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atwas-meme-ing · 1 year

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Ok, so, since the Wii U and 3ds shops are gonna close down soon, I'm on a mission to collect all the fun Wii U and 3ds games I can find. Here's a list of what I think are some of the best download-only Wii U and 3ds games that I've found. I think most of these may also be on Switch, Steam, or other platforms. And a lot of these are available on both 3ds and Wii U.

3ds

All of the Sonic Game Gear/Master system games that are on 3ds: Sonic 1 and 2, Sonic Blast, Sonic Labyrinth, Triple Trouble, and Tails Adventure. If you don't have the original machines to play them on, then this is the best way to play these. Works so much better than online emulators.

Pretty much anything by Circle and Skipmore. So, the Witch and Hero trilogy, Fairune, Drancia Saga, Ambition of the Slimes. I know I'm forgetting some, but just filter by publisher and look up Circle and Skipmore. All their games are just sooooo fun. Most of them are pretty simple, you can get through them in a few hours, but you really should clear a few hours out of a single day when you sit down to play one because they are highly addictive. Especially Witch and Hero.

Quell: Memento. This is a fun puzzle game with a bittersweet story about a crotchety, old, reclusive man. Your goal is to get him to open up about his life.

Steamworld. Get the whole series, if you can. They are mostly platformer, metroidvania, and/or puzzle styled games where you play as steam-powered robots.

Legend of Dark Witch. Multiple ways to play, side-scrolling platformer game with some magical shooter elements.

Kingdom's Item Shop. This is so cute- you run a shop for magical and heroic items, and you have to go out and fight monsters to get more ingredients. You also get to craft new items.

Alchemic Dungeons. Nothing but dungeons, and you craft what you need as you go along.

Alphadia. High fantasy RPG, but with bioengineering sci-fi story elements.

Severed. Action game with dungeons where you sever monsters' limbs to get upgrades. Not as gross as it sounds.

Excave. It's a trilogy. Dungeon crawler. Cuz, come on, how can you not love dungeon crawlers?

Cursed ex Castilla. Basically a Ghosts 'n Goblins clone, but with its own story. And you can save your place, so that alone makes it worth it XD

Adventure Labyrinth Story. Another dungeon crawler.

Kemco RPG's. There's a bunch of them, and they all have good stories: ASH, Infinite Dunamis, Justice Chronicles... like I said, there's a bunch. Each one puts its own spin on the battle mechanincs.

Ninja Usagimaru. A series of puzzle games where you have to push, pull, and throw blocks to rescue villagers and defeat the monsters. Reminds me of an old block-pushing puzzle game I played years ago and can't remember the name of. Anyway, Usagimaru is fun.

Wii U

1001 Spikes. I'm pretty sure there's more spikes than that in this game X'D. NES-inspired pixel art action game. Get the treasure and escape, but don't stand in one place for too long.

Alphadia Genesis. Prequal to Alphadia (which I mentioned above for 3ds).

More Steamworld games.

Axiom Verge. It honestly looks like a Metroid clone, but Axiom Verge is its own story and has its own rules of gameplay and mechanics. And it ain't easy, by any means.

Bit Dungeon. Dungeon crawler. Yup, that's it, just dungeons. Go ahead, go nuts.

Dragon Fantasy. Highly comedic high fantasy RPG where you play as a bald, middle-aged former hero. There's a whole series. Looks like it was inspired by Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, and Earthbound.

Defend Your Crypt. This game is backwards! So, usually, you would play as someone trying to break into a crypt to steal treasures, right? Well, in this game, you play as the ghost of a pharaoh who has to activate the traps to avoid getting his treasures stolen. Pixel-art.

Freedom Planet. Now, I know this game's on Steam and Switch, but if you have a little room on your Wii U and not on your Switch, you might want to try it. It's adorable, the characters are funny, the story is good, and it is so heavily inspired by Sega Genesis games.

Human Resource Machine. Stupid little game about the fundamentals of programming. Fun for anyone trying to learn computer science.

Master Reboot and Soul Axiom. These two are a set. They're somewhat minimalized first-person exploration/puzzle games set in one of those storylines where people have uploaded their consciousness into the cloud.

Space Hunted. As far as I know, this is ONLY on Wii U (and it may be the only game in my list that is only on Wii U). If you like the old NES sci-fi games, you HAVE to get this one! If it didn't have a copyright date of 2017, I would have sworn this was an original NES game. Not only are the music and the art true to the era, but it has a very simplistic menu style and it is just as hard as any NES sci-fi shootout I've ever tried.

NES Remix. You have the option to play missions and whole levels from the biggest NES hits (Mario, Kirby, Kid Icarus, Zelda, and more), but the real fun is the Remix levels. Some of them involve characters from one game ending up in another (so you have things like Mario's Boos chasing Kirby), while others have mixed-up versions of the original levels, like reversed or silhouetted levels. (The Kirby egg-eating level drove me nuts because the camera pans in closer and closer with every egg.) I do believe that NES Remix 1, 2, and Ultimate are only on 3ds and Wii U.

Nihilumbra. A spot of darkness escapes from the void and discovers beauty, life, and color, but he eventually develops an existential crisis as he realizes the void will destroy everything in its past as it attempts to reclaim him.

Xeodrifter. Hard. NES-inspired pixel art. Another game that reminds me of Metroid, but the art style is not cloned.

Swords and Soldiers. Strategy battle game, so stupid and hilarious and adorable. Pretty sure there's a whole series, I've only got the first one.

Pixel Slime U. Obviously developed by a true sadist. Pixel art, but there's no way you could confuse this with a retro NES game. Every level has a gimmick- some spin, some are upside-down, some switch from upside-down to right-side-up, and those are the easy ones. Only play if you're a glutton for punishment and you don't get motion sickness. I think it's only on Wii U, so get it while you can.

Olympia Rising. Play as the soul of a warrior trying to escape the rising ocean of acid in Hades. A bit tough.

Twisted Fusion. You've been transported to a world in the sky where all the monsters are allergic to water, so you use water guns to destroy them. And your character's phone has all these apps they can use to upgrade. Gameplay isn't too dynamic, but the setting of the game makes it enjoyable.

Castle Storm. Tower defense. Funny cutscenes, good graphics. Medieval knights vs. barbaric Vikings. But are the Vikings really that barbaric? And is it possible there's a traitor among Sir Gareth's men? Play to find out!

Giana Sisters: Twisted Dreams. The punk sister is stuck in the cutesy world and the cutesy sister is stuck in the punk world. Switch back and forth between them to escape back to reality.

Knytt Underground. Mountain-climbing game- you can climb walls like in Celeste, but there's no stamina limit (also no dash). Journey through the post-apocalyptic underground world as both a mute human and a bouncy ball to ring the 6 bells that will prevent the world from dying. I think Knytt might actually be a series, but this is the first one I've found.

And I'm actually still collecting and intend to get as many as I can right up until the shops close down. Will try to remember to update this list as I find more.

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vanjumiko · 6 months

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silly cookie pins :-]

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #moonlight cookie #stardust cookie #milky way cookie #crk fanart #my shop items ig??#shameless plug u can get one from shop linked in blog lol??

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skelkankaos · 9 months

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Marmalade (my mario kart/smb1993 fancharacter) is literally the most important man to exist btw and you all love him

#set the scene: a week after marmalade was teleported to mushroom kingdom #he's working as a Herald in the Sarasaland castle #marmalade staring puppy dog eyed at princess daisy:#''can you take my white ass to Item Shop''#(his atv got impounded again)#(because he hasn't learned how to drive like a person who isn't in mortal danger yet)

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bloodypeachblog · 2 years

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If I was ever isekai'd, I'd love to be reincarnated as a shopkeeper in a fantasy RPG where I sell all types of wares (what I make or what I find throughout the land) and make friends with the townsfolk and travelers.

I'm really thinking of making my own shop where I make whatever I can think of and selling it from a little booth (I would convert one of those pre-built sheds you see at Home Depot to a shop booth) on certain days of the week.

#I love shopkeeping simulator games #ive been playing a lot of Rune Factory 4 and Kingdom's Item Shop lately #i used to run booths at my school's craft bazaars so i have experience of the job

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getooine · 4 months

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It’s taken me a long time but I’ve finally gotten prints of my work, starting with one of my favourites!

I loved painting Anakin and Padmé in this scene so much, (even though the lace on the dress was so painstaking 😖) it was all worth it to finally get a physical copy to hang on my wall.

Any support will be much appreciated 💕

Available on my Etsy now ❤️

https://getooine.etsy.com

#art #artists on tumblr #fanart #star wars #star wars fanart #digital art #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #illustration #character art #hayden christensen #anidala #attack of the clones #star wars anakin #padme amidala #art print

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wildermouse · 2 years

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fairy kingdom - all items and more available today (nov 30) at 3pm pst

shop | insta

#fairy #cottagecore #fairycore #goblincore #woodland #faerie #witchy #witchblr #fairy house #hobbit house #crystal #crystals #mushroom #mushrooms #sculpture #artists on tumblr #small artist #small business

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fukuro-kyun · 3 months

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some charms that arrived today (available in link below!)

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel merch #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #loser baby #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin hotel fanart #radiostatic #chaggie

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aikunik · 30 days

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Yandere Prince x GN reader

second yandere yay yaya (yandere emperor next or request yans PLS)

warnings: nsfw, yandere tendencies, delusional yan

Lucian, the kingdom's crown prince, which was next in line to becoming emperor, was a normal man before you moved to his kingdom to seek refuge. Normally, Lucian wouldn't care much about mere refugees, in fact he thought of you guys as nosy flies circling the kingdom and ruining its reputation.

But that was until you received an order from him, changing your view on him completely, during your shift working as a barista at a cafe.

And oh boy, he was a HIGH mantainence prince, what do you mean he needed an "extra hot, triple-shot, half-caf, non-fat, no foam, no whip, caramel macchiato with an extra pump of vanilla syrup, sprinkled with cinnamon, served in a mug that's been pre-warmed for exactly 30 seconds, but make sure the milk is steamed to precisely 150 degrees Fahrenheit, stirred counterclockwise exactly 12 times with a cinnamon stick, then remove the stick and replace it with a peppermint stick for precisely 5 seconds before removing it entirely, and don't forget to sprinkle exactly 7 chocolate shavings on top, alternating between dark and milk chocolate, and finally, serve it with a smile and a sprinkle of fairy dust for good measure."

Like where did he even get that load or information?.. so as a normal employee, you made the drink. But with a twist, you only poured dark coffee in the mug and served it to the cocky prince. And to your surprise he did not in fact, enjoy it. Wow who would've thought.

You then quit from the job and threw your apron right into the crown prince's face.

Lucian was a pervert sweetheart, he even brought your apron back to the imperial palace (where he resided) and added it to a shrine of you, which was his room. (and instantly got a raging boner from seeing or sniffing it)

Yes he had a shrine of you before meeting at the coffee shop and yes, he followed you out of the shop looking like a kicked puppy, if he had dog ears, it would be drooping right now.

And you've never met the crown prince before, you've only met his dad, the famous long-ruling emperor that always doted on his wife. Maybe thats where he got his clinginess from.

Anyway, turns out you met him at your school event which was prom, held a week after you arrived, where he bumped into you once trying to find the way through the festival, and you kept apologising for no reason (he was the one who bumped into you), and that was where you two had a 2 hour long conversation with one another. And that was how he knew you were the one and thought you liked him back too. you don't like him back. you were just hungover from the large amount of drinks you drank

From then on, he started stalking you, gifting you massive amounts of gifts every week anonymously, if you glanced at an item for a second, he would not be hesitant to buy it.

But it was completely different if you looked at someone else, or glanced at them for a millisecond he would start to become dramatic and start to sob for at least than ten minutes on the cold floor or streets, or wherever he was stalking you from, he made sure you heard his pathetic cries, oh how much he wanted you to confess your love to him.

After a day from the coffee incident, he started following you around in broad daylight, tagging along everywhere you go, whether it would be the library, your school, the imperial palace or your house, he would try to invite himself to bathe with you (you never let him in your house, he just.. got in)

Lucian would start to cry uncontrollably on the floor, and banging and punching your bathroom door if you wouldn't let him bath or shower with you. he couldn't be apart from you for any second, since you now knew his obsession.

After your bathing session or shower session, he would roam inside your bathroom, sniffing up every scent of you like a mad dog, relieving himself to bathroom filled with your scent. (he could collapse in there any moment)

"ah- darling's scent ah- wh-why didn't they let me bathe with them.."

i made this half asleep

#possessive love #yanblr #yandere community #yandere imagines #yandere prince #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere male #yandere #yan!prince #lucian the prince

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huecycles · 2 years

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why is there dark candy in the trash on the way leading to spamton's shop. this is apparently the only place in cyber world where you can find dark candy. dark candy is a card kingdom item. there's a warp door in the same room. what is this implying please tell me toby please t

shoutout to @naggingatlas for bringing my attention to this

also the only time we see a card kingdom tree in the cyber is in the egg man room, which interestingly has a hint drawn right next to one of spamton's garbage cans (the one where he sells you the thorn ring). did he draw that, maybe?

i really really love this because: it goes well with my idea of spamton being an artist (shop background, vandalized queen paintings) + we know jevil has been to cyber city but now we might have confirmation spamton has been to card kingdom too and this is making me silly

#spamton #jevil #spamvil #ID ON'T CAREEEE #this is so gay im sorry #deltarune #deltarune theory #txt

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dewberrymoons · 8 months

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Fancy a cozy trip to Brewsters coffee trailer? And maybe try the coffee of the day 🤭🤎 located in Birchwood forest 🌳

Little print is also available on my little shop! See link below 🤎☁️

#acnl #animal crossing #acnh #animal crossing design #green #natural #nature #animal crossing new horizons #animal crossing builds #animal crossing art #Brewster #the roost #coffee #cozy #cozy animal crossing #acnh art #fanart

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 7 months

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Lovers dispute

Pairing: Toji fushiguro x reader

Warnings: Hate sex, Blindfold, Gagging, Bondage, Fingering, Hair pulling, Betrayal, Murder, Fighting, Torture, Cum-shot, Augst, Hurt / Comfort, Tears, Ex-Cop reader, Yakuza Toji, a bit of Dubcon.

Summary: You thought your past was buried and gone. Oh how very wrong you were.

A/n: Fanart, not mine.

"Mornin' baby," Toji gently whispered into your hair as he kissed your head, "Mornin' to you too." you hummed as you opened your eyes and set your chin on his pec, glazing up into your husband's smaragdine eyes "Do you have to go?" you asked softly as you reached up, caressing his bruised cheek, a mark left by the courtesy your 'step-father' "he'll raise hell n' I don't feel like dealin' with that bullshit." Toji kissed your palm "Besides the meeting won't be long." he reassured you as he moved your hair out your face, his large hand resting on your cheek.

"Okay. fine. I love you." you sighed rolling your eyes, already feeling the rising hate for the man your husband calls father."Oh, I know you do." Toji replied with that devilish smirk and pulled you into a passionate kiss before leaving your comfortable bed to get dressed.

You frowned while you watched Toji look for a suit to wear, you hated that he couldn't just skip it, but being the head brunch's son he'd not only show great disrespect, he'd also dishonor the Zenin family. You scowled, that family didn't deserve honor or respect, especially his father from Toji of all people but your words would be nothing, you're a foreigner and not born of a highly known family.

No, to them you were more a pet that they let Toji have Instead of a wife.

When you came to Japan you didn't plan to fall in love and marry a member of the yakuza, after all, you disliked Toji at first, a woman or two always on his arm, gambling away money, and picking fights with unfortunate souls who either earned it or was there at the wrong time. Over time you learned there was more to him, he was broken and you couldn't stand by and not try to help, days you spent listening to him, comforting him, and simply having fun, you can't pinpoint when it happened but happened all the same and you wouldn't change that. But you didn't come for that.

You came to eliminate the yakuza.

You see in your country, you had a nickname from high Officials, you were called the 'Reaper of kingdoms' and known for stealthy worming your way into gangs, into crime empires, and destroying them from the inside out, very few have seen your face or had read your real files, and those who weren't so supposed to were killed. No, loose ends.

The prime minister of Japan had heard of your service from one of your co-workers visiting the country and seeing as the yakuza was getting more and more powerful, he hired you, that was the plan but life works differently and you don't regret it. "See ya later baby," Toji spoke as he bent down to kiss your cheek and left for the meeting.

As much as you'd like to lie down and wait for him, you too had to do errands, you huffed and left the warm abyss to bear the cold air for suitable clothes and you were on your way to the grocery store. Humming you picked items and items from the shelves of the lively supermarket, walking to the drinks sections you stopped as you grabbed and held up different types of milk when that old gut feeling crept up. You put one of the milk back in the freezer and the other in your shopping cart. You continued, subtly looking behind you, once you turned your head a dark figure slipped into an isle and disappeared. The Mysterious person shadowed you the entire time and only varnished when you finished paying yet you knew it wasn't over, it mostly never is it. Just as you were putting up your groceries in the back of your car suddenly did the sounds of running footsteps coming towards your direction

The gut feeling came again and your combat training kicked in as the attacker reached you, a knife in hand. they tried to slash you but failed as you nonchalantly weaved and kicked the knife out of their hand, they barely had time to get their weapon as you gripped their hoodie from the back with one hand and the other on the trunk door. You quickly shut the lid and slammed the person against hard metal, they groaned as they fell to the concrete "You bitc-" they managed to croak out before you placed your sneaker-covered foot to their throat "Who are you?" you questioned, your (e/c) was filtered with the ice cold of the antarctic. "You're gonna regret this-" "Wrong answer." you snarled digging your heel into their pinned throat, the sounds of their choking and gargling had attracted people's attention.

"Ma'am?!" a man shouted, distracting you enough for your attack to push your leg away and run off. You watched angrily as the person hurried off, they looked behind them, and the hoodie that hid their face flew off. Your eyes widen as you get a good look 'No.No!Not her!' a dreadful, fearful feeling consumed you. You were snapped out of that as a hand grabbed your shoulder and without thinking about it, you latched on the person's arm and flipped them over said shoulder. The fear on the man's face made you realize what you did, and whispers and pointing of the scene finally pushed you to enter your car.

Why was she here? You could think of one reason and you knew you needed to find her before she could do any damage.

You spent the rest of the time waiting for Toji and doing chores. Toji got home with gritted teeth and a spine-chilling glare, it was like he was looking past you and into a vision of his father, the day was a quiet one, tensions high of unspoken anger and worries, and unlike, even in the strong arms of your husband, the worry did not fade if not it had worsened but by some miracle, you fell asleep.

Weeks upon weeks you looked for Ava. The search looked more and more pointless as you couldn't find a would trail, and you felt hopeless. You knew she wanted vengeance for her gang, in all the time you were deemed the Reaper of kingdoms she was the one who had gotten away, and she followed you to Japan, you assumed she had been stalking you and was plotting something and for the first time you feared whatever her plan was. You sighed and rolled your shoulders as you walked into your house, pulling your keys onto the key hooks by the door, Toji said he had something to discuss with his parents and he wouldn't be home. So you headed to the living room when you faltered at the sight of your father-in-law merely siping away his tea with Toji by his right...Toji refused to glaze at you instead glaring at the table "Ahh, if it isn't Miss 'Reaper of kingdoms'." Toji's father; Kenji chuckled humorlessly as he sat down his teacup on a coaster, his cruel gray eyes bore into you. Your body froze, feeling the cold and heavy dose of dreadful realization of the situation "Kenji-" "DO NOT ADDRESS ME BY MY FIRST NAME!! DECEITFUL WRETCH!!" Every part of you worked to not flinch at his volume and the sound of his fist hitting the wooden surface of the table "You took advantage of my kindness and my son. And now you will learn I am not always ruled by my kindness." Kenji cleared his throat and fixed his black tie.

"Take her away," he ordered, and unexpectedly Multiple pairs of hands restrained you and dragged you away. They had thrown you into a torture room that must have been in the head house, the room was almost bare, sporting a chair with cuffs bolted into the wood, a flat futon, and tools. Sleep was unreachable as the look of indifference Toji had given you kept you awake. It was like you were a stranger again, a person he wanted nothing to do with. You loved him like you never loved before..what if he hated you? A single tear escaped as the thought graced your mind No..no he couldn't right? Soon tears ran down your cheeks as you sobbed, curling into yourself.

You cried until you couldn't. You couldn't tell how long you've been down here, you spent most of the time on the futon with your back to the door, they gave you little to eat and drink even then you didn't touch it. Thoughts of where you and Toji stand and the ache of the unknown devoured your being. Like clockwork, someone opened the door and walked down the wooden steps to your small room.

No words were spoken for a while "So you haven't been eating?" Toji said, "T-Toji?" you stuttered as you sat up on the little mattress, He looked as handsome as ever, he wore simple black jeans and a gray shirt, his hair in its usual state, and his jade eyes shined cold as he peered down at you. "I'm so sorry." you begin as he slowly lowers himself "Don't. Just...just don't." Toji cut you off before you could continue, he pinched the bridge of his nose "I can't even fuckin' look at ya for too long without-" Toji huffed "Eat okay? I'll come back another day." with that he left you in the dimly lit room, not once sparing you a glance.

The real torture started after you began to eat, you were stripped, whipped until you bled, beaten in all different shades, and tied up. Today they forced a blindfold on your wary eyes and a ball gag passed your clenched teeth and then left

an hour late, the door opened as someone walked in, and soon the sounds rustle of clothes being shed.

You tightened your fists.

Regardless of being bonded, however, this person is, you weren't going to let them take you without a damn fight.

"They sure did a number on ya." you sat up from your lying person and you unclenched your fists. You tried to speak your husband's name but failed, the gag in your mouth became covered in your saliva from your failed speech. You jumped as his hands pushed you to lay back down and his knees nudged your legs apart "It's been so long." he whispered into your ear, his warm breath smelled heavily of sake "I hate that I fuckin' miss you." he hissed, his fingers rubbed your lower lips and clits roughly, the coarse padding of his digits felt amazing against your sex-deprived heat. Your eyes rolled back behind the black silk of your blindfold as he sank a thick finger into your soaked cunt, he slowly, agonizingly slow, pulled it out and slammed not one but two back in, your surprised cry came out mulled. He held nothing back, each hard thrust and curl was accompanied by the wet palp of your leaking pussy, your slick no doubt covered his whole hand.

He grew bored soon and decided that he'd have the main course now. His fingers left you and he wiped your wetness onto your thigh and got into position "Ya used me." he spat before slamming into your messy cunt, driving his bulbous tip to hit your cervix and his heavy balls smacked the curve of your ass, leaving stinging sensation. "'n I think it's fair I use ya," Toji grunted, throwing your legs on his broad shoulders and griped your hips with his strong, painful hold, He thrusted forward. The first was harsh and was followed by an equally unforgiving second to a third to a fourth thrust that quickly bled into rapid, brutal pounding. You cried and shook your head as your body jerked up and down the thin futon, the pleasure was overbearing "Goddamn, such a tight cunt." Toji groaned and stood up, lifting you with him, leaving only your shoulders on the ground as he ruthlessly jackhammered your pussy from above you.

You could do nothing but take it and imagine what he looked like, how sweat-covered Toji's muscular build was, his broad, scarred chest and shoulders shining in the dim lighting, his thick biceps bulging from his hold on your hips, his black hair stuck to his forehead, as he pants and groans, his skilled hips jerking as he pounded and ruined your cunt for anybody else. You couldn't help but imagine the view of his thick, girthy nine inches cock drilling into you, your juices flying and coating the dark hair around his base and balls. You yelped as Toji bend down, his dick reaching deeper into you than before as he picked you up from the floor and wrapped his arms around your lower back, his brutish hammering directed upwards, slamming into that toe-curling spot.

You came when a hand took hold of your hair and pulled it down, your pulsing walls gushed out your release. Toji growled as his thrust sped up before he yanked himself out, for a moment all you could hear was his grunting, panting, and groans until a hot liquid graced your stomach and you were un-too gently sat down on the floor. He didn't speak to you the whole time he put on his clothes and left you there.

You numbly remember two members of the gang ungagging you and taking the tear-filled blindfold off. Of course, they left a wet rag to clean yourself up.

Toji hadn't visited you since. And you don't believe he would. The torture continued, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of knowing that the person you loved the most hated you. You didn't know how long this would continue but you knew one thing, you didn't want to be stuck down here until Kenji determined whether to spare your life or not, you wouldn't allow him to decide your fate. You eat every meal and drink every drop of water, slowly but surely gearing your strength and waiting for the moment to review itself. You didn't have to wait long.

Two men came into the room, laughing and pushing each other, the men looked new to the gang and arrogant in the stupidest of ways. Just your luck. "Well, isn't the little traitor. How are you today?" one of the men, cooed mockingly, squatting down beside you. The man had terribly bleached hair, that looked like a five-year-old dyed his hair, and cut like a sad excuse of a mohawk, his teasing grin showed off his yellow teeth and he adored cheap shit and chins. His Partner didn't look any better. You didn't say anything "What? Ain't gonna talk?" the man behind him taunted, his own shit-eating grin on his face. "Hey Jiro hand me your knife will ya?" 'blondie' asked over his shoulder his eyes never straying from you "Sure man." 'Jiro' chuckles darkly, he receives his lame pocket knife from his pants and flips it open before handing it to 'Blondie'.

"Now why don't we have some fun?" his grin turned crooked as he inched the blade closer to you, just as the knife was close to your face, you griped his wrist tightly and kicked his stomach, the momentum knocking him on his ass and causing him to let go of the digger and right in your palm "You bitch!" 'Blondie' spat as you stood up. He scrambled to get up but fell back as your knee made contact with his face, easily breaking his nose. he groaned before going lay still and unmoving, blood steadily pouring out his crooked nose.

"And stay down." you spoke coldly then looked to your next victim "W-what the fuck!!" Jiro stared in terror as you calmingly stepped over his friend's body, blade in your hand. "Are you just gonna stand there?" you asked, which seemed to knock some sense into the man as he ran to you with his fist raised beside his head, you waited when he was about to swing to duck and slash his chest, while he was stunned you kicked his knee out from under him. An echo thud rolled around the almost empty room as he succumbs to unconsciousness.

Quickly you tore Jiro's suit off his body and put it on, it didn't exactly fit but it would do. Pocketing the digger and the key to the door, you locked them in and made your escape. You couldn't stay in Japan, it was time to go back to your country.

Toji had never felt the pain of betrayal when you expect the worst out of people it was hard to feel, disappointment and the treachery of someone you love. Toji wanted to hate you, he gave you a part of him that he showed no one, no woman had gotten anything but sex from him but with you it was different, you made him feel like everything was gonna be okay, you made the Toji Zenin fall in love. When he was told of who you were, he didn't want to believe it yet the evidence was the beacon of truth he couldn't ignore. His father didn't waste a moment to tell him how much he was a Disappointment, and a shame to the family, and if he wasn't his only son, he'd be in the ground, and for the first time since his young childhood it sting. All he could do was listen and bow to his father once he was dismissed. Toji didn't want to miss you, regardless every bone in his body cried to be with you and he thought maybe he only missed the feeling of your body against his.

He was wrong, it helped to feel you again though it didn't last long. His pride and mind battled, he wished to forget his love for you, he couldn't live without you and so he decided he was gonna free you and you'd run away together he didn't need his clan, he never did but he needed you. It was too late.

You had left. His love was gone and even beating the shit out of the newest recruits did nothing to please him like it normally did. He sighed as he walked away, leaving the recruits in a puddle of their blood. "WHAT?!!" The raging scream of his father made Toji's eyes roll "She escaped." Toji repeated lazily, a bored look on his face which only made his father furious "This is all your fault!" Kenji hissed through gritted teeth, stamping from behind his desk, and stopped in front of Tojj. "You married the witch and you bring shame to me! You were a mistake!" Kenji yelled and backhanded Toji "You never should have been born!" his father growled as he tried to punch him, he never connected as a hidden blade sliced open his throat and his body fell to the floor, gagging on his blood. "I think it's time ya retire old man," Toji spoke, watching as his dad slowly died with a grin.

He was now the head of the biggest gang in Japan and he knew what he wanted to do first.

It's been four weeks since you made it back to your hometown and you didn't know how much you missed it after living in Japan for a year. You just finished getting groceries and others as you walked into your rented apartment to put everything away, the strong, pungent scent of cigarettes whiffed into your nose. Dropping the shopping bags you reached behind your shirt and hastily pulled out your concealed gun "Jumpy aren't ya?" the baritone voice of your husband chuckled from the couch of the living room, his prasine eyes looking you up and down, a devilish smirk on his lips as he blows out a puff of smoke. "What are you doing here?" you stepped forward, gun pointing directly to his heart "'m here to take you home." he put out his cigarette on your side table and stood up, his biceps flexing as he pushed himself off the tiny couch, even as he did things so nonchalantly, he was still so bewitching, all he wore was a white undershirt, sleeves rolled up showing off his tattooed arms and a black suit vest over and simple black jeans, normal cloths that would make anyone looked good but him, he looked like a sinful god.

Your hands shook at every step he made toward you "I'm not going back to Kenji." you spoke sternly, stepping back "Kenji's dead. I killed him." you paused as you stared at him in shock "W-why? Why now?" you slowly lowered your gun "He made me doubt your love, that's fuckin' unforgivable." Toji gently took the weapon out of your hands and let it fall to the ground "You can't just expect that you'd just say that and I'll forgive you?" you glared at him, wanting so badly to be more mad at him for what he did "I know..let me make it up to ya." his glove covered hand cupped your cheek and he leaned close "I won't forgive you so damn easy." you whispered, "I know.." his scarred lips barely touching yours "I hate you.." Toji chuckled softly "No, you don't." with that his lips locked with yours into a passionate and loving filed kiss.

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hopeluna-archived · 2 years

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A true love's kiss will solve it!

♡ Obey Me! Characters as fairy tale tropes

♡ Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Satan x gn!reader

♡ Genre: fluff, bit of angst?, fantasy AU

♡ A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for literally ages and like i'm not even sure if this is good, also this got longer than I intended it to oop- but I hope you enjoy!

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Lucifer

The eldest prince with a closed heart

Being the eldest has its responsibilities. Lucifer had to make sure his brothers weren't causing chaos, had to inquire and see through the kingdom's welfare and had to be the image of absolute perfection.

But he was tired. Tired of acting like a trophy, tired of getting no time to himself to have fun, tired of maintaining this facade of a statue. And mostly, tired of never getting the chance of being vulnerable and showing emotion.

He acted like he didn't care. But he did. He cared when his brothers would often talk about how much of a headache he was, unaware of him standing behind the door.

He knew that it was his fault. His pride didn't let him show his family affection and it didn't let him open his heart to anyone.

But then you showed up. A traveler who set foot upon his kingdom and on the first day, managed to literally bump into him in the market.

At first, Lucifer was annoyed at you for disrupting him. But he simply took a look at your attire, which confirmed you were foreign and walked by you.

He almost forgot about you after that encounter. Almost. He spotted you once again, a few days later, in a different market, looking around the stalls curiously. Lucifer turned away making his way home, once again ignoring the thought of you.

But it was as if something grabbed a hold of his mind and he found himself returning back to the markets almost everyday in hopes of seeing you.

And after two days, he saw you once again. And as if you could feel his gaze, you turned as both your eyes met. He found it oddly endearing how your eyes lit up in recognition, waving a hand at him with a smile on your face.

And as he watched you come over to him, strike up a conversation, he was hesitant. But as the days grew, so did your meetings. He found himself smiling more and more, feeling warm at the thought of you.

And maybe you were crazy for not being intimidated by him and maybe he was crazy for willing to talk to you. And maybe he let you slip in through the cracks of the walls around his closed heart.

Mammon

The merchant from far away

Mammon had been through kingdoms full of riches, lores, history, all kinds of people and much more. But he didn't care much for all of it, only the riches. Like a crow with an eye, he was good at knowing where his profits would be, where he would get rare items to sell.

But never did he think that visiting a certain kingdom would be a life changing matter for him when something caught his eye more than gold.

He wouldn't even be in your small kingdom if it wasn't for him losing some bet to his brothers and now he was here, wandering around in the markets, bored out of his mind when he spotted you.

You in your big hooded scarf, trying and failing, to blend in with the crowd. Well you were quite blending in with the crowd but Mammon had oddly spotted you amongst all the people.

He watched as you looked through people and stalls, often cautiously glancing back as if you were expecting for someone to lunge at you.

You were on high alert as you scanned the crowd and Mammon probably should've looked away 'cause when your eyes fell on his intense gaze on you, you froze like a child who had just been caught stealing fruit.

And as you looked away and made your way to another street, Mammon felt a pang of guilt 'cause he really didn't mean to creep you out. The next day is when you two meet.

Mammon was strolling down another part of the market when a jewellery shop caught his eye. Getting so caught up as he gazed lovingly at the shop, he failed to notice the figure he had bumped into.

Both of you froze as your eyes met and Mammon swore those were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. This, of course, caused him to blush and he exclaimed out a quite rude "watch were yer going, will ya?!"

And in his head he slapped himself in the face as he watched a frown take over your features, watched as you huffed angrily, and watched as you walked past him, bumping his shoulder along the way.

And he didn't know why he found himself calling out for you as his feet carried him towards you. As you turned around, like he's body was working on his own, he stuttered out a apology, with exaggerated hand gestures and blushing cheeks.

So when you quirked an eyebrow at him before telling him it was okay, he felt a fraction of his quilt being washed away.

And from then on, you two met more often and often as a friendship grew and the friendship blossomed into something more.

Before, Mammon would exchange anything for gold and money to satisfy his greed but now holding you in his arms, he knows that he wouldn't exchange this for anything in the world

Satan

The rebellious prince who longs for something more

Satan hated it. He hated how everyone in this godforsaken kingdom hid their sinister intentions behind smiles, he hated how they all pretended to be companions and yet judged each other with cynical views. And most of all, he hated how he did the same thing.

Everyone around him was telling him what to do and what not to do, the court telling him what he was meant to be, the visitors from other kingdoms desperately trying to create an alliance with him with things like friendships, gifts and marriages.

He felt like he was trapped. He couldn't do this, he couldn't do that. He had people tell him what he has to be, not letting him choose. It was suffocating. And the only place, the only escape he found from all this, was a beautiful clearing in a small forest not too far away from the castle. A plush bed of grass with flowers scattered here and there, and a small river running beside it.

He would often ignore some of his "duties", pick up a few books and head to the place to clear his mind alone in peace. So he was shocked to say the least, when he had once again made his way there, only to find a figure by the tree he sits under.

He watched from afar as you hummed to yourself while looking up at the sky with a soft smile. Satan, for the first time felt completely enthralled by your soothing voice and smile.

But he quickly made his way back with a shake of the head. He would just come back another day and you would be gone and all would be normal.

And so the next day came, and Satan was wondering around the palace halls having left his clingy attendents who were hell bent on making him choose a suitor.

He scoffed lightly as he thought back to it, when he's gaze fell on you, carrying a tray of plates into the kitchen. You, the person who had taken his place by the river. As he glanced inside the kitchen, careful to not make his presence known, he saw you, chatting away with some other maids.

So you were a worker here, how had he never noticed you? He was usually so sharp at observing everyone who was in the palace.

Nonetheless, he went on his way, back to his room but now with the lingering want of knowing more about you on his mind.

A few days later, he had once again decided to go to the river to escape from his troubles and once again he had to found you there, now picking some flowers. Only this time, he made the decision to talk to you.

And he would be lying if he didn't say your shocked and flustered expression on seeing him was more than amusing. When he asked you what you were doing here, you replied that you had stumbled upon this place and found it to be very calming.

For the first few weeks, he would talk to you but only for a little while. But he found himself wanting to know more about you, to talk to you and he found himself doing just that.

And suddenly when he found himself softly kissing you under that same tree he first saw you under, a warm feeling spread in his chest and he realized, maybe he doesn't hate it all.

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a-magpie-in-gravesfield · 11 months

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ACCIDENTAL NAB P2

paring: thief!hawks x princess!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: profanity

Notes: part two! I really love this series sm😭 hawks his mean also

Summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far from your home! On accident…

Part one: ACCIDENTAL NAB P1

You feel warm. you’re soundly sleeping after you dosed off, still not trusting the three men who took you away from your home.. (obviously)

your dreams have never been nice ones but for once they feel warm, you can vividly see all of your sisters crammed together trying to guess all the words in your fathers books.

you can hear them laughing while you walk into the room, they see you and their eyes brighten.

They practically beg you to read the book aloud to the three of them, you walk over and cuddle into their warmth. They whisper soft comments about the story while slowing falling under sleeps spell.

It’s so warm in this dream, you want to be here for- flick!

you open your eyes to see yellow ones staring right into your very soul.

“Morning!” He loudly chirps.

“…mph” your mouth is still gagged by the cloth, of course it is.

“Well I’m assuming that’s a good response instead of an insult…”

You look around the carriage, it’s not terrible but it’s not as good as yours back at home…obviously.

Dabi speaks up, “listen here and listen good, princess, we don’t need you causing a..ruckus while we’re in this god forsaken place.”

“Hey I quite like this trading post” the blonde responds.

“Shut the hell up hawks.” Dabi says curtly.

Hawks raises his hands in the air as a surrender motion, while Tokoyami hustles towards you. Guiding you out of the carriage .

“Just follow close to us.” Tokoyami says in a whisper.

You glance around the bigger town, many are staring, many scoff…for some reason.

Your used to the stares, mostly because your the princess, but still your surprised no one has recognized you yet? Don’t you people love you, shouldn’t they immediately recognize someone they worship?!

You wish you could just run away but, these three men are huddled around you like your some…Someone to be bought! And you are in fact priceless.

The four of you pass by many shops, some more worn down than others…god you miss your kingdom.

“There’s the bar…” Dabi says.

Hawks scoffs, “please Dabi, we’re with royalty at the moment, maybe don’t think about getting wasted?”

Dabi sighs, slouching down slightly in defeat…”her damn fault for hiding in a box.”

Tokoyami snickers softly, until you send him a glare that could envy your fathers.

He clears his throat, “don’t question the future queens decisions…”

Dabi laughs, “if she’s the future queen then we’re all doomed, thank the gods we took-“

“Could you two maybe not speak so loudly of us having the princess..?” Hawks angrily whispers towards the two.

They all finally shut their traps. You’d rather listen to your sister rant about how ‘gorgeous the gardener is!’.

you just want to be with your family honestly.

Your father always bossed you around anyways, you should be glad for this small bit of freedom! But, he only did it because he loved you…or maybe because you looked so much like your mother.

No, no, no thinking about the past…these men don’t even deserve to see your tears roll down your face! They’d probably collect them and sell it to the night market anyway…

You finally reached the shop you were supposed to be at, you watch as some of your most luxurious items go towards the shop keeper, as his eyes widen with glee.

“Sorry about your stuff…” Tokoyami whispers softly into your ear, “we do what we have to.”

“Mmphph”

The four of you leave after making a deals, the men stashing the shined golden coins into their pouches. How has no one recognized you still? Can’t they see your their next Queen?!

no matter how many eyes you stare dead into, no one even makes a move to help. Maybe they’re just scared to butt in!

or maybe…they don’t even know who you are.

you shake your head, I mean you weren’t as popular as your sisters, with all their beauty and charm…but! You were the oldest. Maybe that’s why no prince asked for your hand in marriage.

No, y/n stop that, you are just as great as all your sisters! Someone will have to recognize you, right?

“Should we rest here for the night sir?” Tokoyami says to hawks.

Hawks looks glances at you, then towards Tokoyami, “you tired ‘Yami?”

Tokoyami nods, “only slightly, I’m just worried for the…our friend here.”

Three kidnappers worried about your sleep schedule is absolutely perplexing to you.

“Yknow my favorite thing about SableStome has always been their amazing inns.” Dabi says with dullness.

Hawks laughs, “Can’t tell if you’re being serious or sarcastic.”

Dabi sighs, “Their beds are nice.”

Hawks then confidently starts to stride to the inn, “I suppose we have to stay then, right?”

confident men are always your least favorite, I mean no man has actually spoken more than 10 words to you but still.

Honesty you feel a twinge of excitement that you’ll be sleeping in a nice soft bed instead of a small, stuffy carriage…or box.

Hawks swings open the door to the inn and walks over towards the front desk, “two beds please~” he coos out.

The woman at the front desk smiles softly, “it’s nice to see you again hawks, new friend coming with you?” She ushers towards you.

no, your not their new “traveling buddy”, your the very popular and very kidnapped princess!

“Yep! She’s not the talker though…” says hawks.

Of course you’re not a talker, you’re being gagged by some nasty hanker cheif.

“Alrighty, here’s your key!” She slides the key over towards hawks.

“Thank you sweetie..” he says.

The sun has almost finished setting, you can tell from the window you’re looking out of, it’s gorgeous…reminds you of when your mother would take you to the shoreline and spill wise words from her mouth.

it’s truly terrible that you no longer remember a single thing she’s said.

“Hey, snap out of it” Hawks comes into your peripherals, “we got a nice room for ya, princess, cmon…”

He walks away. It’d be nice to get some rest..at least you couldn’t think about the past in your sleep, or atleast not too in depth.

You walk up the stairs, following behind hawks closely, opening the door then looking around the room.

It’s about the size of your closet, not terrible, the beds are kinda big at-least, only two…wait two?

Who in gods name is trying to cuddle up to you in the middle of the night? No princess should be…even sleeping near someone of their status!

Hawks looks towards your distressed expression, “What?”

“Mphpmph!” You muffle out.

“Do you want the gag off..?”

Well it would be nice, but that wasn’t what you were trying to say!

“Mrmphphpm”

“I mean…promise you won’t yell?” He says softly.

Well there’s really no point in yelling, what’s the clerk gonna do against three men….

You nod eagerly, hawks shakes his head letting out a small chuckle, “fine, fine.”

He pulls down your hood, undoes your scarf, then unties your gag, pocketing it. Slightly gross but at least it’s off now.

“You must be out of your damned, trivial, insignificant mind if you think I’m even sharing a bed with you, you big boned avian.”

Hawks sighs, “I didn’t take it off so you could just be mean…”

“you heard me.” You say.

Hawks looks at you, “what do you want me to do, sleep on the floor?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking! glad your meager brain could think the same as me.”

“Alright the gag is going back on-“ “w-wait hold on!”

Hawks stops, raising his eyebrow.

“I-I uhm…it is improper for someone of my status to sleep with...you.”

Hawks rolls his eyes, “look, you may think your reallll important but your sisters are way more admired than you are. We barely even recognized you as royalty.”

well ouch…

He continues, “Not to mention that not one single person has even tried to help you, so stop complaining about who you sleep next to.”

Tokoyami steps in, “no need to be so harsh to her, Hawks, I doubt you would want to sleep near people who accidentally kidnapped you..?”

“Well she wanted to be all sassy!” Hawks says agitated.

Dabi speaks from the bed, “I say she needed the wake-up call.”

“You’re not helping.” Tokoyami says.

You stomp over towards the vacant bed, slamming yourself down into it.

“Hm, guess she’s over it!” Hawks says cheerfully.

Tokoyami and Dabi sigh, hawks looks at both of them, “what?”

Their voices slowing fade as you push yourself farther and farther into your own head. You’re already having a terrible time, being kidnapped and all, but they just rub the salt deeper into the wound!

How would mother respond? never mind actually, she would have never fussed in the first place. Father most likely would have beat their head into a plup. Mother made him soft, made you soft, then she was gone.

Your sisters barely remember her, but you remember her smile, your father says she looks exactly like you.

You can feel the a second weight be put onto the bed, you don’t care who it is, hopefully it’s the nice bird headed one.

do your sisters miss you as much as you miss them? Who’ll read to them, who’ll will be there to check their dress or if they look presentable enough to see the man who wants their hand in marriage?

You open your eyes slightly, looking towards a window. It’s dark out, how long have you been stuck in your own head?

You rise from the bed quietly, you look at the door, it’s locked tight so you can run out. You make your way towards the windowsill, sitting down.

Your tired but not tired enough to fall asleep just yet, your heads to full of thoughts anyway, when have you ever been this sentimental?

The moon is beautiful tonight, bright and fully lit. You’re glad your father taught you how to read because then you’d never know how the moon changes.

You didn’t know which one you liked more, the sun or the moon? Then again the sun could shine by itself while the moon needed the sun to shine even half as bright.

“What’re you doing..?” Says a soft, sleepy voice.

You look over to where the voice could’ve been, locking eyes with yellow ones.

“Nothing.” You says curtly.

Hawks rubs his eyes, “your one weird princess, huh?”

“That’s rude.”

“You’re rude.”

There’s silence after hawks speaks.

“Well-“

He cuts you off, “Come back to bed.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t, I just don’t want a grumpy princess in the morning…”

You huff, “fine.” Then plop yourself onto the bed, “don’t suffocate me with your wings, I’m important.”

“Sure you are…” he says tiredly.

“I am.”

“I’m not disagreeing.”

“good.”

You close your eyes, the warmth he emits isn’t…terrible. In fact, it’s quite comforting.

“Hey” hawks whispers.

“what.” Your reply quietly.

“Why were you in that box, no judgement it’s just…weird?”

You sigh, “I was…playing hide and seek.”

He starts laughing, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t wake the others, “stupid…”

He flips around, facing you. “sorry that we took you…”

“yes, you should be..”

“You are so hard to be nice to..”

“My father-“

“I don’t wanna hear about your father, I already see his face in every town we go to.”

Well isn’t that insulting, your father is wonderful!…wait, do the people see your face too?

“Hmph.”

“What?”

“Do you see my face too?…in public?”

Hawks looks towards the ceiling, then back at you, “I see your sisters more.”

“Hm…”

That’s why no one recognized you, your barely even publicized.

“Don’t know why though, I personally think you’re prettier than your sisters” he says faintly.

“Really?”

“no.”

“Asshole.”

He starts giggles, his wings puffing up slightly.

“Such a way with words eh? I’ll leave you alone now”

“good, your terrible company.”

He snickers and turns to his side, facing away from you.

“Night, princess”

You only hum in agreement.

It’s not terrible here, but you oh so badly want out from this small freedom.

#anime #fanfics #hawks x reader #bnha hawks #takami keigo #keigo x you #mha takami keigo #hawks x y/n #mha #spotify #fantasy #mha au #takami keigo x reader

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Day 9 - Bees

@aeghina sure thing, luv!

Wordcount: 2,753

Rating: Gen

Summary: Usually, when Mister hero comes back injured, he's got the decency to pass out on his ed, or the couch, or that dratted rocker. This time though, he just had to collapse by the bee hives. If Yuga doesn't kill them, Ravio might end Link himself! (If the bees don't kill HIM first!)

There are many advantages to having moved his business to Hyrule.

For one, Mister Hero’s house is, while cluttered and overrun with boxes and chests of gear, a far warmer place than his own home. Once he moved the boxes and whatnot out of the way, it’s actually a very nice place to live too. The place needed cleaning to make a serviceable shop, of course, but he’d had plenty of time on his hands once Mister Hero agreed to take on defeating Yuga and rescuing his princess. He really only had to keep an eye out for the hero returning so he could sell him something or another, but otherwise was left free to move things about and tidy this or that as he wished.

Granted, Mister Hero didn’t appreciate having his home reorganized, and they’d ended up arguing over some things. The blasted rocker by the fire is the bane of his existence, second only to Yuga, but it was a concession he has to make because that is the hero’s favorite place to sit when he returns to the house for a brief rest, and much as it is an eyesore, it’s not worth the fights they’ve had over it, although he never puts any effort into hiding his distain over the thing. The rest of the house is very nice though, and the dishware and fully stocked pantry are so very lovely to have at his disposal while Mister Hero darts here and there across the kingdom. The warm bed, multitude of blankets, full woodshed and generous garden are also luxuries it takes him some time to process can belong to someone who, apparently, lacks any sort of title beyond “hero” and holds no power over the rest of the kingdom.

That said, there are downsides too. Hundreds, dare he say thousands of them, and they come in the form of the buzzing yellow and black demons that swarm about in the back garden from the little hives that Mister Hero apparently made on purpose in order to keep the monsters on his property.

Because Mister Hero is apparently as mad as Yuga himself.

Generally speaking, he doesn't go outside anyway. There's enough to do in the house as is, repairing items and cleaning and sifting through the endless boxes of gear he can only just begin to theorize the source of. He’s lucky the hero doesn’t remember half the stuff exists too, because he’d never get so good a price on his goods if the hylian remembered this stuff is here to use for free. (The horror!)

Unfortunately, one of his responsibilities, other than supplying the hero with supplies, is also to make sure the man stays alive long enough to actually face off against Yuga, which is honestly harder than it should be. Mister Hero seems to have found every single possible danger between his world and Ravio’s own, and he’s running into them headfirst and with far more courage than is probably healthy for a mortal to have.

He thinks Mister Hero forgets, sometimes, that he is mortal.

It’s usually fine. Sheerow alerts him if the hero’s incoming with some injury or another, and he has ample time to pull together supplies to piece the hylian back together again before watching him pass out somewhere in the house. Usually it’s on the couch, but sometimes he actually climbs into his bed and drops off for a few precious hours.

That’s usually, because usually, Mister Hero actually comes into the house first thing, but not today. No, today he’s gotten the brilliant idea inside his pretty little head to just pass out in the middle of the garden! Honestly, Ravio’s not sure what he’s meant to do with this man, although giving him a good shaking does sound like a particularly attractive idea at the moment. He’ll have to do it after cleaning him up though, because the amount of blood spilling into the flower beds is frankly a bit concerning.

There’s just one problem: the garden is swarming with bees. He’s not exaggerating either, it’s not just twenty or so, but he thinks the full population of the three hives combined, and they’re all buzzing rather aggressively, although none are harming the fallen hero. Rather, it seems the little devils are actually surrounding him, and the most they do is crawl over his limp form, taking turns at the blood pooling on the flagstones but otherwise doing no harm to the man.

Ravio’s watched Mister Hero handle the horrid little things with total and complete comfort many times before, and despite what every book he’s managed to dig up suggests, there’s no use of smoke or protective equipment by the hero while doing so. No, Mister Hero just casually lets the things crawl all over him when he’s home! It’s only after repeated protest from the bunny merchant that he’s stopped bringing them into the house, but even so, that doesn’t stop him doing it while in the garden or by the hives. It’s frankly a bit disturbing, even if seeing the man smile softly at the horrid striped devils is rather endearing, and he's made a point in the past to keep his distance. If he watches, he watches through a window, scolding and fussing to himself and Sheerow at the sheer idiocy of it all.

Really, how can someone purposefully approach when bees are around? They’d have to be totally out of their mind!

Although, considering Mister Hero is actively seeking out Yuga, searching for a fight, he’s pretty sure it’s obvious just how sane the hylian is, and the answer is hardly at all. Technically, that works to his advantage at least on the Yuga front, but right now... Yeah, right now, if he doesn’t get Mister Hero inside and patched up, the man’s likely going to just bleed to death. But hauling his ass inside means braving the swarm that’s clouded up around him, buzzing ferociously in an effort to (most likely) warn away any enemy of their keeper.

And Ravio has no grounds to believe that they will see him as anything less than one such threat.

Lolia’s Moon, he’s really got no choice here, has he?

“Sheerow, wish me luck.”

His little companion cheeps at him, but of course, like he wishes he could do himself, does not approach and instead keeps safely back, perched on a window frame. He’ll have an excellent view of his master being stung to death, Ravio bemoans to himself.

The noise of the bees increases as he steps closer, and even though he’s covered head to toe, hands fisting his sleeve ends to close them up, the reality of the situation is that his robes are not the thickest material in the world, and skin showing or no skin showing, he’s not likely to escape this without a few stings. Thank Lolia he’s not allergic. Sometimes people are, or so he’s heard, and he’d be utterly and totally doomed (more so than he already is) if he was.

The first step towards Mister Hero is met with a few of the little devils flying at him, and despite every warning, he can’t help but try to bat them away, especially with how they seem intent to fly at the eyes of his rabbit hood. They’re vicious little things, and each step closer to the downed hero is made slower by the need to bat a cloud of bees away from himself.

The stings, as feared, do penetrate his clothes.

First it’s one, then two, and then so many all at once that he gives up moving cautiously altogether, darting through the crowd of them and towards the body of the hero. It's a struggle lifting him, he’s not heavy but Ravio has never been accused of being particularly strong either. In the end, he resorts to hauling on both arms, tugging them over his shoulders and shouldering the weight of the other across his back as though he’s just the bag the merchant carries with him most of the time.

The bees fall back, ceasing their attack for a moment as they seem to register that their target is now partially blocked by the body of their keeper, but unfortunately, they appear to actually be intelligent.

Well, shit.

Without so much as touching Mister Hero, they manage to get at him all the same. And pain burns up his arms and across his shoulders from where most of them can get at him. Loose clothing across his face and lower half is his only salvation, as is Sheerow holding open the door long enough for him to slip inside, somewhere the bees have apparently been ordered to not enter, because they don’t follow.

He ends up dropping the passed-out hero onto the bed, careful as he can, but that’s hard to do with his hands and arms full of stingers.

He debates which is more pressing, cleaning the hero’s wounds or freeing himself from the needly hell that is the little stingers stuck in his skin. He settles on binding up the worst of the injuries first and leaving Sheerow to watch their fallen hero, before turning his own attention to stripping out of tunic, shirt and hood and working with his vision unobstructed to remove the countless little stingers that dot his skin.

It takes upwards of an hour to get them all out.

He does, finally, finish though. It’s then he turns his focus on properly cleaning and tending to Mister Hero’s wounds, which haven’t gotten any worse in the time it took him to fix himself up. There are a few ribs to set and a nasty gash on the hylian’s thigh, as well as what appears to be some slight burning on one hand, but at this point in things, it’s not the worst condition that the hero has dragged himself here in.

When Mister Hero awakens, Ravio has already donned clean clothes and his hood again, and all traces of either of their injuries are hidden under ample bandages or else disposed of.

There are so, so many stingers in their waste basket, sweet Lolia!

“Ravio?” Violet eyes blink open slowly, and the pain that creases the pretty face of his doppelganger makes no attempt to hide itself as it usually might, a sure sign that he’s too far out of it from either pain or exhaustion to realize that he’s failing to mask himself. It’s fine though, Ravio can read their shared face easily anyway, even if certain emotions do look so very foreign on the twinned features of his mirror.

“Ah, Mister Hero!” He chirps, because it’s really not the hero’s fault that this happened, even if it is a pain in the ass, “you’re awake at last!”

The hylian moves to sit up, only to stop with a gasp and a groan, falling back on the bed with fluttering eyes and suddenly very pale cheeks.

“Ah, yes, you might not want to move.”

“Thanks for the warning.” And there’s the sharp attitude he’s come to be familiar with! He knew Mister Hero was in there somewhere; he just wouldn’t be him without a scowl on that pretty face.

“My pleasure,” Ravio responds, fully aware of how cheeky it is and fully enjoying the roll of violet eyes as he perches on the bedside. “I won’t charge you for it either, although you do owe me a rather pretty sum as of the moment.”

There’s a faint groan at the words, dark eyes turning up towards him as bejeweled hands clutch at the blankets settled over the injured hero. “What on earth for?”

“Damages, of course. You collapsed most tragically in the middle of the garden, and I dare say that half your hives stung me in my attempts to fetch you back here. Why, I was plucking those little demons’ stingers out of skin all afternoon!”

And he’s still feeling the effects. His skin is on fire, and the contact of his clothes is very much not helping. He can’t go without clothes in front of the hero though, especially not the hood, because he’s not sure the hylian is ready to face that particular truth yet. He’s not sure if he is either, to be honest.

“How is that my fault?”

“Because I never would have been out there if I wasn’t hauling you in here. Now, I should think two-hundred rupees should suffice for compensation.”

“Two-hundred!” Mister Hero surges upwards, apparently forgetting his condition but being violently reminded of it once more as he moves, and a choked off sound quickly follows the motion, the other man falling back against the mattress with carefully controlled breaths and a full body wince.

Ravio nods. “Indeed, and again, mind your injuries. I’m not charging for the warning, but if you undo all my hard work, I’ll be obliged to make you pay for making me fix it.”

The hero’s response is maybe not meant for his ears, but he catches it all the same. “No one said you had to do squat.”

“Yet if I leave you to your own devices, neither of our homes will get saved now, will they? You’ll bleed to death, and I’ll surely do the same without a big strong hero like you to fight off the enemy on my behalf!” Mister Hero, despite what Ravio says, is neither big nor particularly strong as far as he’s seen. Sure, he supposes there’s got to be some sort of power to the man’s frame to swing around a sword all day, but the fact that they are mostly identical does prevail. Sure, the hylian is an inch or so shorter and a fair bit more lithe than he is himself, but that’s mostly on account of lifestyle. Their bodies cannot bulk, not to save their lives, and he knows it.

Mister Hero sighs, fumbling blindly amidst his clothes for his money pouch and soon after producing the demanded rupees. It’s not the full worth of what he suffered for the hero’s sake, but it’s something, and considering what the hero is suffering for his sake, he supposes a discount is in order. “There.”

“Good doing business with you, Mister Hero!”

His only answer is another groan as violet eyes flutter closed and the hero settles back into bed. “Sure, whatever you say.”

And it is. It is whatever he says, because no price could redeem the suffering a thousand stings. Good gracious, he’s going to be so swollen tomorrow!

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