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maple-the-awesome · 7 months

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You Sacrifice Yourself for Them || Part 3/3

Part 1 || Part 2

Pairings: Twilight, Wild, & Wind x GN Reader

Requested by anonymous: HIIIII OMG I JUST WANRED TO SAY i lovelovrloveloveeeee the way you write so much!!!!!!! ur recent loz post had me kicking and squealing in my sear hehehe T_T could i request a scenario with the chain in a situation where the reader sacrifices themselves to protect the boys? im imagining things begging the enemy to take them instead, protecting them from a hit or even something funny like taking the blame for a mistake they made!!! id love to see some angst from you!!!!! THANK U AND HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!!!💖💖💖💖

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There had been a time when Twilight hated dungeons for how often they popped up during his adventures. Between the brain teasers and terribly inconvenient designs (seriously who needs so many rooms or levels?), he would groan aloud every time someone warned him about a problem coming from deep within some 'sacred temple' or caves near their home, however after months of walking until his feet are sore and countless encounters with monster hordes, you could say Twilight has officially had a change of heart. Sliding a few boxes around for an extra heart piece really doesn't sound that bad compared to chasing a shadow across several realms, now does it?

With that said, he had been a bit relieved when a group of locals brought it to his attention that some strange smoke had been rising up from a nearby mountain, practically begging the group of visiting heroes to check it out. He wasn't the only one willingly to agree, in fact most of the boys seemed eager to help aside from Time who was hesitant to derail their quest as well as Wild and Warrior who just couldn't understand what all this fuss about dungeons is about. In the end, it was decided that half of the group would go for the locals' sake while the others would stay to investigate leads about portals. At the time, this seemed to be a great trade and Twilight had even been looking forward to being able to do something different, but as his luck continues to prove, it turns out he has none whatsoever in terms of joy...

What even happened? He doesn't quite understand. He was joking with Wind and Hyrule about something long after everyone had split into two groups to make exploring the dungeon go faster. They were nearly complete with their half, having successfully fought a miniboss which was no trouble at all, in fact that's what had them in such high spirits at the moment. They entered the next room while placing bets regarding how 'difficult' the main boss would be when a shout met their ears. Seconds later, Twilight heard a 'BOOM' while being shoved backwards by a heavy force. Given that sound and the vague smell of smoke in the air, he would've assumed he had been hit by the blast of a bomb which probably wouldn't have been so far from the truth if not for you.

It takes a good minute for Twilight's poor mind to catch up, realizing much to his horror what had actually happened as you fell stiffly against his chest, your entire backside scoured. The floor tile behind you both - the same one he was about to step on before you shoved him out of the way - is gone, only a smoldering pile of broken shards left in its wake. Now why it exploded, Twilight doesn't know nor does he care. His main concern is you, sitting up in a snap and grabbing your shoulders with worry. At least there's some relief in you blinking open your eyes to look at him, but the way you groan and flinch at the movement makes him sick with guilt.

"What was that?!" Wild asks the same question that's hidden deep in Twilight's mind.

"The gold floor tiles explode," You explain, the pain clear in your grumbled voice as you attempt to push yourself away from Twilight, although he doesn't allow it, instead carefully shifting you to sit on his lap as he hisses as the sight of how the flames had burned right through you tunic, leaving behind a nasty open wound that no doubt continues to burn.

"Why did you do that?!" He asks the questions on the front of his mind, accepting the potion Four quickly hands to him for you. A part of him wants to be angry given how calm they can all be given your injury, although any other day he'd be rational enough to understand panicking won't help the situation. Regardless of logic, this is you. You're hurt and you got this way protecting him. It should be the other way around if anything!

"Don't be such a hypocrite. You would've done the same for any of us," It's as if you can read his mind as he carefully pours the liquid over your burns, causing you to hiss quietly, but other than that, you're actually handling the pain pretty well, "Besides, it would've been a lot worse had you stepped on it directly. All that fur you wear looks pretty flammable to me. You would've gone up in flames instead of a small burn."

Twilight tries to keep his eyes down at his work as a stubborn sign that he knows you're right, not that he could ever admit such a thing aloud, "...Still...A shouted warning could've done."

"No it wouldn't. Your foot was already lowering -"

"- You two can argue about this later," Four interjects while offering you a hand to get up, "That potion is only a temporary solution. We should get you back to the inn so that Hyrule can heal you completely."

You're about to begrudgingly agree, knowing full well how difficult it'll be to walk on your own even though you were pretty excited to finish this dungeon. Before you can take Four's hand, however, you're lifted into the air, held bridal style in Twilight's arm (which poses no challenge for him to accomplish).

"I'll carry you back."

"You don't have to -"

"- You took a hit for me. It's the least I can do," His voice is as stern as his mind, making it clear that this is the only compromise you'll be presented with less you want to keep the argument up all night. Thus, you merely pout and look away with a huffed 'fine', "I'm sure the three of you will be fine finishing the dungeon by yourselves?"

"Pff, with our eyes closed," Legend crosses his arms, offended anyone would think otherwise. Four and Wind nod quickly, their eyes still reflecting sympathy for your sake even though they know you've seen worse.

With that, Twilight turns, heading towards the exit of the dungeon with you (more comfortably that you'll say) in his arms and Hyrule at his feet. As upset as he appears on the outside, Twilight can't help feeling some sort of shameful pride at the thought that you'd be so fond of him as to willingly risk injury, so he makes an unspoken promise to himself to spoil you for at least until the evidence of your burns fade. It's the least he could do (and the best excuse he'll find for staying at your side nonstop).

Perhaps it's because he's never had many opportunities to do anything like this before the Calamity or maybe it's because he got so accustomed to it after those dark days. The origin doesn't change the fact that Wild tends to find more comfort in nature than ever before. The splashing of stream water down a waterfall. The singing of birds or creaking of crickets depending on the hour. The gentle breeze through his hair as his only company...It's become a habit of his to find spots like this during tough moments, especially those when he feels himself slipping the most...moments like what occurred today...

If he wasn't so upset and angry inside, he'd feel sort of guilty for running off the way he had back there. It wasn't anyone else’s fault that he's out of his element lately, resulting in more screwups on the battlefield. It's not their fault that he messed up during the last fight, too, breaking his sword against a darknut's armor, leaving himself defenseless (he didn't think it would be that strong!). Most importantly of all, it wasn't their fault that his ignorance resulted in you, for whatever reason, feeling as if it was your responsibility to save him with complete disregard for the risk.

Wild keeps replaying the moment in his mind - you fighting viciously against the darknut until it was reduced to a puff of purple smoke, but not without receiving several cuts and scrapes yourself. He's not sure what hurts more: seeing you injured for his sake or the anger that flashed in your eyes when you looked back at him. You're not happy with him. Nobody was considering the number of times they've warned him about not rushing in battle head first, however your disappointment carried a strong burn that challenged even the Old Man's. If anything, Wild strives to see your joy and hear your praise, not be the source of your dismay.

He can't help but wonder what would have happened if you weren't so prepared at that moment. What if you had gotten a more serious injury? What if you had died all because of him? Could he stomach losing another person he loves like that? How can he call himself a hero when he's constantly failing those he should be protecting the most? He can't. He's a failure...

"Link?"

He pretends not to hear your voice, although it's a poor act given the way he flinches. Sighing, you take his turned head and stiffened shoulders as an invite to walk closer, finding a seat beside him in the grass. You don't say much at first, simply taking in the beautiful scenery and counting the fireflies fluttering around you.

"...I'm sorry I yelled at you either. I lost my temper, but I shouldn't have."

"You had every right to," Wild mumbles, pulling his knees to his chest and hiding his face against them so that he doesn't have to look at you, too afraid he'll break down if he does, "I put everyone in danger by being impatient. I put you in danger."

You shrug, looking down as you run your hand against the grass, "...You really do have to be more careful, I'll stand by that. You gotta assess situations especially against monsters you've never seen before...but with that said, no one can expect you to be perfect. This situation is different for all of us. Really, aside from the Captain, most of us have never even worked in groups before, so it'll take getting used to. Just try to keep in mind that you're not alone, so don't act like it."

Wild lifts his head only to put his chin upon his knee, still stubbornly glaring into the distance instead of responding to your words, although he's forced to smile a little when you nuzzle your face against his while whining his name for attention.

"I heard you."

"Then show it. It took me forever to think-up that heartfelt speech. Do you know how difficult public speaking is?"

"It's only the two of us."

"And like, thirty fireflies!" You gesture to the bugs in question, happy to hear Wild's chuckle and even happier to wrap your arm around his without any sort of fight, "...I mean it, Link. It's okay to lean against the rest of us sometimes. I'd be devastated if something irreversible ever happened to you."

He blushes, his words whispered as he leans his head against yours and closes his eyes, "...I'd be, too, if anything happened to you."

This can't be happening again. How is this even Wind's luck? He thought he made himself perfectly clear from the beginning that just because he's the youngest in the group does not mean everyone has to keep trying to protect him as if he’s made of glass! He's a hero of courage, too! He did his part, traveling across the great sea, fighting through numerous difficult dungeons, and defeating Ganondorf all by himself - Well, the King of Red Lions and Zelda helped some, too, but the point still stands! He didn't need Wild to take a hit for him that one time nor did he need you to do practically the same exact thing now!

It's worse this time than it was with Wild which only makes Wind angrier (and guiltier). Unlike the Champion who bounced back onto his feet after a few minutes, you weren't so lucky. No matter how much Wind shook your body or cried your name with his tears dripping across your bloodied face, you just wouldn't wake up. He couldn't even lift you to carry you to safety. Time has already tried explaining to him that his panicked state likely waived his strength, but Wind refuses to accept that excuse.

He must've done something during that fight to make you think he couldn't handle himself. You got hurt - really hurt trying to protect him and he couldn't even protect you afterwards. It was Warrior who picked you up and ran out of the battle. It was Hyrule and Legend who worked together to heal your wounds with potions and magic. What did Wind do in the meantime? He cried like a child.

He did his best to hide it, wandering to the back of the group while desperately trying to use his sleeves to clear away the tears. He couldn't help it, as much as he wanted to believe otherwise. For those long ten minutes of you not moving regardless of everyone's efforts, he was left thinking he had killed you. He's a hero who's supposed to save people, but instead he ended up getting one of the nicest and more selfless individuals he's ever known killed!

At long last, you began to stir, further awoken by the chorus of relieved sighs that followed. You complained of a nasty headache and immediately tried sitting up which Legend wouldn't allow; you're okay - you're alive despite how it may have looked seconds ago, but that doesn't make Wind feel much better.

Even from where he stands so far away, he can see the smudged blood staining your forehead and that dazed look in your eyes while Wild just laughs, welcoming you to the club of needless head injuries. You, of course, brush everyone else off, your eyes skillfully finding Wind despite how he tries to hide from view.

You croak his name, yet he turns his back to you with crossed arms, doing his best not to start crying again, "I thought I told you all to stop risking yourselves for my sake. I can handle myself!”

"You would've been hurt yourself," You comment with a frown, making Wind's anger flare.

"I'm not a child, though!"

"I didn't say you are one. I would've jumped in front of you even if you were as old as the rest of us. Trust me, Wind. The only thing on my mind at that moment wasn't anything related to your age, it was simply the worry that you were about to be ambushed. I didn't want to see you hurt any more than I'd want to see any of you boys get hurt."

Wild chews on his bottom lip, blinking back the tears as he at last stomps over to join the rest of you, pouting stubbornly yet his voice is genuine as he mumbles, “...I’m just happy you’re alive.”

You give a droopy smile and a thumbs up, although the action is rather shaky, “As good as ever!”

“No, you clearly are not,” Twilight deadpans.

“Lay back down already, you have a concussion!”

"Legend, lower your voice."

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anikaspookie · 11 months

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hi I was wondering if you could write Ethan morale being sick and getting taken care of by the reader ? If not that fine have a great day/night🫶🏻🫶🏻

FEELING SICK — ethan morales

yes ofcc I’m sorry I didn’t see this but now I do!!!

DESCRIPTION - you go to visit ethan because you notice he isn’t at school

PAIRINGS - ethan morales x fem!reader

WANRINGS: none just fluff babes

You were wondering why your boyfriend wasn’t at school today because he usually comes or he usually skips class but you would know by now you gave him a text and he said he was really sick you obviously felt bad so you had to leave school early.

You went to the store and bought everything to make him feel better and some of his favorite snacks and drinks you also brought Gingerale because it makes people feel better. You also went to his favorite fast food place and got food for him.

You made it to his house and rang the door bell no one answered you tried to text him but you couldn’t because your hands were full you knocked this time and someone answered it was his mom you looked and said “oh hey… I got a lot of stuff as you see for Ethan.. I know he’s sick so.” His mom smiled “wow thank you! Your such a sweetheart y/n!” You smiled and she let you in and you went upstairs to find Ethan in his room .

You went to his room and opened the door, he got up from laying down “oh hey babe! Isn’t school still on?” You placed the stuff on the floor exhausted “h-hey but I left it early so I can get all these things for you! There your favorite things and stuff that can help you feel better.” He looked down and surprised “wow thank you! But why?” You sat next to him and then said “well I didn’t wanna be in school anymore.. and because I love you. You’ve been a amazing boyfriend to me, and I feel like I haven’t been that great so I thought to get you this stuff.”

He looked at you and smiled “well again thank you.. and I love you too and trust me you never been a bad girlfriend..” he kissed you and you obviously kissed him back then pulled away “okay I don’t wanna get sick now. Okay I’m gonna get a cup from downstairs I got Gingerale it helps you feel better!” You got up and went to go downstairs, Ethan watched you leave and smiled knowing he chose the right girl..

ahhh I hope you guys liked it. ( I cant write I’m so bad ) anyway thank u for all the likes I been getting I appreciate it very much :)) thank you for reading luv you!!

#ethan morales #never have i ever #ethan morales x reader #fluff

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ivyuns · 1 year

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one word - heeseung

genre: angst/fluff

word count: 4.0k

warnings: first half does not make sense, heeseung being a drug addict and alcoholic, underage drinking, reader feeling self esteem bc of heeseung, gaslighting, lovers to exes to lovers trope, heeseung + reader being sad, reader almost having an anxiety attack, bruises, heeseung changing his habits, break ups, reader’s nephew being the best, language, grammar mistakes, lmk what else i missed!

synopsis: heeseung and you stopped talking for two years over something he told you that made you want to disappear. these years, you’ve been trying to heal yourself from him. and when you’re done healing, he finally comes talking to you, apologizing for all the things he’s done.

notes: wished my ex did this tbh 😥

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the day has came, where you knew you two would break up. you knew it was coming up. the constant drinking problems, drug addiction, and gaslighting, this had to end.

coming home late at night, the house reeked with different smells. you smelt the cigars left on the balcony, the alcohol from the kitchen, and some other disgusting smell.

“heeseung?” you called out. the moment he heard you, a struggled onto his feet and walked out of your shared room. “hi y/n” he said, drunk. he smelt like drugs and alcohol and you hated how you had to drench yourself in perfume to get rid of the smell for work and school.

“i’m leaving heeseung.”

“leaving for what babe” he giggled, almost placing kisses onto your neck til you stopped him. “i cant be do this heeseung. either you stop this or im leaving and i’m pretty sure you’ll choose whatever this crazy stuff you love to do over me, so we’re done heeseung.”

you were about to go up to your room until he grabbed your wrists. “damn right i choose drugs over you dumb bitch. waste of life honestly. just go and disappear while you’re at it. everyone hates you.” he spit at you.

you already had a bad day of work from the constant yelling from your boss and you had the courage to have a talk with heeseung with your cousin. the gaslighting he has done to you has never went this far until today.

so, you slapped him. “shut up heeseung! i was the only one who was willing to stay with your drug addict ass! the one who defended you. when you’re sober, which is never, talk to me and see how broken you’ll be when i’m gone.”

tears fell as you aggressively packed your belongings. pictures of you and heeseung on your walls to be reminded how strong your love was with him. how both of you were so loved.

when you gave heeseung that slap, he woke up, kinda. he didn’t know a harsh slap would realize what he had done to the love of his life.

he saw how your lips trembled in fear, he saw how you were trying to hold your tears, he saw how brave you were to talk to his stubborn ass. he saw how he broke the most precious girl.

2 years down the drain. he thought.

it took in action when he saw you struggling with a specific subject ar the schools library and he happened to be sitting next to you. you two eventually exchanged numbers. then heeseung began growing feelings for you and you did too.

after awhile, you two moved in with each other, so happy and madly in love. but things changed when you had to start working more to help you and heeseung out.

12+ hours and working two jobs and school, heeseung felt he was left in the dust. he told you that he’ll be the one helping more while you just relax and do school but you refused. an argument broke out because of this which resulted you leaving the apartment and heeseung left at home, stressed the fuck out.

he didnr wanr you to overwork yourself. he told you specifically you both will go half and half.

everything started going downhill when you found heeseungs piled up of drugs and alcohol in his closet. yet another fight broke out.

“maybe if weren’t being such a fucking brat and listened to me in the first place, i wouldn’t have done this!” he yelled. tears streaming down your face but like did heeseung care at all?

“i just want the best for us heeseung.”

4 months of this, you were out of that house you once called home. you blocked all contact from heeseung and moved back home to australia with your sister, who had supported you from this end.

you left heeseung the promise ring he gifted you on your birthday and no money for him to pay your side of rent. it was just him, and his little friends.

heeseung stayed inside most of the day. he reeked the smell of weed and he hated it. he now hates it.

he hates how you left him. he hates how he was the main reason of this. the night you left he ran to find his phone but to find it dead. he can’t even find his charger for goodness sake. he looked around the room and that’s when he broke down. ��i cant live without you. come back to me please.”

another 3 years passed. you’re now 23 and finished your college years in australia.

honestly, you were so grateful to have your sister next to you. when you landed and went to her house, you immediately broke down. you lost all your confidence and felt lost in life. the words heeseung told you kept replaying in your mind and it drastically told you that you’ll never be enough for someone again.

but with your sister and her little growing family of hers, you’ve learned and healed from the past. as days of the crying to sleep alone, your nephew always came into your room late at night, hearing your muffled sobs next door. he always climbed into bed with you and brought you a smile. the morning of these kinds of nights, you always apologized to your sister for accidentally waking up her son.

when you went three years without heeseung, you always wondered how he’s been. is he still addicted to drugs? is he still drinking? is he happier without me? all these is questions. what if one day you’ll just see him walking by?

which is why you’re now back in korea. not to see heeseung, but ready to be fearless of a country you were scared of because of him.

your last secret handshake you did with your nephew brought him to tears. “i don’t want you to go! i don’t want you to be sad again. stay here with me and be happy please” he frowned. as much as you did want to stay, you had a big job opportunity there. it was either go big or go home.

your sister had told you if nothing works out there, you are always welcome back. you thank everyone and left, sending your nephew flying kisses until you couldn’t see them anymore.

when you arrived, you greet your mom who happily let you live with her. you left your stuff down and got

ready to see the brighter days in korea.

stepping out of the house, uou felt nostalgia. you remembered when you first started dating heeseung, he would always surprise you in the morning with your favorite cup of hot chocolate and walk with you to school.

you ignored the feelings and went to the cafe your friend asked you to come hang out. entering, you wave at your friend but pointed to the front counter, indicating that you’re gonna order your drink first.

turning to face the worker behind the counter, your face fell. heeseung.

“y-y/n..” he spoke out. you felt everything suddenly come down and your lips started to tremble. eyes staring anywhere but him. “she’ll get the matcha latte. thank you” your friend butts in to save you and grabs your hand to walk to the table and comforting you.

“im so sorry my love i didn’t know he worked here” your friend said sadly. from heeseungs point of view from the beginning, he was flabbergasted. he didn’t know where you went after the breakup.

you weren’t registered in your college anymore and your mom didn’t tell him about your whereabouts. he lived in the house he once called home with you, lonely. he quit his addiction for drugs and alcohol, hoping you’ll come back home. even if it was just to pick up something, he just wanted to see you one last time.

he was so lost and broken. but a certain call snapped him out of it. the call was specifically from his brother who noticed so many changes when you left.

you actually told his brother everything heeseung had done. including the drugs. he was furious at his own brother but he also understood why you wanted to leave him. “god heeseung what am i going to do with you”

as heeseung walked to your table with your drink and a free pastry, you nervously held your friends hands. you thought you were over him. you didn’t fear him anymore. but you still had a little love for him. and heeseung knew.

he saw how shaky you were when he interrupted your conversation. “enjoy, and the pastry is on the house” he smiled and left.

when get got to the back when he was secluded, he broke down. he fucked up and he wished he could just time travel back.

he made the girl who showed light into his world fear him. he didn’t mean for it to come out like this. he wished he could just bring you into his arms, telling you it’ll be okay.

when you left, heeseung made sure he was going to sober up. he finally cleaned himself up and the house, waiting for you to come back. he changed, for you. but you never came back.

but he got the news when he were coming back home from a mutual friend who also worked at the same cafe with him. he was so relieved that you’re coming back. he knows not back into his arms, but knows you’ll be back.

“heeseung!”

hé suddenly stood up and ran to the front, wiping his tears. there stood a $20 bill as his tip and a note on the table.

“thank you, heeseung :)” he knew it was you. he knew your handwritting more than anyone else. he smiled and gratefully accepted the tip, even though you’re long gone.

the second interaction you had with him was when you were in a rush to get to your work building. what’s worst is that you were running late on your first day.

you lived a few minutes away from the building but the night before of crying your heart out just for heeseung wasnt helping at all. your eyes were still red and puffy.

running in the city of seoul, you accidentally bumped into someone and twisted your ankle from falling, and the coffee that spilled in your blouse. “fuck.” you muttered. you looked up and saw heeseung quickly getting up and helping you. “fuck y/n i’m so sorry. are you okay? can you walk?” he held his hand out for you. you grabbed his hand and winced as weight was added to the ankle that was sprained.

“god im so sorry y/n, i-“ “sorry, i have to get to work” you cut him off and ran off. heeseung sighed and walked home disappointed.

he really wanted to be clear with you and apologize for what he’s done in the past. he walked into the house and still saw some of your stuff just laying in parts of the house.

your scrunchie still laid on his desk, your polaroid was still on the fridge. like you were still here. for 3 years and he’s still hung up on you.

but as you ran inside the building, you quickly fixed yourself and walked to greet your new co workers, ignoring the fact that your have spilled coffee on you and a bruise forming on your ankle.

“y/n l/n?”

you turned around and saw the brightest smile back from high school. “sunghoon?” you ran to him and gave him the biggest hug ever. “oh my gosh y/n what happened!” he exclaimed. “don’t worry hoon, just a rough start today” you laughed it off.

sunghoon got the first aid kit he always carried with him and applied ointment on your bruise and bandaged it up and gave you his blazer to cover the stain on your shirt. “thank you hoon” you hugged him.

since the first day of work, you felt so happy seeing your old friend everyday. you two became closer again. you told him about heeseung and how you finished your education in australia. when you mentioned australia, he mentioned jake had moved there too recently for his education as well. making sure to plan a trip there to visit him.

the night of catching up with laughter and smiles, sunghoon walked you home since it was night. heeseung was closing the cafe so as he left, he saw you and sunghoon not too far away from him. he felt sick to his stomach. he didn’t know you knew sunghoon at all. but here you are, all close to him.

he felt lost and confused. as he got home, he went to the fridge and grabbed a beer from the back of the fridge, popping it open and chugging it. “i need you, y/n.”

when sunghoon dropped you off, you thanked him and told him to be safe on the way back home, even if he lived a couple floors down from you in the apartment complex. you turned around and saw your mom standing in the middle of the hall.

“mom!” you screamed, like it was a horror movie. “mom oh my god what are you doing awake?” you asked. your mom suddenly giggles. “ooh is my daughter finally falling in love? with my best friends son” she teases. you laugh as well. “mom hes just a big brother to me okay? and he already knows. plus you know about me and heeseung” you whispered the last part, almost tearing up. “it’s okay my child, i understand. by the way, clean out your stuff okay hon? you’ve stored too much of you stuff here like i don’t have my own room here!” she laughed. you nodded and gave her a goodnight.

opening your bedroom door, god she was not kidding at all. you began cleaning out your closet then the extra room that was for your other stuff. you didn’t even care what it was, if you didn’t need it, you just threw it out.

the sun was rising and you were still cleaning, but you were almost there! thank goodness there was no work or else you would’ve been dead. you put the pile of clothes to give away in front of your door and another pile of trash next to it, noting to take it out when you wake up.

you were about to fall asleep until you got notifications.

heeseung lee @heeseungz has followed you.

@heeseungz wants to send you a message.

— i miss you so crazy bad y/n.

then suddenly, memories with him clouded your mind. it’s been 3 years and you’re still not over him. it’s so stupid how he said things to you, hitting your insecurities and then still being in love with him. ‘you’re so stupid y/n’

back in australia, you kept reminding yourself you didn’t need heeseung. you were fully healed from him, but every blind date your sister put you on, it didn’t feel the same. like there was no other person than heeseung. nobody could be like him. so you told your sister to just stop wasting her time in which she understood.

you would walk to school and see all these cafes and cute areas that heeseung would take you back home. everything just reminded you of him and you would always come back home crying in bed.

his words replayed in the back of your mind, which sent triggering messages. you swore you would find new love, but your heart still beats for him only. you still loved him.

overthinking took your mind, so now it was 8 in the morning and you haven’t slept. sunghoon had sent you a message but you didn’t bother to check it. you laid in bed, sad and lonely, and wanting to feel the warmth from heeseung again.

you closed your eyes and you felt you slept for a few minutes, but really was 4 hours. you woke up and heard your mom and sunghoon talking.

“hoon-ah, she always wakes up crying and i just feel awful i cant do anything. i’m not sure if her relationship with heeseung really hurt her or australia impacted her.” sunghoon could only sigh. he shouldn’t told her your business about heeseung and you, but she’s your mother for goodness sake.

he didn’t want to keep this going on and continuing to hurt you even more, so he did the right thing and told her everything.

she didn’t understand why you suddenly dropped your stuff at her place and moved to australia. she didn’t stop you, as long as you were happy, she’s happy. but now she knows. and it’s all because of lee fucking heeseung.

he was the one who hurt her precious daughter. she didn’t know how to react now that he’s been dropping off food for you whenever you’re out, to make sure you’re well fed. now everything is finally connecting.

you slept for another good hour and finally woke up at 1 pm. you stumbled on your feet and went to your bathroom to freshen up. you didn’t expect to see the trash bags gone and you asked your mom what happened to it. “sunghoon came over this morning to make us breakfast but you were still asleep. then he offered to take the bags to trash” you hummed. you were about to go back to your room until your mom stopped you.

“y/n, why didn’t you tell me about heeseung?”

that’s it. this is when you have to explain everything. you knew this was going to happen. you sat her down on the couch and talked to her, something the two of you haven’t done in a while since you began working so much. the day ended with tears and laughter.

you told her you still loved him even with the words he said to you. she was against you going back to him, but she wants you to be happy again. she doesn’t want to hear her daughter crying every morning thinking about the guy who broke her.

another day off, you took a morning walk with your headphones in. you saw heeseung in the distance, looking at the sun rise. it was so beautiful he thought. he thought he could just do his daily morning jogs to get you off his mind but it never worked.

“the view is pretty, isn’t it?” you striked the conversation. heeseung turns himself to you and smiled. “good morning y/n.” “morning hee” he swore his heart clenched when he heard you say his favorite nickname. “so, how are you?”

from that point, you and heeseung were finally in good terms. you told him your life in australia and school and how you reunited with sunghoon at work.

“y/n, i just wanted to say. i’m sorry what happened years ago. it still doesn’t sit right with me that i didn’t chase you after you left that night. and if something was to happen to you that night, i wouldn’t had forgave myself. and i still don’t to this day.” he paused and held your hands. “what i’m saying is, i’m willing to start again. as friends. i’ve changed for you y/n. im willing to try again”

it was silence for a bit until he heard your sobs. he panicked and wiped your tears. “y/n-“ “heeseung” you frowned. “i’ve waited three years for this” both of you let out a chuckle. “god i’m still in love with you”

since then, you two were coming close again. and he was right. he quit his addiction and changed for you. you slowly let your parents and sunghoon get more comfortable with having heeseung around. they felt relieved that you were smiling all over again, but still kept a close eye on heeseung.

your sister was happy about the news. however your nephew wasn’t. “noona! you promised me you wouldn’t be with that bad guy again!” and “noona i will go there and beat the bad guy up if he hurts you again!”

every morning, you’ll wake up next to heeseung and he’ll walk you to work. the days you didn’t have work but he did, he made sure to leave loving notes around your room since it was early in the morning and you needed your rest.

days when both of you were off, days were spent in your used-to-be house with heeseung. slow dancing in the dim lighting will light chill music playing and the busy streets underneath you two. you two shared your first kiss after years and smiled. “i love you so fucking much, damn it!” heeseung cursed.

“watch your language, hee” you giggled. “be mine? again?” he asked. “as if we weren’t already dating these past months, hee.” you kissed him. “i love you.”

you and heeseung were back together and decided to find a place together, again. the apartment you had with him was so amazing with the loving view, but it was a new start. you wanted to be closer to work and to your parents and sunghoons apartment complex.

you found the perfect one with spacious living and was a walking distance to everywhere. the view was spectacular and now that you and heeseung had everything settled, it won’t be like the same from before. you two planned things perfectly and heeseung swore on his life he will never do drugs again and only drink lightly. and if he broke those promises, he told you you can leave him once again and make sure he doesn’t come into your life again.

“heeseung stop being silly right now, we’re healthy right now” you laughed. “i know, but i’m just saying. i don’t want to lose you again y/n” he hugged you from behind, looking at the river view through the tall windows. “thank you for everything, hee”

your little session together was interrupted when a doorbell rang. you opened it and saw all of heeseungs friends, including jake who just finished a semester of college and sunghoon. “hyung!” you heard one of them say.

to be honest, you only knew jay, sunghoon, and jake since you all went to school together. but heeseung eventually introduced sunoo, jungwon, and niki to you, who are still in their first year of college.

later your parents came over to the new unit and heeseungs parents greeting you with love. “welcome back our lovely y/n!”

then your favorite little nephew came to visit you, as well as your sister and her husband. “noona!” he ran to you. you gave him a big hug and smooched him all over his face. “n/n! i missed you so much! how’s school” “it’s good! i learned so much already. but you teach me more things that are better than at school noona”

heeseung came next to you. “is this the little man you always talk about love?” your nephew gasped. “noona is this the bad guy? but he looks so handsome and tall” you and heeseung giggled. “yes love this is the guy who hurt me” heeseung carried your nephew. “woah you’re so handsome though” he was so fascinated that he started to play with heeseungs cheeks. you took a picture of this moment, smiling in this moment.

you two were so much happier now. all it took was one word. you knew you made the final choice on staying with him, once again.

END.

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pokemon-ash-aus · 10 months

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Indigo’s kids are stinkin’ adorable!

Could we have more facts about them?

Ahhhhhh i wanted to draw this but my motives TANKED so here are some itty bitty facts about all the kiddos!

Coral- Togepi Fusion (He/him)

-Middle Child! He was the 2nd one out of the shell and the second one to open his eyes!

-Biggest of the trio! Slightly larger than average in comparison but huge against his siblings.

- Anxiety, He's picked up on his father's danger sense, but because he's a Togepi fusion it doesnt work properly. As a Togekiss he gets a better handle on it.

- Constantly afraid he's doing something wrong, even if he ISNT doing anything wrong.

- Perfectionist, if one thing is out of place and he cant fix it, he will flop onto the floor and cry.

-An absolute Daddy's boy. All three of his dad's are very aware that he needs a lot of attention and love, and if something goes wrong, Coral is the snitch (anxiety helps them, not so much Coral)

-Indigo's nickname for him is Coco because "You're so sweet baby." and Coco wears it like a medal.

Rose, Happiny Fusion (He/They)

-The Baby of the trio! Can't get away with anything even if he is the youngest.

- Has constant nightmares, it's his premonition senses going off but warped beyond recognition. He never gets a handle on this, but his nightmares slow down.

-Can't sleep alone. Even as a fully grown Blissey. He wanrs to sleep wih Dad and no one is gonna stop him!

- Has no sense of taste. Constantly eating everything and anything he can get his hands on.

-Is the most romantically inclined of his siblings, but uses this force to try and match his siblings up with others as they grow.

-Is also the only one that can take hits like a tank. He's not good at dishing out pain but that's okay cause his siblings take that over.

-They also know the most healing moves of the entire family, surpassing even Indigo whose a paranoid nut.

-A little gremlin through and through, constantly causing trouble because no one would ever believe its him (too bad his older brother is a SNITCH)

-Has once trapped both his siblings in a box because he was mad.

-Rose's nickname is Rosebud because they will ALWAYS be Indigo's baby. Even when he's fully grown.

Punch, Buneary Fusion - (They/them)

-Punch is the oldest. First out and ifrst to open his eyes.

-Baby is the fluffiest of his family and needs to be sheared to avoid getting overheated. Indigo uses the wool to knit sweaters and toys for the kids. Punch is always so happy.

-They're also the one that takes pkaytime waaaaay too seriously.

-Indigo once handed them a buneary plush and Punch froze.

"What's the matter Pun?"

"Daddy, i cant be a parent, im only 2."

-Yeah, Punch is the one to constantly have Indigo keeling over laughing because their statements are so OUTRAGEOUS its too funny to NOT laugh.

-It is also the reason their nickname is Pun, little bap is too naturally funny.

-They are also the one to fight the Eevee pups CONSTANTLY.

-The Eevee's all know bite, and that hurts for Punch constantly.

-Doesnt stop them from trying to win.

-They have also fought the Pichu and Pikachu pinkies and often goes so far to try and beat up fully grown pokemon.

-When they loose, they wail to dad because "THEY BIT ME!"

"Yeah Pun, that's what happens when you pick a fight."

-Despite their name, Punch's kicks are POWERFUL

-They can knock out an unsuspecting person if Punch is mad enough.

-When they grow though, their punches WILL match the prowress of their legs.

-Very much a Glass Canon, cannot take a hit for the life of them but MAN does it hurt when they hit.

#future babytwo

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darksaiyangoku · 7 months

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Fateverse Remnant/Arc Kingdom

Prologue

Fateverse Remnant - 202 Age of Kings - Kingdom of Rosaria

It was a quiet night in the Kingdom of Rosaria and a young boy with blonde hair was playing with a wooden sword in the forest. He was Jaune Arc of the House of Arc.

Jaune: Hiya!!! Ha! Take that! Agh! You will never defeat me!! Wah!

He swung his sword and whacked it against the tree trunk several times. He gripped his weapon tight and started to increase the speed. Pieces of bark started flying off the tree until with one haed thwack, the sword had broken. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Jaune by the shoulder and he jumped in fright.

Jaune: Gaaaaah!!! *turns around* F-Father?

Jaune's father was Leon Arc. He resembled him many ways, though he had light green eyes compared to Jaune's dark blue. He wore a golden yellow tunic, with two white pauldrons on his shoulders and a blue cape dangling from his shoulder. Sheathed to his waist was an elaborate sword with a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel and a ring shaped crossguard.

Leon: *chuckles* I was wondering where you had run off to. Come inside, the King and Queen of Rosaria are about to enter.

Jaune: But you said that I had to practice my sword skills. It's the only way I can truly be a knight!

Leon: There are many ways to be a knight, my son. Also, I didn't say to practice every day *chuckles* Come on, let's get you inside.

Jaune: Aww, okay father.

[Rosaria Castle Hall]

Jaune stood awkwardly with his father, mother and three sisters; Rouge, Saphron and Verte. For what seemed like forever, there wasn't any sign of the Royal Family.

Jaune: Where are they?

Rouge: Just be patient. They'll be here shortly. Oh look!

Descending from the staircase was the Herald. In her hand, she held a roll of parchment.

Herald: *unrolls parchment* Presenting the Royal Majesties; King Taiyang XIao Long and Queen Summer Xiao Long. Presenting the Royal Highnesses, Princess Yang Xiao Long and Princess Ruby Xiao Long.

The room erupted with applause at the sight of the Royal Family as they walked down the stairs, waving and smiling. Jaune's eyes were wide as he saw the two sisters. They were beautiful. His cheeks flushed red, causing Verte to tease him. As Ruby and Yang continued walking, the younger princess accidentally stepped on her sister's dress, causing the two of them to trip. Without think, Jaune raced over towards the staircase and caught the two of them just in the nick of time. They both blinked at him and he blinked back.

Jaune: Uh... hello, Your Highnesses.

Ruby/Yang: H-Hello.

Taiyang: *ahem*

Jaune: Oh! Uh, I am so sorry! Your Majesty, I saw the Princesses fall and I-

Taiyang: *chuckles* It's quite alright, young man. I thank you.

Summer: It seems like we have a little hero. What's your name?

Jaune: M-My name is Jaune of House Arc. Youngest son and first son of the Arc Family, Your Majesty *bows*

Taiyang: Well it's nice to meet you, young Jaune. Thank you very much for saving our daughters. You have our family's gratitude.

Jaune: *chuckles and blushes* Y-You're welcome, Your Majesty.

Summer: Alright. Now, let us carry on with the party.

Once again, the hall erupted with applause. The party was in full swing, with the bards playing the Song of the Roses and everyone dancing. All except Jaune, Yang and Ruby, who snuck out to the family's courtyard. The three of them looked at the sky and gazed at fhe shattered moon.

Jaune: Wow... it looks so beautiful.

Ruby: I heard that a dragon broke it when he flew into the sky.

Yang: You read too many fairytales, Ruby. That didn't happen.

Ruby: Yes it did! *pouts*

Jaune: *giggles and looks up at moon*

Yang: What is it, Jaune?

Jaune: Say Ruby, Yang, do you ever have dreams of what you want to be when you're older?

Yang: All the time. I want to be the best fighter ever! *boxing stance*

Ruby: I wanr to be a hero! Save people from bad guys! Just like the ones in the fairytales!

Jaune: I want to be a knight just like my father. Fighting bad guys and saving princesses!

Yang: Well you already saved me and Ruby, so you're almost there. *giggles*

Jaune: *giggles back* I'd love to be a knight at your dad's Royal Court. It's the only one that hasn't been taken over by Vortigern. Eugh!

Yang: I'd love to give him a left hook right in the face! Pow!

Ruby: Alright then, I say we make a pact! On this night, we all vow to achieve our dreams! Jaune, Yang, place your hands in the middle!

The three children placed their hands in the middle and spoke their pact.

Yang: I, Princess Yang, promise to be the greatest fighter on Remnant.

Jaune: I, Jaune, promise to be an honourable knight in the Kingdom of Rosaria.

Ruby: I. Princess Ruby, promise to be a legendary hero and protect the people of Remnant.

Yang: *smirks* I now pronounce you two husband and wife!

Jaune: Wha? *blushes*

Ruby: *blushes* Yang! Stop it!

Yang: *laughing while running inside*

Ruby: Get back here! *chases Yang* Mommy, Yang's bullying me!

Jaune laughed very hard. The princesses were a fun pair. He looked back at the moon and reached for it with his hand. Someday, he would honour his family's legacy. .

Fateverse Remnant - 216 Age of Kings - Kingdom of Vale

Jaune coughed a trail of blood as his chest was pierced by large, silver lance. In his hand was a silver and red sword, stabbing another knight in the chest. This knight had blue hair, crimson red eyes and wore silver armour. He was Arthur Azure, the King of Vale. The two of them slowly looked at each other. Tears fell from their face as they both realised what they had done.

Jaune/Arthur: I'm... sorry...

With their last ounces of strength, the two of them removed their weapons and collapsed to the floor in a pool of their own blood. Friends. Comrades. Brothers-in-arms. Turned enemies on the battlefield. The sky was black. Soot and embers slowly descended onto the blackened ground. Everything was burnt. The trees crumbled to ash, the ruins of castles toppled over and there countless bodies of dead warriors. The roars of a dragon shook the skies. A terrible thunder.

Standing in the center of what was left were two magicians. One had light skin, short silver hair, green eyes and torn and tattered green robes. The other had light skin, long, pale blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a dark blue dress and a crown with red gems embedded at its center. The green-robed magician took one step before toppling to the ground, panting. The blue dressed mage approached him and grabbed him by the hair.

???: Come on, Ozpin. Why don't you just admit defeat and join me? We are now at our full strength thanks to the Holy Grail. We have been blessed with a miracle.

Ozpin: *stares coldly* Miracle? How can you call all of this destruction and death a miracle, Salem?

Salem: Ozpin, we were about to be rendered powerless. The mana of this land was fading and I took action to prevent such a tragedy. And look what's happened. I have restored the Age of Gods. As for all the death? Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good. *leans down and picks a handful of ash* One day, a new form of humanity will be born from these remnants and they'll know nothing but gratitude. I will be everything to them. We will be everything to them.

Ozpin: No... don't you dare drag me into this. You're nothing but a monster!

Salem: *lowly chuckle* Says the half-spawn of an Incubus. Tell me, did you enjoy invading the dreams of men? Promising them all the riches of the world? Or what about that young boy? The one who pulled the Sword of Selection from the stone.

Opzin: Shut... up...

Salem: It must've given you such excitement to raise the perfect warrior, the perfect king, the perfect hero. All while denying him the chance to have a normal life. To ride horses just for the fun of it? To lay on the grass and gaze at the clouds? To dance to the tune of his favourite music? To fall in love and marry?

Ozpin: I said shut up!

Salem: Your meddling of this boy's life led him to his death and the downfall of Vale. Yet you brand me as a monster?

Ozpin: I will.. agh! stop you!

Salem: *laughs* How? Look at yourself. You're pitiful. Join me. I can heal you. Together, we can rule this land and even spread our influence further. We can be the New Gods of Remnant. *offers hand*

Ozpin: I... would much rather... burn in the depths of Hell itself...

Salem: *sighs* You always were stubborn. So be it. I'll grant you your wish and I will make sure you suffer every, agonising moment.

Salem reached her hand out in front of Ozpin and dark purple flame manifested in her palm. Ozpin, weakened and broken, closed his eyes and accepted his fate as the flames scorched him to a crisp. In his final moments, he wished he could do it all again. To select the right King and save Vale. To save all of Remnant.

Remnant - 730 AGW - Kingdom of Vale

Ozpin: AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

Ozpin woke with a fright in the middle of the night, his papers flying everywhere across his office. He clutched his chest, his heart was racing.

Ozpin: That... couldn't have been a dream. A memory? From one of my past lives?

???: It's a vision, actually. But not from a past life. Rather, from an alternate present.

Ozpin turned around to see a youthful looking man wearing a hooded, white robe and black baggy trousers and simple black shoes. Ozpin blinked twice. Over millennia of reincarnations, he had encountered many oddities over Remnant. But this was truly something incredibly strange. How did this man get into his office? And how did he do so without him even noticing. What was even more strange was that Ozpin didn't feel threatened by him at all.

Ozpin: Who are you?

Merlin: You may call me Merlin. *bows* It's nice to meet you, Ozpin.

Ozpin: ...how do you know my name?

Merlin: Oh, I observe all the different universes in my dimension. I know everything there is to know about you, my friend. *smiles cheekily*

Ozpin: That's... very creepy.

Merlin: Don't judge me. I don't have much to do in my prison. I gotta entertain myself somehow.

Ozpin: You're imprisoned?

Merlin: *sighs* Yeah. I ended up crossing paths with a scornful woman and she trapped me in this evergrowing tower.

Ozpin: *winces* I'm sorry to hear that. Believe me, I have a scornful woman of my own.

Merlin: Small world. *chuckles*

Ozpin: So, why is that you've come here? More importantly, how is it that you're even here in the first place?

Merlin: It's a special skill called Independent Manifestation. I am able to project myself into various worlds, like right now. What your seeing isn't the real me, but rather just a spiritual manifestation.

Ozpin: *circles around Merlin* Fascinating.

Merlin: Now, as for why I'm here, well... it's to save you. Or at least, a version of you. *snaps fingers*

Several glowing orbs appeared right in front of the two men, the largest of which was in the middle.

Merlin: What you see here is a representation of all the worlds in existence, branching from this one. *points to the center* Endless worlds with endless possibilities. Some are mindane and some are more fantastical. Imagine a Remnant where magic still thrived. Imagine a Remnant where superheroes were the primary protectors. Imagine a Remnant where multiple Gods ruled it with iron fists. This is the multiverse.

Ozpin's eyes were wide in shock. He had read theories proposed by multiple academics and even lighthearted discussions. But the fact that he was actually seeing it with his own eyes was unbelievable. This couldn't be real.

Merlin: Many of thses universes share some commonalities, one of them being the conflict between you and the witch, Salem. Your victory is assured in almost every world. However, this one is not so lucky. *grabs orb*This world is known as Remnant 531, or as I like to call it 'Fateverse Remnant'. Through clairvoyance, I have forseen Salem's victory. It's... barbaric, to say the least. She kills you and burns down all of Remnant. *sighs* That's not a world that I want to see exist. One ruled by evil.

Ozpin: *clenches fist* Salem will win?

Merlin: Not if we can prevent it. With my help, we'll be able to alter this world's fate. I have a plan. It's unorthodox, but it will get the job done. Will you join me?

Ozpin: I can't allow for Salem to win, no matter what universe. Her depravity and hatred have no limits. I will do it.

Merlin: *smiles* Thank you, Ozpin. I promise, you won't regret this. Together, we will save this world.

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