#sure maybe she didn't know it would kill her but also like?? wouldn't bleeding out kill you anyway so it wouldn't matter

[micechicken]

Everything I learn about Hazbin Hotel makes me realize that the creator has no actual understanding of a Christianity and sucks at making characters that make actual sense and HAVE A BRAIN

[screamingcrows]

Sohreh's demise

It's always struck me as being odd how Sohreh dying is described in the Zandik's legacy note collection.

Read more of my depression fuelled 4pm after working 10 hours thoughts below lmao

Firstly, there's the description of the attack on the group by the killing machine. From Sumeru Investigation Team's Note we get "...We buried Dastur Sohreh and sent the wounded back." Which must mean that Sohreh was either alive during the attack on the group, or the attack happened just after Sohreh passed. Combined with the Ragged Attendance Record which states "...Dastur Sohreh of Amurta has been critically injured under the attack of Rishboland Tigers. In need of first aid..." This puts the tiger attack before the accident, how much time is unclear. (It also makes me wonder what it was Zandik did that is mentioned as the third reprimand, since him being suggesting to bring the ruin machine back happens afterwards). Another option is that they use the tiger thing to cover up what it actually was. The ruin hunter (the flying ones) has a spinning attack and a sharp pointed arm, that could have caused the lacerations implied to have killed Sohreh? I'm continuing with the theory of two separate attacks because I don't have the brainpower to process both options right now, remind me to come back to it.

Now, it strikes me as weird that they'd send the wounded back after the killing machine incident, but didn't send Sohreh back after the tiger attack. This makes me think that they must've happened very close together time-wise, although not too close since they had time to make a note for Sohreh needing first aid. I'm aware that the living cannot carry their dead with them, but them burying her tells me that everyone in attendance for this expedition (or at the very least the sage since he would've had the highest rank) must've found satisfactory explanation for how she passed. Otherwise he should've had the corpse brought back to the matra or whoever does autopsies in Sumeru.

Good, okay. But an autopsy was performed later. Yes and no, the body was dug up and examined but it is referred to as a dissection. It's clearly not an official document used for anything in the Akademiya. If it was, why would it be found outside if Port Ormos? And they would've hopefully used 'autopsy' and not dissection. A dissection is usually more of an open up and look for anything out of the ordinary sort of deal, and it's considered somewhat disrespectful to use for human subjects (even if it would technically be correct). To know where her body was, it must've been someone on the expedition or getting help from someone who attended. I don't believe it would make sense for anyone but Zandik himself to dig her up and keep it a secret.

He finds a fatal injury, a wound on her throat but can't determine a cause of death (a fractured hyoid isn't necessarily fatal, and I'm relatively certain strangulation wouldn't leave a wound. Bruises and fractures sure) Maybe someone tried to stop the bleeding from the wound on her throat and crushed the bone in the process? Like people sometimes break ribs doing cpr.

I know there's a prevalent theory that he killed Sohreh because she learned something she shouldn't and he needed to silence her. But based on the time frame gauged above, she would've had time to communicate that something was wrong.

I don't think Zandik killed Sohreh. If he did, why would he go back to investigate? And why in the first place does he go back to investigate when he was likely there for the tiger attack and certainly for the ruin machine attack? I honestly don't know. Sheer curiosity, while plausible, seems unlikely to me just because of the amount of work and risk involved in pulling something like that when you're probably already under the Matra's watchful eye. I'll continue to stew over what he could be looking for with that dissection...

[drkmgs]

You were my yes, but I was only your maybe

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warning: blood...

"You were my yes, but I was only your maybe."

Those words rang through Wednesday's head, after a big fight with you. This would be the first and last, Wednesday said to herself. The torture her heart was under is beyond her. It feels like someone stabbed it with a rainbow machete and pounded it with a glittered hammer.

Wednesday knew she lacked in being caring, sharing her emotions, and being affectionate. Even though you knew, you still chose her out of 8 billion people. You were patient with her and tried your best to understand her but you couldn't understand how easy was for her to just dismiss you after a boy named Tyler came into view.

You were mad. mad mad. You've never been mad at her. How could you be mad at Wednesday Addams? When she just speaks the truth and that is what hurt you. You asked her about Tyler, she told you everything, yes, everything, even the kiss.

How could she do that to you? She knew you were struggling at school without her, whilst she was here at Nevermore, 'getting along' with a boy named Tyler. You convinced your parents to send you to Nevermore to be just with her and upon your arrival, that's the first thing you had to find out.

Even Enid — Wednesday's roomie is furious with her, if she had known, that Wednesday had a partner she wouldn't have pushed her to meet Tyler or anyone, but it already happened.

You are officially broken and don't know what to do. You're new in this Academy, you don't know anyone, and the only person you know broke your heart. Instead of sulking, you went for a walk, to take a breather from all the drama.

You were so busy with your thoughts, it was too late when you realized you weren't on a walking path anymore, you were way into the woods and can bearly see the Academy. You jumped when you hear leaves break near you, but there was nobody. You're sure you're alone, but you can feel someone is watching you.

When you turned around, a monstrous beast was leaping at you with its claws slashing right at your stomach. You let out a bloody scream, before falling into unconsciousness.

Xavier: Help! I need help here!

Xavier screams when he arrived at Nevermore Academy with your body in his arms. All students gathered around you and some of them ran to get help or hide from the sickening sight.

Enid: Oh my god! Y/N!

When Enid screamed your name, the pigtailed girl rush to see what was happening. There she saw you on the ground with three big gashes on your stomach bleeding out. Your skin was as pale as hers. She could tell you already lost a lot of blood with this information she moves to take Xavier's side and removes her sweater to press it on your wounds.

You groan in pain as you felt her pressing down. Now Wednesday was glad that you were still making sounds and to confirm you weren't dead yet with the energy left in you, you hold her hand. Even though everything is blurry to you, you could tell she was crying. You smiled at her and shook your head.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! I swear if you die, I will kill you!

You're slowly drifting away again. Your hand is slowly losing its grip on Wednesday.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! Focus on me!

She grabbed your hand and squeezed it to get a response from you, but you couldn't do it back. You had no more energy in you. Even keeping your eyes open was getting difficult, not long enough you're gasping for air and coughing up blood.

Everyone around you is crying. When the ambulance came, they had difficulties removing Wednesday from you. She didn't want to let go of your hand. Principal Weems had to drag her away from you with the help of other Nevermore students, who were also crying.

Enid had to hug Wednesday, so she would stop shaking and reaching forward to you, as they put you in the ambulance.

Weeks passed and no one knows what happened to you. No one asked Wednesday, it's more likely nobody had the guts to ask her. You can't blame them, ever since that happened Wednesday was out for herself. She would mindlessly go through her day, like an automatic corpse.

Now is a great example, she's sitting at the quad, mindlessly staring at her food. While the others are engaging in conversations. All of them were silenced when someone walked through the quad.

:I think this is yours.

A freshly washed sweater was placed in front of Wednesday's food tray. She slowly looked up, it was like magic, when her gloomy pale face, lit up with light color, giving her face a much more alive look.

Wednesday: Y/N.

That was all Wednesday could say and went straight up hugging you.

Y/N: I have missed you too.

You whispered hugging her back with a smile.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

A Life in the Hands of the Enemy -- Villain reluctantly saves Hero's Life part 4

Warnings: violence, bleeding, near-death experience, captivity whump, cruel Villain whumper

Amber stayed quiet. Zack's frustration bubbled to the surface. All he wanted was an explanation. Was that too much to ask for?! With a growl, he suddenly reached out and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there, before digging his fingers straight into one of her bandaged wounds.

An agonized scream of pain tore loose from her, and she doubled over, coughing violently and shaking all over.

"Let's try again, shall we?" Zack's voice dripped with venom.

"OKAY, okay! You win..." Amber rasped weakly, head drooping. "The enemy I faced... was like no one I've ever met before. He was so, unnaturally strong..." She trailed off, gaze growing distant and foggy. "His power... he had powers like mine. Which should be impossible, considering he was merely human. Only people like me have that kind of magic potential." She leaned back against the wall with a wince to rest.

"He wasn't alone, either. I walked straight into an ambush. And his henchmen... there were only three of them, but they were strong. Strong as I was. And I..." She hesitated. "I... I got in over my head, okay?" She finally spat.

"Huh. And I never thought I'd see the day a normal human laid you low..." Zack scoffed.

A long silence fell between them, before Amber spoke again. "If I may ask... Why did you save me?" She croaked, changing the subject.

"Because I've seen you fight before... I've fought you before. I know how powerful you are. And how much it takes to truly hurt you. So seeing you so gravely wounded... I knew that whoever inflicted the damage must have been pretty darn strong." Zack got up and started pacing.

"And the problem is, I'm smart enough to know my own limits. I accept and acknowledge that you can usually beat me in battle. In the past I've only escaped you because of sheer luck, nothing more, hard as it is to admit. Which means... that if someone strong enough to nearly kill you is out there, I better make sure they're not my enemy. And if they are..." He paused, fixing her with a grave look.

"I might need extra firepower to eliminate them. I might need a weapon like you."

"I'm not a weapon," Amber spat. "I'm a person with powers that can be used to either help or hurt."

"Power is power." Zack shrugged indifferently. "Basic point is that saving you might be worthwhile for me. On any other day I wouldn't care less if you live or die... but now, we might have a common enemy, one that I may not be strong enough to take out on my own. I look forward to seeing how the situation plays out."

"And how do you plan to proceed, now that all cards are on the table?" Amber challenged.

"I'm going to see if I can track down this new character, determine for myself if they are friend or foe. Who knows, maybe I won't need you alive after all! How fun would THAT be?" Zack cackled darkly, a loud, cruel sound, before becoming serious again. "Oh, and one more question... how did you find me? The alley you were in was only a block away from my hideout. If that's a coincidence, I'll be darned. Were you trying to find me to help you or something?"

Amber averted her gaze, shifting uncomfortably.

"Answer me!" He snapped, and she winced.

"Fine. Yes, I knew where your hideout was. I also knew I wouldn't make it back to my headquarters, as injured as I was. My only hope was to try and make it to your hideout and beg for help, pathetic as that is. I've been keeping tabs on you for longer than you realize," she replied, lifting her head to meet his eyes.

"W-What?" Zack sputtered. "That's impossible! My security is impenetrable!"

"Clearly not, because the proof is sitting right in front of you." Amber gestured meaningfully to herself.

"Then why not strike sooner? If you knew where I was hiding, why didn't you attack?"

"Because I had larger threats to deal with at the time. So I had to prioritize. Also, I couldn't risk you moving to a new location. I knew where you were, so I decided to let you stay there until I could find time to swing by. Didn't imagine it would be quite like this, though." She let out a single wheezing laugh but clutched her side at the pain it cost her.

"I'm not sure if I should be offended that I'm not higher on your threat list." Zack folded his arms over his chest and glowered.

"Believe me, in the kind of life I live, you're the least of my worries. Fighting you is a walk in the park compared to some of the other villains I'm up against."

"Mmhmm..." Zack tapped his chin thoughtfully. "And why me?"

"What?"

"Why did you come to me for help? I mean, what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," Amber admitted grimly. "I only knew I was too injured to make it back to my headquarters, and your hideout was the closest place I knew of. I obviously couldn't show up at a random civilian's house. Imagine the chaos that would cause." She shuddered.

"...So your plan was seriously to just hand yourself over to your greatest enemy and hope they didn't kill you?" Zack gawked at her in disbelief.

"Pretty much. And it worked, didn't it? I understand your thought process. I know how you work. You're an analytical thinker. Always analyzing possibilities and outcomes, inquisitive by nature. I hoped that you would want to keep me alive for questioning, thus creating internal conflict between killing me or satisfying curiosity." Amber quirked an eyebrow. "Your mind is your greatest tool, but also your greatest weakness. You're more predictable than you think."

Zack was seething mad, but also deeply unsettled by how accurate it was. She knew him better than he thought.

"Hmph. Clever," he snorted. "You're lucky my curiosity won out in the end."

"I suppose I am," Amber answered smugly.

He bristled even more. He hated it when people agreed with his barbed remarks. Took all the satisfaction out of it. He spun on his heel and started stalking out of the room.

"H-Hey! Wait! You can't leave me here! My team members will be searching the whole city for me! And if they find me here--"

Zack cut off Amber's protests with a raised hand, turning back to look at her with a smug, wolf-like grin. "I don't think I have anything to worry about. They don't know where my hideout is, do they?" Her reaction confirmed his suspicion. He was always five steps ahead.

"Ha! I knew it! You're not the only one who does their homework. You like to categorize information on your enemies by yourself, leaving your 'team members' out of the majority of your plans. They don't have a clue I live here, do they?" He laughed at her dry scowl. "Classic uno-reverse." He chuckled to himself as he turned and walked out of the room, even as Amber shouted threats after him.

"You're in MY house, so you better follow my rules! Keep yelling, and I'll gag you!" Zack called over his shoulder. He smiled at the immediate silence his words created. She knew him well enough to know he wasn't joking.

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[garnetblackwater]

The Rustle of Leaves

Human female x forest guardian

Chapter 2-He Who Dwells

Back to present

Vanessa listened for its movement in the brush and trees. It was on her right and slightly behind. It was maintaining a distance, just watching her movements. Making sure she went the way it wanted.Whatever beast this was, whatever monster this was, it was sentient enough to understand her. And vile enough to keep her running as part of its game. Was it to get her tired, exhausted so she couldn't fight? Vanessa didn’t want to wait and find out. 

She started moving left, just as it wanted. The creature moved forward still on her right. This is the moment. Suddenly she turned heel, hands pushing off the ground to maintain momentum. Back and to the right, the direction it came from. It comes to a sudden stop. Was it contemplating? Confused? No time to find out. She just had to keep moving.

Vanessa was running out of steam. The fear induced adrenaline she’d been running on subsiding and quickly. She had to make a decision fast, too tired to be a part of this sick game any longer. It was getting darker and harder to see in the density of the trees. She wouldn't be able to hide from it. She’s not heavily bleeding but any hunting animal would smell her. And whatever it is behind, is definitely a predator. 

I can’t keep doing this! I can’t keep running! 

Vanessa slowed down, walked up to a tree, leaning for a moment while she caught her breath, “Fuck this shit,” she mumbled to herself. 

Vanessa walked out to a more open area. Of all the ways to go! Did all that cardio to still get run down! 

“Hey you shit! If you plan to kill me just do it. I’m done with whatever sick game this is! Fuck you, I’m not here for you entertainment anymore!” She huffed out into the quiet of the forest, the shadows growing around her as the sun set. 

“Are you sure? I am quite enjoying this moment.”

Vanessa gasped and looked up. In the boughs of the trees ahead, she heard it speak. Low and dangerous. She looked ahead searching for any indication of it. Nothing. Only darkness. 

“Well I’m glad you are having fun. Oh wait, I'm not. Go fuck yourself.” Vanessa held herself shaky, but defensively. She's not some world class fighter, but she also didn't plan to go down without a fight. Or at least without leaving a mark to be remembered by.

The creature laughed, deep and hearty. It had moved closer, not by much, but closer nonetheless. “Planning to fight? Maybe you are not as helpless as you seemed.”

“If I must.” Vanessa raised her fists, “I don’t plan to make this easy for you.” She was catching her breath, but she could feel her body getting tired. She had been running for so long, and who knows what damage the fall fully caused. 

“Hmmm…. What is your name?” He hasn't moved. In fact he sounds comfortable. Relaxed even. The bastard.

“Ha! No way am I falling for this. I've read enough about fae and the like to know that's a bad idea. Give me yours first.” Yes, keep him talking. Gather your energy.

“The closest I can give you is Tenebris Arbores.” He still hadn't moved. She glared, right where she believed him to be. She wouldn’t give him any reason to believe she is not prepared for his attack.

“Arbor, as in trees. Tenebris. I know this. Ummm black, or dark? So Darkwood? Black forest?”

He hummed from the same spot, as if satisfied with the response.

“You are also intelligent. Good.”

“Yes. Well. I read a lot.” She was thrown off by his words, a seemingly genuine compliment. 

Vanessa gripped her shoulder, the pain wasn't bad before, but now that the fear was gone, adrenaline no longer coursing through, the pain was hitting like a truck. The fall was worse than she thought.

“You are bleeding more.” He spoke, masked in what seemed to be indifference.

Vanessa snapped her gaze up to him, his physical self still lost in the trees, “Yes well I assume all that running didn’t help”

“It could be worse.” The calmness of his tone aggravated Vanessa.

“That so? Worse than waiting to become some monster's next meal? Worse than listening to you play with your food?”

“That mudslide you were heading towards begs to differ.”

Mudslide? So he was leading me away. But for my own safety. Why? 

Tenebris shifted in the trees. He was moving closer, but making it obvious that he was doing so. As if approaching a wounded animal. 

Vanessa gripped her shoulder tighter, now unsure of the situation. Tired and exhausted she moved to the point. “So what do you want and what do I have to give you for it?”

Tenebris stilled at the aggravation in her voice, before moving again. Closer. “To the point. Right. I will get you out of the forest, safely. Back to the ranger’s station. I can also help with your wounds.” He paused, waiting for Vanessa’s reaction. She gestured for him to continue, her patience wearing thin. 

“You just have to give me your name. Your full name.”

“And what will that do?”

“It will… bind you to me.”

“And what will that do?”

“Once per half moon cycle you will need to come back here. To me.”

Half moon cycles? But that's just two weeks? Why say it that way? Her blood became like ice. Frozen in place she searched for wherever he could be. “And what will I have to do?”

He chuckled, “That… is up to you.” Tenebris shuffled in the tree directly above her. 

“So, I’m bound to you. Are you bound to me?”

A beat of silence before, “I have already given you my name.”

“You gave me a name. Does not make it real.” As Vanessa spoke, the words coming out quieter than she meant, she looked to the sky. The sun was getting lower, the forest darker. Though she had much bravado, she couldn't deny the panic settling in her chest. At this point could she make it back safely? On her own? The options were quickly becoming limited. 

Her thoughts rushed. 

The pain was blooming.

Vanessa wanted to live. 

Choices needed to be made. 

Steadying herself, releasing the grip on her arm, Vanessa looked up into the Branches above her. 

“Vanessa Mae Carthwright.”

[nomoreusername]

Defender

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:After the betrayal with Aris and Teresa, you surprise everyone with what you say about it.

I didn't have a fun time betraying Thomas. I didn't want to hurt him, to hurt anyone. I didn't want to kiss Teresa or lock him in a cave.

I never wanted to do anything bad.

WICKED though, had other things to care about than what I wanted, but to be fair, when didn't they?

So yeah. I expected the backlash from everyone, even after the explanation. I mean they already didn't exactly trust me, and some of them (Minho) hadn't been so subtle about it.

Still, we had to retell the story after explaining it to a groggy, confused, injured, upset Thomas. Fun.

But alas, we didn't have a choice. We told the story from the beginning (as far as anyone needs to know) and awkwardly stood there. Well, Teresa and I. Thomas was sitting down with a halfhearted glare on his face. So much for forgiving us.

For around a minute after that everyone let Minho go off. That wasn't unexpected either.

He wasn't what I was worried about though.

Y/N.

I was focused on her, watching her reaction when we explained the kiss while hoping she knew we had to. I need my girl to know I only wanted her, only ever had eyes for her, even if I had to pretend that I didn't.

She didn't react at all though, which was worse than anything. The only thing that changed was a split second of her eyes going wide before she just nodded along to the story.

As Minho was spouting insults or lecturing or giving a speech on why we suck, that look changed though as she rubbed her forehead and took a breath.

“Minho, cut the klunk,”She spoke up, her tone walking the tightrope between a sigh and harsh demand.

“Excuse me?”He asked, looking back at her.

“Cut the klunk. What did you want them to do? Let Thomas be killed by WICKED? It's better that he's hurt than dead,”She shrugged.

“Do you not see him-”

“I do, because he isn't dead. Something he would be if they didn't do what they did. They did what they had to, and I’m not even sure you would be able to do that,”She defended, at the same time making us just gawk at her.

“Excuse me?”He scoffed.

“I don't think that you would be capable of hurting and maybe losing someone you care about to save them. I think you would be too stubborn to think it through,”She clarified.

“What if he did that to you?”He snapped.

“I’d be glad my boyfriend has enough common sense not to risk my death? I’d rather be hurt than dead,”She shrugged.

“Did you miss the kissing Teresa part? How are you not angry about that?”

“Oh no. My boyfriend made sure someone didn't die? However could he not risk Thomas’s life like that?”She deadpanned.

“Why don't you care about Thomas?”

“I kind of do. That's why I’m just happy he's not six feet under or whining that he had to see a little kissy kissy and get some blood on him. I mean seriously? If you want me to get mad at them for helping you're out of your shucking mind. If you're mad at them for helping you're also out of your shucking mind,”She shrugged.

“I would find another way to save anyone,”He defended.

“And that is why whoever you were supposed to be protecting would be dead. You wouldn't be capable of doing what they did.”

“I can look out for my friends,”He scowled.

“Maybe, but are you capable of hurting them and trusting the bad guys, resulting in you looking like one? Or would you put up too much of a fight?”She asked, standing up and putting her bag over her shoulder. “Can you walk, Thomas?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Are you breathing?”

“Yes, but-”

“Are you on the brink of death?”

“No, but-”

“Are you bleeding uncontrollably?”

“No, but-”

“Then, everything is fine. You can throw yourself another pity party about it when we're not at the risk of being attacked by Cranks. For now, everyone stop whining, and just be grateful you're alive because not everyone has that luxury,”She reminded us.

“But they-”

“Shut your trap, Minho,”She sighed, gesturing for everyone to get up. Following her, everyone did as they said. Stepping to the side, she let Minho lead again, choosing to stay in the very back. Lagging behind, I joined her.

“Aris,”She said in a sharp tone.

“Yeah?”I asked quietly.

“Whichever one of you hit him hit too close to the part of the brain that would kill him. While it was probably panicked, the jaw is a better option. It's not as close to the really important part,”She explained.

“Oh. I’ll keep that in mind in case I ever have to hit someone with a stick again?”I sort of asked.

“It's great for interrogations.”

“How do you know that?”I dared to ask.

“Don't worry about it, love,”She shrugged, squeezing my shoulder before still continuing to walk alongside me in total silence. With my mind completely quiet, I just looked at her, at her nonchalant behavior after doing something that was supposed to make her hate me. “What's up with you?”She questioned, meeting my gaze.

“Nothing. I just love you,”I answered.

“I love you too, pretty boy. I love you too. Even if people complain about you.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m kidding. Now let's keep lagging behind everyone so that I don't have to defend your sorry self again.”

“Y/N-”

“What? It's true.”

Shaking my head, I put my arm around my girl to keep her close.

To keep my flawless defender right by my side where she belonged.

[lionydoorin]

omg ur tags about amber making tara write her script!! tara writing her own death without even knowing!!!!! she was so out of it after the first attack that she didn't think to connect the dots and tell her sister about the script

i'm shaking u!!!!!

FR cause like. it would add so much to tara and amber's relationship and to amber as a character, and it'd bring so, so much to her motive and what it could cause to the franchise in the long run!!

amber did want to write a new movie for her favourite franchise. that was her motive. maybe she could be a movie buff or an aspiring filmmaker. and the legacy killings? amber directed the whole thing.

during the entirety of 5 tara doesn't even have time to think about the script. first of all, everything happened in like, two days? and her mind was elsewhere, there's no way she would connect the dots! and second of all, it would mean that amber was a suspect, something i'm sure she would never even want to consider. amber wouldn't do this to her. amber's her best friend, right?

but she did write the script. and amber did comment about it, let's say, in one of her social medias (in this case, it would be her tumblr, because i am the #1 tumblrina amber stan), so the "underground" stab fandom was fully aware that the amber freeman, who was one of woodsboro's killers (after gale writes a book on the legacy killings, since she did, even if she promised she wouldn't after 5, and now amber's name is public) was also that girl known in both the stab tumblr and subreddit.

her posts talking about the script she was working on with a friend emerged. maybe, the full script got leaked, even, if tara and amber wrote on a shared google docs or something :)

and then. new killers appear, but not initially targeting the carpenter sisters or the original survivors. instead, in the suburbs, a girl is murdered in her own house. she's stabbed repeatedly and left to bleed to death. then, another kid is dies, behind a parking lot. a mother and a son are killed in their own house. then a star athlete, followed by a film student from mindy's class. they all feel familiar. tara has heard their names before. she just doesn't know where.

imagine the guilt she would feel once she connected the dots, once she noticed that she knew all of them because she wrote their names down for her best friend. it had happened too many times at that point to be just a coincidence, and she felt sick to the stomach just thinking about it.

ghostface was back. of course he was.

[thaleleah]

ok. let's do this!

GREAT INTRO

/You think you should have - should have let him bleed to death on the clinic floor. Would God have abandoned you if you had?/ Oh my god, what's he going to do to you girl.

/“Don’t you worry,” You say. “The Lord is here with us. He will see you through. ”Whether he groans from your words or the pain, you’re not sure./

My favorite line 😂

the way she is always reaching out to smooth his face 😭 like they already have a connection.

God, she's hyping him up not to be bad but your warnings suggest otherwise 👀 (low key here for it through)

Not her having a sad backstory 😭 billy please don't be like her father.

"the clinic can't spare two" 😏 yeah...just has to be the two of them...alone in the woods...miles from anyone else...alone...together...forever.

Sister anne break your vows for Sam! god wouldn't have made him so perfect if he didn't want you to!

HE's awake! and speaking Spanish 😍 Charming as always.

Angel is such a cute nickname for her! and it suits her so well.

"Instead, he’s looking at you, head twisting so he can see your elevated frame from his laid out position. His eyes seem to pierce into yours, so blue and intense as he watches you that it makes your breathing hitch in your throat"

hmmmm ok thats hot. baby boy has already got feelings for her.

i am so nervous for the reader to be alone with him in the cabin! She seems SO sweet. I love her.

i just have a couple of questions to help me world build:

-does the reader wear the full nun outfit with the head piece and the cross?

-what type of outlaw is Billy in your story:

-poor/rich

-serial/ made one mistake

-alone/ in a group

-loving being an outlaw/ wanting to quit it'

If you're going to flesh this out in part 2, forget I asked. I can be patient.

LOVED this story, bestie! looking forward to part 2.

AAHHHHHHH IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT, BESTIE 🧡

God, she's hyping him up not to be bad but your warnings suggest otherwise 👀 (low key here for it through) She's so naive 😂 He plays her so well cause its like mostly truth but also a huge fucking lie lol. So far, in my mind, its like he's a good person - he tries to be good and wants to be good, but he's capable of being terrible and has these dark qualities about him too that make him bad. Plus with his severe lack of faith and near hatred for God, the fact that she's a nun is soooooo not a problem for him lol

"the clinic can't spare two" 😏 yeah...just has to be the two of them...alone in the woods...miles from anyone else...alone...together...forever. Seeeeee? You get it 😏

Sister anne break your vows for Sam! god wouldn't have made him so perfect if he didn't want you to! The way I made Sam so perfect 😩 Accidentally fell in love myself lolll. That man deserves the world but he settles for crumbs. AND he would give them away if Sister Ann told him too 😭

HE's awake! and speaking Spanish 😍 Charming as always. BILLY SPEAKING SPANISH MAKES MY THIGHS SHAKE I SWEAR

-does the reader wear the full nun outfit with the head piece and the cross? Yes! That's how I imagine her anyway. Not really sure what the outfit would have been during that time for sure, but I'm pretty sure it was something similar at least. So, basically the long tunic, the rope/cord tied around her waist, the head covering/veil to cover her hair, and then the rosary.

-what type of outlaw is Billy in your story? I don't think this is really a spoiler for my fic so I'll answer. (This IS a spoiler if you don't know anything about Billy the Kid's life though outside of the show sooooo idk maybe this is a spoiler for the show?) So I'm basing this off of after Billy is "killed". Irl, after he does the Lincoln County war and all that stuff, he ends up getting shot and killed by Sheriff Pat Garrett. Where he stumbles into the clinic shot is the aftermath of that scene instead of him dying. I changed the bullet wound spot to make it a little more likely that he would have survived and been able to make it to the clinic.

poor/rich So at that point, I think he would have been kinda in the middle maybe financial wise? Def not rich, but I think he probably would still have some money stashed away from the hefty paychecks he was getting when working for the House. That's my thought anyway lol.

serial/ made one mistake Billy's the definition of "good person forced to do bad things to survive". His family died when he was still in his teens so he was on his own with nothing and had to steal and rustle cattle in order to get money. Plus he killed people and escaped jail a couple times sooooo 👀

alone/ in a group At this point he's mostly alone, but he has a lot of friends or acquaintances that he can call on or stay with if he needs too.

loving being an outlaw/ wanting to quit it Little bit of both. He's wanted to be a good person and "go straight" for so long but life didn't work out for him like that and at this point when the fic starts, I'm picturing him fully embracing the outlaw life more as an inevitable and not fighting it

I hope all that made sense. Thanks for your comments, bestie! Made my day! 🧡

[momentomori24]

Welp, I finished the Clover/Axe ending two days ago and I gotta say.... yeah, I was not surprised. But also SEE I TOLD YOU SHE WAS CRAZY WHY WOULD YOU TRUST HER JUNPEI.

Seriously though, that ending was wild. First we find the body of some old man who's posed as Zero-- which I do not believe for a second. I don't have any idea who he is but Zero is at the bottom of that list. Like, look at this:

This is the most obviously staged Mastermind substitute I've ever seen in my life--and I'm a Danganronpa fan. This isn't Zero, but it is worth noting that there are and were other people on this ship with us that we haven't met yet. From the blood spill, I'm pretty sure he was killed there. And it probably wasn't Clover this time either, because how? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think she was even able to go through here before us. The killer in the Submarine ending was implied to be able to roam freely even without the keys needed to open the doors, so it was probably them. Or someone with that same privilege. I think. Question is, who are they and why aren't they here? And do they even have a bracelet?

Ok, this is the one I've been itching to address-- the revelation that Seven and Santa killed Snake. I was kinda suspecting Seven of having something to do with this, but since was the one who brought up the idea that two or more people were responsible I brushed it off (also he really grew on me after a while and I didn't want it to be him). I never suspected Santa to be guilty of anything involving this. If I had a list of potential culprits he would be at rock bottom, THAT'S how much I trusted him. He stood up for Clover and Lotus after Junpei tricked them into fighting for who gets left behind even with death looming over their heads. He agreed to stay in the game instead of escaping in favour of not leaving June behind. Despite his attitude, it was clear he hated playing dirty. He did drop some sus bombs with Santa Claus story, but his sense of fairness quashed those immediately. Seven, maybe. Lotus, most probably. Hell, I could even buy Ace (with some strong evidence tho), even tho he's such a stand-up guy. A part of me is still very delulu about him killing Snake because of all of this. It literally never registered with me that he's the only other person that could've done this (if it was 2 people that did this). They both better have a good reason because I am UPSET.

Freaking Clover, man. I don't know what happened to this girl to take the turn she did, but MAN, she really did a 180 by the end, huh? Killing Santa and Seven in supposed revenge--which, fair enough-- was not enough. She just had to take down June and Junpei too. Girl, what did we do to you? Like, if you had just killed Junpei I wouldn't have been so upset (sorry dude i swear i love you), but why JUNE? That's like killing an innocent puppy, what the heck. I know that there's something wrong with both Snake and Clover, but wow. I'm dying to find out more about them because this is... well, it's something, alright. The fact that she literally made Junpei accept her hand to escape together while he was traumatised and dazed only to whack him and leave him to slowly bleed out as she happily takes off with his bracelet was crazy tho. I hope there's a reason for why she's still going for everyone that didn't kill Snake because my man did not deserve that.

Also, damn. If I had a nickle for every time a pink/red haired girl has offered to join hands and live together at the expense of everyone else I'd have 3 nickles. Which isn't a lot, but it really is so weird it happened thrice. I'd have 2 if that same girl had the potential to end up killing me at the end.

Also, with the knowledge that Snake has a prosthetic arm and there being no mention of it as well his bracelet being cracked meaning we have no way of confirming it's number 2 almost makes me believe he's alive. Almost. I'm pretty confident he's really gone but wouldn't that be a cool twist?

Lastly, the deaths.

I could be completely off the mark but I have a theory that the other 2 endings have 2 different killers. To me, the way everyone died seemed... different. In the Submarine death, the bodies of everyone were so much more bloody than in the other Bad End. The blood splatter looks more spread out in comparison. What makes me kinda iffy about this one is that both the weapon used is supposedly a knife. It could be different people regardless, because how in the world does a knife create blood splatters worse than the literal axe in the Sub ending, but I'm not sure. We know Junpei in both endings was stabbed for sure, but we can't say the same about the others with the existance of the axe and gun. Just wanted to throw that idea out there anyway.

[lloydfrontera]

do you think the knight of iron and blood, had it been finished before lloyd transmigrated, would've headed in a javier/alicia direction? kinda intrigued by the whole "knight saving embittered monarch after losing his lord" dynamic...

ooohhhh that would be very compelling actually

i think one of the bk moon's greatest crimes is that we just get hints of the overarching plot of "knight of blood and iron" instead of the entire thing, which i get why he did, it would be very tiring to basically plan out two books just to write one and also maybe it'd be a little constricting to have to limit yourself to a book that isn't even written but!! i still think it's sad we didn't get more of it :(

but honestly as compelling as javier/alicia in the original plot would've been i don't actually think it would've happened,,, mostly because alicia murdered a lot of people and i don't see javier as someone likely to think "i can fix her" ajkshdka

from what little we know of the original plot she was a "cold blooded tyrant" which,,,

,, yeah,,

plus we do get to see a little bit of alicia going full tyrant in one of ending spoilers and it is Not Pretty

javier is very much a white and black kind of morality at the beginning and without lloyd to,,, uh, broaden his horizons (lmao) i don't know how willing he'd be to approach someone who's murdered lots of people without the express intent of,, well, kill them before they kill others y'know?

i mean the guy was fully willing to cut off the legs of a guy who had scammed his lord, i don't think he'd hesitate too much on killing an outright tyrant

so there would have to very specific circumstances for neither of them being able to kill the other on sight just so there's a chance of them,,, actually speaking ajksjdka

but i mean weirder things have happened in novels, i can totally see the novel taking that route if the author really wanted it to. i mean javier has to be that pretty for a reason y'know? maybe the first part of the story is just havier getting strong enough to go toe to toe against the queen but not so much that he can defeat her easily so they're locked into a never ending series of battles against each other so they keep meeting again and again. and then along the way a sort of begrudging respect for the other develops and maybe that allows the queen to be moved by javier's selflessness and bravery, his refusal to let innocent people be hurt without trying to do something about it, reminding her of when she cared about her people like that, when she tried to be a good ruler and a good person.

maybe in one particular battle, javier gets hurt saving an innocent that had gotten caught in the crossfire and they both know if he tries to keep fighting her he will surely lose but he still stands up and puts himself in between her and her army and the people he's trying to protect because it's the only thing he can do now.

and maybe instead of continuing the fight and pressing her advantage like he expects her to do, alicia retreats, muttering something about there being no honor in defeating a injured enemy.

and javier is left standing there, bleeding and exhausted but surprisingly alive, completely confused because,,,, was that,,, mercy from the queen??? from the evil tyrant he's been trying to defeat for so long now??

and maybe something shifts between them after that, their fights aren't quite the same now, their moves not quite as intent to kill as they had been before

maybe there's a little more between them than just respect

but that's just maybe idk i wouldn't know :)

[ctrl-shift-escape]

"January 11th again..." Alice muttered as she looked at her phone. She also had the mandatory panic attack as soon as she realized she was alive - not bleeding out, in pain, or blind from whatever happened yesterday - or futureday - or whatever.

College didn't prepare her for anything like this. Sure. She was a dropout. But she's pretty sure it probably still wouldn't have help-

"Focus, Alice, focus," she pats her face to put herself back in the game. "Okay, I've gone back in time. Back to January 11th. After I died. And I'm going to die again if nothing changes between now and the 13th."

Her gaze moves past her bedroom window and towards the island with the two cooling towers pumping steam into the sky.

"Because that power plant is going to explode in all of its nuclear glory. But that doesn't make sense. A nuclear power plant can't do tha-"

Well, it did apparently. And it blew up spectacularly. Doubting what just happened is going to get her nowhere - or maybe just end up getting her killed again.

"What do I do?" she plays with the phone in her hands, tempted to call her doctor, but she doubted the doctor would take her seriously. She's not smart enough to figure this out on her own - she can acknowledge that. Weird time shenanigans and an exploding nuclear power plant are both way outside her area of expertise - and probably the expertise of anyone else she knows.

She glances over at her computer before saying nervously, "I guess...it's worth a shot. If people make fun of me too badly, I can always just make another account. Haha."

[causewhywouldnti]

My thoughts as I’m watching 24 seasons of law & order svu:

Season 16

16x01, start of Carisi. Did Benson just threaten to have the perp killed?

16x02, I like that Carisi is layered and not just agrees with the senior detectives. This episode seems extremely racist.

16x03, is it a smart move to have Amaro talk to the "accuser" of the woman who accused him of sexual harassment? Slitting one's wrists would bleed a lot more than that. I’m very distracted by the lawyer's crooked nose.

16x04, feeling for a pulse on the posterior tibial artery was an interesting choice by Benson, like why not go for the carotid artery? And they left the wrapping on Noah’s i.v. Bandage…

16x06, I really like Carisi, which surprised me. Mostly because I’m still meh about Amaro and Rollins. Also, that girl needs some serious help!

16x07, that dig at Stabler was not necessary!

16x11, if nothing else, I at least enjoyed the opening song.

16x12, I guess this is how Tucker and Benson start.

16x13, Benson really seems to like to leak to the press. Carisi is still my fave, just calling people out.

16x15, Declan is back.

16x16, I get why the Barba/Benson ship exists, doesn't mean I ship it though.

16x17, seeing all the men excusing the rape of them as sex is really hard to watch!

16x21, Cragen is back.

16x23, Not sure how I feel about Benson and Amaros final conversation. I kind of doubt that she didn't grow during the Stabler era. In fact, it kinda renders the first 12 seasons story arc useless according to her. Because there was definitely a difference between season one Benson and season twelve’s. I appreciate that she acknowledged how consuming the relationship (or whatever it was) with Stabler was. And also kind of annoyed that she specifically says, that with him (Amaro) and his support she now has a family. As that implies that had Stabler been her partner, she wouldn't have adopted Noah. Considering how supportive Stabler was of her getting a family, I find that implication wrong. And correct me if I’m wrong, but Amaro didn’t really play a part in the adoption arc? Now if she had said she’d grown on a professional level, I could somewhat support that, seeing as she made sergeant. Then again, we didn't really see a lot of Amaro/Benson as partners. It took a while until they were partnered up, then he got demoted so they didn't work together, and finally she made sergeant, and again they didn't really work together. So maybe she was able to grow because that partnership never got so familiar and intense? Maybe this is also because of shipper glasses and a general lack of care of Amaro's character, what do I know?!

Benson seems to mostly be whispering this season, and I don’t know why.

"Mute that witch!" Carisi 16x13

"Am I right, councillor?" "Seldom" Carisi and Barba 16x16

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Hey hey I'm here with more scenarios with angst to give!~

Ok. So one day everyone was invited for a tea party at Diavolo's castle, but sadly barbs had to go on some urgent business, however he had left some tea and sweets for everyone to enjoy.

As a servent place everyone's teat in front of them. MC was the last to receive her cup. The tea looked pitch black. MC looked at the cup suspensly before looking at belpies cup. It seemed to be the same so she shrugged it of. She then took a big glup of the strong tea.

It tasted bitter and sweet.

So she continues to drink the tea and then went to grab a slice of chocolate cake when something felt off.

Something didn't feel right

"MC?" Luke asked as placed his own tea cup down."you look pale are you alright?"

Before MC could answer she notice something crowling up her hands. Black vains were appearing in her body. Then.

Blood.

At least a cup full of blood came out of MC mouth.

Everything And everyone became silent.

"whoops, sorry" MC said in a weak voice.

(here it is~)

Welcome back! I'm not the best at writing gore, but I'll try my best! Enjoy

the obey me cast reacts to the aftermath of mc eating a suspicious cake

-> brothers and side characters x mc (luke platonic)

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: angst, (implied) drugging, blood, lesson 16 spoilers and mentions, mentions of death, torture mentions

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Lucifer

what just happened? did barbatos put something in the food? was it the servant?

whoever did this got themself in great trouble

lucifer would recognise the symptoms of whatever is happening, so he might have a spell to cure it

Mammon

screams very loudly

this reminds him of that time belphie killed you, and you were laying there, bleeding out in his arms

mammon quickly starts begging lucifer, satan, diavolo or solomon to do something to help you

Leviathan

he was looking at something on his ddd, so he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings at first

then levi heard an awful sound coming from you, so he looked and the sight almost gave him a heart attack

immediately starts blaming himself, maybe if he paid more attention to things around him this wouldn't have happened

Satan

quickly tries to find a healing spell of some sort before turning his aggression on the servant

he doesn't think barbatos drugged the cake, since mc got sick after he left

anyways, hopefully that servant likes torture

Asmodeus

he also screeches

asmo holds you as somebody tends to your injury

when you seem to be doing better, he calls barbatos, telling him what had happened and asking him to look into the past to find the culprit of this incident

Beelzebub

why is this happening?

he ate the same food as you, so why are you getting problems, and not both of you? was there a non-human-safe ingredient in something?

beel can't lose you too, first lilith and now this, he hopes somebody can heal you

Belphegor

he gets flashbacks to that time when he killed you, and boy does that scare him

belphie is terrified he's going to lose you again, and hopes somebody got a spell for this

he will also find out who caused this, and they will be screwed

Diavolo

this is the biggest scare of his life

and he's lived for very long, that says something

luckily, he knows a few spells that might help the situation, he was able to revive lilith as a human, so he could help you too

Barbatos

he didn't know what had happened until after asmo called him, shock apparent in his voice

immediately leaves whatever business he had to attend to

he needs to make sure how everyone is doing, more importantly, he needs to check whether you are alright or not

Simeon

this is not something he could have seen coming

he quickly turned luke away from the gruesome sight, to spare his sanity

he tries to use whatever power he possesses as an angel to attempt to help you

Luke

he didn't see much of what just happened because simeon almost immediately turned him away

but he did hear everything, everyone's panicked voices, the sound of blood being coughed up

he wants to help, but sadly he can't

Solomon

uses every healing spell he knows and hopes one works

solomon tries to stay calm, but on the inside, everything's chaos

he doesn't know what he would do without you, he already didn't spend much time with you, he'd regret everything if you left him

[aftqrglow]

A Blessing, Beautiful And True

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: use of she/her pronouns; swearing if you squint; mentions of death; mentions of food

a/n: this is a rewrite of one of my old fics that i absolutely hated with my entire being. i hate this a little bit less djaksjsjs also pls ignore how i literally cannot write a good ending to save my life.

dedicated to @xsamsharons for lending me her name. i hope i did it justice mi amor ily <3

Bucky learnt to value things.

Not the great, terribly material things people around him seemed to rush after. Not money, not even when he was barely getting by.

No, for Bucky, it was the small, seemingly insignificant things.

The tiny toy WWII soldier figurine he found at a yard sale one Tuesday afternoon, the one with the missing arm. The near-exact model of the car his father used to drive—rusted around the tiny steel axel, the rubber wheels worn from use. That yellow screwdriver set that sat at the very back of the tool cabinet in the garage, unusable because of the cracked plastic handles and rusted steel, that looked exactly like the kit he had once used to fix up the plumbing in his first apartment.

Bucky was used to valuing the broken little things.

He never truly understood what loving something whole, something complete felt like—not until he met you.

You, in your white sweater and blue jeans, hair tossed up in a braid. You, your eyes that dancing with unbroken light, like the rays of the sun on the ocean on a bright summer’s day. You, with the sort of kindness he never truly thought he would ever be worthy of, not until you showed him that he was.

You, the girl he fell in love with before he could ever truly know what love was.

Steve might’ve been the first to notice. He was with him that day, the day he first saw you. They had been hunting for a Christmas present for Tony, and even though Bucky wasn’t exactly thrilled to have to attend, he wasn’t about to show up empty handed.  

Steve didn’t even realize that the sly-footed assassin wasn’t by his side until he had walked the two blocks from the mall to his car. Hands ghosting over the gun tucked into the holster hooked into his waistband, Steve retraced his steps, his heart thundering in his throat.

Until he heard Bucky’s laugh.

Not the obviously fake chuckles he used to placate those around him. No, this was the laugh he remembered, the laugh he thought Bucky had lost.

This was Bucky’s laugh—his Bucky’s laugh, before the world stole him away. Pure and innocent.

Happy—so undeniably, inexplicably happy.

The tension eased from his shoulders when he saw you. Steve knew who you were, of course. Everyone did—or at least, everyone who had been around after the Battle of New York. Everyone who had seen you walk among the rubble, bleeding through your jeans, helping dig survivors out of the rubble, guiding them to shelters. Everyone who had seen you do everything you could help those who needed it more than you did, until your legs finally gave way and the only reason you didn’t collapse to the floor was because Steve caught you.

But Steve also happened to know why you’d done it. Because you were kind. Because you were selfless. Because you knew what it was like to lose everyone you loved, and to garner the strength to build yourself up anyway.

You’d lost people too—everyone you loved, killed during the Battle. Your family. Your friends. It might’ve seemed cruel to be spared. Might’ve seemed like a cold, dark twist of fate—and for a time, it did.

Steve had never known anyone to be resilient the way you were.

And maybe, just maybe, he thought to himself, as he watched his friend from through the glass, maybe you would teach him to hold on to the tiniest sliver of hope too.

—

Bucky didn’t even like books.

The only book he’d read—aside from the coursework assigned to him in his school days—was The Hobbit. And even that had taken him an ungodly amount of time to finish.

So yeah, Bucky didn’t exactly like books.

But he still visited the tiny bookstore on the corner every day.

He didn’t even buy anything. He just looked around, running his fingertips over the spines of the books that jutted out of the wooden shelves, the sunlight turning his eyes into uncharted waters of the oceans, swimming with undiscovered secrets and untold lies.

You would talk to him. All the time, and with no trace of the usual pity or sympathy that he heard when he spoke to people. You talked to him in a way that made him feel like himself, in a way that made him feel like he just might rediscover the man he used to be.

That first time he’d seen you was burned into the back of his brain, the image of you standing there with a hip braced against a bookshelf, dressed in a white sweater and jeans, your hair pulled into a braid over your shoulder. He had watched as a strand escaped, falling into your face.

And him—he'd stood there, watching you talk to another woman he couldn't recall because really, how could he look at anything else but you? Bucky was certain he looked like a gaping idiot, both wanting your attention to turn to him, and dreading the fact that he would surely make a fool of himself if you so much as looked at him.

Back in the 40s, things would've been so much easier. He would already have said something witty to make you laugh, he would already have been telling you about the carnival down at the beach and asking if you wanted to go with him.

But when your friend left, and you asked him if there was anything you could help him with, his voice sounded strange to his own ears as he croaked, "Books?"

You had laughed—and he found himself laughing along. A true laugh—for the first time in a long time, the sound didn’t sound fake to his own ears. For the first time in a long time, he felt like himself.

Bucky had taught himself to value that which wasn’t whole—because he wasn’t, either. Love was give and take. Love was equal.

If he was to deserve your love, he would have to be whole again. If he was to deserve your love, he would make himself whole again.

—

There was a sudden shift in the way Bucky viewed the world.

It had been three days since he last saw you, but he walked in through those doors anyway. He had no cause, no reason—he just couldn’t go any longer without seeing you.

You were sitting by the bay window at the very back, reading a book. He took a second just to take you in, to get used to the fact that you weren’t just a figment of his imagination.

The second you looked up, your face split into a grin, like you were truly, genuinely happy to see him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had smiled at him that way. “Hey, you’re back! It’s Bucky, right?”

He nodded. He couldn't trust himself to speak, not when he was sure he would stumble over his words, not when he couldn't bring himself to string together a coherent sentence in your presence. 

"What can I help you with today?" you asked, snapping your book shut and placing it on the table. 

"Uh... What're you reading?"

You glanced down at your book before looking up to meet his eyes again. Blue, you thought, supressing a smile. Icy blue, but warm nonetheless—familiar in the way most things aren’t. "Wuthering Heights. You've never read it?"

He shook his head no. "Never been much of a reader, no. Is it any good?"

"It's one of my favourites," was your answer, watching as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The light caught the steel of the chain around his neck—the chain of one of those military-issue dog tags.

And maybe that was how it started—on that dreary cold Wednesday, when you'd stood next to the bookshelf by the window, telling him about your favourite book, but really all he could focus on was the late afternoon sun rendering the hue of your eyes several shades lighter, the soft slope of your nose, the fullness of your mouth. Every little detail about you was etched permanently into his mind—and he wanted to learn more.

He wanted to know everything there was to know about you. 

It was about closing time when he decided he had to go. Not because he wanted to, but because he had promised he would have dinner with Sam and Steve. And as much as Bucky wanted to stay, he was a man of his word.

Which is why when he promised you he would come see you as soon as he finished reading the book, you knew he meant it.

—

And you were right.

Two days later, he was back. 

It was raining that day, early in the morning when you were just about to open up. And there, standing under the awning in the freezing rain, was Bucky, the collar of his coat turned up against the wind, drenched to the bone.

"What're you doing here?" you asked, eyes wide.

"I just... I don't know," he said. Because he didn't. Bucky didn't even like books—but he did like being around you. There was a strange sort of calm about you, a sense of peace he'd only known in Wakanda. Around you, he was just Bucky—not Sargent Barnes, not the Winter Soldier—just Bucky. 

He liked being just Bucky.

You shook your head, but he could've sworn he saw the corner of your mouth tilt upwards as you fished your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door. "Well, come on inside. I'll turn up the heat and get you something warm to drink. Christ, Buck, you could get pneumonia or something.”

He only nodded once. It didn't matter that he wouldn't get sick—not when the serum in his veins healed his body faster than normal. It didn’t matter that even if he could sick, he wouldn’t have cared, not when you were looking at him like that, with concern in your eyes for something other than your own safety.

You had a coffee machine in the back room, you told him. He followed you, lingering in the doorway as you bustled about, humming a tune under your breath. He recognized it as a song from that one Marvin Gaye album Sam couldn’t stop talking about. He recognized it as a song he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life, if only you were the one singing it.

He recognized that, for better or for worse, you would be his undoing.

—

After that, he came to see you every day.

When the weather got colder still, he brought you steaming cups of hot chocolate from your friend Bella’s café down the street. And on the days when he didn’t, he would head into the back room and make you coffee. You’d never had to tell him how you took it—after that in the rain, he’d somehow remembered what you liked.

You weren’t about to tell him, but you remembered what he liked too.

It started out simple—plum cider that you found on your weekly trip to the farmer’s market. An old vintage copy of The Hobbit from the forties. Rubber silencers for his dog tags that he never used but carried around in his pocket anyway—until eventually, you had something new for him every week, some insignificant thing that he looked at with the kind of childlike awe that made your heart twist into knots in your chest.

He walked you home too. Every evening, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, slowing his stride so that he could walk alongside you. He would stand outside, across the street, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to walk into the apartment you shared with Bella. Only leaving when the lights came on and he knew you were safe.

Bucky wasn’t much of a talker—you learnt that about him. He would spend all day sitting quietly in a corner of your store, reading one of the books he found on the shelf of used copies you kept in the back of the room.

He seemed to love those used books more than the new ones—books someone had already read, books that had already been loved.

He felt a little that way sometimes, too. A little too used for love, not loved enough for use.

But never when he was with you.

And you—you were falling for Bucky Barnes. A little by little, day by day, without even realizing it—not until it all came rushing to you one afternoon, like a dam breaking, like the ocean of his eyes pulling you under, especially when you felt his gaze on you from time to time, watching you as you worked.

That afternoon, a new shipment of books came in. You didn’t even have to ask him for help—he was already on his feet, snapping his copy of Anna Karenina shut, mumbling a soft, “I’ve got it,” as you signed for the order. Hefted the two cartons of books like they weighed nothing at all, and carried them inside.

There was a strange tightness in your stomach as you watched him, standing in the middle of your store—the only thing the Battle of New York hadn’t taken away from you—and you wondered just how it took so damn long to realize that the feeling of familiarity didn’t lie among these books, but rather, in Bucky himself.

—

It was a slow day, so the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon restocking the shelves. He asked you about each of the books, watching your eyes light up as you talked about your favourite ones, until conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence, the two of you basking in each other’s company as you worked.

You didn't even realize how much time had passed until you heard the door open and your friend Bella breezed in. She'd been here the first day Bucky had walked in, had noticed the way your eyes shifted to him mid-conversation like you couldn’t focus on much else when he was around. “Ready for lunch, y/n?”

You looked at Bucky, opening your mouth to ask if he wanted to come along. Not because you didn’t trust him to be alone at the store, but because you wanted his company. Because being around him felt like coming home.

He only waved you off. "Go ahead. I've got plans with Stevie. I'll be here when you're back though."

You believed him. You believed that he would always be around, for as long as you wanted. And you wanted forever.

"Was that the guy from before?" Bella asked, looping an arm through yours as you left the store, walking down the street. She brushed her fiery hair out of her eyes, turning her head slightly to look at you, yellow-green eyes filled with curiosity. “What’s his name?”

"Bucky. He... He's a friend," you said. 

"Well," Bella said. "He sure doesn't feel the same way."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"Y/n, he looks at you like you put the stars in his sky. Are you sure he's just a friend?"

"I... I don't know, Bella."

Because you didn't know what else to call him. Because you and him weren't friends in the way people usually are—you had always been more.

Bucky was always more.

—

"I've barely seen you," Steve said, picking up his can of Diet Pepsi and taking a sip. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Bucky mumbled. Because how could he explain why he was spending so much time at the bookstore with someone he'd only just met? How could he explain the magnetic pull he felt toward you, the inexplicable desire to just be around you?

How could he explain the way you made him feel like himself again?

But Steve knew. Steve always knew. He saw the growing stack of novels on his friend's bedside table, saw him reading at the kitchen table, book propped up against the jug of milk.

He also knew that all this was because of y/n. Because Bucky mumbled that name when he was too exhausted to even know what he was saying. Because Bucky talked in his sleep—and Steve could hear him calling that name through the thin walls that separated their rooms. "You've been at the bookstore?"

Bucky set his drink down. There was so use denying it—his friend would see right through him. Steve had known him for too damn long to believe in his lies. "She's so... I can't even put it into words. She makes me believe that there's good in this world. That all the things I did wrong don't even matter—not when I'm with her. It’s the way she looks at things, the way she’s capable of finding a little bit of good in everything. Like she found something good in me, Steve."

Steve knew it was true. Because he hadn’t seen Bucky this way for a very long time. Because he hadn’t seen that light in his friend’s eyes in a very long time, and ever since he met you, it hadn’t gone away.

—

Bucky had to leave for a couple of days.

He didn't tell you why—just that it was a work thing. How long would he be gone? He didn't know.

"I'll be back soon," he said. "I promise."

And he was. Five days later.

But Bucky was quiet—quieter than usual. 

It was a Sunday, and you’d somehow managed to drag him along to the farmer’s market with you. He walked alongside you, hands in his pockets, like he was aching to reach out and touch you but desperately holding himself back.

He’d almost gotten himself killed on that mission.

You took up too many thoughts in his head, too much space in his heart. And when the bullet narrowly missed him, grazing his ribs, his only thought was whether or not you’d miss him if he was gone.

You deserved better than someone who’s life was tied to the death of others. Someone who didn’t have so much blood on his hands.

A few paces ahead of you, Bella walked hand-in-hand with Bucky’s friend Sam. You were glad that Bucky had introduced them, glad that Sam made Bella happy in ways you’d never really known or understood before.

“Look at them,” you said, watching with a smile on your face as Sam quietly slipped a couple of oranges into Bella’s bag. “They look real happy.”

Then, turning to look at him, you smiled, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because you might deserve better, but he was selfish and stubborn, and the only thing he had wanted in so goddamn long was you you you.

“Go out with me,” he blurted, every thread of self-control he had so carefully cultivated to keep his head in your presence snapping. He felt like he was taken back to that December evening he saw you for the first time, when the words refused to leave his mouth, when you’d rendered him tongue-tied and helpless. Only this time, he couldn’t stop the words from coming out, not as he said, “One date, y/n. One date, and if you don’t have a good time, we can just forget it ever happened and move on.”

His heart shuttered when he saw the small frown creasing your brow, your voice soft as you asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want to do this for the rest of my life with you, y/n,” he said quietly. “But for now, I’ll take that date.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding slowly. “Okay, Bucky, I’ll go out with you.”

He couldn’t help it. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you to him, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around until you were both laughing, childlike and breathless, blissfully unconscious of the knowing look on Sam and Bella’s faces.

Because really, how could he see anything but you? You had been it from the first day he saw, and you were it now—a blessing, beautiful and true.

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BTS reaction #1:- When they kidnapped you. Hyung line.

Warning:- Kidnapping, stalking, mental illness, hacking, yandere! bts, mafia, use of drug, guns.

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Seokjin/Jin.

You sighed as you walk towards Seokjin's room. Working at an asylum is hard and exhausting, especially if your working for the most wanted serial killer who also runs a mafia and does killing as his 'hobby'. You don't understand why they gave you his case, you have just started your carrier, maybe cause you are the only person willing to put up with his disturbing shit.

"Why are you looking as if you are sick, princesses?" Ah, there he is sitting on his chair calling you by the nickname he gave you in your first week of attending him.

"Cause I am sick, Jin," I looked at him, you still wonder how he has not murdered you. You were sure that you were digging your own grave but somehow the mafia leader takes a liking to you, which you don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he was a bit too touchy but he never really made you uncomfortable, just some innocent hugs and kisses, nothing much or nothing less. You don't have a problem with it as long as he was taking his medicines and therapy.

"Then you shouldn't be here, Princess, and I told you not to come here today why didn't you listened to my warning?" He came closer as you closed the door, he was towering you as he was taller than you and more build-up then you can ever get, it's not like you were a sporty person. You are a lazy potato.

"Jin, it's not the first time you told me that. All those time you warned me not to come at work, nothing happened. Now-" Before you can finish your sentence the emergency alarm went off, warning you that something was wrong.

"What the-? Jin, stay right here! I am going out to check what's going on." You were about to go outside when you heard gunshots coming from outside followed by screaming. Your body froze from the fear you were feeling, seems like someone broke in or a patient got there hands on a gun.

"I told you not to come here today, princess. Now you have to watch these all, my poor innocent baby." Jin walked towards you as you back away from him, maybe this is how you will die, at the hands of a mafia leader who do killing as his 'hobby'.

"Don't come near me, Kim Seokjin, or else I will hurt you." You said in a fake confident voice but your legs gave you out, they were shaking from terror. The gunshots continued outside, the screaming of terror and pain followed by it. Maybe, just maybe, you should have listened to him this time.

"Don't be scared, Princess. I will protect you, don't worry my men will not hurt you as they have given strict instructions to not to just you." He pulled your cowering self in his arms and kissed your head.

"Please...Jin- Let me go, please..." You begged helplessly as your tears began to ruin his shirt, not that he minds it. The door opened and a guy came with a gun, he looked at Seokjin and hand him a bolt, you can't see it because Seokjin pressed your head against his chest.

"Shhh, Princess. Go to sleep." Seokjin pressed a cloth, which you didn't even notice he had, to you mouth as you struggle before the drug kick in your system and you start to lose consciousness.

"Now you are all mine, Princess, all mine and only mine." That was the last thing you heard as your world went black.

Yoongi/Suga.

Yoongi was leaning against the alley wall as he was outside the club he owns as he was smoking, his right hand was bleeding since he just beat someone to death. He has dumped the body on a dumpster, which was were that bastard belongs. He heard some light footsteps but he didn't look up assuming that it was one of his men but when a bandage came in his view he looked up because his men know better than to offer him a bandage. He looked at the person offering him a bandage, he was surprised to see a girl, probably in her early 20s, wearing pyjamas smiling to him.

"Here, you are bleeding Mr." She offered him the bandage which he ignored.

"What are you doing here? This place is not for girls like you, go away before something happens." She made an offended face.

"What do you mean by 'Girls like me?' Just cause I am wearing a pyjamas doesn't mean you can judge me! Here take this bandage." She hands him the bandage but stopped as she eyed the cancer stick on his none injured hand.

"Huh, seems like I have to patch you up since your other hand is busy with that cancer stick." She sighed as she starts to take care of his hand. Yoongi looked at her face silently, wondering why is she not running away from him.

"All done!" She proudly said as she looks at Yoongi's hand. Yoongi looks at his hand, the bandage was done nicely, it even has a cute little bear character. Her phone chimed loudly, startling her.

"Oh? Yeah, yeah, I am coming! Stay where you are! Don't go anywhere!" She starts to walk to the main entrance of the club.

She looks back at Yoongi and yelled," Don't smoke, Mister! It's bad for your health! Take care of your wound, bye!"

Yoongi's eyes followed her as she helps a drunken girl who looks to be her friend into a car. As the car drove away, Yoongi realised that he didn't even get her name. He cursed and kick the wall angrily. Maybe, he will bump into her again.

The next time Yoongi meet you was at a cafe, you were getting a smoothie when Yoongi thanked you for that night.

He asked where did she get the bandage from and you answered by saying that you always carry a mini first aid kit in your car. By the end of the conversation, Yoongi gets to know her name, her number and her.

After that, both of them start to hang out more until Yoongi decided that its time to carry out the plan he has planned. He knows that the instant she finds out that he runs a mafia she is going to run away, which he wouldn't allow. That is why here she is, now drugged, laying on his bed in his mansion. He knows that what he is doing is insane and she is going to hate him for that but in the end, she has to love him again, she has to.

Hoseok/J-hope.

Hoseok first noticed you when you came with your best friend to his dance class, your best friend was looking after you as your mother was out of town.

You and your best friend entered the dance class, "Good evening, sir!" Your best friend exclaimed, making other students look at your way.

"Good evening! Oh? Whose that besides you?" Hoseok looks at you with curious eyes.

"This is my best friend, Y/N! I hope you don't mind her here since I have to look after her cause her mom is in another town."

"Oh, I thought she was your sister since both of you are wearing matching clothes and I don't mind her, why don't you join us, Y/N!"

"Sure, I guess." Those were the first word you said to him.

The dance session went smoothly, you were a born dancer, picking choreography quickly and even help some other students with some complicated moves.

All the things went smoothly until your mother came back to town since your best friend no longer needs to look after you, you stop coming with her to the dance classes.

Hoseok was disappointed to know that but at least he has your number.

From that day onward you and Hoseok start talking to each other every day, each day Hoseok obsession with you increased little by little.

Until one day, he kidnapped, it was not that difficult since you trust him enough to come to an abandoned place without telling anyone where you were going.

"Ohh, little one. I have dreamed of this day from day one, to have you in my arms, protected by me. Now no one can see you or steal you away from me, you are all mine and only mine.

Namjoon/RM.

All you ever wanted was a friend, was that too much to ask for? Well, it seems like it was since here you are hand and legs tied with a thick rope with a ducted tape on your mouth, preventing you from shouting for help.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible as the door opened, revealing you're so-called online best friend.

If only you never went on to message him in the first place, if only you stop talking to him after you told him that he got the wrong number. But you didn't, instead, you keep talking to him, ignoring all the red flags. You just wanted a friend but what you got? A hacker who used to stalk you through your webcam, who has now kidnapped you. You wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be a psychopath- wait he already is since normal people don't kidnap people daily.

You could never agree to meet him at his house, you could at least told someone where you were going and with who you were meeting but you didn't since you knew that your parents will oppose the idea of you meeting a strange who you only know online.

"Aww, look at you, all curled up. It must be cold and lonely without me right?" No, it wasn't but now it's suffocating that you are here, you wanted to say that but you can't because of the tape and all you don't have a death wish, who knows what this psychopath can do to you if you angered him.

"Now that you are here, where you belong, why don't we get to know each other in person? Well, I know everything about you so it would be fair if you know everything about me too but let's not hurry since you are going to spend your whole life here. Aww, don't cry, I know that you are happy to hear it but don't cry, baby. It makes me feel like I have done something wrong."

Namjoon's reaction is a bit shorter than the other, sorry about that. This is my first ever reaction so please bear with me. I hope you guys like it!

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MIPHA! MIPHA! MIPHA!

I tried to do more of the screenshot/cinematic kinds look but I gave up and just bullshited the backgrounds bc I didn't wanted to look so plain but I also didn't want to do a background

anyways Mipha is here! it's Mipha time!

(Friendly remainder that what's bellow is just copy paste from my draft and there's probably a lot of typos and gramar mistakes)

More of Yiga Link AU

<Previous / next>

A group of young Zoras finds Link's body sinking on the river, south of the Minish Woods. They take him out to land and check on him, he is barely alive and they quickly take him all the way to Zora's domain. They send the fastest of them first to inform the princess and she meets them halfway.

Link's wounds are bad, but she still can heal him, they take him to the domain to keep an eye on him, besides he is still uncouncious. They set him up on that little area for other species when they visit, and Mipha had other healers take a proper look at him.

The princess buys him clothes from a merchant since his are barely existent with so many cuts. The zora recognize those cuts, they know the boy was on a Yiga attack and unfortunately, they find his tattoo behind his neck.

They are not idiots and they fear the boy might be a spy and all was just a set up, the princess still wants to talk to him. Mipha was no fool and she wasn't as naive as most people outside the Domain may think, but she was curious, and there was a feeling in her chest that told her there was more to know about this boy.

Link wakes up in unknown clothes, he has no idea of where he is but soon finds out as he started to look around. He remembers what happened and a hand grips his chest. He knows he shouldn't be alive.

"That was terrible wound you had there," The voice startled him and he instantly stood up to go into combat mode. "Don't stand, you are not fully healed yet." he really didn't have another option, there wasn't a part of his body that did't hurt and the pain brough him down to the bed again.

He looked up to see 3 zoras, two tall ones dressed in armor flanquing a smaller one in shinny red scales and dressed in zora jewerly. The princess.

"Don't be sacred" she said and gestured to her guards to stay put as she walked to him, "I just came to look on your wounds"

Link frowned at that, the princess? Coming here to check on a stanger's wounds? Yeah sure. Link remembers his tattoo and quickly hides it with a simple illution spell that wouldn't take that much of his stenght.

"Dont you have healers for that?" he asked coldly.

The princess laughed lightly "Yes," she admitted and stood by his bed, her amrs behind her body, holding her spear "and they know more about hylian anathomy than I do, but they can't do what i can. Your wounds were bad enough to require my assistance."

Link frowned again, "what does that mean?"

Mipha smiled and gestured at the bed, "Can I?" Link recoiled his legs, leting her space to sit down, the princess did, leaving her spead resting on the bed besides her, she extended her hand to him, "give me your arm" she said softly.

Link hessitaded but he rested his arm on her hand. She carefully took off his bandages and let exposed a deep cut on his forearm, the boy winced at the sight.

The princess then put her other hand above the wound and closed her eyes. Her palm started to glow and link gasped loudly. His arm started to feel cold and a bit numb, but the pain was gone, and soon the same sensation washed over his body. It was nice.

Mipha was focused on the wound but she looked up for a moment to catch his expresion, she smiled lightly and looked down again.

The light coming from her palm dimmed until it was gone and his exposed wound wasn't there anymore. Slowly, the pain came back to the rest of his body. Mipha let go off his hand and he lifted his arm to his eye level, twisting it one way and another, trying to see the trick but no, the wound was really gone.

"You... You really have healing powers..." he had herd the rumors but no yiga had actually seen it, just heard things from other people.

Mipha hummed a laugh, catching link's atention, "Outsiders are always so surprissed to see it" she stood up, taking the spear again, "I have other things to attend, but i'll come back to heal the rest of your wounds latter."

She leaves with her guards, a few minutes latter another group of zoras show up. Two of them check on his wounds and tell him to rest while the other two just guarded the entrance. He had a bad feeling, whenever he peeked an eye to the other room he saw a guard. He didn't know if that was normal or if it was because of him.

He rests, too tired to try and transport, and fully knowing that in this state he wouldn't be able to fight. He starts trying to form a plan to get out of there. Taking a swim was not an option, anywhere near water he would be an at disadvantage. He had to make it to the montains that sorrounded Zora's Domain, he could take a run for it once he were back to his feet, he had no idea if zoras were fast runners but they had short legs, he was sure he could outrun them. Once close to the montains he could teletrasnport himself to a higher place and away from them.

Tho he didn't know where to go from there. It's not like he could go back to the Hideout.

Mipha comes back that evening and heals two more of his wounds before leaving. Link is starting to think that maybe her healing magic tires him as much as illutions and trasportation tires him. It takes a few days for him to be fully healed, all the time he is forced to stay on the rooms to "rest"

All the time he feels uncomfortable, he feels watched. It gets worse when he is fully healed and the princess wants to give him a little tour around the domain, everyone always stares at him, or maybe they are looking at their princess and he was just being paranoid.

He had never been to Zora's domain, to be honest, he hadn't seen that much of Hyrule, and he was intrigued to see and learn more.

As they start to walk around the Domain a little red-scaled Zora runs to her and hugs her leg "Sidon!"

"I'm sorry princess," another Zora runs to her, "he's been running away the whole day, he doesn't wan't to do the jump"

"If you don't jump how am I going to teach you to climb waterfalls?" Mipha asked him and he just hugged her tighter, hiding behind her from his instructor.

Link quickly put two and two together and figures out he must be the young Zora Prince, but he was most concerned with the idea forming on his mind. Would they follow him if he jumped? He eyed an opening on the level they were on, and without really thinking about the heigh he kneeled down

"If I jump would you jump?" he asked Siron, "I can't swim as well as a zora would, so if i can make that jump I guess a zora prince would have no trouble doing it, right?"

Siron thinks for a moment then nods. Link walks to the edge and looks down to the long drop. "Having second thoughts?" Sidon's instructor asked him. Link just frowns at him, and takes a few steps back, he took off his shirt and dropped it before sprinting and jumping.

He hits the water gracefully and as he sinks he prapares to transport, but sees a lot of Zoras around him. He sees that at the bottom of the lake there's a whole underwater town that probably outstretched fartest of what he could see. He goes out to the surface and finds it quite hard to not let the current take him away, even when he was under their castle as there were underwater walls shielding him from the strong current of the main water fall of the domain. A few zora heads pop out, looking at him curious. Some heads look younger, maybe teens? And look at him impressed and exited

"SIDON!" Link lifts his gaze and sees someone had jump and the tiny zora splashed in the water. He looks around but the zora prince doesnt come out.

"OW!" something bites his toes and a tiny shark head pops out, sidon smiles with sharp teeth and giggles until the current starts to drag him out. Link lets him, surely other people would help their prince. But they dont they just look, and as much as the tiny zora tried the current kept draging him.

Link reaches out a hand and takes him, wraping his scaly hands around his neck as he swims to the base of the castle structure. He leaves sidon on the rock and climbs up too.

Mipha's head pops out behind him, "you swim quite well for a hylian" Link jumps in surprise, when had she jump? he didnt even see or hear her splash, "You are bleeding," she said and he lifted his feet off the water to see quite a deep bite. "SIDON!" mipha screams distressed, "how many times do i have to tell you it's impropper to bite others!" she lifted herself to the place they were sitting and patted the space between link and her, he puts there his feet and she healed him. As always he stared at her hand facinated.

"I have to thank you, for not letting the curent carry Sidon" she said, "you shouldn't have to, he is 23, he should be strong enough to be able to withstand it." link looks at sidon as he jumps into the water again swiming closer to the rocks. 23? "but I would have done the same" "and thank you for jumping, her instructor had been trying to make him jump all week"

Link looks at his foot and thinks of all the other wounds he had, all the wounds the yiga had made. "I should thank you," he said, "I should be dead. You saved me."

"those wounds were no accident, were they?" she asked, "the yiga were sent to kill you" Link nods, "but why?" he sruggs.

"I have to leave," he said softly, "but i'll hate to leave without paying back what you have done for me,"

Mipha smiles, "I'm sure we'll think of somehting," she stands up, "I know a place you can stay meanwhile. Sidon! Lets go!" he swims to them, his little back fin braking the surface, he jumps towards Link, mouth open. Link backs up but Mipha catches him on the air and hums a laugh. "I'll meet you at the top," she said to link and pointed over his shoulder "you can use the leadder to climb up."

Mipha swims up the waterfall they just jumped from with sidon on her back. They meet at the top and Mipha leaves sidon with his instructor. He runs to link when he shows up and tries to bite his leg, "My prince, dont do that!" the instructor pulls him away before he can do damage and sidon smiles with his spiky teeth.

"I have to apologyze for his behavior," Mipha said tho she is trying not to laugh, "His new teeth just came out and he has a need to bite eveything."

They walk to a village at the top of the mountain overseeing zora's Domain. Mipha pays him a night to stay and tells him good bye. Link is bafled that she has so much trust in him, he plans on just leaving, but he has a chance. He now knew and gained the trust of two zora royals. He knew they were the only heirs of the zora domain and since the king didn't had a mate... He could make a move. And maybe, he could be allowed back with his people.