#sky angst

[thebangtancloud]

Ahh okay so after much consideration and thought... This is what I came up with, Felix with 15, 27, 31?? I tried to choose some prompts that were similar so that it's easier to form a story with them?? I hope these work together, and can it be Angst to fluff?? While I am a sucker for angst, I can't handle it without fluff... Especially when it's bokkie... It's okay if you want to do it in your style tho and you can totally skip this request!! (I am sending more (╥﹏╥) I am just desperate I am soo sorry)

Sunshine in the Rain ~ Lee Felix

"I miss you." + "Let me kiss you for the last time." + "I love you."

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of disease, death.

Summary: Till death do us apart, they said. But no one warned Felix of the pain that would soon knock at his door when death did its part.

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A/n: My love, I know...I KNOW you asked for angst to fluff, but, but 😭 I just couldn't! This idea has been inside of my head for the longest time, and the prompts that you chose were just perfect for this :( I will, I promise, I will write another angst to fluff for you in the near future. For now, I'll leave a small box of tissues at the end of the story for you🥲

There was just something about the way the sun had begun to set that didn't feel right. Maybe it was the drop in the atmosphere that made him look out of the window through which he could see a glimpse of the fiery yellow ball of heat slowly moving it's way to hide behind the clouds.

Maybe it was the way the room suddenly got all too silent once the nurse left and let the door shut gently with a soft click.

Or maybe it was the way he felt your grip loosen on his hand as he sat right beside your bed.

"Darling?"

He watched you take longer than usual for your eyes to open and look across at him, a tug at his heart making him tighten his grip on you.

"Feelin' okay?"

The continuous beep of the machine that was hooked to your fragile form was all that he got in response.

"Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong. Should I call the doctor?"

You managed to shake your head, a sad, pained smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

"Felix-"

"Baby, don't call me that," he frowned, the chair screeching when he stood up to come and lay beside you on the bed.

"You never call me by my name."

He positioned himself so that he was laying behind you, a careful hand holding onto yours as he snuggled closer to you.

"You never call me Felix."

"Sunshine," you hummed softly when he placed the softest kiss to the tiny bit of bare skin that his lips could reach.

"Why is it getting dark?"

"Shall I turn on the night lamp?" he suggested, waiting patiently for a response from you to avoid any unnecessary movements.

"Why is the sky getting dark?" you wondered cluelessly, your voice having a bit of a slur to it.

"It's nearly eight, sweetheart," Felix explained with a soft smile, moving his lips back to the place it had been a few moments ago. "Do you not want it that way?"

"I don't want it to become night," he heard you say after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"You should get some good sleep-"

"I love you, Felix."

The man froze completely, his blood running cold.

"I love you the most."

With tears that welled up in his eyes, Felix pulled you impossibly closer.

"Baby, don't say it like that," he whispered fearfully. "Don't tell me you love me like it's the last time you'll ever say it."

You fell silent after he said that, a strong sense of fear inviting a sudden pain into your chest. He felt your grip on his hand tighten, a tiny sob escaping his throat when you helplessly winced in pain.

"Darling, what can I do for you? Please tell me, I can't lose you right now. Not yet. We still have so much more to go, we still have so many more places to visit, so many more dreams to fulfil."

Your eyes remained on the last bit of the sun that you could see from the window, the faintest shade of yellow painting the walls of the hospital room with so much of sadness.

"I'm tired, sunshine."

Felix gave himself a solid minute to control his emotions, suddenly understanding that this was so much more difficult for you than it was for him.

"I don't think I have the strength to do all of that anymore."

"That's alright," Felix nodded against your shoulder. "That's perfectly alright. We don't have to do any of that. I'm right here with you. Just you, and me. Nothing else."

A deep sigh pulled itself out of you, taking at least three-fourth of your energy along with it.

"Remember the day we first met?"

The memory of the brightest smile he had ever seen on your face the day he first saw you made Felix hum in satisfaction, grateful for at least the smallest distraction from the pain that he knew was racing towards the both of you.

"You looked stunning that day, my love," he mumbled against your shoulder, crossing both of his arms across your chest and enclosing you in his loving embrace. "You were wearing the prettiest yellow dress."

"Yellow always reminds me of you," you murmured, letting your eyelids flutter shut tiredly. "The sun reminds me of you."

"Does it?" Felix hoped you couldn't feel the teardrop that had slowly trickled down the side of his cheek.

"But the sun is setting, and it doesn't feel good."

Felix understood what you meant by that. He squeezed you a little tighter this time, feeling a sudden sense of nausea crawl up his throat.

"I'm right here with you."

"Sunshine," he felt you shift, loosening his grip on you so that you could turn to face him.

"Let me kiss you for the last time."

"You're not going anywhere," he argued with a frown, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "You're going to be fine."

Felix could feel every part of him breaking, knowing that even though he voiced out his desire, there might not be a way for that to become reality.

You looked exhausted as you lay in his arms. The life in your hair had disappeared. Your eyelids looked heavier than the dark clouds that were pulling in, but Felix took his time to admire your beauty. He glanced down at your lips that looked painfully dry and cracked, letting himself bend until his mouth rested over yours delicately.

"I love you," he mumbled against your lips, kissing you a few more times until he heard another sigh come from deep within you. "I love you so much."

"How much?"

He let you find a comfortable position to rest in, his jaw adjusting to lean against the top of your head when you moved further into his embrace.

"I love you more than life itself."

"-more."

"I loved you from the moment I first saw you."

Felix shuddered, reminding himself to relax his shoulders and focus on you instead of the weight that was laying heavy on him.

"Channie hyung and I were out to buy a few hoodies, I've told you this a hundred times but I still never get tired of it. I saw you there, in one of the aisles, wearing this pretty sundress. Your friend was clicking a picture of you and you were smiling so brightly, and that's what made me lose my breath for a second. I never thought someone could have that much of an effect on me the first time I saw them."

He felt your head turn slightly, a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

"You were smiling at the camera, but suddenly, you looked at me. That eye contact, phew," Felix chuckled lightly at the memory. "I felt like all the air was knocked out of me right then. I didn't even know what to do. Whether to smile back, or wave, or just look away because you obviously caught me staring."

"Yellow," he heard you murmur. Bending closer to the side of your face, he urged you to continue.

"You wore yellow too. That sweater."

"Oh, yes," he nodded with a smile. "I wondered if we were a match made in heaven, at that time. We were matching, and I guess that's something we both have been doing for the longest time. Matching our outfits. Remember the brown and the black?"

"Mhm," you hummed in response.

"You liked the brown jacket so much, and I had brown pants at home. I can't believe we dressed up so much just to go buy chips."

Felix looked down at you when he didn't hear you respond to that. Your eyes were closed, the tiniest hint of a smile remaining on your face as you continued to hold onto his hand.

"Baby," he whispered. "I never got to ask you. Did you end up buying the yellow dress?"

The gentle nod of acknowledgement from you made him sigh out in relief.

"Wedding..." you took in a deep breath and let it out heavily, feeling as though you were running out of energy to continue. "...to wear it at our wedding. On the hill."

Felix wondered how to respond to that, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. Three months ago, Felix had asked you to marry him. You'd only just found out about your diagnosis and with both fear and saddness that had enveloped the two of you, Felix decided to try and make one little dream of yours come true.

"I'm sorry..." you huffed out in exhaustion. "I want to marry you."

"I know, my love," he murmured against the side of your head. "But it's okay. Your health is more important. Getting you your treatment was more important."

"The sun went away, Felix," he heard you whisper dreadfully, your eyes trained on the wall that was now a deep shade of grey with the absence of the golden glow that it once had. "It's gone."

"That's okay," he breathed out heavily, almost mindlessly. "I'm still here. I'm your sunshine."

A deep sense of fear, urgency even, settled upon his chest as he watched you closely, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Will you miss me?" he heard you say, "...when I'm gone?"

It took a lot to just remain still. If he could, Felix would let the sob that he was holding in come flooding out of his chest, but he held it all together for you. He tried. He really tried. But the tremble in his grip on you was evident.

"Felix?"

"Don't call me that," he whispered again, unable to stop the tears from falling. "Please."

"Felix."

"I don't want you to go, please."

"Feli-"

"No!"

His grip on you tightened. He felt you slipping out of his arms, and even though he was mindful of how fragile you were, he couldn't stop the way his arms curled tightly around you. You felt so soft against his chest, and before he knew it, he let go of all the restraints. He allowed himself to break.

"Please don't go."

"Felix, you need to wake up."

With a sudden shock, he stopped voluntarily breathing. Just like that, you were gone. You were not in his arms, he was not holding you anymore. It was just a pillow. Just like every other night.

"It's me, Chris. You were having a bad dream."

"(Y/n)."

Chris sighed sadly, moving across the room as softly as he could, flipping the switch to the light on.

"Felix..." he didn't really know what to say. "She's not here."

"No," Felix breathed out. He shook his head, even though he knew that you were gone. Just like every other night. Just like that night. "She...I saw her. We were talking."

Chris remained silent.

"She...she told me, she asked me..." he tried desperately to remember your last words to him, and as they came back to him, he felt himself tremble with grief.

"She asked me if I will miss her when she's gone."

Chris let his head dip, knowing just how tough this was for Felix, yet being utterly clueless as to how to comfort him.

"(Y/n), my love," Felix gripped the pillow even tighter, pushing his face fully into its softness as his chest burned with each desperate and lonely cry. "I miss you. I miss you so much."

A brief image of you flashed across his eyes, perhaps it was the various colours that he saw when his eyes were screwed shut. He saw you in yellow, white, gold, he couldn't put his finger onto which one it was exactly, but he saw your face. He saw that broad smile and the happiness that always filled his heart with joy whenever he saw you that way. And just like that, it was gone. You were gone, yet again. From every place he chased to just catch a glimpse of the ghost of you, you disappeared. As though you never existed in reality, as though you were just a fragment of his imagination.

You were gone, yet again.

"I miss you."

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{a box of tissues for you if you need one}

Request 11/30 || Stray Kids Masterlist.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

A little danger, pt. 16

A little danger - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Sky of Eraklyon x mind!fairy

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, violence, sexual innuendos, descriptions of blood/wounds/death

———— PART 16 ————

Laying on the bed, Y/N is silently staring at the ceiling as Sky sleeps. She spent hours trying to retrieve his memories, to bring them forth from darkness but it only caused them both pain and nosebleeds. After the fifth try, Sky insisted it was best to stop. Y/N agreed. 

For now, at least.

Stella texted her in the morning, letting her know Queen Luna had arrived. Surprisingly, she informed her that the students don’t remember Bloom’s role in Rosalind’s death, but the Queen does. She succeeded to some degree, after all. Not as useless as she believed she was. 

The girls will try to convince the Queen to release Bloom later in the day, Stella acting as a layer of defense. The others will find where Farah was buried. 

That should go over well.

Part of her wishes she could seek her grave as well, to get some much needed closure, but Sky is here. He’s alive and Farah isn’t and the person who did her harm is already dead, so what is the point. Revenge is off the table, all that remains is sadness and Y/N has plenty of sadness in her life. 

Glancing at Sky, she envied how peaceful he seemed. Not even an inkling of worry or heart-wrenching sorrow as he’s asleep. It’s ridiculous, but it angers her. How is it she’s the one saddled with all the rage, sadness, and worries? Somehow, Y/N is meant to take the brunt of this horrible thing that’s happened to them and she will. As long as there’s a chance to bring Sky back, the actual Sky she knows and loves, she’ll take anything life has to offer. 

“I feel you staring,” Sky murmurs and she sighs.

“Here we go again.”

“I don’t mind,” he smirks, eyes still closed. “I know I’m easy on the eyes.”

“Is there an off switch for the cockiness?”

Chuckling, he raises his brows and glances at her before his gaze falls to his hardened member. “There might be.”

Rolling her eyes, she gets up. Head in her hands, she groans. “I can’t believe the dick is back.” It felt like they made some progress after their talk last night, but this made her believe it was all an act. 

“It’s a natural process,” Sky defends.

“How do you even know that? You remember pizza and morning wood, but I’m not even a footnote?”

Shrugging playfully, he smirks, “Food and their dicks, kind of the most important part of any man’s life.”

Turning away, she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Guess I’m the idiot thinking I was an important part of your life too.”

Heading into the bathroom, she slams the door behind her. 

Licking his lips, Sky sits up. “Guess I’ll just…handle it myself.”

Yanking the door open, Y/N glares at him. “If you jerk off anywhere near my bed I will lobotomize you!”

Rolling his eyes, Sky scoffs. “You’re all bark and no bite.”

Filled with anger, Y/N’s eyes glow with a soft, violet light. Sky cocks his head at her determined expression, raising his eyebrows as she extends her hand toward him. As if caught in a gentle breeze, he feels himself lifted from the ground, his body floating weightlessly in the air. Holding his breath, he looks down, marveling at the realization.

“I’m flying!”

Clicking her tongue, she scowls before pushing him against a wall. “Actually, I’m biting.” Adding light pressure to his neck, she smirks. “I’m not one to be played with.”

Instead of fear, a sense of wonder fills Sky’s heart as he gazes at Y/N. The way she commands the room, the tempered way she speaks even in anger, and the gentleness of her power despite his arrogance is mesmerizing. He’s captivated by the purple hue surrounding her, wishing she’d release him and allow a single touch just so he knows he’s not imagining things and this is real. That she is real.

When she finally lowers him to the floor, he lands with a soft thud, his eyes never leaving hers. Without any words, he closes the distance between them, cupping her face with a tenderness she missed greatly.

“I’m not playing with you, I promise.” Licking his lips, Sky’s eyes flicker to hers for mere seconds before focusing on the remnants of purple in her gaze. It’s dear to his heart despite reason, as if it speaks to some part of his soul he’s lost.

Swallowing thickly, she closes her eyes. “It hurts.” Returning his gaze, she sighs. “You have no idea…the weight of what we lost last night is suffocating me. And you’re here, but not really. Sky, you’re a stranger with a fascination, not the man who loves me.”

“You can reverse it,” he shrugs meekly as her hands pull his away from her face. “You’ll bring me back to who I was and it will be fine.”

Looking away, she covers her mouth and he realizes she’s holding back tears. “Would you want that?”

“What do you mean?”

Letting out a heavy breath in response, she sits on her bed. “A lot has happened to you Sky. A lot that I know you’d rather not have to deal with. Maybe that would be the best thing for you?”

Frowning deeply, he shakes his head lightly. “That can’t be true.”

“It is,” she responds instantly. “I’ve never seen you this carefree before, not since we were kids!”

Getting on his knees, he rests his hands on her thighs carefully, as if awaiting her reaction. “You say I loved you.”

Nodding, her lips quiver. He’s right before her, he’s touching her and his eyes are filled with confusion. Somehow, she’s managed to break him in less than 24 hours…he was a clean slate, happy! If he went with Stella, he’d still be content instead of lost like a child.

“If I loved you as much as you say, I don’t think any amount of heavy shit that would come with loving you would matter.”

“You only say that because you can’t remember what it was. It broke you. I broke you.”

Before Sky can say anything, his phone rings, startling them both.

“What the fuck is that?”

Taking the phone from his jacket, Y/N answers, putting it on speaker.

“You’re calling a guy who has no memories. That’s a new level of stupid even for you.”

“Figured you’d fix him by now with your fairy shit,” Riven remarks. “Saul’s calling all the specialists. The Solarians found Sebastian’s hideout. It’s not far from here.”

“And he clearly left Sky out for obvious reasons.”

“His memory might be wiped, but his muscles remember the training,” he clarifies. “We have to take these guys out. End this war before it begins. If he’s capable of fighting, he should come.”

“How do I know if I can fight?” Sky asks, ignoring the disgruntled look on her face.

“Have Miss Sunshine bring you down and we can check it real fast.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Saul won’t let him come anyway,” Y/N insists. “Even if he can fight, he has no idea what he’s fighting.”

“Blood witches are evil, control people like puppets whilst enjoying killing us and the fairies. There, now he knows.”

Grimacing, Y/N shakes her head. “It’s too dangerous. If he’s coming, I’m coming too.”

“No!” 

“No!”

Raising her brows, she sets her lips in a thin line. “Since when do either of you think you have any choice in the matter?”

“Since they nearly took your magic last time, which would have given them all the power they need to kill us all!”

“Listen,” Y/N licks her lips, “I’ll bring Sky, but if he goes with you, I’m not staying behind. So, it’s really your choice.”

Once they got to the grounds, Y/N was hoping Sky wouldn’t show any physical capabilities. If he was just an ordinary man, he’d stay with her away from the fight. This would make her life so much easier, she’d be able to breathe again and maybe find a way to have him fall in love with her all over again – without the memories of their past that so deeply affected their lives. She’d force herself to let it all go and just enjoy him as he is, to truly live this time around. 

But that didn’t happen.

Sky successfully blocked every attack Riven utilized against him, having Riven pinned to the ground so effortlessly that it seemed as if he was better at this than before.

“He’s coming with us,” Saul states. “He’s perfectly capable of fighting, and you can do the same here.”

“What?”

“Bloom is gone, Y/N. Her sentence is harsh and she’s out of the picture for now.” Staring at Sky throwing Riven over his shoulder, Saul shrugs. “Unless you save her.”

“But Sky –“

“Will be with me. I will keep him safe as I’ve always done in the past.”

Wrapping a protective arm around Y/N, Saul kisses her temple. “Queen Luna is a powerful fairy, but your power is ancient. She can’t fight you and Bloom openly, so she’s manipulating events to take you out of the game one by one.” Giving her a pointed look, Saul raises his brows. “Do not let her.”

Glancing at Sky, Y/N nods. “I have to talk to him first.” 

“I understand.”

“And if something happens to him, Saul, I swear to you I will burn The Otherworld to the ground.”

Despite the severity of her threat, Saul smiles. “I’d help you.”

Shielding her eyes from the sun, she draws in a shuddered breath as catches Sky’s gaze on her. It wasn’t an accidental glance or a shy glimpse, he was staring at her unapologetically as if he knew she was undeniably his. 

Yours truly.

Sky frowns in confusion, rubbing his forehead. His eyes widen slightly before putting his shirt on, hastily walking toward her.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Saul taps her shoulder, reassuring her he will protect Sky.

With his shortened breathing, Sky places his hands on his hips. Towering over her, he quirks an eyebrow. “You know, I could have sworn I heard you just now.” There’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a glimmer of bewilderment dancing in the blue-green depths. “But your lips weren’t moving,” he manages a wry smile. “More like…your voice echoed in my head? Does that make any sense?”

A pang of guilt tugs at her heartstrings, her lips parting slightly. “Yes,” she sighs. Biting her lower lip, she struggles to find the right words to express her remorse because she’s done it again – Sky hated intrusions of this sort, so how does she explain she messed up without him running from her.

“I’m sorry,” she decides an apology would be most sincere. “It’s not a conscious thing most times. Seems like it happens with you often though, I still don’t know why.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she turns away from him. 

Curling his fingers around her wrist, Sky turns her to face him. There’s a subtle, but undeniable intimacy in the gesture, one that sends a shiver of warmth coursing through her veins. “Don’t turn away from me like that. Okay? I don’t like it. In fact, I really don’t like when you decide how I perceive things. I don’t know how I reacted to stuff before, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to be the same. You said it yourself, I’m a stranger right now, so don’t assume I’ll go off the rails about things I don’t even remember.”

In response, she moves her hand, mirroring his gesture, holding onto his wrist, their position resembling the solemnity of making an unbreakable vow.

“I’ll stop assuming,” she promises. “I’m sorry I keep projecting all my problems and insecurities onto you. I think I’ve always done that and it’s exactly why we broke up.”

“See, some things are best left forgotten. I don’t really want to remember that. Sound painful as fuck.”

Pursing her lips, she tugs at the zipper of his jacket with her free hand. “Yeah. It is.”

Narrowing his eyes at her, he cocks his head ever so slightly. “What is it?”

“Hm?”

“You’re trying to say something. Just say it.”

Exhaling as she smiles, Y/N drags her palm into his hand, holding it tightly. “Saul wants you to go with them. He’s the closest thing both of us have to a father. I trust his judgment.”

Raising his eyebrows, he chews his lips. “Alright. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Nodding, she forces a smile. She has to be strong and project confidence and assurance for Sky’s sake, but there’s nothing other than anxiety in her heart.

Her lips curve upwards, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. It's a facade, a mask she wears to hide her true emotions. She can feel the tension radiating off Sky, his sharp gaze probing her facade, searching for the truth hidden beneath her carefully constructed facade.

“I won’t be coming with you.” 

“Oh.” Inhaling sharply, he nods. “Well, that’s understandable. You’re a fairy, I’m the specialist. Riven made it pretty clear my role is to protect fairies.”

Summoning all her strength, she steadies her trembling breath and nods in affirmation. “That’s the bare basis of it. But there are layers to it. Plenty of layers, especially for us.”

“Peel a few for me before I leave?”

Cupping his cheek tenderly, she holds her breath as he leans into her palm. “I’m your fairy, Sky. It’s not just a random pairing they made in class, we are connected in a deeper way. When we have to defend each other, we are deadly.”

“Do others have their fairy?”

“Some do,” she shrugs. “It’s a rare thing.”

“Are other fairies joining this fight?” Sky tightens his hold on her as she shakes her head.

“Mind fairies are the only ones effective against Blood witches, but we don’t have many at this school. One of my friends lost her magic the last time we faced them…I nearly lost mine and we cannot afford mine to be taken away, no matter how much I wish it.”

As the words sink in, Sky's eyes widen in disbelief, his mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of what Y/N has just revealed. For a moment, he is frozen in stunned silence, his heart clenching with a mixture of shock and anguish. 

“You wish for that?” He can't fathom the idea of Y/N willingly giving up her magic, the very essence of who she is. It's as if she's offering to sacrifice a part of herself, a fundamental aspect of her identity, and the thought fills him with a profound sense of sorrow.

“Why would you –“ With a heavy heart, Sky reaches out to Y/N, his fingers trembling as they brush against her cheek. He searches her eyes, silently pleading for her to reconsider, to see the beauty and wonder of her magic in the way he does. He’s barely seen a fraction of it and he’s already hooked. 

Riven’s voice interrupts the exchange. “Get your ass going! We are leaving!”

“We’re not done talking about this,” Sky states firmly, but there is a glimmer of understanding, a flicker of empathy for the pain that must be driving Y/N to such drastic measures. He can see the weariness etched into her features, and in that moment he realizes that wish stems from a place of profound desperation - a longing to be at peace. If he’s part of the reason, then he can’t imagine what a dick he truly is to have her questioning this beautiful part of her soul he’s inexplicably drawn to. 

“NOW”, Riven shouts.

Huffing, Sky frowns as she pulls away from him. “Stay safe,” she smiles. 

Come back to me.

Glancing over his shoulder, he drags a hand across his face before accepting the sword Riven holds out for him. “We’re coming back in one piece, right?”

Riven scoffs, “I sure hope so.”

Watching them drive off, only catching a small wave from Sky, Y/N feels as if her heart might give up. They’re not good apart, especially not in a fight. Together they survive, but apart? It’s never a good thing.

“Now that they’ve gone, could you spare a few minutes for me?”

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as she lays eyes on Farah, her mind struggling to process the impossible standing before her. A ghost of her past in the flesh, returning to haunt her.

“This isn’t real.” Shock and disbelief wash over Y/N in waves, leaving her trembling and disoriented. She blinks rapidly as if trying to dispel the illusion before her eyes, but Farah remains steadfast and real, a reassuring smile playing on her lips.

“I’m here.”

Unable to find the words to express the emotions raging within her, Y/N simply reaches out to Farah, her hand trembling as it brushes against her arm. It's a gesture of disbelief, a wordless acknowledgment of the miracle that stands before her. Embracing her, she lets the tears flow freely.

Holding her tightly, Farah runs a soothing hand over her back. “I’m sorry darling, but we don’t have much time.”

Pulling away, sniffling, she frowns. “What does that mean? I just got you back!”

“You didn’t. Not truly.” Brushing away her tears, Farah smiles sweetly. “I did not survive the attack. When I realized what Rosalind was going to do, I drew on as much magic as I could, and called on the natural world to preserve me.”

With trembling lips, Y/N shakes her head. “I don’t have long, but I do have time for one final lesson. For both you and your friends.” Farah turns around, waving her hand lightly. The girls followed shortly after, forming a tight circle. Bloom’s with them, much to Y/N’s confusion. Didn’t Saul say she was gone? Isn’t that the reason she was told to stay behind?

“When I was your headmistress, I shielded you from the harsh truths of the world. I believed that positive emotions were the cornerstone of powerful magic. Rosalind felt the opposite. That strength was only forged in those harsh truths. We were both wrong. To unlock true magic, you must make peace with all your emotions. The reckless joy of the positive and the despair of the negative. There is beauty and power in both. I'm so proud of each of you. And of the women you're becoming.” 

Tucking her hair behind her ears, Y/N folds her arms. “Using my emotions in my magic has only ever caused others to get hurt. It’s not that simple.”

“Y/N, shall we take a walk?”

Walking toward the woods, Y/N grumbles. “Are you sure it’s not Bloom you meant to invite?”

Farah chuckles. “Bloom has gotten all the wisdom she needed from me. You still need a little more.”

“It’s always been this way,” Y/N remarks. “She’s the star pupil, even when she sets someone on fire. I’m the one needing extra lessons and work no matter what I do.”

“Darling, you’ve got it all wrong.” Farah stops. “The reason you needed extra care is because you’ve locked yourself in a shell out of fear. You’ve been so afraid of your powers, hating it, running from its potential, but this kind of power can’t be locked away. The shell cracks eventually and you have extremely powerful magic escaping it in terribly, uncontrolled ways. Y/N, what happens when a dam begins to break?”

“The water trickles through the cracks, slowly at first…but then there are all these pressure leaks that increase the speed damage to the structure of the dam…and when it breaks and the water comes out all at once, it’s certain to take out everything in its vicinity.”

Tilting Y/N’s chin with her index finger, Farah smiles. “Don’t you understand? You’ve created a dam that’s breaking and instead of letting the river run free, in its natural state, you’ve created a dam and pressure leaks, and when it breaks entirely, it will annihilate everything.”

Clenching her jaw, Y/N trains her gaze on her feet. “So I’ll explode one day...like I always thought?”

“It’s never too late to detonate,” Farah wraps an arm around her, moving her forward as they continue the walk. “Embrace your emotions, even the ugly ones. The fear, the anger, the grief, all of it is a part of you and you are in control. Those emotions do not control you or your magic, not if you don’t let them.”

Biting her lower lip mercilessly, Y/N looks up at Farah. “I’ve been so angry at you. So, so angry.”

“You couldn’t have known –“

“I’m a mind fairy, I should have seen it! If I was in control, I’d have known…maybe I could have even stopped it.”

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Farah frowns. “Stop! You are very powerful, darling, but you’re not all-powerful. There are things we can’t see coming, no matter how hard we try. You can’t save everybody. It doesn’t work like that. Don’t ever blame yourself for what happened to me…I don’t.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Farah sighs. “You are my favorite student. I know you’re afraid of your power, but you have to use it. One way or another, those you love will need you to fight.” Offering a smile, she takes a step back. “I believe in you. You have the power to protect this realm, to save it from those who wish chaos upon it.”

“Rosalind said something similar to Bloom once,” Y/N presses her lips in a thin line.

“How about this, then? Don’t think about saving the world. Focus on saving your world. When you have that in your heart, you can’t go wrong.”

Sniffling, she nods. “You waited until they were gone. He would have loved to see you.”

“Saul would understand. Our friendship was dear to me, you can tell him that.”

Lifting her head to the sky, Y/N wipes the tears slowly forming their path on her cheeks. “I hate saying goodbye.”

“I’m glad we have the chance to do it properly,” Farah wraps her arms around her, letting her cry while the sun goes down. As the last ray of light dies down, Y/N’s arms wrap around herself, realizing Farah is gone…this time for good.

FINALE

[candy8448]

Brain decided to GO OFF and WRITE A THING

(Legend is speaking to sky, btw)

"You are not weak for being older and getting help on your journey, in fact, i think you should have had the most help out of all of us!

You were the first link, that is... a whole lot of pressure. I got by with the stories of the hero of time and four sword, but when those didn't have what i needed, i looked to the stories of the hero of the skies. All of us got some sort of help.

...

You were the first of us, you didn't get that help so its only fair that you got your own kind of help, you are *not* weak"

[noblebluebird]

I was inspired by @najikasunart and their short comic on Four with OCD. Therefore, I give you all Sky with scrupulosity, AKA Religious/Moral OCD.

I imagine his compulsive praying began during his adventure. At first, he did it to give himself strength and peace when he felt he fell short, but it slowly became something he had to do, or else he would fail and ruin everything. Now, he can't go one day without ruminating and praying at least 10 times until he feels that he and his companions are safe.

When the Chain find out about this, they do their best to help him out. They don't always know how, but they do what they can. Whether that be distracting him or even offering him a hug, they do what they can.

[artemistorm]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Podfic of Stormy Skies, Panicked Heart by @majorproblems77

Original Author's Summary:

Sky hated storms, they reminded him too much of a past he'd like to forget.

[illegiblehandwriting1]

lowkey in the middle of planning an angst Sky fic (sky and warriors centric, ghirahim involved) any advice for writing?

*SCREAMS* that sounds AWESOME my dude!!!

um. uhhhhhhhh shit. writing advice??? i can try????? idk what sort of advice you want or need

what i do is i say "ok heres what i want in this chapter. this is the Big Idea." maybe there's two Big Ideas. maybe there's more. but if i know where i'm going, and i know how the fic ends, then it's easier to figure out how i want to get there. you don't even need a clear-cut ending!! you don't need specifics, you can just say "this is generally how i want these guys to be" but you can't start mapping without a destination, in both a chapter and the fic as a whole. that's pretty much what i've learned

if you want character advice, what i do is break them down into their parts and show myself "this is what happened to them, this is how they reacted, which means that they have this kind of mentality and these attributes" idk also just look at how other people portray them lol. if you don't like that, go hog wild, i guess!

if you're writing a character in pain, i reblogged a post a bit ago about it that i actually found really helpful (it honestly might still be in the queue hold on a sec, yes it was in the queue here ya go) i also have the messiest fucking tagging system, but i might have some stuff in #writing things

and just in general, have fun with it!! don't think that you need to check any specific boxes. say "fuck it" out loud, with a giant smile on your face, and let yourself write. imagine what you want to explain, and then put that feeling, or that place or person or thought into words (just make sure you take care of yourself, especially when writing angst lmao). Seriously!! there is no obligations, it's just you and what you want to create

and don't beat yourself up. chances are, it will be better than you give yourself credit for.

(also btw your fic sounds really really really cool, if you could tag me or send me a link if you publish it, i would be forever indebted to you because that is SUCH a cool story idea and i'm gonna go feral over it, i love that SO MUCH)

if you have any other questions, or you want advice on something else more specific that i didn't talk about, don't hesitate to ask!! idk how valuable my advice is, but i'll try my best if you really want it. a lot of this is just stuff i do, i don't really know if it makes sense or if it's useful or anything, but i like helping, so if this helps, then awesome!

hope you're doing well!!!

[moonstream-05]

5 times Sky wanted to experience what Brandon did + 1 time he did

A little writing piece about Sky and Brandon (Sky's perspective)

Hope you enjoy :)

Sky had known Brandon from his first memory, Brandon was older than he by a good few months, not that it mattered now, but as a child, Sky had thought it to be the coolest thing (and maybe he was a tad jealous). He'd vocalized this to his parents, but he'd been dismissed, his mother saying, 'you're a prince Sky, grow up,' and his father saying, 'wait till you're King, then everyone will be jealous.'

Sky was happy to admit he'd never taken any of that advice.

-

Moving forward in his memories was nicer, he remembered things more clearly and they were happier: he’d gotten to hang out with a family! He remembered the first dinner he spent with Brandon and it was absolutely divine. The food made was homely and conversation flew easily, and he was included.

He was 8 and Brandon was 9, making his sisters about 5 and 3 if Sky was able to recall correctly. They'd stared at him and he remembered being creeped out, brown eyes and green eyes staring directly into the soul, until the elder one said, “You've got pretty blue eyes!”

Young Brandon had, very kindly, replied, “Don't be a creep!”

Before taking Sky's hand to drag him to Brandon's room. Sky remembered thinking it was absolutely tiny. There was a bed neatly tucked into the corner with a bookshelf over the top of it, stuffed with books about fighting. At the bottom of the bed was a box which was also packed, but with toys instead. There was a calendar on the other side of the room, atop the yellow walls. There was a wardrobe too, it was covered with stickers but one of the doors was slightly off the hinges. Brandon’s bed covers were different too, the covers a dark blue and the curtains were a dark red. The room was also messy, very messy; Brandon didn’t seem to care.

“This is my room,” Brandon had said, smiling.

Sky remembered smiling in response. They spent a lot of the day chatting on the bed, jumping off of the bed and playing with the toys from the bottom box. Sky even remembered playing a short game of hide and seek, where they’d taken turns in hiding under the bed or within the wardrobe. It had already been a great day.

Brandon’s mom had come up, and opened the door with a smile to the two, “Dinners almost ready boys, want to help us set the table?”

Sky didn’t know what that was at the time, but Brandon sure seemed happy to comply.

They put the forks down and the knives, and Brandon’s dad even let them help light the candle, Sky had been mesmerized. 

The five of them had then eaten dinner, conversation throughout and he had adored it! He wasn’t excluded from the family conversations and the adults had even talked to him. The only thing he hated about dinner was the finishing, and being finished meant he had to go home, those were the conditions set by his parents. 

“We hope you enjoyed today, Sky,” Brandon’s mom had said, eyes crinkling.

Brandon’s dad had agreed and continued, “We’d be more than happy to have you again.”

Brandon had shouted, “Yeah!”

Sky had wanted that and said as much.

When he’d gotten home, his mother sent him straight to bed. His bedroom felt empty, the walls were the same color, a miserable white. And yes his room was massive but it didn’t scream him, like Brandon’s had. 

He had said at dinner with his parents, “Do you think we could decorate my room?”

His mother had frankly responded, “Sky, do not talk at the dinner table, what have we said?”

Sky remained silent. And had contemplated what he’d experienced at his friend’s. He decided he might be a little bit jealous of that family life.

-

Brandon and he were 13, and were at Brandon’s as per usual. Brandon’s dad was with them too though, something rather rare for the Eraklyon guard, due to the packed schedule. They were being taught how to fight, with a sword. 

It was the condition for Brandon’s father to actually have time off for his wife’s pregnancy, to teach Sky how to defend himself. Brandon had been joining in. 

Sky had been taller than Brandon for a while, but Brandon was slowly catching up, Sky had loved to hold that over his head.

During their training, they’d both been doing well, Sky had been excelling though, feeling a preference towards the more ‘classic’ weapons, a shield and sword. But he was more looking forward to the broadsword, he didn’t know why, it just looked cool, really. It was tall and well wide, and if used well could split earth, a rare weapon among specialists, something he aspired to be.

Brandon, to put it nicely, had been clueless, at least at the beginning of the lessons before he became more confident by the end. Sky knew this would be the case, due to their different backgrounds, but thought he’d have been a bit more knowledgeable due to the multiple books of fighting that now littered Brandon’s room. Still, Sky wasn’t judgemental, Brandon was his best friend.

Sky remembered voicing his excitement to his friend, Brandon hadn’t shared the same excitement, but still voiced his enjoyment, especially over the fact that they’d actually be getting a different teacher, opposed to his dad. Sky hadn’t and still didn’t understand why Brandon was excited to not be taught by his dad, Brandon’s dad had always been great. Though, Sky hadn’t shown his bewilderment over the statement. 

Once they arrived at the designated area for the lesson, they were introduced to their ‘teacher’, a younger member of Eraklyon’s Royal Guard, who was to be supervised by Brandon’s dead.

His name was Ezra, and he was tall and muscled and very smiley. He had blonde hair that was tied up in a ponytail, and had sparkly blue eyes. Sky had remembered wanting to be just like him.

Throughout the lesson he provided gentle encouragement, along with the advice. He had structured the lesson, in a very effective way (Sky had thought): to begin with Ezra had shown the posed and moves without the sword and had had the two copy him; then there were wooden broadswords where Ezra had showed them how to grip effectively and then they copied the moves with the wooden swords.

Sky had thought it had gone great, the sword didn’t exactly feel right but he’d put it down to the well, wooden make of the weapon. Ezra had agreed and promised that in the next few weeks he would provide the two with ‘proper swords, that would suit their sizes’. Sky hadn’t been able to contain his excitement.

A few weeks had passed, the twos training had continued to go well, there was always the looming sense of excitement for if the two’s broadswords had been sorted. Finally, that day arrived.

Sky had jumped around in excitement (though he will deny it to anyone who asks), and couldn’t wait to try the sword out. They had to have a refresher session, before actually using the weapons (which made sense, but Sky had been so eager). The strikes, the moves, the hold was recapped, and then, Ezra placed the sword in Sky’s hands.

He had wobbled. He’d managed to steady himself, but he felt off balance, like it was too heavy, which didn’t make sense, it was made for him, ‘why didn't it work?’ He’d been thinking. He had been holding it correctly, but it had felt so loose in his hands. Whenever he’d tried to do a move, or anything really, with the sword, his whole balance was spun around. And for a moment he had stopped; he saw Brandon, who’d been frolicking around with the sword.

It was hard not to feel bitter about it.

-

Brandon and he had grown a lot. Brandon now towered over most people and Sky wasn’t to be considered short by other planets, despite being ‘average’ on Eraklyon. Despite his physical growth, his parents still refused to allow him to leave the planet at all, not even to attend Red Fountain.

“I can’t believe this,” Sky complained to Brandon, the both of them hanging out in Brandon’s (now tiny) room.

“Why don’t you just talk to them some more, dude?” Brandon replied, flicking his fringe away from his eyes.

“The only way they’d let me leave is if I had constant protection, which would look ridiculously stupid in a hero school,” Sky said, groaning, before contemplating, “Unless… Brandon, how would you feel about attending Red Fountain with me?”

Brandon looked taken aback, “You know, I’d love it. You also know, my parents can’t afford that. They’ve got other kids too, and are barely considered middle class.”

Sky smirked, before running to the castle shouting back, “Leave that to me!”

He approached his father, explained an idea, “Father, you know how much I would love to go to the school and I respect that you are worried, but I have a solution to a multitude of problems.”

Erendor looked up at his son, and raised his eyebrow, “Go on.”

“My friend Brandon, also wants to go to this school, and well you know he’s a very skilled fighter, and as payment you could pay for his well schooling fee?” Sky explained, speedily.

“While that is a wonderful thought son,” Erendor started, voice dragging, “We’d much rather someone to be a decoy, unless, I suppose… show me a photo of him.”

Sky complied, rather embarrassed at the fact his father could not remember his best friend and the son of his quite frankly underpaid Captain of the Guard. He got a recent photo up, one Brandon’s mom had taken of them by a tree on a family outing they’d all been on.

His father closely inspected the photo, he then looked up at Sky, “This could work. He’d have to be tested and appointed to your Squire, if he does well. But he certainly could pass as a Prince, as well as your protector, if he fights like the brute he looks.”

Over the next few days, Brandon underwent many trials and had been appointed to Squire. Sky had never been more proud of his best friend, though he may have been slightly bitter over his friend’s ability to gain the approval of his parents, something he’d struggled with plenty.

-

Sky couldn't help but look on in amusement at the flirting between Brandon and Stella, that he’d gotten a few months off of, due to Stella’s expulsion. It was fun to tease the two of them. Or it had been last year. Not now, not now that he knew Brandon would tease him right back about Bloom. He didn’t know whether he was supposed to be thankful for the advice provided, Sky would just nod along in hopes to get his friend to shut up.

How Brandon could confidently flirt, he had no clue, maybe it was the fact he and Stella were a sure thing. Or maybe Brandon just really had insane amounts of confidence when it came to that sort of thing, which he would be jealous about if that were the case.

-

Everything had been revealed, the ‘truth’ given away by his own father, who had been the one to come up with this stupid plan. He felt numb. He felt guilty. He couldn’t do anything to change it. He couldn’t blame those who looked at him with hate.

He had flashes of the faces he saw when it happened: Bloom’s tear ridden faced, eyes red and puffy; Stella’s haunted face that got more hollow as he stared; Timmy’s face decorated with anger, something rarely displayed by him; Riven’s look of unsurprised surprise; Flora’s confused and quiet rage; Musa’s contrasting loud outrage; Tecna’s uncertainty and Brandon’s look of shame, embarrassment, mortification.

The girls seemed to disappear with a flash, Timmy and Riven walked away. Diaspro had long stormed off. Brandon was stationary, frozen, statuesque.

They’d gotten home, Timmy had already left, Riven too. It was just the Prince and Squire.

Brandon was silent, Sky tried, but conversation didn’t prevail. Sky tried to contact everyone to explain everything, yet no one listened, everyone had hung him up if he could call them, most who he’d had a friendship with had blocked him. 

Brandon remained silent.

Sky knew exactly what Brandon was feeling but didn’t. He felt both. A lot of times he’d wished he could feel or experience what Brandon felt, he didn’t now, because he felt the same.

[idrathernotsblog]

The First - A Wip

Sky wasn’t really sure when it started. Perhaps it was just before Wind joined, or maybe even earlier. Settling down for the night or for meals, the Chain just tended to sit wherever, often continuing conversations or seeking some time alone. There were no designated spots that a person sat, just simply being part of a group was interesting enough, with startlingly different personalities and hobbies. Sky watched roles develop as the Chain spent more and more time together, Time emerged as a strong leader, a father figure, with Twilight loyally dogging his steps. Warriors settled into a solid second, picking up the slack when Time was unavailable, the irritating older brother who was a little arrogant. Hyrule and Wind ended up being the pseudo younger brothers, with the latter especially bitter about it. Four became the weapons connoisseur, as well as another brother that no one was quite sure where to put. When Wild finally joined, he settled neatly into the cook and the crazy, and for lack of a more appropriate word, wild brother. Legend was harder to put into a category, seemingly changing behaviors at the drop of a hat, being both the younger brother and the older one, both the responsible and reckless one. 

When it came down to it, Sky wasn’t sure where he would put himself. There was no job title they other affectionately called him, no teasing nickname beyond poking fun at his sleepiness. Sky simply was. He didn’t see himself as particularly close to anyone, but the kind of friend they all could rely on. 

After the first few discussions of timelines and their placements, Sky quickly figured out that he must have been the first. He didn’t have the same experiences as the others, there was no Ganon, Ganondorf, or Calamity Ganon to be fought, no dramatic building up to drawing the Master Sword, no real previous hero in recent memory to follow the footsteps of. Looking around at the faces surrounding him, he couldn’t help but feel a heavy feeling of guilt. The ugly syrupy feeling flowed up his lungs and wrapped around his heart, squeezing his throat into silence. The others joked and laughed, listening to Wind’s clearly exaggerated story, unaware. 

Unaware that the cause of their struggles and traumas was sitting among them.

Smiling lightly when the others did, Sky’s thoughts continued to circle the drain, his eyes catching on Wild’s scars and Time’s eye. Carefully cataloging every single detail of suffering. He would remember, burn into his retinas every single thing caused by one weak boy who was thrown from his cushy life into chaos and destiny. 

Warmth crept up from his right side.

Sky briefly turned his head, his eyes meeting purple ones before he looked back forwards towards the speakers. He leaned into the point of contact between him and Legend slightly.

The rest of the evening passed swiftly, with Sky barely noticing when he was left off the watch roster, bedding down in front of the fire, and closing his eyes to the orange glow behind his eyelids.