Webnovel title: Is this hero for real?
Chapter 61
Excuse me, O Great Heavenly Father, the King of Kings, the avater of Love and Hope, my dear Lord, God, would you allow this humble servant to travel across the universe and go inside this...
exasperating scene for me to...
deal with Choi Kang-nim's manners and ideas? 🙂
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Alright, alright, I’m very aware of the “no fraternization” rule of the Mages Guild, but I think they deserve a post-Coldharbour break. Maybe the Guild has organized a little evening for those who came back. Oh, did you know Altmer not handling alcohol is one of my fave headcanons?
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Imagine Wheatley calling you his pretty doll. Such an amusing toy, just for him. He'll scratch his name into your soft flesh to prove that you belong to him and him alone. Don't worry, little plaything. If the tests are too hard, if something breaks you, he'll put you back together.
i- gh i-. oh god. okfy.okay. i-/ oh m god.
oook ay i wil. think, abnout that. thhankyou anon
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DETHENTINES 2024!!!
DAY 1: Your OTP after Army of the Doomstar
Murderella owns my heart and soul so of course I went for them!!
After AOTD, Zorya quits music and goes into fashion as a designer. Bill sticks with Dethklok, but also works on Planet Piss properly, and is forced by Charles to assist in a programme made by the church that assists civilians in finding jobs.
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She didn't stop reading her own notes until she felt his warm chest against her back. Zorya wasn't expecting him back for another few hours. She thought, maybe, she'd get some peace. Instead she just felt lonely.
"You schtill working?"
"You only just left."
"Babycakesch, I'm late." Bill rested his chin on her shoulder, his growing moustache tickling her neck. He's so proud of it. He holds up the banana bubble tea, shaking it like a treat. "You're workin' too much."
Zorya hummed in response, but leaned her head against him, closing her eyes. Maybe she is. There didn't feel like another option sometimes. When he put his hand on her growing stomach, she felt her shoulders relax even more. "Maybe I am."
"Duh." Bill watched her up close, smirking at being right, "You're not juscht living for one, but three. You're doing like, double the work than schome other pregnant people. That makesch you even more amazing."
"Yeah, it does." she agreed effortlessly, but laughed too. She was in a lot of pain sometimes. It was hard. She was going to let herself be a bit ego-manical about her condition. She opened one of her eyes, watching him now; he was looking down at her belly. And then his head angled to his arm - both covered in the remnants of his curse and her stupid decision. The scars were always going to be there. His smile slowly melted away.
"Y'know. juscht, thinkin'." his thumb caressed her skin, "I know, we don't know when you got pregnant, but what if it wasch when I wasch, y'know-"
"I'm not talking about this again." Zorya whispered, firm, but her eyes were kind. "They're fine, Bill. I can tell." she moved her hand over his, pressing his palm gently against her belly. "See?"
They stood, silent together, and he felt one little bump. And then another. His teeth grit together behind his lips to stop his emotions from getting any further than his throat, and his head rolled on her shoulder to look at her.
"You're right." he gave her that, and he could feel the smugness radiating from her. He loved it. "Let'sch get you some food."
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