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3wisellamas · 3 days ago

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Tenna the Lightner

So I just did a replay of chapter 3, finding all the little things I missed the first time (like Tenna's Pipis Room embarrassingly enough), but there's a thread I've noticed throughout this whole playthrough: Tenna is one WEIRD Darkner. Like, weirder than most. I'd even go as far as to suggest he might not even fully be a Darkner at all, at least not in his own mind.

Something to note is that while a lot of Darkners seem to know their own histories, and to be at least aware of the Light World and their object forms, it's not until TV World that we really see how deep that knowledge goes. King tells us how he was betrayed by the Lightners and of his desire for revenge, but doesn't say much about them beyond that -- as if he's only aware of Lightners as a concept, unknowable gods whose presence can no longer be felt. Queen, also, explicitly sees Lightners solely as their search history, and as a computer she doesn't really...interpret those searches correctly, to say the least. Even Spamton and the other Addisons, whose entire existence revolves around advertising specifically to Lightners, don't seem to be too aware of them beyond their job.

But Tenna. Oh boy. Tenna LIVES more in the Light World than the Dark World. Let's begin with the biggest piece of evidence: This image.

This stopped me in my tracks when I first played chapter 3, because of how out of place it is. Even with TV Worlders in general being slightly more aware of Kris and the rest of the Dreemurr family than other Darkners, this image and Tenna's accompanying comment stand out as the first time ANY Darkner has proven they can perceive the Light World directly. Spamton had a blue sky and a sun painted in his shop, things that don't exist at all in the Dark World, but not an actual photo like this. How in the world did Tenna even get this picture of himself, I wonder? Did he have a Shuttah snap it while someone was carrying a mirror nearby? However it happened, the important part is TENNA CAN SEE THE LIGHT WORLD. And in particular, HE CAN SHOW IMAGES OF IT TO OTHER DARKNERS. Note that, at the beginning of all three boards, he shows (or has Mike show) photos including blue skies and sun, more than likely where Spamton got his own idea of "Heaven" to paint.

More rambling under the cut; I'm just getting warmed up here.

There's also the fact that, while other Darkners will acknowledge their Light World forms and even where they're located -- Queen straight-up saying she's a computer, Pippins mentioning they've been lost in the couch, that one Zapper that knew he was from Catti's house, Lancer and Rouxls hopping into your inventory as playing cards -- Tenna is also the first Darkner to identify and talk about his Light World form as if it's his own body, right down to saying he'd join in adventures if he wasn't plugged into the wall and that he'd look better with a tan -- his LIGHT WORLD form specifically would look better with one, that is. He also isn't just limited to knowing about and identifying as his Light World form, either, if he really switched on that music video himself after you give him to Mettaton -- aside from...whatever was going on with Spamton and that glitch egg Noelle encountered in her game, we haven't seen any evidence at all that other Darkners are able to take any physical action on their own, outside of the Dark World. If Tenna can change his own channels, which would necessate physically turning his own dial, and possibly even use this ability to communicate with Lightners in some sapient way as I've seen LOTS of fanartists suggest, it's an ability unique to him!

There's also another moment where he shows more extensive knowledge of the Light World than any other Darkner we've yet encountered, one I think is even more damning:

If you get S-rank on either board and access the special dressing room, Ramb reveals to you that Tenna reprogrammed the video games he has you play himself, using an existing video game as a base. It looks like that wasn't all he was able to do with this skill, though -- while the above effort is clearly unfinished given that you can easily glitch it out with the camera, it's still scarily accurate for someone who's stuck plugged into the wall in the living room, and stuck as a Darkner unable to explore the Dreemurr house on his own. Again, I wonder how he got this knowledge -- did Kris share their house layout with Tenna at some point? Did Shuttah snap photos of the rest of the house? Did Tenna, as my friend suggested, send a bunch of Pippins on an expedition to roll across the floor into the kitchen? Regardless of how he got the knowledge from his limited vantage point, Tenna knows his own house very well, in a surprising amount of detail at that, and he specifically reprogrammed a game to be able to explore it himself.

I think that's the key to my theory: Tenna wants to know about and explore the house he inhabits, and not the Dark World created from it. Hell, he barely has ANYTHING to do with his own Dark World -- at certain points in the chapter, a Shuttah will describe what things were like before Tenna came, and what lies beyond his studio. At one point they describe a "great wilderness" that's clearly supposed to be the kitchen -- "frozen waste" (the refrigerator), "watery basin" (the sink), and "metal desert" (stove or oven), as well as the "purple cliffs" that are definitely supposed to be either the couch or stairs. At another point towards the end they mention others who left for "the far land", and that a "legend old hermit" knows the way; as far as I can tell at this point, this has to be referring to the toys and books Toriel took from home to her classroom, with fellow teacher Gerson possibly being the hermit?

But all of this is outside of Tenna's studio, where he's in control -- literally, the guy can and does do whatever the heck he wants in there, laws of physics be damned. The STUDIO is TV World, but it lies within a much, much larger Dark World taking up the rest of the Dreemurr house. A Dark World Tenna clearly wants absolutely nothing to do with, and why would he? He's not in control. The Darkners there don't cater to his whims, aren't bound to his contracts. He's built his own world, whose entire purpose is to be whatever he wants it to be...

And he builds it to resemble the Light World. Or, to encapsulate his family's Light World.

Literally everything in Tenna's studio is a memory of the Dreemurr family, HIS family. The cowboy shows Asgore used to enjoy, he has a set for that. The cooking shows Toriel used to watch, and the kids used to make fun of, he has a set for that. All of his prizes, from the floral cowboy shower curtains to the chocolate candy to the sink fur traps to the talker-backer(?) are geared toward an individual member of the family, save for two -- the Ralsei plush (either for Ralsei, assuming Tenna thinks he's a relative, or for us, the player, as others have pointed out), and the family car (which Tenna admits he drives every day himself if you visit his bonus room! In other words, HE INCLUDED A PRIZE MEANT FOR HIMSELF AS A MEMBER OF THE DREEMURR FAMILY). And it also extends to his memories of the Holidays as well with Dess' music video channel, and even a song she herself enjoyed and shared with her younger sister.

(Yes, Raise Up Your Bat is a real song in-universe. And Tenna must've enjoyed it himself too, if he kept it around!)

All of this is not just a cry for his family's attention, to go back to watching him, but to be included in their lives beyond that. His fondest memory is of being watched by everyone during the holidays, with an area just outside the walls of his studio even modeled after that, with snow and Christmas trees scaled up to Tenna-size. But, more importantly, I feel like he enjoyed being a part of the family in those moments, not just being watched by them. He watched his family shrink from that point, until no one tuned in anymore, and he doesn't seem to be aware of where they all went -- Tenna's shocked when Kris tells him Asriel went away to college, like he didn't even notice the kid who'd enjoyed video games with Tenna grew up. He suggests Asgore return to watch the cowboy show he liked, and DESS return as well, as if he's unaware of what happened with her (Maybe. Tenna does backpedal a bit on that one -- I'm guessing he HAD to have at least seen the news reports of her disappearance.) Notably, he doesn't actually mention Toriel's and Asgore's divorce, only them arguing, claiming it's a normal thing for couples to do -- COUPLES, as in still together, not former partners. In general, for someone so obsessed with his family's attention, he either pays very little attention to them in turn, or he's locked out of the loop, and given he frequently asks Kris about specific people I'm guessing it's actually the latter. Tenna is not aloof, he's driven by loneliness and desperately WANTS to know about his favorite viewers! He misses them dearly, in more ways than just as an audience, and that might be a big motivation for why he modeled his game after the house, a subconcious desire to escape from his own reality and find out for himself.

We also have someone we can look at for another side to this: Ramb. The guy's a Plugboy explicitly stated to be from Cyber World, even fondly recounting his own memories of Queen, Swatch, and Spamton. But while he now lives in TV World, he doesn't belong there -- that one Pippins mentions that, despite themself being from Card Kingdom they didn't turn to stone because they fit in with the other inhabitants, but Ramb never did, and so he became a statue in the end. Like Tenna, Ramb also has a very close attachment to Kris, someone who played with him as a toy and broke him out of his normal role -- I feel like this makes him a nice foil for Tenna, who might also feel as though he doesn't belong, as attached to the Light World as he is. Tenna breaks a LOT of the rules Ralsei sets forth for Darkners like himself, even if he still wants to fulfill his purpose of entertaining the Lightners above all else. He's understandably devastated by the idea that he's due to be thrown away, for being old and obsolete -- and rather than accepting it as Ralsei suggests, the idea that he's gotten old breaks Tenna completely and he does what he can to ENSURE he won't be tossed onto the curb. He captures Toriel and is willing to hand her over to the Knight, and also captures and tortures Kris and Susie for even suggesting that they're tired of playing his games. And most interestingly, with them trapped in prize balls, he takes it upon himself to play the game for them -- Tenna gladly becomes Player 1, something Ralsei has to be FORCED into, stating it's something he's not supposed to be! I also find it interesting that, despite not even having a chair for himself nor even a reason to be there (having an in-game avatar to give hints instead), Tenna absolutely insists on joining the Fun Gang for the video game rounds, with his absences to take calls only being temporary, rushing back in to rejoin afterward. It could be Tenna wanting to keep an eye on them, making sure they don't try to leave and/or see their reaction to the games he created, but more than that, I get the feeling he just wants to be included, since these are the moments he gets especially chatty and friendly and un-host-like, letting his antennae down so to speak, like he's just playing video games with his friends and/or sibling!

There's also a couple very subtle hints that, like Ramb, Tenna doesn't really feel like he belongs in TV World, at least not anymore, and his desperation to maintain control of his former employees during the latter part of the chapter could partially stem from that. His shame over keeping a Pipis being one, and the other...well. It seems pretty benign to a Lightner, but from a Darkner's point of view Tenna playing a "TV Statue" in the Suziezilla game has to give one pause:

Finally, there's the specific, loaded words Tenna uses in Castle Town for being given to another Lightner to enjoy: "Adopt." "Forever home."

Tenna doesn't just want new viewers, he wants a new FAMILY. And specifically, he doesn't want a Darkner family, he wants to become part of another LIGHTNER family! Because he saw himself as a Dreemurr, until Toriel wanted to get rid of him. A lot of people like to point out Tenna's mental health issues coming from being a child of divorce, but I'd say there's a little child abandonment and social isolation going on in that TV head of his too. Maybe that's why he and Susie get along so well, given her own implied neglect, and is one of many reasons why Tenna so urgently wants to impress Kris, another non-goat monster welcomed into the family.

In a lot of ways, Tenna turns the formula established in the first two chapters of Deltarune on its head. In those, we had a main boss character, a cruel ruler whose presence dominates their particular Dark World and whose plans involve destroying or expanding into the Light World. And then, a secret boss hidden somewhere in the chapter, requiring effort to find / battle but always with certain themes behind them: Freedom. Reaching beyond the Dark World's confines into "Heaven." If you look at Tenna, he's the latter type of boss rather than the former: He cruelly rules his studio, sure, but it's just a small part of the larger Dark World, his sphere of influence basically limited to those he suckers into signing his contracts. He isn't even the final boss for his chapter, with the Knight taking that role. He has zero ambitions at all for the Light World, but he knows of it far more extensively than other Darkners, with its entertainment literally beamed into his antennae at all times, and in his own way Tenna yearns to reach out to it in turn, to gain his freedom from obsolescence. To break the rules, and be more than just an old, obsolete Darkner.

#in short: tobias fox please let us hug the tv #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarune tenna

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osohchoso · 18 hours ago

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Shattered Ice

Chapter Eight- Stargazing

Hockey player!Choso x F!reader, ex bf!Toji x F!reader

Previous | Chapter Index | Class list | Chapter 9 Coming soon!

Content: college au, hockey au, drinking, party games, vomiting, suggestive content MDNI

Choso art by @aransmind png from @thepngpixie dividers @cyberangel-graphics

You had never seen so many players in the penalty box. Suguru sat beside Choso, a palm pressed to the goalies back as Choso’s head hangs between his hands. Sukuna, Hiromi, Yuki, Kento, Yu and a few others you don't recognize; all of them smashed inside the box together.

All hell had broken loose the second Choso skated off the ice. The team had his back, immediately taking their rage out on the other team for Toji’s aggression. Screw hockey, this was more like fight club.

Moral of the story... never fuck with a goalie.

The Assassins were now leading by two points, the Curses struggling as many of their best players were off the ice. You recognize some of them as freshmen, struggling to fill the shoes of their upperclassmen. They were trying their best, but they just weren’t as experienced.

Haruta had the puck, skating toward the opposing team's goal when it was stolen right from underneath his nose. The opposing player passes the puck to another teammate, who shoots it easily into the Curse's goal. If Choso was out there, he could have stopped it easily, but instead it was Mahito, who still has a lot to learn.

They were fucked.

The last few minutes dragged by painfully. For the first time this season, your team has lost. The defeated players make their way back to the locker room. You spot Choso, lagging slightly behind, Yuki at his side patting his back as they disappear from view.

“Woah…that sure was something,” Satoru comments as he kicks back in the chair, resting his feet on the empty seat in front of him. “Seriously, who knew Kamo could fight like that?”

“He always could” Eso chimes in. “Though he is usually pretty laid back, he will snap if you say the wrong thing.”

That only makes you wonder what your ex could have said to piss him off so bad. There was no way it was just the usual hockey trash talk, he hit a nerve. Something personal.

“He once got suspended in high school for fighting.” Eso continues. “Yuki had a crush on some older guy, asked him out, and got turned down right away. Him and his friends then spread hateful rumors around the school about her, destroying her image and confidence. Choso couldn’t stand to see his friend so upset, so he took him and all his friends on…and won.”

“Yuki!?” Shoko chimes in, now fully paying attention at the sound of her friend’s name. “Like our Yuki? Yuki Tsukumo?”

“Yes, they went to high school together. You didn’t know that?” Eso cocks his head to the side, his brows knitting together in confusion. To him, it seemed like such obvious information. It surprised him that none of you knew. You and your friends all shake your head no. “Even though she was a grade above, they were best friends. Possibly Choso’s only friend that wasn’t us.”

You had no idea that Yuki and Choso had so much history. He never mentioned it before. But as you think back on it, it made sense. At the after parties, the two always seemed to be near each other, teasing each other and laughing. Sometimes during stretches, you noticed them goofing off, racing around the rink, and smacking each other with their sticks. You never thought anything of it before.

You want to ask more, learn more about his past and this friendship you never knew about.

“Hey Eso,” Kechizu taps his brother’s shoulder to get his attention. “It’s getting late.” Yuji was asleep on your lap. His eyes could barely stay open the last few minutes of the game, eventually lolling his head to the side until it rested against your shoulder.

“You're right, we have a long drive too.” The two of them stand from their seats. “Come on Yuji, it’s time to go.” His hand gently shakes his sleeping brother.

“Don’t wanna!” Yuji grumbles, turning to cling tighter to you. You let out a slight laugh and hug him close.

“You need to go to Yuji, but I’ll come see you again soon. I’ll have Choso take me to your tee-ball games when they start. How does that sound?” He peers up at you with round eyes, still glossy from sleep.

“You promise?”

“I promise,” You assure him, locking your pinky with his. This seems to comfort him enough to leave. One last hug and he hops down to join his older brothers.

“It was nice meeting you, we are going to say bye to Choso and head back.” Eso wraps you in a hug of his own, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Take care of Choso for us, I know he can be a handful sometimes.” A deep rumble of laughter from his throat, reminding you so much of his older brother.

“I will,” you murmur back. He pulls away and scoops Yuji into his arms before he could start to complain how tired his legs were. “Drive safe! It was nice meeting you!” You call to the three of them as they leave toward the locker room.

Your friends decide to wait until the arena clears out more before attempting to leave, not wanting to deal with the crowds as everyone rushes out. Leaning back in your chair, you listen to their conversations, Satoru and Utahime constantly bickering as Shoko eggs them both on for her own amusement. You only half pay attention, your mind wandering over the events of tonight.

You have to admit, Choso looked good while fighting. All sweaty and bloody, it did things to you. Made your heart skip a beat while a fire was lit in your core. But the fact that your ex was the whole reason for the fight made you feel uneasy. Just a bad feeling about whatever Toji might have said to him.

“Right…ready to go?” Satoru’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “Ready to return to Sukuna’s Domain.” He mocks the name, offering you a hand. You grab it and he hoists you up from the chair.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You stretch your limbs, sore from sitting for so long.

The sky was dark, the last fleeting traces of the sun fading on the horizon, stars waiting for their turn to shine. Though being in the city, you never could get a great view of the stars. That is something you miss about home. Some nights, you and your family would just lie outside and look up at the glittering sky, your dad pointing out all the constellations and explaining the myths surrounding them, which you memorized over time.

Satoru leads your group over to where Suguru is, his back leaning against the metal railing while talking to Kento and Yu. The three of them look up when they hear footsteps, Suguru’s bright smile on his face at the sight of his boyfriend.

A loud sound from the side makes you jump. You spin your head in the direction to see Choso, he dropped his oversized equipment bag on the pavement before plopping down on a bench away from the large forming group. He hangs his head over his lap, palms on his temples as his fingers grip the wet hair of his bangs.

“I'll catch up with you later.” You turn to Shoko, who gives you a concerned look.

“We will be leaving soon y'know, I don't want to leave you here alone.” You can hear the guilt in her voice from the last few times you have been abandoned.

“I won’t be alone.” You point at Choso with your thumb over your shoulder. Shoko gives you a sly look. “I’ll meet up with you at the party, I promise.”

“Fine, but call me immediately if something goes wrong.” She pulls you into a tight hug while adding. “If he doesn't return you in one piece, I will retrieve my medical tools from the lab and perform an emergency castration.”

“Shoko!!”

She releases you from her grip, shrugging and sticking her tongue out at you. Rolling your eyes, you walk toward Choso’s direction.

He doesn’t look up as you approach, the grip on his hair tightening. You sit down next to him, your side pressed against his. He smells good, the blood scrubbed clean during his post-game shower.

“Hey,” he murmurs somberly, he doesn’t need to look up to know it’s you.

“Hey.” You echo. “Don’t rip your pretty hair out.” He instantly drops his hands at your words, fingers gripping his kneecaps. His knuckles were red and irritated, a testament to the harsh beating Toji received. Yet he still doesn’t look over at you.

“I fucked up…” He sighs. “It’s all my fault. I lost us this game. If only I didn't–” He lets out a loud groan. “If i would have just kept my cool out there.”

“It was one game, Choso. No one is mad at you–”

“It's still my fault!” He cuts you off, sinking deeper into the bench so his head leans back against the wooden back, staring straight up at the dark sky. “If I wasn’t sent off the ice, we would still be undefeated right now. If I just would have…ugh!”

“You can’t just blame yourself, I saw how Suguru, Sukuna and the others defended you. All those guys had your back, they all made the decision to attack and get sent to the box with you. They could have remained on the ice instead of forcing all the newbies out at once. They could have chosen to focus on the game, but they didn't. Losing was a team effort.”

“Guess you're right.” He snorts, finally rolling his head to face you. The streetlamps illuminate his face, making the blooming bruise under his left eye even more obvious. Part of you wishes you could see the damage left behind on Toji. “I just feel awful that I snapped when my brothers were here, when Yuji was watching. I’m supposed to be his role model. I didn’t want him to witness me fighting like that…but I just couldn’t control it. I couldn’t stop myself.”

“What did he even say to you?”

Choso was quiet for a moment, chewing his bottom lip as he debated whether to tell you or not.

“Something that made my blood boil.” He answers firmly, offering no further elaboration. You want to pry for more details, but you have a feeling it isn’t the time, so you drop the issue for now.

“I covered Yuji’s eyes if that makes you feel any better.” His eyes widen at you. “Didn’t want to have him watch his brother get his ass beat.” You jab, knowing full well you never doubted Choso’s ability to win. Though the teasing comment seemed to have no effect on him.

“You're seriously the best,” he whispers, one of his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you closer, his other hand positions your legs to drape across his thick thigh before resting on top of your knee, his thumb rubbing small circles over the fabric of your jeans. A shiver runs through you when his cold nose meets your neck, hiding his face in your skin.

“How do you feel?” You ask.

“Sore” His breath is so warm, so close.

You reach for the hand on your leg, gently lifting it up close to your lips. You press feather-light kisses to the raw skin of his fist, causing his breath to hitch.

“I’m sorry, does that hurt?” You pause, worried you were making everything worse. His nose slowly drags across your neck as he shakes his head no. Smiling to yourself, you go back to kissing his injured skin. “You looked really hot today, especially watching you beat my ex.”

“Shut up!” He laughs while freeing his hand from your grip just to wrap them both around your waist, pulling you even closer, holding on tight like he was afraid to let go. He rested his chin on your shoulder, cheek pressed against your neck.

If the November air wasn’t so cold tonight, you could have stayed like this forever with him. A chill runs through you, shaking against his body.

“We should get going.” With arms still around you, he slowly stands, forcing you up as well. “Come on, let's get out of here and forget this shit night.” He releases you momentarily so he can sling his hockey bag over one shoulder, his other hand laces with yours as he drags you off toward the parking lot.

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“Happy Birthday!” A chorus of loud voices greet you both the second you set foot inside the house. Friends, teammates, random students. The house was packed full.

“Thanks,” Choso mutters quietly, his face heating up under all the attention. He turns to face you again. “I'll be back. I need to take this up to my room.” He motions his head to the heavy bag weighing down on his shoulder.

“Come find me later.” You offer a small smile, which he returns. You understand he likely needs a moment alone. To decompress from the events of today before he has to force his social battery to work overtime. He nods, turning and making his way up the creaking stairs that lead to his bedroom.

Turning around, you scan the bodies in the room, attempting to locate your friends. First, you notice Sukuna, already drunk out of his mind as he tells an exaggerated retelling of a score he made in the past to two girls, twins by the look of it. They appear interested in what he is saying, or at least pretending to be.

“Hey! You made it!” You turn your head in the direction of the voice, seeing a blur of her blonde hair for a split second before Yuki pulls you into a tight, suffocating hug.

“I told you I would,” you respond once she releases you, allowing you to breathe again.

“Come on, everyone else is in the kitchen right now.” She places a hand on your back as she ushers you through the crowd. Despite tonight's loss, everyone still seems to be in high spirits. The only one upset is Choso.

Your friends were waiting for you in the kitchen. Satoru was arguing with Utahime about something while Suguru just watched, giggling to himself as he sipped his drink. Shoko's eyes light up the moment you enter the tight space between the sticky tile countertops.

“Here ya go!” She hands you a red solo cup, holding her's out to cheers. You take the cup eagerly and clink the plastic brims together.

“Just a few drinks,” you say it more like a warning than a statement. “I do not want to end up like the last time I was here. Take it easy on me.” You sigh as you take your first sip, fruit juice and the sting of liquor coating your palate.

“Oh, don't worry, I won't make you go overboard tonight.” Shoko smiles, looking mischievous but her words are genuine. She shuffles closer, whispering for just you to hear. “So…did he kiss you yet?”

“No.” You try to hide your disappointment, but she picks up on it immediately.

“Ugh, what is taking him so long? It is soo obvious you two like each other bad.”

“That obvious?”

“To anyone with eyes,” she leans back on the counter behind her as she sighs. “You will get a kiss tonight, I can feel it.”

“If not by him, then by me.” Satoru invites himself into the conversation, puckering his lips jokingly. You just roll your eyes in response, a small giggle escaping you.

“Ooo! What are we talking about!?” Yuki excitedly enters the conversation.

“Nothing!” You quickly fire back, earning a suspicious look from the blonde, her eyes narrowed. You weren't sure how much of the conversation she overheard.

It's not that you don't like Yuki, she has always been friendly and fun to hang out with in the past. If it were any other guy, you would have no problem opening up to her. But learning about how she and Choso have history makes you hesitate. Are they really just friends, or was there ever anything more between them?

“Birthday boy sure is taking his sweet time,” Yuki exclaims dramatically, moving on before things become awkward between you and her.

“Wonder if he fell asleep up there,” Suguru teases.

“Why don't we play a little game while we wait?” She claps her hands together.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” Shoko smiles at her.

“Fuck, marry, kill?” She asks, your other friends murmur agreements.

You seem to tone most of it out as you sip your drink, listening to your friends laugh back and forth. No one was off limits; friends, celebrities, professors from KU. But your mind was distracted, wondering if Choso would ever come out of his room or if you should sneak up there to check on him.

“Your turn!” Shoko squeezes your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. Yuki is pouring a heavy hand of tequila into a solo cup as she ponders who to give you as your options.

“Give me a good one!” You challenge, which she returns with a smirk, her eyes scanning the crowd of party guests.

“Okay…Mahito.” Yuki pauses, laughing as you visibly cringe. “Sukuna. And…” Her eyes go wide, a smile on her lips. “Choso!”

“Easy!” You say confidently, not missing a beat, ignoring the fact she is looking past you. “Obviously, marry Choso-”

“What's this about getting married?” You hear his deep voice behind you, his breath brushing past your ear. Yuki hands the drink she was making to him, which he eagerly accepts. Your face heats up in embarrassment. She wasn't listing him as an option…she was announcing his presence.

You catch a glance at him, his hair now fully dried and tied up in his usual spikes. You just barely notice the way his lips mouth the word ‘wife’ at you before taking a long sip of his drink, eyes locked with yours. He breaks off in a cough.

“God damn, Yuki! Are you trying to kill me?” He looks into his cup, disgusted. “What even is in here?”

“Relax, it's just tequila and a bit of juice. It's your birthday, time to let loose.” She clinks the plastic rim of her glass to his. “Once you get this one down, the rest will be easy!”

“Right…” he sighs before chugging the remnants of his drink. He shoves the empty cup into your hands, leaning down so his lips almost touch your ear. “Can you make me another…and something better than whatever she tried to poison me with. Please?”

“Of course.” You wrap your fingers around the cup and move to the counter where the mixers and liquor sit. You set his cup next to yours on the surface, both empty, as you ponder the ingredients. You pour in some tequila, but much less than Yuki used, topping it off with ginger beer and a squeeze of lime.

When you turn around, you see him leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, his chest popping tightly from the V in his shirt. You pass the cup to him, his fingertips brushing yours when he takes it. He brings the drink up to his lips, taking a big sip as you watch and wait for his review.

“Ah…you're an angel,” he smiles at you. “This is delicious.” He goes in for another sip before setting it down.

Suddenly, you wish the two of you would have ended up skipping the party and spent the whole night just you and him.

“Oh! Before I forget! I got you a cake!” Yuki runs to the fridge and pulls out a large sheet cake with bright red frosting letters that spell out ‘Happy Birthday Choso!’

“Yuki…you shouldn't have.” He watches as she sets the cake in front of him, Suguru already making quick work to stick in and light some candles. Yuki sucks in a breath of air and opens her mouth.

“Happy-”

“No…please don't sing” his face is already turning red, as he cuts her off. Turning to look at her with pleading eyes “Please.”

“Fine.” she pouts. “But you still have to blow your candles out and make a wish.”

His eyes lock with the flickering flames, thinking long and hard about what he wants to wish for, even though it is an easy choice. His lips part and a gust of air is blown from his lungs, extinguishing the fires.

Choso backs up from the candles and looks at you, Satoru practically pushing him out of the way to snag the first slice of cake.

“Wanna go outside for a second?” He asks, you nod, grabbing your cup and his as you follow him out to the back porch. He digs in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, taking one out to place it between his lips. His other hand fumbles for the lighter, sparking up the cig. Letting out an exhale, he sits on the porch steps and pats the spot beside him.

You join him, pressing your side into his to stay warm.

“You doing okay?” You nudge him playfully. After another drag on his cigarette, he turns to you and nods.

“Yeah…just was feeling a bit overwhelmed. That's all.”

“We can sit out here all night if you want.” You offer, taking another small sip from your cup. He lets out a low laugh.

“No matter how much I would prefer that, I know Yuki, Suguru and the others would never let that happen. ‘You can't just sit out here and stare at the sky all night,’” his impersonation of Yuki was spot on. He tilts his head up to the black sky above, a few lone stars dot the sky but nothing compared to the beautiful galaxies you could view in your hometown. “I wish we could see the stars better.”

“Me too. I miss the sky back home, the stars would shine so bright. We could lie back in the grass and get lost for hours and hours.” You feel a bit homesick. Winter break can’t come soon enough. His attention is turned back on you as you speak. “Maybe someday I can show you.”

“I would really like that. My brothers and I have always lived near cities, so I've never had the full stargazing experience.” You watch him put the cigarette out, then reach up to discard it into the ashtray on the railing. After a sip of his drink, he leans his face closer to yours with a slight blush on his cheeks, your heart rate quickens.

“What did you wish for?” you ask, looking deeply into his eyes.

“If I told you that, it might not come true.” He raises a hand toward your face, the tip of his index finger tracing a path from your temples, down your cheeks and curling along your jaw until he meets your chin, tipping your face up slightly. His breath feels hot on your lips, a contrast to the chilly night air.

Your eyelashes flutter, closing them as you prepare for his lips to meet yours. It was finally happening. His nose brushed against yours, inches from sealing your lips with his.

“Choso! There you are!” Yuki's voice makes you both freeze, Choso moves his face back slightly but keeps his hand on your chin.

“What?” He flashes a side eye in her direction, annoyance seeping from his voice.

“Come on, this is your party! You can't stay out here all night!” She pouts, bending down slightly with her palms resting on her knees. You have to stifle your giggle when you realize Choso so easily predicted her exact reaction.

“Fine, be in there in a sec.” He rolled his eyes, still not looking her way. The scuffing of her boots on the wooden porch fades as she heads back inside through the sliding glass door. Choso’s eyes focus back on you, giving you an apologetic look for the interruption. “Guess it’s time we head back in.”

“Guess so.” You barely get the words out before he presses a sweet peck to your lips, quick and fleeting. When he releases your face, you notice the smile curve across his lips. As short as it was, it still managed to leave you breathless and craving more.

“Part one of my birthday wishes has already come true,” he announces as he stands up, reaching out for you. You place your hand inside his palm, and he tugs you up to stand next to him, leading you back into the chaos of the party.

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You were pacing yourself, riding the fine line of being tipsy without going overboard. A few drinks here and there to help maintain a buzz that kept you in the party mood.

But Choso was a whole other story.

You had never seen him so drunk. Or this social for that matter. He couldn’t stop hooking his finger in the corner of his lip to show off the chipped tooth from the aftermath of the fight with Toji and bragging about how he was the clear winner whenever someone brought it up. Obviously, he was no longer upset about losing the game.

Every time someone ran into him, they were offering him another drink, another shot. You honestly lost track of how many he ended up drinking up to this point. You tried to warn him; told him he would regret it in the morning. He didn’t seem to care.

You soon discovered that drunk Choso was also extremely clingy. He wanted you near him the whole night, his hand always somewhere on you. Holding you around your arm or waist, and at one point your hip, his fingers rubbing mindless circles through the fabric of your clothes, almost as if he was itching to remove them and feel your skin against his.

Eventually, your bladder was reaching its breaking point. You tried to slip out of his grasp for a moment, but he caught you by the wrist, tugging you to his chest while his other arm wrapped around you from behind, holding you hostage against him.

“Where do you think you're going?” He purrs, showing no sign of letting go.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“You're leaving me!?” Though he sounds like he's joking, you know part of him is seriously afraid you might disappear for the night. His bottom lip pokes out in an adorable pout and he holds you just a little bit tighter.

“Choso! I’m going to piss myself!” You scold him under your breath. At your announcement, he immediately lets go, his hands dropping to his side.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” His face turns red in embarrassment. “Uh…you remember where the bathroom is, right?”

“Yes, I'll be right back. Promise.” You turn and hurry up the stairs.

When you return, his eyes lit up, a smile bigger than you've ever seen him wear. He looked like a puppy whose master had just come home. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I missed you, angel.” He whispers with his lips pressed to your hair, his voice low and muffled. You don’t bother reminding him you've only been gone five minutes max, not when he was this happy to have you back in his arms.

While the party is still going on in full force, some of the crowd has thinned somewhat. Many of the guests turning in for the night or heading out to another party. Most of those who remain appear to be the hockey players and their close circles of friends outside of the team.

“There you are!” Shoko runs up to you, Choso hesitantly releases you from his grip to allow you to turn toward your friend. “We should do something!” Shoko slurs her words slightly, looking from you to Choso.

“Like what?” You tilt your head.

“Like a game!” She doesn't wait for you to respond before crawling up onto the nearest chair, almost losing her balance in the process. She cups her hands around her mouth to shout into the sea of people. “Who wants to play truth or dare?”

There is a beat of silence, everyone’s attention turned in her direction.

“What is this? High school?” Sukuna scoffs at the idea. You can't stand his arrogance, and you are compelled to defend your friend against him.

“I think it sounds fun, what do you think, Choso?” You look up at him, watching his head slowly nod. You wonder if he even understands what he has agreed to.

“Sounds like a great time!” Yuki chimes in, bouncing toward your group.

“Alright, if you want to play, meet us in the living room.” Shoko hops down from the chair and leads you and the others toward the open space on the floor, taking a seat on the carpet. You pick a spot across from her and Choso obediently sits beside you. You were surprised to see how many people ended up actually joining. Satoru, Suguru and Utahime, of course. But also Kento, Yu and Miguel. Hiromi walks over with a large slice of cake, taking the spot on Choso’s other side. Even Sukuna, despite his first reaction, decided to join in the end.

“Alright, everyone knows how to play, right?” Shoko gets everyone's attention, hearing a chorus of yeses amongst the circle. “Good. Let's start”

“Wait,” Choso’s voice pipes up. “What if someone doesn’t want to answer or do the dare?”

“Chicken.” Sukuna taunts him, which Choso seems to either not hear or ignore.

“Then you have to do a shot!” Yuki holds up a bottle of tequila for everyone to see.

“Fine.”

The game starts, most of the focus away from you two. Satoru seemed to steal the attention without fail, he answered every question and did each dare without a second thought. Yuki’s go to question was to ask what someone’s type was whenever they picked truth.

“I feel like we are being ignored,” You lean in to whisper to Choso.

“Mhm, that's fine…but if you're bored we can–”

“Choso!” Suguru’s voice stops him from finishing his thought. “I pick you, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever fantasized about someone in this room?” Choso glares at him. “It’s a yes or no answer,” Suguru teases when he remains silent.

He reaches for the tequila bottle, pouring a shot into the glass held by his shaky hand. Downing it quickly and refusing to answer altogether.

“Interesting.” Utahime smiles as she elbows you in the side.

“Choso! I'll pick you too!” Satoru’s voice announces his victim. You hear a small sigh from beside you as Choso prepares for whatever torture is to come, his hand still around the neck of the tequila bottle. “Pick someone to act out your favorite sex position with.” Choso doesn’t move an inch. “Come on! We are all waiting.” Satoru tilts his shades down to wink at you.

“No, absolutely not!” Choso pours himself another shot.

“My turn!” Shoko smiles at you devilishly. “Y/N, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” You answer.

“Is there anyone here you want to fuck?”

You catch Choso’s eye as he brings the shot glass up to his lips. You're not sure what possessed you to be so bold with your answer. Maybe it was the little amount of liquid courage in your system, or maybe you were trying to send a message.

“Yes. Raw, next question.”

Choso practically chokes on the tequila at your response. Coughing loudly as his face turned red. Message received.

“Truth or Dare, Y/N?” Miguel speaks up next. You can’t help but wonder why he would pick you, the two of you had never even spoken more than a handful of words.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to make out with Sukuna.” You look over at the team captain who looks just as shocked as you.

“Um…but why us?” You ask, looking between the two men.

“No reason, I just think you two would look good together.”

You really don’t want to kiss that man, but you also don’t want to be seen as a coward for not following through with the dare. Plus, backing out and taking a shot may push you way over the edge.

You push off the ground and walk over to where Sukuna sits in the circle, his legs spread apart in a V. You kneel between his open legs and his eyes widen as if he didn't expect you to even entertain the thought.

“No tongue.” You warn him sternly.

Your hand cups his cheek as you bring your face closer to his, eyes closed and lips parted. His lips crash into yours, rough and fast as he fought for dominance. You complied, letting him lead the dance but only allowing him a small taste. As you pull away, he nips at your bottom lip.

Locking eyes, neither of you spoke. You quietly got up and took your place back beside Choso, who was looking away and sipping from his drink.

Kento was next.

“Choso? Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He says confidently, making you wonder if he actually plans to follow through with it this turn.

“I dare you to kiss Yuki.”

Your heart sinks. That would feel like torture, watching his lips on hers in front of you. In front of everyone here. Jealousy is seething off you as you imagine the scene. But then again, maybe you deserve it after your little kiss with Sukuna. Maybe you deserve to get a taste of how he felt watching you.

Would you blame him if he went through with the dare now?

“Ew! Gross!” He sticks his tongue out at the thought.

“You don’t have to sound so disgusted by me!” Yuki shouts at him while laughing uncontrollably. “I don’t look that bad!”

“Yeah, not happening.” He crosses his arms while shaking his head.

“Huh? I thought you two were close!” Kento looks between the two in surprise.

“Yeah, we are! But she's like…she's like a sister to me.” Choso stumbles over his words.

“I have no desire to kiss him, at all.” Yuki shakes her head frantically.

This was all the confirmation you needed to ease your mind. Deep down, you were worried they may have had a thing for each other, especially given their history. Judging by their exaggerated reactions, you have nothing to fear.

“Fine, if Choso won't kiss her, I will!” Shoko leans in toward Yuki, who accepts the invitation. The loud smacks of their lips carried on for far longer than you expected. Shoko finally pulls away, wiping the corner of her lip where her lipstick had smudged. “Choso still has to drink though, don’t think you can back out of that.”

Choso lets out a dramatic sigh, his hand already reaching for the tequila. Utahime grabs it first.

“Not so fast!” She pours it into the shot glass before handing it to you. “I think it would be more fun if y/n fed you the shot.” She smiles at you.

You stand up and face Choso, his eyes tracking your every move.

“On your knees, pretty boy.” He obeys immediately, propping himself up to his knees, his head level with your waistline while his hands rest on your thighs to steady himself. Your hand not holding the cup smooths down his messy bangs before reaching under his chin and tilting his face up. You drag your thumb along his bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. If a human could have heart-shaped pupils, he would right about now.

The edge of the glass presses to his lip, his eyes closing as he waits for you to pour it into his mouth.

“Ah ah…keep your eyes on me.” He looks up to you, holding your intense gaze as you begin to tilt the cup. His throat bobs as he swallows the tequila. The liquor burns as it goes down, but this is nothing compared to the burn he feels for you.

The two of you stay in this position, neither one daring to break eye contact until Shoko speaks up.

“That was hot.”

Choso finally looks away, settling back on the floor and subtly adjusting his jeans. You sit down beside him, your whole body feeling extra warm, heart racing out of your chest.

Hiromi was next, but neither of you were his focus. You remained lost in your thoughts, trying to think of an excuse for you both to leave the group. You wanted more of him, another taste. The little peck from earlier has you dying for more.

“Hey?” Choso’s shoulder nudges against yours, your full attention back on him. It was his turn. “Dare?” He asks, not really giving you an option. You nod in agreement. He swipes his finger along the top of Hiromi’s half-eaten cake.

“What the fuck man?”

Choso ignored him, holding his finger out in front of your lips, looking down at you with hazy, half-lidded eyes.

“Lick it off.” While it was spoken softly, it was more of a command than anything. You happily oblige.

Leaning forward, you let your bottom lip rest on the tip of his pointer, slightly rubbing it back and forth to trace along the soft curves. His breath hitched in anticipation. You bob your head forward, taking his whole finger inside your mouth, your tongue swirled around him, cheeks hollowed out as you sucked and swallowed every bit of frosting before pulling off with a wet plop. The whole time, your eyes never left his.

“Fuck,” He gasps.

This was enough to break him, there was no holding back now.

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you forward, while you were already scrambling to straddle his lap. One of his hands stayed at your hip while the other wrapped behind your head, pulling you closer. His lips hungrily attacked yours. He has held back for too long, been dying to taste you. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip, begging for entry.

The second you grant him access, his tongue is plunging inside your mouth, dancing with yours. The sweetness of the cake on your tongue mixes with the liquor on his, creating an addictive combo that only makes you want more. You're not sure where to place your hands, settling for grabbing a fistful of his hair while the other presses a palm to his chest, your hips moving on their own as you grind along the hardened outline of his cock.

He lets out a deep moan, which you swallow in turn. His hands fly to your ass, pads of his fingers digging in as he helps you move, eliciting more and more noises from his throat. When his mouth opens in another shameless moan, you take the opportunity to slip your tongue inside. Taking the lead, which he seems to enjoy as well.

There is no telling how much time has passed. It could have been an hour, even though it only felt like a brief second.

Choso finally pulls away, lying back on the floor and pulling you down to rest on top of him. His chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath. He presses his nose into the crook of your neck, soft pants of air tickling the exposed skin.

The room was quiet. Your friends from earlier quickly cleared out to another area of the house, ending the game. No one wanted to sit around and watch as the two of you groped each other. Choso sucks in a deep inhale.

“Different perfume?” He notes, surprising you that he can tell the difference even while wasted. He tenderly kisses along your neck.

“Yeah.”

“I like the other one better.” He nips your neck, causing you to gasp sharply. “I like when you smell sweet like honey, makes me want to eat you.” He kisses the bite he left, his tongue soothing over your skin.

Noted.

“Can I show you something? Upstairs?” He whispers on your skin in between light kisses. “And…” He trails off, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eyes. “Will you stay with me tonight? Please?” His voice comes out in a needy whine with the last word; he looks almost ready to beg you.

How could you deny him?

“Anything the birthday boy wants,” You purr, kissing the tip of his nose before getting off of him. “I’m gonna find Shoko and let her know she can leave without me, meet you up there.”

Before you can stand up, he grabs you by the wrist and tugs you back onto him. Pressing a long and searing kiss to your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” he smirks, finally releasing you.

When you get off of him, you quickly search through the house for either of your roommates. You find Shoko first, leaning on the wall in another room, watching Yuki and Suguru face off against two other hockey players in beer pong.

“Hey babe,” she smiles when you come near. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon after that kiss.” She teases.

“I’m staying here tonight,” You blurt out. Her eyes widen.

“Shit, good for you! Make sure he wears a condom, even if you do prefer it raw. I’m not ready to be an auntie.”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes at her relentless teasing, already walking away.

You step into Choso’s room, the lights off except for one bedside lamp which casts a soft glow on the entire room. You take note of the finer details your brain missed the last time you were here. A few picture frames showcasing him and his brothers on his desk, a small sketchbook open to a drawing of a cat on the nightstand. The array of band posters on his wall, you now recognize each name and recall a few of their songs thanks to him.

He was standing over at his dresser, messing with a small record player on top.

“What did you want to show me?” You take a seat on the edge of his bed, watching as he turns around, showing off the record he received from his brothers earlier today.

“I thought we could listen to it together,” he explains as he turns around, putting the record into position. He keeps the volume low, contrasting with the usual loud guitar riffs and heavy vocals that Piercing Blood is known for.

He walks over to where you sit, tilting your head up to look at him.

“You're so perfect,” he whispers before capturing your lips in another kiss. Wrapping your arms behind his neck, you pull him down toward you while scooting away from the edge. He moves to hover over you, spreading your legs apart with his strong thighs. “I've never met anyone as perfect as you.”

He rolls his bulge against you through both of your jeans, creating a friction that has you aching for more. You lift your legs over his hips, a slight moan escaping your lips. His kisses become sloppy, he can hardly focus when you sound like that. Music to rival even his favorite band.

He braces a hand on the bed while the other one snakes under your shirt, feeling the smooth skin of your stomach as he reaches higher and higher. The tips of his fingers brush along the edge of your bra, a sensation that pricks your skin with goosebumps, before slipping his whole hand under to knead at the soft tissue of your breast.

“You….you’re…” He struggles to get his words out between kisses. “Need this off,” He grunts, removing his hand to tug at the hem of his jersey covering your body. He sits back, watching you with unfocused eyes.

All those shots were really starting to catch up to him. His face was drained of all color, looking even more pale than normal. Despite the comfortable temperature of the house, he appeared to be sweating.

“Choso? You feeling alright?” He quickly disentangles himself from your grip, shaking his head no.

“Feel…sick…” he backs away from the bed clumsily. You shoot up, ready to help him if needed, but he puts a hand up to stop you. “Stay,” was the last thing he could manage before running out of the room to the bathroom across the hall. Even with the door slammed shut behind him, you could hear the echoes of his vomiting.

You get off the bed, moving to turn the volume up on the record player to drown out the retching. You're positive he would feel embarrassed if he knew just how much you could hear.

But then again, this feels like the first night all over again. Yet with the roles reversed. Now it is your time to take care of the poor sick and drunk Choso.

You decided to look for a change of clothes, sleeping in what you have on right now would surely not be comfortable. And Choso probably wouldn't mind if you borrowed more of his things. You find an oversized band tee of his and trade that for the jersey currently on your body. Finding a black pair of his boxers in the dresser, you decide to wear them as shorts, the bottom barely peeking out underneath the shirt.

Laying back on the bed, your mind debates back and forth between staying where you are like he asked or checking if he was ok. Before a decision could be reached, the door across the hall opened. His feet shuffle along the floor until he's back in his bedroom, leaning one arm on the door to support himself from falling over.

“Fuuuuck” He whines loudly when he catches sight of you in his clothes. He makes his way back toward the bed, shedding his clothes down to his boxers. His arms wrap around your waist, and he tucks his nose into your neck as he spoons you from behind. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He mumbles.

You can tell, loud and clear. Despite everything that just happened, you can feel the throbbing of his cock against your ass.

“I ruined our night…sorry. His breath puffed against your skin as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. He smelled minty, like freshly brushed teeth.

“No, Cho…don’t worry about it. We will have plenty of chances in the future.”

“I’ll make it up to you…I promise.” He holds you even tighter against him.

“Did all your birthday wishes come true?” You look over your shoulder to ask him.

“Almost…I still have one wish not fulfilled.”

“And what is that?”

“Next free day I have, will you go on a date with me?”

You hadn’t exactly expected that question, but you don't hesitate with your response.

“Yes, I would like that.”

“Good,” he nuzzles his nose against your shoulder as he hides his face, yet you can feel his lips curving into an uncontrollable smile.

“Choso? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, angel.” That new nickname makes your stomach do a flip each time you hear it.

“What did Toji say to you?” You feel his body tense up.

“Just talking shit.”

“Really? Nothing more?”

He lets out a deep sigh, unable to lie to you.

“No…he was talking about you. I guess he saw us together when their team was unloading and that pissed him off, so I became his target. It started as normal trash talk about the game, but as it went on he realized that it didn't affect me, so his focus turned to you. He called you a bitch, said some real hurtful things. Said ‘I fucked her first’ and ‘your dick will never her please her like mine did’. It pissed me off, I fucking snapped.”

“Thanks…for defending me.” you breathe out when it sinks in. Toji is so bitter now that he knows he can’t win you back that he can’t even stand to see you happy, trying to ruin your relationship with Choso before it even had a chance.

“I’ll always defend you.” He promises, kissing your shoulder. “Man…” he groans dramatically.

“What now?” You let out a small giggle with the drastic change of his mood.

“I really, really want to go stargazing with you.”

“Choso, you know we can’t see them tonight.” You shift to look at him, he was dead serious. A good chunk of his mind still being controlled by the alcohol, making him think irrationally.

“But…I want to.” He pouts.

An idea pops into your head.

“Fine, lie back and look up at the ceiling.” He adjusts himself on the bed as you asked, waiting patiently as you lean off the bed to turn the lamp off, the room falling pitch black. You lie back beside him and search for a video showcasing constellations on YouTube, extending your arm out to hold the screen straight up in the air for you both to view. It wasn’t the real thing, but it was enough to make him happy. Reflections of the tiny stars twinkling in his wide eyes. You kept the sound off, narrating it for him. Pointing out what each one was and spreading the knowledge you've learned over the years.

“What’s that one?” He points at a cluster of stars.

“That's pegasus.”

“Doesn’t really look like a pegasus to me,” he tilts his head to attempt a better look, his pigtails poking you in the face. Not long after that question, he stills completely. Lost in a peaceful slumber filled with visions of starshine and you.

Letting out a small laugh, you exit the video and set your phone on the nightstand. When you turn back to him, you remove the ties from his hair, being careful not to pull too hard and wake him. Pulling the blankets over both of you, you snuggle in close to his side. You leave one last kiss on his cheek before resting your head on his chest, his arm unconsciously wraps around you, wanting you close even in his sleep.

“Goodnight, Choso.”

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A/N: WOWIE! First off I just want to say thank you for all the support from both my Ao3 and Tumblr readers! You guys are seriously the best!! Every time i get a comment I am so so happy :'D

Also, sorry for the delay! I meant to be done last week but I've been so busy and distracted. (family stuff, summer activites, work, got a few new tattoos, went to pride, been trying to stay up on love island and playing date everything.) I was so glad to get a day to myself yesterday so I could crank out this chapter, and i think it's the longest yet!

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"I... I've thought a lot about what you said," Apollo finally spoke after standing at that door in silence for quite some time.

Rhea lifted her eyes from the kitchen counter of her house, where she’d been toying with an orange—the cabin her father, Poseidon, had remodeled to look like a summer home.

"...And?"

"You know… for someone who was terrible at all my domains, you sure have a poetic way of saying you love me, Rhea. I’m flattered, by the way." The joke was weak. Rhea’s hand squeezed the orange so hard she felt the juice press against the peel.

"...Apollo..." Rhea began.

"I'm not a good man," Apollo interrupted. He rarely sounded solemn in all the time she’d known him, but now he did. "I’m not even a man, to begin with. Even if my father somehow made me… 'human.' I'm not really. This—this flesh?" Apollo gestured to himself, running a hand down his arm. "It’s clay he molded and confined me in, stripping me of who—what—I am."

"...I know that..."

"I know you do." Apollo interjected firmly. "You're smarter than people give you credit for, you always have been, and I’m not going to treat you like you’re not." Rhea bit her lip. He was one of the first to ever say that. Annabeth had always treated her like she was an idiot, and often, too many people agreed with her.

"I'm made of essence, Rhea. I was born and have existed for millennia. I was there when the first humans crawled from the mud. I was there when the Hellenes raised their first cities. I was there when Troy fell, when Alexander raised his army and invaded Hellas, when Plato twisted us into moral models, and when Socrates died. I saw the birth of Rome—and its fall. I saw Christ’s crucifixion and watched our temples crumble and fall when Christianity began its crusades. I saw humans cross the seas to the land you now call America. I saw Napoleon conquer Europe—and part of Egypt. I stood in the hall when he declared himself emperor. I witnessed the birth of the British Empire, the two Great Wars, and everything up to today. I have my hands on every page of history. As the God of Civilization, I was there—for better or for worse."

"What's the point you're trying to make, Apollo?"

When people say the worst someone can say is no, they’re lying.

"I'm saying I’ve done unspeakable things, Rhea. Some because I had to, yes—to keep the balance of the Cosmos, which is my duty—but many others? I did them because I was bored. Some out of pure sadism. Others just because I could."

"I know. I know the myths—not all, but enough..."

"The myths aren’t entirely true. And they’re only the tip of the iceberg. Many were lost because they were never recorded." Apollo shook his head. "And you might know them, but you didn’t live them. I’m not insulting your intelligence, Rhea. Just stating that the full weight of their cruelty escapes you." He gave a self-deprecating smile. "And out of selfishness, I hope it stays that way. Because despite your frankly terrible temper," he added with a soft snort, "you are a good person."

"I'm not..."

"You are." He repeated, his blue eyes softening as he stepped closer. "I don’t say this lightly. Most people... they aren’t good or bad. They have moments of empathy, of cruelty, and pettiness. But at the end of the day, they’re neutral. That’s humanity. But you, Rhea, you are inherently good. A few moments of cruelty don’t erase the rest of the whole."

"You could’ve just said you weren’t interested, you know?" she muttered, annoyed. Apollo blinked, then let out a small laugh. A tiny tsunami stirred in Rhea’s chest, her hands clenching into fists.

"That’s not funny! I..."

"Rhea." He interrupted, placing a hand over her closed fist, finally exhaling. His face was flushed from laughing, half disbelieving. "I was willing to stay mortal for you."

Her anger vanished as fast as it came, and her eyes widened like two coins.

"W-What?" Apollo exhaled softly, stepping closer, his other hand brushing her cheek, wiping away a tear she hadn’t noticed falling.

"I was willing to give up my divinity," he repeated slowly, almost amused by the absurdity. "To live and grow... old." He snorted. "with you."

"...I... I..." Rhea was speechless. Apollo loved being a god. He loved it. It was who he was.

"I’d never ask that of you… You are who you are." she whispered.

"That’s exactly why I’d do it for you," he replied gently, brushing a loose strand behind her ear. "Do you remember the first time I saw you?"

"...On the train? Fred?"

"No." Apollo chuckled softly. "On Hephaestus’ TV. The Tunnel of Love."

Rhea grimaced.

"That?" she muttered.

"I was intensely curious. Among my many domains, prophecy was always… one of my favorites, you could say." He shrugged. "When I heard Poseidon had a forbidden child, I immediately wanted to know who. The Great Prophecy swirled around you. I remember seeing you and Annabeth in that ride, thinking you might die there. That the prophecy would shift to someone else. Another child." He snorted. "Then you screamed at her to jump. From a speeding cart. And you both survived."

"Funny how those were the simpler times."

"Being accused of stealing from the King of the Gods was... more peaceful, certainly." Apollo seemed terribly amused with irony. "And then I really saw you, when you entered Olympus."

"I didn’t see you that day." Apollo didn’t seem impressed with her statement.

"Of course you didn’t. You were all running around like lunatics, not paying attention to anything. But you were small then, and your fate lines were... foggy. I was fascinated. It’s why I sent you on ridiculous quest after ridiculous quest" — he echoed her words from a week ago, sounding genuinely amused — "all throughout your middle and high school. You were fun. Especially when I watched you biting your tongue, furious, trying not to curse me out like an especially grumpy kitten."

Rhea narrowed her eyes. Not impressed. But biting her tongue again. Apollo laughed softly. She probably had the same grumpy kitten face he liked so much. Gods, why did he fall for him again?

"Ha ha."

"Sorry about that."

"You're not sorry."

"I’m sorry for putting you in danger. But not for annoying you." Apollo declared with a huff. Then, more softly: "Rhea. What I’m saying is... I’ll do everything I can to heal you."

"...Apollo."

"Listen to me." Apollo said. "I’ll do everything. I’m the God of Healing, Rhea. There’s practically nothing I can’t fix. Even if souls aren’t my specialty, I’ll find a way once I get my divinity back."

Rhea looked away, but Apollo gently turned her face, not letting her eyes escape his. His gaze was so intense, so determined.

"And if you can’t?" she asked softly, hating how fragile her voice sounded. "What if it’s too late?"

"...Then I’ll never forget you," he declared, solemn and final. "Not that I think forgetting you is possible. Even if I hadn’t fallen in love with you—you’re still a living legend, my love. But according to our culture—my culture..." he corrected himself, "you’ll live on as long as someone remembers you. And I will remember you, for all my days, until every star in the sky burns out. I’ll remember you."

"...Apollo..." Rhea tried. Their foreheads were touching now, his arm around her waist. The orange had long been forgotten on the counter. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling that false heart pumping ink-like blood beneath her fingers. Ba-thump, ba-thump.

"You’ll never be forgotten, Rhea. I’ll carve you in stone and ink. Your legend will outlast millennia. They’ll know the warrior you were, how your heart was strong and kind. The leader and the strategist. How power flowed through your veins like a river. Your victories and feats."

His hand rose to her cheek, eyes never leaving hers — soul to soul.

"But not just that. They’ll know your love for blue cookies, your kindness and your compassion. They’ll know you baked to deal with stress. That you love skating and horseback riding. That you took time to help dryads, naiads, and sea animals caught in nets. They’ll remember how you struggle to go from E to A in any instrument you try to play."

Tears welled in Rhea’s eyes.

"They’ll know how your eyes shine and the dimple that appears when your smile is real. They’ll know how you put others first, and how I love and hate that about you." Apollo continued softly. "I will remember you, and I will make the world remember you. As long as your memory remains—you will never truly die. I swear to you, on the Styx. On my ichor. On all my domains. I will remember you."

Tears streamed down Rhea’s cheeks like little rivers as they shared the same breath. It was instinct that pulled her closer—hands rising to his neck, then his hair, before their lips met in a desperate dance.

His arm tightened around her, the hand on her cheek moved to her nape.

It wasn’t enough to express what she felt, but words wouldn’t do justice either. After a moment that felt far too short, they pulled apart, sharing the same breath, the same heartbeat—green eyes locked with blue, a moment that felt like eternity, before Rhea rested her head beneath Apollo’s chin.

"...Now I finally get where the title ‘God of Poetry’ came from." she joked, trying to hide the vulnerability.

Apollo let out a soft laugh into her hair.

#perpollo #pjo apollo #rhea #fem!percy jackson #female percy jackson #basically the idea here is that “trying to mend something that breaks in your soul haves consequences”#when apollo was turned into lester he gets closer of fem!percy and he learns that she is dying after what happend in tartarus #rhea here is dying because her divinity is burning her soul from inside out #as she is still too much human this is slowly killing her #pjo #Definitely gonna delete this post later since i am feeling very insecure about #anti annabeth chase #for that one line

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katerenko · 18 hours ago

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I'm glad there are still people whose moral compasses aren't so broken that they equate refusing to tolerate russians with the genocide my people are experiencing.

"russian artists are leaving social media because of bullying. It's so cruel. :("

Any of us Ukrainian artists can disappear from social media any day. Not because our feelings were hurt. It's because a Shahed drone or a missile killed us.

Can you really compare the two?

I'm glad there are still people who don't tell us to befriend the russians under the pretense that "not all of them are bad" or "you'll have to make peace with them eventually anyway."

This is at a time when russia is bombing us day and night.

I'm glad there are still people who haven’t stuck their heads in the sand. People who don't complain that it's "sad and painful to be in a Ukrainian fandom, and I just want to escape reality."

We're showing only a fraction of the pain and hatred we experience. We want to escape reality, too, but reality blasts our windows out with shock waves.

Your sadness from a "toxic fandom that won't let you dissociate" does not compare to this pain.

I’m glad there are still people who understand that Putin isn't doing all of this alone.

It's the "ordinary russians" in the army. They are the ones torturing people in the occupied territories.

It's "ordinary russians" who kidnap Ukrainian children and indoctrinate them with russian propaganda.

It's "ordinary russians" who voted for Putin. They do nothing to stop their government.

It’s "ordinary russians" who bomb us.

They harass us online.

They work in russian propaganda and intelligence networks.

Are you really sure that the russian you’re befriending isn’t complicit in this? That they don't have family or friends involved in the system? Or aren't involved in this themselves???

Okay then. :)

Some will say: "It's just the government. They can't do anything."

Look at our history. Why can't the Russians do the same? Here's the answer: They can. They just don’t want to. They’re scared for themselves and simply don’t care.

Our people came at a price. We suffered losses.

We have the Heavenly Hundred—those who lost their lives protesting from December 2013 to February 2014, fighting to keep Russia out of our country.

Russians? They’re fine with their government. With their status. With everything.

They’ve never held a real protest.

Yes, you love to say, "It's the government's fault."

Oh, sure. Putin must have cloned himself and is personally committing every atrocity.

I’m disgusted that so many grown adults still don't understand collective responsibility.

I’m glad there are still people who understand that it's this hatred that has kept our people alive.

I’m glad there are people who can see the world clearly.

To the rest of you, open your eyes, you gray moralists! You are supporting terrorism. 😘

Don’t you dare try to silence us.

That will not happen. Never.

Слава Україні! Героям слава! Слава нації! Смерть ворогам!

#war in ukraine #ukraine #support ukraine #russia is a terrorists state

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Do you have some hcs for Legend? I'd love to hear your thoughts on him :)

So, so many of them!

he's far-sighted! Due to a lot of adventuring and focusing on the far away stuff, he's actually trained his eyes to always be focused on far away things, and so now he struggles to see things clearly close up. he has specticals for it (Impa took him to get some when they were in Labrynna together) but he rarely remembers to wear them, and doesn't like to out on the road to begin with, as he's worried they'll break. he tends to forget he's wearing them when at his house though, so Ravio's really the only one who sees him wear them more than he sees him without them.

he's totally a bit of a history nerd, because I said so. It was more just stories when he was little, but between frequently interacting with ancient artifacts and architecture, as well as time traveling himself, Legend's become somewhat fascinated with history. he likes having all the answers (as most Links do) but for him, that includes knowing where things came from, why they were made, and so on

he's also a horse girl, much like Twilight and Warriors, but doesn't travel with a mount because it's less convenient. While having a mount in a Zelda game DOES make avoiding foes much easier, it also gets frustrating when you have to go find them again after doing however many things (point in case, my BotW horses are scattered to the four winds All The Time). Legend, who frequently is getting up and dropped in random places, doesn't like that this would leave any of his mounts alone in the middle of nowhere and thus doesn't take his own horse many places as a result. Said horse is Puini (OoA manga) and is currently housed either at the castle or with his grandparents (OoS manga). He dotes on her exceedingly, and being around Epona now reminds him of her a lot. Being as she's a literal war horse though (trained for battle with a knight) he has an inkling she would't quite like the mares of the rest of his brothers and leaves her out of the conversation when they bring up mounts

he's the OPPOSITE of someone with claustephobia! I have this fic I'm writing in my head right now where the boys finish their adventure just to get collectively dropped at Lon Lon with no way home, and have to adapt to "normal" life. A chapter of said fic (if I write it) would likely focus on the fact that Legend literally grew up in dungeons, like, his games have the most dungeons of all the Zelda games, as well as some of the biggest focus on dungeons, and as a result, they likely feel more familiar to him than the open world (and oddly safer, since they're predictable and follow Rules that the outside world doesn't have). I like to think that small, narrow, dark places would actually be soothing for him, to the point that, in the theoretical fic, it freaks the rest out when they find out he keeps purposefully climbing into dried up wells for some space when he's homesick. Maybe it's the inner bunny instincts, maybe it's a pre-existing trait that influenced the magic that made him a bunny to begin with, but Legend tends to burrow, and feels safest when he's in smaller, darker places.

He loves puzzles. I think it was Squido who said that we should let the boys enjoy their adventures, no? Let them look back fondly and smile at some things? For Legend, I think the thing he loved most about adventures with the problem solving, and puzzles are the best sorts of problems because you're guaranteed that there IS an answer. So, for someone who grew up doing puzzles most of his life (dungeons), they're a familiar thing for him and a challenge for him to face without actually endangering himself. he likes mind puzzles and logic puzzles mainly, but picture puzzles are fun too for him

Apple snob. He knows all the apple types, probably bred two of his own apple breeds somewhere in his life, and he has opinions on all of them

Nature boy. Not like Wild and Hyrule who like to get lost in it, no, Legend just likes existing in nature. He grew up on Orchard Hill, so gardening and husbandry are something he was raised to before the hero shtick, and he finds a certain sort of peace in gardening/plants. Also, he travels a lot, so he spends a lot of time by himself out of doors. Granted, that's also where a lot of the bad stuff happens to him, but the good outweighs the bad and I think he genuinely would love to go hiking or do nature walk sorts of things if adventure didn't scoop him up every time he left the house

Really big dancer. Mostly because of Din, partially because of Marin, and Cadence definitely had an influence too. Unfortunately, his mental metronome is set to the music pulse of Octavio's magic so he sort of just...can't keep a beat well without a lot of time to adjust. Once he's got it though he's killer

He can play a lot of instruments, but I really like the idea that the violin is his favorite. yes, he's got that precious ocarina from the dream world, and he learned to play one of those first, but like the idea that Uncle Aflon or maybe one of his friends was a violinist, and Legend just got dead set as a kid on that particular instrument. It's also a very diverse and emotional instrument, which grants him a lot of freedom of expression he'd usually not allow himself

He didn't speak his first word until he was four. Uncle Aflon kind of accepted early on that he might be mute, but as it happened, he just didn't feel the need to use words to communicate, since what he wanted was either always evident or could be figured out without him having to speak much. I think he was likely either mostly silent as a child, using mainly sign or other nonverbal communications, but if you want to make it angsty, I also like to say that it could be because his throat got messed up by an illness he had when he was very small so talking was painful for him. I HC that that changed after he traveled to Labrynna, because the memaid's curse didn't just give him a tail, but also effected/altered his voice, making speech easier for him but also making it to where he can actually cham people with his voice if he's not careful (which perhaps contributed to him becoming a harsher spoken person because then the charm is less likely to slip through on accident if he's being a jerk)

Continuing the speech HCs, I think Legend's tendency towards speech is impacted heavily by wo he's around. if it's anyone he met prior to Labrynna, or in Labrynna, he defaults to mostly sign, whereas if he met them after, he tends to usually use spoken words

Legend' far more expressive and open with sign language, as tone is very important and easier to navigate for him. In essence, it is his first language and the one he's most comfortable with

That said, with people he's truly comfortable with, legend's just straight up non-verbal. he doesn't feel the need to speak and usually just uses facial expressions and exaggerated motions to express himself. Being able to shut down the speech center of his brain for a bit is a huge relief and since those he knows well know how to read him just fine like that, it doesn't make much of a difference either way

As y'all know, I champion the Fable and Legend are siblings HC, though I know it's neither cannon, nor likely to be cannon in LU (pretty sure JoJo confirmed it's not true). Still, I really really like the twins thing!

On the note of being twins! You know how sometimes, with twins, one comes out stronger than the other? Yeah, that was Fable. Legend's actually the smaller/weaker twin, though not by much. he was a very sickly baby though. Oddly enough though, despite being physically weaker than his sister, he actually got the stronger of the magic between the two of them! It might even be possible that the strength of his magic might have been the reason his body is weaker; because housing that much power can put a significant strain on a body. Either way, Fable and he joke about it frequently, saying that as he's got stronger Holy magic, he should have been the princess, and since she's physically stronger, she should be the one with the sword. He doesn't mean it though, and is only playing along. Fable kinda sorta really does mean it though)

It's less focused on by the fandom as a whole, but in case you didn't know: Legend is more than just a polyglot! In his games alone, we see that he can hear and understand not only most trees (not just guardian trees like the Deku and Maku trees, but the normal ones around Kakariko too), but also animals, spirits, and literally forces of nature! Heck, the literal SEASONS coo about how adorable he is when you meet them in OoS! That said, I think he learned pretty early on that this isn't normal. Uncle started getting really worried when he saw and heard Legend speaking to what seemed to be thin air on multiple occasions, so he learned to just not answer unless there aren't other humans/hylians around

Continuing the previous one, this does mean that Legend has to frequently resist asking for directions from various passing by birds and animals, and instead just bites his tongue and lets Twilight go off scouting because explaining that he can hear voices no one else can hear is just....ot the best of ideas

Despite the rest of the heroes' being under the impression that Legend was an only child, he actually has Middle Child energy. this is because he grew up with Fable, Ralph, the Oracles, and Ghanti bossing him around/messing with him, but he also helps look after his neighbor Gully, who I fully believe he loves the same way that Wind loves Aryll.

While I have Gully on the mind, I think Smith and his wife have mentally adopted Legend and all but see him as their eldest, since Bertha (Smith's wife), also had a hand in helping Aflon, newly appointed caretaker to an infant he knows nothing about minding, with learning about babies. Legend however, dense as he is, still fully believes they just put up with him for their actual son's sake, since Gully clearly adores him so much

This shows up a lot in my fics, but I like the idea that Legend loves the stars. Like, tehy're the same, always there, no matter where you go. he's traveled a lot and been tossed into random locations where everything is different, yet whenever he looks up, there the stars are, the same as always, just from a different angle. I think Uncle Aflon taught him the various constellations when he was small, and maybe when Legend was lonely in his adventures he started talking to them like they could hear them (and heck, if the seasons can hold a conversation, then why couldn't the stars?). Also, you know the thing about how if you're deep enough underground and you look up through a hole you can see the sky? Yeah, he's more used to night skies and stars than sunlight

Despite being a traveler, he's actually got a palish complexion for his skin tone, since he spends most of his time underground. He's also a bit sensitive to sunlight all around and gets a headache fairly quickly when he's out in it. He hates noon time and would rather be sleeping than awake when the suns at its zenith

I've seen this one around a bit, but I really love the idea that legend enjoys wearing his uncle's old clothes around the house when he's between adventures. he probably keeps Uncle's pipe tobacco and other things stored with the clothes so they still smell like him even after all these years

He's entirely unaware of the fact that being on regular speaking terms with the Golden Goddesses, the Fates, the Seasons, the freaking Triforce, and most royalty is uncommon for a hero. He's aware most people don't do it, but it's sort of jarring for him when he realizes that the other heroes' dealings are limited to mostly mortals, and lowly ones at that, and that when they do speak of the goddesses, it's usually with some sort of reverence. Meanwhile Legend will and has insulted Din to her face for picking on him about his height, gossips with Farore whenever they run into each other, and the only one he kinda treats with reservation/respect is Nayru because they sort of faught each other that one time and while it wasn't her faught, it still makes things a bit awkward at times

He tends to chew on things when he's restless/agitated. He's not even aware he's doing it half the time, and has chewed his sleeves, hair, and various tools at different times. The Chain have designated bowls (Sky got bored) and his has very clear signs of gnawing around the edges. Same with any wooden spoons he's given (although, being as Uncle raised him with manners, Legend does carry his own silverware at all times, and thus rarely needs to borrow from others (it's a medieval manners thing))

Unlike the stereotype of men when they're sick, Legend actually gets really quiet when he's sick. Hyrule's the same way and it's mostly to draw the least attention to themselves when they're not in fighting condition. Usually though, he tends to take the 'sleep through it' approach, which is really a very poor choice, but as far as he's concerned, it's worked until now so he's not changing it

I think Legend's a very physical person, someone who likes to be able to touch and feel various things, and generally enjoys the idea of physical affection, but in reality balks at it because it usually catches him off guard. That said, he do be touching all the stuff and animals.

Gets weird about dodongos. he knows that the majority of them are threats, but there's always a part of him that wonders if some of them are like Dimitri, and it can be tricky for him to fight them at times

The early Zelda games are sort of wack honestly, but the fact that he's technically a telepath gets brushed aside way too much, y'know? Like, Legend regularly has conversations with Zelda and Sahasralah from miles away, IN HIS HEAD, and only uses certain stones to strengthen that connection, not forge it to begin with! Now, he might just be receptive to telepathy, maybe it's a twin thing (I have a WIP about that) but I think it'd be really funny if he's just sitting on that little skill and never brings it up because linking up (lol) thoughts with someone can be very overwhelming when your brain is already moving a thousand miles a minute, and trying to process thoughts and feelings that aren't his own gives him a migraine. So he just.... doesn't. Unless Zelda reaches out first or he needs to tell her something important.

He's terrible about self care and remembering his own needs, but will, can, and does scold others for doing the same. He doesn't even care that he's a huge hypocrite, not much anyway

Magpie. Boy loves his shiny things. Like, he doesn't technically need everything he has, and he knows most of it will never be used, but if it's pretty he keeps it anyway

I feel like Legend'a also got a bit of food insecurity. When he was a kid, freshly thrust into his first adventure and with the kingdom turned against him, he didn't actually know how to find his own food and ended up going hungry a LOT during that first adventure (which might have stunted his growth a bit). Since then, he's made a point to not only educate himself on what's safe to eat and what's not, but he also taught himself how to preserve and prepare long lasting foods, which he keeps a huge stockpile of. He also doesn't trust any food he hasn't watched be prepared unless it's made by someone he trusts, and even then sometimes his anxiety/paranoia gets the better of him. There were a few neighbors who tried slipping something in the meals they gave him under the pretense of taking pity, when in reality they planned to turn him over to the knights, so he's always cautious now

He's actually less wary and guarded outside of Hyrule than he is inside of it. Lorule is an exception because it's a version of Hyrule, but any other country is used to a very different version of him because Legend isn't always suspecting foul play in other kingdoms who have nothing to gain from his death.

He cannot handle blood well. Yeah, he's a hero, yeah, he fights a lot, and yes, he's frequently injured in battle or dungeons, but watching his Uncle bleed to death left him with a kind of hemophobia and he tends to have mini panic attacks/breakdowns when exposed to large amounts of blood. He hates it, but can't control it, and hasn't found a way to overcome it at all

After spending a long time at sea after Koholint, trying to find his way home, Legend actually really dislikes the taste of fish. He had to rely on his mer form a lot getting home, and fish has been ruined forever because it was his only choice for food, and eating it raw (mer) did make him sick a few times (he's still hylian at his core) so now he tends to get queasy when eating fish, just on reflex

He's a dead ringer for his late mother, to the point where people who knew her sometimes double take

I know Warriors is supposed to be the pretty one, but considering Legend's canonically had forces of nature comment on how pretty he is (I think it was Summer specifically, but it could have been one of the other Seasons), I think he's got a type of beauty that, at the least, appeals to the supernatural/magical beings. He's unaware of this though, although he'll always say Fable is one of the most beautiful people in the world, all while unawares of the fact that they're nearly identical looks-ways

He likes to doodle. Drawing more so, but e enjoys both depending on what mood he's in

Logically and artistically minded. Numbers bother him though (something Ravio, who is the reverse, definitely abuses)

He's one of those people who genuinely will be happy if you get him a candle. He's got everything anyone could need, but something that smells nice, offers minimal light, and he;s always running out of? Oh he loves them. He's very picky about what scents he'll accent though because his nose is very sensitive

He cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulders a lot when he's bored/tense/stressed- basically all the time LOL

he uses sewing/stitchwork as a way to try and relax himself after a long day. it works half the time. the other half his thread gets tangled and he gets very worked up LOL

Secretly admired Sky's skills in embroidery, but doesn't have the patience to practice anything complicated

he loves to teach people things, but constantly assumes people won't listen, so he tends to break things down to bare basics rather than going into the nitty gritty like he enjoys.

Such a big sweet tooth

Genuinely hates the feeling of fur. Twilight's pelt bothers him, not just because the guy who turns into a wolf is literally wearing a wolf's skin, but also because the feeling of fur, treated or no, displeases him most of the time. He only likes fur when it's on something alive and moving, and even then, he's picky about it

Has a extreme fear of dogs. It's both from being chased by the soldiers' dogs, but also various dog-like things in the Dark World. Wolfie used to make him very uncomfortable before he realized it was Twilight

Fall boy. The other seasons would be offended if they knew he had a favorite, but I think his little apple farming, leaf crunching, bright color enjoying self would just adore the fall.

he LOVES the rain. His arthritis acts up something awful when it rains, but when it's not too bad he enjoys being out in the rain. That said, he HATES thunderstorms, less because of being struck by lightning (LA) and more because of the storm the night that his Uncle died

He's actually not fond of heights. He doesn't panic, but he's used to being very low, or even below the ground, so being very high above it unsettles him.

He tends to sleep curled up, he's not sure why, he just does

He's got VERY sensitive ears, both to touch and sound

Buck teeth <3

Also, freckles. He doesn't spend much time in the sun, but he does tend to freckle when he has. It also brings out some natural highlights in his hair, but he's not aware of that because it's not happened since he was small

Tends to sound like he's talking down to everyone, but in reality he's just never sure what all most people know about any given subject

Has such a soft spot for kids

He's a god-father to Bippin and Blossom's kid, and he adores that little munchkin, bordering on spoiling them.

Imma end it there because it's late and I need to be up early, but I hope this satisfied your curiosity a bit!

Thanks for the ask! I appreciate the chance to talk about all these ideas!

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #ketto's brainfarts

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