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rxzennia · 7 months ago

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picky eater

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 leviathan? dog under the table! avvy, won’t you come home in 18 hours 30 minutes? final tribute to you before your release <3

aventurine shows up in your office without knocking, as he often does. you look up from your work, raising a brow – you’ve gotten so used to him doing this that you’ve given up asking him what he wants altogether.

“what, i can’t even visit my own secretary?” he teases, trotting up to your desk and setting down a delicate bag of… something. “lunch, my dear, lunch. you skipped it again, didn’t you?”

you ignore his pet name for you and stare at the bag, then at him, then back at the bag

it’s quite endearing how he tries to make sure you eat regularly

even though your composition doesn’t quite need you to eat the way other people do

not that you can’t, you just don’t really need to, so you don’t

it’s just less effort for you and more efficiency

but who are you to deny your boss’s goodwill?

“thank you,” you say, giving the entire bag a quick sniff. “the usual?”

“the usual.” he confirms

more like if he gets anything else there’s quite a high chance that you won’t like it

he’s realized that you’re picky as hell

even though you literally eat monsters for fun

okay, maybe not for fun

his point still stands, though

when it comes to your taste buds they’re the most hard to please things ever

it’s okay, someday he’ll find your favorite foods

in the meantime he’ll keep getting you stuff he knows you’ll eat

this information is obtained through trial and error, by the way

read: a lot of trials and a lot of errors. mostly errors

you flash him a small smile under your scarf

he doesn’t miss it; he’s known how to read your expressions by the changes in your eyes now

you set your papers aside and carefully put the few boxes of takeout on your desk

you have limited space on your desk because of the way you set it up

you don’t like big, wide spaces

when you finally pull down your scarf, aventurine’s entire person lights up with joy.

“what?” you ask, because he looks like that every time he sees your face.

“nothing,” aventurine chuckles, “just thinking about how you used to kick me out whenever you had to take off your scarf.”

you look at him from the corner of your eyes, your spoonful of rice half-raised

you are unimpressed

“would you like me to kick you out?” you offer very kindly

so cold

but he knows you’re not actually going to kick him out

still. so cold.

“hey, i brought you food!” he whines

you nod in agreement. “and i said thank you.”

why are you like this

please, as much as he loves these back-and-forths with you, have some mercy

then again the sight of you eating well is really heartwarming

plus the fact that he’s the one who's treating you

worth it 10/10

you’re using utensils like everyone else, but somehow you still eat really quickly?

what in the sorcery

you finish the contents in the boxes that smell familiar

the trustworthy boxes™

and that leaves you with… one delicate little box

it smells… ominous. like a crime against your tongue.

you look at aventurine with doubt in your eyes. what is he trying to feed you this time?

“cake,” he says, “i asked around for the best cafe in town.”

“you asked topaz.” you slowly take off the ribbon and open the box.

ouch, must you be so truthful?

because who else is he supposed to go to for these things?

it’s not like he can just ask anyone!

and he really wants to know your preference towards sweet things

you’ll eat very, very lightly sweetened things

but what about proper dessert?

you’re gentle towards the box; you’re staring at the canary-shaped cake

more examining than staring, actually

seems like you appreciate intricately decorated things

he’s making a mental list of things you like and don’t like

even though you’re not very cooperative with him on this

c’mon, he wants to know everything about you! he wants to treat you right! let him!!!

(you do not know of the existence of such a list)

you pick up the mini cake and sniff it

pokes it with your tongue when you think it passes your sniff test

sweet, but nothing too bad so far

time to take it further

you try a tiny bite in the corner

your senses get assaulted by sugar, if that even makes sense

no. 0/10 would not recommend.

but you keep your face blank so as to not be blatantly obvious

“hmm.” you set the pastry down on your desk like you’re deep in thought.

“how is it? you like it?” aventurine awaits your answer eagerly, watching you closely. a little too closely, to be honest.

“please do not ever visit that store for cakes again.” you say, getting a spoonful of the unbitten side and offering it to your boss. “mm.”

you’re telling him to try it?

the way you’re asking is so adorable

not even words, just a little hum and a small wave of the spoon

he does have a try of the cake

and have you feed him while he’s at it

very happy right now

would be better if the cake wasn’t sugared like it’s a day’s calories concentrate

he understands your response now

trying his best to not cringe

also knows to never ask topaz for dessert recommendations again

“if you don’t like it, let’s just toss it out,” he suggests, because he wouldn’t be able to stomach that either

you got this from him

territorial snake moment when he tries to take it from your hands

you hiss

jumpscare, he did not expect that

also oddly happy that you’re protective of the stuff he gives you

also concerned

“you’re not going to force yourself to eat that, are you…?”

“what are you saying, of course not,” you say, setting the barely-eaten canary cake on your desk all the while keeping aventurine’s hands away from it.

then your scarf comes and swallows the thing in one gulp.

what.

“it…” aventurine points a shaky finger at the white fabric that morphed into a faceless serpent’s head at the ends. “it ate it? just like that?”

“if it can swallow monsters whole, it can eat an overly sweet cake.” you shrug, finally wiping your mouth and pulling your scarf back up.

aventurine’s jaw would be on the floor if it was physically possible. unfortunately, it isn’t. “i thought you could still taste when your scarf eats things?”

“monsters.” you reply, patting your scarf as it settles into a regular piece of cloth again, “it tastes monsters. not food.”

so that's how you managed to finish even the things you absolutely hate? by having your scarf eat it?

aeons, there’s still so much he has yet to learn about you, isn't there?

#honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine x reader #honkai star rail x reader #ares's voracity pathstrider tales

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fictionalsownme · 3 months ago

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the true ride or die let’s be real 🖤🤍

been working on that wilford fic I wanna post soon when I have a bit of time to work on creative stuff— at least you can enjoy this boy in the meantime! I’m also going to be closing emergency commissions, a huge huge thank you to everyone who was able to help out 💞 going through a lot of stuff right now but being able to post on here when I have time and connect with everyone helps a lot! I hope everyone is doing well 🥰

#kenna draws #markiplier #who killed markiplier #wkm #damien #wkm damien #damien whitacre #darkiplier #i see them as seperate entities sorta but I’ll tag it for yall dark crazies ;p #markiplier egos #markiplier cinematic universe #fanart #damien fanart #the mayor #wkm the mayor #wkm mayor

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 1 year ago

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could you maybe do a part two of the reader getting pregnant and kicked out.? Like they have the baby and her parents try seeing the baby but reader doesn’t want them to so rafe protects her and the baby ?

sorry if it’s a lot to ask for 😭

you hurt me pretty good too pt 2

pairing(s): bf!dad!rafe x gf!mom!fem!reader

warnings: toxic parents, pet names, protective rafe

summary: after finally getting settled in, your parents try to barge their way back into your life.

authors note: thank you for the request!! i loved writing the first part so i had fun writing this part two :))

part zero | part one | part two

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

“i just put lily down for a nap incase you wanted to take one yourself. i can make some food in the meantime,” rafe suggested with a gentle kiss to your forehead as he walked passed.

it had been a long couple of months. since getting kicked out, ward and rose had helped you both to buy a house of your own, you’d had your daughter which you and rafe decided to name lily, and you’d began dating officially.

“thank you, baby,” you replied before walking over to the couch and flopping down onto it. you grabbed the remote and began flipping through netflix for some movies to watch. “hey, you know my mom called me the other day?”

he stopped his shuffling through the pantry and poked his head out to look at you. “what’d she want?”

“she asked a ton of questions about the baby since obviously she didn’t come to any of the parties beforehand. and all of a sudden she cares to be in her life,” you said sourly. “i didn’t tell her anything.”

he rolled his eyes and continued looking for something to cook. “good. they’re assholes. lily doesn’t need ‘em in her life.”

you smiled to yourself and clicked on a movie, tucking yourself under a blanket and getting comfortable. you heard the stove turn on and settle on a setting before something was being poured into what she assumed was a pot of water.

pasta.

rafe knew it was your favorite. you began to smile even harder, barely even focusing on the movie now.

you felt his weight by your feet just before he was grabbing your legs and tossing them over his lap so you weren’t cuddled up in a ball.

interrupting your quiet time, a loud knock sounded through the house. rafe immediately prepared to stand, to which you urged him back down. “i got it, babe. rest for a little. you’ve been running around all day.” you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before rushing to the front door and opening it.

you began wishing you never had when you caught sight of your parents standing on your doorstep with a woven basket full of stuff inside in your mothers hands. “hi, honey,” she greeted cheerfully. “we were wondering if we could see the baby?”

you scoffed and laughed. “no?”

“what?” she asked in disbelief. “we—we drove all this way though just to see her.”

“i didn’t ask you to though,” you replied. “how’d you even find my address?”

your father rolled his eyes. “are you serious? we drove a long way here and brought a gift just for you to deny us our right to see our grandchild?”

“what right do you have?” you asked genuinely. “you kicked me to the curb and made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me or my child over these last few months. and now what? you suddenly wanna involve yourselves in our lives?”

“we deserve to see her,” your mother argued.

you heard rafe get up and before you knew it, he was at your side, face to face with your parents. “you don’t deserve shit.”

your mother gasped while your father looked taken back. “excuse you? watch who you’re talking to, son.”

“you abandoned her and supported us in no way. you have zero rights or claims on our child,” he stated. “and not to mention, this is our home and our property, which you are trespassing on and possibly endangering our child. i could call the police right now and—“

“no!” your mother said quickly. “that won’t be necessary. we just want to meet our grandchild.”

rafe laughed and raised his eyebrows. “you never wanted anything to do with our family before, so you both can fuck off,” he replied with a sarcastic grin before slamming the door in their faces.

he turned to you and scanned over your features. “you okay, my love?”

you nodded and smiled at his protectiveness. “yeah.”

“you don’t need them,” he reassured. “you’re doing the right thing. and you’re doing an amazing job with lily.”

you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him slightly. “thank you. and you,” you paused and kissed his lips softly. “are doing the best that i could ever imagine.”

“fuck ‘em, right?” he smiled against your lips.

you nodded and chuckled. “fuck ‘em.”

#gracie writes rafe cameron 🌺#gracies asks and requests 💌#rafe outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x y/n #outerbanks rafe #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe obx #obx imagine #obx

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turbulentscrawl · 6 months ago

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Modern Reader Shorts

This is just a couple little blurb ideas I had that can't really be used for anything else. No warnings, really, it's mostly humor.

Luchino

“Your socks are mis-matched,” the professor announces offhandedly, sorting his notes. You’re laid out on the cushy chair in his ‘office,’ shoes off and legs dangling from one arm. And it’s true, your socks are different colors.

“Yeah, I couldn’t be bothered to find an actual pair this morning,” you answer. Luchino pauses and looks pointedly over at you, through his lashes, and squints a bit. That’s his thinking face, you note. Like he’s working through an equation.

“You’re not concerned about being judged for the state of your attire?” he asks.

“Not really. It’s not like anyone really sees my socks anyway.”

“Well, I’m seeing them now. It’s a messy look,” he finally says. There’s the smallest of smirks on his face as he says it. This is some unspoken test, a probe of your reactions. He does a lot of those.

“Okay, but you already know I’m a mess so what the fuck difference does that make?”

Luchino snorts a laugh at your response, and then coos a casual “touché.”

Frederick

“Has anyone ever told you ‘you have a slutty little waist’?” You call out to Fred. His fingers slip on the piano keys and the song comes to a cacophonous halt. He’s frozen still with his back to you—his dorito-looking back with its broad shoulders and snatched waist. You know by experience the man is boney as hell, so how dare he have such a silhouette?

“N-“ Fred coughs, voice croaking. “No, I can’t say that they have.” You can’t see his face, so you wonder if it’s shock or humor that makes him stutter.

“Well, you do,” you reply. A long silence settles over the room. He never dares to look at you, but you think you see pink turning at the tip of his ear.

“Was there anything else?” he asks. His fingers hesitantly move to restart the song.

“Nope. I just thought you should know.” You suppress a giggle as Fred clears his throat and begins playing again.

Robbie (platonic, obviously)

“There’s…games on this?” the too-tall headless boy asked, holding your phone in his discolored hands. He’d been asking around for a playmate all evening, until he found you. You weren’t much of a hide-and-seek type of person, however, and thought this might entertain him a bit in the meantime.

“Sure is! I’ve got crosswords, sudoku, Candy Crush, plenty of stuff!” You reach and tap around on your phone’s screen, pulling up the list of games you’d downloaded to pass the time, when you still lived in a place where there was time to pass. Candy Crush springs to life on the screen and Robbie flinches, nearly dropping your phone.

“It’s so bright…and loud,” he muttered. It was half awe, and half distress, you thought. Too stimulating for the boy, perhaps. You tried sudoku instead—it was a dark screen with no music, but by the time you’d explained the rules to Robbie, he was limp and snoozing against your shoulder.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #luchino diruse x reader #frederick kreiburg x reader #idv professor #idv composer #multiple idv characters #turbulentscrawl

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avale-reves · 3 months ago

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if this "no news/trailers/whatever at all until the year leading up to release" is the new normal for KH i think fandom is going to like, have to massively restructure the way it works, the things it celebrates and engages with, the stuff it values and considers 'high worth', because otherwise it's just going to be years and years and years of the same discussions repeated over and over with nothing new for us to even chew on in the meantime.

i find that the kh fandom massively undervalues fanworks. maybe as a side effect of how important 'word of god' and 'canon' are to understanding the series, idk, but like i think there needs to be a real shift in fandom perspective to champion them more, and making them far more central to what "being active in kh fandom" means. And I think this both because of just the practicality of keeping fandom alive in an era where the devs are more tight-lipped than ever, but also I think it's something that KH specifically needs to do.

Kingdom Hearts is always going to be a series of "missed/unfulfilled potential". There is no way it cannot be. The concept is just too expansive, the cast so wide, and there are endless ways to spin off of what they've given us, or endless ways to imagine where it could go. Even something as simple as a Disney world has all of this "potential" in how it could be explored, how it could be utilized, how it could play or look or feel, what themes it could have, what character development it could give certain characters etc. And the games will always have to take that infinite possibility and whittle it down to a single thing. KH itself will always have to contend with right/legal issues, Disney oversight and rules, the realities of game development and budgets, etc and so in that sense, it will never be able to reach the potential. But like... we can? We as fans can take all of the potential and use it as an endless playground for us to enjoy and engage with.

Idk, I just think back to, for example, Kairi and Lea training. A concept that has a ton of potential! Very interesting fertile ground for character dynamics, fighting scenes, mentor scenes, etc etc. Obviously, in KH3 this amounted to only a couple of core scenes where the devs put the focus on just their character relationships. Many were disappointed by this, by how little we see, but like, it was always set up as a "thing that is going to be happening off-screen", that's the whole point of 'merlin made a special place where time doesnt matter and they can just focus on training'. And when we think of KH3 with its endless things it has to juggle, its huge cast, etc. it makes sense that Kairi and Lea training can only be a tiny part of it. They have a budget. They have resource constraints. They even have disc space constraints to worry about (it's why their scenes are CG even! They literally did not have any room on the disc to actual make in-game environments for them!).

Like we can look at that and be very disappointed. We didn't get to see any of that stuff. But like, idk, at the same time, the fact that we didn't see a lot of it means that almost any fanwork about that time can "fit with canon" and be "something that might've happened". Like, we can look at it as a disappointment it wasn't more defined by KH3, but we could also look at it as a fandom gift. To borrow a phrase from iconic kh fan translator goldpanner: It is a crack in the concrete sidewalk of KH canon where fanworks can grow and thrive.

Idk. I know for some, fanworks will just never count the same as canon. But, I do feel like if people in general grew to appreciate them more, and have fun with them and engage with them, and share them and make them themselves, then it could do so much to smooth out the feelings of 'missed potential' that is inherent with this series and always will be through no fault of the devs themselves. And perhaps we would find, if, for example, we had spent the 4-6 years between MelMem and KHIV having a blast as a fandom exploring 'Kairi and Aqua training' through fics, art, comics, vids, fangames, music, graphic design, etc etc. We'd probably feel that by the time it was 'defined' by canon into a single thing it has to be for the story they're telling, even if that thing is nothing that we thought or wished for, we might end up feeling the 'potential' of the idea wasn't wasted, because we explored it.

#kingdom hearts #similarly the limit cut year gap is never going to be filled out!!! its for FANS!!!#'mdg traveling together' 'tav in dark world' 'raxn twilight town' like these are fan prompts #they are little things for us to play with not things that are likely to be depicted fully #anyway my point is that its not just about fanworks existing #it's about the mindset we as a fandom have toward these things #and how little we value our own contributions to what 'KH' is

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ssahotchnerr · 2 years ago

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heyyy! i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is part of the bau, and their favourite bracelet breaks on a case so aaron offers to fix it for them on the plane? love love love your stuff btw!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

the small things

instead of a bracelet i went with a necklace i hope that's alright <3 cw; nothing but fluff, aaron is down bad hehe

every day you took the chance, and you knew it was stupid.

your favorite necklace. your most prized possession. deep down you knew you shouldn't wear it in the field, but the need to have it overruled your caution.

despite being hidden behind the safety of your vest, the chain had given out, snapping amidst the rush of chasing an unsub. you were lucky your vest was so tightly pressed against your body; while it's sole purpose was to protect you from the imminent threat of danger, it's snugness prevented the necklace from slipping onto the ground unnoticed. instead, it had noticeably dropped onto the floor of the suv as you were freeing yourself afterwards.

you felt partially silly for feeling upset over it, it being such a small thing, but it held a lot of sentimental value. a day literally hadn’t gone by where you haven’t worn it.

it helped you think- rolling it between your fingers as you pondered over a difficult profile, or found yourself doing the same in times of stress. most importantly, it made you feel safe. and given your job title, you would take as much of that as you could get.

and aaron noticed.

he noticed it as you became accustomed to the team in the very beginning, every day after that, every time he talked to you. so as you all were packing up to leave the department, it wasn't hard to miss- it's absence was loud. so was the sadness in your eyes, and the strain in your voice as you casually talked to jj, trying to act as if nothing were troubling you.

it was a part of you, familiar. so he could only imagine how you currently felt.

"so," aaron started, taking the open seat to your left. you had secluded yourself from the others, giving yourself the opportunity to wallow alone on the jet ride home. "i know- it's not much, but. do you still have it? your necklace?"

you gave him an almost questionable look, but nodded a yes.

aaron's eyes were soft, trusting as always, but he still asked- needing the permission to handle something that held so much meaning to you. "may i?"

you sat up slightly from your slouched position, granting you the room to fish the necklace from your jean pocket. the broken sight of it caught you off guard again, just as the initial discovery of it's broken state did earlier in the day. you felt a tad sick to your stomach, the object being on your person, for years- more than you could count- brought down to nothing but a scrap piece of jewelry.

nonetheless, you still dropped it into his open palm.

"i thought this could work, for the meantime." aaron narrated as he reached into his suit pocket himself, obtaining a small safety pin. very carefully, he threaded the small needle through the chain, before doing the same on the opposite end. he gestured for you to turn, and you twisted in your seat upon his instruction.

his breath was warm on the back of your neck as he spoke, fastening the safety pin to a close. "again, i know it's not mu-"

"no." you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes. the necklace now hung lower on your chest than you were used to, but it was secure. and right back where it belonged.

to say the least, you were extremely touched, turning back around to face him. you were nearly speechless, finding it hard to form words. "it's perfect. thank you."

the corners of aaron's lips twitched, pulling into a smile. "i know of a good jeweler. he was haley's go-to back in the day, and i still have the number somewhere in one of her old phone books. he's an old friend, so he'll do this as a favor. you won't need to worry about a cost or anything."

your eyes softened more if it were possible. "no, hotch. i-"

"no." he threw your word right back at you, nothing but kindness in his eyes. "trust me. it's the small things, right?"

his words took you by surprise, a soft breath leaving you. suddenly, the world didn't seem as dark. "yeah, it is."

he nodded, his mouth drawing into another small smile as his eyes left yours.

"i'm sorry it broke." his words left him in a mumble, and from the solemn, regretful tone present, one would think he was at fault for your necklace breaking.

sweet man.

you clasped onto his hand, giving it a tight squeeze and causing his brown eyes to meet yours yet again. you held onto the eye contact, not allowing him to tear his gaze away. "thank you for fixing it, aaron. really."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fanfiction

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woncon · 3 months ago

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part one: the sunscreen master

pairing: poly!stray kids x gn!reader

A day at the beach with your eight chaotic boyfriends.

genre: mini-series, fluff, suggestive, crack/humor, summer fic, established relationship, polyamory, a day on the beach

warnings: jisung dreams about priest jeongin (he's lucky), men compete for chest groping, sunscreen, like a lot, one twilight-reference

word count: 4.1K

a/n: shoutout to @honeytwo for her work with this big chunk of words. thank you! 💗

also, don't get sunburned, guys. protection is important.

summer go loco / stray kids mlist [part 2] / [part 3]

It was a warm day. Very warm. The sun decided to stay true to the lines of ZEROBASEONE's Sweat. Oh, baby, I'll make you sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat.

Chan got the fan out for you to use. He took it into the living room where most of you were gathered.

Jeongin was mopping his forehead with his T-shirt, Minho was fanning himself with his tank top, Jisung was twisting and settling in one of the armchairs in agony, and you were deep in thought about taking off your shorts or not. When the four of you spotted the sweaty Chan's acquisition, you burst out in grateful sighs and cheers.

"Hyung, you’re a god!"

"I love you!"

"I'll marry you!"

Chan smiled modestly and embarrassed, plugging the instrument in, which flooded the room with cold air.

Jisung crawled closer to the cold airwaves that came from the fan on the carpet and lay down in front of it, grinning in satisfaction. His wet skin clung to the soft material like he was a lifeless snail, but he didn't seem to mind. In the meantime, Chan occupied the vacated chair. And he clung to its fabric. Clinging was an universal factor that day.

The euphoric sound just heard made the rest of the guys curious, as they sought to get some refreshing, less stuffy air through the bedroom window. They peered into the living room and decided to stay. After all, it's easier to stand in front of a fan with a rotating head than to squeeze in a group at the window. Hyunjin threw himself down on the sofa next to Jeongin, Felix chose the other armchair and Seungmin lay on top of you who were on the sofa. You all squeaked in chorus.

"Y-you're heavy, Min hyung." Jeongin tried not to die. Seungmin grunted an offended growl, and rolled over so that his buttocks were against the speaker's stomach.

Changbin soon appeared as well. Shirtless, might I add, so that everyone could thoroughly admire the panorama of his upper body down to his waistline. He thought it would be funny to tease Jisung, so he climbed on top of the boy lying in peace and tickled him.

"Hey, stop it! Bin! Hey! CHANGBIN!"

Everyone watched the events with interest. Would there be a tickle fight? And if not, will Jisung retaliate for his treatment? You were so focused that your grip on Seungmin's legs loosened. He was also wearing shorts and sweating. Those legs almost slipped out of your grip.

Jisung laughed as he struggled until Changbin finally let go. In revenge, Jisung elbowed the giggling individual in the side and then fled to the opposite side of the rug.

It occurred to you that it would be a lot easier to hold Seungmin in water, you'd just have to slap him on a floatie and push him. Then the perfect idea came to you.

"How about we go for a swim?"

There were no objections - not like a few days ago when Changbin was hungry at 2am and begged someone to walk him down to the convenience store for chocolate milk and buns. You agreed to take a dip in the nearby lake. Once the decision was made, you left the living room to get ready. The last to leave turned off the heroic fan.

Minho and Seungmin were responsible for the floaties, you for the sunscreen, Chan for the slippers, Jeongin for the bathing gear, Felix for the groceries, Hyunjin for the towels, and Jisung for the sunglasses. You were ready in fifteen minutes, all of you in the car while your stuff was in the trunk.

And your group was on the way.

Many of you took a nap during the drive. Even Jisung was tired from the active torture of the heat. For a while you memorized the names of the villages and towns you passed through, during this activity you leaned your head against the window, but Changbin, who was lying next to you, put his arm around your shoulders and hugged you when he noticed that you were asleep. He wrapped an arm over the boy on his other side, too. The lucky guy was Jisung, who was mewling contentedly, because everyone is happy to have their face pressed against Changbin's chest, the best sleeping pillows in the world. Changbin also fell asleep to the soothing sound of the engine.

Six of them stayed awake. Chan, the driver, Felix the DJ, Minho who caressed Jeongin's hair, Jeongin who played on his phone, Seungmin who was eating a sandwich, and Hyunjin who was snacking on Seungmin's food to annoy him - in a very loving, quiet way of course, as to not disturb Chan's driving.

After you arrived, getting out the car was a difficult process. Not because you were out of the mood for swimming, as it was just as blistering hot as before, but because many of you stepped out onto the concrete of the parking lot half asleep. In a sticky half-asleep, stretching-yawning state.

Felix and Seungmin supported the dazed Jisung. The boy told them his dream about his wedding with Chan and Minho, which was greeted with smiles, although Felix was not pleased that he had become a bridesmaid - but rather that he had kissed the priest, Jeongin, and one of the witnesses, you, before the ceremony.

Changbin couldn't get out of the car. He tried, but with a sniff, he fell again and again on your shoulder. Finally, the kisses and wake-up monologues of others who had already woken up got him out.

You, meanwhile, whined in your seat.

"Hmn, twenty more minutes! Or ten. I'll settle for five..." you begged until Minho was lying on your chest, having given up on your wake-up call. From there, you were tied down to being a good support and stroking his soft locks.

Seungmin tried to similarly lean into your chest from the opposite side once Minho had given up on pushing you out of the car, but you slapped him on the arm with an angry face. You muttered about trespassers in the hills of your chest.

"I didn't mean that way!" defended Seungmin. He fell silent when you laughed.

"It was just a joke. C’mere!"

Seungmin rolled his eyes, but snuggled up to you anyway. You now had two boys on either side of you. They blocked the way for the others to get to you. It wasn't how you'd originally planned it, but it was a diabolical plan to buy you some more time to sleep.

You have not taken into account the danger of the previous row of seats. Chan grinned as he squeezed between the two seats, grabbed your cheek and covered you with cupping kisses. You'd have been a fool to resist, even if he had your full attention, and you were being pushed further and further away from your dream. Thanks to Chan's skilled wake-up technique, within minutes you were outside in the blazing sun, missing the coolness of the air conditioning. At least you were awake and remembered why you came: to take a dip.

You were ready to start the next phase: going ashore, also known as beaching, as it's more pleasant. The circus consisted of uninflated floaties, containers of food, drinks, bathing suits, towels, bags, and a few blankets.

Jisung complained that the air conditioning froze his legs and he couldn't feel his toes in his solid black slippers, so he ended up with the props in his hands on Seungmin's back, needless to say, very contentedly.

Jeongin went his own way: he went the wrong way about three times. When Chan got tired of calling the poor guy, he took his hand to stop him from wandering off.

Hyunjin paused every few minutes because he didn't want to wait until everyone was camped out, he wanted to wear the designer, heart-shaped sunglasses he got from you for his birthday last year. Finally, with Minho's help, he fished them out and put them on his nose with a satisfied smile.

"Well, now everyone will be looking at you..." Minho hummed appreciatively.

Hearing that, you almost dropped the hand pump you were entrusted with. Thanks to Felix's proximity and quick reaction, that didn't happen. You threw your head back and cast a suspicious glance at the boys who were seeking the attention of others. Felix also made a surprised face.

"You guys are everyone, stop looking at me like that!" Minho snorted mockingly.

"And your attention is perfectly enough," Hyunjin added.

"Very good." You turned back with an angelic smile. Felix let Hyunjin hug his shoulders, so you concluded that he wasn't angry either.

Changbin was still a sleepy zombie when his stomach started to growl.

"I'm hungry!" he announced with a grimace, and he stumbled over to Felix, who had the food bag. Felix patted him on the head and promised to feed him as soon as they were settled. In the meantime, he left him in your care, and you expertly tried to distract him by talking about everything that wasn't food-related.

You found a cute grassy area where you could spread out like little rascally donkeys and where you didn't disturb other beachgoers peace. Everyone set down the things they had carried with small sighs. Seungmin made the loudest noise as Jisung's slippers hit the ground and he was able to straighten up properly again.

Felix fished out a chocolate croissant for Changbin in the heat of the moment the bag hit the ground. Changbin ate it with grateful passion.

You took turns getting dressed in the changing rooms set up for the purpose. The more refined ones had already put on their swimming clothes at home, but you, for example, had a dressing-room circuit, which you quickly did to help with the beach chores.

For example, you put one blanket on the grass, then another, then a third. You always had to take into account that on a nice day, everyone goes out to sunbathe, and in this case you need a lot of space. Your huge bedroom bed could tell a lot about this (the mattress shop owner was stunned when Minho shared the required size with him. The guy said that he had never been asked for a mattress that big, but he would comply. And he did indeed put together a mattress that is about the size of two California king beds.)

You threw out the towels for the soft stuff, and got your own sunglasses. You put them on with pride. With your swimwear, complete with your mango patterned t-shirt, you had the perfect summer image. And to make the summer vibe even more appropriate, you felt you were sweating quite a bit and needed to get in the water as soon as possible or you'd end up in a puddle and that would be the end of you. All you'd have left would be your clothes and sunglasses.

You had to splash as soon as possible.

Of course, who the hell wants to splash alone when you've got eight hot boyfriends, so you set about preparing those hot boyfriends for the water: slathering them with sunscreen. It was the most rewarding task you'd ever attempted on the beach. You got a knot in your stomach as you grabbed the sunscreen from one of the bags. You squeezed a squirt into the palm of your hand. The pleasant, soft scent reminded you again that this is what sunshine could smell like.

Jisung and Seungmin have already started getting half-naked. Seungmin was still aching at his waist, and Jisung was stroking the sore area guiltily. You picked them as the first victims.

"If we give it a massage, will it help?" you asked Seungmin, smiling, and held up your sunscreened palm.

The boy nodded. You gave some of the cream to Jisung as well, and together you gently squeezed the likely stuck area. You worked very co-ordinated, like a real team. As your palms pressed up to spread the sunscreen all over the spine and shoulder blades, Jisung stroked the cream into Seungmin's waist.

Felix got up from beside Changbin to help with the 'smear Seungmin' project.

"Better now?" he asked gently, pressing a kiss to the nodding boy's forehead. He, too, got cream, which he smeared all over the other's neck, chest and abdominal wall. Seungmin closed his eyes and the soft moans turned to sighs as his three lovers gave his body pleasant touches. Seungmin was just like that: teasing everyone, usually not asking for touches because when you touched him, he simply melted.

You planted a kiss on his forehead, then gave Felix a sweetly cheeky look.

"Strip, baby!"

"Your wish is my command."

In that moment Hyunjin looked up, pumping the mattress with greater vehemence at the sight, even causing his glasses to slide down the tip of his nose.

You rubbed Felix's nicely arched back, with Seungmin helping from the front. Jisung was the next, whom you left in the care of the others. You yourself sat on the blanket with Changbin. He was still snacking there.

"Want some?" He offered his last two bites. You nodded.

Changbin fed you with care, as your hands were fit for nothing but sticky groping. You used them on Changbin appropriately, massaging his shoulder blades as well. You also devoted a lot of time to his huge biceps, to prevent them from sunburn. And as with the first chest you touched that day, well, you spent a lot of time there too. All up by those muscular tits, all up by that worked-out, hard, drool-inducing abs. You were careful, of course, knowing that Changbin's chest was a sensitive area.

The boy kissed your cheek. You smiled lovingly at him, and it was as if you were alone. But not anymore. A tired body, Jeongin, happened to fall on the blanket next to you with his arms outstretched. He was followed by a black tank top, which fell next to his head. Not his own, he was wearing his t-shirt. You looked up, and Minho was standing over you. Half naked, holding out his hand.

"Sunscreen, please." He had quite many beads of sweat on him, but at least one of the mats was ready. Chan was getting the next one prepared for the next pump.

You didn't let Changbin take the tube from you. In truth, you yourself found it hard not to comply with Minho's every wish when he looked down on you like that, but you persisted because there are limits. You just happened to be the sunscreen master that day or something. You didn't want to pass up the opportunity to grope.

"As if." You scrambled to your feet and held your palms ready for action again. In fact, you curled your fingers to make the message even clearer: get the boobs here!

And with that, you got down to work. You were really into it. Minho's muscles under your skin were hypnotizing you. What a great thing sunscreen was! You noticed how sexy Minho's sideways smile and the look in his eyes were, even though he was laughing at you.

"I need to make sure your belly doesn't burn, okay?"

"Okay," he shrugged. "Enjoy yourself."

"I don't–" The look on Minho's face as he poked his cheek with his tongue drowned out your words. You sighed in surrender. "I might be enjoying myself. But anyone else would do it if they were me!"

As if to confirm your words, Changbin stared longingly at Minho from the blanket.

"What is it, cutie? You want to smear me too?" asked Minho in a mournful voice.

Changbin nodded enthusiastically. You didn't want to deprive him of the opportunity to touch Minho. You were a fair and loving sunscreen master after all. You helped him stand up, then pressed some cream on his hands. You watched with pride as he rubbed his palms together, then placed them on Minho's shoulders. You must have looked like a contented matchmaker, smiling and hugging the sunscreen.

The matchmaker, however, did not expect to be grabbed at the hips out of nowhere and pulled backwards so that the owner of the hands could drop his chin on their shoulder and then roll up the bottom of their shirt.

"And who's going to smear you?" Hyunjin asked.

And, whoosh, he'd already pulled the shirt off you, and there you were, wearing nothing but your bathing equipment. Changbin whistled appreciatively, then returned to rub Minho all over.

"What's with the passion?" you blinked in disbelief.

"I just wish to have the honor." His made-for-brush fingers plucked the tube from your hand, and you could hear the hissing sound of splashing sunscreen. You took the bottle back to grip it. You had to grab it when Hyunjin touched you.

Hyunjin did it in an understanding way. His hands worked your sleeping back, you could not help sighing in delight. You were almost dizzy on the blanket

"Don't stop..." you begged.

It turned out that you can enhance the pleasure. As soon as Changbin finished with Minho, the latter stepped in front of you. He squeezed himself some sunscreen to smear on your side. His thumb slowly worked its way around your hip. It made your eyeslashes flutter and your thighs tremble.

Hyunjin noticed the change immediately, scrunched you up jealously, pulled you to him, and gave Minho a defiant look.

"Mine."

Those nearby cried out at this bold statement.

"All I have to do is hold my toe differently and my slipper will smack you in the forehead, you selfish hyung!" warned Jeongin, lifting his foot at a really threatening angle.

"I mean, I'll smear them," Hyunjin corrected.

"You wish, pretty boy," Minho replied.

You've established that there was chest inflation. Yours has become quite a valuable piece of land. But as long as you have a say, you're not going to let these two fight it out.

"Guys–" you started, but Jeongin's dedicated shouting interrupted you.

"Hyung! Don't start pumping! You just blew the biggest one. You need to rest!"

Chan had indeed planned to do everything himself. Felix, Jisung and Seungmin had undertaken to relieve him of pumping, but as it happened, he was adamant and kept pumping.

"I can put the cream on myself!" Taking advantage of the commotion, you stepped away from the two competing gentlemen and smeared the cream left on your hands on your belly to prove it.

"Will you put some on me, please?" Jeongin raised his hand.

Well, you couldn't say no, so you took the opportunity, and the bottle, kneeling down next to him. Jeongin usually bathed in a T-shirt. This time he didn't indicate that he would have wanted it any other way, so you didn't even attempt to take off his shirt, and just squeezed enough cream on your slick palms to cover his face, neck and arms. You took a peaceful seat beside him and began to cover his exposed body parts.

Jeongin stroked your wrist first. His face turned innocently towards the sun, his eyes closed. You got caught up in the thorough work. Suddenly, you found his palms sliding all the way to your shoulders, not planning to stop, reaching your neck. Jeongin was already looking at you. You blinked questioningly into those beautiful, deep brown eyes, but they didn't reveal much.

Meanwhile, his long fingers touched your collarbone and didn't hesitate to go lower. Your eyes widened, blushing, you wanted to pull away, for you had planned to be fair and cover that area yourself. True, you had your back to the majority of the others, but still.

"Easy, baby. I'm not smearing you... I'm just touching you," he whispered, a sly smile forming on his lips.

It was as if Jeongin had read your mind. He was mindblowing. You had just put the white material on his forearm, and Jeongin touched you even more boldly. You enjoyed it. Of course you did when Jeongin touched you, but you also resented that he had played the others like that. Your resolve was also ruined. Before this groping could get out of hand, you let go of him and turned to the junction where most of your boys were.

"I changed my mind." Damn, fine, you thought. If they want to fight, they'll get it. "Whoever kisses Innie first gets to cream the front of me."

Jeongin shouted in surprise. He threw himself to the side when Changbin knelt down like a knight to attempt a kiss. Jeongin couldn't rest afterwards, he struggled into a stance as Minho darted towards him. Jeongin was forced to run away. He ran as if his life depended on it. He left both his slippers behind.

But he couldn't leave the others.

"Innie, it's only a kiss," Jisung persuaded him.

"Stick your soft cheek in here, let me give you a smooch!" cooed Changbin, as if the contest was to see who could embarrass the fleeing boy more than catch him.

"Leave me alone! I don't want your spit!"

He rounded a tree and immediately Hyunjin and Felix were about to attack him from two sides. With a frustrated battle cry, he backed away from the dudes charging towards him. He ran for a new route along the grassy bank. He couldn't go to the sandy bank, he would hurt his feet. His escape options were greatly reduced without his slippers. And he was alone against seven dedicated boys, who loved to baby him anyway.

"Innie-ah," Seungmin laughed as he framed Jeongin. "Stop running."

Jeongin didn't listen. In utter desperation, he jumped barefoot onto the gravel path. His face was writhing with a pained expression. Watching him from a distance, each step seemed to be like stepping over tiny pieces of lego. You both appreciated his perseverance and pitied his suffering. Perhaps you shouldn't have exposed him to this... What you didn't expect was that, after he'd been so eager to touch you, he wouldn't let the others get romantically close to him even for a second.

Chan rushed to his rescue, carrying Jeongin's slippers. He put them in front of him and even knelt down to help him get into them.

"Does it hurt much?" asked Chan, looking up at the persistent boy.

"Not anymore," Jeongin replied quietly. He had lost his fighting spirit at Chan's chivalrous gesture, and the others hadn't approached him since Chan appeared with the protective footwear.

When Chan stood up, Jeongin whispered something in his ear. Too far away to hear, in any case, Chan's face brightened at what he heard. The next moment, he pressed a light kiss on Jeongin's cheek.

The losers erupted in an ovation of dissatisfied voices. They huffed, pouted, grumbled, but there was nothing to be done. Chan had clearly won the contest. Now he could smear, and he could also come smearing, like a loaf of bread waiting for butter.

Chan sat down next to you and smiled, squeezing some sunscreen onto his palm. He was blushing so sweetly, and working so hard - driving, pumping and pumping, even getting the fan out - that it seemed to you that the others had softened in his direction and returned to their pre-race activities. In other words, pumping to the death.

"Come closer, Edward," you said to Chan, who was thoroughly prepared for your smearing.

"Edward?" he made a puzzled face.

"Look at you," you pointed. "You shine in the sunlight like a Twilight vampire!"

"Yeah!" Chan giggled. It was music to the ears.

He stroked your stomach first, quite affectionately. He didn't rush anywhere, moving over your skin with careful, soft touches. Then he pressed his creamy hand to your chest, softly caressing the white material there.

"Done! And I've only aged five years doing it," Seungmin reported as he released the hand pump. The last mattress was successfully inflated. Felix wiped the sweat beading on his forehead and tossed the doughnut mattress onto the pile. Then Hyunjin circled him with a hair tie and made a neat bun so that Felix's hair wouldn't hang in the water. You knew that Hyunjin had freshly washed his own blond locks and therefore didn't want them to get wet, but to see him taking the same care to keep Felix's intact warmed your heart.

Everyone was sunscreened and all the mats were ready. The sun was still blazing as if baking people was its main goal, or at least hobby. There were no questions of spending another unnecessary minute on the beach, but instead you all dived in.

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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Healing

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Reader seems burnt out, so Sanji does his best to help his partner feel better Tags: Boyfriend material Sanji (the usual / lots of fluff a/n: i need him carnally

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Sanji looked at the door of the galley the moment you walked in, blinking in curiosity as he observed you walk past him and right to the cabinets, all in feigned casualty. Once you closed the door to the cabinet, and he saw what you had in hand, Sanji rolled his eyes and grabbed you by the collar before you could walk away.

“Sanji…” You clicked your tongue, turning around with a sigh.

“No, no,” Sanji scoffed. “Go put it back, dear! I already told you not to eat those! I use them, and they’re hard to find!” He put his hands on his hips, brows low as he looked at you.

“But Sanji…” You recurred to pouting; it was not new that he would get soft way too easily when it came to you. “I need to munch on something! Anything!”

Sanji pointed to the cabinet, face unchanging. “Put it back, dear. Come on.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you put the jar back into the cabinet, then turned to him, still with a pout and also slumping a little now. “Why can’t I have it? No love for (y/n)? You don’t love me?” You pressed your lips together, shaking your head in disappointment.

“Quit being dramatic, you know I love you very much!” He cupped both of your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He smiled softly, observing you for a solid minute. “What’s wrong, hm? I’ve seen you come in here a little too much today. That or the way you simply spent all day long in the quarters, like yesterday, with no in-between. What’s going on, sweetheart? I didn’t even see you work out or train for a while, and you seemed very hyped up about it.” His thumbs ran across both your cheeks, caressing them gently.

You frowned a little bit. Was it that noticeable? Maybe it wasn’t just something as pointless as you thought it’d be. The past few days had been a little too monotonous. Too long without any interesting island, summed up with the nonstop training after the last battle—which you lost terribly—, left you in that terrible state. It slowly crept in after you took the first proper break when Sanji asked you to help him in the kitchen one day.

“Don’t overthink,” Sanji said as if he could read your thoughts, playing lightly with your hair. “Just tell me, sweetheart.”

Those blue eyes looking into yours with so much worry and care… Your heart fluttered as you looked back at him for a second before averting your gaze away.

“I’m not sure,” you said with a soft sigh, wrapping your hands around his wrists and caressing them gently. “I’m kind of bored of everything. Tired, even if I’m barely doing anything. I mean, I did try to do something else, but…” You shrugged.

On the previous days, you’d helped Nami with organizing her maps and clothes and also hung out with Usopp to listen to his stories while watching him construct stuff. Luffy was showing you the beetles he’d found around the ship as well. Even with all the laughing and good time you’d spent with them, you still had the same feeling afterward. It all was so bland. You just felt the urge to do something different from the usual and to lie down all day long at the same time.

Sanji furrowed his eyebrows. “Sounds like you’re burnt out, dear. Do you think that’s it?”

Burnt out… It made sense, honestly. “Hm, maybe,” you mumbled in defeat.

“Okay, at least we already have an idea of what’s going on,” he said as he ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your cheek, pecking your lips after. “I’ll finish what I’m doing and be back in a second, okay?” He smiled before he walked away to finish the dishes he’d been preparing.

You took a seat at the dining table in the meantime, silently observing Sanji cook. Sanji was so pretty and also so caring… It made your heart flutter in your chest while your cheeks heated up. At the same time that you didn’t want to bother Sanji, you also liked it a lot when he took care of you, so you didn’t really argue. He put some platters in the fridge and others in the oven before he started cleaning everything. The only thing he neglected was drying the dishes to put them back into the cabinets, but it was for a good reason.

“I’m all yours now,” Sanji said as he took his apron off and hung it before walking over, offering you a hand. “Come on, let’s do something relaxing, my dear.”

For a moment, you observed his hand. Would his touch be overwhelming? It was a fact Sanji could be quite touchy, even more so if you already started by giving him the freedom to, hence you needed to take a moment to decide whether you wanted it. It’s not that Sanji didn’t know boundaries—he did, and he made sure to respect each one of them very so carefully—, but it was more about how hard it was to let Sanji know about them or push him away.

Holding back a sigh was difficult. You slowly slipped your hand in his and stood up, quietly following Sanji out of the galley. As much as holding his hand and being with him was nice, everything felt so bland.

The shadow cast over the back part of the upper deck, near the tangerine trees, so Sanji took you there. There was just an unending sea to be seen, so you weren’t exactly excited while leaning against the railing to observe it. Some clouds littered the sky, but not that many.

As you turned your head to the side to look for Sanji, he showed up right in front of you, pressing his lips to yours immediately. The kiss was sweet and very gentle; he was treating you as if you were made out of thin glass, placing a hand on your hip with a light touch and another on the railing as he held the kiss. Sanji pulled away only for a brief moment, kissing you once more right after. The position wasn’t the best, with your head to the side like that, but the kiss was so loving. It made you feel so loved.

Eventually, the kiss was over. Sanji’s arms wrapped around you in a hug from behind, settling themselves around your waist. He kissed your shoulder through your clothes, then rested his chin on it. His touch was so comforting.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” His voice was soft next to your ear. “But I don’t think it’s as beautiful as you. Well, I don’t think anything is as beautiful as you.” And there he went with his cheesiness again, but you wouldn’t complain about it. As pathetic as it could be, it never failed to make you all fuzzy inside.

You hummed softly in response, leaning back against him.

“Sorry for neglecting you,” Sanji whispered. “Maybe if I’d given you more attention, this wouldn’t have gotten to this point.”

“It’s my fault,” you mumbled. “Maybe I pushed myself too much.” The way you’d been so immersed in your goals only became clear now, unfortunately, but trying to get it off your head never made you feel any lighter as it should’ve.

“If I had noticed, I’m sure things would’ve been different.” He sighed softly, hugging you tighter and burying his face into the crook of your neck. It tickled a little, but it was also so nice; you could barely hold back the smile that tugged on your lips. “But I’m helping you feel better, that’s for sure.” He kissed your shoulder again, slowly loosening his grip.

Your hand reached back to Sanji’s hair, stroking it lightly. “Don’t blame yourself!”

“But—”

“Sanji,” you groaned, making him click his tongue.

“Damn it,” he whispered with an air of playfulness in his sharp tone, making you chuckle.

“If you keep blaming yourself for every bad thing that happens to me, you’ll go crazy,” you said, turning your head to kiss the side of his face.

Only silence came from Sanji for a moment until he finally moved, kissing the side of your neck a couple of times. “Can’t help it,” he sighed and straightened his posture, but kept holding you. “Let’s talk about something else, though, pardon for bringing it up, my love.” He kissed your temple.

All the little touches were making you feel fuzzy. The worries you’d had about Sanji’s touches making you overwhelmed slowly faded away—you actually wanted to melt into his arms and spend the rest of the day there. He probably noticed how you felt, nuzzling your hair gently.

For a few minutes, Sanji let the silence hang between the two of you. He just held you there while the two of you observed the sea, getting lost in thoughts for a moment. Eventually, you snapped back to reality with a deep sigh, rolling your shoulders a little.

“Sanji,” you mumbled, “can we sit down or go somewhere else? My legs are kinda tired already.”

“Of course!” Sanji let go of you with a sigh. “Let me think about something else we can do, my dear.”

Sanji’s hand wrapped around yours, taking you with him as he walked down the stairs to the main deck again. He’d left you there for a moment before coming back with a blanket, which he extended over the ground, on a spot under the shadow, before he sat down. He set a pillow over his crossed legs.

You raised an eyebrow before lying down with your head on the pillow. “We could’ve done this inside,” you mumbled, looking up at him.

“Maybe.” Sanji shrugged. “But you’ve spent way too long in the quarters already. Breathe some fresh air. Do something different.” His fingers ran through your hair, sometimes gently massaging your scalp as he played with your strands. It was weirdly relaxing, even if you weren’t in the most comfortable place. Being with Sanji itself was comfortable.

You didn’t really know at what point it happened, but the next thing you knew was that you were waking up with Sanji gently tapping your shoulder. The afternoon sun seemed to be excusing itself already, giving place to the stars. The shade of blue that took over the sky was different from the one you remembered. For how long did you sleep?

“My love,” Sanji said softly, caressing your cheek. “I need to go get dinner ready. Do you want me to carry you back to the quarters?”

A soft groan escaped your lips as you stretched, your back aching a little from lying on the floor. “Can I help you with it?” You didn’t feel like leaving Sanji’s side just yet. Even if you couldn’t feel direct improvement in your burn-out state—at least yet—, being with Sanji felt so much better than anything else. You feared it’d all get even worse if you left him now.

Sanji smiled. “Of course. Get up so I can put these away.”

You felt a little light-headed when you stood up, groaning softly. Honestly, you could feel like you’d either have a headache or just be unable to sleep later on, but it wasn’t much different from what was going on the previous days. The fact Sanji was now helping you gave you some hope, though. Some comfort.

Sanji returned before you could notice, a hand on your lower back as he smiled softly and nodded to the galley, heading there with you.

At least, your mind was empty. There weren’t many thoughts bothering you now that you helped Sanji out with preparing the dinner—practically just assembling and heating up the stuff he’d started preparing earlier. All you focused on was getting everything done, making sure it was all perfect. You weren’t exactly inexperienced when it came to the kitchen; being around Sanji for so long did give you some practice that you could rely on.

A sense of pride and accomplishment took over you as you observed the table all set now. Sanji probably felt the same thing, but not only for the cooking. He wrapped an arm around your waist, enjoying the last few moments you had alone before dinner, and pressed his lips to yours softly.

“I’m here for you, okay?” He smiled.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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uhohdad · 5 months ago

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Do you think you can do a version of stalker konig that's harmless and sweet? Like he secretly watches you and just keeps you safe- eventually you find out about it but you don't mind cause you feel so comfortable in his presence and can tell he's just a lil weird likes you :")

Idk I'm jus getting tired of the abusive stuff everywhere man ;;

I would absolutely consider this sometime in the future, just looking to get through TGWCM before I dig into any big projects. In the meantime, here are a few things I’ve written that might scratch your itch if you haven’t already read them:

TGWCM [A HUNGER GAMES AU] - Outcast!Konig’s not a ‘stalker’ per se, but it’s a long-form (85k word count) slow burn where he pines for Reader heavily, and he keeps Reader out of trouble a lot. Reader finds immense comfort from him throughout the story, he’s a gentle giant but still does whatever it takes to protect Reader. Features an 11k word smut scene. 👀 Lots of bonus content and drabbles for this one as well.

Somethings Borrowed - Non-Abusive Stalker!Konig steals some of your things :)

Loser!Konig Headcannons - Harmless weirdo energy for sure (definitely will be doing more of these in the very near future)

My tastes vary. I have been known to dabble in both fluff & abuse, my works often reflect my own sexual/emotional desires at the time. I hope these fics help & I apologize if things haven’t been up to your tastes lately! Kids, feel free to help our friend here out by recommending some more fics below :)

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maxwellatoms · 1 year ago

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Good Morning Tumblroids,

I’m still working out the specifics of my future indie project attempt. Jellystone is over for now, but I’m still pitching shows on the mean streets of Burbank and I’ve got a lot of new software to cram before I’m ready. In the meantime, I think I’m overdue to break the seal and breathe some life back into my mummified YouTube channel.

Maybe I’m just looking for a cheap excuse for a party, but I think I’m going to start off with a “Billy & Mandy Reunion”. As I’m imagining it, it’s part documentary and part Bravo reunion special. But probably with less punching and swearing(?).

From the unusual pitch to the moment it was voted into existence by the fans, through multiple cancellations and resurrections, all the way to its final meeting with the reaper, Billy & Mandy has had a journey unique in the animation world. My goal is to get the whole gang back together and talk about how the sausage is and was made.

Before I embark with you on this trip through the potholes down Memory Lane, though, I wanted to check in with you all and hear what you had to say. In the reunion, we’ll be talking about Billy & Mandy as a project, specific episodes, all of the parts of the animation process, how things were done in the 2000s vs how they’re done now, and the animation industry in general. I’m looking for your thoughts and questions about any of that stuff. Or (really) anything you want to know about the show.

Whether it’s a statement about a character that's had an impact on your life or a question about the minutiae of storyboarding, I’d love to hear from you. If you want your question to be credited, add your preferred name to your comment. I don’t think I’ll have time to get to them all (and there are bound to be plenty of repeat questions) so please don’t get mad at me if yours doesn’t get chosen or gets attributed to someone else. There’s only a five-to-seven percent chance that I’ve done it maliciously.

I’m going to talk to the actors, of course, but I’m going to try to get as many people back as I can. Storyboard artists, writers, production staff, directors, timers, designers– The Whole Tamale Platter. If you’re interested in a particular facet of TV Animation, this would be a good chance to hear from someone who’s been there.

I like nachos, -Maxwell Atoms

#billy & mandy #maxwell atoms #animation #cartoon network #reunion

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Whumptober Day 26 - Nightmare, regret

Continuation to days 10 and 18, the culmination of the blood curse fics.

I’ve had parts of this written since September I’ve been so excited for it :) please enjoy.

Warnings: all of the same for the previous days, (a lot of) blood, aftermath of torture, severe injuries, violence... I think that’s all.

Ao3 link

Day 10

Day 18

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Getting to the dungeons is no easy task.

Legend had been hoping Ganon would leave Hyrule unguarded, but he’d known immediately it was a fruitless sort of hope. He’s proven right as he, Warriors, and Wild all tear through the monsters flooding the hallways, armored knights, hulking moblins, dozens more creatures Legend doesn’t even recognize.

He’s beyond grateful the captain came along with them— Warriors’ crowd control is a truly beautiful thing.

Between the three of them they manage to work their way downwards, the halls growing darker, the stonework older. Legend’s palms sweat the further they go, heart thudding in his throat. The princesses said Hyrule was alive, and he believes them, but...

Is it possible they’re wrong?

Their voices are silent when he whispers a question, and Legend no longer feels the warmth of their connection. Ganon must have blocked them off again.

The Links fight past a group of moblins, and make their way down yet another flight of stairs, this one even darker than the others. A single lit torch meets them at the bottom, catching on shiny armor and glowing eyes, a hoard of darknuts standing before them. They’re all gathered tightly in front of a solid door, and Legend knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that that’s where Hyrule is.

If nothing else, the bright smear of blood on the door would be proof enough.

Nobody hesitates despite being grossly outnumbered, and they leap into battle yet again, the squad of dark knights meeting their swords with their own. Legend is focused solely on getting towards the door, but no matter how hard he tries he can’t get through.

The darknuts may be slow, but their numbers are vast, and their swings are wide. Whenever Legend tries to duck past, another sword swings for his head, another hulking body covered in armor blocks his path.

He lets out a snarl as he’s pushed away yet again. We don’t have time for this!

Warriors leaps in front then, separating a head from a darknut’s shoulders, and gives Legend a tense nod.

“I’ll clear a path. Get him out,” Warriors says with gritted teeth, forcing back a wave of enemies with a spin attack. Legend nods in return, and they plow their way towards the door together, Wild snapping off another hail of arrows before jumping into the fight with a claymore.

Legend spots something glittering on the belt of one of the knights, and he lunges forward, sliding under a blow and snatching the key at the same time. Warriors managed to create a small pocket of space by the door in the meantime, and Legend bolts for it, jamming the key in the lock and turning it with fumbling fingers.

The door creaks open, and Legend scrambles inside, Wild following close behind. Warriors slams the door shut behind them, staying outside, but Legend barely notices, staring at the center of the room with relief and horror crashing together in his chest.

They found Hyrule.

Wild makes a soft noise of distress, a hand covering his mouth as they both stare at their friend. Legend feels like he can’t move, his feet frozen to the floor as he stares at the nightmarish sight, bile rising in his throat.

Hyrule is silent and unmoving where he hangs off the floor, strung up like a rack of meat. Chains are clasped around his bony wrists that have him dangling a bit above the ground, and at least one shoulder looks dislocated from the stress.

He’s soaked in blood— Legend doesn’t even know how it’s possible for there to be so much blood on him, it’s like he took a bath in the stuff. Most of his skin is red, or brown with dried blood, and somehow despite the vast amount of blood he’s coated in, there’s still more steadily dripping from his wounds, and falling to land in a basin below. Legend almost vomits at the sight, and he hears Wild swallow thickly.

The longer Legend looks at Hyrule the worse it gets, his eyes catching on countless cuts and lashes, gouges and stabs. There’s fang marks on Hyrule’s neck, and his shoulder looks like something bit into it and pulled, the flesh torn nearly to the bone.

The realization that Ganon must have been drinking Hyrule’s blood straight from the source makes Legend’s vision go red with fury, but anger won’t serve him here, not now.

They need to get Hyrule out and safe, and then he can rip Ganon to pieces.

“Watch the door,” Legend finally manages to say, and Wild moves to stand by it, knuckles white where they grip his weapon. Legend hurries over to Hyrule, viciously kicking aside the basin that’s catching the blood dripping off his unmoving form, and it shatters, spilling red across the floor. He reaches a hand towards Hyrule, then hesitates, unsure of where even to begin.

He breathes out and lightly touches Hyrule on a part of his leg that seems mostly unscathed. The traveler twitches, a weak attempt at flinching away from him, and despite how small the movement is, it gives Legend a bit of hope.

“Hey ‘rule,” Legend whispers, keeping his hand on Hyrule’s freezing skin. “We’re here.”

I’m so sorry we weren’t sooner.

Hyrule doesn’t reply, doesn’t act like he even heard Legend’s voice. He doesn’t do anything except let out a broken whine as Legend stretches up to reach the chains and free him, and accidentally brushes an injury on his chest.

“Hey, just hold still,” Legend soothes in a voice he hopes doesn’t shake. He unlocks the chains as fast as possible, and then carefully catches Hyrule, the traveler letting out a weak moan as Legend lowers him to the ground.

Hyrule’s head lolls against Legend’s arm, blood trailing from his nose, his lips. If he hadn’t heard him make a noise mere moments ago, Legend doesn’t know what he’d think.

“Link?” he asks quietly, patting Hyrule’s cheek as he holds him in his arms. Hyrule doesn’t react, and Legend swallows back the terror beating wildly in his chest.

He’s alive. He’s alive.

You just need to keep him that way.

Legend breaths out, then pulls a fairy from his bag, hoping she’ll do some good. The moment the cork is out she rushes over to Hyrule with a jingly shriek, and sparkles fall onto his bloodstained chest, making blood shine in the light. The fairy spins in tight circles over him, a sweeping dance of healing, but... nothing seems to change.

The fairy chimes worriedly and tries again, but still nothing happens. No color returns to Hyrule’s cheeks, no wounds are sealed closed. His breath remains just as thin and rattling as before, and the fairy chimes a sad apology at her failure.

Legend looks at Hyrule, pale as death and stained red everywhere else, and breathes in sharply. The curse Zelda spoke of, the one where Ganon is drawing his power from Hyrule’s lifeblood.

It must be making healing magic ineffective.

“We’ll try again later,” he whispers to the fairy, and she actually zips back into the bottle, like she knows she’ll be needed.

Legend swallows, and looks down at Hyrule again, his friend looking like more of a corpse than anything.

“Link,” Legend whispers, thumbing away a dark glob of blood from his chin. “Come on Rulie, wake up.”

Hyrule shifts minutely at the gentle touch, his face twitching. A single green-brown eye that’s bloodshot and haunted drags open, the other too encrusted with blood, and takes a long moment to focus, staring blankly at Legend’s face. Something flickers in it, just barely, and Hyrule squints, his gaze trailing dully across Legend.

Then his eye widens.

He mouths Legend’s name, either too exhausted or too shocked to actually speak, but Legend nods, and briefly presses their foreheads together.

“It’s me. We’re here,” he whispers, holding Hyrule’s head with a shaking hand. His hair is greasy and almost entirely matted with blood, and Legend runs a careful hand through it. “It’s okay.”

Hyrule nearly collapses into the touch, shaking with a silent sob, and Legend doesn’t waste any time in lifting him up, uncaring of any stains he’ll receive from doing so. Hands fumble weakly as they attempt to hold on, and Legend simply adjusts his hold, running his hand through Hyrule’s hair again.

Hyrule tries to say something, but all that comes out is a rattling sound, choked and distraught.

“I know, it’s okay,” Legend murmurs, standing up with the utmost care. “Save your strength. We’re taking care of things.”

Hyrule looks at him with tears in his eyes, and then his breath shudders as he goes limp, energy spent. Legend quickly checks that he’s still breathing, then looks towards the door.

“Wild,” Legend calls, and the champion is at his side in an instant, face pale. “I can’t heal him, I think it’s the curse. How are things out there?”

“Not great, but I think we can get him out if we have to,” Wild stammers, still staring at Hyrule. “The captain cleared the worst of things, there’s only a few higher-level enemies now...”

He trails off, setting a hand on Hyrule’s head, and too many emotions to identify flicker in his gaze.

“All this in a week?” he whispers finally, and Legend swallows.

“I think it’s been longer for him.”

The cell is quiet for a moment as they digest that, the sounds of battle outside muffled by the thick door. Legend shakily breathes out, then straightens his shoulders, shifting his hold on Hyrule.

“Okay. We need to break whatever’s tying him to Ganon,” he says, shoving away the distress at seeing Hyrule so broken. Legend kneels back down, and grabs a cloth from his pouch, dumping some water on it. “Look for a mark, a weird injury, anything out of the ordinary. I’ll see if I can find it magically.”

Wild nods, and Legend hands him the cloth so he can clean Hyrule up enough to actually see his skin. Then he gently places a hand on Hyrule’s forehead, sending out a little flicker of magic.

As expected, instead of Hyrule’s magic meeting his flicker with its own, Legend’s is lost in an abyss, deep and black and red. Legend hisses at the feel of it, dark and ugly, and he gets a small but intense flash of the sheer pain Hyrule is in, injuries that won’t close, blood eternally dripping from them, a curse constricting his spirit and sapping him dry.

Keeping him alive for the sole purpose of enhancing Ganon’s power.

Legend harshly breathes out, and carefully reaches around it, prodding lightly at the perimeter, trying to locate the source. It takes him a long time, and he and Wild speak at the same time.

“There.”

Legend opens his eyes, and sees that Wild is pointing to the same spot he is, right over Hyrule’s heart. Wild wiped away enough blood that they can both see the mark on his skin, something shaped vaguely like a handprint. It’s like a warped version of the one over Ganon’s heart, angry and red, and glowing just a bit, and Legend swallows.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes, setting a careful hand over the mark. Hyrule twitches, face screwing up, and Legend quickly draws back again. “Now we just need to figure out how to break it.”

A loud clang comes from outside the cell, and Legend and Wild both jump.

“...I think that’ll have to wait,” Wild says with a frown, and Legend nods, pulling Hyrule more into his arms again and carefully standing. “...You have him?”

“Yeah,” Legend replies, adjusting Hyrule as gently as possible. Hyrule’s head lolls. “He’s... not that heavy.”

Oh Hyrule, I’m so sorry.

Legend barely finishes the thought when the door explodes open, and Warriors goes flying across the floor, nearly hitting Wild. Wild grabs his shoulder in alarm, and a darknut appears in the doorway, a black one.

“You okay?” Legend asks quickly, and Warriors spits blood out of his mouth as he stands. He’s got a few more injuries than before, but nothing that looks too major.

“I’ll live. Hyrule?” Warriors asks in return, eyes going wide as he quickly scans the limp figure in Legend’s arms.

“Alive,” Legend reports grimly. “He won’t stop bleeding, and a fairy didn’t work. Ganon’s doing. From what I could tell, their connection is keeping him alive but stopping any healing.”

Warriors’ face twists briefly with emotion, and he sets a few quick fingers under Hyrule’s chin, obviously feeling his pulse. Legend sees the captain’s shoulders droop just a little in relief after a second, and he runs a hand over Hyrule’s head before drawing back. Warriors retrieves his sword, turning back towards the enemy, and rushes forward to meet the darknut’s weapon with his own.

Wild grabs his bow again as another appears behind the first, and Legend clutches Hyrule to his chest, mentally apologizing as Hyrule’s breath hitches. They need to wrap his wounds, figure out if they can heal him at all, break whatever curse Ganon has tied them together with, but it’s not safe here.

It’s not safe anywhere.

“What if we get him away from the castle?” Legend thinks out loud, staying close to Wild. “Maybe distance will weaken Ganon enough for the others to stop him.”

“You want us to just leave them here?” Wild asks in dismay, and Legend swallows.

“You have any better ideas?”

“I don’t like it,” Warriors grits out as he blocks a wide swing. “But you may be right. Leaving might be our only option.”

“No.”

The voice that speaks is barely there, and Legend and Wild both startle, looking at Hyrule. Somehow he looks even paler than before, but there’s a desperate gleam in his eye, cracked open again.

“No?” Legend repeats as Warriors finally kills the first darknut and falls back to their small formation.

“No. Get... me, to him,” Hyrule rattles, breathing labored. “Ga...non...”

“Are you insane? Absolutely not,” Warriors replies, wiping some blood off his brow with a fierce look. “Hyrule you can’t walk, you’d be a sitting duck in there. And no offense, but you’re essentially a living Ganon battery at the moment. The last place you should be is anywhere near him.”

“Need... get,” Hyrule insists, voice breaking with exhaustion. “Break the, c’nne...ction...”

Legend pauses, and looks straight at Hyrule. “You know how to break it?”

Hyrule weakly nods.

“A... guess,” he rattles, his eye closing again. “P...lease. Need to... fi...”

He doesn’t manage to finish, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, but Legend can guess what he was going to say.

Fix my mistake.

For a moment, the only noise in the cell is that of Warriors and Wild keeping the darknuts back, Legend rifling in his pouch for a weapon he can use while holding Hyrule.

“I think we should take him.”

Wild is the one who speaks up, and Legend looks over at him as he fights. His face is twisted with an emotion Legend doesn’t entirely recognize, but there’s understanding in it. Of the need to stop something you were unable to defeat before, to fix what was broken because of you. Make up for a failure.

Wild knows what that’s like.

“If anyone can break it, it’s Hyrule,” Wild continues, eyes steely. “We should give him that chance. And the others will need us, we can’t leave them to fight alone.”

Legend catches Warriors’ eye, and the captain looks torn as he dodges an attack, looking at Hyrule, unconscious again.

“I think we have to,” Legend finally admits, hating the idea of bringing Hyrule anywhere near the monster painted in his blood, and yet... knowing it needs to happen.

“I think you’re right,” Warriors agrees quietly.

His faces gets even more fiercely determined, and Warriors turns to face the darknuts at the door, scarf rippling out behind him. He stays beside Legend, Wild on his other side, and Legend pulls out an ice rod, even knowing he might not be able to use it while carrying Hyrule, but feeling better with a weapon in his grip.

“Okay. We’ll get you there,” Legend says as he stands, even though Hyrule is unconscious and doesn’t hear him.

And without another word, they rush at the monsters.

(...)

Fighting their way back to the throne room is easier than leaving it was, but still isn’t easy. They killed most of the beasts on the way down, but more come to take their place, and they’re down a fighter now.

And also trying to protect Hyrule, who is an instant target.

Legend occasionally manages a blast from his ice rod despite the weight in his arms, freezing a monster’s footsteps, actually destroying a few fire-based enemies. But mostly he stays close to Warriors and Wild, keeps Hyrule out of the line of fire, and tries not to think about how sticky and damp his tunic is starting to feel.

It’s a good thing it’s already red.

Hyrule must be stuck somewhere between unconsciousness and clarity, for his eye flickers now and then, and Legend sometimes feels his hands try to weakly hold on to him. At one point he looks down and sees a tear making its way through the dirt and blood, and Legend swallows thickly before wiping it away.

He wants nothing more than to take Hyrule far away from all of this, but they can’t. Legend knows better than most about attempts to escape destiny, and he has a funny feeling this is one of those times.

Whether he likes it or not, Hyrule has to face Ganon.

Red light spills across their faces as they come up from the dungeons, crimson rays falling through the window. Hyrule twitches when it falls on him, and lets out a soft moan, face screwing up in pain. Legend turns his back to the light, and the three of them hurry back towards the throne room, Hyrule’s breath rasping more the closer they get.

The door is still open from earlier, and they charge in, Warriors and Wild standing in front of Legend like bodyguards. Legend quickly surveys the battle they’re now in the middle of, and winces.

The room is in much worse of a state than before, windows shattered, cracks in the floor, a small hole blasted into the wall. Four is lying unmoving at the base of a pillar, blood on his back, and Twilight is defending him against any stray magic or blows. Wind and Sky are working in tandem trying to keep Ganon distracted, Time on their heels, and it looks like they’ve had some small luck in actually hitting him.

They’re all bloodied though, and obviously drained, and Legend knows they wouldn’t have lasted much longer.

Ganon swings his trident in a huge thrust, forcing the heroes attacking him to retreat, and turns on the returned group, his face furious. But the moment his eyes land on Hyrule, the fury is replaced by surprise.

And then pure glee.

“You brought him right to me?” Ganon howls with laughter, a malicious grin stretching his mouth wide. Hunger glints in his gaze. “I should be thanking you, I’m in need of refreshment.”

“You’ll have to go through all of us first,” Legend spits, grip tightening on Hyrule.

Ganon’s laughter booms, and Hyrule jerks in Legend’s arms, eye shooting open at the sound. Sky takes advantage of the distraction, leaping forward and managing to slice the master sword right across Ganon’s shoulders. The blade shines and Ganon howls, whirling around inhumanly fast and hitting the side of Sky’s head with his trident.

A deafening crack rings through the room and Sky goes sprawling, landing in a motionless, bloodied heap on the ground. The master sword clatters against the stone, Sky and Ganon’s blood staining it, and the battle immediately kicks back into high gear.

Someone runs for Sky, Legend doesn’t notice who. Four starts to get back to his feet, shaking, but awake.

And Ganon turns towards Legend, yellow eyes fixed on Hyrule.

The other heroes immediately jump to his defense as Legend scrambles backwards, and Hyrule makes that horrible wet rattling sound again, like his lungs are rotting inside of him. Legend looks down and Hyrule looks up, expression frantic through the pain.

“Sword...” he says with a wet cough, spattering more blood on his chin. “Sky’s... the...”

“Got it,” Legend says firmly, and before he can overthink his newly-made plan, thrusts Hyrule into Warriors’ arms, his own hands sticky with blood. “I’ll get the sword, you play keep away.”

Warriors nods, then holds Hyrule tight to his chest, staying behind the others and running whenever Ganon gets anywhere close. Legend sprints for all he’s worth to the other side of the room, never more grateful for his pegasus boots as they glide across the stone. He skids to a stop beside Wind, the sailor’s eyes damp as a fairy finishes up on Sky, his eyes already fluttering open.

“You okay?” Legend asks in alarm, and Sky slurs an affirmative, dizzily raising himself to a sitting position.

Wind looks extremely relieved, and Legend grabs the master sword, her steel cool and warm all at the same time. “Is Hyrule..?” Wind asked nervously, and Legend stands back up.

“He’s alive. We’re working on the rest, he needs the Master Sword,” he replies quickly, before sprinting back to where Ganon is trying to plow through the heroes. He dodges a blast of magic and a wide trident swing, and pulls up short beside Warriors, Hyrule’s breath coming in short, quick gasps.

“Here,” he offers, and presses the hilt into Hyrule’s hand. Hyrule’s working eye goes wide, and he grasps weakly at it, the master sword lighting up.

Ganon stumbles, then roars, more deafeningly than ever before. Legend sees the mark on Hyrule’s chest glow, the traveler’s face screwing up in pain, and Ganon storms towards them, eyes blazing.

“She’s working on breaking it, keep him busy!” Legend yells, then runs for Ganon, ducking under an attack and trying to hit his face. The others get the hint, and they rush Ganon, trying to overwhelm him through sheer numbers.

All they need is to keep him busy until the master sword is done breaking the curse.

Warriors stays back, always moving, always staying as far away from Ganon as possible, occasionally handing Hyrule over to someone else. The master sword grows steadily brighter, and Legend can hear Hyrule’s struggling breaths from across the room.

Ganon’s face only grows more enraged, and his attacks get faster, harder, more desperate. Hope flickers in Legend’s chest, and he even manages to score a hit on Ganon’s arm, the beast reeling back with a snarl. By the three, this might actually work.

He never should have had the thought.

Ganon’s eyes glint maliciously, and he goes invisible, blood and all. Legend freezes, as do most of the others, their shields up and ready. But none of them anticipate the burst of magic that spreads out like an explosion, launching them all backwards with a concussive force.

Legend is thrown to the ground, ears ringing, but he still hears a cry that makes his blood run cold.

He struggles to sit up, and sees a crystalline barrier blocking off part of the room, Ganon sneering inside of it.

And Hyrule on the ground a few paces away, unmoving.

“No!” Legend yells, lurching to his feet and slamming his sword against the barrier. It knocks him backwards, and Time catches him, both of them almost falling over.

Vaguely Legend registers Warriors also on the ground, Four helping him up, the others struggling to their feet and gasping in alarm, but he’s too busy running wildly through plans in his head, options and items and desperate, stupid things coming to mind.

“You must have known it would end this way,” Ganon grins, stalking closer to Hyrule. His voice seems slightly strained. “Your friends dying around you, you at my mercy yet again. Your shadow has proved more useful than I thought.”

Of course this is all his fault, Legend thinks furiously, slamming his sword against the barrier and getting launched back again.

Hyrule tries to scrabble backwards, but he can’t move fast enough, and Ganon stops him by putting a hoof on his chest.

“Shall I show your friends what I showed your princesses?” Ganon leers, his hoof pressing down. Legend swears he hears something crack, and more blood bubbles at Hyrule’s mouth, the traveler letting out a choked shriek. “That you’re nothing more than a slave, a failure.”

“Don’t listen to him!” Legend yells with the others, blindly grabbing weapons from his pack and slamming them at the barrier. Nothing makes so much as a dent.

Hyrule’s shaking all over as Ganon speaks, but his grip is still firm on the master sword, open eye blazing. He drags it closer to him, and Ganon makes no move to stop him, amusement on his face.

“What are you going to do with that, little hero?” he sneers, licking his tongue along his fangs. “Going to kill me? You can try all you want, but I’ll always return. I have an endless supply of blood, and it will bring me back no matter what you do, or how hard you try to stop it—”

Legend almost misses it it’s so fast.

One moment Ganon is leaning towards Hyrule, his fangs bared wide, and the next, the master sword is buried in his throat, almost up to the hilt.

Blood drips from between his teeth, and Ganon looks down at Hyrule in shock, the traveler gripping the hilt with all he’s worth.

“And I,” Hyrule gasps, obviously using every ounce of strength he possesses to hold onto the sword, “will kill you, every... single... time.”

Ganon howls, lurching backwards, Hyrule’s grip lost. A spurt of blood comes from his mouth in a hacking cough, eyes wild and enraged, and a deafening roar shakes the room, shattering any windows that aren’t already broken.

There’s a blinding flash, a shockwave rippling across the room. The barrier breaks as Ganon collapses, and Legend bolts, scraping his knees as he falls beside Hyrule’s limp form.

“Link,” he says frantically, Hyrule pale and limp as Legend tries to find his raspy breathing. The mark on Hyrule’s chest is just a pale scar now, but Legend doesn’t care. “Link don’t you dare, you’re not allowed to put us through this again!”

Legend feels for a pulse with shaking hands, checking his wrist, his chin, anything. Hyrule’s chest is still, eyes closed, expression slack. Legend lifts his upper half onto his lap, checking for any signs of life, but the horrible rasping has stopped, heartbeat stilled.

Blood still drips from his wounds, but it feels more final, more like his life is what’s trickling out. The curse isn’t unnaturally keeping him alive anymore.

Hyrule’s gone.

Legend can’t stop the sob that bursts from his throat, the emotion of everything suddenly hitting full-force.

“No, no no— no,” Legend chokes out, clutching Hyrule to his chest, pressing his face against his shoulder. Blood smears on his face, and Legend sobs again, unable to hold it back. “No— I’m sorry Rulie, I’m—” I’m sorry I left you this mess, I’m sorry we weren’t faster, I’m sorry we couldn’t get to you I’m sorry I’m sorry—

Legend doesn’t know how much of anything he’s said out loud, but he doesn’t care, tears mixing with blood. Ganon lets out another dying howl, and someone’s hand sets on Legend’s shoulder, heavy with grief.

Something shifts at his side, and Legend doesn’t even notice, he’s so lost in the nightmare. It’s not until pink drifts into his vision that he realizes what’s happening.

Legend startles, raising his head, and sees the fairy from earlier hovering in front of his face.

“Can...” Legend rasps, barely daring to hope.

It didn’t work before, but now..?

The fairy chimes, and her glow brightens, lighting up tearstained faces. The others are all gathered around Hyrule, some keeping an eye on Ganon as he dies, but otherwise focused on the fairy, and their missing member.

She dances over him again, sparkles drifting from her like pink flurries of snow. They shine on tears and blood, disappearing as they touch Hyrule’s skin, and Legend watches through damp eyes, barely daring to breathe.

The fairy finishes, letting out a bright chime, her wings fluttering. She wobbles over to Warriors’ shoulder and sits, and then... Hyrule moves.

Legend jumps, realizing now that some of Hyrule’s wounds have been closed. He’s still a disaster, and the fairy could only fix a few of the very worst injuries, and not fully, but it worked. Legend holds a shaking hand on Hyrule’s cheek, and then the traveler’s eye slowly blinks open again.

Legend lets out the breath he’s been holding in one huge exhausted exhale, the end hitching in a relieved sob. He clutches Hyrule tight, and the others press in around them, warm hands and relieved sighs, exhausted sniffles and hiccups. There’s relieved crying in the back of Legend’s mind too, and he knows the princesses are safe.

“He’s gone..?” Hyrule rattles after a minute, and Legend nods, sniffing horribly as he wipes his nose on his sleeve. He smears blood and tears and all sorts of gross things around, but he’s already covered in blood and dirt anyway.

“He’s gone,” he confirms in a thick voice, still holding Hyrule tight. “He’s gone. You did it, Link.”

A trembling laugh comes from his arms, thick and sniffly and weak. It fades into a hysterical sob, and they don’t say anything more, Hyrule clutching weakly at Legend, Legend running a few shaking fingers through his hair. The others press in again, holding them tight, and Hyrule only looks up once at where their enemy used to stand.

Ganon is nothing but a pile of ashes, the Master Sword glowing softly atop the pile.

#(there may be a short part 4 but I’m unsure as of now)#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu hyrule #tw blood #tw violence #tw temporary character death #oop #whumptober #whumptober 2024 #fic #no.26 #regret #nightmare #writing from the floor #please enjoy I’ve been working on this for forever

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