#for much the same reason i’m very fond of legend

[undertheopensky]

Favorite LU boy and why?

FOUR!!! Four is best boi <3

There’s several reasons why - Minish Cap was my first Zelda game, and still holds a special place in my heart for it.

I really love Four’s LU design, with the vivid colours, detailed embroidery, and the little detail of his earring (MINISH FEATHER!!!). It’s always fun to look at.

I also really enjoy the different ways Four’s character can be handled especially with regard to the Colours - there’s a lot of potential to explore in very different directions, and just because I have a favourite doesn’t mean the others aren’t interesting.

And finally, I strongly relate to being considered ‘the responsible one’, when in fact your brain is in a constant debate between arson, vandalism, and just standing in the middle of a room screaming.

[twistedstoryteller]

Linked Universe Headcanons I have

I’ve been in the fandom for awhile now, and I got a couple headcanons formed cause of it(might add more to it if I remember/think of more to add here)

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Four and Wind are related being each other’s ancestor and descendant respectively. Four is very fond of both Wind and Aryll. He’s slightly protective of them too.

Wind and Tetra’s great great granddaughter is Spirit Tracks Zelda while Aryll’s great great grandson is Spirit or Spirit Tracks Link.

Fable and Legend are twins(therefore Legend part of family tree), though they were separated at birth due to a very unfair law regarding about natural born princes that formed in the downfall timeline(Do not worry Legend and Fable obviously got rid of that law when Fable became queen). The Hylia “bastards” became a thing in that timeline.

Ravio and Hilda are twins as well. It’s just Ravio status as prince of Lorule never actually came up(heck none of the citizens of Lorule realize that Ravio is well “Ravio”, not just because he wore that bunny mask. Mostly due to Ravio as prince behave cold and detached. He cares for Lorule just as much, but well. He is very cunning for a reason)

Four has a dad. It’s just said dad was very busy with his knight duties and wasn’t very home often thus making things very awkward between both father and son, especially when Four was part of the knights of Hyrule for sometime(FSA Manga beginning) but later switch back to being a blacksmith. Four and his dad are getting along slightly better since FSA. It still can be awkward at times.

Sky very fond of his great great great whatever how many greats granddaughters aka the other Zeldas(after he actually got through the process of being embarrassed he and Sun basically created the entire royal bloodline). He’s a hugger too, and he also hugs Legend upon finding out the other is his great great great whatever how many greats grandson.

Twilight is actually Legend’s and Fable’s uncle in another life. Dusk is also Legend’s and Fable’s mother in another life. Maybe?(I’m on the fence on this one but I really like it :D)

Hyrule’s mom from another life is Tatl. It was pretty interesting when he ran into her in Time’s era. Especially considering Hyrule is technically half fairy 🧚🏼‍♂️(based on my headcanon on him)

Let’s just say in the time where all the timelines merge back into one aka Warriors’s era. Legend, Hyrule, Twilight, and Wind own spirits that dwell will get the most interesting experience of having two other lifetime of memories shoved into their heads(the timeline they were heroes in being the most prominent or more present in their psyche. At least the ones they personally chose to identify themselves as, aka it’s filtered to be the one they remember immediately, they have to actually try to think to remember the other two timelines. Both Twilight and Legend were pretty awkward around each other cause of it). Time got lucky cause it was only two timelines worth of memories, the one he lived and the fallen(got the most awkward experience of remembering himself dying in the fallen timeline), Four though. Oh boy, all three set of memories from three different timelines cause well. Remember the palace of the four sword and he was sealed in the sword somehow. Yeah all three sets of memories of three different timelines shoved into his head does not sit pretty well in his head for him. Pretty sure he fainted at least four seconds later after that(and does not have the same type of filter as the others contributed to that as his own lifetime was before the split by Time), at least he was with Sky(Sky got lucky |:[).

Warriors, Time/Mask, and Wind both knew each other during the war. They bonded pretty well to the point they actually saw each other’s as brothers(heck Wind actually tackled hug Warriors when seeing him again).

Time may not exactly behave like it but he still has a mischievous gremlin streak. He just hides it way better than he did when he was younger. Hyrule is Legend’s descendant. Therefore technically related to the royal family but very distantly.

Twilight knows the Lon Lon family song, even if he doesn’t exactly remember where it came from since he was very little when he had wandered into the forest of Ordon. Rusl and Uli were his adoptive parents in a way cause of it(bless them, they were very kind and sweet for him. Colin and his younger sister adore Twilight just as much)

all the Links are all canonically very attractive and beautiful. Unfortunately Four and Legend have this feminine look and feel to them that sometimes get them mistaken for being fair maidens more than once. Legend gets it worse off as at least the way Four presents himself helps(when split as the colors, it’s Red and Vio that get mistaken as girls out of the four). Of course that doesn’t mean Four and Legend don’t take advantage of it when seeing/spotting a good opportunity to use the ability of being mistaken for being female(doesn’t help both have scary talent in being able to mimic a female voice very well).

Four has a dogish cat named “Wolfie”. Who unlike normal cats, actually recognized Four and protected him from other cats(Wolfie happened to love the Minish just as much as Four does). Wolfie the only cat Four actually adores, cause in Four’s words “Wolfie is an exception, he isn’t like any regular cat!” just like Legend would feel about Pyoko since Pyoko’s a cucco, and cuccos are something all the chain(except for Sky) would fear and rather keep away from at all times.(also yes Four is well aware the fact his cat named “Wolfie” and there’s a wolf named “Wolfie” too)

Four, Time, and Legend have one of the most beautiful singing voices out of all the chain. All of them have great singing voices however Four, Time, and Legend have the most beautiful in that order(of course Legend doesn’t show that talent of singing off either as slightly open as the others due to well, everything he been through, especially what happened with Marin, she was the last person he had sung his whole heart for, Ravio has actually helped Legend slowly open up with his singing. Time doesn’t sing as much either however Warriors and Wind remember how beautiful and soothing sounding Mask’s own singing was, and Time is slowly getting more willing to sing the more time he spent with the chain. Four actually was the most comfortable and okay singing in front of others regarding out of the three. Also, they technically have Disney Princess quality singing, heck maybe even better.)

Time/Mask used to love singing often back in the Kokiri Forest. Even though he had his status as a no fairy boy back than, not even Mido can deny Link had the most beautiful singing voice out of the Kokiri. Every creature in the forest loved hearing Link’s singing. Time/Mask later stopped because of his journey especially after Navi left and his time in Termina(the only person he was even willing to sing for at the time was Malon, Epona was an already guaranteed). He slowly did get comfortable singing privately for Warriors, Artemis, and Wind. Later it would extend to the rest of the chain especially Twilight and Wild.

Out of all the colors, Green actually got to keep the soft soothing singing voice Four is practically known for. Of course they(Green, Red, Blue, and Vio) all technically have Four’s beautiful singing voice, it’s just Green has the most beautiful singing when it comes to gentle and soft songs(like Zelda’s Lullaby) The other colors got the other parts of Four’s singing voice aka they sing the other parts of Four’s singing very well(I will answer which parts of it another time). Random side note but Shadow really good at singing too to the point he and Four can do a duet with each other(He and Vio already did one together once, but only that one time back when Vio had pretended to be working for the villains)

Zeffa is very important to Four and not just because I see Zeffa as Four’s loftwing. Zeffa and Four are partners the same way as Sky and Crimson are. Not only that but Zeffa actually loves to listen to Four’s singing voice, especially when Zeffa flying Four around. Also Zeffa is very fond of Green, Red, Blue, and Vio(the four are in a way Four after all)

Wild may not be able to easily recoil the memories as his own. He still feels some remnant of attachment and love for Mipha. Especially since Mipha had always seen Wild, as himself not just “the hero”. Mipha’s spirit stayed with Wild even if she had a chance to pass on. She didn’t.

Warriors is Spirit or Spirit Track Link. He and Artemis(whose Spirit Track Zelda) experienced the timeline merging when they were around they were the ages of 16-17, and they woke up one morning not only seeing that new Hyrule freaking changed! That not only that the country now called Hyrule again, both Warriors and Artemis literally woke up with two other set of memories they clearly know were not there the night before. It was not the most enjoyable experience for either of them(Will not always use this type of headcanon but I do really liked it and might use it in some works of mine)

Legend experience at the palace of the four sword was traumatizing to say the very least. Especially when he later realized he killed Four in that time as he didn’t recognize Four at first(just a sense of dread he can’t explain). He only realized upon seeing Four split for the first time his mind clicked that yeah. He killed an older Four there. Legend couldn’t exactly look Four properly in the eye for awhile

Remember that Ocarina of Time manga where Time had befriended a certain boss dragon monster but had to kill his that dragon when he got older aka Volvagia. Well technically in the child timeline that dragon, never became evil cause of Ganon right? So technically that means that dragon alive but never was under ganondorf’s influence. That just means the dragon living off peacefully somewhere with a happy dragon family(possibly still visit Time somehow). Hmmm, should we still call that dragon “Volvagia” or should we call the fellow something else. Hmmm “Volga” maybe?(totally not tempted to make this dragon the same one from Hyrule Warriors for some random yet potentially angst inducing reason 😶💧, ha ha ha where would you ever get that idea 😅 he he he). Side note the little dragon has heard Time sing before, both in the adult and child timeline.

Four became a sword spirit after LU(No I will not elaborate how exactly. Let’s just say “Palace of the Four Sword”). That random and potentially angst idea aside, Four can still see the Minish as he is intertwined with them long enough to still be able to see them possibly all the way till he is very old and grey.

The Chain do reunite once more after their adventure together. How? That part is up for debate. Very up to debate.

Also I really like the headcanon that the Hero of Men(one that Four looked up to a lot just as much as he did with the hero of skies) was actually a minish. A forest minish to be exact

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And that’s all I can think of for now. Still might add more later, who knows. 😅

[brendathedoodler]

The scene in the comic where Legend takes ahold of Twilight’s shadow crystal goes pretty different in the adventure swap au, especially considering it’s Legend’s shadow crystal in the first place.

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To be quite frank, Warriors regret coming over here at all. Was this how Sky felt all the time? Confused, bewildered, and completely and utterly done with whatever new insanity decided to grace them?

“Why couldn’t you put some clothes on before shouting for me?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. Proxi chimed something he didn’t quite catch from her place by his shoulder, though he was reasonably sure she was agreeing with him.

Resting just in front of him, submerged from the shoulders down in a small freshwater pond the group had been using to bathe, was Legend. He was pressed up against the edge, the water deep enough to thankfully prevent anyone from seeing him unclothed (though really, Warriors was fairly certain Legend was more concerned with anyone seeing his arm than he was with anyone seeing him naked).

Color had been steadily rising in the teen’s face ever since Warriors first showed up, and now his cheeks matched his pink hair.

“Shut up!”

Very eloquent, Warriors thought with no small amount of sarcasm.

“This is an emergency!” Legend shouted, waving his normal arm around for emphasis. All that accomplished was flinging a few lingering soap suds around.

Warriors hummed, entirely unconcerned with it. “And what sort of ‘emergency’ came from…” he trailed off. “This,” he added, gesturing vaguely to the situation Legend seemed to have found himself in.

All that earned him was a loud groan, which trailed off into those inhuman clicks that Legend was so fond of making.

“Look, okay, Loft turned into a bird-“

What.

“-the old man is currently trying to fight him-“

What.

“-and somebody stole my clothes!”

What.

Warriors stared at Legend for a few long seconds. Long enough for Proxi to burst into a fit of laughter at the entire situation.

Rather than chide her for it (he knew it would do absolutely nothing), he simply grabbed her and tucked her into the folds of his scarf (much to her displeasure).

“I’ll handle the bird thing,” Warriors said firmly. “Which way did they go?”

Legend pointed and gave a vague description of the direction they’d been heading, and Warriors was heading off before he’d even finished explaining. Already a thousand scenarios were running through his mind, though his most pressing concern handling Time’s infamous dislike of birds and ensuring he didn’t maim their transformed companion.

“Hey- wait! You’ll need the master sword!” Legend insisted as Wars left the clearing. That should be simple enough, seeing as the blade damn well never left Wild’s side.

Warriors began to run as Legend shouted something about getting him some clothes. He’d leave that particular problem to someone else.

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It was well known that Time didn’t like birds. It was on the same level of infamy as Legend’s complete and utter hatred of carrots, though at least Time refrained from going on long tirades about the subject of his distain.

He was willing to set aside this perfectly reasonable bias for only a few things: his wife, his best friend, his siblings, and his kids.

It was that last one that had convinced him to stop his very reasonable attempts to fight what he’d assumed to be some sort of enemy. Granted, the kid in question wasn’t related to him by blood, but this adventure certainly made him feel like he’d become a father of eight overnight. Said kid had also run off, leaving him alone with the bird he’d just been trying to fight minutes before.

“I’m still not convinced,” he told the bird, earning an indignant squawk in reply.

It was an impressively large thing. Not nearly as massive as the Helmaroc King, but still large enough that Time was sure he could sit on the creature’s back and it could fly without issue. Unruly blue feathers stuck out in ways Time was certain they weren’t supposed to, and there were several bald spots and pin feathers sticking out to give it an even more disheveled appearance. If it weren’t for the very clearly intelligent behavior he’d witnessed from it and Wind’s insistence he stop, Time was certain he’d still be swinging his sword at it.

That didn’t mean he believed it when it tried to tell him it was Wild. The clawed name in the dirt was impressive, yes, and so was the only vaguely recognizable lettering from Wild’s era. He was willing to hear it out, but not entirely willing to just believe whatever it tried to tell him.

The bird hopped all over the spot of dirt it had clawed the single word in, stamping it down until it could write again. Time shifted where he sat on a particularly flat rock, waiting patiently for the bird’s uncoordinated claws to deliver its next message.

Footsteps nearby caught his attention immediately. Time stood quickly, hand flicking to the hilt of his sword as he scanned the treeline for any sign of who might be there.

A familiar Hylian emerged, and Time’s hand fell away from his weapon as soon as he processed the familiar dusty blue of Warriors’ scarf.

“Good to see you haven’t skewered Hylia’s chosen hero,” were the first words out of Warriors’ mouth, giving Time pause.

The bird chirped happily and hobbled over to the wastelander, stopping just short of making contact with him. It was Warriors who bridged the gap, placing a hand on the bird—on Wild’s—feathered head.

Before Time could think of anything adequate to say (was there really anything he could say in response to discovering he’d tried to fight his own teammate?), Warriors continued.

“Crypt explained. Sort of, he at least explained that Loft got turned into a bird,” he said, glancing over at Time. “Surprised you aren’t still trying to fight him.”

“You can thank Addie for that,” was all Time had to say on the matter. His and Wind’s views on birds tended to clash from time to time, though it was usually played up as a joke between the two. Not today, apparently, as Time was fairly certain he’d have an impressive bruise on his shin after the young veteran had taken his attack on the bird personally.

Time was certainly thankful for it now. He’d have to get him something to show for it—once he made it up to Wild for this whole incident.

“I would hope Cryptid knows how to fix this,” Time commented.

“All I heard was something about the master sword,” Warriors answered. “I’m guessing you don’t have it on you?” he directed at Wild, who simply shook his head in response.

Time raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t come with you?” he asked. Legend generally preferred to know exactly what was going on at any given time; leaving this situation to play out without any sort of intervention was out of character for him.

“He was bathing,” Warriors answered. “Apparently something took his clothes.”

Wild let out a huff that might’ve been some sort of laugh, while Time just hummed in reply. “In that case, we better find that master sword.”

Warriors barked out a laugh, all too willing to leave their pink haired companion to his own troubles. “Cloud should still be at camp. He should have his own master sword at the very least, if not both of yours,” he said, and Wild only let out a chirp of agreement as the trio set out.

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Part of Twilight’s daily tasks involved organizing his bag, something that wouldn’t be necessary if it weren’t for a particular meddling minish always shoving random crap in there as and when she pleased.

He glanced over to the fire pit in the center of camp, where said minish woman warmed her tiny paws. It didn’t fool Twilight in the slightest. Small as they may be, those paws were capable of causing immense mischief. He’d seen it firsthand, even helped on some occasions.

His eyes trailed away from Midna to the others of the group. Only Sky and Four remained at camp, the others having gone out to do who knows what. As worrying as it was, none of them had been gone for long, and most of them had gone with at least one person. So far it was Hyrule he was most concerned for. He already had plans to sneak away in wolf form and herd him back to the group, probably with anyone else he found on the way.

He’d save that for after he finished organizing his bag. He turned to it, pulling out small bottles of random herbs and plants he didn’t recognize. Four and Sky’s conversation about woodcarving and blacksmithing made for a nice background noise as he sorted the random items Midna had acquired over the course of the day.

Herbs, mushrooms, a few stray rupees, several seashells, a few neat rocks, all normal things Midna tended to snatch. The next thing he pulled out was neither normal nor pleasant. It was, in fact, a dirty sock.

Twilight made a face as he pulled it out, setting it aside. He took a deep breath (through his mouth, since the sock’s smell was none too pleasant) and prepared himself for whatever other nonsense Midna had shoved into his bag. There was absolutely no way she’d just pick up some random sock. There had to be more.

He was unfortunately right. The next thing he pulled out was a rather familiar red tunic. It took him a moment to place it, but as soon as he connected the dots his head swiveled over to where Midna sat by the fire. She grinned over at him with a sort of glee that told him all he needed to know.

Twilight’s eyes flicked over to his two companions, and once he was sure they weren’t paying attention to him, he narrowed his eyes at Midna. Chiding her for messing with people was much harder with his teammates around, but his glare said everything he couldn’t speak aloud. Her grin just widened in response.

Fine. If she wasn’t going to help, he’d just bring the clothes back to Legend himself. He set them aside, folding each article of clothing in a small stack. Just as he opened his mouth to ask the other two where the hero in question was, a few of his teammates entered the clearing.

Alongside them was a massive, ugly bird. That certainly gave him pause, and it caught the attention of Sky and Four.

“Um… Is this Wolfie 2?” Sky asked, a bit unsure of what exactly was going on. Twilight almost felt offended by the comparison.

Warriors just chuckled in response. “It’s Loft, actually. I don’t know how it happened, but Cryptid said the master sword would help.”

Sky’s first instinct was to reach for the blade strapped to his back, though he paused and instead reached for the sword resting just beside him. Wild’s own master sword was usually placed in Sky’s trust if he, for whatever reason, didn’t have it on his person.

Sky offered the hilt of the blade to Wild, who took it awkwardly in his beak. With a flash of light that Twilight had to shield his eyes from, the huge scruffy bird shifted into the chosen hero they’d all come to know.

Wild’s hair was a horrific mess. Strands clumped together as though trying to emulate feathers, and the colorful ribbons framing his face were hardly visible in the sorry excuse for a braid they were tied in. Twilight had to suppress a wince at the idea of taking his usual ponytail down. It resembled a rat’s nest more than it resembled hair, and Twilight was already reaching for his bag to find the detangler he kept in there for his horse. It worked great on Epona, so he was sure it would work well on Wild’s magically-induced mess of tangles.

“Hey, Soul.”

The sound of his nickname made him perk up, and he glanced over at Wild. “Yes?”

“Are those Cryptid’s clothes?” he asked, glancing down at the folded garments in Twilight’s lap. There was something in Wild’s tone that made him narrow his eyes.

“…Yes?” he answered, trying to figure out what exactly Wild was getting at.

Warriors laughed aloud at his response. “I can’t believe it! Soul was the one who stole the fish boy’s clothes!”

Twilight froze in place, eyes going wide as they focused on the minish currently laughing at his misfortune. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Midna had set it all up on purpose.

Legend would never let him hear the end of it.

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“What do you mean you don’t have a song for that!?”

Hyrule sputtered. “That’s a pretty specific request!” he defended, trying to convince himself that not having a specific song that could turn a bird into a Hylian wasn’t weird. It would probably be weirder if he did have one!

Wind seemed incredibly displeased with it. “But you have a song for everything!” he insisted. “You had a song specifically for flower allergies! Flowergies!”

Now probably wasn’t the best time to try and convince Wind that ‘flowergies’ was not a real word. “You have magical items for everything, why don’t you have an item to turn him back?” came Hyrule’s retort.

Wind was about to continue voicing his disagreement, paused, and then finally muttered, “touché.”

Hyrule wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but he assumed it meant he’d won this argument. “Maybe it’s some sort of mask?” he suggested, beginning to head back in the direction of camp. “If it’s a mask that turned him into a bird, I’m certain I can fix it.”

“Oh so you have a song that’ll stop a transformation mask from transforming people, but not a song that’ll fix Loft from being a bird?” Wind asked, still seeming to take it personally that Hyrule didn’t have a song for every possible situation. “Why do you even have a song like that?”

Hyrule sighed. “It was relevant on my adventure.”

Wind’s face scrunched up as it so often did when he got an answer he didn’t like. His expression shifted quickly to one of realization. “Hey, wait, if you used transformation masks, is that why your eyes are so-“

“We’re here!” Hyrule announced, jogging over to camp. Knowing a deflection when he saw one, Wind decided not to press him for any details.

He grinned as he saw Wild in his normal Hylian form. “Hey! You’re not a bird anymore!” he said, a grin coming to his face.

“Nope, you can thank Fi for that,” Wild replied, gently patting the sheath of his beloved master sword.

“What exactly happened?” Hyrule asked, sitting down next to Time and Sky.

Wild grinned and eagerly launched into a chaotic tale of the evening’s events, starting from when he’d picked up Legend’s strange shadowy pendant, to Time trying to fight him, then to the discovery that Twilight had apparently yoinked Legend’s clothes while he was bathing.

Wind laughed along with Wild’s storytelling, and when Twilight himself walked back into camp soaking wet from head to toe, he laughed twice as hard.

[p8rasite]

“ MAYBE THE NIGHT. ”

*   ──   ‘ 1.3k words : fluff / angst : jeon wonwoo x gn! reader : no warning : can be read as sequel to the eighth wonder of the world or standalone . ’  

the red light's taking longer than usual.

drumming your fingers upon the steering wheel, you watch the outside world through the windshield. there's not much to see: just a couple walking their dog, some pigeons flittering around a lamppost, a bespectacled male with his face buried in the collar of his jacket—

“wonwoo?” before you second guess your next move, the shotgun window's rolled down and you call, “jeon wonwoo!”

he stops, takes a few steps back, and turns to look at you. your name comes out as a surprised breath. “wow, it's been a while.”

“yeah, it really has..” almost a year. “where are you heading?”

“home, actually. i just popped out to the library and returned some books.”

“let me guess, trying to read all of the books in the sci-fi section again?”

“nearly, i'm taking on the young adult novels this time.”

“very nice,” you giggle. with your mind so caught up in seeing your ex again, you almost don't notice him digging his face further in his jacket. the sight doesn't surprise you; he was always the one who forgot to wear a scarf. “if you'd like, i can give you a ride home.”

“it's alright, i'm sure you have much more important things to do.”

“please, my schedule is free.”

it's a lie. you've been looking forward to watching all four seasons of legend of korra.. but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

without any excuse, wonwoo finally concedes. once he gets in and buckles in his seatbelt, he can't help himself from looking around. you're still using that cherry scented air freshener that only lasts a month, there are a few squishmallows resting in the backseat, and your cup holder is occupied by a mini powerbank.

nothing has changed.

perhaps the same applies to the car's owner.

the small huh that slips from your lips brings his attention back to you. as you shift gears and drive again, you think aloud, “the traffic light only turned green after you got in my car.”

“really?” his brows furrow slightly. “that's a little strange.”

you nod, confused yet relieved that you're moving again. right as you turn the corner, the urge to smack yourself rises steadily. “hold on, do you still live in the same apartment?”

“fortunately, yeah. it's a miracle that the landlady hasn't kicked us out yet.”

you snort at that, fully aware of how hyper his roommates can be. as endearing as soonyoung and mingyu are, they can be compared to kids that have been given too much sugar. meanwhile, wonwoo is the tired babysitter who does his best to make sure neither of them hurt themselves, especially mingyu.

“perhaps she has a soft spot for you three. it wouldn't be surprising, you did say she calls you her grandkids.”

he's taken aback. it's an insignificant detail, something he told you during one of his drowsy rambles, yet you remember. “you know, she still asks about you.”

your grip on the wheel loosens slightly. “huh, that's a surprise.”

“i guess she's fond of you too.”

what about you—it sounds too strong, you decide to not ask.

silence fits itself in between the two of you until the roundabout comes up on the horizon. a soft melody begins to play from the radio, one you strain to hear, until wonwoo turns the volume up. once you hear the lyrics, the reason why it sounds so familiar becomes clear: it's your favorite song.

when you glance at wonwoo, he merely shrugs his shoulders. “i remember you enjoyed singing along to this song. ‘said it made you feel like an actual singer who's performing for a stadium full of fans.” as he explains, the apples of his cheeks darken. assuming he's still cold, you increase the heating some more.

“true, but you're already freezing so i won't inflict more misery on you.” you joke, but he doesn't react with a chuckle, not even a smile.

a frown mars his face. “you might not be a professional, but i enjoy your impromptu performances.”

you bite your bottom lip, silently wishing he'll stop feeding your hope. but there's no fairy godmother who can grant it with one bibbidi bobbidi boo, so you have to figure it out on your own.

his apartment complex isn't hard to miss, its modern design makes sure of that. you park by the sidewalk, and he waits for you to unlock the doors, but you don't. instead, you face him properly to address the elephant in the vehicle.

“that night, why did you come pick me up?”

now that, that is definitely too strong. but for almost a year, you've been turning the reasons over in your head. it's time to put a full stop to it; to cut the line that shouldn't exist anymore.

as wonwoo faces you, he feels the need to tell the truth. that's just how it is; he almost never has the will in himself to lie to you. the only time he did was when you asked him if it’s okay that you two go on your separate ways. of course it wasn't—why else would he still have a folder on his phone full of your photographed moments—but the two of you had been so busy in your lives, he understood where you were coming from.

his breath condensates his glasses, yet his words are clear. 

“because i needed to make sure you got home safely. even if that meant leaving my friend's party early, i did it. had anything happened to you..” you reach out to hold his hands, lightly brushing his knuckles to soothe him. “..i would have asked you to give my heart back. because if i can't take care of you, then it's time i move on and let you be free of its weight.”

you swallow thickly. that reason had appeared in your mind, but you called it silly. now that your former lover himself is engraving it in history, several feelings and thoughts wash over you. the most potent of them all elicits you to lean over, only to be restricted by your seatbelt.

wonwoo chuckles when he hears you mutter ‘fuck seatbelts’ once more, followed by the click. it's like deja vu, the way you cup his face in your hands like you're holding the eighth wonder of the world. a little more confident than your past self, you ask him, “would it be bad if i asked if we can try again?”

the corners of his lips quirk as he answers, “i'm not sure, would it be worse if i said i'd like that?”

your hands fall slightly, arms weaving around his shoulders for a hug. the stick shift slightly digs into your side, yet you're far too happy to care. he removes his own seatbelt to reciprocate the gesture, face buried in the crook of your neck. perhaps this is the moment, the one he wants to be engraved within forever.

almost nothing could ruin it—

“you owe me, kwan!” hoshi's voice reverbates through the once quiet street, accompanied by seungkwan's complaints through the speaker of the former's phone. if you cancel out the pair's banter, you can hear the other guys celebrating. mingyu is quieter, yet just as ecstatic as his noisy roommate is. the big grin and thumbs up he gives the two of you makes that obvious.

wonwoo digs his face further, too embarrassed to witness the chaos personified that is his best friends. you try to soothe him again by rubbing his back, laughing as you do so. it doesn't matter if they witnessed one of the most important moments in your life, their reactions only made it better.

you look forward to seeing how they react once you make it official again.

*   ──   ‘ all rights reserved © p8rasite . ’  

[downatfraggleblog]

Riley’s Fraggle Rock Reviews!

Season One, Episode One- Beginnings

Beginnings are always hard, aren’t they? Even if you have a vision for what you want your project to be, it can be hard to get to that point from nothing. You have to start *somewhere*, while making sure everything makes sense for your audience and keeping them entertained and promising that “This will be great! Really!!”

...Admittedly, this is more for me than for Jim, Jerry, and the incredible team of performers, puppet builders, crew members, songwriters, and gorg wranglers who worked their baloobiuses off to get Fraggle Rock made (because *surely* the work of one woman typing reviews about a decades old show is harder than actually making the show was). I’m not sure how to start things here myself, so I feel a little better seeing the crew of Fraggle Rock is in the same spot that I am on this one... more or less.

So! Without further ado, I want to welcome you to the review series! (If you’re looking for more information on the series, check the ‘about’ page.) If for some reason anybody reading this does not know anything about Fraggle Rock, I will be highlighting the names of all the major characters and groups in this episode. There are a lot of elements at play here, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Now, I know what you’re here for- let’s start the episode! How does Beginnings begin?

We begin with a dark workshop. *The* workshop, actually, as we see old handyman Doc and his loyal dog Sprocket begin settling into this old, dusty room. I always assumed the workshop was the front room of the house, as we often see Doc bringing in groceries and talking to neighbors, but he explicitly says he is converting an “unused room” into his workshop. Did they always live here? My personal theory is that Doc inherited the house from an old friend or relative, who simply used some other entrance to the house, as I simply can’t believe Doc just had a whole room lying around for who knows how long. He doesn’t strike me as a man to make waste of a whole room like that. Besides, I find more whimsy in him settling in here just as things begin stirring in the world just below his feet.

Speaking of which, just about five feet down and ten feet to the viewer’s right is fraggle explorer Matt, who is lamenting the end of his journeys charting out the caves of Fraggle Rock.

(I can see where Gobo gets his sense of style from!)

His wish for more adventure is quickly granted when a magical force (Doc) penetrates the cave wall (moves a box out of the way), opening a portal to the mythic “Outer Space,” a legend to fragglekind. The exposition from Doc in this scene is kind of flat, but I quite enjoy Matt’s antics here. He quickly rushes home to prepare for this new adventure.

Here we meet Matt’s nephew Gobo, who suffers from protagonist syndrome but has a healthy dose of eccentricity to balance the mixture. Matt trusts Gobo with his papers as he begins to pack (along with one of my favorite bits of physical humor in the episode).

“I am leaving my books and maps with you for safe keeping!” he says as they thud on the cave floor. (Look at his arms— he’s rod handed. I wonder how many takes it took to get this shot perfect…)

Gobo pages his uncle’s (presumably now damaged) tomes and here comes our first song of the series, “Hip Hip Hooray!” Despite the name, I’m not quite fond of this sequence. I feel like it’s mostly here to showcase some of the new puppetry tricks still being toyed with for the series, but we will see just about all these tricks honed much better in later episodes (swimming fraggles, waldos, fraggles “balancing” things on their nose). Admittedly, I am quite a fan of the one fraggle just before the song balancing on one foot atop another’s head, but I’ll let you find that one for yourself ;) Otherwise, the song is boring and so is the staging. Anyways, let’s meet some more fraggles!

(I find it adorable that Wembley comes out following Boober in their very first shot onscreen together. Just something I appreciate!) 

Enter gloomy Boober, silly Wembley, and daredevil Red. After an endearing slapstick sequence, the trio all find themselves tripping over one another in Gobo’s room. This scene doesn’t really forward the plot in any way besides establishing these three as characters, and I honestly don’t mind too much.

After the brief visit from his friends, Gobo sees his uncle off on his newest adventure in what is probably my favorite sequence of the episode, and our second musical number, “Follow Me”. Not only am I getting a wave of nostalgic pathos, but the interactions between uncle and nephew are very charming to watch. Gobo’s interactions with Matt in this song and the sequence that shortly follows are endearing because of how natural they feel. There’s genuine chemistry between these performers, having worked together on the Muppet Show and first few Muppet Movies, but beyond that the relationship between Matt and Gobo feels like a real family. They are by no means perfect, but there is clearly a lot of love for one another. It’s a shame that a lot of relationships highlighted in Season One fall to the wayside as the writers figure out their footing.

Matt tasks Gobo with receiving messages he will send back home as he explores Outer Space, and while Gobo says he could never, his uncle doesn’t quite hear that last part. Gobo, feeling a sense of obligation to his elder, sees no way out of it, and wishes Matt goodbye. “Think of me as Uncle Travelin’ Matt,” he replies, and a music cue tells the audience (and, seemingly, the fraggles onscreen) that this name will be important. With that, he’s gone out the door, and Doc is none the wiser. Sprocket, on the other hand, is freaking out at the discovery of these strange little creatures coming out of the mysterious hole in the wall. 

We catch up with Gobo a little later, when the nurturing and dreamy Mokey asks him why he’s been so down. Gobo doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings, which Mokey interprets as needing space to process things. Gobo announces to nobody in particular that no, he needs *help*, and Wembley (unaware of his friends anguish?) eagerly calls Gobo to look at a musical construction made by the diminutive, formic Doozers. We get an instrumental sequence here as Doozers build a new bridge with tiny construction tools. (Sequences like these are quite common in the earliest episodes of Fraggle Rock, and while they often can be fun, they can really stop an episode in its tracks...)

By the time Wembley finishes his song, the Doozers have trapped him in with the new bridge they just assembled, as Gobo glumly comments. “It’s a good thing I’m hungry,” Wembley proclaims, as he begins devouring the highway before him.

(If you’re new here, no this isn’t just a Wembley thing. All fraggles do it.)

Wembley asks Gobo what’s wrong, and Gobo again cannot elaborate, so he heads out to go get some wisdom from Marjory the Trash Heap (Again, if you’re new here, she’s their oracle. And yes, she is a talking pile of compost.)

In order to get to her, however, he must cross the Gorg’s Garden, guarded by the titanic Junior Gorg. His blundering mammoth size proves no match for a fraggles’ speed, however, and he misses Gobo as the latter makes his way to the oracle in question.

Her heralds (sons?), the murine Philo and Gunge announce her presence and the pile of compost awakens. She declares that Gobo has “Troubles,” and breaks into the highest energy segment of the episode, our last new song, “I Seen Troubles”. I adore this sequence, especially with how much fun everybody seems to be having and how high energy it is. It’s a spectacular contrast to the rest of the episode, in the best possible way. 

Gobo explains that he doesn’t know how to do what he promised his uncle, and that he feels alone and scared of the terrible monster (Sprocket) that he will have to contend with. “Alone? Then don’t be alone!” Bring some friends, Marjory says, friends help. Philo and Gunge declare that to be all, and Gobo goes back to recruit his friends to tag along and help him out. Boober finds the request terrifying, and Red doesn’t believe a word of it, but the group agrees to go.

The sequence where they enter the tunnel to Outer Space has great scoring, and establishes a few running jokes, such as Wembley here bumping his head on a pipe. Everybody is subsequently stopped by a ‘Hideous, Round Thing’ (a red ball Sprocket lost down the hole) blocking up the doorway to Doc’s Workshop.

I hope this wasn’t bothering any of you before, but I just can’t help but be irritated by the fact the Hideous Round Thing is floating about six inches off the ground. Come on! Couldn’t they just have one of the Fraggle Five bend offscreen and pick it up? Couldn’t be bothered to do that?

Regardless, Gobo bravely ventures out of the Fraggle Hole and into Outer Space, past a sleeping Sprocket, only to find his uncle’s message when Doc comes in with the mail, various magazines and… a postcard for one Gobo Fraggle? Doc puts the errand card in the trash (...instead of checking with his neighbors? Perhaps more proof Doc just moved in.) and Gobo makes for the safety of Fraggle Rock. Only problem is the commotion woke up Sprocket, who now has Gobo by the collar of his cardigan, and everybody is freaking out. Mokey finally decides to throw the Hideous Round Thing at the monster to get it to let Gobo go.

This of course works, as dogs love their balls, and Gobo zips back into the tunnel with a “whoosh” sound- another running gag in the making. Red apologizes for not believing Gobo, and they head back home, singing a reprise of Hip Hip Hooray. That night, Gobo reads the message proclaiming his uncle is okay, and finally the young fraggle can rest easily.

(In actuality, Matt almost got hit by a car, ran into a fire hydrant, and mistook a bunch of children playing baseball for horrible warriors. He simply thought Gobo would find Outer Space too preposterous to put all that in his letter back home.)

We end the episode back on Doc and Sprocket, who have just finished setting up shop (literally). Sprocket barks down the hole at his new ‘friends’, and Doc declares that one of these days he’ll get around to boarding up that revolting crack in the wood paneling.

Final Rating- 6/10

Song Score- 3.5 radishes out of five “I Seen Troubles” and “Follow Me” are both spectacular songs, and I like them both in very opposite directions. I Seen Troubles provides a great energy boost to an otherwise meandering episode, and the fun everybody had during it is infectious. Follow Me is a wonderful lullaby for the soul, and one of the series’ classics for a reason (Oh yea, it’s coming back!). “Hip Hip Hooray,” however, brings the score down for its mediocrity, both times it comes about. It’s not horrible, but it’s weak as cardboard.

Story Score- 3 radishes out of five I admire the determination of the writing crew, getting every main character and group on screen with ample time to shine. However, the episode feels both very busy and very hollow at the same time, and the actual plot of the episode is kind of short compared to all the little side bits we run into (Gobo’s friends visiting his room, Wembley playing his song on the Doozer construction, etc.). None of these little bits really push the episode forwards either, but I do think all of this can be forgiven by a writing team that is still figuring themselves out.

Performance Score- 3.5 radishes out of 5 Everybody seems to be having fun! The quick establishing moments of Mokey, Wembley, Boober, and Red all do a good job giving the audience a nice feel for each character, and the physical comedy in this episode is very good, better than I remembered. The puppetry stunts are mostly standard for the series going forward, with many of them improving greatly beyond this episode, but there are a few novel ones as well, such as Matt dropping his books. Score is also a little low for this episode due to it being in what I like to call the “Glum Gobo” era, before Jerry really figured out the light inside Gobo’s character. Don’t worry, it’ll come with time.

That was Beginnings! It’s not perfect, but that doesn’t surprise me. The show is still getting its footing. This is by no means an episode I’d skip in future watchathons, but it’s not one I’ll go out of my way to see when I’m thinking about the Rock. Part of me fears I rated it so middle of the road because I don’t have much to review it on other than memories of other episodes, but I think it is still a fair rating. I apologize if this one was a little wordy too, there was a lot to cover! Next episode up to bat is “Wembley and the Gorgs”. I’ll see you there!

[blubrryy]

Hello All!!

My name is Bloo //She/Her//. I am 19, and I have been roleplaying for at least five or six years now! I started out on amino as a kid and then grew away of it (thankfully), so after a long break, I am looking for a new place to rp with people in my age range! would say I am a literate to Novella writer, but I do match my partner’s writing length. My rules and preferences will be included below!

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Preferences:

I will only be roleplaying with people 18+, obviously. If your age is not included in your bio I will not respond.

I am in the EST timezone, so keep that in mind in case our times conflict!

I would prefer a partner who enjoys playing colder, or more dark characters! Even if the plot doesn’t call for any romance. I just really enjoy playing softer characters (not “crybabies”, but less intense) and I like the contrasting personalities!

Pls be semi-lit to novella! Really anything in the middle of that range is perfect.

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I rp in and out of fandoms! But I don’t like to rp canon characters or doubling up.

I LOVE brainstorming plots and events in an rp! So an ooc is essential for me.

Ocs:

Ahlia(wip)

Atani(wip)

Fandoms:

The Last of us, Avatar(Blue People), Avatar(Bald kid), The Legend of Korra, Arcane, Spiderverse, Castlevania(Netflix Series), Any Rick Riordan Series lmao (“Heroes of Olympus” being a favorite)

Genres/Tropes:

Found family, Enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, survival together, fantasy, sci-fi, slice of life

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For pairings I mainly do MxF! But I have also done FxF! all my ocs are Pan so any pairing works really. I would just like to be the F in each.

Here is a short drabble about my favorite oc for you to get a feel of my rp style!

Ahlia is quiet, peaceful, and relatively easy-going. She’s very sympathetic and cares about others, yet tries to hide or reserve her own emotions, seeking instead to influence others through gentleness and cooperation. She is good at resolving conflicts and problems by way of making sensible compromises but, on the other hand, she may also be too self-sacrificing or unambitious in the name of avoiding conflict. Ahlia rarely becomes angered or annoyed with people, but it most often shows itself in silent treatments, sudden outbursts, and complaints under her breath.

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Rules:

❥I am Lit to Advanced Lit. But I do tend to mirror whoever I am rping with. So pls try to stay within the Lit/Adv range. I do reach the see all mark somewhat often, multiple posts if its warranted, but half posts are fine too! Especially if there isn’t much to write about lmao. I hate when people fill in reply space with unnecessary things just to get to the “see all”.

❥I dont rush for replies, so pls dont do the same. But if you will be very late for a reply for whatever reason, heads up would be nice. Even just saying you forgot or weren’t feeling it at the moment is alright, because it happens to me a lot.

❥Please pm me for rp requests if you are sure you will have the time. I get into so many good rps with people only for them to ghost me without an explanation. If you are unresponsive for more than two weeks without some sort of explanation or heads up I’ll probably leave.

❥I do enjoy some 🕊️ topics! But I also have limits. Topics like racism, homophobia, and excessive gore are not really something I am into. Though things like SA are alright for me as long as there is none of it actually taking place in the present of the rp. (Ofc I understand with the fandoms I am a part of (especially TLOU), the topic can be brought up and posed as a realistic threat). This goes for romantic and platonic plots.

❥I am not really fond of nsfw. Just makes me a bit uncomfortable to write. But I am open to fade to blacks after a certain point.

❥I am BLACK. PUHLEASE don’t message me with weird race kink shit or assume I’m white and starting being the most racist person alive omg I didn’t realize so many people were like that here😭

I hope we can create something fun together! Just comment or message me if interested!

[thegreyscalerainbow]

Slash Ships Get to Know Me

Thank you for tagging me @animeangelriku​

Rules: Name at least five (but no upper limit) slash (M/M) ships you love. Each from a different fandom.

1. Puzzleshipping (YuGiOh!)- To anyone outside the fandom, it may not make sense, and when I was originally in the Yugioh fandom circa 2006 it didn't make sense to me either. It confused the hell out of me because I was a baby ace ignorant of anything other than what media spoonfed me. But I did value their relationship deeply and knew they did love each other to come capacity. It wasn't until I finally got to watch the subtitled version as an adult that it clicked. It's so very special to me because even though I had preferred the platonic version of it as a kid, it's still incredibly nostalgic for me and it came back into my life at a time when I needed it 

1. Ozbert (Pandora Hearts) - Controversial, I know, (It used to be the most popular ship in the fandom) and I have not engaged with this ship in some years since it got in the line of sight for a lot of antis. I actually left a Pandora Hearts discord server over the harassment I saw. But again, I am asexual and aromatic, and this relationship was the first slash ship I got heavily into when I was a teenager. It's got tons of nuance and angst, and as someone who has read a lot of period fiction and is very aware of what was socially acceptable at the time, I view this completely differently from a modern-day setting. My enjoyment of this ship has morphed and is actually not romantic now, but it's on this list for leaving an impact on me. For those who balk at the idea that Oz is 15 and Gilbert is 24 for the main story arc, keep in mind that due to plot reasons, this is a very specific scenario, with supernatural elements and actual time travel involved. In the beginning, Gil is 14 and Oz is 15. So this is someone who had a childhood crush, clung to that love for ten years, but now his crush is back and hasn't aged a day. For me, it's exploring the complexity of that, and it's tragic. Gilbert is such a wonderful character, and any way you look at his feelings, you just know that even if it's not romantic, he and Oz are family.

3. VaNoe (The Case Study of Vanitas) - Same author as Pandora Hearts, and I just know she is going to hurt me again. And I will thank her. We have a reversal of the usual dynamic seen with vampire series. This time, it's the sweet naiive cinnamon roll Vampire, and edgy dark Human with a mysterious past and a broken moral compass. They are foils for each other and have so much chemistry it just works so well! At first, Noe does not like Vanitas at all and wants nothing to do with him, this draws Vanitas to him because he enjoys bothering people who catch his fancy and hate him. Then while his affections are on another, Noe learns more about him and he becomes very attached to Vanitas. Realizing now he has actually made emotional connections, it's clear that Vanitas is now afraid and is pushing them away. There's a push and pull here, and I'm both apprehensive and excited to see where their journey takes them. Even though we know it's going to end badly, based on the first chapter. I'm here for how much Noe has learned about his strange partner, to the point of figuring out a way to speak Vanitas' love language. Also, they both have no flipping clue what Love is, and the entire scene that unfolds during is gold. Vanitas is the kind of character who has never been treated gently by anyone, so I enjoy seeing depictions of him getting that from Noe, because it catches him completely off guard.

4. SidLink (Legend of Zelda) - This one is casual, because I actually have not played Breath of the Wild (I fully intend to though!!) but fandom content of this ship sucked me in. I found one fanfiction that was so incredibly sweet, and fell down a rabbit hole with that writer’s works and have fond memories of reading it. I will definitely have the ship goggles on once I play, I adore Sidon as a character, and I don’t know, giant peppy shark man and tiny human...what is there not to love? 

5. SoRiku (Kingdom Hearts) - Another more recent ship, as I was not in the Kingdom Hearts fandom in its heyday. I did not have access to the games, but saw plenty of fandom content of it and honestly, it was always a place of nostalgia even before I watched the Let’s Plays that were online. I’m so glad I did, and many others who adore this ship have laid out all the reasons why better than I could. I just haven’t explored it for myself outside of canon as much as I would like to, but I love it for the same reasons I love the other ships on this list. I guess that says a lot about me because all of these ships but ONE are riddled with Angst. What can I say...I like my Hurt/Comfort fics. I also enjoy seeing them in AUs where they get to live in better timelines. It’s a sort of Catharsis. Now, since the games are still going, where their relationship ends up in canon remains to be seen. I hope it ends well! 

And because I like to go ne step further:

6. Natsume x Tanuma (Natsume Yuujin Chou) - It’s so stinking sweet and I’m so soft for it! This series is actually my favorite, and I have revisited so many times for the atmosphere and combination of supernatural horror and slice of life. Natsume lives between worlds, he did not make connections with people because he faced ridicule and was unwanted (he scared people) and he hated Yokai because they interfered with his daily life to the point he did not fit in with humans. He could not share what he saw and suffered. As the series goes on he is able to make connections with both human and Yokai and one of the first people he opened up to about seeing them was Tanuma. Tanuma has some level of spiritual power that allows him to see phantom shadows, so his awareness of Yokai is such that he immediately accepts Natsume and wants to help him. He’s pushing through that wall Natsume has spent most of his life building. Even though he can’t see them and may put himself in danger, he wants to be there for his friend. They share secret knowing glances and smiles, and gradually Natsume is more and more accepting of his help, and opening up to him. Such as being able to admit he can’t see the fireworks at the festival because a giant yokai is in the way, and Tanuma smiles and offers to find a new viewing spot. This series is in a Shojo magazine and the manga-ka chose to make her protagonist male so that she wouldn’t be forced to write a romance. As a result, the girls he interacts with are friendly, but definitely don’t have a lot of romantic potential. Natsume is still way closer to Tanuma than anyone else, even with Taki hanging around. I feel like he and Taki have a friendship, but it ends there as she had never suffered the hardship the boys have. She’s just more likely to team up with Tanuma as a Protection Squad to intervene in the dangers Natsume faces.

[ashthehermit]

Legends of Tomorrow: A Retrospective 1.1

A while back I received the devastating news that Legends of Tomorrow had been cancelled. This was more affecting than the entire glut of bad news from 2016 to 2022 combined (jokes, ofc). But in any case - I was saddened to hear it. I had started watching the show when it began and was pretty dedicated to it. I've heard a lot of people mock this show, and I suppose I see why.  It isn't a show made from nuance. It was a show bred from nonsense.

I initially began watching, as I suspect everyone did, because I was a fan of the CW's Flash at the time. I didn't particularly watch Arrow, but had my brother inform me of big plot developments. I watched maybe two and a half seasons of the Flash before I fell back on the same tactic. I consumed Supergirl exclusively through misleading Tumblr gifs. I was sort of a dedicated and laid back fan all at once. It was the time when shared universes were all the rage. I mean - they still sort of are, but the novelty has very much worn off for me. I now recognise how annoying it is to have to watch three to five seasons of television just to understand the crossover.

The idea of a crossover was the premise of legends of tomorrow. It was a capitalistic dream. There were merchandising opportunities. The more people liked the shared universe, the more shows could be added to it. Arrow began, being a sort of Batman Begins, low-budget reboot of the Green Arrow, a member of the DC canon that no one particularly cared for. Kevin Feige was winning (and let's be real, still is) with the MCU, but was struggling with Marvel's television properties. It was the CW's time to shine. After one successful crossover in the first season of the Flash, the second run provided a prime opportunity to launch their new idea.

The two-part Legends of Yesterday/Legends of Today introduced the mythology of Hawkgirl and Hawkman, setting up the main story of Legends of Tomorrow. It wasn't based on a particular comic run, as most superhero properties still are, but on a variety of fan favourite characters who had run their gamut on their original shows. These included Martin Stein and Jefferson 'Jax' Jackson, aka. Firestorm; Ray Palmer aka. the Atom; Mick Rory aka. Heatwave; Leonard Snart aka. Captain Cold; Kendra Saunders aka. Hawkgirl; Carter Hall aka. Hawkman; and Sara Lance aka. White Canary. They were recruited - strange lot that they were - by time traveller Rip Hunter to save the timeline (and secretly save his family). The appeal of the show rested on knowing and liking these characters already, which did require knowing a certain amount about the shows they originated in. I had a particular interest because of the involvement of Arthur Darvill (as Rip) because of a long time love of Doctor Who. This was a parallel legends was clearly trying to evoke, as its premise is not dissimilar to the antics of a particular time lord. I'm happy to be corrected on this one - but I suspect that Rip was not English in his original depiction. The Doctor Who angle seems to have been played up.  The time vortex is a green version of the one from the Doctor Who titles.  The Waverider is the Tardis but bigger on the outside.

For reasons that I cannot explain even to myself, I have decided to return to the original series of Legends of Tomorrow and do a watch through.  Perhaps it's because Doctor Who isn't on at the minute.  Perhaps because I just found the entire first season recorded on my TV box.  There's no rhyme nor reason - but anyway -

PILOT PART ONE

I don't have fond memories of season one. It seemed to me to be a version of Doctor Who lacking in whimsy, specificity, and charm. The Time Masters (the villains of the piece) seem to be watered down versions of the Time Lords, with more of a Starfleet-esque appearance. The initial tone is fairly negative. The first scene is amibitiously captioned 'the second blitz' and shows an evil dictator killing a child in cold blood. So far, so miserable.

What follows is a set of re-introductions to our team, with attempts to prove their heroism, or lack thereof. Sarah saves a girl in a bar. Firestorm are on some generic hero mission but argue the entire time. The same is true for the hawk couple. Oliver Queen makes an unnecessary appearance. Putting the pieces of this together, if you didn't know these people already, must be exhausting. There lies the problem with the show. Its popularity can only ever be limited. It's a spin off that in the beginning, seems unable to grow its own legs. Mysteriously, it will. It will still be weird though.

'Rip Hunter, I'm from East London, and the future'.

From this episode, you would be forgiven for thinking that Rip Hunter is the main character of the show. It doesn't do much to create character arcs for the team initially. We can guess that their main arc is to become a team, but individually, who are they? The hawk couple argue all the time, but there isn't a lot of reason for them to be together. A lot of their dialogue is spent towards explaining how they have a series of past lives where they have fallen in love and died multiple times. Ray wants to save the world again after all the world assumed him dead. Sara died too. It does seem like a lot of people devoid of purpose just going along with the plan. It mirrors the behind the scenes intentions. These are characters who are beloved by the fans, but the writers have no actual stories for them set in their own worlds.

The set is also - well - odd. To me it looked like it was the set of a boyband music video from the 2000s, though I can't name a particular video to justify this assertion. There were plasticky elements. The Waverider - the timeship and main set of the show - was filled with empty spaces. The bridge was wide, with a lot of big spaces perhaps meant for fight scenes. It had a brig that was grim and glassy. The bedrooms looked like the cabins aboard a Caledonia sleeper train. The part with the most character is what will later be referred to as the 'parlour', Rip's leather armchair, wood paneled study. Barring Rip, everyone's day clothes are pretty standard. Everyone wears dark colours, usually without patterns, with the exception of Snart's fun coats. So much of this show looks like it hasn't quite decided what it wants to be. It's got too much in common with other properties to be memorable in its own right. The combination of the old world parlour and the shiny metal timeship puts me in mind of the twelfth doctor's Tardis, which decorated its industrial kitchen like interior with old fashioned bookcases.

'This mission doesn't require your particular skillset.' 'Meaning you don't need anyone killed, maimed, or robbed?'

Anyway, the gang get going to 1975 and Rip immediately decides to leave the villains behind on the ship. Early legends made this real distinction between who was good and who was bad, that it thankfully grew out of. The first villain of the show was called Vandal Savage, after all, it is a bit obvious.

The good guys find the plot character of the moment, Dr Aldous Boardman, so he can deliver them more exposition. He tells them all about the Egyptian people Kendra and Carter were in another life. Having seen Marvel's Moon Knight, this particular mix of the modern and ancient Egyptian is clumsy in comparison. Worse than clumsy. Dull. Even the reveal that Dr Boardman is Kendra and Carter's son doesn't move me to believing that they should be together. To my eyes they're an unconvincing couple. Savage is an unconvincing villain too, as he just appears to be evil incarnate, with no further details.

The bad guys go to a bar where they immediately get into a fight. Sara is openly bisexual in the 70s, which is bold of her, true. I did always feel that their depictions of Sara in the early seasons were clumsy in this regard, similar to how the show was pulling off everything else.

I'll have more thoughts on this later, but for now I just saw the hawk super outfits again, and I was reminded of how terrible they were. Absolutely dire.

'Would you people please stop hitting me?' - spoken like a true Brit.

The through line of this episode is a little hard to follow, even for all the cliches that it uses. The whole thing is focused on exposition on the whole Kendra/Carter/Savage scenario, which is a little too large and unwieldy to exist alongside all these other stories. It's the sort of story that needs to be part of a Moon Knight-esque miniseries, rather than among all these other, more familiar stories. As a result, it's unconvincing. We don't get a lot of information about who Kendra is, apart from being a former barista, and becoming dedicated to Dr Boardman within two minutes of knowing him. We learn even less about Carter, but in that regard there's no need to get attached.

The reveal that Rip has been expelled from the time masters is not given the dramatic weight it perhaps deserves, but cements my theory that Rip is the main character of this story. He is the most active character in this scenario. Everyone else goes along with the ordeal rather passively, even though superficially they want to come along. Rip chooses the mission, the location, the order of things. Some of the characters don't even do more than go to a bar and get into a fight. Rip has more motivation than everyone else. Savage killed his family. Huzzah! He wants them back. Everyone else now has to choose whether to remain and save Rip's family, though at this point none of them have formed meaningful relationships with Rip. They're going to stay on board anyway, but we won't get much of a reason. It has all the energy of a Dungeons and Dragons party forming in a tavern only because they are piloted by rats inside their hats that know where the plot is going. Sure, they stay on because they want adventure, or redemption, or just to steal a bunch of stuff, but these are particularly abstract. We don't have enough on these characters yet to be invested. Stein says he wants adventure, but we are never shown this, only told. Ray worries that he's insignificant, but instead of this fear appearing in an action scene, it just comes up when a story needs to be pushed. There is just more fighting than there is showing character traits.

But - the worst sin of all - it's too sincere. The show looks silly. Remember the hawk suits? Sara's White Canary suit is just as bad. Ray's atom suit has a weird rubber neck. There is dramatic music under everything. They're talking about the ability to change their fates and free will. But the whole thing looks silly. Rip is dressed like a cowboy. This show should have more jokes in it than it does. Not every piece of media needs to have a quippy, self-mocking style. The Lord of the Rings has value because of how sincere it is, never making fun of the trials of its characters. But for the legends, apparently people from normal, human Earth, it might do for one of them to look around and go 'hey? This is weird, right?'. After all, that was most of the purpose of Arthur Darvill's character on Doctor Who. Amy and the Doctor would do something unhinged and Rory would react like any normal person and go, 'what the hell!'.

On to part two.

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Rating Rand/Forsaken Ships

A Completely Impartial and Unbiased Guide

Rand/Aginor

Troubling! Very troubling. Don’t like that. However, I suppose it does have the homoerotic potential of Aginor being the first Forsaken Rand kills...? So there’s that, I suppose.

Rating: 1/10 for a pity point

Rand/Aran’gar

Aran’gar was a bad idea and I prefer to think about her as little as possible, so I’m just gonna slide right on by here and not linger.

Rating: no thanks/10

Rand/Asmodean

The original! I mean, sort of. I’m pretty sure if I did a count of Rand/Forsaken pairings this would be the most popular, which, makes sense. We Were Robbed by only having glimpses of the Rand and Asmodean relationship for one book.

While it doesn’t have quite the spicy rivals-to-enemies-to-enemies-but-fucking-maybe energy as some of the other ones on this list, it’s popular for a reason and has the benefit of canon plausibility since they’re in the same place at the same time for a somewhat extended period, sharing a tent and everything.

Rating:  10/10, point docked because there’s less personal millennia old baggage, which I like in a Rand/Forsaken pairing personally; point added again for this one actually being more about Rand than Lews Therin Telamon

Rand/Be’lal

I feel like I didn’t get to know Be’lal very well before he was summarily annihilated by Moiraine shortly after we first saw him in the flesh. He’s one of the “jealous of Lews Therin” crowd, but not as much of a stand out as the other two I think of in that category. Gets some sexy points for being a schemer but ultimately his rapid obliteration means that this pairing never gets off the ground.

Rating:  2/10

Rand/Balthamel

I’ve got nothing.

Rating:  0/10

Rand/Demandred

I feel like Rand/Demandred has really strong “you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” vibes. I mean, mostly it’s transferred directly from Lews Therin Telamon to Rand by way of reincarnation but that kind of just makes it funnier. “You want to fuck a guy who’s been dead for a few thousand years so bad it makes you look stupid.”

On the other hand, that’s the stuff of legends, right there. Prime shipping material. And we know Rand specifically finds evil men sexy, so there’s that.

Promising, but almost too obvious.

Rating: 8/10

Rand/Graendal 

Had not considered this before but there’s so much good awful therapist “I could make him worse” potential here that shouldn’t be overlooked, so I’m reconsidering some of my previous thoughts. The mindfuckery you could get here! The psychological, Hannibal-esque experience! Exquisite.

Rating: 7/10

Rand/Ishamael

Fellas is it gay--

No but seriously!! Demandred wishes he could be on this level. As I said in the tags of that post: age spanning eternal enmity is very gay and truly Ishamael is doing the most where it’s not just “I am envious of this one specific man” and more “we are souls eternally destined to battle each other until the universe ceases to exist” which is absolutely ~peak romance.~

Rating: 9/10, point only deducted because Rand spends the duration of their acquaintance believing he’s the actual Dark One

Rand/Lanfear

I mean...look, it’s okay? But it doesn’t thrill me, or anything. It’s pretty much your bog standard “jealous evil woman ‘if I can’t have him no one will’” set up and that’s just not that interesting to me! Her sexiest moment is for sure when she’s torturing Rand immediately prior to Moiraine football-tackling her into an alternate universe, though, so I feel like she gets some points for that.

I feel like someone probably could make this one interesting to me if they tried, though, so I’ll give it a little bit of credit.

Rating:  6/10 for the torture and also canonicity, I guess

Rand/M’Hael 

Again feel like this one has the energy Demandred wishes he had but didn’t get because he wasn’t on page, probably at least partly because Taimandred (though I personally am sort of fond of Taim as his own character). And this dynamic? Spicy. Particularly where it comes during Rand’s gradual descent into peak human disaster territory.

Personally I’m probably more of a Taim/Logain kind of gal but there’s plenty of opportunities here for excellent hatefucking, and the advantage of regular proximity.

Rating: 9/10

Rand/Mesaana

I actually forgot about Mesaana completely when I was first writing this post, which I feel kind of bad about, but also, I mean - Mesaana, we barely knew ye. She spent all her time fucking around in the White Tower, so we don’t get a lot of interaction there. I think if I were to have a main character pairing with Mesaana it would be Egwene/Mesaana, which I thought about just now and I feel has potential.

Maybe it’s just that I get gay vibes off Mesaana and can’t conceptualize her being interested in a man. She’s def not Rand’s type.

Rating: 0/10

Rand/Moghedien 

Moghedien is too busy obsessing over Nynaeve and then living her kinky master/slave fantasies to have time for the Dragon Reborn. Honestly have to agree that if Nynaeve was the Dragon like the show was teasing for a minute there she would fight Lanfear for her.

Rating:  0/10

Rand/Moridin

Recognize I may be biased here but this potentially has even more potential than Rand/Ishamael given that this is the same obsession-fueled tied-together-by-fate relationship but with less of the “driven insane by millennia of semi-confinement” tripping up the latter. 

Look, as I said above, being convinced that you’re trapped in a spiral leading to the inevitable destruction of everything is the ideal foundation for a relationship. You can’t tell me I’m wrong.

Also I guess the inherent homoeroticism of swapping bodies with your sworn enemy, or something like that.

Rating:  10/10

Rand/Osan’gar

You know, funnily enough I feel like this actually has a certain amount of potential, given the amount of time he spends around Rand, and dedicating a fair amount of energy to keeping him alive, too. Osan’gar isn’t interesting enough for me to be really sold on it, but there’s potential, anyway, so I’ll give it some points for that.

Rating:  2/10

Rand/Rahvin 

Rahvin is too heterosexual for this and I mean that in the worst way possible.

Rating:  0/10

Rand/Sammael 

This has some of the same appeal as Rand/Demandred but strikes me as a lot funnier for some reason, maybe because I have a hard time taking Sammael very seriously. I think it’s the feeling I get that while Demandred and Lews Therin had some kind of a relationship Sammael’s enmity was sort of one-sided. You know, one of those things where there’s a deep and intense rivalry that only one party knows about.

On the other hand the number of direct murder attempts is a pretty solid argument in favor here. And there is something to be said for “I ship it because it’s kind of hilarious.”

Rating:  6/10

Rand/Semirhage

You know, I love Semirhage deeply for some fucking reason and it seems like there should be potential here given what she does to Rand (several squares on the Forsaken Kink Bingo Board), but I think my problem is that Semirhage in my head is just too much of a lesbian to be into it.

Yes, that is problematic; I stand by it.

Rating:  3/10, because the kink bingo shit does deserve some credit

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Percy Jackson Fic Recs

 who even cares about reputation? by rubiesanddiamonds

She decides she really likes his laugh. And his voice. And his general aura. A lot. 

*punk!percy and girly!annabeth*

what’s a god to a nonbeliever? by Almas

It’s not that he’s “hung up on The Menace” as Dionysus so delicately put it. It’s just that it’s a bad idea. Awful, really. Percy Jackson’s got off-limits stamped across his pretty little forehead. If Zeus had sent Dionysus to that demigod camp over a nymph, then Poseidon would certainly toss him into Tartarus if he went near his son. 

*on hiatus*

To Make a Legend by WardofWinters (QoLife)

Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show.Problem is, he succeeds. Now he has to figure out how to waterbend, and keep the normal people from finding out they have a waterbender in their midst.Finding out he's actually a child of Poseidon will probably explain a few things. (Used to be named Avatar: The Legend of Percy)

*Is a series, should have at least have basic Avatar: The Last Airbender knowledge*

Silver Screen by herecomesthepun

in which Annabeth is a YouTuber with a penchant for Harry Potter sweaters and Percy is a rockstar who falls in love with the clumsy web star presenting his award. Percabeth, AU.

Of Gods and Men by plottingalong

The order of things are changing. Old rules are shifting, old gods awakening. Percy Jackson must come to terms with his own mortality, or rather, the lack of it. 

And I will swallow my pride (In hopes of a final goodbye) by IzzyMRDB

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost

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Rhea thought the fight was over when she handed Luke that blade. The war she fought for others was over. She was wrong. Now a thousand miles and a thousand years from home, all alone with just the ghost of a curse to accompany her in her travels, she will only fight for the wars she chooses.

"I promise." It tastes like a lie, but I know I’ll do my best to fulfill it. How am I to make the gods listen when they don’t even know who I am?

Hold Tight and Pretend It’s a Plan by Rynna_Aurelia

Olympus has fallen. The second Gigantomachy has ended far differently than the first, and in Gaea's triumph, the world has been torn apart. But the Fates have seen what ends their failed meddling brought Western Civilization, look on at the dead—and undo what should never have happened the only way they possibly can. Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, is returned to his twelve-year-old self, memories intact and determined to save everyone he can. But he is not alone. The Moirai underestimated the strength of the Lord of Time when stealing his power, and there is something about this particular demigod brat that intrigues him. . .

 Perseus Jackson came roaring to life with a violent gasp, green eyes wild. After a moment of panicked flailing and struggling to breathe, his fear-filled gaze settled upon a girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, her face stern and unimpressed.

 "You drool in your sleep."

Trading Tomorrow by Darkmagyk, loosingletters

Percy Jackson arrives at Camp Half-Blood bruised and bleeding, with the knowledge that he's the son of a god and his mother is dead. His little display with the Minotaur has caught the attention of the camp. But he’s not sure it is good attention, yet. Only the Hermes Cabin's not-quite Co-counselor Theseus, ‘call me Theo,’ doesn't treat him like a fascinating zoo exhibit. Which would be a relief, except he looks exactly like Percy: same green eyes, same trouble making smile, same black hair. The only differences are the fact that Theo is six years older, covered in battle scars, and the black tattoo on his arm. A trident and the letters SPQR.

Theo is eighteen, powerful, and unclaimed. And his resemblance to Percy could set a dangerous precedent.

*pretty much everything by Darkmagyk is amazing*

i could be your hero by sundaysabotage

“I just don’t get it,” he huffs to Will as they put up holiday decorations in the unusually quiet infirmary, “they talk to me like I’m supposed to know stuff. Like I’m the new Percy or something.” Nico expects Will to laugh at this, shrug off his concerns as unfounded and tell him he’s being over-dramatic like usual. He is wrong.

“Okay, babe, don’t take this the wrong way. But, you kind of are the new Percy.”

___ Based on a tumblr post I made about Nico being the obvious choice as Camp Half-Blood's unofficial leader when Percy leaves for college. (only no one bothers to tell Nico that)

*some solangelo and Nico being Tired(TM) for you*

Were I That Burning Star by californianNostalgia

 An old panic gripped me—the breathless fear of being forgotten, being lost. Would anyone remember me when I was gone? Would someone think to lay a flower down on my grave and say some fond nothings like, “Was a pretty cool guy, that Lester,” while wiping off a single dramatic tear rolling down their cheek? Oh, who was I kidding. So what if no one remembered? There wasn’t much I was proud to be remembered by anyway.

After defeating Python and bringing down Nero, Phoebus Apollo reclaims his godhood. He is glorious once more. But for some reason, he can't quite make himself go back to how things were before.

(A Character Study of Various Gods, including but not limited to: Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Hephaestus, Dionysus, and maybe Zeus)

* absolutely beautiful, very philosophical, made me see the gods in a completely different way*

PJO Fic Rec Part 2

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

In one of your newer asks (forgot which one) you said that Harry got over Sirius' death quickly and that he liked what he represented not the actual person. Can you explain Harry's reactions to the deaths of people (he "loves")? And what he actually liked/valued? I hope you understand what I'm talking about. . .

So, I made a post in which I revealed the crux of my thoughts on Harry. In short, Harry’s a psychopath. And no, I’m not exaggerating or throwing words out there. By the end of the series, Harry is one seriously scary dude.

He shows a complete lack of empathy for anyone or anything in all circumstances.

When Hermione narks on Harry’s suspicious Firebolt Chirstimas present, he refuses to speak to her for half a year and it takes Hagrid having an intervention for him to consider maybe (maybe) deigning to speak with her again. When Marietta’s mother is in the position of losing her job at the Ministry, and Marietta narks, Cho tries to point this out to Harry and Harry tells her snitches get stitches. Harry gleefully goes to Hogsmeade in his third year despite the entire government desperately trying to protect him, it takes about ten people pointing this out until Harry finally feels vaguely guilty.

Harry’s rage is terrifying. He gleefully uses a curse which he has been told many times is evil to torture another human being and feels next to nothing afterwards (there’s no reflection on who this makes him as a person). His stalking of and later butchering of Draco Malfoy is dismissed shockingly easily, he’s not upset about having nearly accidentally murdered Draco but instead more about getting caught and then that his beloved Halfblood Prince is really Snape.

Why am I talking about this?

Because I think Harry’s incapable of love.

... The utter irony and blasphemy of that sentence just struck me. Let’s pause a moment and sit in wonder that it has come to this.

Right.

Harry has... friends, but they’re always friends of convenience. Whenever they happen to disagree with him, on anything, it’s always the friend who has to crawl back (and they do because he’s Harry Mother Fucking Potter). To Harry the world is marvelously black and white, divided into those that like him and those that do not.

Think about it, does Harry admire or like anyone who does not personally like him? I can’t think of a single one.

When Percy refuses to believe Harry, for very understandable reasons, Harry sours on him far beyond he already had (I admit he wasn’t overly fond of Percy, as Percy was the brother no one liked and Ron vented about him constantly). Fleur is an Ice Queen Bitch until Harry saves Gabrielle’s life and she becomes very grateful to and sweet to him. 

He can’t deal with nuances. We see this with Dumbledore. Harry finds out that Dumbledore used him in perhaps the most heinous manner imaginable. Dumbledore, perhaps, cared nothing for him at all. However, Harry cannot come to terms with this, given how well the man seemed to have treated him in the past, and instead creates this heroic martyr legend for Dumbledore.

Same with Snape, the instant Harry learns that Snape had been Dumbledore’s agent, suddenly the past doesn’t matter and Snape is the bravest man Harry knows.

My point being, Harry doesn’t love Sirius, he barely knows Sirius, what he instead loves is the idea of Sirius. Sirius is Harry’s first real promise of family, of a father figure, and of escape from the Dursleys. While it’s not possible now, it’s something that can soon become a reality, something Harry wants desperately.

Harry’s grief for Sirius’ death presents itself as some seriously scary rage (i.e. the stalking of Draco Malfoy) but it never seems to be about Sirius himself. Harry doesn’t miss any aspects of Sirius himself all that much just... the notion of him, the promise of him. Which I think is what Sirius ultimately was to Harry.

Sirius and Harry never really saw each other clearly. Sirius is a mess after Azkaban and is fixated on the memory of James that lives inside Harry. Harry doesn’t mind this, or even really notice that Sirius isn’t in a good place, because Sirius is just the idea of a father to him.

But yes, I think for Harry, in general, his grief for things is very shortlived and tends to manifest in RAGE. We spend, what, a chapter feeling sad Hedwig died? (To be fair, as a reader the idea that Hedwig’s death is supposed to make me feel something always made me laugh). We get  a good few days being sad that Dobby died for the cause. 

Harry was relatively sad when Snape died and revealed the truth, but mostly I think because he was having the existential crisis one must have when you realize you were secretly a Kamikaze agent this entire time. 

Yeah, Harry, what a guy. 

[vibraniumwing]

my stars know about you.

a sam wilson x fem!reader blurb wherein sam finds the old videos the reader has when he was snapped away.

WARNING: a bit of angst and tfatws spoilers for those who haven't watched but aside from that, nothing else.

A/N: ha yes hello i impulsively wrote this bcs my muse was so high all of a sudden and i have this monologue ready for it. listened to this playlist right here and wendy ft. john legend’s written in the stars <3 also, is this still a blurb ??

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Sam had promised you he would clean around the house while you go on a fun little weekend with Sarah and the boys, wanting to give you more time to relax and be around his family; his lips churning up into a small yet giddy smile at the thought of the small velvet box hiding somewhere in your shared room that contained the necklace you’ve been eyeing whenever the two of you could go out.

He was half-way done with the things hidden in your work drawer when he came across a flash drive that had a label written on it called visual diary. His brows furrowed lightly as walked to his side of the office, opening his laptop and plugged it in, opening the files to see multiple videos titled with dates, the first one from all the way back in 2018.

Sam shifted in his seat, clicking on that certain video only to be greeted by your tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, under eyes dark from the possible lack of sleep. His heart dropped at the distraught look on your face as you took a deep breath in before looking into the camera.

“hey sam, it’s me. it’s一 it’s been exactly five days since Nat called me about how you were one of the people who, unfortunately, got snapped into non-existence.”

The way you spoke caused goosebumps to form along his skin, realizing that these were probably videos you'd made five years ago, when the snap happened. Sam’s heart was shattered at how lost you looked from the other side of the screen, wanting nothing more than to cradle you in his arms.

“I’m with Sarah right now, she’s sleeping in her room with Aj and Cass. She’s been strong, but you can see the worry in her eyes一 she’s holding up much better than I am though. I’ve been such a mess, I can’t look into the mirror without seeing… feeling you beside me. I miss you.”

Sam stopped the video, his own tears starting to choke him upon seeing the state that you and his younger sister have been. He knew that it was hard, after seeing Sarah struggle with the family business and keeping things together; seeing you wake up at night with cold sweat glistening on your skin as you jolted up from yet another nightmare of him not coming back.

He wanted to stop from diving deep into the videos but his curiosity was stronger. He scrolled through some more videos, randomly clicking on one.

This time, Sam was greeted with a somewhat cheery you, out on the hill you first confessed your attraction to him一 the same night he admitted that he loves you more than a friend, where everything started between the both of you.

“hey there, handsome. i surely hope you can recognize where i’m at right now, if not, then i guess i’m kicking your ass.”

He chuckled, finding your humor amusing despite how lackluster your tone was as you spoke into the camera. Sam reached up to trace your features that were present on his screen, remembering every single feature of yours, engraving it into the forefront of his mind.

“today’s the day we’re supposed to celebrate our first anniversary, sammy. we should’ve been in hawaii by now, swimming with the fishes or explore the beauty of that island. instead, i’m here, in my car alone on the hill where we first admitted our feelings for each other.”

Sam didn’t fail to notice how you were trying your best to hold back your tears, taking note of how your tongue poked the inside of your cheek一 a habit he noticed you would do whenever fighting strong emotions一 and he whispered a small, “Don’t hold your tears back, sweetheart.” and as if you heard him, you let out a small chuckle.

“if you were here right now, i know you would say something like, “don’t bottle those tears up, beautiful” or something along those lines. i want you to know that i’m trying, sam. but it’s hard, it’s been five long months since you’ve been gone and i don’t know how long i can last without hearing you say you love me or your obnoxious laughter that would resonate through the house.”

“I love you, baby.” was all that left Sam’s lips, tongue jutting out to dampen his lips as he listened to you speak, mind blank as too many thoughts about what he wants to say to you as of the moment are too much.

“i’ve told the stars about your laughter. it’s niche and cliche, i know, but mom told me to tell them all about the people i treasure the most whenever i can’t tell others about them.”

“i told them about how beautiful you are一 about how scintillating your eyes are that they could battle even the brightest star in the sky tonight. i let my stars know about how amazing of a chef you are even though you almost burnt my old apartment’s kitchen down because you forgot about the cake you tried so hard to bake.”

Sam cringed at the memory, nose scrunching up in disbelief that he could forget such a simple task; he spent the night apologizing and all you ever did was smile and lean in to give him a kiss in hopes to shut him up.

“i told my stars about how brilliant you are一 how your words are so deep even with the shortest sentences, about how you can easily captivate me and a bunch of others with the stories that you speak… about how much love you have for me and for everyone you care for. it never ceases to amaze me how you can stand up and fight for the people that you love.”

At this point, Sam was already in tears as you shared about how you spoke about him. He adored how your eyes were filled with that well-known fondness you have whenever you speak about something you love.

As the video ended, Sam was left to look at the reflection of himself on the screen, staring at his reflection as your words echoed in his mind. He always listened to you ramble on about how everyone’s destiny was written somewhere in the skies, their lives aligned like the constellations that shined bright in the nighttime.

Normally, he would brush it off, skeptic to that belief but as he tuned into your stories, he can’t help but believe that in what you were saying. Sam was about to play another video when he heard the familiar jangle of your keys in the front door.

Sam pulled out of his chair and raced over there to meet you, immediately engulfing you in a tight hug before you could even close the door. “Hello, beautiful.” he softly greeted, pulling away to place a light kiss on your temple. “How was your weekend away with Sarah and the boys?”

You chuckled softly at the sudden affection he was giving, dropping your duffel bag on the floor to wrap your arms around his torso, feeling how relaxed he was against you. “It was great! Could’ve been better if you were there to be with us.” you answered, reaching up to peck his lips a few times, making the latter smile. “What’s with the affection? Did you break something, Samuel? Wait一 were you crying?”

He shook his head, adamant in admitting that he was, he lifted you up easily as he took you over to your shared office, sitting back down on his office chair with you in his lap as he showed you the compilation of the videos, “I… I found the flash drive while cleaning and I got a little too curious and decided to see what was on it and well, turns out I got a bit more than what I expected.”

“I was going to show them to you one day, Sam.” you admitted, making yourself comfortable as you snuggled up to him, his arms laced around you securely. “But I wanted to make it a bit more… special since this was a very vulnerable time for me.” the softness in your voice made him curl a single digit under your chin to make you look at him.

“I’m sorry that I left you alone for that long, baby girl.” Sam apologized, feeling incredibly guilty for leaving. Despite knowing it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t bring himself to accept that you and his sister had to spend so many years without him. “I know you’ve told me multiple times that I shouldn’t say sorry, but I can’t help it. You’ve waited for so long.”

“And I’ll wait a million more if it meant I could be with you.” you cut him off, shifting slightly to make you face him completely. “You can go anywhere, anytime, for how long and I would wait for you to come back every single time. So please don’t feel guilty about it, love.” your hands holding the sides of his face as you start to pepper it with gentle kisses.

You smile at his peaceful expression, “My heart is in peace knowing that we’re written somewhere in the stars.” you say to him softly, squishing his cheeks in a playful manner, light laughter filling up the room.

Sam smiled, sealing the feather-like kisses with his lips on yours, capturing it for an intimate one that conveyed how much love he has for you, resting his forehead on yours right after. “You know that I love you, right Y/N?”

“I do and I love you so much more, Sam.”

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[bokettochild]

Maybe a snippet about Hyrule hitting statues for potions? (Like Legend’s statues in Holodrum/Labrynnia or maybe Mipha’s statue)

Ask and ye shall receive! In no reasonable amount of time, but receive ye shall!

(This was a ton of fun to write!)

Everyone in their group had some... irregularities...

Time’s issue with pottery for example, or Legend’s need to collect every item that could conceivably (and sometimes inconceivably) be used for anything ever. Wars had a need to know where everyone was all the time, and Twilight had a tendency to gnaw on things, made worse by Wild’s propensity for giving him meat with bones still in it, bones that Twilight would gnaw on for the rest of the meal until someone pointed it out.

It was funny, really, to see his pup flush and spit out the bones with a startled expression, apparently never having realized what he was doing. It was funnier still that if the pup seemed particularly keen on one, that Wolfie would appear later to finish chewing it.

But chewing bones and collecting items, and even digging through pottery (which wasn’t a good thing he knows, Malon has scolded him a million times for it) are hardly comparable to Hyrule’s tendencies.

Hyrule liked to hit things.

Not people mind, or animals, or even buildings. Hyrule liked to hit statues, and apparently only statues.

The same look would come over the traveler’s face every time, considering and curious before he took off like a rocket towards whatever stone or metal figure lay before him. But no matter how consistent the behavior was, no one was ever fast enough to stop him.

The first time it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was just the traveler, the veteran and himself, and they’d been wandering about in Wild’s Hyrule trying to figure out where exactly the others were.

Usually, they wouldn’t have split up, but both he and the vet were fighting with their arthritis and Hyrule had insisted on taking a look to try and figure out something to help them. It was late, and neither of them had felt overly keen on arguing against the order, but the others were half asleep on their feet, so Time had encouraged them to hurry along to the village Wild had promised was nearby.

Finding the village was the easy part, the hard part was stopping Legend from wheezing up a lung when his protégé's first instinct was to smack the statue of Hylia in its center. Hyrule had looked disappointed for whatever reason after soundly punching Hylia’s likeness in the side, and it had only made the vet wheeze harder, leaning against Time heavily in order to stay upright as he cackled uproariously. Time didn’t really get why it was funny, but the fact that Hyrule’s first instinct was to smack Hylia did pull a smile to his lips.

Legend didn’t laugh the second time it happened though, in fact, he looked hurt.

They’d been dumped in a place that Legend called Lynna City, and while the vet wove his way through the streets with practiced ease, the others trailing after him like ducklings as he’d explained some of the history of the place, even telling them that it was the sight of one of his adventures.

“It’s changed a lot since then though,” The vet drawled, eyes glimmering in a way Time wasn’t sure he liked. “But there’s some things that don’t change.”

“Like what?” Wind had bounced in place, gripping Legend’s hand tightly as he had been doing since they found themselves in one of the cities alley ways.

The vet flinched, eyes darting to the side as he’d ushered them further along the pathways, only to be stopped by Warriors’ voice exclaiming in a breathy manner. “Like that?”

In the middle of the town square, there was a statue. A bright smiling face, sharp eyes and the vet’s signature messy bangs stared out at them from a face of stone, much younger looking than the vet himself, but easily recognizable.

Warriors whistled. “They have a statue of you? Wow, impressive.” None of his usual snark tainted the words, and the captain even looked vaguely uncomfortable as he stared at the fixture (if he remembered right, there was an exact replica in Cia’s rose garden).

“Like that.” Legend drawled, irritation on his face, but ears darkening and twitching in embarrassment. “I told Anbi not to but-”

The vet’s words were cut off by Hyrule running across the square and promptly smacking the statue. Legend’s irritated façade cracked to reveal a hurt expression beneath as he watched Hyrule wring his hands out and return to the group with a disappointed expression. “’Rulie?” The vet’s eyes shimmered with hurt as Hyrule shook his head.

“Nothing.” Came the disappointed sigh.

Legend was very nearly pouting out of hurt for a second before he shrugged it off stiffly and continued to lead them all through Lynna. Nothing was said of the statue hitting after that, save one time where Wars tried to bring it up only to be on the receiving end of a stink eye from the vet.

For not wanting a statue, Legend seemed rather hurt that Hyrule would hit the thing.

Wild was even more touchy, but it made sense that he would be, after all, the statue that Hyrule tried to go after next was, apparently, very important to the Champion.

They’d landed in Wild’s Hyrule again and the young hero was taking them all to the Zora’s Domain to investigate rumors about an infected lynel. Three heroes had flinched at the mere idea, and while time didn’t know what a lynel was, he was beginning to dread it, what with the hesitant murmurs and fearful looks shot between the trio.

They’d hardly entered the domain before Wild was suddenly catching hold of the traveler, prompting several curious looks from his party and from passer bys. But then they saw why.

Rising up in the center of the domain was a tall and graceful statue of a zora woman, and the minute Hyrule’s eyes fell on it he was surging forwards in Wild’s arms, barely held back as the Champion scowled.

“Rule, so help me, if you smack that statue I will toss you in the pools and not let you out for an hour!”

The traveler turned to his growling friend in confusion. “What?”

“Don’t hit her, that’s my fiancé.” Wild threatened softly, eyes glinting unnaturally blue as brows shot up.

“Sky could have said the same thing, yet here we are.” Legend drawled, earning curious looks from all those who hadn’t witnessed the first incident.

“But statues have rupees inside.” Hyrule blinked owlishly. “We’re hard up for funds, why shouldn’t I get us some.”

There was a moment of silence before Wild released the traveler with a weary sigh. “That’s not how it works here, ‘Rule.”

“Or in my world, I’d like to add.” Legend butted in, looking somewhat relieved.

Hyrule looked from one to another of their group, confusion clear on his face. “Then how do you get money?”

“I have a job.” Wars shrugged, and was echoed by both Twilight and Time himself, as Four motioned at the captain.

“I’m a smith.”

“I do odd jobs for people.” Wind added on.

“Same!” All anger had drained from Wild’s face as he smiled brightly at the sailr.

“I do landscaping work.” Legend drawled, inspecting a hand distractedly, nly to be met with th stars of the others. “Oh fine, I cut grass and blow shit up, happy?” He frowned in thought, cokcing his head. “And trees. I also work on trees. We also sell stuff out of the orchard and honey as well, and I kinda rent out the house to Ravio-”

“Point is.” Warriors broke through the vet’s murmurs. “We don’t hut statues for money. That would be considered rude in our worlds.”

Hyrule nodded. “Alright.”

And they thought that was the end of it.

The first time they saw a statue in Hyrule’s world, a goddess statue to be exact, Hyrule ran up and bopped the thing over the head, much to the horror of Sky.

A rupee bounced to the ground, glimmering and bright, prompting a smile from the traveler.

“But- but- but-”

“It’s just a pagan god.” Hyrule shrugged, rubbing the rupee off on his tunic. “And everyone does it here.”

Sky looked like he might either scold or cry, and Legend had devolved back into cackling, eyes watering as he looked up at his protégé with a fond smile.

Time shook his head. They all had their irregularities.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Subaru Route ー Chapter 3

ー The scene starts on Glimmer Main Street

Subaru: Haah...What will that old geezer make us do next?

Yui: Based on what we had to do yesterday...I’m fairly sure today’s task will be a challenge as well.

ー An old lady walks past them

Yui: ( Hm...? )

Female Vampire E: Haah...This is bad...

Yui: ( That old lady looks troubled by something...? I wonder what happened? )

Selection

→ Reach out (☾)

Yui: Um, excuーー 

Subaru: Oi.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: You’re not gonna talk to her, are you?

Yui: Eh? ...That was the plan though...

Subaru: You know the situation we’re in, right? We have somewhere to go, remember.

Yui: That’s true, but...I can’t just ignore it when there’s someone in need right before me...

Subaru: A person in need, you say...?

...

...Haah, fine. Be my guest.

...Seems like you’re still the literal definition of a kind soul.

→ Walk past her

Yui: ( I’d love to help but...We don’t really have the time for that right now... )

Subaru: Hm? Oi, what’s wrong? Let’s get going already.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Female Vampire E: Haah...What am I going to do?

Yui: ( ...Uu... )

( I can’t just turn a blind eye to someone in need after all...! ) 

ー Yui runs over to the lady

Yui: Um...Is something the matter, Ma’am?

Female Vampire E: Aah...Miss. Well, I seem to have dropped my dear handkerchief...

Yui: I see. I’ll help you look for it!

Subaru: Geez...Guess I have no other choice...

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( Looking for a handkerchief might be more tricky than I thought... )

Subaru: Oi, it’s not over here.

Yui: Yeah...I haven’t found it yet either.

( I wonder if it got blown away by the wind...? ーー Ah! )

Couldn’t it be the thing stuck on that bench over there!?

Female Vampire E: Oh dear! It is!

Subaru: Haah...You finally found it? Then hurry up and graーー 

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: Ah...!

( A bird...! )

Subaru: Hey! Wait!

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( It flew away with the handkerchief in its beak... )

Subaru: Che...It’s sittin’ on a rooftop... 

Yui: ...I’ll go look for a ladder...!

Subaru: Aah, wait. The idea of you using a ladder is way too risky, I don’t think I could handle it.

...Haah. I’ll go grab it, so just stay put here, ‘kay?

I don’t need a ladder to reach that high...It literally takes one second if I fly.

...There...

ー Subaru leaps up into the air

Yui: ...Ah, Subaru-kun...

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud*

Subaru: ...Here you go. This’ll do, right?

Yui: ( Ah, in Subaru-kun’s hand is...! )

Female Vampire E: Yes, this is it! Thank you so much, you two. 

This handkerchief truly means a lot to me...So you helped me out immensely. Thank you so much. 

Yui: ( She seems very happy. I’m glad I reached out for her! )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Ah...Sorry we got a bit sidetracked, Subaru-kun...But still, thanks.

Subaru: ...Haah. You baffle me every time with how much of a goodie-two-shoes you are...

...But well...If you don’t mind that, I won’t stop you either.

Yui: Sure...?

( Usually he’d call me out on that kind of behavior...I wonder what has gotten into him today? )

Subaru: Anyway, we’re done now, right? Let’s go.

ー The scene shifts to Rubien canal

Gondolier A: ーー Off we go!

Yui: ( ...Today’s task involves retrieving a certain crystal from an abandoned mine inside a volcano. )

( ...Sounds like quite the struggle... )

Subaru: Oi, what was your problem earlier?

Yui: Eh? What do you mean?

Subaru: You seemed surprised after I said ‘let’s go’, remember? I’m referrin’ to that.

Yui: Ah...

( When we were told we have to head to a volcano today... )

( I was sure Subaru-kun would protest, but he just immediately responded with ‘let’s go’... )

Ah...Right. Please don’t get mad when I say this but...

I figured you wouldn’t like the idea of having to go all the way to a volcano.

However, you immediately rolled with it, hence why I was a little surprised...

Subaru: ...Hmph.

...Everyone has different things they consider valuable, regardless of whether others feel the same way, right? 

I finally understood that.

Yui: ...?

Subaru: Take that clown mask the old geezer wanted, for example. 

Or the handkerchief that old lady was lookin’ for.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Also...I’m sure that from an outsider’s perspective...What you mean to me...

Would fall under that same category as well, right?

Yui: ...

( How sneaky of him to suddenly say such things... )

( It’s embarrassing but...I feel as if my love for him has only grown. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the lake

Gondolier A: We’ve arrived at Tilkeys lake!

Yui: ( Phew...Seems like we’ve reached our destination. )

( Now we just have to head towards the volcano up ahead. )

Subaru: Haah...We’re finally here, huh...?

Yui: I thought you’d suggest we’d fly here instead of taking the gondola.

Subaru: Yeah...That thought crossed my mind as well, but I might need to save my energy for later, no?

Yui: ( Fufu...Seems like Subaru-kun is taking these tasks much more serious now. )

ー The two of them start walking

Yui: If I recall correctly, there should be a volcano on the other side of the water, right?

Subaru: That’s what the old geezer told us.

Yui: In that case, let’s just keep on walking straight aheaーー

ー The people around them grow restless

Yui: ...

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( It caught my attention earlier but there sure are a lot of couples around this lake... )

( I guess it can’t be helped since it seems to be a tourist attraction... )

T-There’s quite a few couples, huh...?

Subaru: Che...They’re annoyin’...

Yui: ( However, we can’t get to the volcano if we don’t go past them... )

Subaru: Oi, Yui.

ー Subaru suddenly pulls her close

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!

( He pulled me close...!? )

Subaru: We won’t stand out if we walk like this, right?

Yui: P-Probably not but...It’s embarrassing...!

Subaru: From their point of view, we’re...no different from them, you know.

Don’t let it bother you. Let’s go.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

ー The scene shifts to the entrance of the mine

Yui: Ah, seems like we can get inside through there.

Street vendor: ーー One second, you two.

Subaru: Ah?

Street vendor: You’re going inside?

Subaru: What if we are?

Street vendor: Oh no...But if you do, you better take one of these with you.

Yui: Are those...marshmallows...?

Um...Why do we need marshmallows to enter the volcano?

Street vendor: ...You see, there’s a certain tale being told around these parts...

Yui: A tale...

Monologue

ーー What we were told afterwards,

was the sad tale,

regarding this Smaragd volcano.

In the past...Due to the many mining resources,

available in this area,

mining for minerals flourished. 

On a fateful day, one of the miners,

fell in love with a Wraith (2),

who lived in the underground lake.

A Wraith and a Vampire,

made somewhat of an odd duo,

but to be able to live alongside her,

the man tricked a female Vampire,

and offered her body to the Wraith.

Why, you might ask? ...Per tradition,

Wraiths are not allowed to leave the place they were born,

unless they take control of the body of another being.

If they try and leave,

they will simply fade away.

Despite the many unfamiliarities which came with it,

 the two of them lived happily.

While living amongst Vampires,

the only thing the Wraith grew fond of...

were marshmallows. 

...However, 

their happiness was short-lived.

One day,

the original owner of the body she had possessed,

regained her consciousnessーー 

And killed the man.

Shaking with anger,

the Wraith killed the woman, who had been her vessel,

before vanishing herself.

To this day, the man’s spirit,

continues to look for the Wraith they once loved,

wandering around inside this volcano...

The fellow Wraiths,

as if they chose to carry on their lost comrade’s legacy,

have also taken a liking to marshmallows...

Yui: ...

( I had no idea this volcano is linked to such a sad story... )

Subaru: Hmph. In other words, if we run into one of those Wraiths, we just have to give them these as a snack?

I bet it’s just some urban legend, right? Ridiculous...

ー Subaru walks away

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun, wait...!

( It might just be a made-up story but... )

Um...Excuse me? Could I get some marshmallows while I’m here, please?

Street vendor: Of course. I’ll pray you don’t run into any Wraiths. 

Yui: Thank you very much.

( Okay. I have to go after Subaru-kun...! )

ー The scene shifts to the inside of the mine

Yui: ( Where did he run off to...? )

( I don’t think he could be that far ahead... )

Subaru: ーー I knew it.

Yui: Wah! Subaru-kun!?

Geez...It gives me a heart attack when you appear out of nowhere like that...

Subaru: Knowing you, I bet you bought some marshmallows first before coming inside of here?

I figured that might be the case, so I waited for you here.

Yui: I-I see...

Subaru: You actually believe that story from earlier?

It’s just some obvious sales trick (3) to try and get us to buy his marshmallows, no?

Yui: It might be but...You know, better be safe than sorry...Right?

Subaru: ...Haah.

Whatever. Let’s just look for that crystal now.

Yui: He told us it glimmers and lights up, right?

Subaru: Yeah...According to the old geezer, we might find it by searching this rock surface.

Seems like they’ve conveniently got the mining tools all laid out for us.

*Rustle*

*Cling*

Subaru: I’ll use this to chip away at the wall so you look for the crystal.

Yui: Yeah, I’ll try my best!

*TIMESKIP*

*CLING*

Subaru: Haah...haah...

Yui: ( Hm...We’ve been searching for quite some time now... )

( But it doesn’t seem like we’ll find it any time soon... )

( On top of that... )

...Uu...

( Perhaps I’m paranoid after listening to that story from earlier but...For some reason, this place really gives me the creeps. )

*Rustle*

???: Fufu...Ufufufu...

Yui: ...Who’s there...?

*Rustle*

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Yui: ( There’s nobody... )

( Am I just hearing things...? But I could have sworn someone was there... )

Subaru: Oi, what’s wrong?

Ah...Subaru-kun...For some reason, this place has been creeping me out...

Subaru: ...Well, this isn’t the most fun place to be at.

Yui: Yeah...

Subaru: ...Let’s take a small break. You brought some food with you, right?

Yui: Ah...Yes! I got us some sandwiches on the way.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...Here, this one’s yours!

Subaru: Yeah...Thanks.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Phew...That hit the spot.

( While the location is somewhat unsettling, this feels like we’re having a picnic together, it’s honestly kind of fun...! )

...I should have brought dessert with me as well.

Subaru: Ah? But we do, don’t we?

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: You got them at the entrance earlier, didn’t you? ...Those marshmallows.

Yui: You’re going to eat those!? I think it’d be better if we have those on hand just in case a Wraith shows up...

Subaru: Oh come on, I’ve been tellin’ you that crap is just some urban legend, haven’t I?

Yui: You think so...?

( But well...I guess it’s better to eat them than to have to end up throwing them away... )

Hold on...

*Rustle rustle*

Huh...?

Subaru: Oi, what’s wrong?

Yui: I can’t seem to find them...

Subaru: Hm...Didn’t you drop them somewhere?

Yui: ...

( Don’t tell me...Did a Wraith actually take them...? )

( In that case, I’m glad I bought some just like that person advised us to... )

Subaru: ...What’s wrong? Did you want to eat marshmallows that badly?

Yui: Ah...No. That’s not it, but...

( I’ll just keep this to myself... )

( It’s not like I have concrete proof that they were taken by a Wraith... )

( If the story we were told is true, it might be best to just quietly let it pass. )

Subaru: ...? You weirdo. Whatever. We should get back to work soon.

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling*

Subaru: ...Haah...!

Yui: Subaru-kun, how are things looking on your end...?

Subaru: No luck...I did find this rare-looking gem instead though.

But it’s not the one that old geezer wants...

Here, it’s this one.

Yui: Waah, it’s so pretty.

( It changes color depending on the angle! Wow...! )

( But this isn’t what we’re looking for... )

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Subaru-kun has been staring at the gem in his hand this whole time, it seems. )

...Fufu, I see no harm in taking it home with us to remember this day?

It doesn’t look like the type of gemstone you’d find every day!

Subaru: Y-Yeah...Good point.

*Rustle*

Yui: So...What are we going to do now...?

( We can’t just keep on aimlessly searching around forever... )

???: Fufu...Ufufufu...

Yui: ...!

( That voice just now...It’s the same one I heard earlier...! )

( Are there really Wraiths living here...? Oh no, we’re all out of marshmallows too... )

Subaru: ...What was that voice just now?

Yui: You noticed as well...?

Subaru: Yeah. I could hear it from behind us.

Yui: Yeah...Let’s try heading into that direction.

ー They follow the voice

Subaru: ...Around here, maybe...?

Now that you mention it, I did read this one fairytale from the Demon World when I was a kid...

In one of those stories, their dog barked to mark a location and they found a treasure buried underneath.

Does that ring a bell?

Yui: Eh? Y-Yeah...It’s a famous story after all... (4)

Subaru: This might just be...a similar case...!

...Let’s try diggin’ here.

*Cling*

Subaru: ...Ugh...!

*Cling*

*Crumble*

*THUD*

Yui: Ah! Subaru-kun, look!! Couldn’t it be that one over there...!?

Subaru: You’re right..It’s blue in color just like that old geezer said...

Yui: Waah! Thank god we were able to find it!

Subaru: Haah...Geez, finally...

But...Well, I guess it was worth goin’ through all the trouble...

Yui: Yes.

( Hm...? Then the Wraith’s voice from earlier...? Could she have been trying to thank us for the marshmallows...? )

Subaru: We were able to find the crystal, so I guess we should leave now.

Yui: Good idーー

*Flap flap*

Subaru: Aah...?

Yui: What was...that sound...?

*CAW*

*Flap flap*

Yui: Eh...An eagle...!?

Subaru: Haah!? Where did it come from!? ...Wait, fuck...It’s comin’ our way...!

*CAW*

Subaru: ...! Watch out...!!

*Thud*

Yui: Are you okay!?

( ...Did it target the gem in Subaru-kun’s hand just now...? )

Subaru: Oi oi...Are you after this gemstone perhaps...?

We went through hell and back to find it, so no way I’m handin’ it over!

Let’s make a run for it!

ー The two of them start running

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Subaru: Che...It’s comin’ after us again!

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun! There’s a rail cart over there...!

Subaru: Guess we have to use that to get out of here...!

ー They head towards the rail cart.

Subaru: Oi, hold onto this crystal.

*Thud*

Yui: Yeah...!

( I’ll put it in my pocket so I don’t drop it... )

Subaru: Kuh...

Get...movin’...!

*Rattle rattle*

*Thud*

Subaru: Awesome, it’s runnin’!

Is that eagle still comin’ after us?

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Yui: Yeah...Seems like it set its sights on this gem after all...

*Flap flap*

Subaru: Che...That fuckin’ geezer! He didn’t mention this...!

*Flap flap*

Yui: Ah...! Subaru-kun, watch out...!

Subaru: Fuck...! Oi, you stay down. Don’t you dare raise your head!

*Rustle*

Yui: Y-Yeah...

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Subaru: Che...You persistent pest! Buzz off!

*Cling*

Yui: Subaru-kun! Don’t push yourself too much...!

Subaru: Yeah, I know...! ...Uwoh...!? 

*Thud*

Yui: Eh...!?

( The eagle...Grabbed hold of him...!? )

Subaru: ...Kuh...Oi...Let go of me...!!

*CAW*

Subaru: ...Ugh!!

Yui: Ah...!!

Subaru: Yui...!!

Yui: No way...Subaru-kun!?

( Subaru-kun fell inside the ravine...!! I have to go save him...But what can I...? )

*Rumble rumble*

Yui: W-What now...!? The ground’s rumbling...?

*Creaaak*

Yui: Eh...!?

( The wagon’s tilted to the side...At this rate it’ll fall...!? )

...Kyaah...!?

ー She falls down

Yui: ( Oh no...At this rate, I won’t even live to get my heart back... )

( ... )

Subaru: ーー Yui!

Yui: ( Eh...? )

*Rustle*

Yui: ( My body is...floating...? )

Subaru...kun...?

Subaru: You’re fine now! Hang on tight!

Yui: Yeah...!

*Thud*

ー The scene shifts to a cave

Yui: Haah, haah...

We made it out...unharmed somehow...?

Subaru: Yeah...Seems like it.

Yui: ( But...Where are we? It looks like a cave of some sorts... )

...

( What’s happening...!? I can barely...breathe...!? ) 

Subaru: Che...Seems like we fell pretty far down...

We have to get out of here before you suffocate to death...!

ー The scene shifts to the underground lake

Subaru: Haah...Oi, are you okay...?

Yui: Just barely...!

( So there’s a lake underground... )

Subaru: Oi, you still have the gem on you, right?

*Rustle*

Yui: Yeah, don’t worry. I’ve got it.

Subaru: Perfect...Let’s get out of here at once then.

I don’t want to stay here any longer and run into trouble again.

Then afterwards...

...Don’t ever leave my side again, ‘kay? Who knows what waits ahead of us.

Yui: Yeah...!

*Rumble rumble*

Subaru: ...Hold up. Something’s...comin’...

Yui: ( This sound...Could it be the rumbling of the ground again...!? )

*SPLASH*

Subaru: ...Water...!?

Yui: Ah...The quakes from earlier might be what is causing the lake to flood...

Subaru: Che...It’s just one problem after the other...!

ー The water flows their way

Yui: Kyaah!?

( We’re being swept away..!? )

Subaru: Oi, hold onto me!!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Don’t you dare let go of my hand!

*Splash*

Yui: ( We...made it out alive...? )

Yui: Cough...cough...

Subaru: Oi...Are you alright?

Yui: Ah...Yes. I swallowed a little water, but I don’t seem to have any injuries.

I’m sure it’s because you protected me.

Subaru: H-Haah!? The fuck are you sayin’...!?

Yui: Eh? ...What do you mean? You proteーー

Subaru: Aah, shut up! Not another word!

Fuck...

Yui: ( Ah...Subaru-kun looked away... )

But it’s really all thanks to you that I was able to safely make it back out.

Thank you for saving me.

Subaru: ...

...Hmph.

Yui: ...We ran into several problems but...

It’s good we got out safe and sound, right?

Subaru: There’s nothin’ good ‘bout this shit. Honestly...We went through hell and back.

I don’t wanna go through that ever again.

Yui: Fufu...I agree.

*Thud*

Subaru: Anyway...Let’s go to the old geezer’s place already.

I’m gonna snap if he calls us out on takin’ too long again.

ー Subaru nearly trips

Subaru: ...

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun, are you okay...!?

Subaru: I just felt a little shaky in my step. Don’t worry ‘bout it.

Don’t be worryin’ ‘bout someone else when you’re totally worn out yourself.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( Even if he says that, I can’t help but be concerned... )

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Nn... )

ー Yui wakes up in the hotel room

Yui: ( Huh...? Where am I...? This isn’t...the anitque shop, right...? The hotel room...? )

( I remember heading from the lake towards the antique shop together with Subaru-kun... )

*Rustle*

Subaru: Nn...Ahー Fuck...My muscles sore...

Wait...Hah? Why are we at the hotel...!?

Yui: ( Thank god...Seems like Subaru-kun has woken up as well. )

Say, I wonder how we made it back here?

Subaru: Who knows...I can only remember up until the point we left for the old geezer’s place.

Yui: ( I guess Subaru-kun’s in the same boat, huh...? ...Hm? )

*Flip*

Yui: ( Oh? There’s a note on the bedside table... )

Subaru: What’s that? A note? Give me that for a sec.

ーー The requested gemstone has been successfully retrieved. 

Make sure to get plenty of rest today so you’re ready for the final task tomorrow.

...Furthermore, next time I find you two passed out in front of my store, I’m throwing you out on the sidewalk like that so you have been warned. 

...That’s what it says.

Yui: Ah...I see...We must have collapsed in front of the store.

Subaru: Geez...Who’s fault does he think that is!?

Fuck...! That older geezer needs to watch his words...!

Haah...I’m gonna sleep. You should rest up soon as well. Tomorrow’s the last day after all.

*Creaak*

Yui: Yeah, I will.

( Today sure was something else but...I had fun. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 話 or ‘hanashi’ is more of a general term which simply means ‘talk’ or ‘story’. However, given the contents of the story, I thought ‘tale’ was a fitting term in English. 

(2) A Wraith is a type of ghost or spirit, originally from Scottish Folklore. They are said to be the embodiment of souls who are either on the verge of death, or who have recently passed on.

(3) 子供騙し or ‘kodomo-damashi’ literally means a trick/trap only children would fall for.

(4) I did a quick google search and Subaru is mostly referring to the Japanese folklore tale: Hanasaka Jiji. 

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→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 4]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ KANATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ RUKI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/SHIN]

[miceenscene]

'tis the damn season

frankie/reader | childhood friends to lovers | pre-canon

wc: 678

summary: At one point in your lives, you knew Frankie better than anyone else on earth. When did that change?

warnings: none

an: fuck the US military for many reasons but especially its treatment of its soldiers

Masterpost | ao3

Chapter 1: All the Same to You

The legend of how you met Frankie went like this.

During her second trimester, your mother heard on the radio that the hospital was offering Lamaze classes, but unfortunately only during the day. Your father couldn’t leave work so she decided to go by herself, take notes and teach him in the evenings. The classroom was set up with tables, each with two chairs and most of them filled with couples. There was only one chair free, and the class was about to start. Your mother hurried up the aisle and rested a hand on the back of the chair.

“I’m so sorry, is this seat taken?” she asked the dark-haired woman sitting in the chair next.

The woman looked up and shook her head. “No, please.”

Your mother sat down and whipped out her notebook, struggling to find the pen that was usually attached in her black hole of a purse.

“Need a pen?” the woman offered, holding one out and smiling. Your mother gratefully accepted and the class began.

After it was over, she returned the pen to its rightful owner, introducing herself at the same time.

“I’m Ana Morales,” Ana replied, easing out of her chair with a hand pressed to her back. “How far along are you?”

“Twenty-three weeks.”

Ana’s face lit up. “Me too!”

“You’re just twenty-three?” Your mother replied, eyes wide. Then she realized what she’d said. “I’m sorry, that was–”

“No, believe me, I know.” Ana laughed. “My mother-in-law is convinced I’m having twins. The doctor says he only heard one heartbeat, but she says ‘what do men know about childbirth??’.”

Your mother grinned, chuckling. “Boy or girl?”

“Boy. Just found out a few weeks ago.” Ana ran a fond hand over her stomach. “How about you?”

“Girl. Our first.” Your mother picked up her purse, slinging it over her shoulder. “The hardest part so far is trying to find a name. Everyone has an opinion, and my husband is the worst of all. I don’t care how much he admired his English professor; I’m not naming my daughter Muriel. It’s 1980; she’ll get bullied in school.”

They fell into step, or waddle perhaps, as they left the classroom heading to the elevators at the end of the hall.

“Ah, we avoided all of that,” Ana replied. “Can’t argue against a family name. He’s going to be named after my grandfather. Francisco.”

“That’s beauti–” Your mother stopped, a hand pressing to the side of her stomach and a smile crossing her face. “She just kicked. I think she likes it too.”

“Did you hear that, Francisco? You have a new frien–” Ana gasped quietly, a hand resting on the top of her baby bump. They exchanged a wide-eyed look.

“Did he just–?”

“Yes!”

They both laughed.

By the time you were eight, you had that story memorized, rolling eyes and groaning when it was inevitably trotted out at a dinner. And by the time you were fourteen, you had your doubts about the actual truth of it. Though your mother never once cracked under any type of questioning.

What could not be denied was the fact that you and Frankie were in each other’s lives from day one. (Well, nearly day two for you. You are a whole nineteen hours older than him, after all.) There’s pictorial evidence of that. The two of you swaddled in side by side cribs in the hospital – Frankie yowling up a storm while you’re just trying to get some damn sleep.

That could have been the end of the legend. Just a funny coincidence about making your very first friend before you were even born. But then, two weeks after coming home from the hospital, the house across the street from your folks’ home went up for sale. So your mother called up her Lamaze partner and by now good friend, Ana. ‘Are you and Diego still looking for a new place?’

And Frankie became a permanent fixture in your life for twenty-two whole years. Until the US government stole him.

But that’s another story.

Chapter 2: Who am I Related to?

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[legends-live-in-memories]

Talk So Pretty, But Your Heart Got Teeth

AYO another day another oneshot as a part of the MGI Trope Tussle! BUT WAIT THERES MORE thanks to @nightlychaotic for letting me continue her oneshot that can be found HERE! 

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Dickinette Oneshot 2.8K words 

Summary:

“Nightwing was desperate to figure out Kit Noire. For reasons beyond professional.” 

without further ado:

Some days, you're the only thing I know

Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold

Can't look away, can't look away

Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah

It had been two weeks since Nightwing had last seen Kit Noire. While the lack of thefts and reported break-ins was doing wonders for his day job, he found his nightlife severely lacking its usual luster. He had done some research into her powers, cross-referencing with some of his more magically inclined coworkers. Aquaman had an interesting story about some god of destruction but it was Atlantean lore that led nowhere. He was drawing blanks on what his next move was going to be. Conflicted on whether to bring her to justice or to help her get justice. 

His team was of no help either. Batman was adamant on chasing her out of Gotham, her destructive powers too dangerous in the city, while his siblings were more engrossed in teasing him about his affections for the cat thief. Jabs about ‘learned behaviour’ and ‘truly being the next Batman’ went ignored for his own piece of mind. He loathed to admit it but his intrigue in her, his adamance to be involved with her case, stemmed from less professional intentions. He was compromised in this investigation but he was unwilling to relent to anyone else.

Kit Noire was his to solve. 

Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead

Push me away, push me away

Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah

He finally found her one night by the Gotham Harbour. She was in the middle of an altercation with the same guy who had stolen some grimoire from her. ‘Guardian’ he had called her. 

Rather than intervene immediately, Nightwing hung back in the shadows, observing the two of them. The man was obviously much older than her and was particularly equipped to combat her style of fighting. He used what appeared to be a wooden staff and was dressed in Buddhist-inspired robes. Another piece to add into his investigation. 

Their fight was approaching a stalemate, neither willing to yield to the other. Nightwing decided to make his presence known. A couple smoke bombs were tossed into the fray, halting the fight. Taking the opening, he jumped in between and threw two bolas at the old man. He was wrapped securely in the wires and collapsed gracelessly on the planks. Not giving him anymore attention, he moved to intercept Kit Noire; choosing the evil he knew over the one he didn’t.

“Sorry, songbird.” She spoke with more bite than usual, her frustration with the older man still clinging to her. “But I already have plans tonight. None that involves you sadly.”

“What?” His casual drawl, partnered with his carefully crafted smirk did nothing to placate the hissing cat in his arms. “I can’t let the kitty have all the fun.”

“Please,” she scoffs; she slackens in his hold only fractionally. “As if I need a little birdy like you to give me permission to do anything.”

She slipped under his grasp and shot a leg up directly into his chin. He was taken completely by surprise and before he could react, one of his own smoke bombs was thrown at his feet. He was disoriented and by the time he switched his mask to infrared, she was already gone with the older man. His discarded bolas were the only thing that remained between the clearing haze of smoke.

Call me in the morning to apologize

Every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

He was pulling into the precinct parking lot for his morning shift with a poorly concealed bruise on his jaw and excuses already on his tongue for how it got there. His ego wasn’t fairing much better but that was concerns for his punching bag back at his home gym. Now, he was Dick Grayson, rookie cop at the GCPD. Now, his nighttime problems can’t reach him.

Or so he thought.  

He didn’t make it ten feet into the building before detective Montoya was slamming a file into his chest. He quickly glanced into the file, partially listening to her debriefing of the case, then immediately wished he hadn’t. In the file there were pictures taken from the most recent crime scene and sitting on top of the pile was a picture of a wall from the local aviary. The words ‘Sorry about last night, Songbird -KN’ were spray painted in steel blue. 

He felt his irritation flare as heat crept up his neck while a weight settled in the base of his spine. His warring feelings drowned out everything around him as he fixated on her very obvious declaration. Kitty Noire had been gaining infamy for never being caught by both the cops and the bats. Some in the precinct hadn’t believed she was actually real, just some urban legend the streets were stirring up to cause trouble. To let herself be caught like this, and to admit to contact with one of the bats— it didn’t take a genius to guess which side of the law she was calling out with ‘songbird’— was damning to say the least. 

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

It was another week before he was crashing into her midleap, throwing both of them down onto the nearest roof. They rolled a couple of times before he stopped them by pinning her down. Both of her arms were held above her head; his grips were tight around her wrists, avoiding her palms in fear of what her destructive powers could do. They were on top of the platform that had the doorway to the building’s stairs. Her distracting smirk curled up further as she was about to speak. Probably a suggestive comment but he wasn’t in the mood for their usual back and forth.

“Enough games, Noire.” He shifted his knees to brace on her shins, in case she had any ideas. “You need to tell me what’s going on. You’re bringing suspicious people into the city, dangerous people, and it’s my job to drive them out.”

“I’m not bringing anyone into the city,” she all but spat at him, the fury in her eyes burned bright at the accusation. “He tracked me here.”

“And he is…?” He was getting tired of being out of the loop, meta-abilities and magic are safety hazards if left unchecked in Gotham. He needs to put a lid on this before it spirals any further.

“He is my business and soon to be not a problem for the both of us.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“You have no other choice, songbird. Above your paygrade, remember?” She mumbles something he doesn’t hear but from the shape of her lips it looked like Cataclysm. He didn’t have time to react before the roof was caving in under them. 

The freefall was disorienting but he could see from his periphery that Kit Noire was prepared. She had extended her staff out to fit between two walls and was hanging on, dangling over what was probably twenty flights of steps. Nightwing wasn’t so lucky and he had to angle his fall to crash into steps a couple flights below her.  

“It was nice crashing into you, songbird, but I have things to steal and people to rob.” Retracting her staff, she let herself freefall to the bottom floor of the building. Nightwing dove after her, shooting out his grappling line to one of the higher railings. She had reextended her staff, this time aiming for the height of the building, and was sliding down it like a pole. Banishing the improper thoughts of ‘Noire’ and ‘pole,’ he questioned how the staff was even able to extend that far. 

Right, magic.

Once they were more comfortable feet above the bottom floor, she paused in her descent and let him over take her. He wasn’t given a chance to question her actions as she immediately swiped at his grappling line, snapping it with her rather sharp claws. This time he was prepared enough to brace himself for the fall. He landed on his feet and crouched to roll out of the harsh impact.

“I thought it was cats that landed on their feet, not birds,” her jeer echoed against the walls. He looked back up to see her rapidly climbing her staff. She was gaining distance fast and he was running out of options just as quickly. He didn’t trust climbing her staff so he took to climbing the steps from the railings, jumping and swinging himself around to gain altitude.

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.” She had made it to the door that led back to the roof and her staff retracted in an instant. He was still a couple flights away but he knew he wasn’t going to catch her. He resigned himself to knowing that tonight was another failed night. He had let her go again.

Some days, you're the best thing in my life

Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife

Then you turn into somebody I don't know

And you push me away, push me away, yeah

Something Kit Noire had said was bothering him. She said she was a hero once. That she had given it up because of accusations that ruined her reputation. He had half a mind to not believe her. Write it off as one of her tricks to try and get under his skin. But the other half, the louder, more desperate half, implored him to keep searching. To uncover the cat themed enigma he had grown frustratingly fond of. 

He expanded his search, looking for anything or anyone cat themed with destructive powers. A deep web search had him discovering an old video. It was labeled ‘Reflectdoll’ and nothing else. It was a part of some long forgotten blog that had an entire catalogue of videos labeled in similarly vague ways. Desperate for answers, he rationalised that if anything else, he would cross this source and narrow the search further.

The video was quite the fanfare, looking something out of a movie with impressive CGI. He was about to label this video as another bust but something paused him in his tracks. Her. Kit Noire, or at least a younger version of her, lept into the action. Her and some ladybug patterned partner dealt with the fiasco and Nightwing watched, enthralled and hopeful, as the two worked to take down the foe. He was both impressed and even more confused because he recognised that infamous tower but had no memories of there ever being attacks of that caliber in the city of love. He had done several missions there over the years, and there was never any call for help or an attack to get his or the League’s attention.   

Just what was going on? 

Call me in the morning to apologize

Every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

He had her pinned again, one of his hands holding both of hers above her head, the other was fisting her braid in a tight pin. They were staring at each other, neither wanting to tip the scales in their own favor. The air was charged and each breath felt like one step closer to a dangerous precipice. Nightwing was struggling with what to do. He had a responsibility to this city. This was his home. And he was letting some magical ex-hero trample all over it because he let his infatuation get to his head. He was too involved but he didn’t care. She was his case to solve. 

“Something you would like to share, songbird?” Her smirk was enticing and infuriating. He couldn’t look away. 

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“What? Is keeping me here not entertaining enough for you?”

“I’m not keeping you here for entertainment.”

“That could be rearranged.” She had surged up to kiss him, her lips soft and inviting. He would be a fool to pass up the opportunity.

Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

You're looking at me like you don't know who I am

Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand

Still beating

She was hurt. The old man found her again and left her with a painful reminder of who she was up against. Nightwing wished he could track him down and beat him to bloody pulp but right now he was more concerned with patching her up. She was lucky he found her when he did. The gash on her side would be easy to stitch but he first needed to get her to somewhere safe. His options were limited. No clinic would take them in, she was still a notorious criminal after all. Batman would have his head if he brought her to any of their safe houses. The cave was completely out of the question. 

But she was still losing blood. 

“Why the long face, songbird?” Her voice which was usually jovial was tinted with strain. 

“Oh, you know, just getting blood on my suit while a cat bleeds out in my lap.” He tried to lighten the mood and her chuckles were relieving. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just need to find somewhere to put you.”

“Oh, is the birdy worried about his kitty cat?” She was teasing him, he knew, so he decided playing along would do more for his own peace of mind than trying to refute.

“And if he is?” He mirrored her own joking tone but he couldn’t help the taxes of sincerity that slipped in. She caught on if the slight widening of her eyes were an indicator.

“Oh.” The stunned look she had on her face would be adorable if it weren’t for their situation. “I have a place, not far from here you can drop me off there.”

“Lead the way,” he said, picking her up bridal style. If he pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck then no one had to know.  

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Nightwing never noticed this before but Kit Noire was small. Her waist fit in the palms of his hands so well and her legs were slender and lean as they tied themselves around his hips. He looked like he could overwhelm her but he knew better. He knew how strong and dangerous she was but the mental image of just holding her down as she submits beneath him spurred him on further. Her lips were cherry sweet and intoxicating. And her weight on his thighs left him reeling, silently begging for more.

“Someone’s eager,” she had pulled away from his mouth to speak but rather than entertain any conversation he just moved to suck bruises into her jaw. The hand she had in his hair tightened and pulled at the short strands. Her breathing became laboured as she pants into the night sky. He wanted to coax out more reactions from her, wanted to see if she can really mewl like a cat. 

A wayward hand had her grinding down harder in his lap. They were in their own bubble on this abandoned rooftop; it sat between two skyscrapers, both casting the roof in an almost impenetrable shadow, one would really have to be looking to see them. The sound of traffic below was nothing more than white noise, a background soundtrack for their current encounter. Using her grip in his hair, Noire dragged him up from her jaw and crashed their lips together again. Her kittenish licks asked for entrance and he eagerly granted it, savouring the taste of her as she mapped out his mouth with her tongue. 

He gripped her tighter, not wanting to let go, blind in the pleasure of her lips and tongue and teeth.

Teeth

Teeth

Teeth

Never, never, never ever let go