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How To Lose A Lucifer In 10 Days. 4 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Step 4: Have disagreements

On the next morning, Alastor found that the new bed had dissapeared alongside with the tiny king. Everything on his room was completely exactly the same as it was yesterday. However, any lingering hope he had that the tiny king could have either solved his own problem already or everything was too realistic dream quickly vanished when he came inside the kitchen on the morning.

The smell of cooked meat was what attracted him. Raw meat was usually his predilection, mostly out of convenience, but not even the most stubborn cannibal in all of hell could deny that what his nose was catching was positively alluring. But it was less so when he realized the one doing the cooking was the king himself, casually managing multiple pans with bacon, eggs and french toasts and, of course, one of them making pancakes that kept turning them on new plates that magically flew to the table.

At the same time, as if to show off none of that was costing him much effort, he was also talking with Charlie standing at her side.

"Yeah, you have a sister in my side" was saying the little monarch, dashing finally the possibility that he was their original one waking up with a particular good mood to serve everyone. "She fell for questioning Heaven too much, so me and my Alastor took her in. We adopted her officially and she stays at the hotel with us."

"And how is she?" Charlie's smile was big and genuine over her tea, fascinated with this alternative version of her life.

"I think you know her already" sang Lucifer with a cheeky smirk. "She used to be a powerful seraphim that, I believe, supported your ideas when you went up to Heaven? A very cute girl not afraid to stand up for her beliefs?"

Charlie gasped, her mouth making a perfect oh.

"No! Are you telling me that Emily is my sister?!"

"Like I said, she questioned Heaven too much and she had nowhere to go. Besides, my Alastor liked her already for uh… you know, being the only angel that listened to you. It wasn't a hard decision at all. She is adapting really well to hell, all things considered. You and Vaggie help her a lot."

Alastor would have caught that little moment of hesitation and archived it on his mind later as something that he could use. But all his attention was caught instead by the deer head that was still laying on the counter. The deer head without a body from the kill he brought just yesterday and he was planning to eat later on.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked, materializing next to the king in an instant.

Charlie jumped in place at the sudden aparition, a little of tea spilling out from the side of her mug, but the king just looked up to him with an easy smile.

"Oh, hey! It's going to be a ready in a about minute now. Why don't you sit down until is down?"

Alastor stood there, perplexed.

"What."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You like it raw" said the king, pointingly ignoring the short laugh that came out of Angel waiting for his breakfast at the table or the loud ssh Husk directed at him. "But trust me, cooked is not that bad either. Cooking can be pretty relaxing and considering I am, you know, stuck away from everything and everyone I know and love, I thought hey, why don't I make myself useful around here. This is not the whole deer, there is still some meat left on the fridge, so if you really hate this one you can grab it. Hell, I will even get you some more myself if you are still hungry."

A moment of silence passed through. Silence from Alastor at least, while the king seemed to be content enough with humming to himself as he worked.

"That is very nice of you, papa" said Charlie, frowning at Alastor as she patted the back of the tiny king. "It smells delicious."

Alastor really considered just going to the fridge and grab his meat to enjoy himself in the privacy of his own room. But that damn smell was turning his mouth into a fountain and well, it was going to be a waste of meat if someone didn't enjoyed it. Lucifer had put enough meat there to feed all residents at once and he knew they weren't going to eat it all, so there was clearly no other choice but to do it himself. He moved over to the table, still keeping watch over the cooking process just in case the king decided to slip some poison or mess with it on some other way.

"Years of practice, duckling" said Lucifer, casually flipping the pancakes on another pan with his own hand.

When the bacon and eggs were ready, he quickly served them on a plate and send it to the table, to the expecting hands of a hungry Angel who moaned loudly in delight. Husk rubbed his head, but when Lucifer's magic gave him his own plate, Angel looked at him as if saying "see what I mean?" None of them seemed to notice the full trash can on a side to the kitchen. Alastor saw a bunch of disregarded cooked meals there and wondered how many that tiny king had made in actuality. Since he could actually just duplicate anything he wanted, he could have gone at it for hours without any intention of feeding it to anyone, like a compulsion.

Charlie chuckled.

"Is that how you call your own Charlie? It's so cute!"

"Your Lucifer doesn't?" The king looked surprised at that. "How does he call you?"

Charlie scratched her neck, looking to the side.

"Well… when I was a kid, he used to call me apple pie a lot. And Charchar, I guess."

If he noticed the evasive tone of Charlie, Lucifer didn't showed it.

"Aww, apple pie is adorable too!" Lucifer smiled bright. "Maybe I should use that with Emily. I still haven't thought of a nickname cute enough for her. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not" Charlie smiled back and accepted the plates with a bunch of pancakes and more bacome Lucifer gave her. One for her and another for Vaggie, she understood. "Thanks, papa!"

"You are welcome, sweetie!" Lucifer continued working.

"Do you all hear that?" commented Angel, throwing a glance towards Alastor. "It's that the lack of a fight early on the morning? Peace and quiet for once? Who knew that was even possible?"

Alastor narrowed his eyes at him in such a way that Husk put a hand on Angel, warning him to keep quiet.

"Geez, is usually that bad around here?" asked Lucifer, carrying easily a big plate that contained the cooked meat for Alastor and his own plate of chocolate pancakes. His own mug with tea floated at his side as he sat down. Alastor took care to not lick his lips as he sniffed the meat, snearing when he only find it to be absolutely appetizing. Lucifer didn't seem to take any offense to it. "My Alastor and I have disagreements here and there, but it's never to the point we can't share a meal."

"Bad is putting it lightly" commented Vaggie, glaring briefly to Alastor as he finally dared to take a single bite. "I think this must be only the second time that a Alastor and Lucifer ever shared the same table. The first was bad too."

Ignoring her completely, Alastor digged his claws on the table when realizing it was, in fact, absolutely delicious. He cursed this tiny king as Lucifer didn't even looked on his direction to gloat about it. Instead he was looking at Vaggie.

"Huh" Lucifer took a sip of his mug, as if not sure if he should make his next question. "Would that… have anything to do with the big hole on the lobby?"

The entire table fell into silence for a moment. Even Alastor flinched a little, prefering to concentrate on his own meal than on anything else happening around him.

"Oh" said Lucifer, taking that as his response. "Sorry for bringing it up then."

"No, no, it's okay" said Charlie, her smile thinner than usual, but still sincere. "You had no way of knowing that, so of course you would be curious. Especially if you and your Alastor have another dynamic entirely."

"I mean, he is my husband, so one would expect we would know how to be around each other by now" Lucifer shrugged slightly.

On the other side of the table, Angel almost choked drinking his own coffee and he hit his chest a couple of times before speaking.

"Your what?" asked, his face fighting between incredulous and just laughing, his eyes going from Lucifer to Alastor, who was fully refusing to engage on any of this. "Charlie told us that you were friendly with each other and you had your own Charlie together, not that! Not that any of that isn't alredy weird as fuck."

"Uhm, yeah" said Lucifer, thinking that not even his own Angel had reacted that badly when he appeared on the hotel for the first time. "85 years and counting" added with a little smile, knocking the wood of the table.

Alastor stopped for a second, but renewed his eating as he ignored the twist on his stomach. 85 years was almost his entire life in hell. It was more years than he ever spend alive.

"Oh, shit" Angel smirked, supporting his chin on his hand. "I have to hear the story behind that already! No offense, Smiles, but I always thought you were the type to prefer to tap yourself before anyone else."

Alastor narrowed his eyes at the pornstar. Not that he was entirely wrong either, the only mistake being that he did not want to tap anything at all, but he still didn't appreciate the especulation around that specific topic. There were so many infinitely more interesting things to talk about him than something as vulgar and trivial as that.

"Hey, come on, that is not nice" said Lucifer before he or Angel could say anything else. "My Alastor is just different, can we just leave it at that?"

Alastor refused to look at the king, even when he knew that Lucifer threw a glance at him, and opened up his mouth further to grab bigger chunks, swallowing bones in the process and breaking it appart with his teeth. Husk made a face at him, but wisely kept quiet. Niffty tried to imitate him, chunks of her food spilling out of her.

"Whatever you say, king" Angel shrugged, leaving the subject for now. "My curiosity still needs to be fed, though."

"Yeah, figured" Lucifer sighed, putting his mug down. "Listen, normally I would love to tell you guys all about it. That is what we did for my Charlie all the time too, tell her stories about us and our lives together. But I would much prefer to find a way home first as fast as possible. We were already separated once before and we got just everything back to normal. I don't want to miss that. Please?" added, looking up to Charlie, whose tender heart could never miss the pained look on this version of her father.

"Yes, absolutely" Charlie looked the time on her phone and finished her tea with a final gulp. The pancakes had already dissapeared from her table. "I think Stolas should already be awake now. Let's go."

She stand up from the table, telling Vaggie to stay in charge of the hotel and kissing her forehead. Lucifer finished up his breakfast as well. He looked over at Alastor and for a moment Alastor stared back, as if daring him to ask if he wanted to come and give him the chance to just say no. Lucifer turned his eyes away first. Apparently realizing it was a waste of time, Lucifer sighed and followed Charlie. Alastor felt something brush against his ankle, but when he moved his shadows to catch it wasn't there anymore.

"Hopefully you will be seeing your own Lucifer soon" said the king instead of seeing you later, obviously hoping he wouldn't have to. "Nice to meet you all again."

With that, he took the hand of Charlie and they both dissapeared through a portal.

Alastor woke up and sat, not looking at the other side of the bed. A portion of his shadow came back to him with the memories of following the other Lucifer around the hotel, looking for whatever room happened to be free, which was still most of them. In the dark his shadow contemplated this other Lucifer changing with magic and plopping into his bed with a groan, falling asleep without any major concern or worry too big to keep him awake with anxiety.

Alastor rubbed his temple, realizing the same thing he had already thought the moment that Lucifer was revealed to not be his. He could look like him. He could talk like him. He could even move like him. But it wasn't him and his presence did not bring at all the same kind of comfort at all. Keeping an eye out for him was more out of a need of just seeing a Lucifer than because he wanted to check on that one, like a bad habit for whome now he had to rely on a less desirable alternative.

He was so used to keep Lucifer near him, that seeing his face but waking up alone just made him feel sick with a need and anger he could barely conceptualize to himself.

A knock on the door took him out of his thoughts and he changed quickly. The knocking didn't sound urgent, but he still rushed in to open. It could be Charlie announcing that Stolas had found the solution, that now they knew how to bring her papa home.

"Alastor" said Emily, going up to hug him as soon she was able to. She buried her head against his chest and squeezed tight. "Charlie told me about what happened to Lucifer. Are you okay?"

Alastor's shoulders relaxed a little. He resigned himself to hug her back and pet her short, grey hair. She had seen him at his lowest in Heaven, of course she would want to check on him as fast she could.

"Did you came all the way here for that?" asked, as if it was a silly thing to do and Emily lifted her head, pouting. "I am fine, dear. If you wanted me to be even better than that, you can tell me if Charlie got any news from our friend Goetia."

"She and the other Lucifer are eating something before going. If you want I can bring you something here" offered Emily, finally letting him go but her yellow eyes looking just as concerned as ever.

She probably thought that seeing the other Lucifer could be too hard. Or that they could get into another confrontation like the one last night, the one Charlie or Vaggie surely must have told her about. It wasn't an entirely unreasonable thought. Alastor had to see the place in front of his chimney with one less chair to know that. But he would be dammned again if he let a fucking imitation of his husband turn him into a coward.

"Don't bother, my dear" said, showing off his best smile. "I have handled Lucifer very well on my own and today is not going to be the exception" assured, putting an arm around her shoulders towards the door.

Away from the empty space on his bed that his tentacles had already fixed again.

"But this is another Lucifer" said Emily, looking up. "And I don't think him and his Alastor were friends where he came from."

Alastor had gathered as much already.

"We don't need to be friends" commented easily, taking her with him to the elevator. He could wrap her into his shadows downstairs, but taking a little bit to face that other face wasn't going to hurt anyone. "We just need to manage to not kill each other enough for my husband to return, that is all. If he cares about Charlie half as much as he claims, he will know to control himself."

"He had no idea who I was" said Emily, pressing the button in the elevator and stepping inside. Alastor saw her looking down, looking her blackened fingers. "Apparently the Emily of his side didn't fell, despite being on the side of Charlie."

"That is unfortunate. For her" said Alastor, squeezing her shoulder. "That Emily doesn't have a family like ours then. You should pity her."

Emily sighed, leaning against him as they descended. Probably mulling over everything that she could have done different and everything that turn out wrong. Everything that separated her from another version of herself.

"I prefer this version of us" said Alastor, sincerely, and brushed some portion of her bangs out of her forehead. "Charlie is amazing, of course, but I don't get to speak about books with her as much as I get to do with you. Why, if talking with you I finally learned what is the appropriate name for those ugly flowers that eat bones in the garden. How could I have such knowledge if you weren't here, dear? I would have to investigate it myself and who has the time for that?"

Emily giggled, looking up. Alastor patted her between her shoulder blades.

"Stop worrying your head with possibilities that never were, dear. We all have to learn to live with the decisions we made. Yours gave Charlie a sister and my husband another child to embarrass with his antics. They gave me another daughter. How can they ever be wrong?"

Emily smiled fully, giving him a sideway hug until the doors of the elevator opened up.

"Come on" she said, taking his hand. "Let's hope we can bring my papa back."

Alastor let her take him, already imagining the teary eyes in Lucifer if he heard that. On the kitchen, the other Lucifer was having some cereal in a bowl as Charlie was eating cookies at her side. In the center of the table there was a bunch of pastries the other residents were taking, absolutely delighted with them. She was being throughfully entertained with some anecdote of his and Alastor could not care less about what it was, but he did not like the way this other imposter was so casual about touching his daughter's shoulder for emphasis.

When Emily passed at her side to go make her tea, Charlie looked up and smiled big.

"Dad!" said, lifting herself to greet him with a hug.

An extra hard one, similar to the one Emily had given her. Alastor knew that he had to appreciate she had also being concerned about him, but all he could do was glare at the other Lucifer as he hugged her back, as if marking his territory. The other Lucifer just smirked at him as if sharing a personal in joke.

"Grab something to eat and then we can go, dad" said Charlie, squeezing his sides some more for the last time.

Alastor looked at the table, full with sugary things covered in more sugar and probably filled with sugar too. The other Lucifer had lost interest on him and grabbing another piece of pastry.

"I will prepare something for myself, dear" assured, petting his hair as he went to prepare it.

On the fridge there was only a chunk of meat with his name on because he still haven't gone for more. Containing a groan, Alastor brought it up with him to the table after burning it for a bit on his hand. It wasn't the best cooking method, but didn't feel like anything else. He sat next to Emily and Vaggie, in front of Charlie as he returned to her seat.

"Oh, so you still like things like that here too" commented the other Lucifer. "At least it's not a full carcass like the other guy would have."

Alastor would have much prefered him to stay quiet. To stop using that voice and those lips that were almost right, but were entirely wrong instead.

"Oh, I love those too" said with a grin. "I just forgot to go pick up more. Maybe later I can go grab some sinner's torso to enjoy with my husband for dinner."

Lucifer made a face like he smelled something rancid, but it didn't last long.

"Is that all you do together? Eat other beings that were talking your same language before being killed?"

"No, just one of the ones we enjoy the most" said, showing more teeth. "We do other things as well. Like not ruining the birthday of our daughter with a full blown fight, for example."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes without losing his smirk.

"Oh, yeah, I imagine that must be easier when you aren't dealing with a raging asshole who loves to push people around" Lucifer regarded him a moment. "Or maybe there is no difference at all and that Lucifer just lets you get away with it more."

"Or maybe my Lucifer is better at carrying himself in the first place."

"As if you knew anything about that in the first place."

Lucifer gripped the mug he was using on his hands and Alastor sneared at realizing it was the yellow one with duckies that his husband used on the regular.

"Don't you dare to break that, you brute" warned, his antlers growing up as Lucifer blinked, surprised, only after a second realizing what was he even talking about.

"I wasn't going to, you ass" said, leaving the mug there and lifting his hands.

"Dad" called Charlie, slapping both her hands on the table to get the attention of Alastor. "Dad, I gave him that. That is enough."

Alastor observed her with his eyes turned black. He closed them for a moment, returning to normal, even though his jaws was so tense squeezed together that he felt was going to bite through his own teeth.

"I lost my apettite" announced after a while, for the first time in his life, standing up. "I will wait on the lobby so we can go."

Alastor moved on to the closest couch and sat down, taking a deep breath. Why was he letting that tiny prick to affect him at all? He was nothing. Less than nothing even. Just a mere inconvenience that had no more fault to being there than a stain on the carpet had. When he lifted up his eyes again, he saw Emily standing with his cup of coffee in hand.

"We are all stressed out" commented with a little smile, rubbing his arm.

Alastor nodded silently, taking a sip. It wasn't as hot, so he heated up until he finished it all, but the burn did little else to comfort him. Emily sat at his side and didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, so Alastor spoke first.

"My Lucifer is not like that" he said.

Emily nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"I know" said gently. "I miss him too."

Alastor frowned slightly. Miss felt too small of a phrase. He didn't miss Lucifer like how one misses that their favorite band wasn't playing anymore. That didn't even come close to describe the betrayal of a universe that ever let his Lucifer slip between his fingers again, and this time for no reason at all that any of them could discern. But he didn't had any better words for that, so he let Emily to assume they were correct anyway.

"Alright!" Charlie clasped her hands, coming over, the other Lucifer walking up behind her like he had just gotten an earful. "I send a text to Stolas and he is ready to receive us. Papa can take us there. Emily, are you coming?"

Emily nodded and stand up. Alastor let his empty mug be consumed by his shadows to get return to the kitchen and followed through, standing next to Charlie.

"Well, I know where his palace is already on my world, so I will step up first to make sure is the right place" commented Lucifer, opening it up the portal and traspassing it.

A second later his hand came out, encouraging them to step in. Alastor was the last one, seeing the tall palace erect in front of them. Charlie walked first over the stairs to the entrance and knocked. They didn't had to wait much for the door to open, a little imp servant looking over them and his eyes landing on Lucifer.

"Your Majesty" greeted the imp, moving to a side to let them in. "My lord is waiting for you up head. Follow me."

"Thank you" said Charlie.

Emily had barely known about another palace than the Morningstar one, as it was clear by how fascinated she was with the place. Alastor haven't visited it himself more than one time, for one of Via's birthday since Lucifer insisted they had to come, and only to see the party room. When they reached a room far back on the hallway, the little imp opened up the door to announce them properly before any of them could stop him.

"The king, his consort and the two princesses have arrived, my lord."

"He is not my anything" said Lucifer, taking a step away from Alastor as if necessary.

Alastor was considering grabbing the little imp and turn him into meatballs right there. How dare he to confuse his king for a lesser imitation like that one? Even as he knew how entirely irrational that was. For all intends and purposes, this Lucifer was the only king they had. Just not his king.

"The king, the two princesses and a neutral companion, my lord" corrected the imp. "Please, come in."

Once his job was done, the servant gave them a quick reverence and walked down the hallway again to continue his duties. Charlie had to grab Alastor's arm and drag him away from reaching out for him to enact revenge. When they came inside, they realized it was the library of the Goetia.

Stolas stood in front of a pile of book in his desk, reading all of them at once. At seeing them, he went over and kneeled as down as he could in honor of the king. It would be funny for Alastor coming from such a tall bird if it wasn't enfuriating how much time it was being wasted in these formalities.

"Your Majesty, it's an honor to receive you in my humble home. I hope that my knowledge can serve you today. Emily, Charlie, Alastor. Please, all of you, take a seat" offered, making a gesture with his hand for four chair in the air to move in front of his desk.

Lucifer was the first to sat down and Stolas flipped through another book.

"We have confirmation that you are most definitely not the king that belongs in this realm? That none of this is product of a mental spell or illusion of any kind?"

"We are sure" said Alastor, not needing to add more details even as Stolas seemed to want to ask. Charlie nodded just to confirm his words.

"Very well. Then the first thing to do is to confirm the exact origin of this kind of magic" said the bird demon, going to another table where he mixed some herbs and powders into a bowl, where he poured another liquid on top. When he came back to them, he grabbed a pinch of the concoction he made and draw a sigil on the air above the head of Lucifer. The sigil stayed floating there, going from purple to a dark blue, it's form changing into another symbol and then another. "Huh. That is interesting."

"What?" said Lucifer, absolutely lost. His magic expertise was energy propelled by imagination. Potions and whatot were completely out of it.

"Mmm" Stolas made a book float in front of him to double check. "Well, good news is, this did not came from an enemy. It wasn't done with the intention of hurting anyone in the royal family. This was never supposed to be malicious."

"But?" insisted Lucifer. "I am kinda still away from my daughter and these people are missing their Lucifer. I don't take that as benign either."

Alastor was tending to agree with him.

"Indeed, your Majesty. But the lack of negative intentions means that this is reversible. The bad news is that this won't be reversible until a certain condition is met."

"What condition?" asked Charlie now. "We will do anything to get papa back."

Stolas looked over at her and sighed.

"I believe you, dear. But it doesn't want to tell me" Stolas pointed at the changing symbols as if they were speaking to him. "All it's telling me is that it is related to both the king and his consort. Apologies. The king and Alastor" added, shaking his head.

"A condition of what nature?" asked Alastor while Stolas brushed away the sigil, as if anything useful from it had been told already. "Something we must do?"

"I believe so. Although do what, I can't tell" Stolas sighed again, going back to his table. "Your Majesty, you didn't had any compromise with the Alastor back at your place? A promise of some kind?"

"Fuck no" said Lucifer. "If anything I would like him to promise to stop bothering my daughter, but besides that we don't have much of a relationship or anything. I would remember something like that."

"Likewise, besides getting married again soon, Lucifer wasn't in debt for any promise with me. I don't know how this could be affected by our engagement either."

"It's not" said Stolas mixing up some more ingredients, following another recipe on his book. "If there was any romantic undertones I would have detected it already. The intention behind this magic was fully platonic."

"Does it really need to be met that condition then?" asked Alastor, who did not feel any more relieved because someone somewhere decided to screw with his life platonically. "Can't we just undue the spell?"

"I am looking into it, but my first instinct is no, your Majesty" Stolas was so concentrated in his work he didn't realize that, technically speaking, Alastor didn't have that title anymore. Nobody bothered to correct him anyway. "A spell that can travel across multiple dimensions is already a extremely powerful one. Travel from hell to Earth or from Hell to Heaven would seem like child's play in comparison, and most spells wouldn't allow that either. Here we go."

Stolas finished to make his potion and walked to Lucifer, reaching out his hand to ask that of the king. Kneeling in front of him, he spread a bit of the liquid on the palm of Lucifer, spreading it with his thumb. The bird demon observed the palm as the liquid draw lines over his hand, shinning a bright golden.

"So?" encouraged when Stolas kept silent, Alastor starting to get impatient.

"Mmm? Oh, dear, sorry" Stolas stood, clearing his throat. "This spell has not rewriting your entire fate, your Majesty. Meaning that we might be able to circunvent it somehow. By maybe finding a spell that is stronger or nullifying it. Oh, and on top of that, since you are both connected through this spell, I just confirmed that our Lucifer is safe and well on the dimension where you came from, your Majesty. I know that was a reason of concern for you" added, looking over at the rest of the royal family. "He is not in any immediate danger just like you are you not, your Highness."

Alastor squeezed one fist over his staff. In one hand, genuinely relieved that was the case and didn't had to think about Lucifer landing on some unknown land where people ate beautiful blonde angels for lunch. But on the other hand, he still wasn't there and a pretentious dick was instead.

"I am guessing you don't have any spells to just open a portal and let them exchange places" said Emily. "Me and Lucifer can open portals to Heaven or Earth. Can't we do something with that? Maybe combined them so they are stronger and reach them?"

Stolas put both his hands in front of his face, as if praying as he rummaged through his memory.

"My dear, interdimensional magic is an extremely weird subject that most people don't even bother with" said slowly, shaking his head. "I know about every secret of this galaxy and the universes beyond that, but even then this is different. I am afraid that even if you did managed to traspase to another dimension, there is no garantee it would be the one this Lucifer comes from."

"Can't he be summoned?" tried Charlie after throwing a glance to Alastor. "He is the still the devil."

"The devil is a unique title, darling, and he is already here" Stolas flipped through another book and groaned, frustrated.

Alastor looked over at Lucifer.

"Does that mean that if there isn't a devil, we can summon him?" asked in a tone that made Lucifer to frown at him.

"If you take me out, you mean."

"Perhaps. To me sounds like a reasonable exchange."

"That wouldn't help, your Majesty" said Stolas before Lucifer could respond in any way. "If anything happens to this version of Lucifer, ours will just get stuck where he is and we will have no way to know about his state" Stolas blinked. "Not to mention the crumbling of all of hell because it's head is gone. I would encourage not take that course of action."

Alastor shrugged, more convinced for the possibility that his husband could stay away than because of the state of hell.

"Then… what? We just keep waiting until a condition we don't know anything about is met?" asked Charlie, the desolation on her voice too obvious for Stolas to ignore.

"For now, I am afraid that is the best I can tell you. I am so sorry, princess."

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Spilt Blood

The taste of copper fills my mouth as another blow strikes me.

I won’t be able to show my face for weeks after this, he’s making certain of that.

I’ll be stuck in here, even more a prisoner than I already am.

‘Is this what you do!?’ He screeches at me, vile breath suffocating my lungs as he crowds my face.

‘Go and open your legs for just anyone?!’

‘I’ll ask you one more time,’ his voice is deadly, the poison in it, or spit, at this point I can’t really tell the difference, hitting me each time he speaks. I imagine it’s staining me, turning my pale skin dark with its grime until there’s no part of me left untouched.

‘Whose cloak is this?!’

His yelling rings in my ear. I make no move, no notice to say that I’ve heard him. It’s a mistake, as the next thing I know there’s a searing pain through my head.

He yanks my hair, and it take everything in me not to scream as I’m hulled upwards.

It will only make things worse.

The object of his ire is thrown in my face. Daemon’s scent hits me like a punch in the gut before it falls, slipping away from me even as my hands try and grab it. To keep even a small momento of my life before this.

It’s what started this whole mess.

If only I hadn’t taken it back with me.

He gives me one last shove before he marches out, throwing the cloak in the fire as he does so.

I watch it burn.

Imagining all that’s burning with it.

Broken promises and stolen dreams. Any hope of returning to a different life dashed, burnt up with the remains of his cloak.

I crumble softly and quietly, like a proper lady. The words mock me. Cutting into my like a knife. It hurts worse than the punches.

All I’ve ever done is be the proper lady. I married my husband because it’s what I should do.

I lay with him, I do my wifely duties, even as it breaks me, bit by bit, piece by piece.

I wonder how much longer I’ll last like this.

My only solace is the fact that no children will ever be born of our “love.” My maids nightly visits to Fleabottom for moon tea make sure of that.

As I watch the fire, the smoke of it turning thick as it feasts on the cloak, I take a moment to imagine myself as I could have been. Thickening with child over time, welcoming a family, The love of a husband as it should have been.

I can see the image in my minds eye. A perfect picture staring back at me from some non-existent mirror.

Me, with my hands on my growing belly, eyes smiling down at it as if I can already see the child in my arms.

My mirror self looks up then, sharing a look with the man who's hand is on my shoulder.

It’s not the face of the man whose chambers I share. No, the hand on my shoulder is not my husbands.

It’s Daemon’s.

As is the make-believe child in my womb.

A knock at the door sounds in the distance, and with a few long blinks, my eyes clear.

In front of me, lies, not a mirror, but my twisted, unfortunate reality.

I can feel the blood run down from my busted lip. It drips onto my hands, making their pale color stand out even more against its deep red.

My hands begin to shake, my breathing speeds up, and suddenly, I'm full of anger.

It courses through my veins, and I let it. Opening up each and every block so it flows freely into my frantically beating heart. The sound of which pounds in my ears, a steady beat I am finally allowing myself to dance to.

I struggle off the floor, shouting a strangled "who is it?' towards the door.

My voice cracks, and I pray that whoever it is doesn't notice.

They only bang louder at my response.

Holding on to the wall, I stumble over to it. 'Who is it?' I call again, hesitant to open the doors looking the way I must.

I don't need to look in a mirror to know it's worse than it's ever been.

I used to always be able to recognize myself. It was something that gave me comfort, even on the nights where it was the worst.

But now? Now, I know I won't recognize her.

'Y/n let me in!’

I shrink back as I recognize it. It's Daemon's.

Oh no. No no no no, this is not good.

‘Uh, this isn’t really a good time.’

I flinch back as I approach the door, hesitant to open it even as a crack and unleash the dragon that lies right outside.

‘Open this door or I’ll break it down.’

His tone is quiet. Too quiet.

My mind is going in circles, thoughts flying 10x a minute as my shaky hands clutch at the doorknob.

‘I’m…I’m indecent,’ I call out softly.

It’s the first lie that came to mind.

The wry chuckle that comes through the door makes me cringe as I close my eyes in defeat.

‘I’ve seen it all before,’ he sighs out. The longing clear in his voice.

‘Though I am very interested in seeing it all again.’

‘This isn’t a good time, Daemon,’ I try again, the unease clear in my voice.

‘How can that be? I just saw your husband leaving. He looked to be in a right fit, but…’

The first fist to the door has me jumping in fright. And my hands rush for the locks as they continue.

‘Ok, ok, I’m opening it. Don’t break it down.’

There’s a smile in my voice as I say it, but it fades as I realize what he’s about to walk in to.

I turn away as it opens, all but marching towards my seat waiting by the fire before a strong arm grabs mine.

Pain sears through my arm as the strong grip puts pressure on my fresh bruises, and I yank back as if I’ve been burned.

Daemon stands before me, wild eyes taking in my bruised and battered form.

‘Daemon…I’m okay. I promise you, I’m okay.’

I can’t tell if my assurances are working or not, as all he does is stand there, breathing heavily with his eyes glued to one particularly heavy bruise on my cheek.

Then, stiffly, he moves closer to me. It takes everything in me not to run and cover myself up as his hand moves to cup my chin.

He turns my head to meet his, hand moving to trace the outlines of a bruise before cupping my cheek.

His thumb traces the outer curve of my lip, and I sigh out in pure bliss as he asks,

‘How long?’

‘What?’ I ask, but it comes out more of a breathy whine.

‘How long has he been doing this to you?’

‘Not lo…’ the words die on my tongue as Daemon’s eyes flash to mine.

‘Don’t you dare lie for him!’

His voice shakes my world, fear pulsating through my veins at the volume.

‘Take it off.’

Confusion laces through my features at that.

‘What?’

My voice comes out a whisper. Pushing my previous fear aside, I bring my hands up to palm his cheek even as he repeats it.

‘Take it off. Your dress, take it off.’

I make no move to comply, and in one swift motion, Daemon simultaneously holds my hands captive in one arm and grabs hold of my dress in the other.

He takes a moment to watch my neck as he pulls it lower, purple eyes almost glowing as he growls at each newly revealed bruise.

Rrrrrrrippppppp

I stare down at my chest in horror as it all becomes uncovered in one fell swoop.

My hands fly up to cover myself even as he makes haste to do the same to my shift. He keeps going until I’m completely bare in front of him, dress now lying in tatters that hang low off my hips.

I can feel his eyes zero in on the bruises there. Deep purple marks that can only be fingerprints imprinted on the soft skin.

His hands ghost over me, starting at my neck and making their way down. His touch is barely there, a ghost of a promise that leaves goosebumps on my skin even as he moves away from me completely.

‘Never again.’

His tone is commanding, leaving no room for questions as he bundles me up in the rags of my dress.

‘What?…Daemon’

‘Never again.’ He begins to lead me towards the door before he stops and turns. His eyes are bare to me, showing every drop of pain he’s endured in my absence.

It mirrors the pain in mine.

‘He will never touch you again.’

I exhale shakily even as relief floods my bones.

‘What are you going to do.’

‘That’s none of your business’

‘But it is,’ I cut him off. ‘He’s horrible, yes, but even I don’t want him de..’

My words are swallowed by his lips on mine. They're firm, like his tone, and again, leave me with no room for questions.

I drink him in. He’s like wine, fruity, forbidden, and...absolutely intoxicating.

We make it all the way back to his chambers before we stop.

That's where he leaves me, lips softly bruised with the promise that while I may have a bad past, and an even more unfortunate present…

...I will have a better future.

I may or may not write a part 4 for this. It’s currently undetermined. Thoughts? Let me know!

Requests here: I am very much in the mood to write about my og love here on tumblr (Tolkien's elves), so if you have any requests, do send them in!

@mirandastuckinthe80s @waifu4lifeu @fulla02 @fallingforunrealisticromance @kindaslightlyacidic

#daemon fic #daemon targaryen fic #daemon prince #daemon targeryen x reader #hotd season 1 #house of the dragon fic #fanfic #dragons #dance of the dragons

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sleepyowlwrites · 5 months

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find the word tag CCCXXXXII

okay I'm going to be brave and try to do one of these guys for the first time in six months with my two new very rough, very unfinished star wars fics. because I can't bear to open any of my other docs at the moment.

*peers into the hoard* wow, this room is REALLY dusty. *removes a tag* it's uh, it's from @wildswrites thanks for the decorative lemons.

metal (ff: jedi: kivarin v.2) ((don't-it's- I have too many ideas, okay?))

Retevya holds so many memories, the bad ones overwriting the good until you can barely see them anymore. If you ever venture back to the house, drawn by desperate nostalgia, you wind up searching through the ruins for a stone or shard of glass or metal that holds laughter instead of fear.

dash

outer (ff: jedi: eira: v.1)

“But you survived.”

“Actually, we both did. But he left the empire and is trying to come back to the light. He’s somewhere in the Outer Rim. I hope I never see him again.”

pressure (ff: jedi: eira: v.1)

“Oh. Well, thanks for the jacket. I’ll uh, I’ll keep the pressure thing in mind.” Cal turns to go, gesturing for BD to follow.

“See you when you bring that back to me in pieces,” Eira calls after him, just a little too cheerily.

frown have a smile instead (ff: kivarin: v.2)

"I am very good at comfort," you say into the couch cushions. "I'll do good on my turn."

"Go to sleep," Cal says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you guys the hurt/comfort I keep bestowing upon Cal and the companions I'm dreaming up for him is just...mm! it's so crazy it's like it's tailored to my specific tastes.

I bestow a yard of rose gold silk upon @avrablake @talesofsorrowandofruin @emelkae @strangerays @did-i-do-this-write OR ANYBODY who wants a tag or a yard of rose gold silk

red, anyway, belong, trust. BONUS: benefit, capture.

#find the word tag

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thepaintedlady00 · 2 years

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What’s up? Hope it’s fine I participate too in the request week. What about reader introducing Morpheus to the awesome internet world? I imagine him pretty confused and I find it funny xD

Oh absolutely! Everyone is welcome to join in Request Week! 🥰Dream using the internet for the first time would be so hilarious 🤣 He'd be in shock especially if he ever discovered Tumblr and fanfiction 😂

"You just type in what you want to know and click this little button here and it'll pull up the answer and things related to your search."

Dream sat at your desk, stiffly typing his name into the search bar as you hovered over him trying to explain as best you could the rules of the internet. "I am curious to see what has been written about me."

You scratched your head. "You might want to lower your expectations, Dream. The mythology is kind of a mess and there's about a thousand different versions of dream gods."

He hummed quietly as he read through multiple websites and pages of results from his search. You'd stayed close by, watching his face twist into confusion when he came across something wildly different from the truth which was often. "I told you, there's not really anything written about The Endless."

"Here's something," he said tilting his head to the side. "This one used my full name."

"Oh, that's weird. What's the website? Maybe it's someone you inspired?"

"It is a place called Tumblr."

You jumped up from your seat and slammed the laptop closed, nearly shutting his fingers in it. He looked up at you with confusion. You just shook your head. "That is NOT something you're ready for!"

Dream trusted you for a while, until one day you visited The Dreaming to find him quickly leafing through pages and pages of books. Lucienne was giggling at her desk and Matthew was goading Dream on. "Read this one next boss!"

"What are we doing?"

"Lord Morpheus..." Lucienne tried to compose herself. "Has discovered a great many writings about him."

"Oh god."

Dream turned to you. "Did you know about this?"

You bit your lip and shrugged. "Maybe a little."

"There are hundreds, THOUSANDS!"

"I know," you said laughing.

"You've read them?!"

"Some. You have to admit a lot of them are pretty good stories."

Dream huffed quietly. "I suppose."

"And isn't that your whole goal, to inspire humanity?"

He glared at you. "I suppose."

You kissed his cheek. "I told you, you can't go walking around looking like this and expect people that see you not to get inspired by your dashing coat and mysterious eyes."

"I am flattered," he said at last. "It's just surprising."

"You read any for the others yet?"

"No, and I do not think I'm likely to."

Lucienne began putting some of the books away. "Your loss, there are quite a few moving stories inspired by your siblings."

"I never would have taken you for an avid fan, Lucienne."

She shrugged and smiled at you. "They are quite spectacular."

Dream grumbled. "The internet is an odd place."

"You love it."

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fushiglow · 7 months

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Me: 'aw no i shouldnt read a fic set in the music industry, it'll get me sad about abandoning my own dreams; nope nuhuh, apologies, moving on' -> fast forward a few weeks -> i see ur fic pop up every now n then on both ao3 n tmblr, tempting me to read it -> fast forward again, it's tday -> i end up caving in eventually when i see it on my dash again; checked out the first chapter while having lunch earlier. Got H o o k e d by ur narrative. And so i inhaled two more chaptrs a sec ago while commuting back home aaaaand lil old me proceeded to be WILDLY inspired by ch4 shenanigans and immediately i >Needed< to relisten to the Liszt performance, seeing it anew yet again, and then also dug up some soundtracks i made once upon a time when id been fooling around w the idea of expressing myself thru music -> fast forward again, im home now, n getting all giddy ab it, cheeks flushed n feeling alive, i tell u - im about to dust my piano n just smash at the keys for the till-now-abandoned fun of it, first time in forever. (It won't be good, but it'll be real, it'll be me.) I just. I feel the raw emotion in your fic and it made my heart pound while reading it. You >get it< jfc. (Also satosugu n others work So Well in ur story, so in character, u make it look so natural, as if jjk had always been ab music production and not a grimdark shounen). I only just finished the 4th chapter and im not caught up yet, but i couldnt have waited to tell u my thoughts so. There goes!! ((Also even months later im still deeply wounded by canon so i feel like im irrevocably dysregulated when it comes to engaging w satosugu haha, apologies if i come off strong. U just combined two passions of mine into one fic and im feeling So Fucking Grateful i wanna kiss u on the forehead and bless u for seven generations forward. Again - i havent yet finished what u've already dished out (bless ur soul for posting ur work holyhell) so ima come back when i have more unhinged thoughts as i read. Your writing is so On Point i can't contain myself (my heart is singing w joy because when i connect w the writing style i connect HARD. And lemme tell u, your style is both intense and light and professional and that's my fav combo, ima go n cry over my piano now bye. Until next time, ily sm) (also sorry about this longass ask, it was meant to be a oneliner but it got away from me bc.. Emotions, damn) -royce

Oh... Um...

Excuse me while I fucking cry over MY piano, what the actual fuck 😭 I think this is the biggest compliment I could possibly receive, you have NO FUCKING IDEA how happy it makes me to read that my fic inspired you to sit down at the piano again, holy shit???

cheeks flushed n feeling alive, i tell u - im about to dust my piano n just smash at the keys for the till-now-abandoned fun of it, first time in forever. (It won't be good, but it'll be real, it'll be me.)

I am sobbing and kicking my feet all at once at this image, I love you I love you I love you. Please tell me, how did it go?? Did you have fun? Did it feel good? God, I hope it did!!! 😭

I started writing this fic to heal some of my own hurt about leaving a career in music behind, so I'm writing this for people like you and me. You're my ideal reader and you couldn't POSSIBLY come off too strong. PLEASE come back with your unhinged thoughts, I will gladly scream with you about this — in fact, I'm desperate to do exactly that!

Royce, you're everything. Thank you so much for all your lovely words about my writing too, this soothes all of my doubts about deciding to post something so deeply self-indulgent all those months ago. This is for YOU 🫶

as if jjk had always been ab music production and not a grimdark shounen

Also, what do you mean? That's what it's about, isn't it? 👀

#call me satoru because it is truly gojover for me #♥#threshold fic #threshold ask #aroyce #ask fushiglow

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linkedworlds · 8 months

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The End Is Where We Begin, Part 1

Thank you for your interest in Linked Worlds. My name is Yuki, also known as @yuki5930, and I am finally ready to release the first chapter of Linked Worlds. Unfortunately, since I am not skilled in digital art, I will be releasing this as a text-only version until I have enough courage to try drawing it. I hope this does not disappoint anyone, however, I will do my best to learn digital art in my free time.

I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. The Legend of Zelda is my lifelong hyperfixation, and I am glad I have enough courage to release this tale.

Please enjoy the start of Linked Worlds.

“Link…! Link!” A faint, nurturing yet urgent voice called. “Wake up, sleepyhead! We’re going to be late!”

I jumped from my slumber, looking around. My nerves were immediately soothed at the sight of my awakener.

”You slept like a rock last night. How were your dreams?”

I sat up, stretching my sore muscles as the figure pulled open my window hatch. The morning light flew through the opening directly onto my face, warming my cheeks. “Good morning, my Sun.” I smiled.

”Good morning, my Sky.” My blonde sweetheart beamed back in my direction, our eyes locking with pure love. “We don’t want to be late for the ceremony, do we?”

My eyes widened. I scrambled out of bed, and began digging apart my wardrobe. “That’s today?!”

”I told you last night, silly.” She remarks, crossing her arms with the most adorable smirk on her face.

“Well, it looks like I forgot. No matter, I have my uniform here somewhere…” I managed to dig to the bottom of my wardrobe, yet my knight uniform was nowhere to be seen. “Darling… have you seen my uniform?” The urgency in my voice made my fiancé chuckle under her breath.

”I have seen it. In fact, I prepared it for today's ceremony. I wasn’t going to let you wear a wrinkled uniform in front of everyone in Skyloft, you know.” She walked over to her closet, and revealed my uniform. It was in pristine condition. The green cotton tunic looked as beautiful as the day I received it. The chain-mail shined in the sunlight. The emblem on my sailcloth had another coat of navy paint. The master sword and sheath had been polished for the third time this week. My pleather belts have been lacquered. My uniform looks to be washed, ironed, and some of my worn-out embroidery on the tunic itself was retouched.

“Darling… this looks amazing! Thank you so much!” I pull her in by her waist, giving her kisses all over her face.

”You’re very welcome dear.” She giggles and returns a few kisses. “Quickly, get changed and meet me at the ceremony. I’ll see you there.” She began making her way towards the door, yet she stops at the threshold. “You got this. I believe in you.” Her smile glows at me as she sees herself out of my room.

I got this. I got this… You can do it, Link.

Link dashes out of the front door to their abode, making his way to the Sacred Grounds. He begins losing his breath halfway through his run, but decides to push on due to the sake of time. As he arrives, the crowd turns their heads towards the exhausted hero, who is wheezing from the hardcore exercise. He strolls forward to be by the side of his lover. She gives him the look, as he scratches the back of his head nervously.

”Citizens of Skyloft! Today is the day where we finally unite with the rest of the world, and establish a nation of our own!” The crowd rejoices, hooting and hollering with excitement. “After five long months of restoration, expansion and adjusting to a new way of life, we have grown as a community, and we shall grow even more as a nation! We are all gathered here to declare Hyrule’s founding! The founding of this nation will be commenced by the hero who saved this world from ruin, and protected Skyloft with every ounce of his being. This could not have been possible without the courage our hero possesses. Hero of the Sky, please draw your blade from its sheath and point it Skyward.”

He draws his blade, its gradient glistening in the morning sky. The hero holds it towards the sun, as it charges with a ray of light.

“To declare our nation as founded, the hero must strike the Goddess Cube right in front of us.” She turns her head towards her lover. “Link… you may strike the Goddess Cube.”

Link takes in three deep breaths, counting down in his mind. ‘Three… two… one… now!” He let’s down a powerful swing, striking the goddess cube directly. The cube begins glowing radiantly.

”By the power of the goddess, I declare Hyrule’s founding to be set in stone with time.” The crowd roars in applause and cheer. Glasses were clinking, children were running around, and some villagers began to dance with glee. The sun glistened upon us as I gazed over to my sun. She looked back at me, leaning in for a kiss.

Rumble… Rumble… Rumble…

They pulled away, looking at each other with concern. They then looked at the crowd, who seemed just as confused as they were. “Stay here. We’ll be back shortly.” Zelda looked over to her sweetheart. “Let’s go investigate this, Link.”

He nods, as they dash off towards the source of the rumbling. As the lovebirds passed through the gates in the Sealed Grounds headed towards Faron Woods, the rumbling became far more intense with each step they traversed. Link had blade and shield drawn, as Zelda held her lyre in her right arm.

As they sprinted for what felt like forever, they reached the source of the rumbling near Lake Floria. The water in the gorge grumbled as the earth shook beneath the two. Upon reaching the platform Link once used to dive into the lake, they noticed a dark violet vortex mixed with a swirl of scarlet in the middle. It let out a large shockwave into the ground that made the couple nearly fall down with its sheer strength.

“What is that…?!” Zelda breathed out what air wasn’t knocked out of her.

“No… idea….” A familiar gruff voice stumbled from behind them.

”Groose? Where the hell have you been?! You missed the ceremony to solidify Hyrule as a nation! This was a big deal, you know!” Zelda hollered over the rumbling.

”Now’s not the time for arguing, little lady. We got this thing on our hands.” He approaches the vortex, only to get knocked on his rear end by another shockwave. “YEOWCH!” He scurries backwards and hides behind Link. “Link man, you go check that thing out!”

Link lets out a distasteful sigh, rolling his eyes to the side. “Fine.” He looks over to Zelda with a gentle demeanor, “Stay here darling. I’m going to see where this leads, okay?”

“We’ll be right here if you need anything. Just, please… be careful.” She worriedly gazes at her fiancé.

”I will be, I promise.” He smiles. He turns back around, takes a deep breath in, and approaches the vortex. He hesitantly reaches out his hand, waving it through the vortex. He looks back to his sweetheart and mildly annoying friend, nods, and walks through the rest of the vortex.

Colors spiraled around the boy, disorienting his vision and sense of perception. His head began violently throbbing with pain, along with it came a numbness that covered his whole body. It felt like he was falling, and he felt lightheaded. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a sight of luscious green grass at the very far end of the vortex.

A loud thud rang through a secluded, sunny-patched forest of larch and cedars. Swallows sang beautiful songs as the sun finally came through the trees. The hero's eyes fluttered open, met by a harsh light. He covers his eyes with his forearm as he lays on his back.

‘… Did I die?’ The dirty-blonde boy thought to himself. He took in a deep breath and heaved his body upward to sit. He rubbed his eyes, and blinked a few times, taking in the scenery. The green grass was blooming with color, plenty of flowers, and shrubbery surrounded the boy. He raised an eyebrow, as he’s never seen this area before. He looks in all directions around, coming to the sudden realization that the vortex he entered was nowhere to be found.

”Oh, crap!!!” He scrambles to his feet, panicking. “Zelda?! Groose?! Anyone?! Can you hear me?!” He began wandering around a bit, hollering into the empty forest. “Please?! Someone?! Anyone?!”

Snap.

The boy whipped around near the speed of light, drawing his blade, expecting to be faced with some sort of monster. To his surprise, there was nothing. He scanned his surroundings, not letting his guard down for a second until he knew the coast was clear. He let out a sigh, putting the master sword into the sheath on his back.

Suddenly, Link felt a large weight slam down onto him. His body smacked into the ground with a loud thud. He felt something sharp against his neck, and his arms were pinned behind him, immobilizing him. Ever so slightly, he turns his head to see what; or who; was on top of him.

”Who are you, and what are you doing so close to the Minish Village?!” An orotund voice with a slight growl hollered at him.

Out of breath and with his vision blurry, the hero tried explaining himself. “I-I-I climbed into this portal thing… and I ended up here! I have no idea where I am, who you are, or where my friends are! I-I-I promise, I don’t mean any harm…!” He deeply inhaled air, trying to regain half the senses the tackle lost him.

”You’re not a monster? Vortex? Are you some sort of evil sorcerer are you?!” The voice roared.

“W-what is a sorcerer?! Let alone an evil one… I’m a hero! I’m the hero of Skyloft!” Link wheezed out.

”Skyloft…?! That nursery rhyme?! That place is an ancient legend!” The voice refuted.

”Ancient…? What are you talking about?!” Sky raised his voice out of frustration.

”What are YOU talking about?!” The figure released the blade from his neck, scooting off of him. “Let’s just… talk for a minute. I’m… very confused.”

”I would have liked to have done that to begin with, but here we are…” Link huffs, sitting up with his arms crossed. He is finally able to study the figure in detail. He faces a blonde boy with a harsh cut bob hairstyle, with bangs being pulled back with a green cloth headband. His most interesting feature were his multi-colored eyes, which matched his tunic. Interestingly enough, the tunic had a green hood with golden tassels at the end of it. The hood also seemed to have gemstones embedded around the base. The tunic was sewed together with golden string, with the tunic representing a checkerboard, but with different colors. The top two colors on his tunic were green and blue, while the bottom two were red and violet. Those were the same colors that beamed in his eyes. He bore a leather belt with colored embroidery around its borders, with a golden buckle holding it around his skinny waist. The boy also had a pair of dark leggings, and his leather exploration boots had insulation to handle colder terrains. He was quite short, and he looked like a child. Despite his size, the hero experienced his strength first-hand. He seemed to be a warrior, as his sword and arm braces resembled the ones the hero was wearing.

”Who are you?” The blonde tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly.

”My name is Link… I am the hero of Skyloft.”

“Link…? Your name is Link?” The blonde boy was taken aback.

”Yeah…” the hero muttered sheepishly.

“That’s interesting… I’ve never met someone with the same name before. I am also named Link.”

“HUH?!” The hero was baffled at his remark.

”Yeah, it seems we share a name…” Four also studies the hero up and down, but particularly focuses on his face. “It also seems that we share a few features…”

”Really? That’s interesting…” Sky nods and shrugs. “Who knows, we could be related somehow. Anyways, did I fall to the surface? Where am I?”

“The… surface?” The other Link tilts his head sideways. “We’re in the Minish Forest, just outside the Minish Village.”

“What’s a ‘Minish’?” Sky tilts his head, mirroring his name twin.

”You don’t know what a Minish is? Well, how do I explain this…” The blonde puts his chin on his knuckles, pondering. “Well, us Hylians know them technically as Picori… they resemble small mice, and they have our pointy ears…”

”Picori, you say… I’ve never heard of a Picori before.”

“Not a lot of people have, they’re more known as rumors in Hyrule.”

“We’re in Hyrule?! Hyrule was just a small village when I left, there’s no way it could have expanded overnight…” Sky rests his head on his hand.

“Hyrule’s a nation that spans over hundreds of miles…”

“HUH?!” Sky shoots backwards, in absolute awe. “There’s no way I could have been out that long!”

“There’s only one explanation that I can think of… You mentioned a vortex previously, right?”

“Yeah, I walked into some sort of vortex and I ended up here…”

”It might have been a portal across time… You time traveled.”

“Time traveled?! That’s a real thing?!”

“I guess so. Ezlo has told me stories about sorcerers who have time traveled.” The blonde seems stumped. “I just didn’t know he was telling the truth

“Time travel, you say… Then… What about my fiancé, and my friends?” The hero asked, his voice wavering.

“Let’s not think about anything drastic. They’re still alive and well in your time.” The blonde put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Right…”

The two sat in silence for a minute, as if they were trying to find words to break the ice. “So, since we are both named Link, how about we create nicknames for each other?” The tiny one’s eyes gleamed.

“I don’t see why not, it will make things a lot less confusing.” The hero nodded.

“Well… you said you were from Skyloft, right? In that case, your nickname will be… Sky!” He smiled.

“Sky… That’s exactly what my fiancé calls me, funny enough. Let me think of one for you…” Sky studied his features for the second time. “Your eyes are four different colors, and so is your tunic… Would the name ‘Four’ be okay with you?”

“That makes a lot of sense… Sure, Four it is.” Four smiled. “Well, it’s starting to get dark out. We shouldn’t be out too late, but judging by your sword, it seems you’re used to dealing with monsters.”

“It’s my job as a knight unfortunately… That’s why I usually take morning shifts.”

Four lets out a giggle at Sky’s comment. “I’ll introduce you to all of my friends in the Minish Village, now that I know you’re not a threat. You startled everyone earlier with your yelling.”

Sky itches the back of his head awkwardly, “Sorry, I was pretty distressed, falling from a vortex and all.”

“I would feel the same way if I were in your situation, that’s for sure.” Four nods, standing up and reaching out his hand to Sky. Sky smiles, stands up, and shakes his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. I look forward to our friendship.” Four nods and does a tiny bow out of respect.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Thank you for reading the first chapter of Linked Worlds, I appreciate your interest, and I hope you look forward to the next chapters’ release.

Signing off, @yuki5930 .

#legend of zelda #linked worlds #loz #the legend of zelda #tloz #zelda #zelda fanfiction #Sky Lu #four lu #four swords #minish cap #skyward sword

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jaekyungsrustyattitude · 1 year

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Shouto’s first kiss

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: TodoKiri (Todoroki Shouto X Kirishima Eijirou), dash of BakuDeku.

Synopsis: Kirishima and Shouto have been spending a lot of time together, feelings come out and feelings are shared.

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After the second war, society has slowly been rebuilding itself, and they stumbled but they were getting there to a better place. The new school year at UA had started and Class-1A, though officially they should have moved up sooner, are now Class-2A and are eager to be just students just teenagers again. Todoroki Shouto for one was happy he could finally relax, the last year being one of the most difficult years to handle for him. His father’s abuse displayed to the world, and his eldest brother believed to be dead alive and a villain.

Now though Shouto could focus on his school lessons, his dreams of being a reassuring hero and pursuing these feelings he had for a fellow student. Since the start of the new year, Shouto has been spending more and more time with Kirishima, and this was his first time feeling like this. Feeling like he was made of jelly, whenever Kirishima complimented him, feeling fluffy whenever Kirishima was near, and he felt like he was invincible like he was free. So, Shouto wanted to keep feeling those feelings, and in that case he would take any moment any chance to hang with Kirishima. Which is why when the new aquarium opened Shouto got tickets, and invited Kirishima to join him there. The two had just arrived at the aquarium, and were admiring the fish swimming. The lil nemo’s, catfish’s and the small sharks. Shouto peaks into one of the tanks, and then at the small board that has information on them. Stonefish.

“Hey Kirishima it’s just like you” Shouto said smiling, as he pulled Kirishima over to the tank.

“A stonefish” Kirishima reads, and then looks at the fish, “ehh but it’s so ugly am I that ugly?” Kirishima whines with a pout.

“I think it’s beautiful” Shouto replies, as he looked at this fish, “you too” he adds quickly. Kirishima looks to him eyes wide, causing Shouto to surprisingly blush.

“Well come look at this fish” Kirishima said smiling, as he pulls Shouto over to another tank. “The emperor snapper its red and white just like you” Kirishima said, as he ruffles Shouto’s hair.

“Heh we both got our fishes then” Shouto said, as he watches the fish swim by, “let’s go see the sharks the big ones…they look even more like you” he said softly, as he drags Kirishima to the next section of the aquarium.

The rest of the day went on with them enjoying the sharks, which Kirishima took great pleasure in showing off his shark-like teeth to them. Entranced by the dolphin and whale show, and intrigued by the octopuses and jellyfishes. By lunchtime they enjoyed meaty burgers, surgery goods and milkshakes - strawberry for Shouto and mint chocolate for Kirishima. They ended the day by seeing the turtles, and listening to the seal talk before making a leave of the establishment. The day was going so well for them, the aquarium was buzzful, the day bright and everything was going accordingly well. Until they stepped out of the establishment, and the weather turns sour as rain begins to pour soaking the two boys.

“My father’s home is close by let’s go there until the weather dries” Shouto suggested, to which Kirishima wholeheartedly agreed with him.

So, the two boys took off running for his father’s house, in hopes of getting out of the wet and into the dry. Not that it mattered they were already soaked right through, but they ran nonetheless because they didn’t want to get colds. So they ran and ran until finally they made it through the front door of his father’s house. After everything Enji and Touya resided in the old house, while Shouto and the others lived elsewhere but it’s not to say Shouto never visited them. Shouto and Kirishima take off their shoes, and coats before heading further into the house. Enji soon appears from around one of the corners.

“Shouto what brings you here? Oh you brought a friend” Enji said as he allowed them into the living room, Touya was say on the couch.

“Hi I’m Kirishima Eijirou it’s nice to meet you” Kirishima introduced himself, even though it’s not like he was completely unaware of who Enji was.

“We’re just going to dry off” Shouto said calmly, as he grabs Kirishima by the wrist and begins to drag him away.

“I’m about to cook dinner why don’t you stay for dinner? both of you” Enji suggested, Shouto turned to look at his father shocked.

“Since when do you cook?” Shouto asked shocked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Old fart has to entertain himself somehow…now that he’s retired and one armed” Touya spoke up.

“Well stay” Shouto replies, he was curious now to see if his father’s cooking would be on par with Fuyumi’s or not.

“Thank you for the kind gesture” Kirishima said with a bow, before he followed Shouto out of the room.

They entered what was Shouto’s old room, and technically still was if he ever stayed over the night. Shouto fished out some fresh clothes for them both, as well as towels to dry themselves off with. Quietly the two changed from wet clothes to dry clothes, drying themselves as they went before moving to sit on the futon together.

“I had a lot of fun today” Kirishima said smiling, as he finished drying his hair off.

“Kirishima I….I want you to know that I really appreciated your support in everything….after the first war when everything was going wrong you were there for me offering me comfort, showing me support and comfort it felt like you were my biggest supporter and after the second war you were there again” Shouto spoke, finally bringing up a lot of what he’s been wanting to say to Kirishima, “thank you so much” he adds.

“You were my friend and you were hurting you don’t need to thank me but you’re welcome” Kirishima said gently, he smiled at Shouto, but he soon noticed the wet still dripping down Shouto’s face and off his hair. “Come here let me dry you off” he said softly.

Shouto scoots closer to him, and let’s Kirishima dry his face off with a small towel. He then throws the towel over Shouto’s head and begins to rub his hair dry, he paused as the towel draped over Shouto’s face.

“Eh?” Shouto murmurs confused, as he surrendered to Kirishima.

“Just stay still” Kirishima whispered, as he leans in slowly.

Kirishima closes the distance between them, capturing Shouto’s lips in a soft but passionate kiss. To which he eagerly returned with a slight worry in the back of his head, murmuring that he was coming off maybe too desperate. He wanted this though, he really did so he returned the kiss with a fluttering chest. His lips slowly moving against Kirishima’s as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck. After a few minutes which was probably closer to a few seconds, the boys separated but Kirishima kept the towel hiding Shouto’s eyes and Shouto kept his arms around Kirishima’s neck.

“I think I love you” Shouto blurts out, maybe it was just the euphoria of the kiss that made him feel this, but he was sure of himself for once.

“Me too” Kirishima replies his voice soft, as he moves the towel to cover Shouto’s lips. He stared into the mismatched eyes, that have been in his dreams and offers him a soft smile. “Me too Shouto” “Y-you called me Shouto” said Shouto, a smile gracing his face as he pulls the towel out from under Kirishima’s hand.

“I did….is that ok?” Kirishima asks, Shouto nods his head. “I’m going to kiss you again” he says.

Before leaning in and kissing Shouto again, who eagerly returned the kiss. They continued to kiss, cheeks flushed and body’s close as they clutched at each other. The kiss lasted a little longer than the first, but they soon pulled a part and settled down to cuddle and chat about the day, the fishes and the little things before dinner time.

Lil later,

After eating with Enji and Touya, the two boys had returned back to UA. So here Shouto and Kirishima were walking into the dorms, hand in hand and a huge smile on Kirishima’s face. They were greeted by Izuku and Katsuki heading their way with garbage, Izuku’s eyes beaming as he spots them.

“Todoroki Kirishima your back” Izuku exclaimed happily, as he stopped in front of them.

“Thank god I can finally stop hearing your yapping about half’n’half” Katsuki spat, as he takes in the couple.

“Hey that’s no fair we as a whole class had to put up with you raging for month heh if not years instead of just sucking up the fact that you love Midoriya” Kirishima exclaimed, as he defended himself.

“Why you” Katsuki growls, as he drops the garbage, “forgive me” Kirishima squeaks, as he quickly pecks Shouto on the cheek.

Before taking off as Katsuki gives chase, small explosions popping off as he chased. Shouto and Izuku laugh at their two boyfriends, and their silly antics.

“Let me help you Midoriya” Shouto said, as he picked up the forgotten bags.

“Yes because then you can tell me everything” Izuku beamed, as they left the dorm buildings together, and Izuku was happy to hear about how amazing the date was and how happy Shouto was. He had his first kiss, his first date and the feelings he had festered were fruitfully returned in earnest.

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fandomsareforlife · 6 months

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Ninjago DR Season 2 ep 1 reactions (Spoliers)

Also, note that I wrote this as I watched, so I wouldn't flood people's dashes with posts. Also, didn't comment on everything so just a heads up

I have absolutuely no memory of what happened to Imperium at the end of the last season, so I am watching the beginning with Ras and Jordanna like 'huh. Something happened. Let's hope they recap that later cause I don't remember anything"

I like the internet paradoies. You really can tell the writers are trying to either market towards a younger audience who grew up on social media or they grew up wiht social media

Tik Tok Existing in ninjago in canon is not a thing I realized I needed until now

Nor did I expect the MatPat conspiracty theoriest, who is sponsored by Borg (which implied he is alive)

Sora using her powers to bug Arin, and then reassuring him he is just as important to the team is. Hm

Reminder that people lie on the Internet!

Mr. Frohicky; Such a guy, I love him. Also, big Riyu is so so so cute

I have a feeling Lloyd had fallen asleep in the training course many many times beforehand, and was very confused why one of the OG ninja wasn't waking him up

Kai and Zane friendship my beloved :) I like how they're playing empire is it I believe? Also, just as a little thing, but Kai taking over Cole's job of explaining metaphors/figurative language stuff to Zane and failing cause he isn't used to it is just aaaaa

Also, Zane :) That's it, that's the post

Lloyd first sleepwalking and then pouring the tea into the pot is so in character for him

Zane and Kai telling Lloyd he needs to sleep and then Lloyd passing out immediately after, not even getting to the door is so so so fanfiction

Hmmm Lloyd's dream. I don't know why but the only word i can describe it is 'shiny'. Like it feels to bright for what's supposed to be at night, like it should be more shadowy and stuff with the red as a tint? I don't know how to explain it, but it didn't feel...nightmarish and I can't tell if it works

Yes, Lloyd using spinjitzu after the nightmare. We need more fic of this idea. Also, him going to Wu for advice

The feeling when your older sibling/mentor figure is having a rough time and you have very little idea how to approach the issue

"Aren't I supposed to be the teacher here?"

"Dreams can not hurt you, for they are not real" Wanna tell Zane that?

MASTER WU GHOST?

Hmmm the idea of a language being banned cause the speakers were supposedly evil is generating thoughts

Kreel smiling at Arin talking about the night ghost is so funny

The interent addiction, man, they really are trying to say the interent is bad for you.

"People throwing out perfectly good dragons. Shameful." Not sure why I'm surprised by this but I am

Is this Cinder? I am so mad about them getting rid of Ash

Them actually utilizing smoke is pretty cool, I'll give them that much

Alright, so it is Cinder, and apparently he is voiced by the same guy as Acornix, and I knew his voice sounded familiar

"You threw a party and didn't invite me? I'm offended."

Wow, Lloyd's dream being real. Who would have guessed?

Ras and Jordanna are giving me serious Chen and Skylor vibes for some reason. Maybe it't the hair?

Alright, that's my reactions. Don't know when I'll watch ep 2 so yeah

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr spoilers #ninjago dr part 2 #art's silly (or not silly) things #liveblogging

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pinnithin · 1 year

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long kind of sad gay poast ahead

saw something about loving the unlovable and it got me thinking about how its a central theme in most of my writing. paired with like, isolation, being separate/other, the doomed concept of human connection, being the only person who can love and understand you the way you need, etc - i watched evangelion way too young if you couldnt guess.

anyway and this is due to the fact that a core part of my identity and personality revolves around the fact that i considered myself unlovable for the majority of my life, first unconsciously through childhood neglect, then by choice as some "you cant fire me i quit" teen angst sort of thing, then by a doomed sense of resignation all through college. its a significant part of how i see myself even now after years of working to unlearn it - ive managed to dial it back to "im difficult to love" which still isnt great but yknow. better than it was

which is why i have attachment issues and preferred one night stands for a long time. my romantic relationships (many of them short lived) have been with well meaning partners who assured me constantly that like, even though youre difficult to love its worth it. and that was all nice and good but it made me feel so fraudulent and disgusted with myself because it put me in the position of thinking either 1) this person doesnt actually know me that well at all or 2) i have somehow tricked this person into thinking under all the baggage theres someone worth loving. which is something i find difficult to reconcile with because the baggage is me too. i cant get rid of it. inevitably those people got wise and it ended up not working out.

by now have all these arguments and strategies geared up to explain to people who make the mistake of caring about me that its really not worth the effort, we're better off as friends or acquaintances, etc. im very transparent about the issues i deal with so its all just laid out there from the beginning and im not like, tricking people into being in a relationship with me or whatever by hiding it. ive talked in circles with exes over and over along the general lines of "im difficult to love" > "no youre not" > "i have xyz wrong with me and i push people away, trust me you dont want to deal with this" > "okay well we can work on that, and youll get better and itll be worth it" > "what if i never get better" > "you will, ill help you" > [me relenting bc im unable to dash their hopes and dreams that even if i Get Better im still Me at the core and the things that make me difficult to love are a permanent part of me]

the relationship im in now doesnt even let me get into that. shan is just like, youre not. youre not difficult to love, youre actually very easy to love and it has always been easy to love you, even before we were dating. and i dont have a comeback for that.

even with my usual strategy of "heres an itemized list of all the reasons dating me is a risk" theyre just like well sure, thats difficult for you to deal with, and im sorry its so hard for you, but that doesnt make you difficult to love. the loving is easy. that part has always been easy.

she doesnt treat me like a problem that needs to be solved she doesnt try to be my savior from myself she doesnt give any indication that shes just waiting it out until i reach a certain threshold of acceptable or unacceptable. she just loves me and trusts me to take care of myself, and it places a lot of personal responsibility on me to be better - not for us but for me, because im the only person who can do that and they know it.

its the healthiest relationship ive ever been in and ive never felt so safe and free to be myself. i dont need to live up to any expectations to eventually make myself lovable. im easy to love. hard thing for me to believe in self practice but going back to the inherent disconnect between all humans, who am i to know or control what they consider easy or difficult? i dont judge her when something she finds difficult is easy for me, so why wouldn't the opposite be true?

#started thinking about this first thing in the morning for some reason #i think because im moving again and its making me think of the last time i moved #out of the house i shared with my ex #something about grief being cyclical idk #pin talks #im doing a lot of posting and not a lot of packing. lol

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hanaasbananas · 1 year

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Power to Play Chapter 3

A series of ficlets each based off a song from the McFly album Power to Play

AO3

Prev//Next

Forever's Not Enough

“She go down okay?”

“Hm?” Adrien met Marinette’s gaze as he entered the kitchen, taking a mug of tea she held out for him. “Thanks. Yeah, she was knocked out before I even got halfway through the story,” he confirmed. “By the way we really need to get some new stories into the rotation because I don’t know how much more of the Three Little Pigs I can take.”

“We tried that six months ago, remember?” Marinette said, bumping his shoulder good naturedly as she moved past him out into the backyard. “Those pigs aren’t going anywhere.”

Tossing his head back dramatically as he followed behind her, Adrien feigned great despair. “Why must you dash my hopes so?”

“Someone has to do it.”

“Just you watch, my lady, I’ll get her away from that story in no time.” An attempt would be made, at least. His daughter Emma was many things, but stubborn was at the top of the list. Four years later and they were still trying to decide who she’d gotten the trait from, neither willing to take responsibility. Heh. Adrien thought that’s why she’s so stubborn. She got it from both of us.

Marinette snorted. “Good luck with that.”

“Hey!” Adrien exclaimed, affronted. “We fought Hawkmoth and won, I’m pretty sure I can take on a four year old with a storybook.” As long as Emma didn’t employ the puppy dog eyes, he would get to change the story, he was sure of it.

“I’m sure you can, honey.”

“I am gonna go ahead and choose to take that as a sincere encouragement.” Adrien sniffed. If all else failed, the book might just find itself mysteriously disappearing instead.

Sitting down on the garden seat beside Marinette, he hid his smile when she pulled his arm over her shoulder and snuggled into his side. Breathing in the crisp evening air, Adrien sighed contentedly, pressing a kiss to Marinette’s temple, letting his lips linger there for a long moment.

Sometimes, he still found it hard to believe that this was his life. The fact that he was happy and content seemed almost too good to be true. There were times when Adrien wondered if this was all just a beautiful dream–if he’d wake up one day in a world where he hadn’t returned to Paris, where he and Marinette hadn’t built a life together.

He remembered that night on the Eiffel Tower so long ago now, when he’d been so desperate to just leave Paris. He hadn’t known yet if he would come back, had just wanted to run as fast and as far as he could, to get away from his fathers legacy. It had been the first goodbye, but not the last as they’d chosen to finally pursue the dreams that had been abandoned in favour of their hero duties.

Over the years, even as they’d worked to keep in contact, he had felt the distance between them grow little by little, the invisible string that bound them together pulling taut until it almost snapped. But they had found their way back to each other and now…

“Do you remember all those nights when we used to hang out on the Eiffel Tower?” Adrien asked suddenly. “When we were teenagers?”

“Of course,” Marinette turned to face him, dropping his arm from her shoulder and twining their fingers together instead. She snickered. “We tried smoking that one time and you coughed so hard you hacked out a hairball.”

“Of course you’d remember that,” Adrien muttered, his cheeks flushing at the memory. Marinette had at least been kind enough to laugh at him for the rest of the night and then never mentioned it again. Plagg hadn’t let him live it down for a month. “I swear, that was a better deterrent than any anti smoking campaign.”

“I remember everything,” Marinette corrected him. Looking at her, he felt his breath catch in throat as it often did and swallowed roughly. Marinette’s eyes were almost luminous in the twilight, brimming with love. “How could I forget all those nights after patrol when we’d just chill out and listen to the radio? Those were some of the best nights of my life.”

“What about…” Adrien licked his lips, voice dropping to a murmur as if the mere mention of that night would taint the moment they were in now. “The night I left.”

“Yes well…I wouldn’t say it was the best night ever,” Marinette conceded “but I knew it was something you had to do, and I was glad you didn’t hold yourself back for my sake.” Lifting their joined hands, she pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand. “Besides, I remember the night you came back as well.” She smiled cheekily, “now that was a good night.”

Adrien let out a surprised laugh. “Oh yeah?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, leaning in and pecking her lips. “shall we do a re-enactment?”

Instead of responding, Marinette nodded and pulled him in for another slow, languid kiss. Cupping her face gently, Adrien swallowed down a groan as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping between his lips. He only vaguely registered Marinette’s hands roving over his shoulders until she broke away to look at him, her expression mischievous and then–

–she pushed him, giggling as he fell back with a surprised grunt onto the garden chair. As she dashed further out into the garden, Marinette called over her shoulder at him: “you have to catch me first!”

“If I can–” Adrien sputtered, leaping to his feet. Shaking his fist in mock anger, he gave chase. “I’ll get you for that!”

He caught up quickly, grabbing Marinette by the waist and spinning her around before she could slip out of his grasp. Chest heaving with laughter, Adrien set her down on her feet. “You okay there?” he asked breathlessly, holding her steady as she dissolved in a fit of giggles, almost collapsing against him.

Marinette could only nod in response, not trusting herself to speak, and in that moment, as they stood there catching their breath–as he took in Marinette’s flushed cheeks and tousled hair, and the joy in her eyes as she looked up at him–Adrien knew one thing for certain about this life he had with her:

Forever was not enough.

#banana writes 🍌#ml fanfic #adrinette #adrien x marinette #power to play

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