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#I’m losing my mind imagining it
shayewrites · 3 months
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currently going feral over this levi fanart. listen. i need this. i need WWII levi coming back home from the war or soldier y/n meeting captain levi during the war. listen, i don’t care how or what i have to do to get more of this, but this sent me STRAIGHT BACK to my bucky barnes era on sight. like please tell me i’m not the only one losing my mind here. JUST LOOK.
(i couldn’t find the artist because it might be ai).
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dwarvenchords · 4 months
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george and pierre in an ihop was not on my bingo card
(the groupchat googled the promotion on the table it is 100% an ihop)
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azul-marie · 2 years
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little habits of love.
fem. reader feat. arthur, charles, javier, sean, john
arthur —
drawings to amuse.
his artistry is unknown to many but you, and perhaps little jack for all his curiosity. arthur is a private, sentimental man, all his thoughts collecting and manifesting across the pulp of his journal’s pages. but if you ask, even just to tease, you’ll no sooner receive a carefully folded gift of a drawing of something you mentioned to him before — a flower, a wild turkey’s feather, even a sleeping portrait of charles. some are detailed and thoughtful, shadows and light captured alike, while others are messy little scrawls drawn from boredom, of long trips back campward all alone. arthur says nothing of these gifts of his. the only thanks he needs is the way you grin up at him, the way you press those pages between ones of your own.
charles —
blocking sunny rays from a pretty face.
his statue is much discussed, height and build and all, strength seeping through the cloth of his clothing. charles is accustomed to being the tallest, the largest man in the room, save for a mr. arthur morgan. yet it still comes times his body serves for a purpose other than hurt, than suffering — times when the summer sun is high up above the clouds, its rays piercing your eyes, twisting that lovely face of yours into a grimace. he is not aware of when this habit began. charles knew only to spare you from this bother, by standing behind or besides you to give you a slice of shade while you worked. when you notice, the way you fawn so sweetly warms his heart, though he’ll only brush it off as the right thing to do. if it’s for you, it’s always right.
javier —
hands and arms at your beck and call.
he is a gentlemen, posh and proud in his own right. although the two of you live this life of freedom and criminality, javier never forgets to treat you like the loveliest lady you are. on riverbank walks, he’ll cross your elbows together to keep you warm and close. he insists on his hands on your waist whilst helping you dismount your horse. no matter the length of stairs ahead of you, his hand is always outstretched for you to steady yourself on the way down. before you need it, javier’s holding whatever it is out for you to pluck from his grasp, always anticipating your every move. he insists it is the compatibility between you both, how in tune you’ve grown to be. loyalty is his name, and he’s given it to you.
sean —
a quiet vulnerability.
his boisterous, cheeky camaraderie is unmatched by any other in the gang. sean is, at once, the joy and annoyance of every one person’s heart, despite their saying otherwise. but rarely, rarer than double-crossed rainbows or a sober camp party, sean falls silent. it is the type of silence that comes with trust, and a side of love; it is the kind that belongs only to you. where his head rests upon your lap, on your shoulder, your bosom, eyes closed in thoughtful quiet. where he soaks up your whispered words and gentle touches, wanting nothing more than his world enveloped by you. it never lasts long, for sean is too adamant of his feelings to go on without showering you in some sort of affection — but this quiet, his quiet, speaks volumes on his behalf.
john —
senses, touch, only for you.
during the wolf attack, it was all teeth and scapes and blood left behind to mark him. and after, it was pairs of hands after hands, touching his face, his battered body, until the day he finally healed enough to walk. john, plenty touch-starved before, now flinches and flicks off unwanted hands or legs or shoulders when he feels them getting too close. but you are never too close, no, never close enough. perhaps it is the shy of the soul that doesn’t allow him to admit aloud; whereas he snaps and growls at the others, it is by your hand he calms, whether it’s a stroke of his head or a caress of his cheek. it is a trust deeply connecting, said without words. john knows no hurt when it comes from you.
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apocalypticbadass · 11 months
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i just know abby loves to sniff her girl’s panties post-workout.
this is about to be incredibly foul and completely self indulgent so there’s ur warning lmao. also i did say self indulgent so i’m writing this in first person bc idgaf.
smutty, mdni, perv!abby, if ur a germaphobe don’t read this
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after unlocking the door to abby and my apartment, i was ready to beeline to the shower. i’d just finished a workout and was absolutely covered in sweat. walking into our bedroom, i smiled at the sight of abby taking a nap on our bed, lips parted and hair down, strewn gently across her freckled shoulders.
my smile stuck to my face as i walked into our bathroom and shut the door, showered quickly, and threw on a pair of boxers (abby’s) and a t shirt (also abby’s) before returning to our room to find my girlfriend awake.
“hi angel.” i smiled, stroking abby’s cheekbone.
her brows furrowed and her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. i tried to kiss it away, but she was persistent.
“what’s wrong, my love? you’re all pouty.”
“you showered.”
“yes? was i not supposed to?”
her pout intensified and her cheeks dusted pink. “i wanted to eat you out.”
i snorted a laugh at her. “you’re welcome to do that still.”
“no, babeeeee. i wanted to eat you out before you showered.” she whined softly.
“well now i’m all clean and ready for you.”
“but i like the way you…the way you smell after the gym, baby.”
“i’ll keep that in mind, love.” i laughed.
“what color panties were you wearing today?”
my eyes went wide and my jaw fell slack. “excuse me?”
“what color were they?”
“i- abby? black, i think?”
abby pushed herself up off the bed and made her way to our bathroom.
“abigail grace. you better not.”
i received no answer as she retrieved my underwear from the floor of our bathroom, bringing it back to our bed like a puppy.
“jesus christ, woman.” i said, not believing my eyes. i knew she loved the way i smelled after the gym, but i couldn’t fathom her actions.
she sat back down where she was previously and pressed my panties against her face, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“fuck, abby.”
her hand trailed down to rub her clit through the boxers she was wearing.
“you filthy fucking bitch, oh my god.”
the groan she let out at my words was entirely unexpected. “keep talking. tell me how filthy i am.”
my breath caught in my throat for a moment, but it didn’t take me long to bring my lips to her ear and my hand to her throat, gently applying pressure to her pulse point. “you really get off on this, huh?”
“mhm…”
“needy fucking whore, touching yourself to the smell of me.”
her fingers circled her aching clit faster as i spoke, breathy moans leaving her pretty lips.
“christ, look at you. got my panties practically shoved up your nose. fucking disgusting, good god. nasty fucking slut.”
“baby, i’m so fuckin’ close, please keep talking, please.”
“they’re still fucking damp, aren’t they? you can feel it up against your nose, huh? all that sweat from my workout, you like how my pussy smells after the gym, huh? always eat me out so good after a workout, like you’re fucking starving. greedy little perv, so fuckin’ pussy whipped that you’ll get off to the smell of my dirty panties.”
her whines were high pitched now, i knew how close she was, so i pulled back and looked into her eyes. there was barely any blue left, her pupils were so dilated.
“cum for me, my pretty whore.”
abby threw her head back as she finished, my used underwear never leaving her nose. she paused to catch her breath, setting my panties on her shoulder as she cooled down. my lips found hers, and i could just barely smell myself on her nose as we kissed.
“you’re so fucking sexy, baby. so fucking hot, thank you so much.” she said in between kisses.
maybe i’ll shower right after the gym more often.
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general-dweebous · 9 months
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Listen if I don’t get to read a lusty sexual tension fic between Miguel O’Hara & reader soon that includes or emulates this exact scene I will riot
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r0semultiverse · 1 month
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Imagine if having devil fruit powers in One Piece got you the label of “fruity.” They needed a name/label to call people who have devil fruit powers so they just start saying you’re fruity. If you’re strong as fuck with your devil fruit powers? That’s fruity as Hell!
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bishoprose · 9 months
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It’s not enough to reread RWRB I need to vote for the reelection of President Ellen Claremont 😩
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epiclamer · 2 years
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A RATHER DIFFERENT SET OF FRIENDS.
Part 2
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
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Blood Shot
“Villain, we need your help.”
The five words Villain had been waiting their whole life to hear. They were enough to pull the biggest grin across their face and their veins to pulse with new found control. Their heart hammering in their chest, breath coming in sharply and they bit their lip to try and ground themselves.
The heroes actually needed them.
“Superhero has gone mad, just like you said, and-“
“Beg.” Villain cutoff Hero in their explanation, they didn’t need to hear it. They knew this day would come, they knew Superhero was no good. They knew that they would lose their touch someday and reveal their true self, their true intentions. And finally, after all these years of being locked up and tortured, the heroes needed Villains help.
Hero gulped visibly, throat bobbing up and down. Their eyes flickered to their teammates, but they all knew that they didn’t have any other choice. Villain was the only one who could defeat Superhero. “Please-“
“On your knees.” Villains smile only grew at the blush that ran up Hero’s neck to their cheeks, dusting them in a light pink as they thought on the others words. Finally, after a deep breath and another second of contemplation Hero got down on one knee. Looking up at their nemesis with those beautiful, pleading brown eyes. “I said both knees.”
Hero looked about to combust, their whole face and neck a burning red as they let their other knee drop and came to a fully kneeling position. The other heroes were silent, besides the occasional uneasy shuffle of feet or cloth, but besides that it was quiet. So eerily quiet.
Villain bit their bottom lip at the sight, what a beautiful sight. The heroes who had chained them up in this cell so long ago now so obedient and complaint. Beautiful.
“Remove my bonds.” Hero went to get up from their kneeling position to reach for the lock on Villains restraints, but Villain stopped them. “Not you, Hero. You stay still and look pretty for me. Sidekick, free me.”
Technically Sidekick didn’t have the authority to do that, but another seconds hesitation and it looked like Villain was getting impatient so they moved. Quickly grabbing Hero’s key from their belt and unlocking the chains that had held Villain down for so long.
Meanwhile, Hero was sure they were going to die of embarrassment. Were they seriously submitting to their enemy? After all their hard work to keep them contained? Not to mention their reputation in front of their teammates… They could only feel less and less leader-like the more time passed.
Villain sighed comfortably as the chains finally slipped off them. They had been wrapped in those for years and it was starting to take a toll on their body. Thankfully, they were off now and Villain would have plenty of bubble baths to soak in and massages to help after they easily defeated Superhero.
The criminals eyes flipped back to Hero’s unsure ones, they looked uncomfortable but not in the way of which they needed help, but in the way that they wanted to disappear from the earths surface because of how embarrassed they were. Villain couldn’t help but smirk, Hero was so cute with pink flushed cheeks.
“You can grovel at my feet now, darling… beg prettily enough and I’ll help you with a strategy to take down Superhero, okay?”
It took every ounce of restraint in Hero’s body not to cuss Villain out right then and there before stomping out of the room in a fit. Instead, they plastered on a smile over their growing red face and begged. “Villain. Won’t you please help us defeat Superhero.”
Villain didn’t look satisfied, waving their hand in a ‘continue’ gesture as they lifted a brow.
“We really, really, really, need your help. Please, Villain, help us.” The other look displeased once more, shaking their head and facepalming as they let out an annoyed huff.
“As much as I’d love to keep this up, Superhero will be here any moment seeking to tear down this place with all of us in it. So will you all please get to your posts and I’ll give you directions from there.” Villain gestured with their hand to the group standing behind Hero to move out and they all shuffled away.
Hero got up off the floor to join them at their places when Villain stopped them.
“Ah, ah, ah, you and I are going to work on your begging instead, dearest…”
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smilesrobotlover · 6 months
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Whumptober day 30- bridal carry
You should read day 25 and day 28 to get a better understanding of what’s happening :>
Anyways, I don’t like this one, so just take it so I don’t have to look at it anymore. I hope you like it more than I do 👍
Uh, no warnings, this one is very chill, just mostly mentions of what happened in day 28 and day 25, also some mentions of racism.
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Time opened his eyes and squinted at the sun peeking through the trees. He groaned as he sat up and noticed the others were with him. Well… not everyone. Warriors, Sky, Spirit, Legend, Wild, Age, and Minish were missing from the group, but the rest were all huddled up near him, still unconscious. Time licked his chapped lips and noted the familiar sensation of feeling hot and dry. They must’ve been in a desert of some kind, and as Time observed his surroundings more, he noted that the desert was awfully familiar. He stood up, accidentally causing Windy’s head to slip off his legs. His head hit the sand and he woke up, rubbing his head.
“Sorry Windy,” Time mumbled, helping him stand up.
“Where are we?” He asked, looking around at the others who were beginning to stir.
“I have a feeling we’re in Gerudo desert. Be on guard.”
Windy looked at Hyrule in concern, who was still unconscious.
“How is he?” Time asked.
Windy shook him a little, but Hyrule remained still. “He’s not waking up. I’m worried about him.”
Time frowned at the unconscious boy. The scratch on his chest seemed to have healed up thanks to the red potion Windy gave him, but he wasn’t sure if the magic draining poison was still in his system. They needed help. He lifted him up gently into his arms and started walking further into the valley.
“We need help. Maybe the Gerudo are nearby.”
Time marched into the valley without waiting for the others to fully wake up. They followed him reluctantly, but soon they were all awake and close by his side, protecting him and Hyrule in his arms. He was cautious as he observed the valley, it looking more and more familiar as he trekked through it. Though he rarely returned to it after his adventure, he couldn’t help but feel like this was his Gerudo desert. But that couldn’t be it, there’s no way. As much as Time hoped it was the case, there was no way getting back home was that easy.
Was it?
Time heard rocks tumbling down a cliff side and he froze, looking around him. The others stopped as well and began to pull out their weapons, but Time’s warning gaze caused them to pause.
“Is anyone there?” Time called out, holding Hyrule tighter. “We need help. Our friend is hurt, he won’t wake up.”
It was silent, then a Gerudo with a bow aiming towards them stepped out from a cluster of rocks. The others pulled out their shields but Time gave them another warning look.
“You’ll need to find somewhere else to go, voe,” the Gerudo yelled out, stepping cautiously towards them. “We have something far too precious here for you to be welcome here. I am sorry.”
Twilight stepped out next to Time. “Please. He’s just a kid! We’ll be in and out of your hair as soon as he’s better!”
“No! That is my final answer! I’m sorry, but I cannot allow you to come into Gerudo valley at this time.”
Time clutched Hyrule tighter, desperation getting a hold of him. He went to open his mouth, but someone spoke before he did.
“Risa, that poor boy needs help,” a familiar voice said from the group of Gerudo. “We can let them in, it’s ok.”
Time gasped as a pregnant woman stepped out, with fiery red hair tied in a yellow bandana, sharp blue eyes that stared at him lovingly, and dimples on her cheeks that appeared when she smiled at him.
“Malon,” he said, almost shocked, and her beautiful laugh made his heart soar. He gave Hyrule to Twilight and ran to his wife, who was crying tears of joy.
“Oh Link!” She cried, wrapping him in a hug. Time didn’t say anything, he just buried his face in her hair. Goddesses he forgot how good she smelled. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I’ve been so worried about you,” Time muttered, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her.
“You are the baby’s father?” Risa asked, and the two moved away from each other.
“Risa, this is my husband, Link,” Malon said, wrapping her arm around his waist. Risa stared at Time for a moment, then nodded.
“I see. The missing husband has returned.” Risa glanced at the other heroes who looked confused. “Normally, voe wouldn’t be allowed in Gerudo desert, but this is an exception. As for the boys—“
“I can’t leave them alone,” Time said quickly, gesturing to Hyrule. “He needs help, please.”
Malon gave Risa a look and she groaned.
“Fine. But as soon as that voe feels better, they’ll need to leave, understand?”
Time looked at Malon, then at the other heroes. They gave him a nod, and he sighed.
“Alright.”
Risa nodded and walked away, leaving the others to follow her.
“Link,” Malon started, glancing at the other heroes behind them, “we have a lot we need to talk about.”
Time grinned and nodded. “We do.”
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“Your friend is completely drained of all his magic,” the Gerudo healer stated, observing the unconscious Hyrule. “We need to hope that he can wake up on his own, just so we can give him a magic potion.”
Green nodded silently, watching Hyrule’s pale face as all the rest of the heroes shifted in the cramped room. All except Time of course, who was with his wife.
“How long will it take for him to wake up?” Twilight asked, holding Hyrule’s limp hand. The healer only shrugged.
“Not sure, he seems to be dangerously low on magic, it could take days for him to wake up.”
Twilight frowned, and Windy ran his hand through his hair.
“That sucks,” The young sailor muttered, and Blue shrugged.
“That stupid puppet did a number on him.”
“Will he at least be alright?” Red asked, worry in his voice. The healer shrugged again.
“This level of magic loss is dangerous, if we’re unlucky, he may succumb to his exhaustion.”
The group made different sounds of worry and concern over their traveling friend, who remained unmoving.
“I know you voe are worried, but it’s rather crowded in here, I need space to work. I will do whatever I can for him, I promise,” the healer said firmly yet gently. Twilight nodded and stood up, gesturing for the others to follow him. Everyone reluctantly followed him, looking around at the desert where other Gerudo women watched them.
“Well, now what?” Windy asked. “Time is with his wife, Hyrule is dying, we can’t really do anything here since we’re always being watched… I don’t know what to do.”
Twilight titled his head. “Well, someone should keep an eye on Hyrule, just to make sure he’s ok.”
“But the healer lady told us to leave.”
“That’s because we were all in there. I’m sure with just one person she won’t have an issue with it.”
Windy pouted but gave a determined nod, and headed back to where Hyrule was. Vio stepped up to Green and Twilight.
“Do you think we’re in any danger? The puppeteer is the reason why we’re here. He could attack us any second.”
“Then it sounds like we need someone to keep an eye out,” Twilight said with a grin. Green gave him a nod.
“The four of us will keep an eye out for the puppeteer! We’ll get you if we notice anything.”
“Good. Get going you four.”
Green nodded at his brothers and he marched towards the borders of Gerudo, but he stopped. “What will you do, Twi?”
The rancher shrugged. “I guess I’ll keep an eye on things as well, the puppeteer could attack from both sides. Now git.”
Twilight waved him away and Green smiled slightly. He gestured for the other colors to follow him, and they all went their separate ways.
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“So… this puppeteer guy kidnapped you and a bunch of heroes for… what reason?”
Time shrugged as Malon stared at him concerned. “None of us really know, but he’s been hunting us down. “
Malon glared and rested her head against his shoulder, getting more and more upset.
“Why… if I ever see him I swear I’ll make him pay!” She shot back up, fury in her voice. “It’s not right to tear people from their homes! I’ve been so worried about you! If he ever hurt you I’ll… oh I’ll do unspeakable things!”
Time chuckled and brought her back down to his shoulder. “It’s ok, dear, we’re gonna find him and take care of him. Now relax, think about the baby.”
Malon huffed and rubbed her stomach, looking upset. “Link, you don’t understand, it was really hard for me without you. I—I thought you were in danger and I couldn’t do anything… I was just… so alone.”
Time gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’m sorry, Malon. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
“It’s not your fault. I just… it’s been hard.”
“I know, dear. I know.” Time buried her in a hug which she leaned into, clutching his shirt tightly. “At least you had Talon there.”
Malon stiffened and sat up. “N-no, I didn’t have dad.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dad he… he disappeared as well, and then Ingo took the ranch and kicked me out… that’s why I’m here, in Gerudo because I had nowhere else to go!”
Time sat up, staring at Malon in shock.
“Talon is missing?”
“Yes! He went missing and Ingo kept saying how he was gone and he took the ranch!”
Time blinked at her. “He… he actually did that? Without Ganondorf?”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Malon looked down, playing with Time’s hair. “Do you think… Do you think the puppeteer guy stole dad?”
“I don’t know, I never saw Talon… goddesses, Malon I—“ Time pulled her into a hug that she leaned into, tears pouring out of her eyes. “I’m so sorry Malon.”
He held her as she cried silently, rubbing her back. “Why didn’t the Gerudo do something about Ingo?” He asked after a moment. “Surely stealing the ranch would’ve been bad enough for them to do something.”
Malon sniffed and rubbed her eyes. “No Link, think about it, if a bunch of Gerudo stole the ranch back from Ingo, who do you think the Hylian guard would side with?”
Time looked down sadly. It was a sad reality of things. Nobody trusted the Gerudo, they lumped them in with Ganondorf, assuming that they all shared his beliefs and ambitions. Being anywhere with Hylians was dangerous for them, leaving all of them to stay in the hot and dry desert. It wasn’t fair to them. He sighed again and rested his head against Malon’s.
“I promise, Malon, I’ll get Lon Lon back. Ingo won’t get away with this.”
Malon was silent for a moment as they held each other. “I missed you Link,” she whispered, and Time laid down with her still in his arms.
“I missed you too.”
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Leon looked around as the world around him got less green and more brown. The dry air and hot weather was an indication that they were getting closer to Gerudo desert, and he was getting uneasy. He wasn’t sure how the Gerudo were in Talon’s era. In his own era, they were trying to make up for what their leader did years ago, and though they were respectful to the Hylians, they didn’t trust them fully when they waltzed into their territory. With three Hylians walking into the desert, he didn’t know how these Gerudo would react.
“Uh, boys,” Talon started, wringing his hands, “just a fair warnin’, the Gerudo may not like our presence here…”
“What do you mean?” Rusl asked.
“Well, they’ve been wary about Hylians after Ganondorf got exposed for bein’ crazy. I just don’t wanna get arrested by them, is all.”
Rusl stopped walking and gave Talon a look. “Ok… ok… before we do possibly get arrested, are we sure that Malon is here?”
“I don’t know where else she would be! We’ve looked everywhere in Kakariko and castle town. I doubt she’d be able to get to Zora’s domain, and Kokiri forest ain’t a place for Hylians.” Talon sighed. “She has to be here.”
Rusl hummed and continued walking. “I get that she’s part Gerudo, but would they still mistaken her for a Hylian?”
“Probably, but I’m hoping that her being pregnant will help her case. Motherhood is sacred to the Gerudo people, they would never leave a pregnant woman to fend for herself, Gerudo or not.”
Rusl still looked uneasy, but he didn’t say anything further. It was silent as they walked, but Leon heard a noise and he stopped, looking behind him as he got the feeling that they weren’t alone.
“Hey,” he started, going to stop his friends, “wait I think we’re—“
“Hold it right there!”
Leon flinched as several Gerudo surrounded the men, pointing their spears at them. Rusl and Talon took a step back, raising their hands defensively.
“Wait, I just need to see if my daughter is here!” Talon called out.
One of the Gerudo stepped up, keeping her spear pointed at the men. “Voe are not allowed in Gerudo. Normally we’d throw you all in the dungeon, but today is an exception, you should consider yourselves lucky. Now leave.”
“P-please, I just need to know if my daughter Malon is here,” Talon begged, “she’s pregnant and I don’t know where she is.”
The Gerudo stayed still for a moment, glaring at the farmer, but she eased up. “You’re the missing father?”
“I—yes—yes I am!”
The Gerudo looked at Leon and Rusl and frowned. “Who are these two?”
“They’re my friends.”
The Gerudo frowned again, studying the two, her yellow eyes piercing into the men.
“Wait a second!” A smaller voice called out, and Leon gasped when a small boy with long blonde hair popped out.
“Link!” His voice cracked as he said it, relief and disbelief overwhelming him as he saw his son, the boy he’s been searching for relentlessly for weeks. Link’s eyes began to tear up when he saw Leon, but before he ran to him, three more Links came out, watching him cautiously. Leon was taken aback, but he quickly got over it. The four sword disappeared with Link, it made sense that he was split now. The first one he saw was Red, and Green looked relieved as well, but Vio and Blue looked to be distrusting towards him.
“Oh… father!” Red cried, running to Leon, ignoring Blue calling out his name. Leon couldn’t hold back the laugh as he was hugged by Red. Green and Vio walked over, and soon the first knight was bombarded with hugs. The only one who didn’t move was Blue, who was glaring at them.
“Guys! How do we know this is our father! It could be the puppeteer playing tricks on us!” He shouted, pulling out his sword. Leon looked at Blue in surprise, but remembered that everyone was brought here thanks to the puppeteer. It was no wonder why he was hesitant.
“Link—I mean— Blue, I’m not a puppet,” Leon said gently, but firmly.
“That’s something a puppet would say!”
“Well what would a non-puppet say?”
Blue paused for a second, watching him with his icy blue eyes. He huffed.
“What’s something only Father would know?”
Leon stared at him, then stared at the others. He took in a shaky breath and let it out.
“When Vaati put me in that trance, you boys wanted to blast your force at me. But no one was brave enough to do it, they didn’t want to hurt me. All except you, Blue. You blasted all your force at me, and it hurt, but it woke me up. I was able to keep myself from hurting you boys because of the pain, and I’m so grateful for your bravery to do that.” Leon stared at him firmly, then smiled warmly. “I know it’s you asking me if I was upset about you doing that to me. But I just want you to know that I never was, and I never will be. I look at that scar with pride, for you, for all of you. I love you, Blue.”
Blue’s glare softened and he put his sword down. He slowly walked over to Leon and leaned his head against his stomach. Leon let out a laugh and gathered all four boys into his arms, giving them all a squeeze. The boys all started crying as they hugged him, and Leon nearly choked up as well.
“Goddesses, I’m so glad you’re all alright,” he mumbled into Blue’s hair, and Red gave out a sob.
“We’ve missed you father,” he cried, his bottom lip trembling. Leon smiled and ran his hand through his hair.
“I’ve missed you too. I’ve been looking everywhere for you boys, I’m so glad that I finally found you.”
Vio pulled away, giving Leon a look. “How are you here, Father? Was it the puppeteer?”
Leon sighed and gave a nod. “He’s been nothing but a nuisance to us all.”
Vio made a face and went back to hugging him, resulting in a chuckle from Leon. He looked up and found Rusl and Talon smiling at him, and he cleared his throat, standing up where his sons were in front of him.
“Rusl, Talon, these are my boys.”
“I thought you only had one son?” Talon tilted his head in confusion. Green stepped up and showed off his four sword.
“This is the four sword, it helped Link split into four people. I’m Green, obviously,” he gestured to his green tunic, “That is Blue, Vio, and Red. It’s really easy to remember our names.”
Rusl laughed. “Well, hopefully none of us are color blind!”
Green smiled and Leon wrapped his arms around his sons. “Boys, this is Rusl and Talon. They’re my…. They’re my friends.”
Rusl smiled gently at Leon, and the first knight looked away as his face grew hot.
“I didn’t know you could make friends, father,” Blue said softly.
“Blue!”
Everyone started laughing as Leon grumbled, causing Blue to give small apologies to him. Rusl gave a few chuckles before turning to the Gerudo.
“Does that mean,” he started out softly, “that my boy is here too?”
One of the Gerudo stepped up. “I’m not sure, but you can’t come in, I’m sorry. Only the father may enter since his daughter is here, but that is it.”
Rusl frowned and took a step back. Talon rested his hand on his shoulder.
“It’s alright, Rusl. I’ll get all the Links that are here back to you,” he assured, and Rusl silently nodded. Talon smiled and was escorted further into the desert, leaving Leon, his sons, and Rusl alone. He glanced over at Rusl who looked upset and he couldn’t he’ll but feel sorry for him.
“Rusl,” he started, and the swordsman looked over at him, “it’ll be alright.”
He gave a small smile and sat on a rock, continuing to watch inside the valley silently. Leon’s boys all huddled around him, curiosity on their faces.
“Father, I am very curious about how exactly you got here, and what you have been doing,” Vio muttered, sitting down on the ground.
“I am too!” Red plopped down as well. “Did you really meet the puppeteer?”
“I hope you punched him in the face,” Blue joined his brothers, punching his palm with his own fist.
Green smiled and looked up at his father. “I guess we wanna know everything.”
Leon chuckled and kneeled down. “I’ll tell you everything that happened to me, but I wanna know everything that happened to you.”
His sons all nodded enthusiastically, and they began to share their tales of adventuring with the other heroes.
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Time woke up to the sound of shouting. He rubbed his eye and looked down at Malon, who was snuggled up against his side. He didn’t remember ever falling asleep, but his relief to finally be with his wife must’ve taken over. He always felt at peace around her. He sat up gently, trying not to wake Malon up, and he looked around. The shouting came from the Gerudo, probably giving orders to the others. He let out a sigh and rested his head again, but someone came into the room they were in.
“Excuse me, Link was it?” The Gerudo healer asked softly, “I have some news about your son.”
Time frowned. “My son?”
“The one with the magic drained out of him?”
Time shot up, waking up Malon. “Oh! Yes, he’s not my son but is he alright?”
“Yes, the red potion you gave him saved his life. It was able to stop the poison from draining his life. I’m assuming he’ll wake up today or tomorrow, when he does, give him a magic potion,” she handed him a green potion in a bottle, and Time observed it. “Now, come outside, someone is here to see Malon.”
Malon rubbed her eyes and looked at the healer confused. “Who?”
“Your father has arrived.”
Malon blinked at her, then gasped when she registered what the healer had said. She shot up, with Time quickly following her.
“My father is here? Are you sure?” She said breathlessly.
“Your father is a shorter man with a big nose, yes? He said that he was looking for you.”
Malon covered her mouth in excitement, and she almost ran out of the door, but Time stopped her.
“Link? What is it?”
Time frowned, looking at the ground. This all seemed too good to be true, and terribly convenient.
“Let me see him first, Malon,” he said quietly.
“What? Why? He’s my father, Link! I thought that something happened to him!”
Time rested his hands on her shoulders. “The puppeteer can make illusions to trick people, let me make sure that it’s not him, alright? I would never forgive myself if he got to you too.”
Malon glared at him, but she didn’t fight back. Time went outside and grabbed his Biggoron sword, looking around cautiously. He spotted Talon who had different guards surrounding him, and his eyes lit up when he saw Time.
“Link! Is that really you?” He exclaimed, running up to Time. Time didn’t move, and he clutched his sword a little tighter. “I can't believe you’re here! I finally found you! I’m glad to see you’re doin’ alright!” When he got closer, Time took a step back, and Talon stopped, giving him a weird look. “What’s wrong? Do you—“ Talon’s eyes widened. “Oh no! You think I’m a puppet don’t ya?”
Time raised an eyebrow. “You know the puppeteer?”
“Unfortunately yes, he’s been a real pain. But I’m not a puppet! It’s really me!” Talon rubbed his chin and looked down, thinking. “I gotta think about something that only I would know….”
Time squinted his eyes. If this was a puppet, he was doing a good job.
“Oh! Well… I guess I should apologize to you Link,” Talon started, “I’m… sorry I never believed you about Ingo. I dunno if you know this but he took the ranch, locked me in the basement when I got there and drugged my friends, kicked Malon out leaving her alone for weeks, and just made a mess of things! None of that would’ve happened if I actually listened to you, and I’m sorry.”
“You know about Ingo?”
“Yeah, I do now. But don’t worry about the ranch! I got it back! The Hylian guard took him away, so we can head back home!” Talon smiled, but when Time didn’t move, he sighed. “Um, I think I believe your stories now, Link. Especially the time travel ones. I’m still confused about the moon fallin’ and demons, but after the stuff I’ve seen, I think I believe it a little more.”
A smile tugged at Time’s lips, and he put his Biggoron sword down. Talon grinned and the two hugged each other.
“I'm so glad you’re alright, Link. Is Malon doing ok?”
Time smiled and patted his back. “Why don’t ya see for yourself? She’s in there,” Time gestured to where he and Malon were, and Talon excitedly shuffled over, barging into the room. Time heard excited cheers, but he didn’t join them. Knowing Malon, she’d want to go back to the ranch, and he was going to get the others ready so they could leave as soon as possible. He just hoped that Hyrule was awake now, or at least beginning to wake up.
Windy was confused when Time told him the plan, but he was given the magic potion and he started getting everything together, Hyrule was still unconscious, but he looked more alive, which was good. Twilight was watching the back area of Gerudo, and though he was hesitant to leave, Time’s glare kept him from arguing about it. Time didn’t know where Four was, and as he was looking for him, he saw his wife and father-in-law talking with two Gerudo. Malon’s face lit up when she saw her husband and she wandered over to him.
“Link! There you are! I was just talking to Risa here and uh… I want to head back to Lon Lon ranch.”
“I know, I already have the boys getting ready right now.”
Malon giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. “You know me too well.”
Time smiled at the kiss. “Yeah, I’m just trying to find Four, dunno where he is.”
“Which one was Four?”
“Well, he’s split right now but he’s the one with the distinct colors.”
Talon stepped up, gesturing to the Gerudo entrance. “I know where that kiddo is! They’re all with my friends who are waiting for us! I did say that I would bring their Links back to them.”
Time gave a nod and looked over at Twilight, who was helping Windy with a still unconscious Hyrule.
“Oh my,” Talon murmured, “what happened there?”
“The puppeteer poisoned him and drained all his magic. The healer said he should be fine.”
“Oh well, that’s good. That darn puppeteer. I swear if I ever see him I’ll shove my pitchfork up his—“ he stopped himself and looked at Windy who was getting closer, “uh, you know what I’m sayin’.”
Time snorted and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” He gestured his head towards the entrance of Gerudo when Twi and Windy arrived. “Let’s go. We’re heading to my home.”
“Is this all’ya?” Talon asked, staring at the Links. Time shrugged.
“No, we were the only ones teleported here. There are more, but I pray that they are safe.”
Talon frowned. “Well, we should go then, I have a friend who is very excited to see his son.” His eyes lingered on Twilight for a moment and he squinted, but turned around with his arm wrapped around Malon.
“Excuse me,” Risa spoke up, stopping the group from continuing. “Please allow us to accompany you, that way we can help when the baby is born.”
“Oh! I’d love that very much!” Malon exclaimed. “Y’all have been so helpful to me, we really owe you a lot.”
Risa smiled and she and one other Gerudo joined them as they walked towards the entrance. Time looked at Windy who was still carrying Hyrule in his arms, all the shuffling would have woken him up, and he couldn’t help but be impatient. But he knew that the healer was right about him, and he knew that if he were to wake up soon, that Windy would take good care of him. For now, everything seemed alright for Time.
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bucksangel · 7 months
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ok if anyone can help me find this fic i’ll love u forever
it’s a ceo/mob!stucky x reader with all three being in a meeting and john walker (i think) gets angry and smashes a glass and it ends up cutting the reader’s face and the boys go ape shit insane and sam has to take the reader out of the room and clean up her cuts until the boys are done
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undedkat · 11 months
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Sometimes I see OBGYNs advocating for abortion rights and reform within the medical system to provide better care to afab people. And then someone in the comments is complaining that the doctor used the term “pregnant individual” or “patient” instead of “women”.
Cis women are often not given the same level of medical resources and information as cis men by medical practitioners. Medical reform in this area is absolutely necessary. How can you see this and be upset that people dare to include afab trans people in activism.
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I hope the pillows of the creators of character.ai and the people who make the ai’s all have cold pillows for the rest of their lives:
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strawberrryangel · 1 month
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filled with so much fucking lust every time dean is on screen
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Whenever I’m having a bad day I think about the fact that my uni friend didn’t make one but two edits of me when we were studying on FaceTime together and losing our minds.
Receiving those videos was honestly not funny but hilarious. 😭😭
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bravevolunteer · 3 months
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michael's physical fate mirroring his emotional trauma is so perfectly engineered to make me fucking insane and that choice was not intentional at AAAALLLL
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distantlaughter · 3 months
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“let them talk… nothing beats talent” great day for annoying people (me)
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