kissing elixirs

Link spent months finding ingredients and testing elixirs. He couldn’t count the times he wanted to quit or how many bottles he broke. The worst results tended to make him sick too… but he was determined.

Finally when he thought he’d tried every combination without success, he did it.

He waited until he was with Sidon before really testing it out. It was all in his big plan to woo the clueless Zora. They spent the day at a secluded lake swimming and updating each other on their lives. It was well timed, he drank the elixir when Sidon wasn’t paying attention and then started flailing like he was drowning.

He had to admit that Sidon was the fastest Zora he knew, the prince had his arms around him within seconds. It took a little more of his strength than he’d like to admit but he managed to drag Sidon under the water with him after a brief struggle.

Sidon was giving him a scared look, probably wondering what the hell he was doing. He didn’t have to wait long as Link leaned in to kiss him.

Sidon was still at first, but Link’s heart jumped when he felt an arm wrap around his waist and a cool hand touch his cheek.

It must have only lasted a minute but Link felt so content it felt like forever to him. Sidon eventually became worried and tried to pull him back up to the surface but Link smirked at him and inhaled a lungful of water, showing him he could breathe just fine.

With that out of the way, Link pulled him in again and held him in place. There was no reason for them not to continue.

He could feel Sidon smiling against his lips, finally resigning to his fate.

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FT Fluff week Day 2 - Music | Games


                                                        Lucy: Age 15 ||| Natsu: Age 16


“Dear Mama,

Oh Mama, it was so embarrassing!

Today, Natsu and I were in my room singing Yellow by Coldplay. I was playing the guitar and I asked Natsu to sing. I swear I am in love with his voice. Oh uhm I mean, yeah, voice. ANYWAY, he pulled me onto his lap and hugged me from behind while I was playing the guitar. Oh my gosh! It was so embarrassing. And then when he sang, ohdearmavishelpme, his breath was tickling my ears and he was whispering the lyrics and– Oh dear, I thought my poor heart was going to burst! But he was too close and his breath and his voice GAH! Stupid Natsu. I know he’s just teasing me.

Sorry Mama, my letter today’s so messed up. But having Natsu near me makes me do things that I wouldn’t really do to people who’s not Natsu. I know I am having feelings for him but… he’s my best friend. I don’t know if he would accept it if I did confess to him but… I’m still young, Mama. I still have time to think about my feelings and for the meantime, I’m going to enjoy being with Natsu as his best friend. He’s the only constant in my ever-changing universe. Well, Levy is also my best friend but she also has Gajeel. And they’re so cute together even though they’re polar opposites! 

Oh yes, I almost forgot. I have no idea why I missed this but… Papa saw Natsu and I when we were jamming… I wanted to be buried with Natsu at that time because he caught me sitting on his lap while Natsu’s face was so close with mine. Papa almost broke down the door and we were so, so scared. He looked like a demon prepared to kill (Sorry for the language, Mama.). But at the same time it was hilarious because suddenly, Papa was chasing Natsu around the room. I couldn’t handle my laugh so I dropped on the bed and laughed so hard. Papa and Natsu stopped their chase and looked at me like I was an animal in a zoo. In the end, we were all laughing and Papa offered Natsu to stay for dinner.

Would you believe it Mama? Papa cooks our dinner every night. He learned how to cook years ago when he reduced his time at the company to take care of me more (and also Natsu since he’s always around the house. I wonder if Grandeeney and Igneel was used to Natsu not being home? I need to apologize to them in the future. Or maybe invite them to dinner together with Wendy.). I’m so happy because the lonely meals became so much livelier with Papa and Natsu around.

I wish you were here, Mama. Papa and I misses you so much. And Natsu wanted to meet you too. 

I love you, Mama.

Love, Lucy.”


                                                     Part 3 of 9


Parts: I (Puppy) // II (Together/Come On)  //  III (Music/Games)  //  IV (Starlight/Rain)  // V (Promises/Always)  //  VI (Count On Me)  //  VII (I Lived/Show Me)  //  VIII (Serendipity)  //  IX (Happy Ever After)


It’s official. I’m cramming everything. I just slept yesterday from 9 pm to 8 am haha. Gosh I was so tired. Oh well. Until next time! XD

Okay, so I was talking to @thatonedaydream about curatives in the world of FFXV. Like, there’s magic in the world and potions to heal you, but what happens when you take a ton like the chocobros? The human body is amazing in how it can heal itself, but it can only do so much. So, this is “how do the chocobros deal with having to taken so many potions?”

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Mentally, Gladio is as strong as the steel he wields in battles. Unwavering loyalty in the king he has sworn to protect and trust in the friends he fights alongside. Above all, a shield cannot fall in battle. It is all too easy to lose count of the number of curatives taken in battle. The number doesn’t matter, as long as his duty if fulfilled. But, a human body can only take so much before it fails. Scar tissue rips open, blood running down his chest like war paint. Fresh wounds stay open, body at its limit with how quickly it can repair itself. And so, it is with a bitter heart that the king’s shield must admit that curatives alone cannot always help. Instead, he must be taken care of- fresh stitches, bandages, and medication to allow the slow process of healing.

For Noctis, it is the taste that makes him sick. Potions, elixirs, Maiden’s kiss- any thought of them outside of battle causes his stomach to churn. In the beginning of the journey to Altissa, he could down a dozen of the various cocktails without issue. Now? Now he braces for the sickly liquid he has to take to keep him in the fight. It coats his tongue and the burns his nose with its smell. He finds himself unable to eat immediately after fighting because everything ends up tasting exactly like curatives. Ignis has begun to notice that Noctis avoids certains foods whose tastes remind him of their curatives. Of course, the wear on his body leaves Noctis exhausted- but when isn’t he tired?

He doesn’t swing a blade, but Prompto still feels the physical strain that curatives place on his body. It leaves him drained and short of breath. Bent over and resting his hands on his knees, he gasps for air. His heart hammers in his ears, drowning out the exclamations of victory his friends give after a particularly drawn out battle. He tries to act casual to play off any worries his friends may have while he fights the urge to claw at his throat. There’s nothing wrapped around his neck but there has to be a reason why he ends up wheezing. When it passes, he’s almost more thankful to be over the fit than to have survived the fight. 

It’d be polite not to ask Ignis to cook something after a fight. The strategist is busy enough keeping an eye on his companions during battle, tossing and administering curatives that it leaves little time to think of the consequences. Dealing out healing for four people leaves frightening side effects for someone who prides themselves in their hands. It doesn’t take long before he feels his palms burn, skin revealing a frightening pattern of blistering red and bone white splotching. Fingertips go numb, pain running up his arms. He can hardly grip his weapons, let alone a kitchen knife to cook. No one notices that night when his food presentation is subpar- or, at the very least, no one says anything to upset him.

You’re part moth, part girl. Constantly flying into the light and then wondering why it always hurts so. You’ve started wearing longer skirts so that you don’t ‘send out the wrong message’, as your mother says. You’ve come home at 4am, wrapped only in a blanket, one too many times. You can’t eat. You can’t sleep. Now this is your penance.
You’re part star, part girl. Soaring and flying and shining and growing and then exploding into a million t i n y p a r t s. You’re so used to breaking yourself up into tiny pieces for everyone, you wouldn’t even recognise your reflection whole.
You’re part woman, part girl. You have the body, but don’t know how to use it. You have the mind, but you don’t know how to control it. You’re lipstick smudged, pink cheeked 20, lips already forming the words “I’m sorry” for all the mistakes you’re yet to make.
You’re part hurricane, part girl. You’ve fought wars in your mind that would bring grown men to their knees. You’ve been ripped apart and sewn back together more times than you care to count, and yet here you are. Your kiss is an elixir. You could move mountains with the amount of strength and love you hold in that tiny heart of yours.
—  - N.G | “I’m just doing my best”