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CRYING I DIDN'T SEE THIS EARLIER

[weepingtalecowboy]

Shadow still exists

Fanfic prompt: what if after shadow died he was still sentient but trapped in four’s shadow

Not capable of moving just following

Not capable of seeing or hearing anything

Not capable of touch or smell

Trapped and quietly suffering with no mouth to scream his pain

No escape from his existence as nothing but a shadow

In pain when someone steps on the shadow four casts and just having to endure

But four never finds out about him still existing and begging for release

Assuming that his shadow is now dead and accepting it with a painful smile knowing that shadow helped with a honorable death

For years only following as a shadow and nothing more

deaf and blind with no ability to hear or understand yet feeling pain everytime someone walks over him

Not knowing why or how he is in pain when all he sees is just darkness and nothing else

Until one day time accidentally pointed the mask of truth on four's shadow and then heard an all encompassing scream

As nobody else heard it

He would think he is going insane asking the others if they heard any noise

Only to confirm whatever or not it must have been a very unsettling yet not real experience

The chain was concerned for the welfare of his while four was having a very bad feeling about time’s reaction

[lunavagans]

||Back to lore hub||

Decided to overhaul my Cult of the Lamb!AU because I started playing the game again. Scratch everything I‘ve written and drawn for it. I think I wanted to explain everything from the game so everyone kinda gets where I‘m coming from even if they don‘t know the game, but screw that.

Uhh I can‘t tell you to go play the game and then come back even though you‘ll probably understand the parallels only then, but like. I only go over what I deem relevant for the characters and the main gist stays faithful (hah) to canon. If you‘re fine with confusion, go off and go forward. Or don‘t, I won‘t know.

Genuine question, though: Do I tag this as Cult of the Lamb?? Is that a thing one does with AUs?

Trigger warnings: descriptions of gore, violence, death and injuries; drugging en masse that‘s implied to be at best dubiously consensual; general cult manipulation; vague description of war between multiple cults; a mention of cannibalism; vaguely referencing eggs and generally reproduction once; mild swearing that‘s not necessary but I choose to

MAIN CHARACTERS

Zelda

A feathered creature created by Hylia as her servant. Now that Hylia is pretty much dead and gone, she still carries out her duties, since she sees the sense in them (to not increase destruction by letting just anybody use the treasures) and nobody else will do it.

Said duties are to guard a vault of the goddess full of weapons, crowns, tomes and other objects of divine origins. Zelda has created a small army of mechanical soldiers (because hey, why not) to protect it so she has a bit of free time for once, not to mention the spells surrounding it.

The vault is in a place called the Lost Woods, but Zelda‘s abode is actually at the entrance of it, both she can keep an eye on who enters them and so she can interact with the unfortunate souls that somehow find their way there. Her abode might be safe for them, but the rest of the world sure isn‘t.

Reads tarot crads to travellers and uses them to prophesize.

Basically a combination of Chemach and Clauneck.

The Crowns

Created by the first generation of gods that Hylia and Demise belonged to, but the means of their creation were lost. Zelda knows how to do them, but she refuses to tell anybody. It wouldn��t work anyway, the tools for it don‘t exist anymore.

Speaking of Zelda, most crowns are currently either in her or a younger god’s possession.

Crowns are weapon, tool, pet and adviser in one. They grant power over living beings in various ways (ingame, the bishops only exert their power over your own followers and are never shown shaping the land or something. Makes me wonder if maybe the power of the older gods was absolute like that.)

Devotion seems to be the fuel for all but the most basic of functions, these basics functions being: morphing into weapons and tools at its owner‘s convenience.

As they seem to possess a sentience, they can also mimic living beings. However, they‘re mostly focused on self-preservation and don‘t really act on their own except in genuine danger, which is difficult to get into with the abilities given by the crowns.

They also give anybody who‘s ever had one immortality, mostly for my plot-plotting convenience, but you can also spin it that just ever having had something from the old gods leaves a literally eternal imprint on you.

Same thing with giving every character that owned a crown at some point animalistic traits because of the game, and no humans existing there, and I think it‘s fun. Not gonna go full furry route because I don‘t feel like it, but I do like the idea of crowns blurring the limits between mortal species in exchange for removing all mortal needs. Like yeah you will never go hungry again but goodbye to staying in one coherent form without concentrating.

I love unintentional and casual shapeshifting so much. Like, it‘s not even shifting anymore. It‘s passively drifting between the forms while you go about your day. That‘s the shit.

The Old Faith

Founded during the war after the disappearance of the original gods, with new ones with crowns granting them power. The origin of the founders, gods themselves, is said to be a sacrificial ritual gone wrong, not only not killing the sacrifice, but splitting it in four. What everybody thinks: these fragments, making use of their new godhood, eradicated the ones wanting to kill them and went on to found the Old Faith.

The part that nobody knows: said four fragments fled from the furious mob and found themselves in the Lost Woods. It was a pure coincidence that they survived the robots, the spells and eventually found themselves in a chamber with crowns that accepted (or rather took over) them.

In time, the Old Faith consumed most other cults and assumed the top of the hierarchy in the lands. Their territory is relatively peaceful by now, divided equally under each of the leaders, who each have roughly identical doctrines with only few differences.

Map with the regions here, but also because while Hyrule itself isn‘t named that anymore, I do want new names for the singular regions:

Green: Darkwood -> Faron // Blue: Anchordeep -> Ranelle // Red: Anura -> Death Mountain // Vio: Silkcradle -> Hebra

I changed up the order of the regions because it would make more sense if Shadow goes south to north instead of south and north and south and west again. Not like the game‘s dungeon order is strictly linear, anyway.

Green

Replaces Leshy as the God of Chaos. Instead of a plant worm thing, his animal inspo is now a moose, both because I associate deer with him and because moose are aggressive woodland creatures. Aggression, chaos, etc.

Though I‘d say he wields his title as a tool more than an actual aspect of himself. It helps him keep his cult in line, but he doesn‘t enjoy it for the sake of it.

Also had his eyes gouged out by Ganon. I‘m not going to be creative with the parallels, because they work well. See no evil and all that.

So the lighthouse cult stays pretty much the same. Not sure where they‘d get their boats from that need the lighthouse, but there‘s enough countries other than Hyrule to choose from.

Blue

Replaces Kallamar as God of Pestilence (and it doesn‘t even refer to his resting bitch face). Not a squid/octopus anymore because of personal preferences, but a shark now, specifically a dogshark, pretty much the only venomous sharks out there! They’re so awesome and fit the sickness theme.

I like to think he keeps the rows of teeth out.

Ears ripped off, check.

I feel like he‘d forever be miffed that he got a crown discouraging direct combat and suited more for biological warfare. Would‘ve been Vio‘s thing, but alas.

You meet Plimbo in Anchordeep, so I think it was Kallamar that kept the rivers safe for travel, which would make it Blue‘s responsibility to guard those. I think he‘d enjoy doing it himself every once in a while, instead of his more capable followers. After Red probably one of the more approachable gods, if you define approachable only by ‚you can see him doing his own thing‘.

Red

Replaces Heket as God of Hunger (not fear, though, that‘s a different game. Funger AU idea?). I went through such a process trying to find a good animal to replace toads with, and I think I got one. So, Heket threatens her followers with starvation. Where does food come from? Harvests (among other things). What animals can destroy harvests? Rats, rabbits, birds, insects; generally anything considered a pest. I like the idea of Red reenacting Hitchcock‘s The Birds when things don‘t go his way with the cult, so bird it is.

Throat ripped out again, yup.

Okay, I wanna talk about menticide mushrooms. Red definitely uses them to keep everyone complacent. They can‘t complain and start a riot if they aren‘t even capable of orienting themselves. Only an emergency measure, of course. Most times.

No the ingame crown isn‘t yellow. What are you talking about. It‘s clearly red. (No but seriously I can‘t just rename Red so now I have to find a new name for Ganon‘s/Shadow‘s crown jfc-)

Since I‘m replacing Sozo with Tingle, I thought about wether to replace the mushrooms with fairies, but I figured I‘d only do so when they‘re for Tingle‘s requests. Everybody can do mushrooms, but there can only be one fairy eater! Smth like that.

Vio

Replaces Shamura as God of War and Wisdom (why do they get two things, anyway?). I originally wanted to keep the spider aspect because I do vibe with that, but after failing to draw the other four arms for his design, I switched to snake. They‘re both ambush predators, there‘s some level of consistency, though I might just change it again. A spider just fits so damn well. Also, I feel a bit guilty putting a snake on a snowy mountain. Do spiders fare better with cold? I don‘t actually know.

The cracked skull is also carried over, and since the ramifications are apparently more severe with Shamura than their siblings (at least while they‘re still gods), I thought a bit more about what exactly they might be. Ingame dialogue suggests that it‘s mostly their short term memory that‘s fucked (I think they talk about anything before Narinder clearly?), so their ability to strategise would be, too. Same with Vio.

The other three would also be a bit more protective of him on account of, well, one of his biggest assets being gone. He still puts up one hell of a fight when Shadow gets to him, though; not that it matters.

I feel like I should write something about the tons of eggs in Silkcradle and how I could translate that into the AU. I don‘t know what, though. Jokes about the ingame mating tent, probably. I understand, Vio, I also use that for easy follower production. No shade thrown here.

So, I have no idea who to make Midas. Like, there‘s Jovani from TP, but he gets a redemption arc and learns that gold is meaningless or something, and I don‘t want to make him the ruthless, greedy merchant with the laughing statues. I might keep him in, I might not. Who knows? Honestly, I hate Midas, so he might not get into the AU in the first place.

Ganon

Not a cat anymore, I‘m taking over the Twilight Princess boar idea.

Don‘t know whether he gets a full backstory just yet, so just assume he appeared one day with a crown and cult of his own, already being the God of Death.

Maybe he was already a worshipper of Demise, who was an enemy of Hylia which made Ganon and Zelda enemies by proxy, and Demise gave Ganon a crown because of… something. After the old gods‘ disappearance Ganon just carried on hating Zelda. She eventually allied with the Old Faith and the colours also became Ganon‘s enemies and it all snowballed from there. He never takes a break from being a hater, and if anything, the dedication is admirable.

That story is very much subject to change, though.

One thing I want to change from CotL pre-game-wise is that there, the aggressors are the Bishops who are afraid of the power Narinder will have if he actually figures out a way to expand his domain to encompass also its opposite, like theirs do.

In this AU, I want Ganon to be the aggressor who‘s grown inhumanely paranoid and unable to make any compromises on anything -> attacks anything and everything, but his power is literally death, so he always wins until the Old Faith get some rad relic from Zelda or smth.

As of yet unnamed cult of Ganon‘s that Shadow eventually takes over

This thing goes back to ancient times, we‘re talking when the old gods were still around, eons ago. Still, it might change idols every once in a while (Demise->Ganon->vessels like Vaati->Shadow), but the main idea behind it to revolve around death stays the same.

How the cult actually fell wasn‘t just because Zelda lent the Old Faith a relic; it was because the Faith, crown owners that they were like Ganon, exploited a mutual weakness of him, which is that the crowns require devotion to stay powerful.

Vio, as the one who’s region was the least affected by the war on account of being fucking cold and barely uninhabitable by anyone but those with his blessing, temporarily left the Faith to disguise himself as a follower of Ganon and learn more about their practices. The goal was to sow doubt, return to the Faith and appeal to those not completely satisfied with Ganon to convert them.

Yeah, he did befriend Shadow, who at the time was just amazed somebody spoke to him without giving orders.

His escape from the cult was pretty easy; the guards only watched for approaching figures, not fleeing ones, and the next morning nobody except Shadow wondered where he‘d gone. He didn‘t ask, though; it was common enough for followers to die unseen, either for sacrifices or missions. Ganon wouldn‘t like him asking after a specific person, anyway.

The strategy worked. It was a slow, but steady decline of the cult.

Shadow

I‘m not entirely sure if I‘ll choose one specific animal to refer to when designing him? Definitely not a lamb, but I could see the canon goat for him. Could also work as a sort of link between him and ganon, with the tusks and the horns? Familiar shapes? Idk. Kinda wanna play around with racoon inspo, though… Or maybe a ferret?

A follower of Ganon‘s that was very useful because of his outstanding stealth skills and thus, whenever he died during a mission, resurrected.

Not exactly sure if I want to define his backstory further back. Probably won‘t.

Ganon liked to show off his powers, so these resurrections took on the form of spectacles. Shadow has learned to hate the sound of cheers, to say the least.

When Vio came around into the cult as a ‚rescued‘ follower, Shadow mostly ignored him because that‘s what he was used to. Vio, deducing that the guy that seems to spend a lot of time around Ganon and be close to him should be a good source of information about the practices, tried to befriend him. Didn‘t work at first, because others tried that before with the motivation of gaining Ganon‘s favor through Shadow. Eventually, he came around after Vio ditched a ritual to talk with him.

Vaati

Way more chill than in the manga

Ratau replacement which tells you all you need to know

One of many MANY vessels before Shadow. They just managed to survive somehow.

Knucklebone addiction, but all money that‘s gambled with stays in their friend circle anyway because none of them go outside to shop.

Goes easy on Shadow whenever he visits because they feel responsible for him, in a concerned-but-distant-relative kinda way. Since they had to lead the cult for a while, as well, they relate to the routinely struggles of figuring out your stance on p.e. cannibalism.

[redflagshipwriter]

Snitches the cat and his favorite bat

I wrote up dpxdc fics based off of prompts I happened to see in the last day to add to the reading pile for anyone who didn't prep for the archive down time today.

EDIT

The idea for Danny as a cat came from @shycorvid, thank you so much for correcting me and letting me play in your sandbox!

Snitches the cat comes from @garbagewith-a-cherryontop (I think??? I couldn't find a definite first post!) but the fantastic linked post is the one with how I think Snitches the cat looks here.

Word count is 1053.

Tumblr reference

masterpost for my AO3 downtime fics

“Ugh- that's not- did we just summon a demon cat?”

“It's so messed up looking. Ew.”

Danny blinked and swayed on his feet. He'd had a tail a minute ago, speeding across the GZ to check in on Walker. There had been an unpleasant lurch in his stomach. And now he was on his feet. All four of them.

Wait, what?

“You fucked this up.”

His ears twitched at the sound of a slap. Danny swiveled towards the sound and then got distracted by the feeling of his ears swiveling back. Whaaaaat?

He looked down at his precious little feeties. They were adorable paws.

“Oh, you motherfuckers,” he said. It came out as a conversational yowl.

The humans looked at him from about ten feet away and five feet up. “Annoying…”

He was pretty sure they were high schoolers. There were five of them, two girls and three boys. They were all bigger than him. High schoolers were usually bigger than he was, but this was just ridiculous.

“Count yourself lucky, dimwits,” one of the older kids said. He took a step towards Danny. Danny pressed his ears flat against his head and hissed at the approach. “If you managed to sacrifice Patches to a demon, your Mom would straight up murder you.” He laughed when he said it, like anything about that was remotely funny.

Uh- what now?

Only now, Danny noticed a very distressed calico cat underneath a laundry basket on the other side of the room. There was a stack of textbooks weighing the basket down. A large rug had been rolled up and- he sneezed rapidly, eyes watering. Chalk! They'd drawn on the floor with chalk!

‘This is some incompetent summoning,’ Danny realized, way too late. ‘Did they- how did they turn me into a cat?’ He looked at his unfortunate brethren under the laundry basket. Her ears were flat against her skull and she looked scared.

He remembered the word “sacrifice” and his blood flushed hit with fury. They'd wanted him to eat her! They'd wanted something to eat miss Patches!

The teenagers froze and looked at him, aghast at the angry sounds that were coming out of his throat.

“Shut up!” One hissed. She took off her shoe and threw it at him. Danny dodged and then threw his head back to yowl even louder. Sonic attack! Aural damage, you big jerks!

“The neighbors are going to- make it shut up!”

Danny had to run, dashing over furniture and tearing his way across a crowded table to avoid being grabbed. He screamed the whole time, eager to alert whoever they were so afraid of. Someone should see!

The window burst in.

Danny stopped running, shocked. He hadn't actually expected-

Someone snatched him up from behind and smacked him on the face with a palm. His jaw exploded with pain. It cut off his yowling.

Stunned. He was still for a moment and then he struggled for his life. The grip on his ribs was way too tight-

He looked over at the sound of a sword being pulled from a sheath. Holy shit, that was bomb as hell. His eyes went wide at the sight of a heavily armored small child crouched on the windowsill. The boy's eyes were covered, but Danny could still see him look at Danny and the poor calico under the laundry basket. He sneered.

“Unhand the cat or lose your hands at the wrist, you wretch.”

Danny loved him.

The teenager dropped him. Danny caught himself with a stumble. He let out a sad mraow before he could stop himself.

Fight club baby was enraged. “What have you done to this animal?” He hopped down into the room, revealing he was at least a foot shorter than the smallest girl in the room.

Danny trotted to him and started winding around his ankles admiringly. What a good kid! He purred.

“I will be taking both of your cats with me. If you ever harm an animal again, it will be your head that is found in a chalk-”

“Robin.” A hugeass grown man squeezed himself through the window that the kid had broken. Danny craned his head up, up, up, to see him case the joint.

The older man radiated incredible judgment. “I see that you require education on animal welfare and demonic summoning. Go on, Robin.”

“That's my Mom's cat!” One of the teenagers protested. “You can't take her!”

Robin growled at her. Danny jumped in his skin at the sound.

“Then we shall return it to your Mother and her alone, when we explain what you've done.” Danny let murder baby scoop him up and purred at full volume. Hell yeah. He looked at the cowering teenagers with condescension.

“Not that fugly thing.”

Danny blinked. He ended up making an inquisitive mraow. Why was a finger being pointed at him? He was baby.

“That thing showed up, you can get rid of it. But Patches is Mom's cat, and you can't steal a cat because-”

“Batman can steal any cat!” Robin bit out, gathered up Patches, and jumped out the window with both cats in an expert grip.

That didn't sound right, but Danny just enjoyed the night air as a line pulled Robin up to where yet another masked vigilante was waiting, cackling himself to tears.

“Batman can steal any cat,” he wheezed. “Brilliant. Good detour, Robin. Can I hold one?” He held out his blue-striped palms expectantly.

He faltered when he saw Danny, visibly surprised.

Danny… was starting to feel bad. He curled into Robin, hurt. He wasn't ugly. Why did people keep reacting to him weird?

“No,” Robin said curtly. “You have damaged his pride, and Patches is still reeling from her shock.”

The man let out a sigh but let the topic go. “That's Patches, and this is…?”

Robin hesitated. “He is the Snitch.”

That unlocked cooing. “Snitches? Snitchy Snitch Sni- ow!”

Danny snapped at the hand that came way too close and he let out a warning growl. No baby talk!

Robin seemed very pleased. He rubbed behind Danny's ears. “Snitch… I suppose that Snitches will suffice. We are taking him home.”

“....Maybe, just for fun, we should take him to get treated for mange first!” The guy made jazz hands to go with his statement.

Robin and Danny both growled that time.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dani/Ellie as a member of YJ or Teen Titans.

The team is helping the JL with an all hands on deck apocalypse on earth. They are losing badly. She looks around herself, at the destruction all around her, squares her shoulders and says 'looks like it's time for the nuclear option... DADDY!!!!'

I didn't know if you've seen the post where a scary Danny got summoned instead of Klarion and everyone (heroes and villains) was getting ready to team up because of how scared/intimidated they were. That's the Danny I'm picturing answering his daughter's call for help. Maybe with an equally scary Fright Knight sword already drawn at his back.

The team was struggling with keeping the villains at bay. This was supposed to be a coordinated attack with the Justice Leauge, moving simultaneously on the other world.

Earlier yesterday, the Light had organized for reality to split apart, forming two worlds. One contains children, and the other includes adults, causing the opposite age groups to vanish before the eyes of horrified humans.

To the adults, their kids were taken in a flash worldwide. To children, their parents went missing in the same flash. It was chaotic, and if it had not been for Captain Marvel, they would have never figured out what was happening.

Dani was a little peeved that she was on the child's side, but despite being a princess of the Infinite Realms, her body technically did not form until four years ago. For all intentions and purposes, she is sixteen. So she stayed with Young Justice, following the kid's command and feeling alive.

She may request to be placed on the Team when this is all over. She sends an energy blast towards Klarion, watching the little Lord dodge with a laugh. He sends back a wave of magic that would nearly knock her out of the air if not for her gritting her teeth and digging in her heels within her ectoplasm.

She always hated dealing with the stupid Lord of Choas. They gave her Dad nothing but trouble whenever he called a court. Everything Danny suggested was a challenge on the grounds of attempting to "control" their disorder.

Honestly, Dani preferred dealing with them than the Lord of Order. They were a bunch of self-righteous uprights who didn't care about who was hurt in the process of their justice. At least the Lord of Choas admitted they were monsters.

Oddly enough, she was grateful Klarion wasn't treating her like the princess she was. It made work so much easier when he allowed her to attack him and vice versa.

"Echo!" Robin runs towards her, waving a hand. "Maneuver seven!"

She nods, abandoning her stance to shift her flight path into a large arch. Her hands clasp into a tight cup as she speeds back up into the air. Robin doesn't miss a beat, launching himself at her just in time to press his foot on her clasp hands, using them and her upward rise to launch himself clear across the field to land a mighty kick on Teekl.

It lets out a howl that quickly gathers the attention of the angered Lord of Choas. Seeing her chance, Dani fires more energy blasts, quickly forcing the witch boy into a defensive position.

She pinned him for a few seconds while Kid Flash raced toward the marking on the ground. Dani grunts to shift the ectoplasm in the air into a long beam, firing it straight at Klarion's shield.

A few cracks are forming around the dark red dome, and she is just about to break through when Teekl comes out of nowhere. A roar is the only warning she had before the blasted cat slams into her, claws digging into Dani's side, and she can only scream as the pair fall.

"No!" Kid screams somewhere behind her, but Dani can't turn since she is holding the claws of the large cat away from her and pressing into the ground to stop it from tearing her face off with its fangs. Its sneering face looms over her, snapping at the air, while her arms tremble with the force of holding the large beast at bare.

Getting her wits about her, Dani uses a ghostly wail to get the cat off her. Teekl is flung through the ai,r landing in a heap by Klarion's side.

The witch boy gasps, "Teekl!"

Dani heaves herself to her side, legs turn, and oozes a mix of red and green blood. Teekl had managed to claw at them during the fall, which meant she couldn't stand, let alone fight, for a good while.

Panting through the pain, Dani presses her hands to leg, attempting to put pressure on it. Her vision goes in and out as white-hot fire races up her legs and body. The Team struggles with an outraged Klarion just a few feet away from her.

Dani wishes, not for the first time, that she was a perfect clone of Dani. If she was, she would have all of his powers, including super healing and duplication. Instead, she sits like a heap, an utter liability to the team, as Klarion dances circles around them.

It pains her to do it, but Dani starts to drag herself away from the battle, realizing she needs to put space between herself and the danger. If the Witch Boy or his stupid cat realizes they can use her as a hostage, Dani will never live it down.

She is just about to drag herself to the tree line when she notices Zatanna raise her hand and speak in rapid-fire magic. A nearby bush drops its illusion to show a very familiar helmet. Dani's eyes widened in alarm, and she took it into her hands and slid it right on.

"Zatanna! Wait!"" She hears herself scream, but it's too late. The girl's body has become a vessel for Nabu, the champion of the Lord of Orders. She really hates those guys.

Zatanna rises into the sky, now dressed as Dr. Fate, flickering in and out of sight as the split realities mess with Nabu's anchor.

Klarion taunts him for it, seeing this as a chance to take down the ancient Dr.Fate, but Dani has other plans. Raising her hand, with every last ounce of strength she has, Dani aims one last good ecto-beam towards the crystal in the center of the spell runes.

It shatters the crystal in a thousand pieces, sending a shock wave of magic across the field. Klarion throws a fit, like the immature brat he is, before he calls back his stupid cat, and the two vanish into a portal. If Dani was feeling better, she would have chased after him.

Captain Marvel beams back into their reality, informing them the adult magic casters were all defeated by the Justice League. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when Dr. Fate and Zatara med the two worlds back together

Superboy rushes over and leaves Dani in his arms, mindful of her wounds. She offers him a soft thank you, which earns her a grunt in acknowledgment. Not one for words, that Conner Kent.

She thinks about the Conner Kent of another universe, this one younger and more arrogant, running around in leather jackets and piercings but a Young Justice member all the same. One day, she should introduce the two. If the fabric of realities didn't fall apart upon their meeting.

Dani is snapped out of her thoughts when the pair get close enough for her to make out what Zatara is begging the Order Champion. Her mouth falls open as Dr. Fate refuses to leave Zatanna's body.

"Kent would never allow-"

"I have sent Kent Nelson's soul to the afterlife." Dr. Fate cuts off Kid Flash with what sounds like a coldhearted taunt to Dani. The way he uses Zatanna's voice makes her skin crawl.

"Take me," Zatara offers desperation in his voice. "My body is at its peak, my magic stronger than my daughters. Use my-"

"No!" Dani shouts, flailing in Conner's arms. Her ectoplasm boils in her veins when she points an accusing finger at the flowing Dr. Fate. "Nah-uh. This is against the law, and you know that, Nabu!"

"You know not what you speak of,child-" The ass tries, but Dani won't hear any of it.

"Long-term overshadowing of any living being is against Infinite Realms law." She sneers, facial features slightly less round and more uncanny with her anger. Around her, the Team is staring wide eyes.

Oh, right, this version of the Team has never seen her proper Phantom form. They only know Echo- named after being the copy of the great hero Phantom- who looked awful like her human form, just color flipped.

Her Halfa form was much more appealing than her entire ghostly appearance.

Dr.Fate crosses their arms. "Against a mortal will. This child willingly gave her body to me in exchange for aid in combat. I broke no law."

"Oh yeah! We'll see what the King has to say about that!" She screams, and finally, Nabu seems slightly worried, but it vanishes quickly as he jolts Zatanna's chin at him. Using her friend like some sort of meat suit.

The nerve.

"The King has better things to do than heed the call of an unimportant child." Nabu hisses, and yeah, she's going to make him pay for that.

"It looks like it's time for the nuclear option, just remember Nabu, the Lord of Order's Champion, you brought this upon yourself." Reaching out with a hand shaped entirely of ectoplasm, Dani launches a blast at Nabu.

The Team screams, Kid Flash's voice rising about the others. "No! Zatanna feels ever hit you land!"

"Echo, stand down!" Batman commands, but Dani doesn't pay them any mind as her attack lands against Dr. Fate's cross shield. She smirked, willing her glowing hand to rip a piece of the shield and fling it back towards her.

Conner nearly drops her as Dani slams the pieces into her leg, allowing them to cover up Teekl's magic. Wobbling her lips and letting the water fill her eyes, Dani lets out a whine and then a scream.

"Daddy, help!"

At once, the field is overflowing with death magic. Every living being in the area- including the animals in the forest- is brought to their knees as a fear unlike anything they have ever experienced digs its way into their very souls.

Conner falls to his knees dropping Dani in the process but she doesn't mind. She is too busy enjoying the way Dr. Fate's entire body has gone rigid as one glowing green eye snaps behind him. Zatanna small figure is no bigger then the pupil of the glowing eye, her body bath in the glow of it's green light and even the moon pales in comparison to the might of it's shine.

The eye quickly gainst a smile, stretched across a row of sharp teeth, then a second eye, a nose, and slowly Danny, King of the Infinite Rleams, forms in front of everyone's eyes.

The sweet smell of terror fills the air as Dani breathes it in.

Danny stares at the overshawed girl, eyes locked on Nabu who is resting just behind the layer of her skin, and glares. "You have brought harm upon my heir."

Nabu is too terrified to move, so Dani puts on a bigger show, letting tears roll down her face as she calls up, "He stole my friend too! He overshadowed her and won't give her back!"

Danny's face clouds with rage. "You have taken my heir's love. Release her."

Woah, hey now, no need to out Dani like that. Blushing, Dani ducks her head as Nabu quickly allows Zatanna to take off the helmet. Danny's large hand reaches towards the helmet, ripping out the spirit of Nabu, who wails in horror as the King drags him towards a portal. "You shall face trial for these actions."

"No! Mercy, your majestic, it was for the purpose of order!" The ghost cries, but his pleas fall on deaf ears as skeleton ghosts burst out of the portal, dragging the kicking and screaming ghost through. The portal slams closed with a loud crack, Nabu's screams echoing across the field.

Danny turns his large head towards the cowering group of mortals before the pointy-dark features of death melt away into a warm human face. It's a whiplash of change as the air shifts to comfort and personified sunshine when the King smiles. "Dani, I just wanted to let you know how proud I am you joined a hero team. Visit home a little more often and bring your friends."

"I will, Dad. Thanks." She beams back as Danny's large finger presses into her side, and his healing magic overflows her body. He does the same to all of her teammates and Justice League co-workers.

They are too petrified to move or thank him for the healing, but neither is Phantom Mind.

Danny nods, winks, and then vanishes like he was never there. Slowly, sound returns to the world- the leaves rustle in the wind, and animals begin to chirp.

"Well," Dani starts, climbing out of Conners's arms and dusting her outfit. "Who wants victory fudge?"

She gains a lot of round-eye looks, and when no one answers, she sighs, "I guess we can do victory pizza instead. But I demand one kind of sweet, or I'm going home to my father to complain."

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AFAB!Pregnant Wife

Telling the batfam you’re pregnant (it’s Bruce’s)

Bruce:

You’re nervous as hell. He has four adopted kids, one biological, and three more that aren’t his but are his at the same time. You just got engaged a month ago. He’s going to think you’re baby trapping him. But just get it over with. Like ripping off a band-aid.

“I’m pregnant.”

He stares at you for a long moment. You’re pretty sure he’s not breathing. Way to fuck up the rest of my life—

He sweeps you off your feet. Literally. He holds you tight. But not too tight. He doesn’t want to hurt the baby. “How long,” he murmurs, pampering soft kisses along your neck. “About eight weeks. But I just found out last night,” you answer. He beams. You’ve never seen him light up so fast. So bright.

“You’re carrying our child?” A simple nod is all it takes.

He comes back from patrol a little earlier, is a little extra careful to not get hurt so he can take care of you. And if he was spoiling you before? It’s so much worse now.

Dick:

“You had something important to tell me? Are you okay? Is Bruce being Bruce again? Because I swear—“

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt out. Dick stares at you. “Is it his?” You’re a little offended but you can see the smile forming on his face. “Of course it’s his,” you defend. Dick laughs, wide and happy. His shoulders are relaxed for the first time in a while. “I’m happy for you. Is he smothering you already?”

So you bond over Bruce’s excessive need to spend his insane amount of money on everything.

But Dick does it too. If he sees a toy or an outfit he thinks you’ll like? Bought. He saw a collection of baby clothes based off of hero’s, bought the Nightwing ones all the way up to 2T and had them delivered to the manor.

Bruce was not happy.

Tim:

“You’re pregnant.”

“What,” you ask, “How did you even—“ “You haven’t touched alcohol at dinner for days. You’re constantly hydrating. And anytime you’re anxious, you hold your belly. It’s not rocket science,” he explains. You can see the bags under his eyes but he’s smiling, “You know that baby is going to get spoiled to hell, right?”

A nod.

He snorts, “Good. Cause as soon as they’re old enough to walk, they’re in Uncle Tim’s hands. I am going to teach them to kick Damian’s ass.” He leaves before you can say anything.

It could’ve gone worse.

Damian:

“I’m pregnant.”

This is the most nerve racking one. He’s the ‘blood son’. He’s always screaming it. Even if it is a little adorable how he uses it, you’d never tell him that. He stares at you for a long moment. “Does father know?”

“Yes.”

A long pause. He continues to stare at you. He’s harder to read than Bruce. “Can I teach them to sword fight,” he asks. It’s softer than his usual tone and there’s a soft pink on his cheeks that you really want to tease about but won’t. “Can you wait till they’re at least five or six,” you ask.

What even is my life?

He nods, “That’s acceptable.” Another pause. Then a small upcurl of his lip, “Congratulations.”

Jason:

He finds out through the media.

Not for lack of trying. But he hasn’t returned your texts or calls asking to speak to him. You know he cares a simple 911 or help and he’d be there in an instant but asking to talk? Yeah. No.

He storms into the batcave, spots you with a hand on your stomach and sipping water. He’s pissed.

“You didn’t tell me.”

Dick drags Tim away to give you two privacy. His face softens just enough to ease the tension in the air, “How far along?” “About nine weeks,” you reply. He sighs, “Do you need anything? Nausea medicine? A new future husband-slash-father?” That gets a small laugh from you.

Jason sighs and smiles, reaching for his gun. “Do you know how to use this?”

“No, but—“

He shoves the gun in your hand, “I’m teaching you. The media knows Bruce Wayne’s wife is pregnant. If we can’t get to you, you and the baby have to stay safe.”

So he teaches you to use a gun. Then personally gifts you one at your baby shower months later.

Bruce is not happy.

[rhiangalaxy]

A Wild Mobei-Jun Appears! (IAC Pt.5) (First/Prev/Next)

[ID: A Scum Villain Comic. The first panel shows a back view of Chibi!Plant Yuan watches the spirit eagle screens, the main one featuring Gongyi Xiao and Luo Binghe, to which a bubble next to him shows a :D!" face. Then the Spirit Eagle screens shatter, causing Chibi!SY to jump slightly. He turns with a concerned expression, frighteningly saying "A-Die-" As other voices scream out "What's going on???" "Lord Yue!" "What is the meaning of this?" "The Spirit Eagles!"

Panel two has Shen Qingqiu placing a hand on SY's shoulder, the other holding a closed fan with a concerned expression and saying "Stay here. Zhangmen-Shixiong and I will enter the barrier." SY protests with his fist slightly raised with a "But!" To which Chibi!SQQ points to him with an aggrieved look and states "You are to stay with your Mu-Shishu and Wei-Shishu. Understood?" Chibi!SY looks down at his fists with an "Understood" a box next to him saying "Already plotting his escape."

Panel three has Wei Qingwei and Mu Qingfang appearing behind SY to his surprise. WQW assures SQQ by saying "Don't worry. We'll keep an eye on him Shixiong." MQF with a concerned look has an hand placed on SY's arm and says "Just focus on getting the disciples to safety." Chibi!SQQ nods with a pinched look. It cuts to battle-torn Luo Binghe and Gongyi Xiao convered in various scratches and blood, both wielding their spiritual swords. LBH with a grimace states "Somethings not right..." To which GYX replies "I agree, I'm sure our Shizuns will do something-"

Panel Four is completely drawn in chibi style. A yell of "Shizhi!" startles both GYX and LBH. SQH appears with a closed eye nervous smile with his hands raised out as a bubble representing LBH goes "Shang-Shishu?" SQH replies "Ah, fancy meeting you guys here!" GYX asks "Have you come to help Lord Shang?" SQH nervously goes "Uh...yes! Of course! I'm here to get you both to-" He's interrupted by a rumble that causes LBH and GYX to tense up and stumble in confusion, LBH yelling out "What's going on?"

The final panel depicts Mobei Jun standing in front of the entrance to the Endless Abyss, an angered look on his face muttering the words "Huan Hua..." Chibi!LBH glares towards him whilst Chibi!GYX looks on with a concerned but confused look questioning "A demon lord?" Chibi!SQH stands nervously behind them, sweating with a :[ face. End ID]

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Dragonseeds (Pt. 1)

Aegon Targaryen ii x Velaryon(Cole)!Reader

Summary: If any man can claim a dragon, what good is the blood of Old Valyria?

18+ ONLY MDNI

Y/N Velaryon has loved Aegon since she was small; fascinated by the Prince, three years her senior. Like a shadow, from corridor to corridor, and one day, like a switch, they flip.

Aegon begins seeking her out, searching the castle high and low for his betrothed. Training fiercely by the sword, with the understanding that only a knight could properly defend her. A sworn sword will only go so far, they could not love her the way he does.

“I love you too much, you have ruined me.”

He often tells her, to which the princess smiles.

“As dearly as I love you.”

When they are forced to wed immediately after the incident at Driftmark, neither the prince nor princess are eager to produce heirs.

They fight often, loud, passionate disagreements. He raises his hand to her once, in a fit of rage. Using every bit of self restraint to cup her cheek instead, a bit too forcefully. With blunt nails digging into her delicate skin as she watches him with wide eyes. “I meant to strike you.” That is what one does when the person they love refuses to listen, is it not?

“You did not.”

“I wanted to,” he admits. “I could not.”

The princess offers a sad smile, turning her face into his palm. “That is what matters.”

They do not lie together for some four years, until the growing protests become too loud to ignore.

“The smallfolk believe that a strong line of succession is the work of a strong marriage. My claim is already in question, we will need a strong line.” Y/N whispers against his lips.

Aegon loves his wife, but detests the notion that she is to be bred like cattle to uphold their duty to the crown. He hates being a prince, he hates being a Targaryen.

That is why he so loves Y/N’s hair, each dark, rebellious wave. How it screams ‘I do not belong to you.’

He hacks off his silver tresses at the first sob of his wife on the birthing bed. Never allowing it to grow past his chin again.

The future Queen and King consort are blessed with twin daughters, followed by three sweet sons, the youngest two inherit their mother’s dark locks. Pleasing Aegon to no end.

“I want a daughter who favors you.” Aegon admits.

“Then we must try again.” Y/N grins.

Aegon fists a hand in her dark locks as they make love, as though it will grant his wish.

They are expecting a sixth child before King Viserys’ death. Before Aegon takes the throne to guard it. Before Y/N crowns him, in the dragon pit, at Ser Criston’s order.

“Listen to me now, these next days are critical. Decide now whether you wish to live or die, if you want your children to live.”

“My children are in danger?” Y/N whispers.

“Your children have been in danger.” Ser Criston sneers.

“Why are you helping me?”

“You know why.” Cole grits out. Blood of my blood.

“Surely it would be easier for you if I were gone.”

“I do not wish you dead.” The man tells her. “Crown Aegon, the people must see you to do it. Surrender it peacefully and they will fall in line.”

“And my mother?”

Cole squares his shoulders, “we save who we can save.”

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Only two days later tragedy strikes, pressing on the delicate ties that hold the greens together. Severing them with the news of Vhagar’s betrayal.

“I did not mean to kill Lucerys.” Aemond admits, in the presence of his mother, grandsire and brother alone.

“What did you mean to do?” Aegon slams his fist against the table.

“Have a bit of fun.”

“Fun?” Aegon scoffs, “is it entertaining to you that I must now break this news to my wife in her condition?”

“Aegon,” Alicent sighs, “mayhaps you might wait until-”

“I will not lie to her, mother.” Aegon says, “better she hear it from me.”

“The grand maester should ready a draft, something to calm her.” Otto suggests.

“No.” Aegon shakes his head.

“Think of the babe.”

“I do think of the babe!” Aegon shouts, “I think of the babe and I think of my wife. My poor, sweet, wife who is never considered by another soul, save for me.”

Alicent swallows hard.

“This world can be cruel.” Otto admits, “you must keep your wits about you, your grace.”

Aegon scoffs, storming out of the room to find his wife, standing but a foot from the doorway. “How much did you hear?”

“Very little, I was headed to look in on the children. I heard you shouting.” She admits, “it stopped me.”

“Come, my heart.” Aegon murmurs, wrapping her in his arms. “There is something I must tell you.”

Y/N nods, against his chest. It must be something awful, she can feel it in her bones.

“I need you to do your best to keep calm. Our child needs you calm, yes?”

Again she nods.

“There’s been a terrible accident,” he begins swaying her. “Lucerys and Aemond had a run in at Storm’s End.”

“No,” she clutches him a bit tighter.

“Vhagar…is accustomed to war. I do not-“ he breaks off. “Aemond insists it was an accident.”

“My brother is dead?”

“I am so terribly sorry.” Aegon murmurs, pressing his cheek to hers, in a desperate attempt to absorb even an ounce of her pain. “I am so sorry.”

“I cannot breathe.” The thought of sweet Lucerys dying frightened and alone is inconceivable.

“You must.”

“I should have been there, to fly for my mother’s claim.”

“You are with child.” He reminds her.

“I am always with child, it makes little difference.” She heaves in a bitter breath.

“You could not have changed it.”

“I might have tried!” She pulls herself away from him. “I need a moment alone.”

“My heart, you should not be alone.”

“Please,” she insists.

Aegon spends the evening drowning himself in cups, choking down the urge to murder his brother.

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Y/N and Aegon make the decision to leave with their children under the cover of nightfall.

Ser Criston catches them of course, he always seems to. Only this time he makes no move to stop them.

“I swore an oath to protect you.” Cole insists. “For too long I have stood idle, allowing Rhaenyra to guide you. To mold you into the heir she so desperately needed.” He looks to Y/N, “I offered her a quiet life on the hillside, selling oranges.”

Y/N blinks at him.

“She wanted no part in that,” Cole smiles. “I suppose Ser Harwin Break Bones was more agreeable.”

Y/N stares back at him with familiar eyes…his eyes. “Are you not ashamed of me?”

“I did not turn away from you because I was ashamed. I have never been ashamed of you. I wished only to make it easier on you, so that you would not bear the shame.” Cole tells her. “Now you decide for yourself…the life you want. Return to your mother on Dragonstone, or fly away across the narrow sea.”

Part 2

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Burning Flames II || Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron!reader Summary: Since you became High Fae there were only two things that scared you: your deadly power and your attraction toward the male you should hate most after Tamlin, Eris Vanserra. Warnings: mention of war, death and my english A/n: I'm so happy that your are liking this story! There will be more chapters, but I still have to decide how many. If you want to keep up with the story and want to get added to the taglist just ask! Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

The war was a mess. The smell of blood and death was making Eris sick. He was fighting with both his sword and his power, determined to end every Hybern's soldier that ended in front of him.

His brothers were fighting as well around him, his father too, thank the cauldron. Eris didn't know what he would have done if his father refused to fight for Prythian. Probably his plan to become the new High Lord of the Autumn Court would have seen light sooner than expected.

It was foolish to hope that maybe his father would find his end here in battle, but still it was one more motivation to stay alive and fight until the end.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, something inside his chest stirred. He wondered for a moment if a soldier had managed to slice him in the ribs, but when he looked down he saw that no blade had come close to his chest.

It felt like a string was attached to his ribs, and it urged him to run toward the forest at his right. Eris grunted as he started to make his way throught the battlefield, following the invisible string that was now yelling at him to move faster.

A sense of terror fell over him as he crept closer, as he started to be afraid to know what, or who, laid at the end of that string.

He knew it before he heard you.

"Elain, run!" your voice pierced throught the forest like a fallen star in a clouded sky. He had dreamed of that voice longer than he liked to admit.

His quick eyes scanned around him, searching for any trace of you. Suddenly the smell of burned flesh hit his nose and his legs moved on their own. He had never run this faster in his life. He knew where you were, and he knew you were fighting. Alone.

As soon as he arrived he saw burning flames blinding his eyes for a moment. Then, among them, he saw you, without any armor and with what he recognized as an Illyrian blade at your side, untouched. Around you there were six Hybern's soldiers, sneering at you.

"The King want her alive!" one of them said as you tried to aim at them with your fire. "knock her off!"

It had happened so fast that Eris was still running before he could stop it. A soldier run around you and sliced your leg with his blade. Your yell of pain cracked something inside Eris as he saw your flames going out all at once while you fell on the ground.

Faebane.

Eris saw red. Two soldiers had their hands on your arms, twisting them behind your back. As soon as he was close enough his fire errupted all around him, burning completely the four Hybern's soldiers that circled you while he took his blade in his hand and looked at the two who were still holding you.

"I suggest you to leave her." Eris' voice was as cold as death. He barely register that your head snapped up and watched him surprised.

One of the soldiers snickered and held your arm thighter behind you, making you hiss in pain. "Your father should have bowed to our king when he had the chance."

"Your king should have never came here." was Eris' response before he launched himself at them. Two soldiers were no match for someone with his battles experience. He could have ended them quickly, but he inteded to make them suffer for what they were trying to do.

He took away their swords with little effort, then he gripped their neck with both his hands and watched as they screamed while his fire burned them from the inside out.

When the burned bodies of the soldiers fell down lifeless he took a moment to enjoy what he had done, and then a grunt behind him made him turn on his heels. There you were, trying to use your sword to stand up on your good leg while the other fell useless at your side.

"Let me help." Eris said towering you and offering you his hand. He saw how your eyes stared at his hand for a moment, as if deciding if spit on it or take it. "Don't worry, I won't bite you while there is still a war I need to win out there."

His ironic voice made your eyes snap in his and...cauldron boils him. As you finally decided to take his hand and let him help you to stand up Eris felt like someone punched him in the gut. He was short of breath, his sight darkened all around him until the only thing he could see was you, and only the Mother knew how beautiful you were.

Your hair had been tied in a long braid behind your head, leaving your face in full display for him to admire. Your flushed cheeks, your brown, warm eyes behind which he knew hid a deadly, beautiful power.

Mate.

You were his mate, and he was yours.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

Every inch of his body yelled at him those words. He could feel his soul twisting and jumping, finally relieved to have found their other one.

Eris hadn't realized how long he had stared at you because at some point you took your hand away from his abruptly, the same hand you had seemed to lingered in his for a bit too long, and scoffed. "Don't you have a war to win?"

His brain needed a second to function normally again. You were watching him cautiously, and he realized that the bond hadn't snapped for you. No, it had snapped for him because you were in danger, but the bond had no reason to snap for you.

A feel of protectiveness grew inside him as he watched your bloody leg while you ripped a piece of your cloak and wrapped it around your injury.

"Unfortunately, I can't let a lady in distress walk alone in the middle of a battlefield." he said taking back control of himself and using his casual, mocking voice.

You looked at him with the same defiancing eyes that had him almost kneel when you had watched his father like that during the High Lords meeting.

"I'm not a lad-" your voice stopped abrutply as your eyes widened, looking around you.

"What's wrong?" he murmure quietly, a hand ready on his sword trying to sense any threat.

You just slowly looked around one more time, one of your hand closed thightly over your chest, holding your cloak close as if you were suddenly cold. "The cauldron is here." you said slowly as Eris watched you carefully. "He is watching. He is..." your eyes widened again, snapping toward a direction deeper in the forest. "Nesta!"

And then you run.

***

You ran like your life depended on it. Your eyes were completely watered, you weren't sure if it was from the pain in the leg or the dreadly sensation that the Cauldron made you feel for your sister. You barely saw what was in fron of you, some branches hit your face, some roots made you almost fall.

When you reached your sister your blood froze. The King of Hybern was standing in front of Nesta, Cassian was laying behind her with his wings broken and legs shuttered. They were fighting, but you saw that Nesta was only buying time.

You would not stand there and watch her die. You took a step toward them, ready to yell at the King and bring his attention on you, but suddenly a big hand covered you mouth, pushing you back against someone's chest.

You tried to break free from his grip but he was stronger and pushed you to the ground until you were both kneeling behind a bush.

"It's me, calm down." as the male whispered in your ear you recognized Eris' voice. His other arm was firmly around your waist, keeping you against his chest as he was kneeling right behind you.

For a moment you were confused. Why had Eris followed you? The King of Hybern was right in front of you, the smartest choice would have been to run and go back to the battlefiel with his soldier, so why was he there?

You tried to break free again from his hand on your mouth, but he only pressed it tighter. "What do you think you are doing?" He whispered almost angryly. "You are without power. You can't defeat him."

You brought both your hands on his and pulled it away from your mouth to be able to speak. "He is going to kill my sister." you whispered firmly, turning your head slightly toward him. You had to rose your eyes to met his, and he was already looking at you with an intensity you had never seen. "Let. Me. Go."

"No." Eris sneered almost angrier that you had suggested it. "I won't let you get yourself killed."

"Why do you care?" You almost said out loud, angry at him and looking back at your sister. "My sister needs-"

The words died in your throat as your eyes had shifted on Nesta again and lying few feet behind the King you saw a body. A human, male body. Dead. Lifeless.

Your father.

A pained cry escaped your mouth as Eris quickly blocked it with his hand again. Your hands grabbed his wrist, but not to take away his hand, but to hold it tighter.

Your father's neck was angled at an unnatural angle; his glassy eyes open, staring in front of him. Your father was dead.

Eris hold you tighter against his body as you realized you were shivering with sobs. Had he recognized the body? Had he made the connection? You didn't care, because he held you nevertless.

As you gribbed his wrist as your life depened on it you started to feel something grow inside you. Rage. Anger. Hatred. All of them directed to the King of Hybern who was now standing in front of Nesta and Cassian, both on the ground holding to each other, ready to die.

And you couldn't accept that.

You bite Eris' hand. His surprised and distraction enough for you to stand up and running away from him, toward the king. You were ready with your sword in your hand to kill him, but someone appeared from the shadows behind the King and stabbed a black blade in his throat.

Elain.

"Don't you touch my sister." Elain hissed in the King's ear as he fell on his knees.

You met Nesta's eyes, and with a silent nod you both put your hands on the hilt of the blade and twisted it in the King's neck.

When you turned around to search for Eris, he was already gone.

***

Feyre called the meeting in your old house, and you had prepared everything in just two days. The chairs, the benches, the pillows and everything else that could allow people to sit or stand comfortably through a meeting that surely would last many hours.

To your surprise Beron was the first to arrive. He didn't acknowledge you or Feyre, but he came; that was the important thing. And with him he brought Eris.

You had not seen him since the battle, and somehow you had felt a little disappointed. You had expected...what? That he would seek you out after the battle? He surely had more important things to do, and the farest away you stayed from him the better.

He had saved your life, sure, but it didn't change the type of person he was. The type of person that had made the Night Court hate him for five centuries.

As soon as he entered you had tried to keep your breathing normal. Eris had a brutal slice down his cheek and neck, full of bruises all over his face that made you understand he had went back fighting when he had disappeared.

Worry run through your blood as you saw in what state he was, but you told yourself you were tired, that your father death had brought you to worry for everyone else. You had tired yourself until blankness those days to help the injured, to keep your mind busy, because everytime you stopped doing something the tears came back.

And now, seeing Eris like that made you wondered why he hadn't gone to see a healer. The slice looked back, and a primal sensation grew inside you, needing to help him to heal.

As Nesta showed them where they would sit you tried to push away all those thoughts, telling yourself that you were just confused by the war. But as father and son sat down on their chairs, Eris looked briefly toward you, as he had alwayd known where you were standing, and something flickered in his eyes, Something you couldn't decifer.

You found yourself lost for a moment in those deep amber eyes, but as Mor's figure entered your peripheral view you adverted your eyes, focusing on the next people that enetered the house, giving them a warm smile and gesturing them to their seats.

When the meeting started you stood at Feyra's right, while Nesta stood at her left. Elain had decided to stay away from unwanted attention, but as the only humans who had ever been Made, the three of you stood at the center, rappresenting the perfect middle between High Fae and humans.

People shared their stories, humand and Fae alike. They shared their lives, Feyre told hers, and you had to close your eyes to not cry in front of everyone for what she had been throught. Your little sister, alone in the Fae world had died, and you had risked to lose her forever had it not been for Rhysand and the other High Lords.

You clenched your hands tight in front of you. You would not tell your story. Not yet. Not to everyone. Every choice had been taken away from you since a long time, and even if it sounded extremely selfish, your first choice would be to keep your story for yourself.

The stories you heard were all about the same. Loss and deaths. Loss and deaths in all form and ways. All of the stories might start differently, but they all ended the same. With this war. With someone dead.

And for a moment your eyes fell on Eris again, who was listening carefully every story. You could have easily been part of that stories of death. Your sister might have had to tell the story of how you had died if it hadn't been for him. He had chosen to not let it happen. You couldn't understand why, but he still had. And even if he was a horrible person, you owed him.

His eyes never met yours during the entire night, and something inside you told you he was doing it on purpose. He was avoiding your gaze.

As the meeting come to an end you felt the physical need to talk to him, and it terrified you. You had met him just twice, and talked to him once. It didn't make sense that you wanted to talk to him, but you told yourself it was because he had saved your life. Yes, that was it.

As soon as the people left the house you put the hood of your cloak on your head and followed silently, never loosing sight of the redhead few rows in front of you. You needed to find him away from his father and his brothers, or it would have been extremely awkward.

But one you were alone with him what would you do? Thank him? Ask him why he saved you? Telling him you were extremely confused because the Inner Circle always pictured him as an arrogant, selfish asshole while he had no esitated to save you and stop you from getting killed from the King of Hybern?

Fuck it, you had lost him. You had a vague idea of where the Autumn Court's camp was, but you didn't dare to walk too close to it knowing damn well that their High Lord didn't like you at all.

"Tell me, is it hard for you to stay out of trouble or you find it funny?" a deep voice said behind you making you jump. You turned around and saw Eris hid in the shadows of two tents. "You made a fool of my father at the High Lords meeting, you should stay away from his soldiers."

You took a step closer to him and lowered the hood from your head as you rose your chin looking at him cautiously. "I was looking for you."

Eris didn't hide the surprise on his face. "Why?"

Yeah, why? Your eyes fell on the ugly scar on his face. "You saved my life." You said quietly. "Let me repay the debt by curing you."

He rose an eyebrow, looking at you suspiciously. "Didn't your watch dogs warn you about what a bad guy I am?"

You rolled your eyes and let a bright flame appeared on your hand as you walked closer to him. "I can handle myself, thanks for your concern." You saw him tensing as you stepped closer and you let a sigh. "If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't do it in the middle of a war camp."

Eris' eyes locked in your with an annoyed look. "And, pray tell, how can you cure what other healers couldn't?"

You ignored how his deep voice sent shivers down ypur spine, telling yourself it was for the cold air. "My fire has healing properties. I don't think there is something that my cauldron's gift can't cure." You gestured with a finger to turn his head to one side.

"Have you ever done it before?" he asked uncertain.

You took a deep sigh feeling your patience running out. "Are you always so difficult with people who want to help you?"

"Only if they are pretty." he grinned with a wink.

A sudden need to slap him grew inside you, with something else that you carefully ignored. "Last chance to turn your head or I'll let that ugly scar leave a mark on your face for the rest of your life."

His grin grew wider but, thank the cauldron, he turned his face to one side and shut his mouth. You brought the little flame that glow in your left hand close to his scar while with your other hand grabbed his chin gently. "It won't hurt, just tickle."

He tensed under your touch, and you wondered if in five hundred years someone, beside his mother, had ever showed him kindness. You mentally slapped yourself. Those were dangerous thoughts. From the stories you had heard Eris had never showed kindness himself, so why someone should be kind to him? You were only fufilling a debt, nothing more.

Standing so close he towered you with little effort, and you almost had to go on your tip toes to reach his cheek. For a moment you wondered how many people had stood so close to the heir of Autumn and didn't get hurt, but you pushed those thoughts away.

Your flames dances around his scar for few seconds before it started to heal in front of your eyes. As soon as it was healed completely you took a quick step back, putting distance between your bodies.

"Done." you said clearing your throat.

He touched his healed skin with his fingers silently before bringing his eyes on you. "Thank you." he gave you a nod.

You nodded back politely as your mind started to gather all the reasons why you should leave and forget about him as soon as possible. The list was extremely long. "Good night, Eris."

You put your hood back on and turned on your heels, ready to leave when his voice stopped you. "My tent is at the east side of our camp. I sleep there with my soldiers and they have a strict order to not hurt anyone." You looked over your shoulder, confused by his words. "If you ever need something, come there. You'll be safe."

You didn't hide the confusion on your face, but gave him a nod and thanked him quickly before walking away in the dark.

Eris was dangerous; his encinting amber eyes were dangerous; his silky voice was dangerous; his whole body was dangerous, and not because it was lethal on a battlefield, but because it made you forget every horrible action he had ever did. Only by looking at him you had almost dreamed things that would never be possible, and it terrified you.

For the next days you never placed foot again near the Autumn's camp, and Eris never sought you out.

tag: @adventure-awaits13

[myvoiddreams]

Fragments of Starlight

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: With the impending war, Y/N is captured by Hybern's general. As they struggle to protect those they care about, they reflect on their unrequited feelings for Azriel and their insecurities within the Night Court.

Word Count: 4,585

Warnings: ANGST, violence, torture, dark themes

A/N: This is my first time ever writing anything like this. I am a true sucker for angst. This is meant to go along with some of the events of ACOWAR, but of course, it’s different. Please don’t come at me for not following it’s exact story line. ALSO, I know that Azriel or Feyre would NEVER, but it’s just for the heartache okay!!

Part 2, Part 3

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Now

All of it, it was all going to shit. I don’t know how my ears weren’t bleeding at the sheer amount of noise coming from the chaos around me. So much screaming, but was it Hybern’s forces, or our own? Everything was ringing, my head throbbing along with it. It was almost as if my breaths were not reaching my lungs. I was on the ground, all fours underneath me as I tried and tried to get myself to my feet. Everything was sore, it was like my muscles were not working. I stretched for the source of the aching on my temple and what I found was the warm, wet consistency of fresh blood.

My family, where is my family? Panic drenched me like a bucket of ice water.

With a groan, I grabbed my sword that lay beside me and turned to face the sky, now sitting at least. The sky, it was so blue. It almost felt like a disgusting joke to see something so beautiful, as dead bodies lay at my feet. Hybern’s forces were surrounding me, there was no escaping this.

I grit my teeth as I stand, my blade in hand. Dizziness rolls off me in waves, so much so that nausea is found coursing through my veins. I don’t get very far up before I’m slammed back down to the earth. My face hits the dirt as all the air leaves my lungs, leaving nothing but the taste of the earth and blood in my mouth. There is someone standing on my back, applying enough pressure I’m sure I’ll have a broken rib or two.

“Don’t go too far, sweetheart. We are just getting started with you.” A cry of pain leaves my lips as one of Hybern’s generals continues to crush my ribcage. The nausea and ringing in my head is too much. Then, with another blow to my head, everything is dark.

---

Before

“Oh, come on now sweet cheeks! You can do better than that. Az and I trained you myself!” Cassian’s voice was oh so annoying as he pinned me to my back. Sweat was gleaming across both of us as we spent the morning training. I was panting as my mind continued to reel.

Life had gotten tense with the Inner Circle recently. Not only was Prythian on the cusp of war with Hybern, but now we had to juggle the two newly made Fae that were the Archeron sisters.

I honestly felt bad for them. They did not ask for this life. I can only image what it would be like to go through life having your humanity ripped from you. Now knowing that you are going to be around for centuries instead of decades. And I felt bad for Feyre, who never wanted to see her sister’s dragged into this.

Usually, Azriel would be here with Cassian and me. Usually. It seemed as though Azriel had been getting far in over his head with the middle Archeron sister as of late. I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. But, I would never admit that fact out loud. Elain was half here and half not. Whenever she did speak, she’d just spew some crap that didn’t make any sense. But, that didn’t stop Azriel from spending any time he was not preparing for the war, with her.

Azriel. My heart seized at just the mention of his name. I had known the Shadowsinger for centuries. I stood by his side as he faced his own inner turmoil about Rhys being taken from us right under our feet. I stood by him even before that as I watched Windhaven and Devlon try to take was little he had away from him. Really, I had stood by everyone in this Inner Circle. But Azriel, Az was different. This too I would never admit out loud.

It took me holding him one night, after he had dreamt of his hands being lit aflame again, that it snapped. In all his vulnerability, it just, snapped. Az and I had shared a connection, a friendship, and I had loved him far long before the mating bond clicked in place. It only felt right that it was him. But, it hasn’t snapped for him.

It hurt, every single day, it hurt. And to watch him try so hard to make whatever it was happen with Elain, who was mated to someone else, made me feel worthless. This too, was not his fault. How was he supposed to know when I refused to breathe a word of it. Honestly, it might be a good thing, the distance. It hurts, but Azriel deserves happiness. I don’t know if I’m the one who can give him that.

“Damnit Cass!” I grunted as I fought back from his restraint.

“You are letting yourself get sloppy, Y/N. No room for that on the battlefield.” His face was smug. I felt some embarrassment creep up my neck and find its way on my cheeks.

“I know, I know.” I huffed. “Just let me up already.” I gave up on fighting back. Recently I found myself lacking the energy I used to have. I used to be full, driven, but I have found myself distant lately.

“Look, are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? You have not had your head in the game recently.” He stood and held a hand out to me. Cassian only wanted to check on me, it was nice really. I just wasn’t used to it. I had been the one the members of this court had always leaned their heads on. There just seemed to be no room for the others to do the same for me. So, I never asked them to. I wasn’t going to start now.

“I’m fine Cass, just tired.” I retorted.

“Aren’t we all sweet cheeks.” He said as he patted my back.

---

Now

Fire is crackling somewhere near me, but I can’t feel its warmth. I feel myself chained up. My arms were far above my head, hanging me from a support post. My feet had been stripped of their shoes, and now chains wrapped around my ankles. My body hurt, breathing hurt, and my head hurt. I was sure that this hellhole was only going to make it worse.

“Ah, there she is. Glad to see you actual awoke, we were starting to get worried.” Spoke the same general who broke my ribs.

I kept my mouth shut, only glaring at the direction of the voice. My vision was still blurry, and where I hope there was only one of him, I saw three.

The entrance flap of the tent open and closed to reveal another male. This one, I recognized. The King of Hybern himself.

“If it isn’t Y/N of the Night Court. I have to say, my men did a fine job bringing you in here for me. Wouldn’t you say so?” His voice was gruff. “Now that you’re here, we some questions we need answered, and I suggest you do answer them, dear. I’m sure you don’t want to find out what will happen if you don’t cooperate.”

I lazily lifted my head toward the King and sneered. “Try me.” I bit back, my voice laced with venom.

“Oh, I was afraid you’d say something of those sorts.” The king waved in another male, he was in head to toe in black. Something similar to what I’d see our very own Shadowsinger wear. Only this male was no where near the build of Az, but damn, did he look pissed.

The male pulled out a small dagger that was sheathed on their waist and made his way closer to me. I couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape my lips, “Size does matter you know,” I quipped. I know this man was here to interrogate me, but I could not let these people know how truly vulnerable I felt.

“Oh? I beg to differ.” The male stated as he plunged the dagger into the flesh of my calf.

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Before 

Rhys wanted to have a family dinner tonight. It would be the first one in quite a long time. With everything going on, who was to blame anyone? I couldn’t say I was looking forward to it though. I used to love the time I could spend with my family, but now, it wasn’t the same. Not when my family was no longer the same. 

Rhys had Feyre, who don’t get me wrong, I love, and I love to see Rhys have the mate he has always deserved. But, with the additions of the Acheron sisters came with something strained. Cass hasn’t said anything, but I see the way he looks at Nesta. Nesta, who wants absolutely nothing to do with him, or any of us for that matter. Mor and Amren hadn’t been around as of late. Both were too busy preparing for this inevitable war. Mor with being an emissary and Amren with working out some logistics of the Cauldron. 

And Az. Azriel was no longer seeking me out. No longer spending time in the training ring or the library with me. Instead, he was with Elain. 

And then, there was me. Before this family all I was, was alone. Finding this family had saved me in more aspects than one, but I can feel it shifting under my feet, about to give way and take me with the edge of it. 

This though, is something I would never speak about. There is enough going on as it is. No one needs to be burdened about me, my unreciprocated feelings for the Shadowsinger, or my silly feelings of insecurity. I’m a friend to the court, a warrior, sometimes an advisor, but, I am nothing compared to the rest of them. I simply do not hold enough importance, and that is something I must live with. Something I am terrified they will realize as well. 

I was the last to make it to the table. Cauldron, even Elain is here. And next to Elain was Az. Hazel eyed, messy haired, Az. We caught each other’s eyes. I couldn’t help but let a smile creep up onto my face in greeting, and he smiled back.

I took my seat next to Cass and Amren and looked at the table around me. Even though war was around the corner, it felt good to gather as if nothing was wrong. Conservation started buzzing, everyone started eating, and I drifted off to a place that wouldn’t hurt me.

—- 

Now

Sweat is dripping off me in beads. My body is littered with cuts and bruises. But, I didn’t say a word. Not a single word about the size of our armies, not a word about what Rhys and the others had planned, not a word about our allies. Not a word. And I was paying for it.

Gods. They had left me here, giving me a break from the beatings and the torture. Whatever the used must have been laced with faebane because I have never felt this weak. This out of control of myself. I wasn’t healing, and I was still losing blood. At this rate, it wasn’t looking good. I was still hanging from my arms, I’m sure at this point I had a shoulder out of it’s socket. A rustling began again at the entrance of the tent.

“Back for more?” I croaked. My throat was completely dry from the screaming. But, when I got my eyes open enough to see what the cause of the noise was, my heart stopped dead in it’s tracks.

Elain.

---

Before

I retreated from dinner early. As pitiful as it sounds, I couldn’t be around it. I couldn’t stand to see Azriel with her any longer. Not when I knew he was the one who was slowly healing her and ruining me.

Knocking at my bedroom door pulled me from my thoughts and I was looking into a book, not really reading it. “Come in,” I shouted.

The site of Azriel caught me off guard. Once upon a time, it was normal for him to seek me out from my room. Now, it simply wasn’t. I couldn’t help but tense.

“Oh! Az!” I put my book down and stood. “How are you doing?” I smiled up at him.

“You would know if you hadn’t left dinner so early.” He looked down at me, frowning and crossing his arms. It was rare that Az was upset with me.

“Look, I’m sorry, I’m tired after training today.” I gave him a sad smile, not wanting him to push the issue further. “But please, tell me what I missed.”

This somehow made his shadows start to swirl around him and he huffed. “I was telling everyone how much progress Elain had made. She’s having actual conversations now.” He smiled at it, proud.

I tried not to show any hurt on my face. I have no right for this to hurt me. He was helping someone, and I had to be pitiful enough that I was jealous.

“That’s amazing Az, you’ve helped her a lot.” I let another smile grace my face. Before I knew what I was saying it was falling out of my lips, “But, you do realize that she is mated, right?”

Azriel’s demeanor shifted. His shadows became agitated, “Elain is a friend. She is going through a lot, and she needs support.” He sighed, “Plus, I think that cauldron could be wrong.” That sentence alone was enough to rip whatever was left in me to shreds. Why couldn’t he see me?

I had to take a deep breath to keep the silver lining in my eyes in place. “Az, when in your life have you ever seen the cauldron be wrong? Why would it start being wrong now?”

“Look, maybe you’ll understand one day, but it’s wrong about her and Lucien.” He crossed his arms now.

“It sounds like you want to it be wrong. Whether it is, or not.”

Azriel was growing frustrated. His eyebrow ticked and he huffed, “Can you blame me for wanting something more?”

“She is mated Azriel. Off limits.” I tried to stress him. “I don’t want to see you hurt if it doesn’t turn out the way you want.” I sighed. “I wouldn’t want my mate ripped away from me, I’m sure Lucien doesn’t either.” He doesn’t even realize that I’m talking about him. Not a single clue.

“Ripped away? Look Y/N, just because you’re alone, does not mean I have to be. Why are you making this about you?” He nearly snarled at me. Snarled. “I have finally found another purpose other than this war. I have found something, someone, to spend my time with and enjoy.”

His words hit me like an arrow to the chest. Alone. Maybe they all did see me, and they just didn’t care. Why couldn’t I be enough for him? Why hadn’t in all the time and cherished memories we have together be enough. We had held each other in hardship. We had trained together. We had grown together. We had spent countless Starfalls together. We had shared so many laughs and touches. Why wasn’t what we had enough for him?

The weight of Azriel’s words hung in the air, heavy silence settling between us. My heart ached with the sting of his remark, and I fought to keep any of my remaining composure.

I deflated, “Az,” I tried to sigh as he cut me off again.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so insecure, you’d see that I’m just trying to help someone who’s been through a lot. You’re jealous and it’s clouding your judgment.” He stared at me, and I had to look away. I didn’t realize it but I began to shake. I couldn’t tell if it was from rage, or from the way my heart cracked as he spoke.

“I think you should go Az.” My voice began to break, and I could tell that my walls were going to come down. Not once had I ever asked him to leave.

His own eyes softened, and he reached for me, “Wait.”

He tried to continue but I cut him off, “Leave, Azriel.” I turned to face away from him. I gathered my arms together. I couldn’t let him see the tears that were rolling down my face, I wouldn’t.

He pulled his arm back to himself and hesitated, seeing the pain he was causing me. Without another word, he turned and left, the door closing behind with a heavy finality.

---

Now

Elain. What the fuck was she doing here?

Seeing her tore me from my stupor. She acted as if she was in a trance, half there. I was really panicking now. I could take this torture and pain, Elain, I don’t think she would last. I could hardly pull at my restraints at this point.

“Elain! Elain!” I screamed at her, trying to get her attention. One of the males that was hauling her in, left her side and strolled to mine. Next thing I knew I was tasting my own blood in my mouth as his fist met with my face. As the blood welled up in my mouth, I felt rage hit me. I spat at him. His face now coated with the bloody saliva that he caused me.

He wiped his hand over his face, ridding it of its bloody covering. I snarled at him as he drew a blade. Good. This way the focus would stay on me and not Elain. He brought the blade to my face, slicing a thin mark down my cheek. “If you wanted more, you could’ve just asked.” He trailed the blade down my neck, and now to my collar bone, all the while slicing lightly as he went. He brought his lips to my ear and his hand grabbed my face, “I have so much more than just blades and fists in store for you, girl.”

It was almost too hard to stomach. I didn’t want to know what he was alluding to. Elain, do this for Elain. I told myself. I kept silent and he pushed me away, returning to the other male who was already putting Elain into restraints.

Why is she here? Why is she not fighting back?

As they finished with her restraints, Hybern himself walked back into the tent.

“Cauldron be damned, if it’s not also Feyre’s cauldron made sister.” Hybern chuffed, “We are truly going to have such a fun time together.” He chuckled as he looked between Elain and I.

He nodded at his men and they both reach for their knives. One for me. One for Elain.

“Wait!” I blurted as I saw the man move toward Elaine, “Please, leave her unharmed.”

“Hmm,” hummed Hybern, “Now, tell me pretty thing, why would I do that?”

“She’s a Seer. Please, you must leave her unharmed or she will be no use to anyone. She will not come out of any trance if she is harmed.” I didn’t know if what I was blabbing was true. I only knew that I needed to protect Elain, for she could not protect herself.

Hybern nodded again at the male who was at Elain’s side. The male sheathed his blade and I let out a silent sigh.

“You on the other hand,” Hybern turned his attention back on me, “I have some questions about pretty Elain.” A wicked smile reached the lips of the male in front of me, as he lifted his blade threatening. “You, dear Y/N, best answer them.”

The male reached for my shirt and tore it in half. Now leaving my chest and abdomen exposed to the air, only a warrior’s wrap covering my breasts. I gasped at the bite of the air reaching my skin. My abdomen was littered with black and blue bruising from the beatings. The faebane in my system slowing any kind of healing.

I turned my face to a stone grimace. I could do this. I told myself. If nobody comes for you, then surely someone will come for Elain.

That truth hurt almost as much as the torture that I was being put through.

---

Before

It had been about a week since I’d seen Azriel. The bond that used to hum in my chest felt vacant. Rhysand had sent me and Cassian to one of the Illyrian war bands that were positioned in case of an attack.

It was a single flaming arrow that was sent into a tent that set everything into utter chaos. Cassian was in the middle of a meeting with some of the other commanders, and I was in the training ring.

Hybern’s forces hit us as if we were nothing but an anthill in their way.

I don’t know where Cassian was as I fought and fought, until I was brought down.

---

Now

I was hardly holding on. I had no energy to cry out anymore. No energy to even lift my own head up. My abdomen and back was near ribbons after that male drove his blade into me again and again.

Elain had seemed to snap in and out of it. When she was somewhat coherent, she would only cry. I felt bad for her, but I had done what I could do protect her. There wasn’t a single scratch on her.

At thinking of Elain my mind drifted to Azriel. I wonder if he’s looking for me, if not, her.

The inner circle had to know that something was wrong at this point. I only hope that Cassian was also okay after we were ambushed. I’m sure if he wasn’t, he’d be right next to me also receiving the beatings I was.

Blood dripped down my back, creating a small pool under me. I truly didn’t know how much longer I would last. I had never felt weaker in my life.

I should’ve told him that night. Anguish was suffocating me. I found myself retracing everything I did as of late. The way I stole myself away from my family because I was being nothing but pitiful. The way they started to treat me differently. The way one no one would come to me anymore, and I would not go to them. No wonder they have left you here. You are nothing to them. My mind bit at me.

What truly bothered me was the downfall of mine as Azriel’s friendship. He was the one person I could always truly count on. If I had fallen in training, if I had drank too much, if some stupid male had broke my heart, it was always Azriel that had caught me, and me him. It’s why I fell in love with him long before the bond snapped its place into my heart. And now I was going to die without him ever knowing. I was simply going to fade away as my blood pooled underneath me.

It's better this way. I told myself. Elain is unharmed, and I will fade before anyone knows of this bond. The war will be won and Az will be able to move on with someone he finds joy in.

I couldn’t help but let tears run down my face. I wanted to scream, to find some way out, but with the faebane running through me, I was simply too weak.

---

I woke to the sound of rustling at the entrance of the tent. The rustling led to Elain, and I could hear her restraints being messed with. I nearly couldn’t pry my eyes open at the sound. Maybe they would finally take me from my misery. I silently hoped. That’s when I heard a quiet gasp. I looked up to see.. Feyre? And behind her, the one messing with Elain’s chains, Azriel.

My heart lurched to a stop. They had come to help, we were going to get out.

“Azriel..” Feyre quietly said as he brought Elain into his arms.

“What.” He nearly hissed at her. That’s when he looked up and truly saw me.

“Az.. Feyre..” I choked on my words. Help was here. I was going to get out of here. To make it. Finally something positive bloomed in my chest in place of where that hole had found itself.

Azriel set Elain back down and rushed to my side. He put a hand to my cheek, “Y/N, we couldn’t find you anywhere. Cass, he said you were missing after the battle.” His touch sent shivers down my beaten spine.

My restraints still bore heavily into my wrists where I was strung up. Then, there was rustling and yelling coming from outside of the tent.

“Help me down, please.” My voice was raw and pleading.

The yelling was getting closer and closer.

“Az, we have to leave, now.” Feyre said, trying to scoop Elain into her arms.

Azriel’s hand left my cheek, and panic flared into his eyes as he took in my state.

Hybern’s soldiers were coming, realizing something was wrong. Azriel looked between Elain and I, backing up from where I was strung up. He was backing away from me. Why was he backing away from me?

My own panic started to settle deep inside of me, long squashing any hope that had found it’s place.

“Azriel… please,” I coughed quietly. Dread was setting deeply inside of me. They didn’t plan on saving two. They came here for Elain, not me.

A sob found it’s way onto my lips as he picked Elain from Feyre’s arms. Feyre herself looking torn, her eyes expressing so much anguish.

“We will come back Y/N. I promise.” Azriel’s words were yet another punch to the gut.

I couldn’t help but let the sobs I had been holding onto for so long bubble out of me.

“Please don’t leave me here.” I cried, no longer caring for the quietness. They both stiffened at the sound of my voice. “Please,” I was gasping for air as this point, “If you’re not going to take me, then at least put me down.”

Their eyes widened at my statement, but I couldn’t hold for much longer. I needed this pain to end. This suffering to be over with.

“We will be back. I will come straight back.” Azriel hushly stated. His eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes were boring into me. They were trying to convince me he was telling the truth, but I knew better. I knew that they were only getting into the camp once successfully.

They chose Elain. They were going to leave me behind.

“Just kill me, please kill me…” I sobbed, “Please if you are going to leave me behind, then just kill me.”

Feyre was crying now, and Azriel. I knew, that even though he was choosing Elain, Elain to save, and Elain to love, he still wouldn’t harm me.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” Feyre bubbled out of her crying lips as she quickly left the tent under her cloak.

Azriel and I made eye contact again through my sobbing, through the tears that were leaving my eyes in force. “I will be right back. I will come back for you.” And then, he was gone. With Elain in his arms.

I broke, truly broke. No weapon could hurt me as much as the sight of who I loved most, my mate, leaving me here, strung up and bleeding out.

[librarygarten]

#1 Chain x Space Orc! Human! Reader - Body Swap

I've seen some body swaps floating around, but I think it would be funny if reader was also a Space Orc Human :] Part 1 includes Sky, Four, and Time Part 1 (you are here) ✿ Part 2 ✿ Part 3

Duck. Dodge. Punch. Repeat.

The wizzrobe before you was growing incredibly frustrated. Most of its spells seemed to simply glance off of you with no effect. Others simply stung, leaving angry red marks where they touched your skin. You socking it in the face repeatedly probably just upset it further.

You were different from your traveling companions. Your ears were round. You had never wielded a sword. Magic seemed to have no effect on you. Oh, and you could bench press a Lynel without breaking a sweat.

Link swung his sword, slashing at the wizzrobe’s back. The thing cried out, flying up toward the ceiling of the room.

How had it gotten like this? The chain had entered the dungeon together, but now it was only you and Link. You hadn’t even seen them leave. You had been talking with Link, and when you turned around, the rest of the chain was simply. Gone.

The wizzrobe muttered something to itself in its strange language. It held its hands in front of itself, and you realized, perhaps too late, that it was chanting something. An orb of dark energy appeared between its palms. You didn’t even have time to think when it flung the spell at Link. You just knew whatever it was would be bad news if it hit him. You sprinted towards him, trying to get between him and the spell. Unfortunately, you were just a bit too slow. The energy hit your back, but you weren’t able to shield Link completely. You aren’t sure where it hit him, but right now it felt like your bones were on fire.

You screamed, falling to the floor. Behind you, the wizzrobe snickered, and you heard the damned thing teleport away. Great. Groaning, you got up. You muscles screamed at you in protest, demanding a break you couldn’t give them yet.

“Ugh, stupid wizzrobe,” you sigh before deciding to check in on your traveling partner. “You okay?”

Your voice sounded weird. Had your ears popped? Man, that spell had hurt.

Sky

“Um, Y/N?” You hear a voice say. It sounds vaguely familiar, but it definitely wasn’t any of the Links, especially not the one you had been with during the fight. You whip your head towards the speaker, only to be met with your own face.

You look at the thing wearing your face. Generally speaking, things that took your likeness were bad news. You mind races with different possibilities. Shadow clone? Skinwalker? Mirror dimension? You brace for a fight, only to feel an unfamiliar weight in your hand. Strange. You look down, wondering if you had picked something up without noticing.

Was that the freaking Master Sword????

You look at the sword in your hand, then down at your clothes. This is not the outfit you put on this morning, but you recognize it. Green tunic. White cape. You put a hand to your mouth in shock, but then you feel a structure that is very much not your face under your fingertips.

“Sky???” You turn to the thing with your face and it grimaces.

“Present.” He smiles, one of the corners of his (your?) mouth slightly higher than the other. The expression is cuter when it’s on his face, you think.

“What.” You motion at him (you??). He shrugs.

“I have no idea. My best guess is that the wizzrobe swapped us? Like now I’m in your body?” Sky looks down at his new form, turning to examine his new arms. He furrowed his eyebrows and pokes at his bicep. “Wow. I never realized how big your muscles are. I feel like I could pick up Epona, now.”

You feel your new face grow hot at his comment. Oh, but that did remind you.

“Uhh, do you want Fi back?” You hold the sword out to him, only to be shocked by how much effort it takes to hold it up with your arm fully extended. Thankfully, Sky takes it.

“Thanks.” He points to the room’s entrance, currently blocked by the metal bars that had swung into place right after you had entered the room and shortly before the wizzrobe had attacked. “Guess we���re stuck for a while.”

“What do you mean?” You give him a quizzical look. He gives you one back.

“The only door to the room is locked. Normally, it would open when we defeated the monster in the room, but I think it… left?”

“Just bend the bars.” You grin.

“Bend the giant metal bars? With what?” He glances around the room, searching perhaps for a tool you had seen that he hadn’t. The room is empty.

“You’ve got my body now!” You laugh. “If this place was made by anything that lives in Hyrule, Lorule, Termina, etc., it should be a piece of cake! Honestly, all your buildings are so fragile it’s a headache to not ruin stuff when we go into a town.”

“Wait, really?” Sky tilts his head. “You’re that strong?”

“You have seen me punch a hole through a guardian from Wild’s era with my bare hands.” You deadpan. He nods nervously, places the Master Sword in its sheath, and grabs the bars. As expected, the metal bends with almost no effort on Sky’s part. He pauses for a moment, as if shocked by his strength. You skip past him.

“Come on! Let’s go find the others. I bet Rulie can fix this. I do not like being this short.” You smirk.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m above average height for a Hylian! You’re just freakishly tall!” He laughs, following you down the hall.

Four

“Peachy,” someone says. Strange. That voice sounds vaguely familiar, but it certainly wasn’t Four’s. You look up, only to be inches away from your own face. Both you and the… other you? yelp, jumping backwards. You land less than gracefully on your butt.

“Ow,” you groan, rubbing your tailbone. Weird. Since when did hitting the ground hurt so much?

“Who are you?” The other you stares at you, eyes wide.

“Me? You’re the one wearing my face! Who the heck are you?” You scowl.

“I didn’t split, did I?” The other you looks confused. “No, can’t be. The Four Sword is right-” They reach up, as if to grab a sword from their back. But you’ve never worn a sword on your back, and whatever the thing was had copied your entire outfit, including your lack of a weapon. The other you curses, turning to look behind itself. Looking for something?

You decide it doesn’t matter. Now’s your chance to overpower it. If it’s just an illusion, it should be easy to grapple the thing and force it to tell you where the heck Four and the wizzrobe went. If it’s a perfect copy, it might be a bit harder, but that’s a future you problem.

“What did you do with Four you weird Skinwalker wannabe!” You cry, flinging yourself at the other you. Then you feel yourself hitting the wall. What?

Your head spins as you slide to the floor, struggling to take air into your lungs. You see the other you, a shocked expression on its face. One of its arms was raised. It must have thrown you off as soon as it felt you grab it. So it had copied your strength. Great.

“Wait… Y/N???” The other you’s mouth hangs open. It slowly approaches, and you pull yourself to your feet. You’re barely taller than its waist. Oh. Oh no.

“Four???” You need to crane your neck to look at his (your?) face. You quickly decide that being short is horrible and you would like to go back to being at least a head taller than everyone else in Hyrule. Even if you kept bruising your forehead on low doorways.

“Oh, thank Hylia.” He laughs, swiping the hair away from his face. “For a second I thought there was another me again.”

“What do you mean ‘again’?” You cross your arms.

“Long story.” He smiles.

“Don’t tell me you have an evil clone of yourself, too.” You groan. “Time’s is bad enough. I don’t want to deal with two.”

“Oh, no. Well, not any more, I don’t think.” He looks at the ground. “Although I do wonder where he’s gone, given the situation.”

You look at the ground he’s staring at. Nothing particularly interesting, just stones. The torch behind you makes your shadow stretch across the floor. Before you can ask what he’s even talking about, your shadow waves.

“What the heck!?” You jump back, as if that would separate you from your own shadow.

“Huh. I guess he’s your problem now.” Four chuckles. Your shadow makes a rude gesture. Four makes one back.

“Please tell me I’m hallucinating.” You sigh. Was his shadow alive? How was that even possible? You missed home, where magic was confined to books and movies and shadows obeyed the laws of physics. “This is some Peter Pan type BS, right here.”

“It’ll be fine.” Four waves his hand, shooing away your comment like a bothersome fly. “I’m sure this is temporary.”

“Fine.” You nod at the shadow. “Nice to meet you, I guess. I would have introduced myself earlier if Four had told me you existed.” You shoot the Hylian in question a scolding look.

“Sorry. There was just never a good time to bring it up.” He winces. Outside of the room, down the hallway, you hear the unmistakable sound of wizzrobe laughter. If you kill that stupid thing, maybe the spell will reverse.

“We can talk about this after I get my body back.” You motion towards the laughter. “Let’s go. Being short sucks.”

“Hey!”

Time

“I’m alright.” You hear a voice say. It’s not Time’s, but you’re so disoriented you can’t seem to care. Your head is swimming and your vision seems funny. Not blurry. Just… off.  Like a part is missing. You reach up, touching your face, and freeze.

One of your eyes is closed, and you can feel the ridges of an old scar tracing over your eyelid and down your cheek. It’s not your face, but you know exactly who it does belong to. You look up, only to see your own face staring back.

“Great.” You groan, picking yourself up off the ground and dusting off your legs. The armor you're wearing clinks against itself quietly, the weight unfamiliar on your shoulders. “Just great.”

“What am I looking at?” Time asks with your voice. You cringe.

“We got swapped.” You hold out your hand to help him off the floor. He takes it. His grip is crushing, and you pull away, causing him to fall back down. “Ack! Dude, watch the hand!”

“Sorry. I’m not used to… this.” He trails off as he watches you pry the now very bent metal piece off of the glove on your hand.

“It’s fine.” You lie. Your hand throbs, and there’s a non-zero chance that he just broke one of your (his?) bones. “Just be careful, okay? You Hylians are kind of delicate.” You hold out your other hand.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He raises an eyebrow, but gingerly grabs your hand and hoists himself to his feet.

“I have picked all nine of you up, at once, on more than one occasion. You guys are light and I’m strong,” you remind him. “You do realize I need to be careful not to break, like, all of the bones in your body, right?”

“I hadn’t thought about that.” He frowns and looks down at his new body. “It does feel like I’m wearing multiple power bracelets.”

“That’s not even the worst part about being human.” You chuckle. “Wait til you realize you can’t eat half the food Wild makes now.”

“Wait, really?” Time looks utterly perplexed. “I had no idea! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like I needed to give you more gray hairs.” You pick up a chunk of bangs to illustrate your point. “It’s fine.”

“We will be discussing this later.” He sighs, massaging his temples. Somehow, he makes even your voice sound like a tired dad’s. “One thing at a time, though. Let’s see if we can find that wizzrobe and reverse this. Or at least get out and consult the traveler on this magic.”

Suddenly, a horrible idea pops into your head.

“Orrrr…”

“Or what?” He raises an eyebrow.

“How long do you think it would take them to notice we swapped?” You watch the gears turn in Time’s head as he thinks about your idea. You’re half worried he’s about to scold you, but then a downright evil grin graces his face.

“I bet we could get away with it for a few hours, at least.”

[kefiteria]

Hi!

Not sure if I'm late or not with this request (just lmk if I am) but

Could I ask for platonic Sebek with half-fae reader that is stronger than him while being smaller than him? Both in terms of combat and in brute strength like lifting objects and such.

O Strength, Thy Name is Pocket-Sized

Platonic Sebek Zigvolt x Half-Fae!Reader Headcanons

a/n🍨: hihi thank you for requesting! sorry it took me longer to finish this🙏🏻 don't worry! requests are always open for now~ do let me know if this is to your liking✨

💤 The First Time You Lifted a Boulder. With One Hand. While Yawning.

It happened during a school trip. A harmless little expedition. Crewel asked for volunteers to help move the landscaping boulders around for an aesthetic adjustment of the botanical garden. No one stepped up—until you did.

Sebek with his arms crossed, said something like “Manual labor is not worthy of my strength!” but in that moment, you—tiny, unimposing, looking like a polite side character with a single voiceline—casually wrapped your fingers around a rock the size of an overfed cow and hefted it into the air like it weighed less than Lilia’s will to live.

Sebek screamed. A shriek, really. Something between a kettle and a wounded peacock.

“WHAT. IN THE NAME OF LORD MALLEUS’ GLORIOUS GLARE—?!”

You blinked at him with a confused face and a tilted head.

“...This one?”

You threw it over your shoulder like an inconvenience. It shattered a gazebo.

🥗 Sebek Develops Several Existential Crises. Sequentially.

“HOW,” he demands, trailing you around the school like a very loud duckling. “YOU ARE HALF-FAE. I AM HALF-FAE. WHY ARE YOU BUILT LIKE A FAE TANK? I TRAIN EVERY DAY. I DRINK THREE RAW EGGS EVERY MORNING. I—”

“Have you tried not yelling all your nutrients out of your body?” you reply, sipping herbal tea with fingers that could probably crush a skull like a grape.

He goes quiet for a moment. And then—

“I SHALL ADD FOUR EGGS.”

Sebek begins doing upside-down push-ups on the ceiling beams at 3AM. You once catch him trying to bench press Grim.

🫙 “Can You Open This?” Is a Weaponized Phrase.

The moment anyone in the dorms says it—"Can you open this jar?"—Sebek springs up like a righteous jack-in-the-box.

“I, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, SHALL—”

krkkk—

You’ve already opened it. Effortlessly. Pinky only. You even clean the rim.

Sebek stares at you like you just kicked down a cathedral.

🖋️ Sebek, Tragic Poet of Strength-Based Humiliation

He starts narrating his inner turmoil in deeply poetic, bizarrely florid monologues no one asked for.

“Oh Lord Malleus, oh draconian prince of my heart, why hath the cruel laws of muscle-fate bestowed such grotesque disparity upon us? Is it not I who shouts my allegiance into every hallway like a war trumpet? Is it not I who drinks protein shakes thicker than potion sludge?”

Yes, you catch him muttering in a mirror:

“Perhaps I am but a slender reed in a hurricane of your glorious biceps.”

Let’s just pretend you didn’t hear that.

⚔️ Combat Training Gone Wrong. And Then Very Right.

He insists on sparring. Of course he does. “I must test my mettle...” he declares, sword in hand, eyes wild with the need to prove something.

You’re unarmed and also chewing gum.

Ten seconds in, Sebek finds himself flat on the floor, disarmed, and somehow… hugging a traffic cone.

“Why is there a traffic cone in the field?” you murmur in confusion.

“WHY DID YOU THROW ME INTO IT???”

“...You lunged at me weird.”

He trains harder after that. He is often found doing lunges under waterfalls. There are no waterfalls in NRC? He'll built one.

🫂The Half-Fae Solidarity Pact™

Despite it all, there’s this quiet little thing between you both. In the hush between Sebek’s usual dramatic windstorms, when the campus quiets and the moon takes center stage in the great theatre of sky, he says softly:

“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong to either world?”

Slowly you glance over with face unreadable. You tear apart an entire metal fence while thinking. “All the time.”

You don’t elaborate. He doesn’t need you to. The bond is forged: not in loud proclamations, but in the quiet understanding of being neither human nor full fae. A half-blood solidarity. Two paradoxes in sync.

And he respects you deeply—not despite your strength, but because you never use it to mock him. You don’t look down on him even though you literally could lift him overhead and chuck him like a javelin.

(You did once. For a bet. He screamed all the way down and then demanded a rematch.)

🧃 Bonus: The Juicebox Incident

You once accidentally crushed a juice box in your hand while thinking too hard.

Sebek watched as it exploded up your arm like some kind of fruity geyser. He whispered:

“You are… terrifyingly majestic.”

Short Conclusion❔ :

You are small, strong, and stoically unbothered.

Sebek is loud, conflicted, and devotedly dramatic.

Together? An unstoppable comedic duo. The hype-man and the heavy-lifter. The philosopher and the puncher of walls.

Sometimes, he tries to open a jam jar just to prove something.

You watch.

You let him try.

You believe in him.

(But you do hide the traffic cones.)

[yeagersss]

Sukuna who has defeated every sorcerer and rules at the top.

Sukuna who is utterly bored out of his mind now. His monotonous days pass with him sitting on his throne, listening to the pleas of humans to spare him, curses updating how far and wide his kingdom has stretched.

But none of that matters to him anymore.

He wants a challenge. He craves a challenge.

In comes you, a precious, little thing with a unique technique. A precious, little thing hidden away by your clan.

A clan who would rather let the technique die than let it be carried on in a woman's blood.

But your grandfather was a good man. He taught you the way of the sword. All the basics that helped you carry your own.

After all, you were the sole sorcerer left on this land. It was your duty to defeat the King of Curses.

But then your grandfather died and you were confined in your clan's estate.

But that didn't stop you. You were determined. You had a destiny that was calling to you.

And so, with your family's sword in hand, you ran away. You, a precious little thing, you had barely learned to control your technique and was new to handling a sword.

But you were determined and even Sukuna could see that when you stood before his throne.

His four eyes wandered across you. You were a pretty little thing. Looking at him defiantly with doe eyes while holding your sword firmly in your hands.

"Ryomen Sukuna, I-I have come to defeated you!"

And the King of Curses couldn't stop the maddening grin spreading across his face. A challenge. Even if it was from an utterly, weak thing like you... It was challenge.

His mind was reeling with what he could do with you.

He could toy with you. Play with you until he gets bored and finally silences you with a simple flick of his finger. He could make you think you were close to winning. See the joy on your face until he rips your heart out.

But when you charged towards him. Sukuna saw the potential in you. The potential to be strong.

The potential to be more than just a temporary plaything for him.

And that's when a thought popped up in his mind. He had all the time in the world. But the main thing was that he was bored enough to try something new.

So with each swing of your sword and each burst of curse energy, he huffed out brash comments your way.

"You call that an attack?"

"What is that? Even a child could do better."

"You're wasting my time, woman."

"Tsk. Slow. Sloppy. Useless."

It wasn't until after a desperate swing of your sword, did you find your chest pinned to the wall with one of his powerful hands with ease.

The curse had taken your sword and inspected the blade curiously. "Your form is pathetic. Who taught you to wield a blade?"

You gritted your teeth, refusing to answer until he pressed you further against the concrete.

"M-My grandfather... taught me...!" You cried out. Your bones would break if he pressed you further.

He snorted. "It seems that your grandfather is a useless man."

Anger boiled within you. You wanted to scream at him for insulting the only family who had ever loved you but you were tossed to the ground as if you were nothing.

Your tired body hit the polished marble. You were a mess. Your long hair had came undone in the middle of the fight. Your kimono had slipped off your shoulders.

And Sukuna wouldn't lie when he let his eyes wander across your form. You were a pretty, little thing after all. Even better now that you were on his knees in front of him, looking absolutely defeated.

You had accepted your death. You were about to die. This cruel, selfish being will never spare you.

But then you felt the cold tip your blade against your chin as the King tilted your head up to make you look at him.

"Don't think that I'm done with you yet, little one."

"W-What do you want from me?" You choked out.

And a cruel grin stretched across his face. "I will take you under my wing. I will teach you how to harness your curse technique and how to use a blade."

It wasn't a request or a choice. It was a straight out order.

Your eyes widened at his words. "W-Why...?"

Why indeed? Because Ryomen Sukuna was a selfish and bored man. He wanted a challenge? Then he will mold you into his perfect sorceress. His perfect little killing machine. And when the time finally comes, you will give him a challenge of a lifetime.

[little-fae-hero]

Linked Universe, The hero of the Wild.

My headcanons/aus

Art by Atro Avis

Colored version.

Long talk/Ideas under the cut, warning for losing body parts and memories, and lots of hurt. (Note: I may add stuff over time, but nothing will be deleted from the list)

Time. Twilight. Wind. Legend. Hyrule. Four. Sky. War.

Wild (Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom) (Age of Calamity?). Other Nicknames: The Champion, Arsonist, Cub, the Cook, Chaos, The Lost boy.

Hero Titles: The Champion, the Hero of Hyrule, the Killer of the Calamity, the Failed Hero.

God who has claim over his soul: Demise. (his connection violence and fighting).

Part of First’s soul: Loyalty and Freedom/Curiosity 

Note: Technically he died before his first quest, however his soul is still the same. His body didn’t come back right.

History:

Link belonged to a small family, his father was a knight and his mother was a traveling merchant, oftentimes visiting Zora’s domain for business. Link found himself playing with the Zora princess Mipha and her little brother Sidon. However this changes when Link, only at 11, wanders into the woods and returns with the Master Sword and a new ability he can’t seem to describe. He’s immediately taken into the castle and begins training to be a knight; the boy refuses to speak after that.

The kingdom is warned of the return of the Calamity, and they begin to prepare for it by unearth guardians and divine beasts. This turned out to be the wrong thing to do as the Calamity took over the guardians and divine beasts and killed the other Champions and nearly killed Link. Link could have killed Ganon if he didn’t have control of the guardians. Zelda places Link in the Shrine of Resurrection in an effort to save his life while she went back to hold the Calamity alone. 

Link comes back with absolutely no memory, he doesn’t even know his name (if not for the mysterious voice), and he has a weird metal arm now. However after waking up he meets a friendly wolf who helps him and he ends up naming Wolfie. He frees the Divine beasts, freeing the champions spirits, defeating the Calamity and saving Hyrule and Zelda.

After that…it is unknown, all that Link knows is that his memories have been taken once again, he’s losing years…as if he gave them up. All he knows is that he has a weird stone around his neck, that had helped the burning in his chest to lesson. And a girl, with blond hair, who happily said ‘Link’ before he was stolen alway once again.

Link cannot remember anything, he has faint hints like he’s done something but when he meets the chain, he is completely lost. Most of his story is told by people they meet on the road.

Death. First: The blast from the guardian would have killed him if the soul of the hero spirit refused to die before its quest was over. 

Final: Wild’s soul has worked overtime to keep himself safe. He likely only makes it to late 20s before the soul burns out his body. Either he’ll go peaceful in his sleep or on the roads in his travels.

Interesting stuff/Headcanons:

Wild did not remember anything when he woke up in the shrine (he only knew his name because Zelda told him), everything was mainly muscle memory (hence why he’s so willing to eat bugs and monster parts)

However he did wake up crying, he has no idea why.

He lost an eye and an arm during his first death, they were replaced with sheik tec, one infused to his very soul so they cannot be taken over by the Malice.

The lost limbs are on his right side, the side he uses to hold a sword, draw a bow, it was intentional on the calamities part, to keep the enemy alive but no way to fight back.

He will randomly cry, or suddenly feel a wave of strong emotions, he doesn’t know why.

Almost every weapon feels comfortable in Link’s hands, and if not a weapon he can make it into a weapon.

He has a natural curiosity he just can’t seem to shake, something in his bones screams at him to be in nature and explore.

His blood is now off, it seemingly looks and glows that sheikah blue.

Because of his arm now cooler or hotter temperatures affect him more than when he was alive 100 years ago, he has to dress for the weather or else his health takes a big hit.

Once meeting a group or person, it takes him a long time to admit his opinions or the things he likes/wants to do.

Food is such a big comfort to Wild, he doesn’t know why, but it always brings a smile to his face, even the food that must hold memories as they make tears escape.

The Sheika slate abilities are also linked to Wild’s metal hand, however he doesn’t like to use them since they make his arm feel weird.

He has some other weird abilities, like a manipulation with time and combining weapons, but he doesn’t understand them like the ruins. Which just seems to come naturally, though he is learning (through trial and error).

All the yelling before his death fried Wild’s vocal cords so it takes him a while to actually talk again. (He prefers to sign)

Wild has a tendency to lie to people. Mainly he hates seeing people upset when he doesn’t remember them.

He actually met Demise before, it’s why the triforce of power still burns within him.

There’s a freedom that came with his lost memories, he only admits to Wolfie that sometimes he wishes he didn’t remember, even the faintest hint just bring heartache.

Of course he gets the abilities from saving the champion's spirits. However these are helping to cause his body to burn out.

They have to cool down otherwise it feels like hot lava settling in his chest.

After joining the group, he keeps trying new stuff from blacksmithing to woodcarving. Trying to find a possible old hobby or something to bring him comfort.

Wild takes to photographing a lot of stuff, mainly because he knows memories escape him at times and he wants to remember the other Links.

Wild knew he should have been angry when Wolfie turned out to be Twi. However, having someone to talk to and care about him was worth it.

Wild has this weird stone necklace, he doesn’t know how he got it, all he knows is it helps his bullet time without making his heart hurt.

Wild is used to Twilight almost babying him at times, doesn’t mean he won’t get into trouble.

Wild doesn’t have much of an impulse control (that’s Twi’s job).

The champion's souls have realized something bad is happening to Wild’s soul. And they're trying to help.

Early in his adventure Wild has bad PTSD from the guardians. It’s only later he’s able to face them.

Wild is able to talk to spirits and other stuff that most people can’t see (dragons, the statues, etc). Wild of course doesn’t say anything, mainly cause he doesn’t think people will believe him.

He somewhat resents the Master sword because pulling it took away his naive childhood.

He was about 16 when he died the first time. His body is now physically 17ish.

Wild's first adventure freeing the Divine beast took about 7 months, so he’s likely 18 now. (Tears of the Kingdom only happens like a month after BOTW)

Wild can speak a very old language that was spoken to him while he slept, only Sky and Time has heard it before.

Wild is very much trying to figure out who he is and what he wants to do with his life (he is unaware of the time limit).

Wild has no idea why blue is the color associated with the hero here, the only hero to wear blue is Wind and he states that those are his everyday clothes (better for the weather then his green).

He swore he’s seen a being with Time’s face markings before, and he’s seen another with the overwhelming energy that War has when he battles. And he’s seen the same gold on Legend faintly on Zelda.

——

Soo as you can guess, I'm actually completing rewriting Tears of the Kingdom lore for this au. I feel like there's a lot more to play around with.