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superluver · 8 months

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hellooooo there i just discovered your blog! I see that requests are open and i’d like to request vacation with gojo and reader and megumi and tsumiki 🫶🫶🫶

Summertime Giggles

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

wc:1315 | cw: FEM!Reader, cursing, Kid Megumi is kinda ooc, boobies, pre!established relationship, fluff, crackfic kinda

Description: Gojo being an ass while you four are at the beach.

Characters: Megumi Fushiguro, Tsumiki Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo

I am so so so so so so so sorry anonny, I've been stalling on your request forgive me forgive me. 🙏 well, here it is. Tell me if this isn't what you were looking for and you can request me again 😋😋😋

“Satoru, where is the sunscreen?”

You're rustling through the woven beach bag, passing through an excessive amount of sunglasses, a beach towel, a hat, chips?!

“Huh? It’s in the bag.” He answers confidently, whistling with his tinted glasses on as he leaned in the chair, legs out, arms behind his head, relaxing in the shade brought by the large umbrella.

In your hand is a spray sunscreen, but the lotion is nowhere to be found.

“You didn't put it in here.”

He gawks at you, feigning innocence with a hurt expression. “Of course I did, baby!” He pouts in his seat, Megumi glancing at him as you find a spray. The boy’s arm is out as you spray it. Nlt caring if sunscreen gets in his mouth, he rats out, “When you told him he never got off the couch.”

“Hey now, that’s not true,”

You kept a gentle smile on your face, continuing to spray the boy down before slipping on his floaties and spraying down Tsumiki.

“Right Tsumiki? I got up, right?”

Tsumiki sheepishly smiles, you spraying her legs with that scary smile. “Well.. I don’t really remember..”

Everyone in this household knows that when Tsumiki 'doesn't remember,’ that’s her way of saying she does and Satoru, in fact, did not listen.

You finish on Tsumiki, spraying her face and ears quickly before turning to Satoru. The can is in your hands, smile stiff.

“Satoru, your turn.” You tell him in a sickly sweet tone. He shudders, eyes wide as he robotically makes his way towards you.

He sits in front of you, bare back facing you as you spray him auddenly.

He yelps, infinity off and hold liauid hittinf him under the warm raya of the sun. “S’ coLD!”

You say nothing, smiling as you spray his stomach. His abs flex before he finally gets up, standing asay form you. His hand out(from a distance). “Just hand it here.”

Your head tilts, a clueless expression on ylur face. “But I’m almost done?” You tell him, almost confused.

His eyes dilate at your face. ‘So cute’

Your deer like eyes reeling him back in, not even realizing your shaking up the can. His glasses long gone, left on his seat. “Hold your breath.” You say quickly, and his eyes go wide.

“What—?” He says, only to be cut off by the intense sprays of sunscreen into his face. He coughs loudly, waving his hands around as you continue your assault, spraying him until he can is near empty.

He stands up and back away frkm you, still coughing.

“You’re not a child, come back here.” You command him. He ignores you, looking out into the ocean. Megumi watches the way his eyss light up a little more than usual, an idea blasting through his head. Faster than infinite void.

Tsumiki sees him too, watching him turn back to you, whi kept the smile on your face until you met his own mischievous expression.

“Sweetcheeks,” he draws out that silly pet name, taking a hard step towards you. The sand is unmoving. His infinity was on, reduring you defenseless while he had what you would call, a damn suit of armor.

You shuffle back, throwing the can at his head. It thunks on his infinity, bouncing off and rolling away.

“Go away!” You shouted, eyes wide with fear. A playful shadow looms over his face, only his piercing eyes visible. His hands are up in the air, twitching ad you continue shuffling back in the sand until your back hits his seat. With no where to run, you squeak, hands covering your head as he lunges at you, infinity off as he takes you in his arms. (He’s holding you like a sack of potatoes).

“NO!” You scream, slapping his back.

You’re like a feather on his shoulder, your hits are like waves of wind.

He laughs while running into the water. Along the way you find yourself laughing as well between your shouts, he’s waist deep while you’re not wet yet, feet tickling the water before he counts down. Your laugher finally stops.

“Three…”

Your eyes wide, grip even harder on him. Your position is adjusted; your legs wrap around his waist, arms locked on his neck, face full of panic.

From the shore, Tsumiki is laughing, waving at yhe two of you. Hell, even Megumi, the stone cold freak as Satoru refers him, is giggling to himself.

“Two…”

“SATORU! Satoru! Satoru..”

Your voice going from a shout to a sweet call, arms loosening around his neck, your hands make their way to his shoulders, giving him a snug squeeze. “Toru, the love of my life. Future husband, future father to my kids,”

You trail ln, and his dxpression is smug. Eyebrows raised, lips lressed in a tight smile.

“Keep going…”

“You are the best thing thats ever—”

“Too basic,” he says just as fast, dropping you into the water. You didn’t even realize it was so deep, the water reaching just below your breasts.

Your coughing, trying to get up, but Satoru keeps lushing you back down.

“What the— what gives?!” You try to shout, moving the now wet hair from your face, voice hoarse from previous shouting and salt water stuck in your throat.

He gets really clise to your face, body submerged hnder the crystal blue water. His voice soft in whisper, he tells you, “Well, unless you want to get charged with public indecency, I suggest you get that,” his eyes glance down, “fixed.”

“What?” You mutter, looking down at yourself. You hugged Satoru a little too quickly. His head leans back, laughter bubbling from the back of his throat.

“HAHA!” He laughs, one of his large hands on your back, pressing your breasts onto his chest, the other covering his eyes.

When the laughter subsides, his hand fiddling behind your neck, fingers brushing you every now and then as he retightens the Bikini top, still giggling every now and then.

“Alright babe, it’s fixed.”

You look up at him, his big fat head is covering the sun, but he just looks so graceful. His smile is bright, and big. His eyes are uncovered, gleaming a bright blue. They’re crinkled as they stare down at you, smiling so bright that it hurts.

“Ah, what a gentleman—for once..” you mutter under your breath, your hands on his shoulders, pressing him down. He leans, and you get on your tippy toes in the water, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He was expecting one on the lips, cheek kisses are good though. They make him feel fuzzy.

Flabbergasted, he stands looking at you, watching you as you trudge away in the water back to the kids. Megumi is laughing with Tsumiki, and this might be the only time, Satoru thinks, the only time you guys would see him act as a kid.

He watches as you pick Megumi up, whispering something in his ear while Tsumiki stands close, watching as you tell her something slightly different than what you told the younger boy. The three of you lived in a different world from the girl who couldn't see curses. She had no idea of their existence, and it would stay that way.

Megumi on your hip, he watches as you wave at him. You looked as though you were telling him you come over, so he begins his trudge over to the three of you.

He watched you mutter something to Tsumiki, and she giggles, covering her mouth. Before Satoru shouts at them to figure out what was happening, the Sun disappears. A large wave of water looms over him, and he can only stand and watch in terror as it comes crashing down on him.

“Uh oh.” He mumbles, before getting pummeled by large waves of water.

The last thing he recalls hearing is the laughter escaping your mouths.

As long as you guys were happy, he guesses.

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atlasofthestaars · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/lu-cider/736546852832460800/the-way-liu-kang-would-look-at-kung-lao-in-mk11

Just saw the new chapter and tumblr decided to just hit me with these and my heart cannot tale it 😭😭

tumblr working with me for real to hit u where it hurts HAHA

I LOVE the shaolin duo so much they were my everything (as brothers, I don't ship Kung Lao and Liu Kang) the fact that Liu Kang didn't have a more impactful reunion with both Raiden and Kung Lao in MK1.

STILL SHOUTING INTO THE VOID ABOUT WHERE DID FUJIN AND BO RAI CHO GO??? WHY DIDN'T HE BRING THEM BACK TO FIGHT THE FORCES OF EVI-

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pepperycar · 29 days

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“A wish your heart makes” chapter 1: exhaustion

Mario and Luigi were standing proudly on the rubble of Bowser’s fortress, the streets of Brooklyn filled with a cheering crowd “These are my boys!” Their dad shouted proudly. Mario wrapped his arm around Luigi’s waist as Luigi wiped a tear from his eye, Mario gave Toad a fist bump before they all lept up, smiling for the camera. As soon as Mayor Pauline and the press snapped their photo Mario suddenly felt really dizzy, he had guessed the energy from the Super-Star and adrenaline had finally worn off because he suddenly found himself feeling numb, his legs buckled and before he knew it, he collapsed sideways. He felt warm arms quickly catching him then wrapping around his waist were he could feel his heartbeat pounding under them, everything turned cold, the last thing he heard was a distressed voice asking “Mario?! Are you ok-?!” Everything went black.~~~~~Mario opened his eyes to see he was led on the floor in what looked to be a dark void, he saw something in the distance, was that a light? He tried to get up but didn’t have the energy to. he felt his heart thump hard against his chest getting slower and slower and-~~~~~Mario was shaken awake, he gasped like he was drowning and felt his heart rate pick up wildly, he opened his eyes still gasping to see Luigi practically jump into his arms “Mario!” Luigi cried with tears in his eyes clinging to him tightly. “Lu Wha-?” Asked Mario still breathing unevenly, his heart thudding wildly against his ribs. Mario then looked around to then see he was in their apartment, the rest of his family, Peach, Toad and even DK were standing around all looking worried. They all let out a deep sigh of relief as they all came closer, Mario gave a tired reassuring smile “Hey.. you ok?” He asked Luigi sounding exhausted “you scared the hell out of us!” Luigi said with a sigh “you just passed out. And when we brought you back in, I was holding you up on the couch when suddenly you stopped breathing and you heartbeat slowed! You scared us-me, you scared ME to death!” Luigi nuzzled his face into his chest, Mario’s breathing had slowed down but was still irregular. “Sorry.. didn’t mean too.” He smiled “don’t be scaring us before I tell all my Toads what you did for them!” Peach scolded nearly laughing. Mario smiled with some blush formed on his cheeks. He smiled as he saw the rest of the family surrounding him. Mario suddenly felt a cold chill down his back but no windows were open, he then heard what sounded like a voice whispering in his ear “Mario.” It was quiet and ghostly, it sent chills up his spine. Mario suddenly felt freezing, he could hear Luigi but not everything he was saying “M-rio Y-u Ok-y?! M—io! Mar-o! Mario!-“ everything went black again. -To be continued.

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brokendreamscreation · 6 days

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Send my muse 🩸 to find them unable to stop bleeding from an injury.

🩸[For Charlie @happy-hazbinz ]

Lucid had never visited the hotel before and couldn’t be more thrilled. The project Charlie had sounded incredible, a real out of this world extreme end of dreaming insanity! To rehabilitate sinners and get them the chance to go to Heaven? Why wasn’t something like this attempted sooner?!

As the angel saw the hotel come into view with its mishmash of a war blimp, a pirate ship, and a radio tower projecting from a rundown hotel, Lucid’s excitement soared. What a bizarre and fun design to give it! He decided to give the exterior a look over before he land to go inside. Fluttering and hovering like a butterfly inspecting a bushel of flowers, Lucid made his way around the structure. His gaze focused on taking in the artistic details that he never noticed the shadow that looked from the crows nest of the pirate ship.

The sound of a warriors below snapped the seraphim’s attention upward, the figure of a long silver haired woman descending rapidly. Lucid did not register in time that she brandished a spear, and no ordinary one at that. The force of gravity drove the angel steeled lance right through him, both hurdling back to the ground in a massive crash. The dust cleared, the eye-patched woman crouched on one knee atop her enemy with her weapon skewered through his chest.

Lucid’s eyes were wide, his body in shock at what just happened. Golden blood began to pool beneath him and on his chest, staining through the jacket. Opening his mouth, the angel gurgled as the beautiful celestial blood dripped from his lips. Everything felt distant except for a hot, searing pain that now expanded from his chest. It was if it were sucking the energy out of him as it radiated.

A muffled scream met his ears, watching in a slowed, blurred motion as the familiar figure of Hell’s Princess ran to his side. Her voice and the attackers shouting. That sounded so far, like they were moving further away from him. Lucid’s vision began to darken along the edges. He couldn’t feel Charlie’s hands desperately trying to put pressure on the gaping wound. She was there, she looked so frightened, despairing. Lucid wanted to comfort her.

“Ch…rlie…it’s al…right…Pl…ease, don’t…tell Lu…”

The arms of unconsciousness opened themselves as Lucid’s mind fell back into them. Cradled warm and safe. This wasn’t so bad. Just like going to sleep, how he watched millions of people do before in the dream realm. It was his time to dream and rest now. He let the arms take him into the void…

#happy hazbinz #(RIIIP)#(Vaggie didn’t get the memo-)#blood tw #violence tw #death mention tw #injury tw

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rviner · 4 months

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Name: Fenix 'Fox' Lennox

Age & Birthday: 29 years old, July 20th 1994

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man / He/Him

Birthplace: New Orleans, Louisiana

Time in Hollow Cove: (Jan 2024)

Species: Werewolf - Visser pack / Vaisman Pack

Role: Supply Depot

Positive personality traits: loving, creative, energetic

Negative personality traits: over-thinking, nervous, self-deprecating

ABOUT

Fenix wasn't born or raised within a pack. Instead, his life began when his mother entrusted her new born baby with an elder wolf that lived in secrecy within the French Quarters of New Orleans. Nana Lu is what Fenix grew to call her, and he was raised only knowing two things about his birth mother. Her name was Penelope-Jane, and she was only eighteen when she gave birth to him. But life was sweet enough with just him and Nana Lu, and Fenix never felt the burning desire to look for his mother. He accepted that she made a choice when he was born, and that he had everything he needed right where he was. Money was tight, but love was in abundance. And Nana Lu's old and traditional values of family and the world around them passed off onto Fenix, making him an older soul in a young body. He eventually considered himself a misfit because of it, never truly finding his place within the world and not just because of his wolf gene.

Music was Fenix's passion and escapism, and it was all around him in New Orleans with the backdrop of Jazz history. He balanced his life as a wolf with his human way of existing, hating that he kept a secret from people that became friends. It was over these years that he earned the affectionate nickname Fox, it sticking so much so that he rarely introduces himself by his real name to this day. A natural separation happened from Fox and Nana Lu during this time as he ventured to learn about himself and was drawn into a non-stop lifestyle of being a musician. It's now something he regrets as in 2015, Nana Lu succumbed to her old age and Fox still wishes he spent more time with her than the unfulfilling and empty void of chasing a dream. He was all alone then, left her apartment in her will but having to truly fend for himself for the first time in his life. Fox lost his way entirely until two years later, in 2017, the arrival of the Vaismans gave him a new lease of life. He joined them, forging close bonds with other members of the pack.

Specifically with Jasmine Madden, a girl so sweet that Fox's heart leapt out of his chest the moment they met. But, friendship was all he could settle for when he watched a slow building relationship blossom between her and Ruben. A wolf so different to her that he could see her bending to try and fit, and it's only seemed to get worse since the war. Ruben, Fox and Jasmine were separated in the chaos of the fires and Fox has no idea how he's survived for this long. His nervous disposition makes him better prey than predator, and he doesn't even have stealth as an advantage considering his clumsiness.

Like many things in Fox's life, a happy accident occurred when the three of them were found by the Vissers. Fox is well aware that he's the last sort of wolf they would want, and he's also well aware that he's in over his head. For some strange reason, his nifty gift of hotwiring his camper van (from being too broke to take it to a shop) has given him an advantage with the wolves. His other strength comes in the form of Jasmine, wanting to remain by her side and show her that she doesn't need to change just because the world has. Even if it means he has to pretend to be fearless, his terrified scream resounding under the fierce Visser shouts.

#intro.fox

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lovelyhuesofblue · 1 year

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hello, I'm lu. 21. they/them please. writing account.

lover of carbs and thunderstorms. gemini. just shouting into the void.

#📌.#navigation

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disastergaykillua · 4 years

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Here’s my meta on why I believe Killua is not just queer coded, but actually gay in canon.

Exhibit A: This outfit

That’s it. Thanks for your time

#this is a joke #i am gay #i would wear ut #actually sorry kiki i would never #hxh #killua #hunter x hunter #killua zoldyck #lu shouts into the void #this is actually so dumb

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luminecho · 2 years

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Four of them

#echo shouts to the void #lu #linkeduniverse #linked universe

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lxveille · 5 years

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i recognize ice chu is a weird song to rarely skip and yet... somehow even on the times i DO hit skip on shuffle, i end up hitting the back button after a second thought

#veille shouts into the void #it's just That Bop #even on days when i'm skipping the boots and dwc #catch me in my car like 'icccce chuu hoNOLULU HONULULU LU LUUUUU'

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thatoneao3writer · 3 years

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“Timb? You in here?” Tell poked her head through the door. The god watched her enter the room, and she sat on the table next to the god.

“What’s up Tell? It’s 3 AM.”

“I want a death arena.” There was a long pause after that. “I have a plan and everything see Hayden is gonna die and…”

Timb cut her off, “I'm sold. I don’t even need to know the rest of your plan.”

“Really that's great, thanks. SIgn here.” Tell pulls out a messily done contract written on a glittery pen with doodles surrounding it. Without looking at the rest of it Timb signs the magic contract without a second thought. “Thank you I’m gonna go plan a death trap.” Tell left the contract next to Timb and headed out the door.

“I have no idea what I'm getting myself into but chaos will deffo be unleashed. Enjoy your death arena.” She waved as the deity left. Before Tell shut the door she turned and called out,

“You might want to read those notes Timb.” But was waved off.

“I’ll get to it later.” Tell nervously shut the door behind her. It wasn’t really cheating she was very specific on the form and she did tell Timb to read it. Hesitantly she reached out to the idea or her arena and was amazed when she was brought there like it was nothing. She didn’t feel the disorientation she usually felt when the other teleported her, or the nausea of the portals of home. It felt like she was supposed to be here. It was her domain not anyone else's. Testing out her new abilities within the central area. She was reminded of when Nug was training to use their powers. She had been watching it from the sidelines in hopes of getting some new trinkets to put on her shelves. Now the lessons being taught were called to her mind.

Manifesting, Tell focused on a pair of wings sprouting from her back, and it became a reality. The shockwaves of joy that pulsed through her body were electrifying. With another thought she made the wings disappear.

Summoning, With a glance over to a bare wall in the main viewing platform,where traditionally the leaders would look on from, Tell brought her collection of weaponry to sit upon it. When she inspected them she shouted in delight at the small details that proved they were the real thing. They were details she couldn’t have remembered but recognized.

For her final test, she experiments with pulling a maze out of the center of the arena. She tried changing around the dead ends and openings. She got a running start and leaped off of the stand hovering in the air. “YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! IT WORKED!!!!!!” She returned the maze into the ground, and floated, walked? over to the stands once more. Taking a deep breath she tested her final new trick. She reached out through the void and tugged the vague feeling of sleep and angst that was Timb. The voidling stumbled upon entrance.

“Huh, where are we?” She takes a second to look around eyes finally landing on Tell. “Is this another one of Lu’s games?” Tell shook her head,

“Lu’s Abominations can’t enter this place. The spawns of satan are incompatible with my omnipotence here. Also they creep me out so they can’t tamper with my death arena.”

“Wait back up. What do you mean. How can you stop them? And what do you mean by omnipotence?”

The deity facepalmed, “Did you even read my request? I mean it was very clear. I was getting to it. It’s very detailed.”

“Yeah all that and I still don’t have an exact plan. Timb, it stated very clearly, within the borders of the arena, Tell is all powerful. Why else would I have asked permission?” Timb shrugged and looked around.

“Nice place you’ve made yourself. So by all powerful you mean like…”

“I could probably kill Lumos in here. Could definitely kill Mike. While you’re in here I could remove your powers that sort of thing.” Timb stared at her in shock. “I mean like the effects of non mental manipulation disappear as soon as you leave the border but if you don’t mind guinea pigging.” Timb nodded wariley, “Great just hover in the middle of the arena thanks.” Timb looked confused but went with it.

They floated out to the center of the place and hovered there. Behind her back Tell twirled her finger, blocking the gods powers. Timb screamed as they fell. Before they landed however, she returned Timb’s power. “How? What? Huh.”

“It worked yesss! Thank you Timb! You can go home now. Bye” Tell sent Timb back to where they were before they were summoned. “Now to go finish plotting the execution of a lifetime…

WELCOME TO MY DEATH ARENA!!!!!!!

First of all, I fucking love how you incorporated our conversations into this. And second, "the vauge feeling of sleep and angst that was Timb" PAHAHAHA I have never loved a description more than I love this one XD

-🌱

#ask #askers hq #tellmeicantdothis

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quazartranslates · 3 years

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH37

**This is an edited machine translation. For more information, please [click here]**

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Chapter 37: Star Death Reality Show (XX) {cw: gore}

With a loud noise, the ground shook violently. Lara, who was squatting outside waiting for news, fell in the snow and looked at the ground in horror.

What happened? Was it an earthquake? No, it wasn't. There was a big explosion underground!

Even if this degree of an explosion occurred outside, it would be enough to break through the armor of a tank. If it happened indoors... No one within a range of more than ten meters would survive under the power of the explosion!

Lara's heart sank. She couldn't listen to the warning from Qi Leren anymore. She got up and rushed toward the house!

A light like the dawn, quite different from that of the polar day, pierced the earth. It rose from the abyss like a slowly blooming flower, spreading out its silvery white light like layer after layer of a gauze curtain. This polar world of ice and snow seemed to have returned to its mother's warm and comfortable womb, eliminating any sense of harm.

Lara just stood there and didn't know what had happened. She seemed to have entered an incredible world. The blooming silver light was getting brighter and brighter, not only emitting from the ground, but also rising gradually. There was a reflection of Heaven in this light! It seemed like a rolled-up picture, unfolding slowly, revealing a piece of Eden at dusk in front of her eyes!

Lara’s mouth fell open as she witnessed this cognitive subversion with audiences hundreds of millions of light-years away.

Countless flowers fell from the sky, reflecting the beams of light rising slowly from the ground. This silvery world was expanding its boundaries, and there was no coldness as in the area that it touched. She was like a little girl who was hungry and cold, with tears in her eyes as she saw the phantasmic light of a match.

It turns out… It turns out that in this world, there really is a God.

There was a tremor below the ground again, and a hole suddenly appeared in the outer wall of the house. A shining white figure flew out from the inside, stretching its white wings behind it and lightly landing in front of Lara.

He was glowing, and the "angel" shrouded in silvery-white spots of light nodded at her, like a dream that was too unreal to be true.

"Qi... Qi Leren?" Lara hesitated before speaking his name aloud.

The angel smiled slightly: "It's me."

Lara could imagine how excited the audience on the other side of the cameras would be at this moment, because she was the same.

A miracle. They actually existed, and one had happened here!

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A few seconds ago, Qi Leren, who was targeted by a rocket launder was in a desperate situation.

S/L? Ignoring that it was still in cooldown, even if it was used, in this confined space, the high temperature produced by the explosion could easily kill him instantly after the file loaded. Even if he had three chances, it was not enough! He couldn't be like a hero in a movie, hitting his opponent's wrist with one shot and stopping him from shooting this rocket launcher.

In this deadly one thousandth of a second, Qi Leren's naked eyes caught Mark's movements. He had already lifted the rocket launcher and was ready to fire...

He had only one choice, there were no other options.

Qi Leren tore out the gift given to him by the Prophet, and his strength was so great that he broke the thin chain. This winged piece of metal was instantly stimulated by his mind, and then the next second, the rocket launcher was aimed at him, and Qi Leren in the center of the explosion should have been blown to pieces...

But he saw a light, and the illusion of a huge angel came from the void, which lightly descended to him and brought him the power of the Prophet.

Qi Leren felt as if he had returned to the waters where the Prophet laid dormant. The gentle water wrapped around his body, making him feel comfortable and slowing his breathing. Some great power beyond everything he knew was in his blood, which made him reach out and block the rocket launcher approaching the speed of sound with the palm of an ordinary human, but at this moment he felt as if he was catching a floating balloon with his palm.

As if it were a collision between magic and science and technology, the rocket launcher exploded, but the explosion slowed down countless times in his eyes. The silver spots on his body easily blocked the terrible destructive power around him. Even if everything around him was shattered in the explosion, he could safely wait for it to end.

And at this moment, he felt inner peace, neither fear nor worry. It was like overlooking the human world as a god in the sky, who wouldn't panic because of the wind, rain, and thunder.

He also "saw" a huge clock behind him. The gears and rivets clearly visible on the dial made it give off the mechanical sensibilities of the industrial revolution. On the dial, a hand was walking fast.

Once, twice, and three times, the power he borrowed from the Prophet's item would be returned to its original owner.

[Prophet’s Heart: A god-level item handmade by the noble and great Prophet that can make you feel the pleasure of turning into a bird. Holders can summon an archangel to come and fight on their behalf for 3 minutes with a cooling time of 24 hours.]

Three minutes was enough to solve everything in this dark basement.

The parasitic octopus in Annie's body had been killed; even the stones on her body were blown to pieces. Most of the space in the basement had become a collapsed ruin. Qi Leren, who hovered in midair without touching the ground, waved his hand. Some kind of psychic force made him easily lift the heavy stones, and "drive" them aside like a sheepdog driving sheep, revealing a spacious passageway.

The tunnel leading to the institute had collapsed again, but this time, Qi Leren didn't have to work so hard to move the stones like Mark had. He just waved his hand, and these stones were swept aside, as if they were not much heavier than dust. Only the clacking sound told him that these stones were not without weight.

The stones were cleaned up, and Mark, who was also affected by the explosion, remained in human form.

Half of his face was smashed by the flying stones during the explosion, and a soft sticky tentacle was sticking through the bone out of his eye socket that had lost its eyeball. After discovering that there was no barrier between him and Qi Leren, the octopus let out a shrill scream, instantly bounced out of Mark's body, and fled into the tunnel of the Institute in a hurry—this was probably the last time it used the human brain to think out a countermeasure.

Because the next second, Qi Leren raised his arm.

With a distance of more than twenty metres, the power of his mind pressed the pause button on this crazy fleeing monster. It became motionless and collapsed to the ground. Time had cruelly bound it in a cage.

Qi Leren’s outstretched hand gently clenched.

Unable to move, the monster was pinched into a mass of bloody pieces of jelly, which scattered on the ground one by one.

In just a few seconds, it was all over.

The light surrounding his whole body was still bright. In this silver light, Qi Leren felt as if he could do anything.

Was this the power of field-level masters? Even if the item only borrowed a little strength from one, it had far exceeded Qi Leren’s imagination. Facing this absolute power that was beyond the limit of human beings, Qi Leren could hardly believe that the Prophet was still a human being.

Fields were much more profound and terrible than he had thought. Through the process of getting stronger and closer to the field level, it almost seemed like a person evolved to another higher species—such as a god.

He was afraid that the world of these field masters was quite different from that of ordinary people. Unfortunately, for now, he has no qualification to know.

The two amphioctopuses in the basement were dealt with, and Qi Leren was in a good mood. Although the wings behind them seemed like they would get in the way, they were not corporeal. The archangel possessing him did not have any material existence, as if it was just a courier who had brought him the Prophet’s power. He would wait three minutes for Qi Leren to sign for it and then leave calmly.

The mechanical clock in the void had already finished more than one rotation, and Qi Leren could not delay any longer. Although he intended to enter the underground research institute again to find traces of He Yi, as well as Dr. Lu and Du Yue who may have also gone in, he still had to say hello to Lara first.

Qi Leren waved his hand and tore a hole to create a passage above him. The wings behind him fluttered gently, making him rise. This novel experience impressed him deeply. It was good to be a bird man.

Flying out of the basement, at a glance, Qi Leren saw Lara in a trance.

She stared at Qi Leren in a distracted manner and shouted in a whispering voice: "Qi Leren?"

It seemed that this poor girl's atheistic views had been blown to pieces. The initiator should continue to maintain the inscrutable style of a painting, so as to avoid the audience at the other end of the distant camera attacking his identity crazily.

Hopefully his present magic act would fool the audience. Amitabha— Oh, no: God bless.

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Editor’s Note: Qi Leren using the Prophet’s Heart is the cover art for vol 1 of the physical edition! The full art without the cover text can be found on the artist’s Lofter [here]

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megahwn · 3 years

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In The Walls

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x female reader

Genre: established relationship!au; ghost-hunting!au

Word Count: 2,399

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language; vaginal fingering; male masturbation; female masturbation; spanking; unprotected vaginal intercourse; hair-pulling; creampie; multiple orgasms; overstimulation

Summary: Your boyfriend Hoseok is terrified of everything that has to do with the supernatural (ghosts, demons, the usual), but you think it's all make-believe, so you decide to go ghost hunting. Hoseok is not very excited, but he would not forgive himself if anything happened to you.

A/N: Written for @moononthejoon as part of Bangtan-IDX’s Prompt Twist event. I hope you like it, Lu!

You love your boyfriend very much, but you’ll be the first to admit that he’s kind of a baby when it comes to anything scarier than puppies and kittens. (“I heard that!” Hoseok shouts from the other room.)

Hoseok hides behind a blanket whenever you watch scary movies together. He clings to you as you go through the local Halloween haunt whenever autumn rolls around. What’s most hilarious to you, however, is that he actually believes in the supernatural. Ghosts, demons, monsters. You name it, he thinks it’s real, or at least within the realm of possibility. He even believes in the chupacabra.

You, on the other hand, are a firm believer in only what you can experience with your five senses. You’ve never come into contact with a cerberus, a gumiho, or a ghoul, and you don’t think it’s going to happen any time soon. (“That’s what you think!” Hoseok scoffs, sounding absolutely sure of himself.)

With that in mind, you’ve made the executive decision to take your boyfriend on a ghost hunt. More specifically, a ghost hunt through the part of town that’s completely abandoned. No one knows why that specific part of town is void of life. Something about gruesome murder and restless spirits or whatever. (“Gruesome? Spirits?” Hoseok squeaks out from next to you in the car.)

Hoseok is less than thrilled to be going on this expedition with you. His flashlight shakes in his hand and his teeth chatter, but he remains by your side as you exit your vehicle and make your way to the first condemned house on your list.

Yellow caution tape covers the chipped wooden door, and you’re able to push it open without even turning the knob. The door creaks open ominously to reveal a long hallway full of peeling wallpaper and piles of trash littering the floor. To the right is what might have been a kitchen; there is an oven in the middle of the room that isn’t attached to anything and a long dining table with a leg missing and lots of scratch marks in the wood. To the left is a closed door, which you decide to open without thinking.

The room reveals itself to be what was likely a child’s bedroom. There are several toy chests lining the walls and a twin mattress left exactly in the middle of the floor. There is also a nightlight in one of the sockets at the far end of the room. It’s ominous, for sure. Exactly what you were looking for.

“Okay!” you say jovially, not noticing that Hoseok is rooted to the spot in the doorway as you make your way into the room. “This is the perfect first spot for ghost-hunting. If a child haunts this place, he’ll definitely make himself known pretty quickly.”

You turn to face Hoseok when he doesn’t say anything, and he’s still in the doorway, looking positively horrified. All he does is point to the wall behind you and say, “Something’s in the wall. I hear it. Can’t you hear it?”

“What? No,” you say disbelievingly, turning to look at the wall Hoseok is pointing at. He’s just trying to scare you, and it won’t work.

You walk over to the wall and, without thinking, knock three times on its own peeling wallpaper. Nothing happens. You roll your eyes and turn around to face Hoseok once more.

“See, there’s nothing th-”

At that moment, at least fifteen large sets of wings begin flapping behind the wall, and just as quickly, at least fifteen large black bats begin making their way through a small hole in the wall and into the room. They fly in a circle above your heads and then make their way out the door, right past where Hoseok is still standing.

The scream you hear is blood-curdling.

“Now do you believe me?” Hoseok screeches at you, finally jumping where he stands and flapping his arms around him in an attempt to get the creatures out of his space.

“They’re only bats, babe,” you say with a chuckle. “Bats living in the walls does not mean there are also ghosts living in the walls. If anything, there are probably no ghosts at all since they like to have the walls all to themselves.”

“That’s true, they don’t like to share,” Hoseok muses to himself, clearly missing your attempt at lighthearted humor. “This doesn’t mean I feel any better about the bats, though,” he pouts in your general direction.

“Aw, is my baby still scared?” you ask, stepping up to Hoseok and moving his hair out of his eyes so he can see you. You actually are concerned for him at this point, so you hope your question doesn’t sound condescending.

“Yes,” is all your boyfriend says, leaning his head into your hand as he continues to pout. You look around and your eyes zero in on the mattress laying in the middle of the room. It gives you an idea.

“Want me to make it better?” you murmur, already feeling excited at the prospect of getting it on in such an adrenaline-raising environment.

“... How?” Hoseok asks, eyebrows knit together and voice cautious. You nod toward the mattress and his eyes widen comically. He takes a half-step back from you and proclaims, “No way, absolutely not, are you crazy? This is crazy. I can’t believe this - and you - and me - and this!”

You’re honestly a little shocked. Hoseok usually doesn’t turn down opportunities to fuck you, especially since you both live with roommates and right now you’re as alone as you could possibly be. (“Yeah, except for the bats!” Hoseok exclaims in the middle of his babbling.)

Genuine confusion overtakes you in that moment. “If you’re scared to the point that you don’t even want to have sex, then why did you agree to come with me?” you ask as gently as you can, not wanting to offend your boyfriend.

Hoseok stops rambling and focuses on you. He walks toward you and puts both of his hands on your arms. “Because I couldn’t deal with the thought of something happening to you when I wasn’t there,” he states with absolute seriousness in his tone.

For some reason, Hoseok’s words make you unbelievably wet in a matter of seconds. The thought that he was willing to come with you on this excursion even though he was truly terrified is so hot to you, and you’re honestly not sure what to do with yourself now. He’s so close to you, holding you, breathing on you, staring at you. You want to melt into his arms.

You move to hug Hoseok tightly, and the words you’ve been thinking become magnified the longer you hold him. You love him so much, and he is so brave, and you’re immensely turned on by that bravery right now. You want him to fuck you right here, on this abandoned bed. (“Right here, huh?” Hoseok says with an attempt at a smirk as he lets go of you.)

Your boyfriend is generally a slow lover. He likes to take his time with you, draw it out until you’re writhing beneath him and begging him to let you come. Sometimes, however, he likes to take you so fast and hard that you see stars and you can’t walk for days.

You can tell that this is going to be one of those times.

Hoseok kisses you with fire, lips burning, tongue eager to explore you. You let him in immediately, winding your arms around his middle as he travels one hand to the back of your neck and the other into your pants. You yelp as his cold fingers press against your folds, but he doesn’t stop kissing you, licking into your mouth like he hasn’t tasted you in years.

Hoseok gathers some of your growing wetness onto his fingers and uses it to massage against your clit, making you gasp into his mouth. He rubs you just harshly enough that you cry out involuntarily, your legs beginning to shake under you.

“Can we lay down?” you ask against his lips, breathless and aching.

“Shit, yeah,” he responds, beginning to move you backward toward the amazingly convenient mattress. (“Yeah, seriously, who put this thing here?” Hoseok mutters to himself.)

As soon as your heels hit the empty mattress, you let yourself fall onto it completely, taking Hoseok with you. He lands on top of you, still massaging your clit just the way you need him to, and he goes back to kissing you hungrily. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, and you can’t tell whether it’s so erratic because he’s about to fuck you or because of the whole haunted, abandoned house thing. (“It’s definitely the abandoned house thing,” Hoseok stops kissing you to say emphatically.)

You giggle at Hoseok’s words before moaning out as he dips two fingers into you and begins thrusting them as quickly as he can. He’s trying to make you come. And it’s going to work.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” you call out as your pussy clenches around your boyfriend’s fingers. He removes them from your wet walls and begins mercilessly rubbing your clit until you scream out, clutching onto his shoulder and his hair as you come undone.

As soon as your orgasm begins to fade, you let your arms drop from your boyfriend’s body onto the mattress, where you lay limply. You hear the sounds of a zipper being undone and you look up to see Hoseok stroking his thick cock as he kneels over you.

“Do you want it?” he asks you as he touches himself. He knows how you get after an orgasm, so he always asks if you want more.

“Yes,” you affirm, turning over to place your face onto the mattress and your ass into the air. Hoseok takes your leggings and underwear down off your ass just enough to grant himself access to your dripping pussy. You can hear him continue to pleasure himself as he looks at you, and you move to put your hand between your legs and touch yourself so he can watch. It hurts a little from overstimulation, but it’s worth it to make Hoseok harder.

“Fuck,” he mutters, then slaps your ass once for good measure before thrusting into you.

You were right; this is one of those times.

Hoseok holds onto your hip with one hand and pulls your hair at the roots with the other hand, fucking into you without so much as a pause. His rhythm is relentless, and before long it has you moaning and sighing out once again, ready to come for him.

“Where do you want it?” he asks you as he continues. You can feel him pulsing inside you, ready to come as well.

“Inside me,” you whine, face half-squished into the mattress. Only a few moments later, you feel Hoseok’s hot release fill you up, and suddenly his hand is on your clit again, replacing yours. You don’t know what it is, but he’s better at making you come than you are sometimes.

As soon as he begins swiping his hand across your clit again, you’re coming for the second time. You cry out from the pleasure and from the overstimulation. Hoseok knows how much you like to be overstimulated, so he keeps going until you can’t take it anymore and you have to remove his hand from you yourself. At this point you’re red, raw, and wet as fuck. You both love it.

Okay, wow, you think as you struggle to pull your leggings back up over your ass and stand up.

“Yeah, wow,” Hoseok says to you as he zips up his pants and stands up as well. You don’t think anything of his response until -

Wait a second, you think in realization. I didn’t say anything just now. And he just responded to me like I spoke out loud. And that’s happened more than once today. How the hell has Hoseok been able to understand what I was thinking without having to say it all this time?

“I have been?” Hoseok says distractedly as he continues to look around the room instead of at you. “I didn’t notice.”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, as you hadn’t said anything out loud just then either.

Oh my God, Hoseok, look at me, you think urgently without speaking.

He whips around to view you with concern on his face. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asks with that same concern in his voice.

“Oh my God, Hoseok!” you practically scream into the silence of the abandoned bedroom. He jumps about a foot in the air.

“What?!” he cries out in exasperation after his feet touch the ground again.

You begin jumping in place and flapping your arms in pure joy. “Hoseok, you’re a telepath!” you yell at him.

“... A what?” he says much more calmly than you.

You decide to show him rather than tell him. Hoseok, you can hear my thoughts without me having to speak them out loud! you think as loudly as you can.

Hoseok jumps again, looking fearful. “What the hell was that? Why weren’t your lips moving just now?” he still looks disbelieving.

“It means that people don’t have to speak to you for you to hear them! You can tune into their thoughts and they can let you hear their thoughts. That’s probably why you thought you were hearing ghosts earlier and I wasn’t hearing anything. You were hearing my thoughts!”

“You were thinking about looking for fruit to eat?” Hoseok questions you.

“Well… no,” you say disappointedly. Then realization hits you once more. “Oh my God, the bats! You could hear the bats!”

“What the fuck?” Hoseok whispers, looking so pale you think he might faint. “Why is this happening now of all times?”

“I have no idea!” you say excitedly. “But I do know one thing. This means that ghosts definitely are not real like you thought they were. You were just hearing living people’s thoughts.”

“Oh wow, thanks. That makes me feel so much better,” Hoseok says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Would you rather be hearing ghost thoughts?” you say challengingly.

Hoseok looks to ponder for a moment, and then he actually does faint.

Needless to say, that was both your first and last ghost hunt.

#bangtanidx #prompt twist #btsghostie #armywriterssupport #hoseok x reader #hoseok smut

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mae-beee · 2 years

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(❤️ named F!MC, tw character death)

As she mourned over her fallen lover in the dreamscape, his body began to move out from under her. Hands dripping ichor were pulling him away, guiding his corpse into the endless darkness. The mortal surged after them, gripping and yanking his sleeves to bring him back. Her act was fruitless. They were stronger, as they took him away, his body disappearing from sight.

“No, you can’t take him away! Bring him back! I don’t care if he’s gone, I need him,” Layla wailed desperately, now left all alone in the desolate void.

She held her head in her hands and remained on her knees. Something was calling out to her from far away, but she was too overwhelmed with agony to notice. The only sensation that caught her attention was an invisible limb pulling on her arm.

“No, leave me alone! Why is this happening?! Let me go!”

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“Make it stop!”

The human shouted, jolting upwards to prop herself on one of her elbows. Her eyes were wide in shock as she struggled to catch her breath. Her tears had left stains on her cheeks, and goosebumps had risen to leave an uncomfortable tightness along with a few beads of sweat. Her ears were ringing. All she could do to try and calm herself was focus on the rapid beating of her heart.

When her mind had the time to settle enough to form coherent thoughts, she observed her surroundings. She was in Lucifer’s room, dressed in her usual sleep wear. A simple night shirt and a pair of shorts, the same clothes she now recalls wearing before bed. The next moment she quickly turned her head in hopes he was their. Thankfully, he was right by her side, still alive.

“L-Lu…”

Layla whispered, her voice weak and hoarse, before clinging tightly to him. She hid her head in his chest, the tears begining to flow again, “You’re here… You’re still here…” - 👾

Lucifer jumped back as she woke up, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth. He let her settle down, not wishing to upset her more. His crimson eyes studied her shaken figure noticing the red streaks down her cheeks from the tears and her hair sticking to her forehead from just how panicked she was. He could hear her heart beat, the rapidness of it only familiar to him from times where her life had been in danger. His heart broke at the sight but he managed a small smile as her eyes found his. He gripped her tight as she clung to him, his ungloved hands finding their place on her back. Lucifer’s breathe hitched as she started to cry, “I’m right here. I never left and I never plan on leaving.” He had no clue what she had dreamt about but if she was gripping onto him like he was going to disappear and mumbling his name in her wretched nightmare, he figured he must of been the cause.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me swd #obey me roleplay #obey me roleplays #obey me lucifer #mae’s roleplays #she/her pronouns #👾 anon #tw character death

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pepperycar · 28 days

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“A wish your heart makes” chapter 3: Please no..

After two beats, Grim smiled and pulled away leaving the glow on Mario’s chest to fade “you say you’re deserving of Hell and yet, you’re soul is as pure as your big gold heart that fights to keep ticking for you. Give you more time.. more time to say goodbye?” Grim said lifting his orbitals like an eyebrow raise “you’d let me?” Mario said as his heart no longer beat “I- really? A pure soul, me? N-no I-I don’t deserve heav-“ “Mario no!!” Shouted a voice suddenly cutting him off. Mario looked behind him to see that he and Grim were no longer in the void but back in his family’s living room. He looked at the couch to see his body laying there, limp, Luigi was staring RIGHT at him, everyone else behind him with tears in their eyes. Mario then noticed Luigi and Uncle Tony we’re giving him CPR every compression caused Mario’s chest to light up momentarily with the red light on his left side. Mario then jumped, they were all there, not necessarily in the void but they had at least heard Mario and Grim’s conversation, and now he was back in the house, looking at his limp, pale, dead body while his family members, Peach, Toad and even DK were taking turns trying to resuscitate him back to into the Corporeal realm. Luigi gave some mouth-to-mouth before letting Toad takeover, he ran with tears in his eyes to Mario’s ghost to give him a hug.. he phased right through him. Luigi started to sob and wail as DK took over for Toad. Mario felt a tear run down his cheek and went to cup Luigi’s cheeks. He couldn’t physically hold him but Luigi stayed in place while Mario hovered his hand under his cheeks and instinctively tried to thumb away his tears. “Lu.. guys..” Mario’s voice was echoey and didn’t sound completely there, like the breeze in the wind. Mario suddenly jolted back, his chest lighting up red with a big thump, he held his chest in pain, then as quick as it came, it was gone again “keep doing it!” Aunt Marie yelled to Uncle Arthur. “I’m sorry but we’re getting nowhere with this..” Grim sighed “Please!” Luigi cried in a gut wrenching wail “please!! I agree with Mario that you’re just doing your job but PLEASE! Give him a second chance!” Luigi sobbed, now a blubbering mess “Luigi..” Grim sighed “Believe or not I actually love losing to life. If a soul has the strength to keep going I’ll wait to see if they can be saved, like I was doing just now but.. Mario’s body just- doesn’t have the energy to fight anymore. The stress, the fighting, the fear, it was all to much for his body to handle. THAT and the fact he barely gave his body a chance to rest, sleeping only a few hours in the Fire flower fields during a 3 day nonstop adventure, plus the countess times he had adrenaline pumping in his veins.. it was to much for him, his body had no more energy left, barely enough to keep him alive. I’m sorry..” -To be continued.

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junnie133 · 4 years

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so you HAD to date a princess don't you.

A fic about my version of the Modern with magic Linked Universe AU for your Modern with magic Linked Universe AU needs. Available in ao3 too. Relationships: Sky/Sun. And practically all the LU boys.

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“You two look terrible”

“You look terrible. They look like shit”

“And you two aren’t helping at all”

Honestly, Sky couldn’t care less about Warriors and Legend’s banter, or Four shutting them up for his and Hyrule’s sake. Sky only wanted to sleep, even a short nap was fine, but of course, he wouldn’t be complaining if he could actually do it.

It was movie night at Legend’s house- err, well, more like Ravio’s Shop’s basement. Legend was never around these days, not since Marin anyway, so the place was practically Ravio’s now, with their semi-pink haired friend dropping by every once in a while to provide some rare merchandise for the magical shop (mostly monster parts and weird artifacts Ravio managed to restore and sell for ridiculous prices). But as it was said, it was movie night, so Legend absolutely could not miss this. If he did, Wind would search him in the boiling depths of the Death Mountain or among the creepy mist of the Lost Forest, only to drag him over and see Pirates of the Caribbean with them. Again.

He groaned, if he fell asleep during the movie, Wind would kill him, so he stopped trying to get comfortable enough to sleep on Ravio’s couch and opened his eyes, his sclera blood-red thanks to many nights without a proper night of real rest.

“Dude, you look like you’re high,” said Wild next to him.

“You sure know a lot about it, Wild'' scoffed Warriors.

“You bake brownies one time...” he sighed exasperatedly. “I only did it because ‘Rule asked me to!”

“So now I am the addict” Hyrule groaned. “There’s a difference between being a junkie and experimenting with medical herbs because you’re a freaking med student”

“Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that” Warriors rolled his eyes “Be glad Artemis didn’t send you two to jail. Where did you get so many hyrule herbs anyways?”

“They grow naturally in the Faron Forest” Wild shrugged.

“And anywhere else all over Hyrule. That’s why they’re hyrule herbs” said Hyrule matter-of-factly. “They have a lot of medical uses, it’s not entirely recreational like the media makes it look like,” he said with sarcasm.

Usually, their gentle friend wasn't this… Legend-like salty, but if anyone understands Sky's lack of sleep and craving for a good rest night right now, of course, it was the med student among all of them.

“I heard it helps to sleep, too…” slurred Sky, trying to keep himself awake enough to keep up with the conversation.

“No way Sky,” gaped Warriors, as Legend wheezed to his side. Wild and Four were laughing as well, but Hyrule seemed too tired to do more than a smile, slightly amused. “How is that you, future King of Hyrule, smoke weed?”

Sky grinned lazily and rolled his eyes. “I want to see all of you studying to be a king” he sighed. “Impa is cool and all, but she kicks my butt every time I slack off. I haven’t slept as I want since I began my studies with her”

Warriors suddenly grimaced at that. “Yeah, don’t mess with General Impa”

“That’s what you get as the fianceé of an actual princess I guess” shrugged Four.

“And sometimes Purah scares me” he continued with a haunted gaze lost in the void ahead of him.

“She and Flora made me eat a frog once” Wild spoke up. “It was alive”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me” Legend deadpanned.

“Only once, tho?” asked Hyrule.

“I actually cooked the other two, thank you very much”

“Ok, enough talking about eating raw frogs and smoking hyrule herbs” interrupted Four before someone said anything else. Sky and Hyrule glared weakly at him, and the shorty rolled his eyes “For reasonable and, uh, medical reasons, whatever”

“Medical knowledge” Hyrule corrected.

“That’s what I said. So can we please talk about something else before Time, or Hylia forbid us, Wind hears us talking about smoking weed?”

“What?” they all looked over the stairs, only to find, thankfully, just Twilight holding two big bowls of popcorn in each hand. He was glaring directly at Wild, who quickly shot his arms up, trying to look innocent. “Damn it Wild, you brought brownies?”

“That was only one time!” he shouted.

“There’s no weed here, country boy. Chill” said Legend.

“Don’t do that kind of jokes here” he sighed, putting the bowls down on the coffee table right in front of the TV. “Time can take them very seriously…”

“As if Wind hadn’t tried hyrule weed already” scoffed Legend.

Sky grimaced. Thinking about the sweet, tiny, innocent Wind they all knew since he was born smoking weed wasn’t something cute to think about, and if it made him upset one could only imagine Warriors’ own reaction. The big brother in question, not only the oldest of three but Captain of the Royal Guard who only received orders from General and Princess Zelda the CXIV (or Artemis for short), spluttered and tried to smack Legend on the head at the same time, but the asshole only dodged the hit and laughed right on his face.

“He’s at that age!” he said as an excuse like he needed any to mess around with Warriors’ big bro mental sanity. “And it’s not that illegal. ‘Rule said it, the thing’s used for medical purposes”

“I will have to make sure you don’t have illegal amounts on this house then” War crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Legend in the Captain mode they rarely got to see.

“Oh c’mon pretty boy, it’s only a joke”

“If that’s so you wouldn’t mind me asking Ravio”

Legend glared back. “You wouldn’t dare”

“If he doesn’t talk I just have to threaten him to close the shop”

“You really want to see him kneel and pray, and possibly cry?” he raised a brow.

“Ugh dude, I feel awful when Ravio cries, he’s such a nice guy...” scowled Wild.

“Nice guy or not, the law is the law,” said Warriors.

“Arresting the nice guy who makes us lemonade and is the only one who can shut Legend up without restraining him physically?” Four raised a glass of lemonade as proof.

Legend blushed and his glare moved to him, as Warriors nodded, convinced. “You know what? I’m not even at service right now, and I’ll give you that only for the last reason”

“You also like the lemonade,” said Twilight.

“And I also like the lemonade” nodded the Captain again.

Sky knew the kind of blush dusting Legend’s cheeks right now. It was the same he got when he thought about Sun and her beautiful smile, or Sun feeding Crimson, or Sun while she was studying, so gorgeous with her hair pulled up into a ponytail and a tiny frown on her face as she tried to memorize legal concepts and the kingdom’s history…

He could happily drift off with that blessed image.

...if it wasn’t because of his loud friends.

“Who’s ready for Pirates of the Caribbean: At the World’s End?!”

Wind showed up with a DVD case on his hands after jumping from halfway downstairs to the basement, raising the thing up over his head with one hand like he just found an amazing treasure from a chest. He could faintly hear a tiny triumphant tune in the back, something like dan-dan-dan-daaaaan!, but after a second Sky shook his head. It surely was only the lack of sleep finally hitting on him.

“Why didn’t we just watch it on Fairyflix or something? I don’t pay the subscription for nothing” asked Warriors, annoyed.

“It’s a retro movie night” the kid announced proudly, as Time walked down the stairs calmly after him.

“Since when CD’s are retro?” Time asked aloud to no one in particular, muttering under his breath about being old. He seemed to be personally offended.

“How did you get it, anyway? I thought you had nothing left from your allowance after paying your and Tetra’s last bail” War asked again.

“Tetra lent it to me” the kid answered easily (like it was normal for a fourteen-year-old to pay his own prison bails), taking a mouthful of popcorn on his mouth before kneeling down to Legend’s unused CD player, gathering dust on its place under the TV. “There’s no internet on the big open sea, you know?”

“He has a point,” said Four, who fell silent as Warriors glared at him with a loud but wordless ‘Don’t encourage him’ in his eyes.

Wind’s obsession to be a pirate was well known by all of them, as well as Warriors’ desperate attempts to dissuade him away from the idea.

“Everything ok, Sky, Hyrule?” asked Time, sitting down on the armchair across the room, right next to the TV. He had that worried look on his eye.

“I have finals at school” grumbled Hyrule.

“I’ve been sparring with Impa every day this week” Sky sighed.

Warriors grimaced again. “Surprise training?”

“Yeah…” he answered, defeated. “She says I have to be always alert to protect Sun”

Time shook his head, with a pitying expression on his face. “She wasn’t so strict before,” he said.

“How are you even retired, Old Man?” asked Warriors.

“Saving Hyrule when you’re a kid and being the Princess’s personal knight for a long time gives you nice retirement pensions” he shrugged. “Also Ganondorf doesn’t like me, he only got rid of me in a nice way”

“No one likes Ganondorf,” said Wind from his place in front of the TV, selecting the language of the movie with the control. “Not even Miss Lullaby. She only married the old fart to prevent a war against the Gerudo”

“Who told you that?” asked Time, amused.

“Tetra”

“Obviously” huffed War.

If you asked Sky, the Royal Family was a mess. A very organized mess if anything, but a mess nonetheless. Princess Zelda the CXII, or Lullaby for short, was meant to be the heiress to the throne in the first place, but then things got weird with the Gerudo and she offered herself to marry Lady Nabooru’s brother and only male of the tribe. That was like, ten years ago, when the butterflies on his stomach every time he saw Sun didn’t make any sense to a young eleven-year-old Sky.

“How many years do you have to keep studying, tho?” asked Time to Hyrule then.

“Like two, if Princess Aurora does me a few favors” the brunette answered.

Princess Zelda the CXVII, Aurora for short, was a fragile girl who gets sick very easily. Hyrule was a magic-talented boy who managed to wake her up from a curse (or a common coma, they weren’t really sure) some years ago with his curative magic (and a kiss, but he would never admit that). Ever since, Queen Hylia had been insisting on giving him amazing studying opportunities to take advantage of his wonderful abilities, but Hyrule being the humble traveler he was, declined over and over again, claiming he had no money to pay back. At least until Princess Aurora asked him personally to be her personal healer that’s it.

Like he said. A mess.

“Alright shut up everyone, I’m gonna start this” announced Wind, sitting on the floor near the coffee table, pressing the play button. Everyone made himself comfortable, ready to relax, and enjoy their weekly movie night.

The last thing Sky remembers before falling asleep was Wind and Wild fighting over a bowl of popcorn, Twilight trying to act as a mediator, Legend making bets on who would win with Four leaping forward to take the other bowl and Hyrule curling to his side, as Warriors screamed and Time looked at all of them with his Disappointed Look™.

Falling asleep so soundly in the middle of their own apocalypse only spoke how much sleep Sky lacked lately. But as Legend would say, he HAD to date a princess, doesn’t he?

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