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retro-rezz-the-est · 2 years

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Heart Strings

Pairing: Damian Priest x female!Reader

Word Count: 7,073 (talk about a comeback lmao)

so @kalliravenne challenged me to write an incubus!D. Priest fic with hints of darkness and dream fuckery....and i think/hope i achieved that.....

this is also the first thing that i've written in the past year and a half so it's bound to be a bit more than rusty but regardless, i hope you enjoy it!!! much love <3

(also this was supposed to be short but managed to be long as shit with hella filler. so read as you will lmao XD)

For as long as you could remember, the club you worked at was always packed, booked, and busy on Halloween nights. How could it not be? A decent enough drink at a less-than-decent establishment with a pretty bad good chance of going home with someone you’ll forget in the next twenty-four hours? What could be better this time of year?

The line already started to curve around the block, with girlfriends dragging along their boyfriends, girl friends having a fun night out with their girl friends, and lonely twenty-somethings just wanting to get their rocks off. You rolled your eyes at the sight as you slipped through the “employee’s only” entrance and dropped your bag inside your locker in the backroom lounge.

The place was damp, the neon lights were shitty, the bar was sticky with gum and drinks you couldn’t quite scrub out, and the walls were covered in graffiti and scrawled-on phone numbers and who knows what else…but you couldn’t help but smile as you filed in behind your coworkers because it was home, your home for the past few years.

“Hey!” one of your coworkers yelled from across the room, calling your name and rushing towards you in a cloud of gold and glitter. “Where’s your costume? Kevin wanted all of us to get into the holiday spirit tonight.”

You dropped your bag into your locker before reaching inside and pulling out a plastic bag. As much as you loved your boss for tolerating you all these years and keeping you hired, he always had a flare for dramatics that was incredibly extra. He had texted every one of your coworkers that you were required to dress up for tonight’s holiday festivities and then proceeded to - at least, to your knowledge - doused the insides of the club with so many cheap Halloween decorations that you’re sure he ran the local party store fresh out of their stock for the next year.

“I know, Cynthia,” you told her, pulling out a small wire halo and angel wings covered in white and silver feathers. “Can’t you tell what I’m gonna be?” You plastered on a smile and gestured down to your all-white party dress and heels.

“You never wear all white, though…” She gasped. “Are you an angel?”

“Exactly, and you are…?”

“Cleopatra, silly!” she smiled, giving you a twirl, the glitter adorning her bodice and skin spreading everywhere. “I’m gonna be by the door handing out flyers and stuff for the dance competition later, so I gotta look cute and eye-catching somehow.”

Cynth gave you a wink before rushing back off to finish her makeup, her beaded headpiece clacking away and making you smile softly before you slipped on your own accessories over your “costume”. The heels you wore were just for show, after all, just for showing Kevin that you actually tried to put some effort in for tonight.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, forcing a smile onto your face as you stumbled your way past your coworkers and through the back of the club, finally pulling back the curtain that lead into the main dancefloor.

The swirling neon spotlights damn near blinded you when you emerged, the DJ already setting up hisetlist for the night as mini pumpkin, ghost and other Halloween confettis absolutely littered the floor. There was orange and black confetti coming down from the ceiling, giant bat stickers on the walls, orange and green glowsticks linen the floors….there were even Halloween themed condoms in a cup by the bathrooms in case there were any rowdy couples who can’t keep it in their pants.

Kev really went all out this year, huh, but guess who has to clean all of this up later tonight, you thought to yourself, silently cursing your boss before taking your place behind the bar and pulling out the foam slides you always hid below the glasses, immediately slipping off your heels and sliding them on with a sigh of relief.

You always leave your space tidy and well-kept despite how crappy it may look at first glance; you always kept your glasses cleaned, your multiple bar towels ready for the multiple accidents that always seem to happen on the other side, your tumblers are always together and you always restock your various liquors weekly. It’s your home away from home, your place to control and dictate.

You were cleaning off some glasses nearby with one of your bar towels, trying to shoulder one side of your angel wings back onto place when the music really started to kick up, the bass hitting you all the way in the back just as the front doors opened and the flood of people started filling the space.

In a matter of minutes, both the main dancefloor and the smaller second floor were full of eager partygoers looking for a good time, the air around the bar already feeling hot and stuffy from the bodies packed against each other.

Speaking of, the bar was packed with people looking forward to their first drink out of many of the night, each person and group shouting off what drinks, cocktails and mocktails they wanted off the Halloween menu Kev had you create and memorize the week prior.

But you’ve always loved a challenge, and tonight proved no different.

You never knew what kind of people you were going to get as you threw your bar towel over your shoulder and began taking orders, jotting them down with the person’s description on the small notepad you kept in the side cabinet. Some nights it was mainly loners, drifters who couldn’t quite find their crowd, sometimes it was scared twenty-one year-olds getting dragged along with their older friends as they threw literally every high-alcohol content drink that you had down their throats, and other times it was creeps who couldn’t quite keep their eyes in their heads and their hands to themselves.

But something deep within your mind told you otherwise; it told you that tonight would be…different. Something told you that tonight would finally make you feel something.

Yeah, right, you scoffed, reaching for your glasses and getting ready for the long night ahead. Like that’ll ever happen.

He’s eyeing you again, you could tell.

Even with your back to him as you reached for the top-shelf bourbon, you could tell.

The same shiver is rolling up your spine just like it had the previous three times beforehand since he entered the club. Your pulse thrummed loudly in your veins, mostly because of the cheesy dubstep flowing from the Dj’s speakers but partly because of….him.

You had dubbed him Mister Tall, Dark, and…Tall. One, due to the very clear foot he had over you in height - you could tell even from all the way across the room and through a sea of people - and two, because of his costume…or lack thereof, to be precise.

He was dressed in all black from what you could see, save for the plastic red devil horns one of your coworkers was giving out to people who were looking “a little less than festive”, in their words. The various rings and chains that adorned his fingers, his jacket, the chain that dipped down below his clavicle, all the way down those long legs to his boots glinted as the club lights danced over him.

His hair was long, slicked back into a low ponytail with the sides shaved and from what you could see from your position, your eyes trailed up his chest and neck at the various tattoos that lied there.

You don’t remember him coming down to the bar for a drink but he was nursing one anyway, one leg hitched up on the wall behind him as he leaned back and took a sip, that blank expression of his never changing throughout the whole night.

There was always someone at his side trying to chat him up, though. Some lonely guy or girl saddling up next to him, lightly dragging their finger over his slightly exposed chest and leaning against his arm before whispering something in his ear - probably about how they should just get out of here and rock his world in the alley behind the club.

And every single time, they would leave disappointed with their tail tucked between their legs and pouted lips, the dark sunglasses he wore never shifting from his face as he waved them off his shoulder.

In another life, maybe you would be one of them; eager to get a taste, only to be rejected and come to the bar to drown your sorrows in booze…but not tonight.

Despite his eyes being covered, you could feel the weight of his stare drawing over your figure; over your shoulders, your chests, your waist and stomach, over the curve of your ass and your thighs whenever you would turn around to get something on the shelves behind you.

And what’s worse, Mister Tall, Dark, and Tall over there had an aura, a vibe around him that made you feel.

And you haven’t felt for anyone in who-knows-how-long.

Feeling for people doesn’t last with you, not after the last time….

You looked down and began wiping away the various spills and forgotten napkins people had left on the bar, feeling his gaze grow stronger and stronger by the second. You felt exposed in a way, almost as though he was sizing you up for some reason.

It was only for a second but you had reached under the bar to grab a fresh towel, and as soon as you reemerged…he was there, leaning against your bar with one hand around his glass and the other reaching into his jacket pocket for something.

And, to be frank, it scared the shit out of you.

“Jesus, fuck!” you yelled, damn near smashing your foot against the leg of the stool you have behind the bar when you jumped back, causing him to slowly turn around to face you. “You damn near gave me a fucking heart attack.”

“My bad,” he apologized, placing his now empty glass on the bar in front of him. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” You were right; he was tall as hell, towering a foot or so above you with an aura strong enough to nearly plant you on your ass again.

And, holy fuck, his voice. Erotic audios don’t have shit on the deep timber this guy’s voice has, the brief words he spoke to you rolling over your body like the world’s best weighted blanket and keeping you rooted to him as such.

You placed your hand over your chest, willing your heartbeat to go down as you threw the fresh bar towel over your shoulder, letting out a breath. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that, you know.”

He shrugs. “That’s just how I am, angel. Gotta keep the mystery up somehow.”

“Angel?”

He gestured to your now crooked halo and the fluffy wings at your back, a smirk gracing his lips. “A fitting nickname for a woman cute enough to be one in the flesh.”

“Smooth,” you replied, reaching over to pull his glass closer to you, turning around to face the wall of liquor behind you. “What’s your poison, then? How can this angel bless you tonight?”

You couldn’t tell, but a darkness glazed over his eyes when you said that, making him bite his lip and eye you up and down. “Two fingers of wihskey for me, please. Fireball, if you have it.”

Now, that surprised you. “Fireball? Straight? You drink that stuff?” You shuddered. You and the fiery cinnamon whisky were never truly friends, and you never really pulled it off the shelf unless another brave soul wandered up to you looking for a challenge.

“Deep within the pain of the burn lies the pleasure hidden underneath,” he responded, watching as you grab the bottle and pour him what he asked for.

You scoffed. “Okay, Romeo.”

A moment of silence passed between you two after he thanked you for his drink, lifting the glass to his lips until his other hand found what he was looking for. “You know we don’t allow those things in here, right?” you shouted at him over the music, reaching over the bar to tap his shoulder and pointing at the two items he had pulled out of his jacket: a small pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

He smiled at you, putting his drink down and proceeding to light it anyway, the small flame reflecting in his shades and seeming to almost challenge you to do something about it. “What’s life without a little danger, angel?”

“What’s danger without a little caution to go with it?”

“Why believe in caution when you could just throw it to the wind?”

You paused, your gaze trapped in his as he cleverly blew smoke from his mouth, holding your gaze and smiling again before placing the cigarette back between his lips. “Touché, mysterious man at my bar. You got a point there.” Another second passed before you spoke again. “Tell me, o’ great purveyor of danger and mystery, what’s your name?”

He turned his head off to the side to look through one of the club’s circular windows, the moon glinting in his sunglasses as he pondered your question before turning back to you with a smile. “Damian,” he told you, the depth in his voice rumbling the base of your spine as he spoke. His hand reached for yours, taking it within his larger one as he plucked the cigarette from his lips and leaned down to kiss the back of your hand.

And his lips….fucking hell, were they supposed to be that soft? He tilted his head up in your direction, smirking with that beautiful face of his before standing back up. “At your service, angel. And what might your name be?”

You breathlessly gave it to him, the place where he had laid his lips upon your hand tingling with…something you couldn’t quite name. Was it fear? Anticipation? Something more? You couldn’t quite tell.

What you could tell, however, was that this guy - Damian - was…interesting. He gave off a vibe that you couldn’t really describe as he continued to smoke his cigarette, cleverly blowing smoke from his nose once he caught you staring at him again. And the spot on your hand where he kissed you seemed to pulse and beat with a life of its own, him looking on curiously when you ran your fingertips over it.

You poured yourself a drink as well in the meantime - your favorite: tequila with ice and a slice of lime - and nursed the small shot glass in your hands, Damian taking note and raising his own.

“Hmm? What for?”

“For whatever,” he chuckled, his voice suddenly seeming to drown out the energy surrounding you both. “Whatever you wish tonight to be, and for however long you wish to spend it with me.”

It took everything within you not to roll your eyes but you clinked glasses with him anyway, downing your shot and already reaching for another.

“This should be interesting…”

You don’t know how exactly how long it’s been but the two of you spent the rest of the night together as you worked, talking and casually drinking and chatting as though you had known him for years before this very moment.

A small pile of Damian’s cigarettes laid on a bar napkin in front of you as the conversation between you flowed easier than you had thought it would, with him asking you questions about your life with you, in turn, asking him to regale you with the tales of his many travels.

“So, you’re telling me that a dude that small did that much damage to your nose?” you asked, chuckling along with him as you poured him another round.

He laughed, the smell of cinnamon whiskey flowing from his mouth and to your nose. “Absolutely. Damn near turned my nose into powdered sugar with the force of that kick. Luckily, it didn’t do as much damage as I thought it would. At least, I hope it didn’t.”

“Yeah, your face looks absolutely horrendous right now. The Wicked Witch of the West called, she said she wants her nose back.”

“Ouch, that’s cold of you, angel,” he laughed with a smile, raising his glass to you and downing his drink in one go once again. “But I must say, I would make a beautiful witch.”

“That you would, Damian, that you fucking would.” Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling, the entire club and its atmosphere seeming to fade out into the background as he started to continue his story. And as he spoke, you felt that same feeling flood your veins, the hairs on your arms standing straight and your posture beginning to relax a lot more.

You can’t remember the last time you felt like…like this before, let alone working one of the busiest nights of the year. You felt content, almost. Better than you have in years being this close to someone of the opposite sex.

You felt happy.

You were jotting down another order when you felt his hand on your wrist, large and warm and surprisingly soft. When you looked up, there he was just a few inches away from you, your own startled expression being reflected back at you through his shades.

“I have an idea…” he started, his gaze seeming to ignite something within you as your heart began to race. “Let’s…get out of here. I wanna show you something.” The way he spoke to you felt…different. You knew he was trying to get into your metaphorical pants - that much was obvious - but his tone sounded…darker. More lustful dangerous than creepy dangerous.

You could practically see the mischief in his eyes, the mix of cinnamon and whiskey combined with the leftover cigarette smoke and his overall presence practically making you drunk off that alone. He was pulling you in again, the world spinning to a halt and fading away again for what felt like an eternity. In this moment, there was no music, no bright and annoying neon club lights, no drunk partygoers sloshing their way up to you and asking for another round, no coworkers hounding you to be more enthusiastic….there was none of that.

All there was around you, over you, covering you was Damian.

His voice in your ears, his scent in your nose, his eyes on you, the feeling of his hand on your skin as he gently caressed it and traced shapes over the inside of your wrist. His voice dripped over you like fresh honey, equal parts sticky sweet and just as addicting. You didn’t even notice yourself begin to lean forward into his touch, your lips just barely brushing his….

They were just as soft as you thought they were, a voice in the back of your mind said quietly before you felt like you were yanked into an ice cold lake, your eyes shooting open as you jumped back and yanked your arm from his grasp.

Your actions startled Damian as well, the taller man slowly pulling his hand back with raised brows, looking just as shocked as you were. But he quickly gained control, leaning one arm on the bar before asking, “You alright there, angel? Did I scare you or something?”

“I…” you started, unsure of exactly what just happened. “No, no you didn’t. And as for your question…”

You reached behind you to grab a clean pint glass to fill it before handing the beer to the guy sitting next to him, taking his payment before tapping Damian’s nose with the tip of your finger. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than getting me liquor-ed up and loose lipped to get me into your bed.”

“Oh, playing hard to get, I see?”

“I just wanna see what I’m working with here. Who knows, you might really be a demon in disguise,” you teased, matching his smirk before refilling your own drink. “But, as a great man once told me, what’s life without a little danger?”

His smile grew wide and he laughed as you raised your glass to his, the two of you cheering and taking a drink together.

The night seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye after that, you willingly choosing to ignore the waring feelings that still lingered within you as you talked. One moment, you were being drawn into Damian, into his words and his stories and the heated gaze you felt beneath those shades that hid his eyes too well and the next, you were being rapidly yanked back into reality, fumbling with the glass and bar towel in your hand as you rushed to cater to your bar patrons.

It was almost like a game to him, seeing you this frazzled and off your game as you shifted between relaxing while talking to him and whipping up cocktails and a show for the various clubbers who were willing to stitch around and watch. You wish you could tell what he was thinking when you looked back over at him, finishing your mini-show to a small round of applause before finally sitting down to take a break.

The night was finally beginning to slow down now as the clock tolled midnight, the seas of clubbers drunkenly and exhaustingly making themselves scarce as they began to file out the front door and your coworkers started to clean up the mess of decorations, cups, drinks, food and whatever else that littered the floors.

“Hey, Damian,” you said all of a sudden, cleaning off the last glass of the night before sitting back on your stool, “tonight was fun, really fun, but I gotta start heading home soon. It’s getting late and duty calls for the extra morning shift.”

His shoulder seemed to sag when you told him that, facing you and leaning his hands on the bar. He watched you in silence as you slipped of your foam slides and put your heels back on, shimmying your way out from behind the bar and almost falling flat on your face in the process.

“Whoa, there, angel! Relax, the night’s not going anywhere.”

Where you had expected to feel hardwood meeting your nose and smashing it to bits like in Damian’s story, you instead felt…nothing? All except a warm feeling around your waist as he lifted you from your potential fall and stabilized your footing. His hands felt…nice on your body, almost like they were meant to be there…

“And besides, you are in no shape to go all the way home like this, especially in those.” He gestured down to your shoes, your near-fall proving his point exactly correct.

“So, why don’t I walk you home tonight? I can play savior in case you trip and try to hurt yourself again.”

You playfully slap his shoulder before moving out of his hold, the area where his hands were now feeling ice cold without his warmth. “I thought I was the angel here.”

“Just this once is all I ask, as a thank you for the constant flow of alcohol into my system and the wonderful conversation. Then, the title is all yours.”

You can tell that he winked at you through his shade and it made you smile, telling him to wait outside by the entrance so you can go get your things real quick.

A quick trip to the backroom lounge later and Damian was still by the front door, your angel wings being held by their straps in one of your hands and the other holding your bag, hands in his packers as he gazed up at the night sky. “You ready to go, angel?”

You nodded, shifting your bag onto your shoulder as he pushes himself off the wall and makes his way over to you. “Well, then, lead the way.”

With a light smile on your face, the two of you start off in the direction of your apartment, your heart beginning to beat wildly in your chest for some reason as the club began to grow smaller and smaller in size behind you.

You both walked in a relative - albeit comfortable - silence,

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot, angel.”

“You haven’t taken off your sunglasses the whole night,” you start, standing in front of him with your arms crossed as your feathered wings dangled in the wind. “Why? Are you, like, missing an eye or something? Are they tattooed? Are you a vampire, perhaps?”

Damian smiled. “No, hell no, and I wish I was, angel. I’m just not a fan of the bright neon club scene. The light of it all kinda hurts my eyes. But, if you’re asking to see them, well…”

He moved his hands towards his shades, slid them off his face and…

…holy fuck, his eyes were gorgeous. Warm pools of deep brown stared back at you with just the lightest flecks of gold sprinkled into them. You could see why people couldn’t get their hands away from him before he came to the bar because damn. Those eyes mixed with that voice and that face….your heart and your core began to beat in unison, your thighs clenching together slightly before you paused.

“Well, then…”

“Cat got your tongue, angel? The night’s just getting started,” he said, folding them away and putting them in the pocket of his jacket.

“For you, maybe,” you mumbled, crossing your arms before smiling at him. “Unlike you, I’m not a sexy drifter with a deep voice and nice tattoos looking for another new adventure.”

Damian gasped playfully. “You think I’m sexy?”

“That’s not the point you’re supposed to be focusing on here.”

He laughed - god, his laugh was like molasses, flowing through and over you all deep and dark and all things rich - and your heart sung a merry tune, the corners of his eyes crinkling and making you want to stick your fingers in the small dimples that made themselves known in his cheeks.

“It’s such a shame, really,” you told him, trying your best to keep in step with his long strides, “that more people don’t get the chance to see those lovely eyes of yours. If you weren’t the drifter you are, you’d make a killing as a model.”

“What kind of model?” he questioned, raising his brows and wiggling them at you.

“Ha-ha, Damian.” You tried your best not to get flustered by him and his voice again but with how he’s looking at you, his hand slowly snaking around your waist and pulling you close to his warmer frame just as the wind passed by you…how could you not be?

He even slowed down his walk for you, keeping you as close to himself as possibly to avoid you tripping over anything in your heels.

“What if I step on your feet?” you asked, your entire body practically fitting perfectly underneath his arm.

“So you do care about me, angel.” You rolled your eyes in response. “But, you don’t have to worry about me like that. I’ve dealt with a lot worse than getting stepped on with some heels.”

You don’t know why, but that made you laugh. You’ve laughed a lot tonight, a lot more than you have before…and it’s all because of him. You should feel weird about that - and a part of you does - but the others just don’t, for some reason.

“Good night, angel. Sleep well for me, okay?”

“Yes, dad,” you groaned playfully, not noticing the spark you lit dancing in his eyes. The way he watched you as you moved up the steps of your building and towards the front entrance made you shiver like back at the club, almost as if he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Good night, Damian. I guess I’ll see you arounf, then?”

He nodded, taking a hand out of his pants pocket and waving to just as you did him before turning on his heel and striding away in the opposite direction you both came from.

As soon as you made it inside, you briefly checked your phone, pulling it out to send him a “thank you” text for the interesting night when…

You don’t have his number, do you?

Shit.

“Hold on, Damian! Wait! I forgot to give you my-”

But he was long gone by the time you ran back to the door, seeming to vanish into thin air in a matter of mere moments.

“Damn it,” you cursed, mentally slapping yourself over forgetting something like that. But that same voice from earlier, the one inside you tells you that you’ll meet him again, you’ll meet him soon.

I hope so, you thought, grateful that your apartment was on the first floor of your building before unlocking your door and slipping your feet out of those godforsaken heels. Locking the front door, you tossed your bag onto the sofa and quickly rushed to your room, ridding yourself of your tight dress and “costume” accessories in a trail behind you.

You dug around your closet before throwing on a light shirt and shorts for bed, yawning loudly once you finally got comfortable enough to flop face first onto your bed.

And with that, your night was over, Damian’s velvet voice faintly carrying you to sleep with a tired smile on your face.

You opened your eyes to a room of black and deep grey with deep violet, almost black lace curtains adorning the large poster bed you were currently laying on and draping towards the floor. You tried to move your arms but felt resistance, looking up to see your wrists shackled to the head of the bed in white fluffy handcuffs.

The cheap halo and wings you had worn the night before were still on you, and a quick look down at the rest of you proved that those were the only things that you were wearing.

But for some reason, you felt…fine…with that. More than content with that, even. In fact, you liked it, the space between your thighs growing hotter by the second as the curtains at the foot ofthe bed parted to reveal…Damian?

“There you are, angel,” he murmurs, the tone of his voice going straight to your core and making you whimper. “I was worried you were lost there for a second.”

He pushed his hair back with one hand - wait, when did he let his hair down?! - and straddled your trembling body, running his hands over your your thighs and up to your waist. He was shirtless, those tattoos you only got a small glimpse of the night before on full display now for your eyes, which were just as hungry and wanting as his.

Yours trailed up his arms and over his shoulders, down his collarbone and over his chest, down and down until your gaze rested on the tent in his pants as he round his cock against your aching folds.

You rattled the cuffs at your wrists as his hands began to roam, moaning when you felt his lips press against your ear. “I’m feeling a bit…hungry, right now. May I indulge in you?”

He didn’t even have to say much; he’s only asking you a fucking question and yet….

And yet…here you were, your entire body vibrating fast enough to generate its own heat shield as his lips trailed over your ear, across your jaw and up your face until they just barely grazed your lips. It wasn’t you that responded to him but it was you, in a sense, your own lips parting to answer his question.

“Yes, yes please-”

His chuckle made you feel warm all over, his velvet tone running fron the top of your head to the tip of your toes. “Thank you, my angel.” His voice was as soft as the sheets you laid upon, lis lips parting ways from yours and beginning their descent downwards.

Your neck felt the light touch of his lips before you gasped, your back arching whe you felt his teeth sink into the soft flesh. Damian’s hands gripped you waist and held you tight, marking every patch of skin his bite could reach. You could already see them now; the bruises and bites and marks this man has left on your flesh, detailing every single time he took you and make you his and his alone…

Your neck burned from the markings he left on you, the man pulling back slightly to access his work with a dark smile. But he wanted more of you, the deep hunger rolling within his soul craving every last drop of desire he could possibly wring from you.

From your neck he continued his journey downwards, leaving similar bite marks around your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. Damian cupped them in his hands, rolling your nipples and twisting them with his thumb and pointer finger until you let out a groan.

Your cries fed him more than you would ever know, your moans and whines the sweetest of symphonies to his eager ears.

His mouth left a heated trail over your breasts, taking your left nipple into his mouth to work on while he teased the other with his left hand. His free hand, however, began to finish the trail his mouth had started, tracing shapes all the way down until his hand reached your folds.

“You’re so wet, angel,” he groaned, his thumb gently swirling around your clit as hos other hand moved to part your thighs more. “Is this all for me?”

You nodded helplessly at his question, your hips bucking up into his hand as he rubbed your folds. His eyes….his eyes began to shift as his smirk grew, bleeding from their warm brown to a darker brown until finally, nothing more than a deep black the shade of midnight covered both his eyes.

It took you by surprise, the drastic shift in his gaze, latching you to him as he slipped two of his fingers into you. A smaller gasp left your lips when he began to slowly pump them inside of you, curling them briefly before pulling them away from you and licking away the mess you made on his hand.

“You’re so sweet for sweet, angel,” he moaned, the taste of you hot and heavy on his tongue. The darker force inside of him growled happily as he cleaned off the digits and slid them right back inside of you, his teeth seeming to sharpen to little points as his grin began to widen.

“That’s it, relax your body for me. Let me handle all of it,” you heard, your leg being folded against your chest much farther than you’d ever tried to move it yourself. Your thighs began to shake, your core quivering when Damian curled his fingers and his fingertips grazed that sensitive spot that lined your walls.

You hear him mutter, “There we go, there it is,” before plunging the digits deeper within your core, playing you like the finest tuned instrument and pulling noises from you that none of your previous partners ever had.

You didn’t even worry about where you were or who could possibly hear you, nor did you care about the potential logistics of sleeping with someone that you had just met. All that mattered to you in this moment was the exponentially rising crest in your core, that tightly wound spring that was winding itself even tighter.

Your cuffs rattled as you shook in his grip, your heartbeat pulsing and pulling towards Damian as though it was leashed to him, jumping and stopping and moving to his every command and movement. Your eyes began to roll into your skull, pleasure coursing through your veins.

And throughout all of it, Damian and his eyes just watched. They watched and smiled and egged your release on as he drove you closer and closer to that edge.

“Let go for me, my sweet angel”, he whispered in your ear, nails digging into the meat of your thigh as his onyx eyes held you captive. You were his prisoner now, his to toy with and use and wreck until your legs shook and your eyes rolled back into your skull and your mind was nothing more than mush for him to reshape into his perfect, submissive little angel.

“Let go for me. I can feel that you want it, that you crave your release. I need it, I need you.”

He wants more of you. More of your juices, more of your arousal, more of the noises that leave your kiss swollen lips, more of everything. And he will take what he’s due.

Something in your chest tugged and pulled towards him, his thumb going into overdrive around your clit as he fucked you senseless with his fingers, almost as though you were being pulled towards him.

Being pulled deeper and deeper within his eyes, within his aura, within the endless pool of arousal he’s dragged you into…it was all becoming too much, too much for you to bear and keep resisting-

“Cum for me, angel. My angel, all mine. Give me everything you have, everything you are, now-”

You shot up out of bed in a flurry of your own sheets and pillows, limbs flailing and eyes wideshot with the bed below you drenched in as much sweat as you were despite the windows being fully open.

Your skin was hot to the touch and your core was absolutely drenched with your arousal, the mess staining your sleep shorts and your inner thighs as they quaked. Placing a hand to your chest, you felt something tug at your innermost heartstrings, making you gasp and seemingly rise further out of your bed.

Lust ran through your body like lava fresh from a volcano, images of….Damian…bedding you in the most sinful ways possible flooding through your mind. You could still hear his voice in your ear, the deep timber of it telling you to let go so he can fully taste you, consume everything you’re willing to give him and then some, so you can finally be his and him yours-

You slammed a pillow over your face and moaned, and you swore you could feel his hands lightly dragging up your body, the trail his fingertips leave feeling like a fire you never want to put out. Your core pulsed at just the mere thought of him, and you slammed your face into the pillow over and over again as you recall your words from last night.

You just fucking met him last night, what are you thinking?! He’s a stranger, you don’t know him. He could be a serial killer for all you know….

And yet, Damian acted….like a sort-of nice guy to you last night. Talked to you more than anyone of the opposite sex has in who-knows-how-long. He made you laugh, made you feel….normal, like an actual person instead of an object. He even walked you home last night because he didn’t want to see you hurt all alone…

How many drinks did I have last night, fucking Christ…

Your head pounded and you planted your fist over it, holding your other hand over your face as a sort of shield against the early morning light. You felt….drained. You usually felt like that after a long night of working and staying up so damn late to do so, but this was….different. This felt different, almost like someone stuck a straw inside you like a human juice pouch and sucked the energy right out of you.

A single question ran through your mind as you shifted towards the edge of the bed, your feet hitting the cool floor of your bedroom as your brain brought up the hottest dream you’ve had in years once more, making your heartrate shoot through the roof again and tugging at your heart once more.

What the fuck just happened?

A deep chuckle left Damian’s lips as he twirled his fingers, a thin, deep violet thread trailing from his ring finger towards his open window. The magic within it pulsed with life and a hefty desire, thrumming with the beat of your heart. His grin shined like pearls and his eyes shifted from their warm, chocolatey brown to a black as dark as midnight, pulling one deeper, deeper, deeper within….

He rose from his chair, clad in nothing but the pants he wore from the night before as he strode towards the window and leaned out of it, reaching into his inner pocket before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with just the tip of his finger.

I like her, he thought, putting the cigarette to his lips before taking a huff. Smart, resilient, tougher than I thought she would be. Hell, she even resisted my aura when I came onto her a bit.

He can still very clearly how your desire tasted, running hot and fresh through the thread he tied to you as the memory of it flooded his every vein just as it had the night before. Savory sweet with a dash of vanilla…it’s been a while since he’s been this satisfied over a single dose over one night, but now he wants more. Much, much more.

And what Damian wants, he fucking gets.

She’s good, I’ll give her that. He let out a puff of smoke, the gray ring seeming to circle him like a twisted halo until it dispersed and became one with the wind. But, she wasn’t good enough. He chuckled again, lightly tugging away at the loop he tied to your soul and letting out a laugh when he felt the magic inside the thread flicker wildly like a flame caught in the wind.

And with a wave of his hand and a whisper from his lips, the thread seemingly vanished into thin air. But he could still feel it - feel you -, full of a unexpected and deep-rooted lust and longing that would soon rear its ugly head.

Even if you didn’t know it, you were his now. His newest game, his new plaything, his new toy. His new nightly entertainment as he flooded your subconscious with a new arousing, needy dream every single night until you finally broke.

This should be interesting.

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battymommastuff · 3 years

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False Reality 5. (Final Chapter)

Batmom x DC Universe.

Prompt: Batmom unleashes the true power within her, and makes the most difficult choice of her life. Her dream life or what's right?

(GIF NOT MINEEEEEE!!!!!!)

You knew your family could handle the military, but Klarion was all yours. You flew up to his level and smirked vanishing in front of him like he did you. He growled then started looking for you.

Meanwhile John was wiping blood off his skin from the vicious cat fight he endured trying to escape the infamous Teekl. No doubt the cat was on it's way back to Klarion. He put a little pep in his step when he saw your family skillfully fighting the soldiers. His eyes widened when he saw a soldier hiding behind one of the tanks. He aimed his gun at Jason, and Tim ready to fire.

"NO!" John yells jumping in front of the two. His eyes started glowing orange and he quickly called out a spell when the fun was fired. The bullets were caught in his magic sigil then fell to the ground at his feet.

Damian swooped down taking out the shooter, "Nice moves Constantine." Jason said as he ran a hand through his hair. John nods placing a cigarette in his mouth that he'd swiped from the house he was locked in.

Meanwhile you reappeared behind Klarion using the same spell on him that he used on you. It went dark before you were in a small town and an angry mob was surrounding something. You moved closer and saw Klarion looking around as people yelled angrily at him. He looked at you then started struggling against the ropes that were binding him to the post. Under him was a giant pile of sticks and branches.

"Smooth move, but this is my mind." Klarion mused and with a snap of his fingers you were now in his place with everyone staring at you deadpanned. Klarion circled you slowly while a book appeared out of midair and he opened it.

"Noir Witch, a powerful witch destined to destroy the world, but the question is...is it you?" He pondered then placed his fingers on you temples. Slowly a headpiece of magic formed on your head and he grinned wickedly.

"There she is."

"Klarion. I'm not a witch. I don't cast spells." You argue shoving the ropes off of your body and you grabbed his throat pushing you both from his mind and threw him into the sky following. You hit him with your magic and he absorbed it making your other hand turn a sickly gray. Even with that much you already felt so much weaker.

"Yes! Yes! Give me more. Give it all to me!" Klarion yells as Teekl appears on his shoulders. You narrowed your eyes then smirked before you shot magic towards him. It skimmed by his head hitting the wall of the hex confusing the witch boy. You kept unleashing your magic, hitting him and sometimes missing him and hitting the walls of the hex.

"Take it! I don't want it!"

This kept going and going until you finally gave it all to him. Your skin turned sickly gray, and your face was sunken in. Your body slumped and you looked at the witch boy as he absorbed every drop of your magic.

Below you your family watched in horror while John grinned widely feeling his magic being blocked, "Kick his ass Hocus." He whispered knowing what was coming next. Even Zatanna, and Fate along with Raven felt it. Damian on the other hand was looking through the magical book Klarion had. When you pulled him from his mind the book came along with him and nearly dropped on Damian's head.

"Now what to do...kill you? No...ah! I'll kill them, so you can watch your family die all over again!" He exclaims then get's ready to summon a very powerful magic spell. He shoved his hands down expecting a powerful blast of magic but there was nothing. He frowned then tried it again getting the same result. You slowly lifted your head and hand as you skin returned to normal. The hex shifted slightly and runes started appearing on every side.

"R-Runes..."

"Only I can play with magic. Thanks for the tip, but I don't need you to tell me who.I.am, and you will never threaten my family again." You spoke as the headpiece started forming on your head and your eyes turned black. Klarion's eyes widened and he tried to run, but you kept him in place as the magic from him and the runes started going back to you. Your body was enveloped in black magic and it was as if apart of you was waking for the first time. The power flowing through you was something you'd never felt before. John grinned and started cheering loudly when he saw you in the sky. The magic faded and you were wearing the clothes of the Noir Witch (Basically Scarlet Witch's suit but all black.)

"Time to go Teekl." Klarion whispered trying to run away but you kept him there as you both made your way down to the ground. Klarion fell to his knees while glaring at you.

"This won't stop me. One trip back to my plane and I'll be good as new." He sneers to which you grin glancing at Teekl.

"No...you'll stay here. You'll have the role you gave yourself. The neighbor's kid." You said crouching down to his level. He started backing away from you but you touched his temple along with Teekl's head and they were both transformed back into what they were in the hex.

"Uhhh Mrs. Wayne? Halloween was the other day." He whispered seeing your attire. You giggled softly then stood up turning towards your children who all ran to you pulling you into a giant group hug.

Damian sighed softly looking up at you and you met his gaze. Bruce wrapped an arm around your waist placing a soft kiss on your forehead then looked around at the town.

"Seems like our home has been reduced to a bit of a fixer upper. I know you'll set things right...just not for us." He whispered and your children nodded slowly.

Later that night you finished saying goodnight to your children and stood in your bedroom with Bruce, "I don't want to do this Bruce. I can't live without you or them." you whimper wiping your tears. Your husband held your face in his hands and wiped your tears away.

"I never got to say goodbye Y/N, so I will say it now. Y/N Wayne...I won't make it home to you, but I want you to know that I love you, so much. You will be okay. I will always be here." Tears were flowing down both of your faces as he spoke and he pulled you in for one last kiss. He pulled away resting your foreheads together then hesitantly pulled away. He walked to his side of the bed and got in nuzzling into to the pillow.

You covered your mouth trying to muffle your sobs as you walked out of your room and down to the living room where Damian was waiting for you along with your children who were all hugging him. They'd all snuck down for one last goodbye. They all turned to you and one by one they all hugged and kissed you goodnight as if it was just a regular night.

Damian grabbed your hands pulling you towards the center of the room, "It's time Ummi." He whispered with tears flowing down his face. You nod then kiss his head. You wrapped your arms around him and the hex started lifting around you. Damian hugged you tighter as he felt the world around him change.

You both opened your eyes and you were standing back in the plot with the same clothes that you were wearing when you'd first arrived. You held Damian's hand as you both made your way back to where John was with the rest of the league.

"Hocus? You two alright love?" He asked resting his hand on your arm. You nod pulling Damian closer and run your hands through his hair.

"We'll be okay. I'm sorry for any harm I caused."

The league nods to you and you watched as Damian pulled out the book that Klarion hand from under one of the tanks. He handed it to John, "It was Klarion's."

You tilted your head then looked at the book with narrowed eyes. Damian tugged on your hand and you changed into your Noir suit then formed a platform for Damian to sit on. You two needed to leave and didn't need to be tracked. Everyone watched as you flew away not sparring one glance behind you.

It's been a few days and you were sitting in the living room of your new home drinking tea while reading. It was dark and Damian was in his room fast asleep, but you were there too. You were in your suit and hand your hands hovering above Damian using your magic to get every ounce of information from his memories that had to do with the book he'd read.

"Mom?"

"Ma!"

"Y/n help us!"

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cyncerity · 3 years

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Next au time, and I honestly think this one will get the most attention because of one thing:

Mer au.

I like them, I made one. But this time all the mers are deep sea fish cause they’re cool and more terrifying and I can have an excuse to draw body horror fish people.

Tommy was on a boat as a toddler and the boat crashed, knocking him out and leaving him badly injured. He was found by a young sea witch in training, Ranboo, who quickly managed to enchant a nearby shell to help Tommy breath underwater to save his life. Tommy wakes up with only blurry unrecognizable memories of his human family after a nasty hit to the head, but is now surrounded by three mers. Giant squid hybrid Bad (a more experienced sea witch and Ranboo’s teacher), lanternfish hybrid skeppy, and angler hybrid Ranboo, down at the depths of the ocean.

Bad explained to Tommy what happened and said that he was now in the depths of the ocean and that he’d added a few new spells to the seashell he’d been given to breath, mostly ones to make Tommy’s body more suitable for the pressure of the deep ocean, survive with the lack of average human food and sunlight, and understand and communicate in the mer’s language since none of them knew English, and had embedded the shell into a headpiece so Tommy couldn’t lose it, as taking it off would likely kill him.

Years later, Tommy still lives near the bottom of the ocean with Ranboo, along with his now best friend and Ranboo’s fiancé Tubbo, a barreleye hybrid, and their kids Micheal, a cuddlefish hybrid, and Shroud, an isopod hybrid (id specify who’s kid is who’s but you all already know). They also managed to convince Bad to drag a giant shipwreck a bit deeper down on the ocean floor, so now thats where they live. Tommy also convinced him to drag an extra submarine down and claimed that as his home cause he’s a big man and can live by himself, but he still mostly lives in the big shipwreck.

Things are all going pretty well until they start seeing signs that humans might know of them, seeing cameras only a bit higher than where they live. They know the humans can’t put cameras too low, since the pressure would crush them, but it’s still nerve wracking, especially for Tommy who still swims higher in the ocean for fun sometimes (against Bad’s wishes, but who cares, the bench trio moved out of his cave years ago). Meanwhile deep sea Ichthyologists (fancy word for deep sea fish studiers) twins Wilbur and Techno call up their father Phil, fully convinced after what they’ve seen on the cameras that their baby brother is alive after all this time.

I have more plans for this au, including how other characters fit in (mostly the Dream Team because Sapnap is Bad’s son), but this is already too long, so I’ll leave that be for later.

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 3 years

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an icarus and his sun: chapter 4

A/N: what's this? jimmy may be finally leaving denial station? and gray-aroace jimmy because i said so? hell yeah. also more seablings pog!! i do also have the next chapter written already bc it has one of the scenes that was basically the whole reason i wrote this fic, but i'm gonna wait until tomorrow to post it (mostly bc i wanna make sure i have the chapter after that one written bc of... reasons >:) the next chapter is a tad cliffhanger-y and i just don't want y'all to have to wait too long)

Warnings: teasing/banter, flirting, realization of feelings

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The invitation for the House Blossom Ball arrived, with a separate handwritten note along with it from Katherine that very pointedly reminded Jimmy to dress up and maybe lose the cod head. Something about how it wasn’t “fancy enough” or whatever. Jimmy felt the cod head was acceptable for any occasion, not to mention he felt weird with his whole head being in view- but maybe he could compromise for Katherine. He’d have to figure out some sort of other headpiece… but the ball wasn’t for a few days anyway. Jimmy had plenty of time to figure out an outfit. In the meantime, he had some work to do on his slime farm. And of course, who else should be there but Scott when Jimmy came up from his farm. He was sitting on the roof of the slime farm entrance, legs swinging idly.

“What are you doing here,” Jimmy asked with a tired sigh, really hoping that he wouldn’t have to deal with another fight with Scott. Scott hopped down from the roof, gliding a bit before landing in front of Jimmy.

“Oh same as always, I was bored and you’re fun to bother,” Scott said with a shrug and a playful grin. Jimmy glowered at him, putting his hands on his hips.

“Oh no, not today! I’m not letting you get under my skin anymore!” Jimmy said, determination in his tone. Scott raised an eyebrow as his grin morphed into a smirk, and there was that squirming, fluttery feeling from their fight again.

“Are you sure about that?” Scott crooned, a clear challenge in his voice. Jimmy shut his eyes, taking a deep breath before shifting his expression into something more neutral.

“Absolutely,” he said firmly, walking past Scott towards his base. Scott seemed surprised for a moment, before getting his bearings and following after Jimmy.

"Not even over this?" Scott asked, walking beside Jimmy and tossing something green up in the air before catching it again. Jimmy stopped walking, brows furrowed in confusion. Scott stopped too, looking him in the eyes as he tossed the object again- a slimeball.

"How- where- when did you- where did you get that from?!" Jimmy demanded. The only way people got slime was from his empire.

“Got it from one of your chests- thought you wouldn’t mind,” Scott replied with a shrug, that smirk still irritatingly present on his face.

“I very much do mind! Give that back!” Jimmy demanded, lunging forward to try and grab the slimeball from his hand. Scott darted back, flapping his wings and sending a gush of wind to push Jimmy back.

“You’re gonna have to catch me, fish boy,” Scott teased, before taking off into the sky. Jimmy grit his teeth in frustration.

“I’m the Codfather!” he protested, equipping his elytra and taking off after Scott. Scott laughed, dipping and twirling in the sky while Jimmy struggled to keep up. Going after someone who had actual wings while Jimmy only had an elytra was a definite disadvantage, but Jimmy was a little too stubborn to care. Scott climbed higher into the sky with ease, Jimmy following close after- and then the sun hit Scott’s wings and Jimmy just about fell out of the sky. The sun’s rays caught the gold tips of his wings, making them shimmer. But it wasn’t just the sunshine reflecting off his wings- it was the way Scott’s whole face seemed to shine like the sun with his smile and how the wind ruffled his usually neat hair. It was how his laugh sounded as if the shimmering of gold made a sound. It was how those icy blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he held the slimeball victoriously above his head. It was how Scott’s expression suddenly melted from that of a mischievous trickster to something almost fond. All of those things caused that pleasant flip-flopping feeling in his stomach to return, and Jimmy suddenly pitched down because of it. He quickly righted himself, flushing in embarrassment and glaring at Scott’s resulting smirk.

“Guess you aren’t one of those flying fish, huh,” he teased.

“Just give me the slimeball back!” Jimmy demanded. Scott laughed, and it felt like flowers blooming in Jimmy’s chest.

“You get so fussed over the littlest of things,” he said, still laughing. Jimmy got the feeling that he should have been angry at Scott’s teasing, he was making fun of him, after all! But instead, Jimmy couldn’t help but smile back. To Jimmy’s surprise, Scott seemed startled by that, eyes going wide and a half gasp, half laugh escaping his lips.

“Sometimes you gotta appreciate the little things in life! You miss those things when you fly above everything and live up and away from the world in the mountains,” Jimmy pointed out with a laugh. Scott pondered this, slowly floating back to the ground as he did so. Jimmy tilted his head to the side in confusion, coming to a landing beside him. Scott was staring at the slimeball in his hands with a mix of wonder and bafflement. Shaking his head, Scott reached out for Jimmy’s hand and pressed the slimeball into it, both hands clasping over Jimmy’s hand for a moment. Jimmy’s hand felt fever-warm at Scott’s touch, and his heart hammered in his chest.

“You can have this back. Sorry,” Scott said, quickly withdrawing his hands. Jimmy felt horrible instantly, he clearly struck a nerve with what he said. Before Scott got a chance to leave, Jimmy quickly grabbed his hands, giving the slimeball back.

“Keep it, I’ve got plenty. You- you should enjoy the little things in life too,” Jimmy said softly. Scott’s face tinged pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“I- whatever,” Scott scoffed, trying to bring it back to their teasing back and forth from before, but failing miserably. Before Jimmy had a chance to reply, Scott drew his hands back, holding the slimeball close to his chest and taking off into the sky. This time around, Jimmy didn’t bother chasing after him. He was a little too busy wondering what on earth had just happened. One moment Jimmy was irritated by Scott’s presence, and the next his heart felt all fluttery and he willingly gave him a commodity from his empire. What was happening to him?! Jimmy had a sneaking suspicion… but he had to talk to Lizzie or Joel first. He just had to be sure.

Jimmy flew to Lizzie’s empire, spotting her and Joel sitting together on one of her giant lilypads. They both looked at him with concern when he landed in front of them, out of breath. Lizzie was the first to jump to her feet, hands reaching out towards him and searching for any injuries. Joel followed after her and hovered at her side, looking unsure of what to do.

“What happened?! Are you hurt, were you attacked?!” Lizzie demanded, and Joel’s eyes shot to the skies as he put a hand on the hilt of his sword. Jimmy laughed, shaking his head.

“Guys, I’m fine! See, look! I’m all good. Just had to see you,” Jimmy said, holding his arms out to show that he was, in fact, uninjured. Lizzie and Joel breathed out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness. Usually when you fly to one of us in a panic, you’re hurt or being chased, or something’s seriously wrong,” Joel said, the tension draining from his shoulders and hand dropping from the hilt of his sword. Jimmy’s smile turned sheepish.

“Well… something… might be wrong. But there’s something I’ve gotta ask you guys first,” Jimmy replied nervously. Lizzie and Joel exchanged confused glances. Lizzie stepped closer, putting a comforting hand on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Of course, you can ask us anything,” she said softly. Jimmy took a deep breath, working up the nerve to say it.

“How did you know you were in love?” he asked timidly. Lizzie blinked in surprise, and Joel raised an eyebrow.

“Is this about Scott?” Joel asked. Jimmy’s face flushed in embarrassment.

“Please just answer the question,” he muttered. Thankfully, Joel didn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, and neither did Lizzie.

“For me it was her smile. Gave me butterflies the first time I saw it,” Joel said, unabashedly gazing at Lizzie. She giggled, and Joel’s fond expression increased tenfold.

“Butterflies?” Jimmy asked, a bit confused by the turn of phrase.

“You know, when your stomach gets all squirmy, but not in a bad way? Like a bunch of butterfly wings flapping inside you,” Joel explained, and Jimmy was hit with a sudden burst of clarity. Something in his expression must have shown it, because Lizzie gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“You’re telling me that’s what love feels like? It’s that just… all the time?” Jimmy asked, his voice a little hollow with disbelief. At himself mostly, for not realizing it sooner. To be fair, he didn’t feel those sorts of feelings often. In fact, he felt it almost exclusively with Scott. So to realize this whole time what he had really been feeling wasn’t just hatred or irritation… he felt a little silly.

“Well, it’s not always like that, sometimes being around someone you love just makes you feel warm and cozy,” Lizzie added.

“Well… but I feel warm and cozy all the time with you guys!” Jimmy protested, still trying to deny that feeling just a little bit longer. Lizzie smiled, patient and understanding.

“Yes, but with this… hypothetical someone, it’s different, isn’t it,” she gently prodded. Jimmy finally gave in. It was different with Scott, and that honestly terrified him. He’d never felt this way about anyone, ever.

“Oh my god, I like him,” Jimmy breathed.

“About time you figured it out,” Joel muttered. Lizzie moved her hand from Jimmy’s shoulder to swat Joel’s arm. Jimmy was too busy having a bit of an existential crisis to really care.

“Oh my god I really like him. This whole time- but Scott hates me, what on earth am I supposed to- but he seemed kind of nice today…” Jimmy trailed off, beginning to pace back and forth. Lizzie gasped in excitement, rushing over to stand in front of Jimmy and grabbing his shoulders.

“You saw him today?! Tell. Me. Everything!” she demanded. Jimmy let out a sheepish laugh.

“Nothing really happened! He stole a slimeball from me, I chased him a bit in the sky- and oh god he was gorgeous in the sunlight- and then I said something to make him sad and let him keep the slimeball anyway. I- wow I really didn’t like seeing him sad,” Jimmy rambled, a disbelieving smile growing across his face. Joel made a mock-disgusted face.

“I think I liked it better when Jimmy was in denial, he’s getting all mushy now,” he teased. Lizzie rolled her eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, being mushy is a good look on you,” she insisted, getting a laugh out of Jimmy.

“I’m glad you think so, but maybe Joel is right. Cause now all I can think about is how Scott definitely doesn’t feel the same way,” Jimmy said with a sigh. A determined look came across Lizzie’s face, and distantly Jimmy was a little terrified.

“Oh no, you’ve activated her plotting look,” Joel said with the same distant terror that Jimmy was feeling.

“The ball is the perfect time to change Scott’s mind and show him that you are a catch, you’ve said so yourself,” Lizzie explained with a grin.

“Oh no, that is not happening, I just want the ball to be something fun, I don’t wanna make a scene,” Jimmy protested, but it came out a little weak.

“Us? Make a scene? Never. I was just thinking that we make sure to get you a snazzy outfit!” Lizzie said, and while Jimmy didn’t trust her for a second, he could concede that Lizzie had a better sense of style than he did.

“Oh, alright. As long as it’s just that,” Jimmy said firmly.

“Of course!” Lizzie said, far too innocently. Jimmy just chuckled and shook his head.

“And we should probably do something fancier than the cod head,” Joel added. Jimmy sighed, putting a hand over the cod head.

“Yeah, yeah, Katherine mentioned that too,” Jimmy said with a pout.

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands!” Lizzie chirped, releasing Jimmy’s shoulders to instead grab his arm and pull him to where she and Joel had been sitting, rambling about outfit ideas all the while. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile and be a tiny bit hopeful. Maybe wearing something nice would catch Scott’s eye… but then what? Happily ever after? Was that how love even worked? Whatever the case, he was sure Lizzie would have a plan for that too. And maybe the ball could be the start of something beautiful.

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adobe-outdesign · 3 years

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What do you think about the Combee line? It's not the pokemon most would think of when you say bee pokemon but I think it's cute.

I love this little guy. It's just such a fun take on a bee, having each of the cells be it's own little individual that come together to form a single hive. They even pile up on top of each other while sleeping!

I know some people don't like how the line is primarily male because this isn't accurate to real bees (real bees are mostly female); however, this never particularly bothered me as Pokemon are fantasy creatures first and foremost, and it makes sense to have the gender-specific evolution be the rarer one so you have a specific reason to hunt for a female Combee.

Really, my only design complaints are that orange feels a bit faded and the female's red triangle feels rather out of place. However, with that said, the red triangle is mean to connect to Vespiquen's red forehead and it's nice that there's some sexual dimorphism in there, so I'll give that one a pass.

Vespiquen (side note, Beedrill and Vespiquen need to switch prefixes; Beedrill is not a bee and Vespiquen is not a wasp) is a sweet design and probably one of my personal favorite bug types. The concept of a literal "queen bee" is really straightforward, but the design is awesome, with a honeycomb dress, a headpiece, and some giant mandibles.

I also really like how it raises Combee in the dress holes, but I do question how that works. It mentions it raising grubs, but Combee hatch from eggs as Combee and they definitely aren't fitting in those combs. It kind of makes me wonder if this line was conceptualized as a three-stager that got cut down in development, though of course I can't prove anything.

As for the design, once again, my only complaints are mostly nitpicks--the way the eyes "clip over" the headpiece feels weird, the wings could've stood to be like 10% bigger, and the round thorax feels like it should've been more hexagonal to better fit the angular look of the rest of the design.

Going back to what I was saying earlier about Combee, I also think the orange is a bit low-contrast. I don't think it needed to be a different color, but it just needed to be a bit of a darker, richer orange to really make the colors pop. (Though granted, this might just a problem with the official art, as the sprites seem to show it with a more contrast.)

So as a whole, Combee is a fun little concept and Vespiquen's design is just awesome overall. Definitely a favorite line of mine.

(Side note, I know some people have questioned what happens to the other two larvae when they evolve, but I always saw it as their minds fusing into one. If for no other reason than that makes Vespiquen a literal hivemind and I love puns.)

#side note I was just hunting these in PLA yesterday. haven't' caught any females yet though #combee #vespiquen #pokemon #pokemon reviews

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piratesofhyrule · 2 years

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For the Zelda asks: 🕹️ What’s the first Zelda game you ever played?, 👊 Favorite Zelda Villain/Boss?, 💃 Favorite BOTW Outfit?

1. Me first Zelda game was Breath of the Wild. I was good at it simply because I could caveman my way through it

2. Gotta say that I really liked the bosses in A Link Between Worlds! Really fun designs and the mechanics vary so much, but my favorite of them thus far would probably be the giant armored Wallmaster thing. The way the floor was falling apart had me much more alert then most game boss fights

The Sheikah headpiece+Zora Armor+Flamebreaker Greaves (colored black). Wore this get up for most of the game when I transitioned out of the feral naked caveman phase

#legend of zelda #link #loz link #asks #breath of the wild #botw #a link between worlds #loz albw

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raikangaru · 4 years

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Next Year - Zuko x Reader

Warnings: none

one shot

It had been a year since the defeat of ‘Pheonix King’ Ozai and Zuko had thought it would be nice to return to ember island as like a celebration of the first year anniversary of saving the world. I think it’s cute that he wants to do this, we had all arrived in a large Fire Nation ship and were given escort to the Royal Family vacation home. “Ahh brings back good ol’ memories,”Sokka says as he stretches his arms and runs to the beach front,”Sokka, get our damn bags,”Suki yells at the water tribe boy who pouts in return as he trudges back to Suki. “Let’s settle in first,”Katara says in a motherly tone, some things just don’t change. I smile at the sight and giggle as Zuko, Aang and Sokka carry all the luggage into the vacation home.

“Wow, you guys have really done up the place,”Sokka gushes as we all step into the threshold,”it’s really beautiful now,”Katara adds,”thanks! It was really all just (your name),”Zuko gives me a side glance. “Oh yes, it is definitely beautiful,”Toph sarcastically comments and everyone just stares at her before erupting into fits of laughter. Zuko drags our luggage in the Firelord and Firelady suite, we had requested to have no staff in the home, since this was meant to be just a vacation with friends. “Isn’t it crazy we were here this time last year about to fight your father,”I sigh, looking out from the balcony, warm arms find themselves around my waist and a hard chest presses itself up against me. “Yeah, we were all stressing. I’m glad life turned out like this,”he places his head in the crook of my neck, leaving very light kisses on my (skin tone) skin. “Me too,”I turn my body towards him snaking my arms around his neck, I lean my head against his firm chest breathing in his musky scent,”we should join the rest,”I detach myself from Zuko and rummage through our luggage.

I pull out a more casual Fire Nation robe, the heavy formal robes were a bit too extreme for a fun vacation with friends, I had stripped off each layer one by ones. “You shouldn’t do that infront of me,”my husband whispers in my ear, his warms hands squeeze my bare waist pulling me closer to him,”nope, sorry lover boy. We’ve got friends to entertain,”I move his hands off my waist, wagging a finger at him and continued change into the casual robes. I turn to the mirror, quickly redoing my top knot and perfectly inserting my Firelady hairpiece. “Quickly get changed,”I nag the poor Firelord as he rushes to change into his regular clothes, I laugh at the sections of hair sticking out before I beckon him to the vanity. He sits on the chair and I undo the top knot, brushing his silky smooth hair before gently tying it up again and inserting his Firelord hairpiece. “All done, now come,”I lightly tug him, the rest wait for us the living room.

“Ahh, there’s the royal highnesses,”Sokka teases us, I shoot him a friendly glare, “aww boo always so mean Sokka,”I pout at him before we both broke into laughter,”so what’s the plan?”Suki asks drawing everyone’s attention,”hmm I’m not actually sure,”Katara looks to me and I shrug my shoulders, I haven’t really thought of things for us to do. “We can spare for old times sake,”Aang jokes which earns him a slap from Katara who is no where impressed by him. “I believe there’s a carnival going on in the main streets,”Zuko says, everyone’s head turn to him,”well then it’s settled to the carnival,”Aang cheers rushing out of the house followed by an equally excited Sokka. Their respective partners shake their heads and follow them out, I take Zuko’s hand, intertwining our fingers, waking out the house together,”insane as always,”Zuko sighs and I nod my head in agreement.

The carnival was packed of fire nation citizens, it was a mistake for Zuko and I to wear our headpieces as people bowed and offered us free items which we had politely declined. “This is a disaster,”I sigh as more people continue to approach, Zuko had held onto my hand rather tightly so we wouldn’t loose each other in the crowd, I had just stayed close to him,”wow aren’t you guys just popular,”Toph teases us and I flush in embarrassed,”we apologise,”Zuko answers for us, awkwardly rubbing his neck. “Come on let’s get on the giant Ferris wheel!”Sokka points at the giant glowing wheel, everyone agrees and queues up, we had decided that each couple got their own pod except Sokka and Suki since they’ll have Toph ride with them. We get into the pink coloured pod, it was decorated with tiny lanterns, with two benches painted white and some pink accents on the window edges,”this is adorable,”I gush and excitedly sit, slighty swaying the pod which freaks my intimidating husband, I giggle as he takes a seat beside me.

“Don’t get too excited,”he moves his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him, I lean my head on his shoulder as the ride begins, the movement was slow but it made the ride feel very romantic as the lights of the carnival below glowed and the tents and people became tiny almost like insects. “It’s really sweet of you to invite the others in the one year anniversary of the defeat,”I turn to face Zuko, he cranes his head down towards me,”thanks baby,”his lips connects with my forehead giving me a warm feeling all around I draw my arms around his waist and we stay cuddled as we reach the top most of the Ferris wheel. Ember Island glows as the heroes of the world enjoy the view and time they are spending together, they world in harmony and peace.

“Let’s do it again next year”

m a s t e r l i s t

heya guys, i know you guys are unhappy i’ve been ages in posting a lot has come up and i’m trying to catch up with it. if you guys are still enjoying my writing please leave a like and comment, any suggestions yah guys got please dm / drop it in ask, thanks and have a great day!

next one might be a haikyuu one shot!

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certainempatheticturkeymuffin · 4 years

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BOTW Challenge Ideas

So, I made a giant list of botw challenges. They’re under the cut, because trust me, it’s looong.

I might add more, I might not. Didn’t do it on a google doc because google docs look horrible on mobile. Please note that challenge runs are for fun and you don’t need to adhere to these exactly, if you have an idea, or like one of these, but want to tweak it slightly, it’s your game, you should have fun with it. I’m not gonna hunt you down or anything. Anyway, I recommend you give it a look over anyway because I added in-universe justifications for Link acting this way and some of them are funny.

The more indents they have, the more difficult I think they are. Then again, I haven’t attempted all of them, so I don’t really know. Italics are the “rules”, Bold is the name, and normal is the in-universe justification. Idk if Tumblr actually did justice to my formatting, so you may have to ignore this entirely.

This took several hours to make, and several more to put into tumblr, because tumblr hates Quotev’s formatting.

Edit: Formatting is fine, but only for the desktop version :(

Limited Teleportation: Purah dared Link to do it, not thinking that he’d take her seriously. You pick 5 shrines, and those are the only ones you can use to fast travel.

No Teleportation: Fast travel makes Link very queasy, so he’s not going to use it. No fast travel.

Only Foot Travel: Link’s allergic to horses, and fast travel makes him want to throw up, so he’ll stick to the tried and true method of walking and running. No horse, fast travel, or bomb launches.

Random Limited Teleportation: Purah dared him to do it. She has the names of each of the shrines and randomized them, she didn’t think he’d actually do it. Input all the Shrines into a randomizer, the top five are the only ones you can use to fast travel to.

Horse Only: Link loves horses very much. They don’t make him want to throw up, and they’re faster than walking. Sure it may be a hassle to drag them up mountains, but he always has a friend, so it’s fine. No fast travel, get a horse as soon as you can, you must have a horse beside you at all times (excluding the desert or other areas where your horse is literally blocked from entry)

My Best Friend!: Link thinks it’s cruel to have a lot of horses and pay very little attention to them, so he decides to keep one horse so they can be best buddies! You get one horse and it needs to be by your side until you defeat Ganon (once again, excluding the desert), try to keep it alive, you only get one horse and I hear the trip to Malanya will take quite a while without your best friend. (Bonus points if you name the horse Epona) If your horse dies, you must go to Malanya IMMEDIATELY and abandon whatever you were doing. No fast travel! (Teleporting horse is yours to decide though.)

Farmboy: Link and his horse have befriended a wolf! Link decides to officially name it Wolfie, and they’re a trio of best friends! The above, except add the Wolf Link Amiibo to it. Same rules apply, keep them with you at all times unless they are forbidden from entry.

I Do What I Want Old Man!: Link is honestly just doing it to spite the old man for leading him on for so long. The Plateau isn’t even that tall, he can climb down! It was only the fog that made it look scary! No paraglider. That's it. Have fun.

Limited Upgrades: Turns out, the Great Fairies have limited magic, even with him supplying the materials. That’s fine though, He doesn’t want them to waste their magic on him when they need it for themselves. You can only upgrade 3 outfits (9 articles of clothing) though you can upgrade them to their maximum.

Restricted Upgrades: Turns out, he can’t find the last two fairies. He feels bad, but it’s fine, he’ll just restrict his upgrades to repay them. It’s not like they’ll ever find out... You can only upgrade 5 articles of clothing, and only half-way.

No Upgrades: What are Fairy Fountains? Link doesn’t know! He’s too busy looking for memories to chase rumors. Fairy Fountains are not to be used for upgrading clothing.

Limited Clothing: Link thinks the clothes are cool, but he doesn't want to waste money on them when he has a perfectly good doublet and perfectly fine pants. He'll have a backup pair, but anything more is just excessive. You get 2 Armor sets and that's it, you can mix and match, but you can only have 2 pieces of headgear, 2 shirts, and 2 pants.

Small Wardrobe: Several travelers have given him the advice to "pack light" and "only bring as many clothes as you need" but a girl also said that "mixing and matching clothes is the worst thing ever" so he'll play it safe and pack lightly but avoid mixing two different outfits together. They’ve been in this world longer than him, so surely they’re right? You get two clothing sets, no mixing and matching

It's My Favorite Outfit: Several travelers have said to pack lightly, and some even said that it was only worth it to bring the pair of clothes that you wear. Smell apparently doesn't matter if you're a wanderer, which is good to know. You only get one clothing set, and if you plan on getting Vah Naboris, you know which one it'll be.

Birthday Suit: Link doesn't like clothes, they chafe and they get in the way. Underwear are the minimum he needs to be decent apparently, so he can't completely get rid of clothes. Someday though, he'll do it anyway. No clothes. Period. I don't recommend combining this with No Meals.

Restricted Clothing: Link figures that "packing light" would mean that he only has one set of clothes. If he plays it smart, one set is all that he'll need anyway. You only get one headpiece, one shirt, and one pair of pants. Mixing and Matching is allowed

I don't like pants: If he's being honest, Link hates pants. He likes the breeze on his legs and the grass, or rocks or sand or snow, beneath his feet. Pants also restrict his movement more than a loose shirt does. He's far more flexible without pants. You can only wear shirts.

This is my favorite shirt: Link doesn't like pants. He also got attached to one specific shirt. He loves it and he's not changing. Sure, he'll take it off to wash it, but he won't put a different shirt on or anything. You can only wear one shirt. Choose wisely

Aren't I beautiful?: Link doesn't like clothes, but headpieces are fine. A lot of them look really interesting too! People keep saying they'll look better with clothes, but his comfort is more important than looking good to other people. He looks good to himself, and that's all he needs. Only headpieces are allowed.

Safety First: Link doesn't like clothes. They're a waste of time and they feel weird. He doesn't really like headpieces either, well, except for one specific piece. Only one headpiece is allowed. (The name is a reference to Hard Hats.)

Shirtless Chad: Link can admit that he likes the attention when he goes shirtless. He isn't particularly muscular, but he's made more than one person blush, and he counts that as a win. If it means he's less restricted when using his bow or a weapon, well that's just a plus. Become that one buff guy that never wears a shirt. Pants only.

I don't smell!: Link doesn't like shirts, and he doesn't like anything on his head that might pull on his hair or block his vision. Pants were a bit of a compromise, until he realized how painful it was to step on a rock barefooted. Still, only one pair of pants is actually comfortable for him, and he rarely takes them off. One pair of pants, choose wisely.

No Shops: Link...doesn’t like asking for things. It makes him feel stupid or greedy, so when he found out that there was a whole profession where people gave things to you if you asked, he didn’t want anything to do with it. Even if it was technically a trade, it made him feel bad. You're not allowed to purchase anything from any shops or wandering merchants.

No Gifts: The king said not to trust strangers too much, and after his first encounter with the Yiga, he understood why. He doesn’t know if they’d try to poison him or use money to lure him into a false sense of security, but he isn’t going to trust it. He’ll be polite, and then immediately throw it away once their back is turned. He isn’t going to let his guard down. If an NPC gives you something, you ain't allowed to keep it or use it. If that thing is rupees, spend them on bugs and set the bugs free.

No Selling: Link didn’t know you could sell things to the shop owners, and even if he did, he’d feel greedy and stupid for trying to sell a shopkeeper bugs and plants, so he’d probably avoid it anyway. You're not allowed to sell anything to get money, if you want money, win it from a mini game.

Wiser the Miser: Link doesn't like spending rupees, so he doesn't. If he can steal or get something for free, he will. Someone gives him rupees? Their loss. Who needs to buy things when there's a world full of resources? Don’t buy anything. If you want exceptions, like getting into Gerudo Town, it’s your call.

No Selling or Shops: Link doesn’t like stores. They make him uneasy. Enclosed spaces where people ask for your stuff? No thanks. You’re not allowed to buy from shops or merchants, and you’re not allowed to sell anything either.

No Selling, Shops, or Gifts: Link doesn’t trust anything that people give him. Maybe it’s paranoia, but it’s entirely justified. Shops are the same, people asking for his stuff when he has more important things to do than barter. Shops are honestly a waste of time when he can get everything for free, except maybe goat butter. If an NPC gives you something, you must drop it, or, in the case of a food item, use it at full hearts/full stamina and if it has an additional effect you will stand in the middle of an inn and wait for the effect to wear off. You’re also not allowed to sell or buy at shops or from merchants.

No Chef Here: Link can make a good elixir, but he can’t cook and he’s not even going to attempt it. He’ll make do with raw apples and meat and whatever else he can find. He’ll be fine. Elixirs are fine, apples and stuff are fine, cooked food is not.

What's a Cooking Pot?: Link doesn’t know what the giant bowl thing is, so he stays away from it. If people give him stuff to eat or drink, he tends to throw it away, because he’s smart enough not to risk being poisoned. If it requires you to use a cooking pot, you ain't allowed to ingest it. This includes gifts from NPCs because we all know not to take candy from nice strangers

Don't Eat Raw Food!: The king warned Link against eating raw food, so he isn’t taking any chances. If you want to eat something, you need to cook it first.

No Meals: Link doesn't understand why people waste time eating. Nor does he understand the whole hunger thing. Maybe it's a Shrine of Resurrection thing? Essentially, you aren't allowed to eat or drink anything, including elixirs.

I Can't Cook: Link thinks his cooking is pretty good. Sure, he thinks it's weird that people eat Moblin guts and wood, but who is he to judge, he doesn't really know anything, and he hasn't died yet, so it's fine! No elixirs or proper food, only Dubious food and Rock-hard food.

Insomniac: Link wants to sleep, but he can't, not when there're so many things he needs to do. He can sleep after he saves Hyrule. No beds, including the one in your own house.

No meals or inns: Link doesn't need to eat, and it's unsafe to sleep in a room full of strangers. Mipha has his back, and Hylia does too, if he rests, he'll do so where there aren't any strangers or wild animals to stab him in the back. You can only heal via Mipha's Grace, Heart Containers, or buying your own home.

No Meals or Beds: Sleeping wastes time, and he doesn't need to eat. He needs to save Hyrule, and he can relax when that's done. You can only heal via Mipha's Grace and Heart Containers.

No Meals, Beds, or Heart Containers: Link uses all of his Spirit Orbs for Stamina, because anything that makes him faster will also help him save Hyrule faster. He does wonder why Purah freaked out and tried to force him to sleep when he admitted that he hadn't slept since he woke up, or eaten for that matter. Eh, maybe Zelda will know, and the only way he can ask her is if he saves her. Only Mipha's Grace and three hearts, have fun!

Ew: Link refuses to drink elixirs when he knows exactly how they're made. It disgusts him, and he's not letting them anywhere near his mouth. No elixirs/tonics.

Normal Hylian: Link isn't some sort of god, he can't just freeze time in the middle of battle to heal or change his clothes or grab a new weapon. He can only heal or change after a battle and if he breaks his weapon, he can take cover and switch out or he can just use bombs. Like a normal person. No changing clothes or healing during battle, no flurry rushes or bullet time. If you break a weapon, take cover and get a new one, or use bombs.

Actual Normal Hylian: Aside from not being a god, Link also needs to eat and sleep. Sure he can go without for a day or two, but eventually he'll just crash. And whether it's five raw apples or a five course meal, he needs something to eat. He also needs to stay hydrated, but that's what rivers are for. Try to make him sleep in a bed once every three days at least, and make him eat one meal a day (it doesn't have to be cooked, but it is generally preferred). Also, let him go for a swim every once in a while to stay hydrated, because I doubt he's carrying around any water. (This one adds on to the one before it, though not combining them is totally your call!)

Carnivore: Link got messed up in the Shrine of Resurrection, and now he can't digest plants. You can eat it raw or cook it, but you can only eat meat. Inclusion of Elixirs is up to you

Herbivore: Link gets queasy when he has to kill innocent animals, so he's doing fine just eating plants. He refuses to drink Elixirs too, knowing what they're made of. No meat or elixirs.

Liquid-Only Diet: The Shrine of Resurrection messed up and now Link can't ingest solid food, he also happens to be lactose intolerant, so no milk for him. Elixirs only.

No Map: Link doesn't want to waste time climbing the towers, he'll figure it out. Don't get the towers (except the Great Plateau), you have to use your surroundings, get a feel for the land. Use of Minimap, Divine Beast Maps, and Teleportation is Allowed (No Hyrule Castle Map though)

No Map PRO: Link doesn't want to waste time climbing the towers and realistically, he doesn't have a HUD in the corner of his vision telling him where North is. No Map+Pro mode, so have fun with that. You'll be very reliant on Death Mountain and Hyrule Castle. Divine Beast Maps are still allowed

I'm Lost: Link promptly forgot about the fast travel function and he really doesn't want to climb the towers. You can get the shrines, which are recommended for the spirit orbs, but you aren't allowed to teleport and you must be on Pro Mode. Divine Beast Maps are allowed. You can get the towers if you want to waste time, but you won't be looking at the map, so it's not recommended

The Legend of Zelda: Link has no idea where he's going, but he figures he'll be able to figure it out the more time he spends awake. He feels like he's forgotten something though... We're going back to the NES days! No teleportation, no horses, no bomb launches, and absolutely no map! Have fun getting lost just like the good old days where tutorials didn't exist and maps were reserved for dungeons. And, like dungeons, Divine Beasts do have maps and you can in fact use them.

No Retreat!: Link isn't a coward and he's stubborn. He isn't running from a fight even when he probably should. If you hear the battle music, you can't run away.

No Rest for Heroes!: Link doesn't need to sleep and he doesn't really care that it's dangerous at night. He'll beat whatever stupid monster picked a fight in the first place. You can't sleep through the night to avoid monsters, and you must stay and fight if you hear the music. You have bombs if you run out of weapons

I'm Not Failing Again: Link is guilty and angry. He is Hylia's hero, Protector of Hyrule, it's high time he did his job. If you happen to be near a monster, attack it. Monster camp? Destroy it. It doesn't matter if they don't see you. If you see them, you kill them. Simple as that. No intentionally avoiding monsters either. Best paired with No Map, but I'm not your minder.

FOR THE FALLEN!: Link is the Hero of Hyrule and he will do his job. Sure, he has a problem with rushing into battle, but really, what hero didn't? It's essentially the same as I'm not failing again, but you aren't allowed to do Stealth Takedowns, you see a monster, you run in and do melee combat, bows are allowed if you're close range and the battle music is playing.

Boss Hunter: Link doesn't like boss monsters. Taluses especially are literal death traps for travelers. He's sure he'll get a reward too, they're called Boss Monsters for a reason, right? Kill every boss monster in the game.

Lynel Hunter: Link knows they pose a threat to the people of Hyrule. At least you can run away from most boss monsters pretty easily. For the safety of Hyrule, he will kill every single lynel.

Limited Weapon Slots: Link never meets Hestu. No Koroks to expand your weapon or bow slots.

Spears Only: Link didn't feel comfortable using a sword because he felt like he didn't live up to who he used to be. But the claymores and other two handed weapons were bulky, and he was horrible with a bow. And then he found a spear, and he's never regretted grabbing it. The only weapons you can use are spears, no bombs either. Have fun getting a spear in the first place. (The Korok Limitation does not apply to the rest of these unless you want it to)

Elemental Spears Only: Link likes spears, but elemental spears are way better, in every way. He's never going back. Spears Only too easy? Well now you can only use spears that have an elemental effect.

One-handed Weapons Only: Link's muscles have atrophied from the time in the Shrine. He'll have to make do. What it says on the tin, only use one-handed weapons.

One-Handed Swords Only: Link would rather not use a stick, he's been trained with a sword so by Hylia he will use a god dang sword! One-handed swords only.

One-handed Elemental Swords Only: Link hates that he can't handle larger swords because these elemental ones are great. They just seem way harder to come by than the bigger ones. These disappear the further you get in the game, so have fun with that I suppose. Rationing is going to be your best friend.

One-Handed Elemental Weapons Only: Link loves elemental weapons, but he still hasn't built up enough strength to use the big ones, and he wasn't great with spears or the bow, but the Wizzrobe rods are fun too. One-handed too easy for you? Have fun with this. Options are the Wizzrobe wands and the small elemental blades, the further you progress, the less of the weak blades that'll pop up, and the stronger ones are two-handed weapons, so you'll be killing a lot of wizzrobes if you want to keep a good supply.

Rods Only: Link doesn't really like swords or bows, or really any other weapon. He couldn't really pinpoint why. Until he grabbed a wizzrobe's rod. Power that he didn't know he had coursed through him, and he decided that he wasn't using anything but rods from now on. Only use wizzrobe rods. If it's easier, use any weapon until you find your first wizzrobe, whatever works for you.

Boomerangs Only: Link didn't like getting in close, but he also sucked at archery. Then he found his first boomerang. His aim was good and it came back! It didn't break upon impact, it was perfect! Boomerangs only

Two-handed Weapons Only: Link feels inferior to his Before-Calamity Self whenever he wields a one-handed weapon. Because BC Link was trained with a sword, so there's no way Post Calamity Link can ever compare. To get rid of that feeling, Link only uses two handed weapons, weapons that he's pretty sure BC Link was never trained in. Use only two-handed weapons

Claymores Only: The king, upon Link's inquiry, said that he used a royal claymore. In an effort to remember him, and an irrational fear that he'll forget everything again, Link decides to wield a claymore. Even when he finds out the less than stellar parts of the King's personality, he's too used to the claymore to give it up. Claymores only.

Korok Leaves Only: Link doesn't like swords or traditional weapons, and the Wizzrobe's rods are a bit too...hostile? Yeah, hostile. But the Korok Leaf's magic is quieter and more serene. It also seems...familiar, but he can't pinpoint why. It's also pretty hard for him to break, so he's fine with using it to blow opponents away. Korok Leaf Only, have fun beating Ganon, though Dark Beast is impossible with only a Korok Leaf.

Bow Only: Link likes the bow. He likes it very much. Past Link was good with a sword, but Present Link is not Past Link, Past Link is never coming back and Present Link will grow to become his own person. What better way to distance himself from Past Link than to specialize in a weapon that knights rarely use? Bow only

Normal Arrows Only: Link does not like the sensation he gets from using elemental arrows, and really, they are much too expensive, he'll stick to his normal arrows. Bow only, with only normal arrows.

Elemental Arrows Only: Link finds them very effective, and very fun to mess around with. He kind of forgets that boring normal arrows exist. Bow only, only elemental arrows.

Bomb Arrows Only: Link likes explosions, and the ones he gets from bomb arrows are much more satisfying than the ones he gets from plain old bombs. Sure they're expensive, and sure the rain keeps them from exploding, but...really, after being killed and resurrected, he can afford to give into a few whims, right? Bow only, bomb arrows only

Ancient Weapons Only: Robbie said they were more effective, and Link'll be the judge of that. He'll have to scavenge a lot of dead Guardians, but it'll all be worth it for these supposedly more efficient weapons! Ancient Weapons only, go to Robbie's immediately after the Plateau, I don’t think you actually need the quest, until then, all weapons are allowed

Master Sword Only: Fi is calling out to him, and Link will get to her as quickly as possible. Get thirteen hearts without weapons or using bombs as weapons, then go straight to the Great Hyrule Forest to retrieve Fi. Fi is the only weapon you're allowed to use as a weapon. Other weapons can be used to cut down trees and such, but if they damage a living creature or a monster, then you must reload your previous save.

Trial of the Sword: Fi is weak, and Link hates seeing her like that, so he wants to help her as quickly as possible. It shouldn't be hard for a chosen hero, right? It’s essentially the above challenge, but you also do the Trial of the Sword immediately after getting Fi. Weapon rule is obviously exempt for the duration of the Trial.

Wooden Weapons Only: Link doesn't like the sound of clanging metal. He only uses wooden shields, bows, and weapons. He doesn't care if it makes Death Mountain difficult, his poor ears don't like the sound. Only use wooden weapons, shields, and bows, if it attracts lightning, it's not allowed. Korok leaves or other non-metal but still non-wood items are also banned.

Metal Weapons Only: Link doesn't like splinters, he'd rather be a lightning rod. He also doesn't really trust the durability of wooden weapons, so he'll avoid them like the plague and use only metal shields, weapons, and bows. Only metal weapons, shields, and bows are allowed, if it attracts lightning, it's good to go.

Nuzlocke: Turns out, Link forgets how to use weapons once he breaks them. It's an annoying little quirk that means Link can only use each weapon once. You break a stick? You can't use another stick for the rest of the game, same goes for all weapons, bows, and shields.

The Moon's Curse: Every Blood Moon, Link loses all of his weapons, shields, bows, food, elixirs, and items. He only keeps his clothes and the special items. Link thinks it's Ganon trying to stall his inevitable defeat. Every Blood Moon, clean out your inventory, your hands must be empty, whether or not you count clothing is up to you, and you can eat meals to get rid of them.

Tech Mage: Link....has forgotten how to use weapons. It's a bit unfortunate but the king told him to collect the runes for a reason right? And the Wizzrobes' rods just need to be waved around, no training needed, so he'll be fine! Runes and Rods only.

Techie: Link...doesn’t really know how to use weapons, which makes it hard to kill anything. But, he does know how to use the runes. He did just learn how to after all. He doesn’t...really need weapons...right? Runes only, no weapons, shields, or bows. Well, allowance of shields can be personal preference, since Guardians will probably be a nuisance until you get Daruk’s Protection, if you allow use of the DB Powers.

No Shields: Link finds them bulky and useless, he'll just go without. Simple as that, no shields.

Fragile: Link doesn't really find the need for heart containers when he's mostly running around. Besides, it's just more incentive to get better at fighting. No Extra Heart Containers. Divine Beast Heart Containers can either be kept or traded in for stamina at the Hateno statue.

Asthma: Link can deal with not being able to run for long periods of time. What he can't deal with is how fragile he is. If he hadn't had that fairy, the Moblin would've killed him in one hit! No, he needs to be way more durable than he is now. No Extra Stamina Wheels.

I Don’t Need A Goddess’s Help: Link looked at the statue once, and saw it as a waste of time to pray. He's failed once, he doesn't need a goddess's help to do what previous heroes did alone and on their first try. No praying to statues, so no extra Heart Containers or Stamina Wheels.

Zero Deaths: Link isn't immortal, Mipha's magic isn't as powerful, and fairies don't work on him after the Shrine of Resurrection, so Link has to be careful. He won't get a third chance if he dies again. Disable Mipha's Grace and don't collect fairies. If you die, it's over. Ganon wins.

Sorry, Your Gifts are Worthless: Link appreciates the thought behind the champions giving him their powers...but he can't actually use them. He's not a trained medium or anything, and he needs to communicate with them to make the powers work....soooo.... Don't use the divine beast powers.

I'll Be Quick: Link never got the memo that he was supposed to help the Divine Beasts, but, well, Zelda was alive and the champions aren't, and the only one actually causing any immediately dangerous issues was Vah Ruta, but the Zora will be fine, they're fish people. Defeat Ganon without the Divine Beasts.

Time for Fun: Link is bored, then he remembers all the mini-games around Hyrule. Get the best score on all the mini games.

Photogenic: Link likes taking pictures and getting information for things. It's a fun pass-time that also helps out Symin and Purah. Take a picture of everything, it doesn't matter if you fill your compendium, but you must take a picture if you see something new (obviously only starts once you get the camera rune)

Everything Breaks: Link finds breaking things fun, and if it keeps him sane, might as well indulge his urges. Make a list of all the breakable items in the game, and then break every single one. Maybe you'll defeat Ganon, maybe not. Vandalism is more important.

Economist: Link doesn't really know how to hunt, or which fruits are safe, so he collects things, sells them, and proceeds to buy things that he knows are safe. He buys all his clothing and food, weapons are perhaps the only things he can get for himself. He helps out NPCs too, on the off chance that they'll give him something. Once a city boy, always a city boy. If you pick it up in the wild, you can't use it unless it's a weapon. Sell everything you pick up, and instead buy all your food and clothing. Elixirs too. If you have a picture of a recipe from the stables, you can use those, but only those.

Eventide Challenge: Link is a bit of a completionist, but he also hates back-tracking, so, using the towers as a measure of his progress, he decides to do everything he can in one region before going to the next. You do all you can in one region, or as much as you feel like doing anyway, then you collect the next tower and get rid of all your food, weapons, shields, bows, meals, and clothes. You must make your way directly to the tower if you leave the region, collecting shrines or fighting monsters before collecting the tower is sort of cheating. (You can decide for yourself if previous regions are off limits or not. If they are, I recommend planning out which region would leave you in the best position for Ganon. If not, just have fun!)

Reverse Dungeon Order: Link expected the Divine Beasts to get harder as he progressed, but they got...way easier... Vah Naboris, Vah Ruta, Vah Rudania, Vah Medoh (people say Rudania is the easiest, and I can't even get past the puzzles, so...maybe Fireblight is easier, but Rudania kills me via my unintelligence and I did Vah Medoh in less than five minutes, just go for the hardest ones first and the easiest one last, since I guarantee someone found Vah Medoh to be challenging and Vah Naboris easy. This one is probably the most customizable.)

I'm Not A Hoarder!: Link doesn't like using his resources, because he might need them later and it's such a bother to backtrack and get more if he runs out. He collects things because he might need them later. And really, it's better safe than sorry. You see something, you pick it up. Don't sell anything, try to eat or use as little of it as possible, actively seek out more rupees via mini games.

I may have a problem: Link acknowledges that it isn't exactly normal to have so much of everything, and to immediately restock upon using some, but...he can't stop. Max out all your inventory space. 999 of everything. Max out your rupees while you're at it.

I'm Actually Not A Hoarder: Link doesn't see the value in wasting time picking up useless crap. He has bombs, and he doesn't need to eat, he'll be fine. Don't pick something up if you don't intend to use it immediately. Keep your inventory as sparse as possible. Only collect rupees if you intend to use them for something.

Speedrun: Link has a task he needs to get done, and he needs to do it quickly. Pick a speedrun category and do it. Don't compare to the world record, compare your time to your previous times and measure your progress that way. World record doesn't matter, only having fun does.

Where does this go again?: Link is currently in a pickle and has no idea where the blue flame is. He found one in Akkala and decided that it was the one Purah was talking about. He couldn't find it again when Robbie asked, but he did find the one in Hateno, so he used that one. Use the Hateno Blue Flame for the Akkala Lab, and the Akkala Blue Flame for the Hateno lab.

Impaired Senses: There has to be some consequences for resurrecting, and only losing his memories is a very light consequence. A blindfold is the most obvious one, though you can also turn off sound, which still has a little bit of impact, though it isn't as drastic.

Auto Saves Only: Link is subject to the whims of the goddesses. What it says on the tin, no manual saving for you!

Hunger Games: Link has the rules of the game outlined to him by a goddess. He can do nothing but submit, fearing her wrath. Pretend that towns and stables don't exist (avoid them like the plague), Master Mode, Only Foot Travel, the only time you enter a village is if you intend on completing the Divine Beasts and/or Memories for Impa. If you see an NPC don't interact, only wear clothing sets without set bonuses or special effects, if you see a Yiga, kill them, the Yiga are the only NPCs (aside from the Main Story NPCs) that you are allowed to interact with. Interacting with Koroks and Great Fairies is fine. Every blood moon, you choose one tab at random and completely empty it (special items tab doesn't count, Master Sword and Hylian Shield are exempt from this), and every time you collect a tower you can scan an amiibo, try to ration them.

Pacifist: Link doesn't like killing. Never has, never will, and he avoids fights like the plague. There's no need for excessive loss of life, he'll defeat Ganon and save the Champions, but that's it. Only kill the blights and Ganon and any other mandatory fights for the true ending (Like, I think Kohga is mandatory.)

I'll use this until it breaks!: Link doesn't see the need to stockpile weapons, not when almost anything can be used as one. He'll be fine. Essentially, you pick up the first weapon you see, you use only that weapon until it breaks, when it breaks you, again, pick up the first weapon you see, rinse and repeat. Master Sword is allowed, since Ganon’s going to suck without it.

100%: Link is going to do everything. He has no memories, and he's been dropped in this giant world. He's doing everything and nothing will stop him. You know exactly what this entails and I don't recommend it unless you're speedrunning, and even then, it's a bad idea.

Don't get hit: Link's stubborn, he doesn't like getting hurt, so he won't. Take no damage, even a quarter of a heart means you failed. Doesn't matter if it's a golden heart or not.

#botw #breath of the wild #challenge #botw challenges #spice up your game #have fun #just for fun #legend of zelda #loz #loz breath of the wild

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The Astronomer and The Florist (Chapter 12)

Summery: Logan and Virgil are at Disney World with Roman and Patton’s and they are all just being straight up adorable.

Ships: Analogical & Royality

Warning: This is more Royality centic in honor of Roman’s birthday

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

*I added links to help visualize the outfits!!!*

(This was so much fun to write! And a special thank you to @kawaiikat54 for some ideas and a major plot point for this chapter!)

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Virgil woke up, and smiled up at his boyfriend. Logan’s hair was draped over his eyes, and looked so peaceful while sleeping.

Virgil was reminded of their sleepover date, almost 2 months ago. He had woken up just like this, and felt the same sense of adoration he’s feeling now.

He thought of everything that happened in the last two months. They had a more dates, ate dinner with Thomas three more times, and had four more sleepovers.

He swept Logan’s hair out of his eyes, and and kissed him on the nose. “Wake up sleepy head, we have a big day ahead of us!” Logan blearily looked at Virgil and smiled.

“That we do. I won the slug bug competition on the drive down here, so I can’t wait to see you in the Mickey Mouse ears I pick out.”

Virgil let out an offended squeak and shoved Logan. Logan fell off the bed, and busted out laughing. “That’s not fair! You cheated and you know it!”

Logan laughed and headed to the bathroom. “It’s not cheating. I kissed you every time I saw a Bug, and you just happened to miss seeing the car. It’s making use of my advantages!” Logan called before shutting the bathroom door.

Virgil yelled into his pillow. While he was upset that he lost the competition, he wasn’t THAT upset. It was just fun to tease.

Besides, he better hurry up and get dressed before Patton and Roman barged in. He changed out of his Nightmare Before Christmas onesie and into his version of the matching couple shirts that Patton got for both couples. Logan helped Patton with theirs, and Virgil loved it.

It was a ‘He’s Mine/I’m His’ couples shirt that had the Mickey gloves pointing at the other shirt. The reason Virgil loves it so much was because Logan had it personalized with the blue galaxy them that has come to represent their relationship.

He paired the ‘I’m his’ shirt with so distressed black jeans, and knocked on the bathroom door. Logan open the door and was wearing his ‘he’s mine’ shirt with dark wash blue jeans.

“You look as good in the shirt as I thought you would.” Logan said, kissing Virgil on the cheek and moving to get his shoes.

Virgil grabs Logan’s hand. “Hey, what did I say about missing your target?” Logan chuckled while rolling his eyes. “How about you brush your teeth and hen we will work on my aim.” Virgil huffed and shut the door.

Virgil finished getting ready, went to get his shocks, and then put his shoes on. As soon as he finished tying his shoes, he stood up and jumped into the arms of the man how has been standing next to him.

Logan caught his boyfriend, laughing at his antics. “I’m guessing you want to practice real quick before before we go to meet up with Patton and Roman?”

Virgil nodded and they met in the middle.

“Alright starlight, if we delay any longer Roman will break down the door.” As if summoned, there was a long knock on the door.

“You both better be decent because I’m coming in!” Roman yelled at the door. Logan set Virgil down just as Roman opened the door. Roman laughs and Patton walks in.

“Hey kiddos! Whatcha doing?” “Target practice.” Virgil said as Logan ‘subtly’ stepped behind Virgil. Everyone laughed at Logan.

“Aww, come on Logan! I thought we bonded, we made T-shirts together!” Patton said.

“Yes we did. And y’alls turned out amazing.” Logan said, still slightly weary of Patton. It is true, they bonded over the two months and made the T-shirts together. Though Patton still liked to make slight threats.

For example, when Patton was picking out the pattern for his shirts, he looked Logan in the eye and said, “I really like how this is cut! And you know what they say, best friends will literally cut people out of toxic relationships!”

He said this while brandishing a kitchen knife.

Patton giggled. “I know! Roman really likes his shirt!” Patton’s shirt had the words, “I support my boyfriends Disney Addiction” on it in a baby blue color. Roman’s shirt had the words “I’m the Boyfriend” written in a deep red.

“Oh, we knew that Roman liked his shirt as soon as you surprised him with it. He was so confused until you put yours on and handed him the tickets.” Virgil said.

“And I still haven’t gotten back full hearing after he found out that you actually planned to take us all to Disney and kept it from him for so long.” Logan added.

Roman sighed. “I was quite possibly the best early birthday present ever! Now, come on! Today is my actual birthday and I can’t wait to see what type of ears Logan picks out for Virgil!”

Roman and Patton ran out of the room laughing as Virgil threw a pillow at them.

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Roman wanted to go to Magic Kingdom, so that’s where they went. After taking some pictures, they headed into the nearest gift shop, to ‘go ahead and get this over with’ as Virgil put it.

Logan came back with something hidden behind his back, and a huge smile on his face.

“I found the most perfect one ever, I think you will love it. Close your eyes.” Virgil rolled his eyes then closed them, amusement shining on his face.

Logan placed the headband on Virgil’s head, and Patton and Roman tried and failed at stifling giggles.

“It better not have a giant bow on it, or I will hurt you!” Virgil growled with no actual threat in his voice.

“Open your eyes starlight.”

Virgil opened his eyes and looked into the mirror that Patton was holding up. It was a Mickey Mouse ears headband with a Sorcerer hat situated between the ears.

Logan was smiling over Virgil’s shoulder, and Virgil turned around.

“So... what do you think?” Virgil wrapped his arms around Logan. “I love it moonbeam, great job!”

Logan looked extremely proud of himself. “It has the moon and stars on it, so it represents us!” Patton and Roman took a few pictures and then went to go get eachother headbands.

Virgil looked over at the retreating couple, and then back at his boyfriend. “Before we follow them, can we have matching headbands?”

Logan laughed at his boyfriends puppy eyes, and put on a second headband that he had been hiding. “Way ahead of you. Now, let’s go catchup to those oblivious gays.”

Virgil laughed and walked over to where Patton was putting on a Mickey Mouse ears headband that has a Golden crown on it on Romans head.

Logan is already taking pictures of the soft couple, and Virgil took a video of Roman presenting a Mickey Mouse ears headband with a baby blue bow and flower on it, and a Silver ornament of Cinderella’s carriage in the middle of the bow to Patton and then placing gently on Patton’s head.

“A gorgeous headpiece for my gorgeous boyfriend.” Roman declared. Virgil and Logan shared a soft look as Roman and Patton shared a kiss. This was going to be one great day.

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After paying for the headbands, the boys took a few photos in front of the Castle.

They went all around the park, ridding rides, eating snacks, and meeting characters.

Cinderella loved Patton’s headband, Roman got into a sing competition with Gaston, and Virgil got dragged away by Peter Pan while Logan just laughed and recorded the whole thing.

Patton had booked them lunch at Cinderella’s Royal Table, and all the princess sang Happy Birthday to Roman.

As night began to fall, the group headed back towards the castle to watch the firework show. Knowing what was about to happen, Virgil and Logan started recording Roman and Patton as soon as the fireworks went off.

“Roman?”

“Patton...”

They both laughed. The couple recording were trying not to shake their cameras from laughter. ‘Here we go...’ Logan and Virgil whispered to eachother, smiling.

“The fireworks are beautiful,” Roman said. “Almost as beautiful as you.”

Patton blushed and replied, “these fireworks are bright but your the brightest thing in my sky.”

Both Roman and Patton kneeled on one knee and presented a ring. They then looked at eachother in shock.

“WILL YOU MARRY ME?!” They both rushed out at the same time, trying to say it first.

They then leaped into eachothers arms screaming “YES YES YES!”

They kissed right as the big finally went off, and everyone cheered.

The new fiancés didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the trip, especially after a photographer Logan and Virgil hired showed them the photos she took of the proposal.

Everyone agreed that it was the best trip ever, and Roman wouldn’t stop gushing about how he got a Disney trip and fiancé for his birthday.

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