reliable and resilient, and you hardly rode any other steed.

Several stableboys tried to dissuade you from leaving in the storm, but you brushed off their remarks as you tacked up Daisy. Thankfully, they didn’t try to block your path as you left, though they did warn you to be careful. You weren’t too concerned, for the storm had grown tamer in the day, and the frost was not biting your face. Yet, that is.

You reached Dale in about an hour. It took much longer than expected, with Daisy being nearly up to his belly in the fallen snow. Dale was practically devoid of men and women, most of them having the brains to stay inside during the storm. The only exceptions were some watchmen and one or two passersby.

“Oi, it’s a bit too cold for a morning ride lady, have you lost all sense?” A guard asked as you were leaving the gate on the other side of town.

“No my good fellow, I'm just looking for my friends. Have you seen two dwarrow come this way?”

“Can’t say that I have, but Maurice said he saw a pair last night, a few hours before the snow started.”

“Did Maurice mention where they were headed?”

“To the caravan, where else? It’s about fifteen miles from here, I would guess. You’re not considering going out there, are you?”

“I’m afraid that I must. Good day to you sir,”

“And a very cold day to you, lassie. Best of travels.”

“And to you as well.”

You quickly left and mentally cursed yourself for wishing him best of travels in return. He wasn’t traveling, you idiot!

The embarrassment faded as the wind began to pick up. The blizzard was steadily getting thicker, the puffy snowflakes turning more compact and icy. The city of Dale had long disappeared behind you in the snow, and you could only hope you were headed in the right direction.

However adventurous and bold it sounds, riding bare-back on a pony in the middle of a freezing cold snow storm was not at all an easy task. Your scarf had been moved to cover most of your face, and your hood was tied tightly ‘round your head, yet the flakes still stung your flesh. You were definitely starting to rethink your whole “making sure the brothers were alright in a storm idea.” Especially since it was pointless to look for them in between the caravan and Dale, as you couldn’t even see ten feet in front of you. Your goal now was to simply make it to the caravan without frostbite.

Around noon, you tried eating a bit of the bread you had packed, only to find it frozen. As well as the cheese. And the dried meat. It wouldn’t do good to gnaw on it either, as that would just make your innards cold as well, so you just went with your stomach protesting.

It was starting to get quite dark when you finally saw what seemed to be a glow in the distance. As you drew closer, it grew apparent that it was the caravan, and you sighed in great relief.

The dwarrow on watch were very suspicious. Of course, once you explained your purpose, they grew less so.

“I come from Erebor, in search of the Princes. Prince Fili and Kili left last night with the intention to travel here, have they arrived?”

The guards started to look a bit nervous.

“No my lady, no one’s seen anything of them.”

Your heart dropped to your feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Aye, the whole group would have known.”

You might’ve cried, but your eyes felt nearly frozen. You turned your pony, with full intent to head back out into the blizzard and look for your love, when one of the watchdwarrow stopped you.

“You’ll freeze out there my lady, as will your pony. Stay and get warm.”

“Aye lass” another said, “Besides, if the Prince’s are out there, her Lady Dís should be informed.”

Ah, that’s right. Dís.

One of the guards led Daisy off to get warm with other animals, while the other led you to Her Ladyship’s tent. He announced your presence, awaited approval, and then lifted the flap of the tent, beckoning you inside before letting it fall behind you.

Dís was a truly stunning Dwarrow, even for her age, with long black raven hair and a beard to match. Some strands were turning silver, much like Thorin’s, and her blue eyes were more piercing than an orc’s. She looked incredibly confused when you walked into her tent.

“Good Mahal lass, what the hell were you doing out in that storm? You must be senseless.” She said, looking up from a book she had been reading and furrowing her brows.

“I was looking for the Prince’s. I should introduce myself, my name is (Y/N).”

Dís’s eyes widened and she stood, showing off quite an impressive height.

“Why would you be looking for my sons out in this storm, (Y/N)?”

“They… Fili left a note this morning, he and Kili were coming to the caravan to see you. The watchdwarrow said they hadn’t arrived.”

The Dwarrowdams jaw went slack for a moment, and then she cursed, banging her hand on a small table that held a bottle of whiskey.

“Foolish boys! Have they no sense? I was to be seeing them in only a few more days, but they could not wait, could they? Och, the beasts!” Dís continued her rant for a while longer, before she turned her gaze back on you.

“And you journeyed out here in the storm?”

“Aye. I could not rest well knowing that they were out in this foul weather. I will be going to head back out to look for them as soon as I’ve warmed up a bit,” you replied, very conscious of the Mother’s piercing stare. She was quiet, until she breathed a worried sigh.

“It’s no use to search out in this weather, lass. Especially at night. Rest here with me, we’ll go searching first thing on the morrow. I must talk with the guards for now, make yourself comfortable, I will return soon.”

And, just like that, Dís left the tent. Her talk was brief, and left you standing dumb in the center of the tent. For some time, you debated on whether or not to go out searching anyways, but the fire was surely inviting, and something in you knew Dís wouldn’t take kindly to you leaving against her wishes.

Your travel bag, heavy and frozen from being exposed to the elements for so long, left your shoulders as you set it down by the entrance. Next came your gloves, and then the outer coat, snow and ice caked on it making your fingers fumble whilst trying to unbutton it. Eventually, it joined your bag, as well as your boots (if you had thought the coat was difficult to get off, the frozen buckles on your boots were torture). After you had stripped the burdensome clothing off, you simply stood in the center of the room, close to the fire. There were blankets nearby, piled near a bedroll, but you dared not touch them, seeing as they belonged to Dís. It was rather awkward, simply sitting in a stranger's (of sorts) quarters, and weren’t sure what to do.

Your eyes did some exploring for you, falling first on the book that Dís had been reading. ‘The Heart of Hrund’. Huh. You recognized the title, from the Great Library, but you knew very little about it. You’d have to read it now. Your eyes then fell to the whiskey bottle. ‘Breaker’s’. Ah. Memories you shared with Kili at the beginning of the journey returned, however hazed they were due to your drunken state. Strong stuff, Breaker’s was. Bofur managed to get his hands on a few bottles from a merchant, and you and Kili had stolen one from him, much to Thorin’s disappointment and Fili’s annoyance (he was upset to be left out of the fun). Your eyes then drifted to a leather-fitted box, beautiful khuzdul runes and designs etched into it, however, before you could get a closer look, footsteps crunched through the snow outside the tent.

Dís and a young dwarrow entered, carrying stew, bread, and a plethora of blankets and pillows.

“Mahal,” Dís started, placing the tray of food down on the little table and grabbing a quilt from the other dwarrow, “Have you just been sitting here freezing? You could have taken a blanket, you know.” She said, wrapping the quilt around your shoulders and moving you to sit down.

“I, er, I didn't want to be rude.” You replied, now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Dís screwed her face at you.

“Lass, it is never considered rude to take a blanket in the cold. Only exception is if someone is already using it.”

You didn’t reply, feeling very uncomfortable social-wise, despite finally starting to warm up physically. Dís grabbed the rest of the supplies from the other dwarrow and nodded at him to leave. As he left the tent, Dís set the other blankets down and started making a bedspace for you near the fire.

“I can help with that,” you said, starting to get up to help.

“Nonsense lass, you get yourself warm.” Dis stood and grabbed the food tray once more. “However, I do request that you eat.” she set the tray down in front of you, and you thanked her, feeling a bit guilty as you started on the stew.

“Uh, have you eaten yet, My Lady?”

Dís scoffed, resuming her work on your bed roll. “Don’t call me that child, call me Amad. I can hardly stand to be addressed in that way by servants, let alone my sons One. But yes, I’ve had my fill.”

Her words shocked you, having only ever heard Fili refer to you as his One. You hardly expected Dís to accept you as Fili’s lover, let alone his One.

“Alright.” You replied, once more feeling dumb and without anything to contribute. So you sat in silence, trying hard not to slurp and watching Dís make up your bed. Eventually, She moved up and away, surveying her work.

“Thank you, that was very kind.” you said. Dís sighed and nodded, sitting down on the other side of the fire. You were quiet once more, and were now re-considering going out to search for Fili and Kili, if only to avoid the discomfort of the situation.

“I hope you are only not talking because of the storm. I expected a much more chatty lass, if i’m being honest.” Dís remarked, eyeing you carefully.

Panic flashed through your eyes as you tried to think of something to say, but Dís let out a soft chuckle before you could make a fool of yourself.

“I’m only joking, child. You needn't be nervous here. Tell me, how was your journey from the mountain to here?”

“Cold,” You blurted out, shuddering as you imagined the wind biting your face. Dís smiled at your bluntness.

“Indeed, I imagine it would be, especially if you’ve been out all day. Tell me, was there any sign of them as you came over?”

You shook your head. “Unfortunately no, I could hardly see past my nose once the snow grew thicker.”

“I swear, those boys will be the death of me,” she muttered.

“Just be glad you weren’t Thorin trying to deal with all three of us,” you said without thinking. Dís locked eyes with you, and then started chuckling.

“I do not envy him, based on what I've read of you three. It seems that you made it your entire purpose to create trouble for my brother dear.”

“Well, we tried to. For the first half of the journey, at least. He was much more willing to withstand our meddling before we crossed the Misty Mountains. Then came the orcs, and goblins, and Mirkwood, Laketown, the dragon… and the battle too.” Your face had fallen whilst you spoke, and Dis reached out her hand to comfort you.

“You mustn't dwell on the hardships of the past, child. It does nothing but cause trouble for the mind. Believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Dís seemed to age very quickly, and the wisdom and experience that this dwarrowdam had became clearer. You knew her story well-enough, from nights Fili had needed to find comfort in you, telling you about his childhood and family. Dís had wed Víli Heptifilissøn, and twelve years after Kili had been born, he had fallen ill from the Black Lung*, and had spent months growing weaker and weaker until he perished. Fili was able to remember the wretched coughing, and his Adad’s ragged breaths, as clearly as the day it happened. It was the reason he refused to go deep into coal mines, or else made up excuses. If those memories still hung onto Fili, you could only imagine how horrible it must have been for Dís, who had to watch her husband suffer such a death. Looking at her now, you never felt more in awe of a single person.

“You speak truly, my Lady-”

She looked at you sharply, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“-I mean, Amad.”

That satisfied her, and she relaxed her hand away. “I do indeed, child. Never has a lie crossed my lips. Except when I told Thorin that he had a mighty spider in his beard.” You chuckled at that, but it quickly turned to a yawn. Dís raised a brow.

“It’s time for sleep then,” she commented, “I’ll leave you in peace to finish eating, and then it’s straight to bed.” Dís stood and went back to her chair, and resumed her book, leaving you to scoop that last of the stew in your mouth. It was not long before you were warm and cozy in your makeshift bed, and Dís bid you goodnight before blowing out the lanterns.

You woke to shouting. In your groggy state, you couldn’t make out the words, and you blinked in the dim light of the fire.

“What new madness arises?” You heard Dís murmur, followed by the sounds of her fumbling about. The shouting grew nearer. “Are you awake, (Y/N)?”

“Only partly,” you replied, trying to untangle the covers from your legs. You shuddered as the extra warmth left, but hurried to your feet, only stumbling slightly. The noise was becoming considerably louder, and your ears could start to make out the words being yelled.

“Get a healer, lads!”

“He looks frozen stiff!”

“SHOVE OFF! WHERE IS AMAD?” Kili’s furious shout snapped you into alertness. At that moment, Dís was able to find a lantern, and finally the tent’s interior was more visible. The flap in front of the tent lifted, and Kili stumbled in, hair frozen with bits of ice and face bright red. With horror, you realized he was supporting another dwarf who was barely conscious. Fili.

You jumped to your feet and rushed towards your betrothed, supporting his other side and lifting his head. Fili’s lips were tinged blue, and his teeth were chattering bitterly, clacking together in a terrible rhythm. Dís was there not a second after you, and she helped guide you all to lay Fili down in the space you had slept just moments before.

“Strip him down,” Dís commanded, starting to work on his boots. You followed her orders without hesitation, helping Kili with Fee’s coat. It didn’t take too long for the three of you to undress him to his underclothes, and you winced when you saw his shoulder looked… definitely not normal. Dís pressed on it gently, and Fili made a weak groan that twisted at your heart.

“He fell off his pony,” Kili said.

“Of course he did. Kili, fetch a healer.” The younger prince sprang up, filled with energy even after being out in a blizzard for nearly an entire day. But he was hardly at the entrance when a grizzled old dwarrow entered, a satchel in hand and a hard look set in his features.

‘��Hanarr,” Dís welcomed, nodding her head. The old dwarf grunted in acknowledgement before kneeling down by Fili’s shoulder, feeling along the bone. He grunted once more, before looking up at Kili.

“Hold down right here lad,” Hanarr instructed, moving Kili’s hands to rest on Fili’s other shoulder and chest. “Right, hold it firm.”

Hanarr outstretched Fili’s other arm, and began to move it towards his head. A click sounded, and Fili called out, however weakly. His shoulder looked back to normal again, and Hanarr quickly folded his arm against his chest, before searching through his medical pack and pulling out a sling.

“Sit him up, lad.” the healer instructed Kili. He propped Fili up against his side, and this time, Fili held his own head up, his gaze landing on you. Confusion flitted across his nearly-frostbitten features, and he mumbled your name despite of his state.

But Hanarr was upon him again, and soon the sling was fastened to his arm, and the Healer was moving his legs so that they were tucked against his chest. He addressed Kili once more, “Get rid of yer tunic, and stay close to yer brother” and then turned towards you, “do the same, but mind his shoulder lassie.” Without hesitation, you followed his command and soon Fili was sandwiched between yourself and Kili. Dís (with the permission of Hanarr), wrapped several blankets around the three of you, and soon set to work on making some tea. Hanarr presented her with a root of ginger, and, after seeing that all that could be done was done, decided to take his leave.

“He should be fine in a few hours, I'll come back to check on him soon. Keep him awake.” were his final words before departing.

The silence that followed his departure was intense, interrupted only by the sound of the fire, the kettle, and a knife. Dís was the first to speak.

“I would have your hides, if I was not so glad to see you again.” She said in a low voice as she shredded the ginger.

“I’m sorry Amad,” Kili said, eyeing the movement of his Amad’s knife, “Patience has never been my strong suit.” Beside you, Fili shifted and rested his forehead against your temple.

“Indeed not,” Dís replied, her voice heating like the water she was boiling, “How did you convince your brother to join you in this endeavor?” Fili moved again, this time nuzzling his face into your neck and hair, his nose startlingly cold.

“Who said it was my idea?” Kili argued. However, Dís turned her glare on him, and He flushed and murmured, “he wanted to see you too, it didn’t take much to convince him.”

“(Y/N)” Fili said, drawing the attention away from arguing. “ ‘m tired.” He let his head rest heavy against your shoulder, and you (reluctantly) moved him away.

“You must wait to sleep, Kidhuzel,” You said, bringing your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes wider, in sheer betrayal. You could have smiled, knowing Fili’s tendency to become unreasonably cross when denied sleep, but instead you kissed his cheek.

“Your Amad is making tea for you, and when you drink it, you’ll warm right up.” The blond prince’s eyes dropped once more and he tried moving back to the crook of your neck, only to be refused a second time.

“ I’d prefer Ale,” He muttered bitterly. At this, you did allow yourself to smile.

“Not a chance. Your heart might stop.” He grumbled and detached his uninjured arm from Kili, taking your hand and squeezing it with what feeble strength that had returned to his veins.

“It won’ stop as long as you’re ‘ere.”

Kili snorted, but was silenced as Dís sent him another glare, and you laughed softly, shaking your head and squeezing his hand back.

“If it worked that way, then I would gladly give you the finest Ale, however, I do believe tea would be a better option.”

When the tea was ready, you helped Fili to drink it. At first, the prince had winced at the heat, but soon he drank it gladly, becoming more alive with each sip. You sensed Dís watching you and Fili carefully, but brushed it off, telling yourself she was only concerned for Fili, not observing how you interacted. A small part of you that wouldn’t be silenced said it was both. Soon the mug was empty, and it had apparently helped Fili along much more than you anticipated, and soon he had detached himself completely from his brother and was pulling you closer.

“Careful of your shoulder,” you reminded him.

“ ‘s fine.” He replied, pressing flush against you. His skin had already warmed, thus proving the hardiness and hot blood of dwarrow. Kili scooted away, seeing that he was no longer needed, readjusted the furs covering yourself and his brother, and pulled his tunic back on. Dís immediately walked over and threw another fur across his shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned just as tightly. You averted your eyes when Kili started to sniff and tremble.

“I missed you,” he said.

“And I as well, inùdoy” Mother and son stayed in once another’s embrace, until she drew away and made him drink his fill of ginger tea as well.

A half hour later, you were struggling to keep Fili’s eyes open, and Kili had already crashed on Dís’s bedroll. The dwarrowdam herself grew impatient for Hanarr’s return, and had gone out searching for him. She reentered the tent with him not ten minutes later, and Hanarr (as grumpy and irritable as he was, he was an excellent healer), inspected Fili. Truly, your prince was proof that dwarves were nothing more than portable furnaces, and his temperature was more or less back to normal. He still was a bit out of it, but it was nothing a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix. Soon Hanarr declared that it was safe for Fili to sleep, and almost immediately, the blond sank into your bedroll and began to snore.

Diís left after Hanarr, telling you to rest and call her if need be. You didn’t question where she was going, and she did not share it with you.

However tired and exhausted you were, sleep would not come. You sat in front of the fire for hours, feeding it and stoking it, keeping your mind entertained with the images dancing in the flames.

You had just finished adding another log to the fire, when a hand lightly gripped your wrist.

“Ghivashel” Fili said faintly. Your head turned towards him, and you smiled despite all things; for while Fili’s face was still red, his hair undone, and his eyes bleary, he was alive and conscious.

“Khuzd allakhul” you scolded, bending down to lean your forehead against his, “What sort of prince are you, to go out in the snow and frighten your lover?” You kissed his lips softly before drawing away just enough to wait for his answer.

“A very foolish prince indeed,” He murmured, his hand on your wrist pulling you back towards him. “But what sort of lover are you, to worry so greatly and come after me in the snow?”

“A very devoted lover, who has half a mind to leave now that you’ve insulted my care of you.” Fili’s eyes widened and he summoned his strength to pull you down, nestled in his side.

“Forgive me, I was not thinking of insulting you, amrâlimê. I just don’t want to see you suffer for my sake. Menu Tessu.” He said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. The beads on his mustache braids still felt frozen, but his lips were warm. You smiled and took his hand, entwining your fingers together.

“All is forgiven. So long as you won’t do anything as stupid as that ever again.” you replied. Fili sighed and kissed the side of your mouth.

“I shall try my very hardest not to.”

“That isn’t very reassuring.”

“Then you must forgive me once more, for I cannot make such bold promises whilst Kili remains my brother.”

You both chuckled at this, before settling into comfortable silence. Slowly, your eyes began to drop, the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of Fili’s breath making it harder and harder to evade sleep. The fact that the lion prince had begun to rub circles into your shoulder with his thumb wasn’t helping. After the third time you startled yourself awake, Fili’s voice was near your ear.

“You can sleep now, Amralime. I won’t be going anywhere.”

His words were nothing short of a spell, and in less than a minute, your eyes closed and sleep overtook you, a comforting, dreamless sleep, the best kind.

When next you woke, indeed, Fili was still right next to you, awake, but only just. He was blinking the sleep away, and you suspected that his movements had been what had woken yourself. Cold winter light was shining through the tent flaps, cutting like a blade through the warm glow that filled the inside, and a conversation was taking place.

“We left in the wee hours, m’lady, just before dawn. You can imagine the state Thorin was in when he heard that the entire future of Erebor was out in the snow.” The voice of Dwalin more than successfully brought you to awakeness, and you sat up, looking around for the source of his voice.

“Indeed, I imagine he would be weathering the floors with pacing. I expect we’ll be leaving soon, no?” Now Dís spoke, and by this point, you and Fili had turned behind you to see the pair talking over mugs of mulled wine. Kili was also there, however, he was still dreaming on Dís’s previous sleeping roll, limbs sprawled out wide and mouth hung open almost comically.

“Aye, as soon as these three are dressed and ready.” Dwalin said, turning his gaze onto you and Fili, brow raised and the slightest of smiles on his warrior face. “What a lot of worry you and your brother had us in,” he continued, addressing Fili specifically, “I swear to Mahal, you’ve no idea what sort of panic you caused. Course, when yeh come back with your shoulder like that, everyone’ll be doting on yeh. ‘The poor heir who got caught in a blizzard trying to see his Amad’, not ‘the fucking idiot who didn’t have any patience and went out in the night despite knowing there was a storm brewin’.” But all while saying this, there was humor and relief in the warrior's voice, betraying how glad he felt that the boys were not frozen under three feet of ice and snow.

“Both versions are correct,” Fili pointed out, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Aye, but only the first version will get told.” Dwalin replied, to which you laughed. He turned his focus to you now. “Don’t think you’re innocent lass, Thorin nearly had a heart-attack when we couldn’t find you. Both the heirs missin’ was bad enough, but the lady who’ll be adding to the heirs disappearing made it all worse.”

“Och, Dwalin, she had a noble cause to come out in the snow, you needn’t blame her for anything.” Dís said, coming to your aid.

“Was our cause not noble and justified?” Kili’s voice piped up. The Prince's eyes were hardly opened, but he was more than ready to defend himself from accusations.

“Not when you were to be seeing me in less than a week. If I was able to refrain myself from going out into a blizzard in the late hours, you should have been able to as well.” Dís retorted. A sour expression crossed Kili’s face, but he dared not argue with his Amad.

“Right then,” Dwalin said, “Get yourselves up an’ ready, we’ve not much daylight left to get back to Erebor.”

*Black Lung: Coal miner’s pneumonia.

Kidhuzel: Gold of Gold

Inùdoy: Son

Ghivashel: Treasure of Treasures

Khuzd allakhul: Stupid Dwarf

Menu Tessu: You mean everything to me

(part three will be out soon)

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blueskittlesart · 5 years ago

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Do you have any botw Zelink headcanons?

YES ❤💕♥💘💖💞💝♥❤💟💕 but i 1. get way too much joy out of analyzing completely inconsequential pieces of media and 2. cannot for the life of me write concisely so im sorry if u actually try to read it <3

Zelda was one of the first people to see link as more than his destiny. (hear me out on this one.)

Link had been training with the master sword since he was twelve years old. He was quiet before the training began, and almost completely mute afterwards. Aside from that, there had to be the general feeling that you can’t just walk up to the kid with the sword that seals the darkness and start a conversation.

His status and his trauma surrounding it made him unapproachable, so most people in hyrule saw him not as a person, but as a martyr, a supersoldier trained with the sole purpose of defeating ganon when the time came. (there are exceptions to this rule, namely mipha and, in my mind, aryll, but both were people he had known from birth or very soon after. If you knew link before the sword, of course he would be more than the sword to you.)

Zelda, at first, is exactly the same as every other person he’s ever met. She assumes his facade of perfection is genuine and even berates him for not being more than perfect (”can you hear it yet, hero?” (the fact that she calls him ‘hero’ in that cutscene is SO significant to their relationship but i wont get into that here)) She sees him as punishment (and perhaps he is. Why put the two of them so close together after keeping them apart so long, king hyrule? was it, perhaps, to guilt trip your daughter for not being able to activate her sealing power by placing the perfect specimen next to her at all times?) But if he was punishment, he backfired. Link got through to zelda, and Zelda got through to link.

Zelda saw that Link was more than what she had been led to believe. she began to make a conscious effort to learn about him beyond the hero facade he displayed, to see him as a person and to care about his well-being. and that was new to link. No one who had ever met link, hero of hyrule, preferred link of hateno village. No one who had met link, hero of hyrule even wanted to know link of hateno village. But zelda did.

post calamity, link is zelda’s wilderness survival teacher. (My girl is very smart and very strong but also very rich and has never had to kill an animal and cook it in her life. Im fairly certain she does not know how to start a fire.)

zelda knows how much link enjoys cooking and food and makes a real effort to learn his favorite dishes so she can make them for him. Her first few attempts are barely edible but he appreciates them anyway.

they become known at the local stables as that couple who hog the cooking pot every time they stay, but the stable hands don’t mind because they always share whatever they’ve made when it’s done, and it’s almost always delicious. unless zelda tries to get creative.

Link knows how interested zelda is in the plants and animals of hyrule, and so for a while he takes her to every place he can remember that has pretty scenery or animals and plants for her to study. One night, he manages to get her to satori mountain in time to watch the lord of the mountain’s appearance. she nearly cries. He also tries teaching her how to ride a bear. She nearly cries again, for very different reasons.

after everything is over, they move into the house in hateno village together.

Hyrule has survived without a royal family for 100 years, zelda figures, what’s the point in declaring herself queen and causing chaos all over again? After traveling hyrule with link, she sees that the kingdom is growing, ever so slowly, over the ruins of her family’s old empire, and why destroy that progress for the sake of an old regime hardly anyone remembers anymore? She is known as Miss Zelda in the village, and no one calls her “princess” and bows as she walks past or whispers behind her back that she is heir to a throne of nothing. She likes it better that way.

they adopt a dog, A black and brown hylian retriever. Her name is Epona, after Link’s first horse. She’s known throughout the village for being a menace to the local livestock, but they refuse to get rid of her and she refuses to be trained.

Link finds work collecting meat and mushrooms for the local general store. He still travels occasionally, he has friends all over hyrule, after all, and there’s the occasional stray monster that wanders into the village, but it’s a generally peaceful life. it’s what he needs, after all the excitement of his last 17 (117?) years. Zelda finds happiness and fulfillment as a scientist at the hateno lab. For once in their lives, Link and Zelda are able to feel like people instead of symbols.

for the first time since link claimed the sword, for the first time since zelda’s mother’s death, the two are free to build their lives together as people, not heroes or legends or anything else. And that’s what drew them to each other in the first place; two people, barely people at all in the eyes of the kingdom that they were destined to defend, chose to love each other not as heroes or failures or weapons or gods, but as humans. And so with their magical destinies fulfilled, or at least abated for the next hundred years or so, they choose to live and heal together.

and then botw 2 comes out and they get to go on another traumatizing adventure for my entertainment :)

#is this headcanons or is this a way too deep analysis of the character's relationships #organized into bullet points with a few happy bits thrown in to throw you off your rhythm?#good question. the answer is that i probably dont know the difference <3 #anyway you asked and i dumped words into this ask for way too long. here you go #asks #Anonymous #help the formatting got fucked up when this posted hopefully this fixes it #edit i cant figure out how to fix it. these were supposed to be like big bullet point slightly smaller bullet point format but whatever

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All of them answer every question fuck you

ahahaha no i respectfully deny your "fuck you" and i accept the ask and so-

i am 5'10", and i don't wish to be taller or shorter- i am the perfect height for hugs and messy hair, and yep, i like it here-

dream pet would be a mix of golden retriver and a husky called Holly and a chonky cat called Loki- yes ofcourse my future kids have names everyone should name their future pets-

ripped jeans/black pants with a Darth Vader tshirt or a Ethnic Fusion Kurta with black sneakers/artificial leather slip-ons, and if it's cold, a black jacket open obviously- and a black wristwatch i love my black wristwatch.

favourite video game was Clash of Clans and going even back, GTA Vice City and, the og- MARIIOOOO

three things/people are Oreos, Nutella and Pizza. The Holy Trinity-

"Beware me my fingers are smeared with chicken popcorn grease"

you didn't mention an opinion, @chunkybirb, so imma give my opinion on Vanilla ice cream and Nutella- ANYONE WHO HADN'T COMBINED THESE TWO COMBINE THESE TWO THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME

im either phlegmatic or melancholic bruh idk maybe ik or maybe not

im v v v v ticklish

not an allergy, but an intense hatred for ketchup- i vomit if it gets too close to me fuck you ketchup

im heterosexual

any between tea and coffee but full milk coffee (ik, kill me), never had cocoa- but i love a chocolate or nutella milkshake

both. both is good. (cat and dog)

i would be an elf cause hell yeah, knowledge and wisdom

favourite youtuber is Samay Raina, a stand up comedian turned youtuber who is just awesome-

as i mentioned in 1., i am 5'10"

i would not change my name cause it's the coolest fucking name ever, i am Tanay, and Tanay in Hindi means Son, and my parents literally named their son Son, and hell yeah i like it

i forgot how much i weigh- last i checked it was 75 kilos, but ive gained weight since 2019 so yep, gotta walk in the mornings

yes i believe in metaphysicality cause one- it seems cool- second- me and @theclassyghost discussed a metaphysical life theory that i really really like and metaphysicality gives preservation of knowledge so i believe in spirits

SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.

im not that religious, no

pet peeves no well nah not really

nocturnal def nocturnal i sleep at 4.50 anyway hehehehe

fav constellation is Cassiopeia

fav star is Sirius tho

what the fuck are ball jointed dolls

i do have a fear of losing people that's just anxiety i guess

yep, global warming is real

never thought that much about reincarnation tbh but maybe, i do

fav movie is Spider Man : Into The SpiderVerse and Inception and The Dark Knight Rises and Revenge of The Sith and yes, for my indian gang, 3 Idiots and Gully Boy

yep i get scared v v v easily

i have had no pets but i plan to once i grow up

@chunkybirb 's blog is fucking cool awesome and *chef's kiss* a masterpiece

blue calms me. i love blue.

live in Norway cause pretty lights, snow, and less people than this overpopulated country i am in

born in Mumbai, India

v v v dark brown like it's almost black but no it's dark brown

introvert

horoscopes and zodiacs, i do read them, never believed that much tbh-

HUGS I LOVE HUGS

i really wanna visit my brother i haven't met him in a long time i really wanna play cricket w him just like old times

my sister- she's annoying but well i care for her

nah

tattoos idk bruh im okay idk may get one or may not get one

nope, smoking is ewwww *vomits*

ah my crush- she's cool [ if she exists

when the chalk doesn't write on the board but goes iiiiiieeee I HATE THAT

a sound i love is rain pitter pattering i just hhhhhh sends me into happiness

nope fatass here

favourite actors have to be eddie redmayne, oscar issac and pedro pascal- and margot robbie and winona ryder in the actresses section also yes, elliot page

bruh already answered in 30.

im okayish!! spotify and tumblr, cool combo-

my hair are okay being black for me

yesterday, monday, from 6.40 to 6.50

music

uhhh naah not that i know of

well in Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase books, the sword of Frey aka Sumarbrander TALKS and demands to be called Jack, so here i am

bakwaas, music and comfy

yep, i believe in evolution

unfollow on hate and when they dm me sending nsfw pics ugh why are people like that

follow, well, i like people and they seem cool, so i follow them

fav kind of person is the one who'll sit with me for hours not even talking and just vibing to music

fav animals are beavers, doggos and cats

three fav blogs are @chunkybirb, @theclassyghost, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @aredhel-of-gondolin, @sue-me-imbadass, @alleenkaas, @my-ackerman, @brrrrrrrrrrzone

fav emoticon has to be ☹ this me seeing my stupidity outrank others

fav meme has to be Butternut is a master of psychological manipulation

INTP

Libraaa let's go

no dog, i have

black darth vader tshirt, black pants, black sneakers and black wrist watch

i have no selfies my phone has no cameras i live in eternal darkness

what the fuck are platform shoes

i, uhhh, i remember weird things like what i drew in class in 3rd while i was supposed to be doing english

lazy ass here, no front flips possible

i like birds they fly

nope i don't Iike swimming i like blankets

wrapped up in blankets reading books sounds better than both

ketchup

hyperspace travel

nope none

reading writing eating sleeping

my friend

tumblr seems cool

i have around 60-70 idk

yes i can run but why

yes they do but what's the fun in that

nope I'd fall over

sapphire let's go

koala bear or panda

sunflower or the one on a lemon tree

ketchup store

one cup of coffee is enough, tysm

read minds that sounds cool cool yeaaahh

nope never wore it a black clothes guy here BatMan

winter winter all year long

i don't know and i don't wanna try

i don't know and i don't wanna know

everyone cause they are better than me

bookstores cause bookstores any bookstores

sneakers, black onez

apparently some gas bitches mixed up to form a planet

non vegetarian but i partake meat just twice or thrice in two weeks

i don't know they don't seem like liking

naaaaaaaah

bugs ew

spiders ew

about the fact that i come off as arrogant and overconfident while in reality it's just that my communication skills suck

i can draw averagely whenever im in a mood

this thing im answering but i like answering it

uhhhhhhh brain freeze- idk bruh questions are good they give knowledge

yep, while sleeping

ahh yes calming, they are

cloudy days cause fucking cool vibes

hehehe wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

CumuloNimbus i really like it's name yknow nimBUS

dark blue, dark blue always or black

naaaah no freckles

fav thing is when they laugh and it's just happy and we're both laughing like shitheads but who cares we're rebelling against depressing life and we laugh

both. both is good [ fruits and vegetables

sleep but i have to answer 170 questions cause @chunkybirb

sky sky sky it's my blog's header duh uh sKy

sweet and sour candy. SWEET AND SOUR CANDY.

dim lights it makes me feel cool

ahhh so here we go- Mooncalfs, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Sphinxes, Dragons that seem to be Space Nebulae, and more and more and more

i really feel like a boomer sometimes

i love everything about this site/app it makes me feel happy cause i like the people and the posts

uhhhhh i think too much about everything cause i just do. i like thinking

"He's dead, guys. For the sake of The Force, please watch Star Wars now he wanted to discuss it with you" actually no i would just say "A big shoutout to Garlic Bread he loved Garlic Bread"

myself cause i should be sleeping but sleep is for the weak and i am the weak and the strong i am a paradox-

that i obsess too much on things and try involving people it never works out

nope. had braces for 4 years, that beat out teeth showing smiles

i prefer computer-tv ahahahahaha

never tried them, so IDK

naaaaah not motion sickness- never travelled by sea so idk seasickness

lobed ears

yep i believe that deeds do count in life and beyond

idk bruh i don't believe in physical attraction too much- bodies are fake- mentally/metaphysically tho, im a 7

ahhhhh many many Stupid Genius, Tani, Tanu, Tanya

i still do-

i really want to talk to a therapist. converse. and discover.

im both, i am both.

10:1 is the ratio- giving 10, receiving 1

uhhh nothing just when i am right and people use the old "disrespect" argument

3, Hindi, Marathi, English

girls

uhh no i am not

my hair i love them everyone says things about my hair but i love them

knowledge vibes i give, someone tells me- and that's all i ever wanted

anyone i know tbh, my mutuals, my friends, my discord friends

ahhh no i wouldn't but i wish i was born 20 years earlier

bleh bloo, neither like nor dislike

i don't know if i have one

i don't know, haven't had physical contact in a long long long time in a galaxy far far away

the above point stands but i would like to ig

anything i write, 3 hours later, i instantly hate just idk why

anything i write

that i am normal no i am not and i am not okay hahahahaha

65-70 ish people

somewhere around-

many many many don't ask please but okay if you do ask

somewhat

uhhhhh idr exactly but i won't tell in public duh uh

mediummm hairrrr

last year lockdown i became harry potter

i don't know buddy i seriously don't know

yep i do cause knowledge i like knowledge

naaah never tried

no i definitely cannot stand on my hands or my head for more than 30 seconds

yep, im pretty sure i answered most of them correctly-

og link-

#personal #ask #tumblr

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littlebitoffanfic · 6 years ago

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Fandom: Little Nightmares Characters: twin chefs (Dee, Dom), roger Relationship: twin chef/reader, Dee/reader Request: I saw you wrote a Roger one from little nightmares, but would you consider doing one of the twins? I think you called him Dee in your one. Yeyyy, im so excited. Maybe the readers a servant and its busy while the guests are there and she takes a smoke break and see dee on his and they have some nice moments with the others. I love your angsty stuff so if you can slip some of that in there, I’d really love it. Sorry for such a long request. AN: I renamed the second twin from Dum to Dom. This will also be a 2 parter Slipping out through the side door, you took a moment to allow yourself to breath. It was busy. Very busy. And with the lady overlooking much of the day, you had barely had a moment to breath. But now that the guests had gorged themselves and most had passed out in their rooms, you could breath again. Slipping further outside, you saw the hulking mass at the end of the walk way. The drop was deadly, and it always made your head spin, but it was the easiest place to sneak a cigarette. The area around was hollow and empty, allowing the smoke to drift up and eventually go to the entry point at the mouth of the maw. And when it was completely under, it would gather until your re-emerged. Your sore feet made next to no sound as you approached the man and saw the smoke rise above him. you were more of a ‘social smoker’. And by ‘social’, you meant only with Dee. You had smoked hear and there before coming onto the Maw, and when Dee had announced he was taking a smoke break, you had followed. It was rare, yes, but it was nice. You got to spend some time alone with him. “Can I have a draw?” you ask, and you saw him jump just a little, startled from your sudden appearance. But he held the white stick out to you with no question. Taking it, you took a small draw from the cigarette before offering it back to Dee. “You can have the rest.” He waved you off, turning his head away to cough slightly. “Thanks.” You smile, taking a deeper draw and allowing the smoke to slowly leave your lips. You slipped down to sit on the edge of the walkway, your feet dangling off the sides. You felt like your feet were on fire and your back hurt but it was only for a little while, then it would back to normal. When the Maw was under and you weren’t needed by guests, you spent your time as more of a general assistant to anyone who needed it. Sometimes Roger needed help with maintaining the lower quarters and sometimes the Lady asked you to clean her quarters. But most of your time was spent in the kitchen with the twins. even towards the end of the visit to the surface you would be seen in the kitchen when you weren’t upstairs. You would help with the dishes mostly and while you hated doing them, it was the company that kept you sane. Dom, the youngest of the two, was rather sweet and somewhat innocent. He just wanted to please people and didn’t really like being yelled at. you found he responded well to you if something had went wrong because you would explain to him why it was wrong and what he could do to fix it or avoid it happening again. Unlike Dee or Roger who would instantly get frustrated and snap at him. You didn’t blame them. The lady was a strict woman. You had all covered up for Dom at some point or another to protect him from her wrath. Even if Dee was frustrated and angry, he would rather take the fall for his brother than hand him over to the lady if she was angry. Dee, on the other hand, was rougher around the edges. He had a dry wit about him with a heavy dose of sarcasm when needed. At first, you couldn’t tell when he was joking, but now you were more comfortable with him and even if he was serious and you misjudged it, you could get him out of a mood. Most of the time, at least. Both twins were nearly double your height and wide, which had made them intimidating as all hell at the start. You saw them hauling massive bit of meat like it weighed nothing and although you never admitted it at the time, you found it rather attractive. Something drew you to the twins, more specifically to Dee. Maybe it was some silly girly thought of a man being able to pick you up like you weighed nothing or maybe the more primal need to seek out the strongest to protect you. whatever the reason, you gravitated to Dee. “Busy?” he asked, drawing you from your thoughts. “Very.” You nodded, taking one final draw before stubbing it out before dropping it in the small bowl the two of you used for the buds. It was nearly filled, but you would empty it tomorrow if you remembered. “Have you eaten?” Dee watched as you pushed yourself up to stand and the two of you walked back to the doorway as you shook your head. “No, I’ll grab something after-“ You were about to list a few things you wanted to do but Dee interrupted you. “I’ll make you something now.” His voice carried an air of authority that sent a tingle down your spin. You knew better than to argue with him. You followed him into the kitchen, past the pantry where Dom was re arranging the produce that would go out of date quicker. You waved to him and he returned your greeting but continued on with his work. the large kitchen was hot, but not unbearable by any means. Dee nodded to the table at the other side of the kitchen and you instantly understood. You normally sat on top of a box or two if your feet were sore while working. Or if the three of you were eating. But it had been so busy that you barley saw anyone for longer than 10 minutes. Even your smoke breaks were few and far between. You walked over and pulled a box out so you could sit atop it. The counter top was rather clean, with a few items like carrots and such littering the area around it. Dee stood at a pot, holding a bowl as he used a ladle to pour some soup into it. He set the bowel on top of a large plate and then grabbed some small rolls to pu ton the side. Dee bought the plate over to you, picking up a spoon on the way. “Sorry it aint much, doll.” He places the food in front of you but you shake your head. “No its perfect.” You smiled gratefully before grabbing a roll and pulling it in two. “I don’t know how much I could eat right now. Watching them all stuffing their faces kinda put me off a big meal.” “Yeah, that’ll happen. First time Dom went up, he didn’t want to eat any meat for a few days.” Dee nodded, understanding. Dee moved over to stir a few things that were cooking while Dom came in and out of the kitchen, swapping out some of the ingredients. It was nice, just sitting watching them go about their duties. You heard a creak from below and a door open. “Rogers coming.” You called to them, not looking up from your food as you dunked your bread in. you heard Dee chuckle before getting a similar plate and bowl ready for the janitor. Sure enough, Roger came in, grumbling a little. You asked what was wrong, but he waved you off as he climbed onto the table. “Just washed that table.” Dee growled from the other side fo the kitchen and Roger grumbled but moved to sit on a box similar to yours. “Can we eat yet?” Dom called as he poked his head in the room, obviously noticing the gathering crowd at the table. “Suppose we’d better join you’s.” Dee nodded to his brother who was quick to gather bowls and plates for him and his twin. Soon enough, the four of you were sitting round the table. Dee had dragged two chairs over for him and Dom. The boxes supported you or roger, but you doubted they would hold the brothers weight. You didn’t mean that badly. Both Dom and Dee were able to eat through their masks, which concealed their true faces. You had only seen glimpses. Grey skin with sharp teeth. It fascinated you to no end. Everyone ate in a comfortable silence. In fact, you were all very tired and sore from the days hard labour that you doubted you could hold a lively conversation. During the time between visits, the servants of the Maw ate together rather frequently. Roger might only join for evening meals and not talk a lot, but you think he must like the company. And while the time between starting and finish the meal was quiet, the evenings were spent with a nice conversation before you all parted ways to go to bed. Tonight, the phrase ‘the food never touched the side of the bowl’ was the first thing that sprang to mind. Everyone was starving so the soup and bread was quickly eaten. You had passed through earlier in the day and grabbed a plain roll just to eat in the elevator on your way up, but that had been it and you were sure the others weren’t much better than you. you pushed your empty plate and bowl away so you could lean on the table and rest your head in your arms. You were tired, but unlike the others who would be able to sleep till tomorrow, you would be required to get up if a guest rang for you. you felt yourself starting to doze on the table, only drawn in and out by the conversation between Dom and Roger once they were finished. Apparently, Roger needed to fix something, but it was a two person job. You felt the eyes of all three of them flash to you before Dom offered to help instead. you drifted in and out, hearing the faint sound of movement but nothing to make you look up or draw your eyes open. Not until you felt a hand on your back. “Come on, love. Can’t have you drooling on the table.” Dee spoke softly to you, adding a small chuckle at the end. You liked it when he spoke to you like his because it seemed to be a tone reserved only for you. “How do you know I haven’t already drooled?” You called through your arms, your voice crackling a little from lack of use, but you were still audible to make Dee chuckle. “Then you’ll be cleaning it up.” Dees hand retreats from your back as you heard a few from the table being moved. Looking up, you saw the others had left. “Wheres the others?” You asked, sitting up and stretching. You saw Dee had taken the bowls and placed them on the side to go to the dish room. “Went to replace a pipe or something.” He shrugged. “Left about an hour ago.” “An hour?!” You sat bolt upright, your voice going high as you stared wide eyed at Dee. “You should have woke me. Oh god, im sorry. Did-“ You started to ramble, quickly getting to your feet but then you felt suddenly dizzy from standing too quickly. “Whoah.” Dee was in front of you in a heartbeat, his hands on your shoulder and steadying you. “You want water?” you shook your head, holding one of your hands on your forehead to try and steady yourself. “Im fine. Just dizzy.” You look up at him. “Yer looking a little pale.” Dee sounded very concerned as he crouched down a little, so he was on eyelevel with you. “im fine, I promise.” You smile, reached over and placing your free hand on his hand that rested on your shoulder. You squeezed it, thankful that you had someone who seemed to genuinely care for your wellbeing. “Still, maybe you should stay down here for a bit.” He then goes to grab a chair and brings it over for you. “No, its fine. I can sit on the box.” You look to the side at the crate you had been sitting on but Dee was having none of it. “And what if you have a little fainting spell? Fall back and crack your head open?” Dee asked you, obviously meaning for it be rhetorical but you shrugged. “don’t worry. I’ll clean up my own blood.” You smirked at him but sat down in the chair nonetheless that he had placed down behind you and now stood with his hands on the frame. Reaching over your shoulder, you placed your hand on top of his own. “Thanks, Dee. you’re too good to me.” “You have no idea.” He chuckled but moved away as if burned suddenly. When you turned, he had busied himself with walking round you and picking up the final bowl that seemed to be his own. He called over his shoulder to you. “What do you want tomorrow?” “Sleep.” You called back. “Food.” He replied with one word as you had, making you laugh as you pondered your options. “Could you make that stew I like?” You ask, wondering if it would be too much prep for him. The thing was that you all had your own kitchens apart from the twins. Your own quarters and rogers both came with small kitchen that were meant for you to use for all your meals, with full use of the ingredients in the kitchen. In theory, Dee and Dom could tell you to cook for yourself. But they never did. “’course.” He nodded, a small chuckle seemingly indicating that he had some kind of idea about what you would want. You couldn’t help but smile as Dee stood at the large pot that was heating at the back of the room. He stirred it a few times before adding some carrots he must have chopped up while you were sleeping. Standing up, this time a little slower than before, you crossed the kitchen to him. “I’d better get back upstairs.” You reach out and rest your hand on his arm. “Be carful.” Dee instantly said, and you understood. A guest or two had been known to chase you if they saw you at night. They thought you were just a tall child or something to eat. “I will.” You smile, touched by his concern before you started to walk to the elevator. You heard a slight huff and then footsteps. “I’ll walk yah back.” Dee’s voice called to you and you paused to let him catch up. Once he was beside you, you only moved away from his side to press the button for the elevator. The two of you stepped inside and he pressed the button for the level up. Your quarters were located just before the guests floor, between the kitchen and dining area. It was small, about the side of an apartment with a bedroom, living room and kitchen. The bathroom was connected directly to your bedroom which made you feel like you had more of an en suite than a bathroom. The elevator pinged and Dee stepped out first, glancing around before you followed. It was unlikely a guest would even find their way here, but you were thankful that he was willing to check for you. “You’re incredibly sweet, Dee.” You smiled as you followed him out. You reached out and placed your hand on his broad back. “simply returning the favour.” He stepped to the side, allowing you to slip past him and into your living room as you let out a yawn. “Get some sleep, love.” “You should take your own advice.” You called over your shoulder as you made your way to your bedroom. But you paused just as you reached for your handle. Turning around, you walked back to Dee. he started to ask what was wrong, but you silenced him by throwing your arms around his shoulder and resting your head on his chest in a hug. “Thank you, Dee.” you whispered to him as you felt his massive arms engulf your body and his warmth made you sigh contently. “Aint a problem, love.” His voice was soft and quite, seeming to break a little as he held you. Touch had always been such an important thing to you. the physical contact made you feel safe and secure, and no one offered it better than Dee. Pulling back, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, his eyes closing at the contact as he sucked in a short gasp of air. He turned his head so he was face to face with you, his lips only mere centimetres away. You could his true ones under the mask, and you couldn’t help yourself as you leaned forward. But Dee apparently had the same need, closing the gap and meeting you half way. His lips pressed against your own in an almost timid fashion but once he felt you kissing him, his lips moved against your own with more need. His hands pulled you flush against his body a soft but deep groan left his throat. One of your hands travelled up with the intention of touching his cheek, but you felt your fingers brush over the edge of the mask. Curiosity forced you to do it again, this time you fingers slipped under the mask, touching his skin. His real skin. it was warmer than the mask, and rough to touch but seemed to send a shock through him. Dees hand gripped your waist and pushed you away from him, causing you to stumble back suddenly. you were both panting and now staring at each other in shock. He was shocked by your touch and you by his sudden actions. Dee was the first to pull himself together, standing up and turning away from you. “get some sleep.” He called over his shoulder as he moved back to the elevator, but it sounded more like he was snapping at you. like it was more of a demand rathe than out of concern. “Dee?” you called after him, your voice trembling as the full weight of what had happened hit you. and you realised what you might lose. he didn’t respond, entering the elevator and pressing the button with a shaking finger. “Dee?” You called out again, moving to the elevator in a panic. Just as he turned to look at you, the doors slammed shut and he was gone. You were left alone and terrified of what was to happen. Was everything ruined now? All because of your touch?

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