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You'll Get It Eventually ~ Philo x Mysor

Good ol' tooth rotting fluff about two old men, magical powers, and beefy man snuggles

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A loud and angry groan was heard from the room owned by one of the footsoldiers and his husband. Philo, an older Yiga member, has always struggled with simple spells and magical attacks. While he has been able to at least manage most of the easier ones, he will probably never get to do the one thing most Yiga are well known for...

Transformation.

Also known as shapeshifting, cloaking, mimicking... even the lowest of Yiga members are usually required to understand the ability. Philo is one of the few who is unable to master it. It always gets to him. Mysor will come back to the hideout and transform back after a long day of work and Philo just... looks at him as the magical talismans fall. He's jealous, and it hurts. But he can't say anything. It's too stupid. Petty even.

Mysor was out on call again, so all he had left to do was sit in bed and practice. The slim, white haired man sighed deeply and plopped himself in the middle of his large bed. A dusty book of Yiga magic and battle strategies laid open beside him.

"Why does Mysor get to have all the fun? Going out on crazy missions, wielding big ass swords, transforming..." He trailed off before slapping his hands onto his face and yelling at himself again. Philo took a deep breath and removed his hands, sitting up from the bed. "Okay. It's FINE! I just need to wait for him to get home so I can ask him to teach me again. I'm gonna get it one day!" That was a lie. It was a lie he's been telling himself for at least 30 years actually. No matter how many times he has tried, it hasn't happened. He simply cannot do it.

After another hour or so of laying in bed feeling sorry for himself, he heard a poof outside his room. It was Mysor, finally. When the door opened, all he saw was a small Hylian woman. She was dressed in the average traveler's gear and held a small sack of... something. Just as he stood in front of the woman, looking down at her, she disappeared into a large cloud of smoke and talismans. A more familiar person appeared before Philo, his precious dumplin'. Mysor brought a finger to his chin and tilted his head back so he was able to see his face.

"I'm back"

Without saying anything, Philo wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and pressed his face into the absolutely chiseled abs of the man before him. Mysor chuckled a bit and just picked him up, holding the smaller man up to his face.

"Did you miss me?"

"I always miss you, shit head."

"Well, I missed you too. Did you do anything while I was gone?"

Philo immediately averted his eyes, not wanting to tell him about his little sob story. Mysor placed his husband on the bed and sat beside him. It was really obvious what was wrong. The blademaster decided it would be best to not push it and instead flopped onto his back, arms out and ready for cuddle time. Philo smirked and threw himself into those big, scarred and muscular arms. He was a lucky man, so why did he still complain about such a simple thing?

"You're jealous again, aren't you?"

"No I'm not! I'm just... drained."

"Because you were practicing again."

"How did you-"

Mysor pointed at the book on the bedside table. It did make it easy to guess. Philo sighed, he was caught red handed.

"Fiiiine. I was trying to do it again even though I should know by now that it's impossible. Can you really blame me?"

He looked so defeated. His pointed ears flopped, and most of his body went limp. Philo knew it was impossible. It's not that he was doing anything wrong, he just... couldn't do it. Mysor felt sorry for him, but there was simply nothing he could do. He held onto Philo and scooted so they were sat up against the headboard of the bed.

"Philo?" Mysor quietly asked for his attention, moving hair out of the man's face.

"You really don't have to feel bad for me, you know. It's my problem and I have to live with it."

"While I can't promise anything, I think you'll be able to do it. One day."

"Love the sentiment, but it's been like 34 years. It's not happening."

Philo gave him a kiss and went back to snuggling into his chest. Sure, he was right, but it was still upsetting. He has put so much energy into practicing and nothing works. Mysor scoffed a bit and held Philo's hand.

"You have plenty of other talents, my dear" He smiled, bringing the hand up to his lips.

"Good Ganon you're such a dweeb. Give me more kisses and maybe I'll feel less sad."

"Hmm... are you sure that will work?" The man spoke in a much lower tone, getting right in his husband's face. Philo's ears twitched a bit and quickly started to turn a bright red. He smacked one of Mysor's shoulders, laughing to himself. His entire face was the same color as that of a Hylian shroom.

"I am very sure that will work, dumplin'."