#poker face lu fic

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I feel so bad for Vio in the chapter I'm writing. Not only did he get bullied in chapter 6, he will cry at least twice this chapter as well.

...At least I managed to include Warriors as best dad propaganda. I thought of that months ago and I refuse to let it go. LET HIM ADOPT A THIRD CHILD!!!

Edit: Here's the chapter if you haven't seen my other post :)

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Wild gets Snapchat….

THE SEQUAL.

this started out as a crack fic but the end I had to put some family dynamic because I got distracted lol and then went back to crack because I got lazy

warning: Lu sunset spoiler but very very minor

feturing:

Parental time

Legend being somewhat wise but not rlly

Wild having TikTok (this may be unrealistic because I don’t have TikTok)

blare being traumatized with gen A slang I never wanna read that article again.

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Well, Snapchat was a bust. Being honest, Wild forgot about it for a while. Yet, along with another boring night comes some less boring opportunities. Of course, this time around Wild knew if he wanted to get something cool, he would have to be more convincing about it.

“Time.” He whispered

The old man slept

“TIME.”

“What now?”

Wild took a breath, this time he thought, this time. “I found this application, called… TikTok, and you can film battle techniques on it.” He saw the look of skepticism in the man’s eyes, so he had to make something up quick, “I saw the shadow using it.”

well that’s one way to get someone’s attention.

Time looked at him, with a slight glimpse of humor in his eyes. Let the kid live a little, he’s still young. he rolled his eyes as he grabbed the slate, let him learn on his own terms.

password verified, LinkLonLonMalonIs@mazing89

“Alright. If you say so champ.”

…

The first week things were acting a bit odd.

“Wild, hey that sword wasn’t finished yet!” Four yelled, he THOUGHT the first time would teach him a lesson, “And you just took it and broke it!”

Wild grinned, looking up from his slate, “Fanum tax.”

Four looked confused (that’s a first), “What?”

“you just got ratio’d.”

That wasn’t the only odd encounter, no, there was many other ones.

Wind looked up at the others, absolutely horrified, “What do you mean I would cheat at poker?! I would never!”

“You’re capping.”

Wind glared, “No I am not!”

“what does capping mean?”

The two hesitated, “Nothing, nothing.”

.

“Wow, Wars you got drip!” The champion explained in awe.”

“Gee, no need to be rude, I just washed my hair.” The captain rolled his eyes, pushing his brother aside.

“What?” Wild explained, “I said you had drip!”

.

Legend didn’t like what was going on. Legend didn’t like the sleepless nights, with the faint screen glow filling the forests. Legend didn’t like the one pot pasta recipes instead of the old meals that were created with love and care. Legend didn’t like the unrecognizable vocabulary that plagued every conversation with the champion.

He just wanted his brother back.

“Wild,” the veteran whispered in the dead of night, trying to pull away the screen glued to the champion’s face, “Wanna try something new.”

“Bro thought he ate-“ Wild paused, “Wait what? Yes please-“ The champion paused as he felt the tug of the slate.

“Without the slate,” Legend cringed at his rough tone, “Please.”

The footsteps were soft as they arrived at a clearing.

“This…” Legend pointed to the greenery beneath him and Wild’s feet, “is grass. Now TOUCH IT.”

“NOOOOooOoOo”

“PUCKER UP BESTIE!” The veteran laughed as he smushed the champion’s face into the soft green grass.

wild touched grass. And now TikTok is deleted because he touched grass.

"PUCKER UP BESTIE"🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 BLARE you ATE with that line hahahaha 😉😉

Legend is really saving Wild from himself here... And the rest of the chain by extension lol

Times password is fantastic as well hahaha

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I've wasted too much time moping today so now I'm going to cheer myself up with headcanon instead.

Walter's sisters edition.

His older sister's name is Luisa. She's two years older, and she's a badass. She tough as nails and takes no shit, but very warm especially with the people she cares about. She's very observant and has cut throat journalist vibes, but she's actually a high school teacher (probably like, lit and history or something). She's a lesbian, and lives with her long time girlfriend who is an artist. I think they live in NYC, whether the Skinners grew up there or not. They met when they taught at the same school, but the girlfriend isn't a teacher anymore. The girlfriend has a teenage son who has mostly been raised by the two of them.

Luisa and Walter are very close. She's the person he calls when he (admits to himself that he) needs advice, especially on social or romantic topics and often the only one who can tell he's upset when he's doing his best not to let on. He calls her Lu. She loves her baby brother a lot but doesn't like his job. She also has... opinions... on his alleged straightness, but isn't a dick about it.

His younger sister is Francesca, who he almost always calls Frannie. She's two years younger. She's very kind and sweet and a little neurotic, but should not be underestimated. Her first husband gtfo'ed after their daughter was born. Walter didn't kick his ass but very politely threatened him into paying child support. He didn't have to try very hard. Frannie has two sons with her current husband, who Walter thinks is a very nice man but secretly finds incredibly dull. She's also a teacher and works part-time, probably teaching English at a community college, and also sews like their mom.

Frannie is also very observant, though more in the vein of a neighborhood busy body, and she's a bit of a natural worrier. Walter is very protective of her. She calls Luisa Lu-Lu and Walter Waltie, completely regardless of who is around to hear it.

Turns out Walter's poker face isn't entirely due to his job but also due to trying to keep his perceptive sisters out of his business.

Anyway I love them all and am now plotting ways to include them in fics in various ways.

Some day soon I will get back to my X-Files watch through, circle back to “all things” (which I somehow skipped over???) and then continue w season 8 and onward to figure out which parts of it survive into fic canon.

But for now I’m having a grand old time coming up with (mostly) cute fluffy headcanons about Walter and his relationship with his parents and siblings (he has two sisters, they are entirely figments of my imagination and I love them) and what he does on the rare occasions he isn’t working.

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The Lunar Mark (Xiumin Werewolf!au fic) Chapter 10

Warnings: Violence, torture

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11 Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15(M) Ch. 16

~Minseok~

It was taking everything his three pack mates had to hold him back as he saw Y/N being dragged away.

‘If you can hear me Minseok, I’m sorry for everything…but please don’t follow, I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt because of me.’  he heard Y/N’s voice ring through his head. She had opened her lines of communication to him momentarily to tell him not to follow. He wanted to try and answer back but never got the chance to with a hard thump to the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

“Sorry bout that, bro,” Chanyeol said, “We’ve got to get back to the pack house and tell them what happened.”

Kyungsoo and Jongdae nodded in agreement, helping get the knocked out Minseok back to the house. “Guys! Big problem,” Chanyeol yelled as he placed Minseok on the couch.

“What’s going on?” A still irritated, but now fully unthawed Kris questioned.

“The guards...they accused Y/N of being the one stealing the wire...and then they saw the lunar mark,” Jongdae replied, “They took her.”

“Took her?” Junmyeon questioned, “Did...did you hear them say where?”

“They’re taking her to Lord Yeongjoon,” he replied.

There were gasps from around the room. To humans, Lord Yeongjoon was a kind, caring, and fair leader who many looked up to (there were the exceptions, but that’s another story *hint hint*), to magical beings however, if you were caught by the royal guard and taken to him, most would beg to be killed before having to be stuck in the dungeons.

He was convinced that all magical beings and those that practiced magic were evil and complete scum of the earth and was hell bent on getting answers out of them about where their source of power was, where their packs, covens, families, etc. were, and what their deepest and truest weakness was.

“Kris...” Eunha said with questioning eyes.

“I know...” he said, patting the hand she had placed on his arm, “As reckless as he’s been and with the fact that we don’t even know if Y/N will accept Minseok or not...we can’t leave her in the hands of Yeongjoon,” he said.

“She tried to protect him...if that means anything,” Kyungsoo said, speaking up.

“Excuse me?” he questioned.

“When they were dragging her off she noticed Minseok...and she mouthed at him not to follow,” Soo replied.

There was suddenly a growl and Minseok sat up looking around disoriented. “Where is she?”

“We’re going to get her back, but you need to relax,” Junmyeon said.

“Tao...Luhan...Baekhyun...we’re gonna need you three at your best for this...get some food in you,” Kris said. The three men nodded and headed to the kitchen to get some food in them.

“They’ll kill her...we need to get to her,” Minseok said, trying to fight against Junmyeon.

“And that’s what we’re gonna do...but you can’t go running in there blind,” Junmyeon stated, “You getting yourself killed, will do nothing for her.”

“Um...guys...,” Baekhyun said, walking out of the kitchen, “Lu’s having a vision...and I do think it’s good.”

Closing his eyes and letting out a small breath Kris turned and walked into the kitchen, ignoring Minseok’s pleas for Junmyeon and Chanyeol to let him go. In the kitchen he saw Lu sitting against the wall, hunched over, hugging his sides. He crouched down and reached out to Lu putting his hand on his shoulder, only to have him pull back, making a pained noise.

“Don’t touch me...” he said.

“Lu...what’s happening?” Kris questioned.

“It’s not what is it’s what will happen,” he replied, looking terrified.

Suddenly Kris got knocked out of the way and Lu let out a cry of pain as Minseok grabbed onto his shoulders. “Luhan! Tell me what is happening to her!”

“Please...Minseok let me go...that hurts,” Lu said, pain surging through his body. Luhan’s visions, though he had very good control over them now...they could sometimes be physically painful for him. 

“Just...just tell me Lu,” Minseok pleaded.

“She doesn’t break, no matter the pain...no...no matter what he does to her she doesn’t give in to him,” Lu said, starting to feel extremely weak.

Kris pushed Minseok out of the way. “What dungeon is she in? Lu...we need that and then you can rest.”

“The lower dungeon...that’s all I can see in terms of that,” Lu said, “She...”

“Rest now...” Kris said, “Yixing!” Kris handed Lu over to Yixing’s care and looked at Tao and Baekhyun. “I hope you two are up for some old fashioned foot and nose work.”

“Of course...” Tao replied, “But you do know with all the human scent and as deep as those dungeons run...we can’t just rush into this.”

“Yes...which is the one thing that does worry me about this,” Kris replied.

~Y/N~

It had been a couple of hours since you had been dragged down into the depths of the dungeons of Lord Yeongjoon’s mansion. Vampires, witches, humans...you could smell their blood...but drowning out that was the smell of your own blood. You truly wish you could lick your own wounds; the guards had not been kind as they dragged you through the forest and even less kind as they pushed you down into the darkness.

“If it were up to me...all you mongrels, blood suckers, and those who deal in the dark arts would completely eradicated...without a second thought about any “humanity” that you might have in you,” you heard a voice say, “There’s nothing human about any of you...you’re monsters.”

“And you’re a cowered, hiding in the shadows...Lord Yeongjoon,” you said.

A chuckle could be heard as the man stepped into the light of the torches. “You’ve still got some life left in you, the guards said you fought the whole way here...at least until they threatened you with a wolfsbane blade.”

“Why wouldn’t I fight, WHEN I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!” you yelled, your voice echoing through the dungeon.

“You’re alive!” he said, “Your mere existence along with the rest of your kind is wrong!”

“I could say the same about the hunters that tear families apart,” you said lunging. The chains around that were around your wrists seems to tighten as you stumbled backwards. You looked at the chains around your wrists and let out a low growl. “What would your people think of their savior if he said he wanted to eradicate magic but he used it himself,” you said holding up your wrists, the shackles glowing a pale blue color, “This is the work of a master of binding spells.”

“The people would be happy that I am doing what I need to keep a wolf bitch confined,” he said, “Speaking of which, we need to talk about your pack.”

“I don’t have a pack...I am an unmated female without a pack,” you said.

“I will not tolerate being lied too,” he stated.

“Good thing I’m not-,” you started to say only to receive a smack across the face.

“I see we’re going to have to do things the hard way,” he said, “That’s alright...it’s more fun this way anyway.”

The punching, the slapping, even the whippings that took place throughout the night didn’t break you. When Lord Yeongjoon retired for the evening, you rested in the corner against the cold brick. You could smell your own blood and the pain that seared across your back was something that you had never felt before. And it wasn’t so much sleep that took over, then it was you passing out.

“GET UP!” a voice snapped, pulling you up from the ground.

Your eyes snapped open, the guard from the day before dragging you out of the cell. After a minute of walking (if that’s what you want to call what you did) he threw you to the ground and you looked up to see Lord Yeongjoon.

“I heard that unless a werewolf has the power to control fire, one is generally afraid of it,” he said, as he nonchalantly poked the wood in the large furnace he was crouched in front of.  

“We’re fine around fire...thanks,” you said, starting to get nervous, “We are part human after all.”

He turned bringing the red hot poker with him. “Are you sure about that? Because your eyes are quite big right now,” he said, “Now...I can’t make promises, but if you tell me what I want to know...I might just be tempted to leave fire out of this.”

He held the poker out towards you and you moved back a bit feeling the heat radiating off of it. “But I have nothing to tell you...honestly. I have no pack...no mate...I’m AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”

You screamed as the poker came in contact with you arm. “It’s a shame you’re as stubborn as you are...you could have ended your own suffering hours ago. No matter...I will get what I want out of you...one way or another.”

To be continued...

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I stand up and stretch before I notice a certain creature by Wild's side.

"Is that a--"

"Oh, it's a wolf!"

"A FUCKING WOLF? AT CAMP?! WHAT?!?"

Or

Where Four is pretty bad at holding a poker face, the colours are regretting being merged, and no one has realised that he is 20 and not 13.

No plot (at least yet) just some connected scenes which I think are fun.

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"I didn't kill him, papa."

"Link's...Link's still here."

"I-I'm still here, papa!"

Or

Hylia please give them a hug (feat. Warriors as best dad propaganda)

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Where Vio has self doubt, Red has self doubt, Blue has self doubt, Green has self do---

Shadow does not have self doubt >:D

New chapter yipee!

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Ah, it's a bad day.

I groan as all the other colours wake up, and all sigh as we realise that it's one of these days again. It's been years since this last happened, even if it's because we're so rarely merged.

"Should we just reveal that we're four people so we don't have to deal with this?"

"I don't even know if we're able to raise our arm high enough to even try right now."

Or

Four is having a bad day. A really fucking bad day

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The next chapter of Poker Face was supposed to be happy. Maybe funny, but I don't always trust my sense of humor.

By Hylia is Four not having a good day by now.

For context: this chapter was originally named birthday song.

It is now called Last moments

Good luck, my idiot

...Let's just hope I actually finish it this week

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"Thanks for the potion. I'll go back to my room, all this talking has made me tired.", I say, standing up. Before I could go long, though, Hyrule grabs my wrist carefully.

"Who did it, Link?"

I only shake my head, refusing to answer as he finally lets me go. I walk in silence, ignoring how pained I am at how they're looking at me.

I can't let them know. Not yet.

Or

Where Red really needs a hug (he doesn't get one)

CW: Non graphic injuries and hostage situation

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Link wasn't doing so good at the start. Some days, he could barely get out of bed. Others, he could only focus on the colours speaking inside their body, not knowing what or how or when.

Link technically doesn't exist. Instead, there's only the colours. I wonder, how was he before they turned into four?

Or

The lore™ episode

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Where they're kind of regretting not admiting that they're twice the age the others think. Feat. Shadow and Shadow!

CW: Mentions of underage drinking (and just drinking in general).

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Hi! Just popping in to shake you by the shoulders like a maraca because oh my goodness, oh my goodness, OH MY GOODNESS

I’ve only done the two comments for them cause my computer’s been broken for the past few months and I can barely type off a keyboard but I need you to know I am constantly screaming internally about your fics, like constantly, like constantly constantly, like AHHHHGGGGHHGGHHHHHHHH HALFGOAPWGWOSHEKQOSGQKGSPRGWGDOOR

I love them :3

IT'S YOU!! I LOVE GETTING YOUR COMMENTS ON MY FICS I ALWAYS GET SO HAPPY THAT I SOMETIMES FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA CRY. It's hard to believe that someone actually likes my fics (Esp cause not everyone likes first person POV) but I have to believe it as the numbers don't lie lol. I've been working on the newest chapter of Poker Face for like...almost 2 weeks, and when I want some motivation I just open the comments and re-read them.

...Thank you😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also have a sneak peak of next chapter >;)

I sigh as I slowly wake up, even if I really want to go back to bed—though I'm already in bed anyways. I don't dare open my eyes, even when someone starts shaking me.

"Fourrrrrrr. Four, wake uppppppppp.", a familiar voice says, and I believe it's Wind. I just grab my blanket and pull it over my head, and I can feel Wind pout. But instead of trying more, someone else joins him.

"Wake up, birthday boy. If you don't I won't give you your present.", we all stay quiet for a moment before Wind practically screams.

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!?"

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I look over at Hyrule, who's grinning and holding his shield. I can feel dread as he opens his mouth to speak.

"Have you ever heard of something called shield surfing?"

Or

Hyrule is a little shit (affectionate), Twilight is a horse girl, Legend is dissapointed, Wind is Wind, and Red gets a hug!!!