#now once a year i just agonize abt what to do w one of his emotionally significant belongings that ended up w me in the move

[joelletwo]

[its own post and not in the tags] five years later i have spent muuuuuuuuuuch time agonizing over finding the limits of my responsibilities and the exactitudes of my fuckups and how profusely and heartfelt i would apologize for them if he ever came wanting one. however i also suspect unless he got more well-balanced about a lot of things real quick in this time that he would put more blame on me than im interested in taking.

and now that im no longer thinking about this every single day ive lost some of the authenticity of my desire to prostrate myself in repentance and go for the more kneejerk instinct to blame /him/ for more than he was actually responsible for lol. and some like. preemptive unfair irritation at the expectation of him blaming me for things.

and so [avpd wins!] i still think the best option for both of us is to continue not crossing paths and dredging this up lol. bc i think all i could manage politely is the heartfelt but precise apology and then i would have nothing else i wanted to interact w him about without fighting kjsfg. thank u me every day for irritating him into giving up the pretense about wanting to stay friends so i could work this all out in the privacy of my brain and not At him

[moonstandardtime]

hunter toh in my botw au.....oh i could go on and on abt this au. i think ill do lumity next?

feel free to ask question abt the au. please do actually. to get you started heres some base info under the cut. its VERY ramble-y.

base character matchups are Luz as Zelda, Hunter as Link, and Belos as Ganon. this au doesnt involve much from TotK bc i havent finished it but. given the story it will definitely come into play!

basic story/plot/exposition is that 10,000 years ago, the sheikah Made a Hero for the future. just in case. extra safety measure or whatever. they saw how difficult it was to overcome the calamity and were like, hey, what if we made the ideal hero for future hyrule? make it easier. and so they do. they Make a Guy (caleb is the first hero (yknow the one in the hyrule historia manga bit) so his bones arent available to use for a grimwalker. so idk if hunter is a grimwalker of the 10k hero or if hes made entirely independently bc the sheikah. probably could do that) and stick him in the shrine of resurrection. this is the true purpose of the SoR: its really more of a shrine of stasis, to keep this manmade hero alive till hes needed. think cryogenic stasis or whatever.

so. hunter sleeps in the SoR for 10,000 years. has an awful time. one of the first (maybe The first) fic i read on ao3 was about what the SoR was like for botw link and it. stuck with me. so now i incorporate it into everything i make for botw if possible. anyways he has a miserable time, which is important because he had this miserable time for 10,000 years instead of just 100. Anyways. like botw link, he loses his memories. unlike botw link, they are inaccessible. period. there is no remembering Shit. besides like. vague vibes that he was instilled with. turns out if you make a person and tell them for their entire short existence that theyre made for a thing, then even if they forget everything else they Will still remember that theyre made for a thing. even if they dont really. so yeah all hunter knows is that he is not a person, that he exists for a Reason, and how to breathe. and other basic bodily functions. hes basically a big baby with a hero complex.

the rest of the au takes place "pre-calamity". i have a vague idea on how the actual calamity takes place (and how to make it similar to botw w/out so much death bc i have thought Very Much about this specific time period and not whatever the hell would be going on a century later. lmao.)

so. when the SoR is Discovered by sheikah researchers everyone is Very Surprised at the Whole Human Boy inside. because well. that should not be possible. this thing was difficult as hell to get into and also there was quite a bit of rock in the way! so they assume him to be dead and just miraculously preserved by the SoR fluid. And then he wakes up screaming (imagine being in the most agonizing sensory deprivation tank ever for 10,000 years and then abruptly being exposed to the world again. not fun!) and everyone is like OH SHIT ITS ALIVE.

eventually they get him out and not having the worst overstimulation meltdown in the history of all time and space and get back to hashtag Researching. some ppl focus on him (taking care of him (like i said. big baby with a hero complex), figuring out what the hell is up with him, etc) and others continue examining the SoR. the ppl with hunter make very little progress. because just bc hes not having the worst overstimulation meltdown in the history of all time and space, it doesnt mean he has a clue whats going on at all. or that hes not still having one of the worst overstimulation meltdowns in the history of all time and space. the ppl at the SoR, however, find a plaque with his name and vague purpose for existing, as well as the sheikah slate. yippee!!!

after all this, once hes less. of a big baby with a hero complex ig. we move to more character-focused stuff than exposition. so ill end this here for now. if you read all this you are very invited to talk to me abt this! i would love that! a good place to start i think would be with explaining characters. most of the important characters in the show are in this au. and i do mean most. there is quite a lot going on

[bisoras]

962 words, also on ao3

seiner concussion au rewrite of smth i wrote like 49 years ago w medical/first aid inaccuracies out the wazoo that now i have my first responder licence i felt better abt writing and sharing it

do not be fooled tho this is fluff

maybe like hurt/comfort or angst/fluff but w/e ok it’s sappy at the end

they’re so gay

im gay

it’s a beautiful gay day and to quote @zackfairvevo “do it for pride month”

also “that otp that calls each other by any other name but their first names and then one of them gets hurt” prompt

also also “i want you to picture seifer washing hayners knuckles and bandaging his wounds and kissing him on the forehead and then rubbing his hair happy pride month” prompt from lex tagged above

Hayner never banked on him being the one to hurt Seifer. He always felt like it would be the opposite way -- Seifer would be the one to hit him too hard, to send him flying in the other direction, to give him a concussion and knock him out too long for comfort. Instead, it proved to be the other way around, and while Seifer lied motionless on the ground and his hand went lax around his Struggle bat Hayner felt at least a dozen emotions run through him at once.

First he wanted to laugh at Seifer’s act, impressed by his commitment to the scene to fall so heavily and his head connecting with the pavement. Then he rolled his eyes and waited one, two, three, four agonizing seconds as Seifer continued to lay immobile.

Then he cursed and a trickling sort of fear trailed over his spine, chilling him to the bone as he took one step closer to the blonde before he dropped to his knees next to Seifer.

“Almasy?” he asked, voice heavier than he meant for it to come out, but Seifer never stayed down so long. “Almasy,” he repeated. His hands went to Seifer’s shoulders and he rocked them back and forth. The way Seifer’s body moved with so little resistance did nothing to settle Hayner’s fraying thoughts.

“Come on, Almasy,” he continued, and his hands found the point under Seifer’s jaw, feeling for the heartbeat that thumped evenly underneath his fingertips. “Wake up.”

The silence of the Sandlot around them made every sound that much louder. Hayner floundered at what to do, one hand resting at Seifer’s pulsepoint and the other over his chest, feeling for his heartbeat in both places as if they were his own, ready to act at a moment’s notice if either one stopped.

He cursed and moved both hands up to Seifer’s head, removing the other teen’s hat. His hands felt for any injuries to his skull, because damn it if he was just going to sit there doing nothing while Seifer --

“I swear to God--” he began, but his throat tightened with panic and cut the words short. He didn’t want to finish that sentence. He didn’t want to entertain any idea that Seifer wouldn’t wake back up.

And then, so quietly he nearly didn’t hear it, Seifer groaned, his eyebrows coming together and mouth pinching just enough to make a difference, and Hayner froze, his hands stilling at Seifer’s shoulders.

“Seifer?” he asked, his voice hurried, the words coming to a halt between them.

Seifer cracked open one eye, muttering a quiet, “Fuck,” before he focused his gaze on Hayner, still hovering above Seifer’s body.

“You’re bleeding,” he stated, eye locked on Hayner’s knuckles. He blinked once, twice, a third time before opening both of them up and Hayner felt himself relax at the sight of the man’s shockingly aquamarine eyes.

“It’s nothing,” Hayner assured him, wiping the blood away on his shorts. He watched Seifer cough -- then wince -- and prop himself up on the Sandlot platform. “I’m fine. How are you?”

Seifer chuckled (and winced again) but he met Hayner’s eyes evenly, and answered, “I hurt like hell, Chickenwuss. What’s got you so worked up?”

Hayner turned a glare at Seifer, but it didn’t last long, nor did it hold any true vehemence.

“You went down,” he said instead, careful to keep his eyes locked with Seifer’s. The other teen’s look of concern didn’t help Hayner’s anxiety, though. “You stayed down.”

“You were worried about little ol’ me?” Seifer teased, but his eyes sobered and he reached a hand out, his fingers ghosting over Hayner’s arm, dragging down until he reached the still bleeding knuckle that first caught his eye.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not going down that easy,” he said. It was with an infuriating sort of gentleness that his hand enveloped Hayner’s, thumb brushing over the wounds softly, uncharacteristic only in how slow he made sure to move -- perhaps for his own concussed state as much to ease Hayner’s mind.

“Are you gonna help me up and check me out, then, Doctor?” he asked a moment later, effectively ruining the moment, but it brought a grin to Hayner’s face all the same.

“Shut up, okay? At least I know CPR. I was ready to save your life, you know.”

Seifer shrugged as Hayner ran his hands back through his hair and over his scalp, and a smile teased at the corner of his mouth. “Would you have given me mouth-to-mouth?”

“Well, you still had a pulse and could breathe on your own so I wouldn’t have had t--” he stopped, Seifer’s words registering and then he sat back, glaring at his partner. “I should let you fend for yourself after that one.”

But Seifer only grinned and reached back out to pull Hayner close, pressing his lips to Hayner’s neck. “I think I’m having trouble breathing,” he teased. “Mouth to mouth is the only way to save me, Hayner.”

“Oh, for the love of --” Hayner began, but soon he was dissolving into laughter against Seifer’s lips.

When he pulled away, Hayner pressed their foreheads together, and with their eyes locked onto one another’s he said, “You’re more concussed than I thought if you’re this goofy and we’re in the middle of the Sandlot in the middle of the day.”

Seifer shook his head. “It was the near death experience I just went through. I need to stop taking who and what I care about for granted and live life to the fullest.” He leaned forward again, eyes going soft as his mouth found Hayner’s once again.

Hayner only chuckled. “Yeah, definitely concussed. Come on, we should get you home.”

“Only if you come with.”