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amiharana · 11 days

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ok I was reading thru your tattoo/flower shop au and I had to share the brainrot.

I hc revali as indigenous (particularly great plains native american) and oh man, what if at some point he very hesitantly brings up with link that he wants to get facial tattoos or something similar that's significant to him but he's nervous?? And Link goes out of his way to learn traditional stick-n-poke techniques so he can be the one to give revali his tattoos?? And it's like super sweet and meaningful for them both and Link feels honored that revali trusts him enough to ask? (and also revali is scared shitless and Link has to stop several times so he doesnt mess up and hurt revali more than it typically would)

like what if though???

ahem (taps mic) Hello can anyone hear me. i haven't written a tumblr ask in ages i feel ancient

first of all, i'm glad to hear that you still think of my tattoo/flower shop au haha it's been way over a year now since i wrote it. i still very much appreciate everyone who drew art for it 🫶 i've had a few passing thoughts about writing it into an actual proper multi-chaptered fic but i've been busy wrestling with school, work, and my personal demons for the past year that it's been quite difficult to even think about writing anything. thank you to anyone who's still here; i appreciate you a lot 🤍

i love the hc of revali as indigenous and i think it really fits in with the presence of the rito people as we're introduced to in the games, but i won't touch on that too much since i'm not indigenous/well-versed in indigenous culture. you know what i Am well-versed in though? these gay ass mfs

i had to reread my own au post for this Lord it's been too long, i wrote back then that i thought of revali as someone who isn't too fond of tattoos and doesn't have a great pain tolerance for them, and i still believe in that LOL. mixing that in with a hc where revali is indigenous is quite interesting, because i would assume that tattoos are an important/frequently appearing aspect of the culture? revali's parents have also passed in this au and he's alone with no family running the shop, so perhaps revali was estranged from his indigenous culture while growing up/at some point and became interested in trying to connect with it as an adult. maybe he came across the topic of traditional tattoos and after researching about it, he became interested in getting one but again because of his low pain tolerance, he thought it probably may never happen. well...

during one of their shared lunch breaks perhaps at a new cafe that's opened up on tabantha street, revali absentmindedly mentions his family and the tattoos. link immediately looks up at him from his food, those lovely blue eyes searching his face curiously.

"traditional tattoos?" he says, cocking his head at revali. revali blinks. well, of course link would have interest in the topic since he was a fellow tattoo artist himself, but the way he was looking at revali was...

"well yes," revali continues. "i suppose i haven't really talked to you much about myself personally, have i? i'm an indigenous hyrulean and my blood is descended from the rito tribe, but i'm not well-versed in my own culture." he mumbles the last few words, looking down at his coffee. "my parents and i lived on reservation land until i was 5 and then we moved away to a bigger city for work. there weren't many other rito there and so i didn't grow up with a lot of other indigenous folk. i don't know much about my family or my culture because of it, and even after my parents passed, it's never come up until now." revali glances back at link, who is now watching him with rapt attention. he looks away again, his cheeks beginning to warm. "i thought it would be nice to connect with my culture by getting a traditional tattoo of the rito tribe, perhaps something small so i can handle it. though, i wouldn't be able to travel to the reservation to find a traditional tattooist because of the shop and neither do i know of any tattoo artists nearby that could do it..."

"i'll do it," link says suddenly. revali looks at him again and blinks. link's eyes are bright and wide, blazing with determination. he's still holding his sandwich in his hands.

"i-i couldn't ask that of you," revali says, heart skipping a beat. "you'd likely have to learn an entire new and unfamiliar technique, and—"

"i'll do it," link insists, placing the sandwich down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes are still trained on revali, just as insistent as his mouth is. revali swallows.

"use a napkin, please," he mutters, passing link one. the blond takes it and grins at him. "if it's something that you greatly desire to do... i will assist you in offering as much information as i can. i... appreciate it, link." i appreciate you, he thinks but the words get stuck in his throat. link's smile only grows.

thinking about link who researches rito tribal tattoos for a few weeks and reporting and discussing his findings with revali during their mon/wed lunch breaks. thinking about link who spends countless nights staying up compiling everything he finds into a document, the different types of tribal tattoos and their meanings, researching the materials and tools needed for traditional tattoos, sketching different tribal symbols endlessly for the perfect one for revali in between tattoo sessions with other clients, thinking about where on revali's body it would go, thinking about revali's warm skin under his hands... let's keep it PG link 🫡

the day finally arrives when link introduces the tattoo sketches to revali. link probably shows him a few ideas of a small rito symbol on his fingers, wrist, deltoid, ankle, and even ribs. HOWEVER. i really like the idea of the winged rito symbol across the back of revali's shoulders to represent his wings in canon? so what if. link who sketched a drawing of revali's back muscles with the winged rito symbol and he doesn't mean to show it to revali since it's a much bigger tattoo than revali wanted, but revali happens upon it anyway while scrolling through the sketches on link's ipad.

"what's this one?" revali says pointing at it.

link glances over at the screen and flushes. "oh, i didn't mean for you to see this one," he murmurs. he uses two fingers to zoom in on the image slightly. "i just had an idea for this particular symbol, so i sketched it out because i thought it'd look nice. i know you wanted a smaller one, so we can just focus on the first sketches—"

"it's beautiful," revali cuts him off, voice soft and still looking at the winged sketch. "how much do back tattoos hurt?" and link is jaw dropped, staring at him with hearts in his eyes LMFAOOOOOOOO

thinking about link who actually reaches out to a traditional tattooist from revali's tribe and asks if he can mentor link so he can learn their technique??? maybe link and revali who end up traveling to the reservation together so revali can visit and link can learn directly from the tattooist??? revalink road trip and sharing a bed trope??? link would probably only take a week tops to learn the technique since he's like a prodigal artist and the tattooist is impressed. also revali getting to spend time with and learn more about his culture from others from the tribe who live there 🥺

if revali does get the winged rito symbol tattoo on his back, he probably wouldn't get it as a solid color, maybe link would incorporate more tribal lineart into it like the totk zonai imagery? i've never gotten a tattoo so i don't know if back tattoos or the style of solid color tattoos would hurt, but regardless, link would make revali as comfortable as he can throughout all the sessions 🥺🥺🥺

originally when i read this ask and you mentioned facial tattoos, i thought about link gently holding revali's jaw between his pointer finger and thumb to readjust the positioning of his face in the midst of tattooing him, and revali sucking in a breath at the contact WAHHHH but with the direction i took with this post, i also thought about link laying a flat palm between revali's shoulder muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin and tracing his shoulder blades with a featherlight touch and revali getting flustered but muttering, "are you going to keep me in suspense?"

link traces a line down revali's spine. "are you sure you want to get this tattoo?" he murmurs. "we can still do the smaller ones instead if you want. i know how you feel about it, with your pain tolerance and all."

revali snorts, trying to mask his nervousness. "i've already made up my mind. it's a beautiful piece that you put a lot of thought into and i'm not backing out now. besides..." revali's voice lowers into a mumble. "i wouldn't have gone through with it if it was anyone else. i trust you."

link's cheeks pinked in the sweet way they do when revali catches him off-guard, but he can't take it back. he doesn't want to take it back, because it's true; revali trusts link for this with everything he has.

hhh . AHHHH . i just think. yeagh.

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #tattoo/flower shop au #ask #avenin #dude i don't remember how to tag my shit omg #um. anyways. Heyyy how y'all doin'? 😝#in honor of sen senchee's bday i am making an attempt to return to revalink tumblr #everyone say thank you senchee! bc if not i'm leaving again The only rzn why u got this post was bc of senchee #pls lmk if there was anything i wrote that might have been culturally insensitive or inaccurate?#i tried to write it generally but still along the lines of the concept #but again i'm no expert so pls lmk 🙏#anyways imagining revali as that one scene of the one guy getting his back tattoo in moana #revali going Ow. and link fighting back the impulsive thought to say Do you want me to kiss it better?#link should offer revali a lollipop after each session like he's a doctor to a child after getting their flu shot #peep revali heart racing after looking at link with a sandwich in hand This guy is a pathetic down bad loser #oh also revalink matching tattoos? what do u guys think they'd get

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blasphemous-lies-and-deceit · 5 months

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One silently(non verbally) taking care of the other, who is probably sick? GerryMichael? Please? (If you got the time :3)

Gerry knew it was bad when Gertrude called him directly.

Her voice gave nothing away over the phone, but the fact that she was calling him, and was even shrewder with details than usual, nearly sent him in a panic. Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong with Michael, and he nearly lost his mind during his frantic race the Institute. He charged in to find Gertrude and Elias in the main room of the Archives, but no sign of Michael.

"What happened? Where is he?!" Gerry gasped, hair clinging to his sweaty face and heart pounding painfully hard in his chest. His attention was torn between finding answers and finding Michael, and he didn't know where to start. Elias merely smirked at him, but Gertrude at least made an attempt at an explanation.

"Michael is sequestered in Document Storage right now," she told him. "We're not quite certain what he encountered-" here she sent a withering look towards Elias, and Gerry wondered what the fuck he was even doing there "-but it seems he had a brush with something Corruption-based."

"Fuck," Gerry breathed, a hole opening in his stomach. The Corruption was fucking nasty, and one of the worst to fight off unscathed. And Michael, his Michael, was sick with it. "What can we do?"

"Keep him here, under Watch," Elias suggested authoritatively. "The Crawling Rot does not like to be observed, which may stop its spread, if we're lucky. Mister Shelley's own alignment with the Beholding may do the rest."

Gerry stared at him, not unlike how Gertrude was. He had the feeling, without actually knowing, that she was thinking the exact same thing that he was. Which was what the fuck was Elias doing offering advice like that? Like he actually gave a shit about any of them? He didn't like it, but he couldn't see any other option besides that.

"Fine," Gerry grunted, shedding his jacket. It was cold in the basement, but more of his eyes were exposed without it. He'd take off more once he was in Document Storage, so he could focus as many eyes as he could on Michael, as if that could possibly help. He'd tear his own damn skin off if he thought it would make any difference.

Gertrude stopped him at the door, catching him by the arm and giving him an intense look. "It's dangerous," she warned.

"It's Michael," Gerry shot back. That was all he had to say to make his point. Gertrude nodded and let him go, and Gerry stepped through the doors into Document Storage.

Despite the freezing temperature, Michael was sweating on Gertrude's cot, face flushed and feverish, eyes screwed painfully shut. Gerry could see the point of infection- it was only a papercut on his palm, but the skin around it was shiny and discolored, and his fingers were locked in a painful rictus around it. Internally, Gerry wanted to sob at the sight of him, his heart aching seeing the love of his life in pain and danger. He desperately wanted to crawl onto the cot with him, wrap him in his arms to soothe his pain, but that wasn't the right move. He knew what he had to do.

He shed his long-sleeved shirt, exposing even more of his tattooed eyes. There was a permanent marker in his pocket, and he used it to add even more to his chest and arms, until his upper body was covered in eyes. His scarred skin was difficult to draw on, but that didn't deter him. After some internal debate, Gerry shed his trousers as well, decorating his thighs and shins with still more eyes. Even more carefully he drew them on his cheeks and forehead, the sharp smell of the marker strong in his nose. He didn't let that deter him. He'd put up with it for Michael.

Moving with absolute care and gentleness, Gerry took Michael's infected hand and drew an eye on the back of it, large and obvious. Michael seemed to flinch slightly, the pained look on his face not budging as Gerry added more smaller ones up his arm. He did the same with Michael's other arm, taking a moment to press a kiss to his un-hurt palm, and took off his socks to draw more on his feet. That was the most he felt comfortable doing while Michael was out cold- they may be together, but there was a line he didn't want to cross.

Maybe that was enough. Gerry couldn't feel a difference, but Michael seemed to be breathing easier, his expression less tight and painful. Gerry brushed his damp curls aside and pressed a kiss to his burning forehead, the deep aching worry returning now that he didn't have something to do. It was like torture, not being able to do any more to help Michael, unable to heal him or fight for him. It was all so clear, everything he was so close to losing, all that he cared about about to fall away out of his hands and there was nothing he could do. Michael, his love, the brightest sunshine of his life. He didn't know what he would do without him.

The hours dragged on. Gerry drew eyes onto every cardboard box that surrounded the cot, staring down at Michael's prone body. Gertrude passed food and water through the cracked door of Document Storage, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. The room was absolutely freezing, and so was he, only in his pants, but he had no call to complain when Michael was possibly dying right before his eyes. He kept up his silent vigil over Michael, not looking away from him even for a moment. Finally, Michael stirred, turning onto his side and blinking watery eyes at him. "Gerry?" he rasped.

"Oh, god, Michael," Gerry gasped in relief, falling to his knees next to the cot. He hunched over Michael and pressed their foreheads together, the tears he had been holding back for so long finally leaking out. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Hot. Thirsty." Michael weakly nudged him back, studying the drawn eyes on his face with bleary confusion. "What-?"

"Using the Eye to fight the Corruption," Gerry explained, snatching up a bottle of water that Gertrude had given him earlier. He carefully propped Michael up for him to drink, watching him closely. He still looked sick and feverish, but the normal sort of sick, not the awful illness of the Corruption. "Is it working?"

"My head hurts," Michael complained, rubbing his forehead with his injured hand. "It's...different, but I can't figure out how." His fingers flexed, and he turned his hand to study the back and the eye drawn upon it. He took the water bottle and tipped the last few drops of water onto the marked skin, rubbing at it with his thumb. The ink didn't fade or smear like it should. "Well..."

"Fuck," Gerry breathed. It seemed that his drawn eye was more permanent than intended, more permanent than a permanent marker should be. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." That was all his fault, he'd been trying to help and instead had marked Michael more closer to the Eye than before. That had to be better than rotting away to the Corruption, but not by much. It was still an Entity, awful and monstrous, and he'd been the one to do that to Michael. His heart sunk somewhere to his knees, and he wanted to curl up in a hole and die. How could Michael forgive him for such a thing?

Michael shrugged, obviously too ill to consider the implications. "It's not what I wanted my first tattoo to be, but its not bad," he joked weakly. "You still owe me some lilies." He laid back down, settling his head in Gerry's lap. "You'll stay, right? Keep watch over me?"

"Of course." As if he could go anywhere else. Michael smiled, raising his newly marked hand to stroke Gerry's cheek.

"I think I knew, somehow," he slurred, eyes drifting shut. "In my fever dreams. I knew you were here watching me. And I wasn't afraid. I knew. I knew you'd keep me safe. I knew I'd come back to you."

The tears overflowed again, dripping down into Michael's hand. "I love you," Gerry breathed raggedly, feeling like his heart would break with so much feeling. "I'll always be here for you. I swear it."

Michael blinked his eyes open again, and they glowed slightly in the low light. "I know you will, love," he whispered. "You always will."

#the magnus archives #gerry keay #michael shelley #gerrymichael #doorkeay #if you see any plot here no you don't #I've been wanting to give thr boys matching tattoos for a while #rebelwriting

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