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kentophilia · 7 days

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HIIII SALEM i hope ill be ur first req :3 can i have making out w TA geto in like your dorm room or smtg - i love that secretive/will they get caught dynamic <3 u can make it a little steamy but all in all i just want geto to relax after stressing over his masters 😇

contains: teaching assistant!geto, established relationship, afab!reader, making out, some suggestiveness, shoko cameo, pet names (my love, angel, baby)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: WAAAAH i finally got to writing this!!! i hope you're doing well seline, i miss you :( reminder that my requests are still open, please read my rules!!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

minors and ageless / blank blogs will be blocked immediately!

sugu bear <3: can i come over?

sugu bear <3: need ur mental support for submitting my thesis pls

you smiled at your phone, responding with ‘ofc baby get ur ass over here rn’ in light speed.

ever since he started his position as a teaching assistant, he has been even more stressed as usual. there was no doubt that he was enjoying it, sometimes even taking over the class for the day and doing the meticulous work of grading essays and tests. however, it would take up a lot of his free time and subsequently, your time together as well.

sure, you'd see him on campus and in your shared classes, sneaking in as much physical contact as possible. but you missed spending actual time with him. watching movies, cooking together, going on dates, you name it. you got used to it, but sometimes you would feel a bit lonely. so you were elated to hear him coming over.

even better, your roommate shoko was out on a date with her girlfriend so you’d have the dorm to yourself. getting all giddy, you decided to tidy up a little for your boyfriend.

just a short time later, there was a knock on your dorm door and you rushed to see your sweet suguru standing there. he had a nervous smile on his face, his laptop in one hand and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other.

“this is all i could get, hope you like it,” he murmured. you flung yourself onto him, inhaling his familiar scent. oh, how you missed him.

you squealed, “are you kidding, sugu? these are beautiful, you didn't have to get me anything!”

his smile grew wider, walking you backwards into your living space and closing the door behind him with his foot. you parted from him, placing a kiss onto his plump lips. he leaned into it, closing his eyes with a soft hum. soon enough, you broke the kiss and took the flowers to put them in a vase.

while you were rummaging through your kitchen, suguru made himself comfortable on your couch. he opened the laptop and got to work, finishing up his thesis. he had stressed about it for so long, he was scared about making typos so he read over it until his eyes burned. you soon joined him, curling into his side as you watched your boyfriend add the last finished touches to the document.

after a few minutes of comfortable silence, suguru let out a heavy sigh.

“want me to submit it for you?” you offered when you saw his shaky hand hovering over the touchpad, the mouse set on the big red submit button.

he quietly spoke: “you know what? yeah, i’d like that. no way to back out now.”

you took the laptop from him, setting it on your lap and clicking the button. as the confirmation screen lit up, you closed the window and laptop to put it on your coffee table. turning towards him, you noticed how pale he had gotten over the course of the last few minutes.

“are you okay?” you giggled, tucking one of the stray hairs behind his ear.

he sighed, “yeah, it's finally done.”

he pulled you on top of him, making you squeal. you settled on his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders and playing with the hairs on his nape. suguru placed his large hands on your waist, their weight and warmth comforting against your skin. you squirmed a little to get more comfortable as he leaned back with a sigh. with his eyes closed, his long lashes cast tiny shadows on his cheeks.

opening his eyes after a few breaths, suguru looked up at you with adoration in his eyes. a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, mirroring yours.

“i'm proud of you, sugu. you've worked so hard. i was worried you’d get grey hair by the time i’d see you next.”

his heart thumped in his ribcage, threatening to burst out.

“don't i deserve a reward then, my love?” he mused. you chuckled, knowing what he was insinuating.

you leaned forward to gently cover his face in kisses. starting at his forehead, going down his warm cheeks and sharp nose and lastly, his lips. they were roughed up from all the biting but still plump against yours. after a few light pecks, suguru gave you a small appreciative hum, his hands sliding around to your back to pull you closer to him. the warmth of his body made you melt into his touch, your chest pressed against his as close didn't seem close enough. your eyes fluttered close, a small whine getting stuck in your throat as suguru’s lips locked onto yours.

his tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you obediently opened your mouth, gently pulling at his now disheveled hair. he moaned quietly, his scalp tingling from your ministrations. your tongues swirled around each other in a tentative dance, the air getting hotter by the minute. spit was exchanged, deep inhales through the nose as you got drunk on each other. one of his hands settled on the side of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss further.

shivers ran down your spine at his gentle touch, the pit in your tummy getting hotter and hotter. your hips started gyrating on top of his needily, feeling how hard he was getting just from your lips on his own. a low rumble erupted from his chest at that, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly. guiding you gently, he bucked his hips up to your heated core, making you part from him with a whimper.

a small string of spit connected your mouths, heavy lidded eyes watching as you gripped his shoulders for leverage as your hips grew a mind of their own.

“missed you s’much,” you whined, placing your forehead against his. you were watching how he parted his lips to pant as your clothed core rubbed against his boner so deliciously.

he let out a small moan, “missed you too, angel. i’m sorry for neglecting my poor baby.”

his mouth stretched into a grin as he watched you use him to get yourself off, desperate to feel his skin on yours. suguru slid his hands under your shirt, drawing figure eights against your blazing skin.

you could feel yourself getting wetter and coming closer to your peak when at the cusp of it, a harsh knock resonated through the living room. following that, shoko’s voice came muffled through the door.

“can we come in or are y'all still humping each other?”

tags: @sttoru @kizoken @prncessrindou and thank you to @screampied and @redskyvenus for proofreading!!! :3

#༄ storybook #me 🤝🏼 our favs bringing us flowers #suguru geto #geto suguru #geto fluff #suguru fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #geto x reader #geto x you #suguru x reader #suguru x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #divider by cafekitsune

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selineram3421 · 11 months

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I saw the new merch and this is the bit that popped into my head.

Alastor X Demon Reader - Blip

Warning! ⚠

⚠ forest fire, arson, Reader is as crazy as Alastor(maybe a bit more but who knows) ⚠

You gasp at the sight before you.

Fire was engulfing the trees of the forest, growing larger and larger by the second. And then you notice the demon in red when he starts laughing.

As you take a step forward, his ear twitches and he turns his head.

"Darling! You made it, how splendid!", his smile widens.

"Alastor!", you frown.

The said deer demon freezes at your tone.

"We do not start forest fires!", you scold, making your way over to him.

He turns to face you completely and tries to calm you down. "Dear, please. I did not intend to upset you-", he says with a nervous smile.

"We burn down cities!", you finish, glaring up at him. "Demons scream louder than the trees."

The Radio demon's eyes widen before his smile turns into an excited one.

"You're absolutely right!", he takes your hand in his before snapping his fingers with the other, extinguishing the fire. "Silly me.", he chuckled.

Both of you began walking away from the forest and towards the city.

"Why ruin something beautiful when we have a perfectly good amount of sinners!"

I wonder if I should make this into a oneshot.

~Seline, the person.

#x reader #gn reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #fanfic #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #the radio demon #the radio demon alastor #demon reader #arson #forest fires are bad

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polkadotmotmot · 4 months

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Seline Burn - Summer of my Winter, 2023

#up #fave

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👀 Do I feel that *a little confrontation* between Matt and Hector is coming? Probably with Seline arriving earlier from her trip, just in the middle of.... well.

Isaiah, hang in there, you self-destructive boy, you have a whole team to take care of you, when they finally stop trying to kill each other... 🔥🔥🔥

(with their glances, of course)

Let's see nonny, what I can deliver ;) super inspiring ask btw, I was going in circles with another version, but this got me into a new direction I like much more :D Have some angstying, pained Isaiah with Hector and Matthew as caretakers.

At your mercy

Isaiah was helpless.

Since he was a pup, he understood that the world was all about power. The world of humans, too, but especially the world of wolves. Strenght of the body, of the shadow, resilience, capability, what you were able to give and what you were able to take. All of this decided your position, your respect, your comfort, how others treated you and cared for you.

Being useful, being influential, all of that was power.

And Isaiah knew this and he knew he could achieve it. From his name to his shadow to his natural talent, if he worked his ass off, he was going to get it. He could use it in the right way now, to protect the people he cared about and help those with less of it.

It was a better way to use it than what Father taught him, but it was still all about power.

But right now, he had none.

Isaiah sat in the passenger's seat of his younger, volatile brother's car. The tightness in his chest was constant, like a weight crushing him, but it had been like that for a few days. Gradually worsening. He could handle it. The burning hot knife, however, that was stabbing him right into the heart in irregular intervals, was a different matter.

When the stab came, he gasped for breath and shut his eyes. When the knife twisted, the world disappeared and for that eternal crazy moment, he was aware of nothing but the white-hot pain that took all over his senses.

Slowly, he came back to himself, to Hector's voice calling his name, to his vision hazily coming back together.

The twisting slowed. His heart drummed against his ribcage painfully, but only aftershocks of the attack, wave, stab, whatever appropriate term he was supposed to call it.

Then the nausea came, like filling a water with glass. It started in his stomach, which always stopped whatever digestive process was going on whenever his chest got too heavy. Like the heart episode prevented it from working. He was bloated up like he ate a ton instead of a glass of champagne and a small piece of bread and churning like it was filled with water.

And the water level rose after the knife got itself out, rising and flooding his lungs and ribcage and shooting up his throat.

Isaiah clenched his jaw tightly together, gulping against the water shooting up. He was not going to throw up all over Hector's car. That was simply unacceptable.

Isaiah pressed his forehead against the coolness of the window, panting for breath as he fought down the water level. It went down, slow milliliter after another. The urge tempered off, but the nausea didn't. He still felt sick and the car's movement wasn't helping.

"Isaiah? Hey, talk to me. Your breathing is-"

Isaiah glanced Hector's way, feeling a mix of humiliation and confirmation of absolute failure. He had let him see him like this.

Hector knows, Hector knows, Hector knows.

The chanting was scary in its insistence, especially since there was no logical reason why Hector should know. The pain didn't exactly write a glowing heading 'this is what Father did to me during training' on the top of his head.

It also didn't make sense why Isaiah was so terrified of him knowing, but here they were.

"Can I do something?" Hector asked, voice wavering.

Isaiah sighed, scrunching his forehead, watching Hector. He expected to be thrown off the car any moment, with Hector seeing this...this weakness in him.

Wolves didn't get sick and pained like this. And if they did, they had their shadows. And if they didn't have their shadows, they didn't let it show on them and they didn't become helpesss.

Isaiah was the eldest, the heir, the executioner. Even when all else failed, he had taken the power, the teachings and the techniques and made himself useful. Became powerful and influential in his own right, helping others, using that authority, that control...

Without it, everything was falling apart. He was a worthless piece of space. There was a scale in his head, between powerful to useful, with neutral good for nothings somewhere in the middle.

At the other side of the spectrum? Burden.

That's what he was becoming, the longer he was sitting here, biting back groans of pain and waves of nausea, while waiting for another stab of the knife to twist his insides and let it all disappear in a blur of electric pain.

"Almost there. Hang on just a bit longer."

Isaiah let his head lol towards Hector, watching him. His eyesbrows furrowed in a line, met in the center of his forehead. Like a bird flying in the distance, the two meeting lines like wings. Fascinating.

Maybe he was a bit more off than he realized.

Hector made another turn and Isaiah recognized the street. They almost reached the parking lot by his apartment.

Ah. Matthew was going to be there, with a 'told you so'. Or maybe he wouldn't be there at all.

Since Matt found out, Isaiah expected him to leave any day. He caught himself checking every morning, if his things were still in the cupboard. Who would want a pack member with debilitating pain like Isaiah's? Not to mention a leader.

The knife hit at that thought, successfully distracting him with agony shooting from his struggling heart into his chest. That was the explosion of pain there, but it kept running up his tissue, veins and muscles up until his fingertips. Small electrical jolts of pain.

The car stopped. Isaiah's vision came back before his hearing that was filled with thudding of his bloodstream. Hector said something, the furrowed little bird on his forehead even clearer. Then he left his vision, the car shaking as he left it.

That's when the water rose, as Isaiah should have known, should have expected it by now. But the shock of Hector leaving and closing the car made him hesitate just long enough for the water to overflood him.

Isaiah managed only to jerk forward as the flood of vomiting rocked it out of his throat all over the floor and carpet. He gagned once more from the sensation, the nausea hitting its peak. Isaiah struggled against the seatbelt digging into him as he strained, more watery vomiting going thicker and slimier at the end.

The car door on his side opened. The whole thing couldn't have taken longer than the time Hector needed to circle the car from the outside. So close. And Isaiah still couldn't make it.

The failure had him gagging and choking on air over himself as Hector crouched down next to him, hurriedly opening the seatbelt to help Isaiah turn outside.

The cold night air hit his lungs, the shock making him gasp, but he could finally breathe.

He coughed and heaved emptily as Hector took him by both shoulders, letting Isaiah grab onto his in turn. "Okay. Shit. You are alright. Breathe."

Isaiah spat on the ground between them, sagging in Hector's hold, his hands letting go of Hector's shoulders. But Hector still held his, guiding Isaiah to lean his forehead against his chest.

"Sorry-" Isaiah choked out, "sorry, I'm so sorry-"

"That's what got you so freaked out? Jesus, man. I don't care about the damn car."

Isaiah let his hands hang limply by his sides, dead weight against Hector, halfway out of the passenger seat. But Hector was steady. Strong and way more muscular than the suit showed, hard-coiled muscles under the clothes.

"Seriously. I have had so many worse things happen in there. Blood and bloody vomit and weirdly looking weeping injuries...heck, maybe I shouldn't have a fancy car, when I wanna be driving wolves around. Get injured way too easy."

Isaiah didn't know if Hector was saying that just for his benefit, but he didn't have the energy to care, letting his eyes close shut to prepare himself for the next part. Just letting himself breathe was nice.

"Thanks. I can make it on my own from here," he tried.

Hector scoffed. "Right. I don't see any wings sprouting from your back though, so that would be a no. I'm coming with you."

Isaiah squeezed his eyes shut in discomfort. He didn't want Hector seeing him like this, but that didn't mean Matthew was any better. If he was still there. He was scared to find out.

"...Or we can just go home to my place. You don't have to stay here, when you clearly don't want to," Hector offered. "Arnie will be glad."

If Isaiah was torn before, the mention of Arnie settled things. He already let two out of his four most important people in the world find out. No way he was letting a third one in on it. "Staying..."

Hector huffed a frustrated breath. "Alright. Come here." He looped his arm around Isaiah, easily lifting him to his feet and closing the car.

Isaiah lost himself somewhere on the ride in another stab of the knife. They just entered the elevator and he stiffened in Hector's arms as it hit, hands curling up in weird directions. Hector held him tighter but the movement of the elevator going up had Isaiah's head spinning and floating away in sparkles of pain.

...

"-knew this, and you still let him go there? To a wolf meet in his condition? They would have torn him to little scraps! What kind of pathetic second lets something like that happen?"

"Excuse me?! You didn't even know. Some brother you are..."

Isaiah frowned. He was lying on something soft and familiar. The fluffy white pillows from the living room, piled up underneath him.

There was a growl sounding a lot like Hector before a fight. "How dare you-"

"What the fuck was I supposed to do? Glue him to the freaking chair? He is an adult and an experienced wolf, he knows what he is doing-"

"Knows what he is doing! That was the act of someone with a death wish-..."

There was a sudden silence, striking after the yelling.

"I-I don't think," Matthew stumbled over his words. "He doesn't want to...like...he just doesn't really care, you know? About...yeah."

Another growl from Hector, more pained than frustrated. Then angry stamping of feet. "I don't understand. What is this? What's happening?" His voice sounded more distant, muffled, like he covered his face with his hands. "It doesn't make any sense. This isn't him. He is the executioner, the best wolf, the most fearsome fighter...he doesn't...he didn't make friends and have students and meddle with packs and leave his family behind to do solo crap in the city with lost causes like you..."

"I don't think that's the point."

Hector snarled. "What? You meant to tell him you know- that he told you?!"

"No. I don't know what happened. But he is a martyr and he suffers for everyone. If you and Arnie struggled with something, like with his absence, then he took on way way worse."

"Are you telling me it doesn't matter why he lef-"

"I'm telling you it shouldn't. I don't know what happened and I don't fucking care. I believe in him. In the Isaiah he is now. And that Isaiah would never hurt anybody, never do something without a reason, never let anyone get hurt if he could help it..."

"This is a farce. A mask. This can't be the real one."

"What if that before was the mask? What if he wasn't that different than he is now? There must have been one hell of a reason. I can tell something was super fucked up about your family and I wasn't even there."

Isaiah decided he had allowed this long enough.

He wanted to protest, but instead of a coherent sound, all he managed was a groan.

Another death silence followed.

"Isaiah?" Matthew's voice sounded closer.

Isaiah opened his eyes into slits. His chest was still hurting, the room was spinning. It was hard to focus on one single point.

"Hey, man." Matthew came up by Isaiah's ear, sounding relieved and happy, like Isaiah managed a great feat by keeping his eyes open. "You blacked out for a second. How are you feeling?"

Isaiah's mouth twitched. "You guys are...yelling too much. Can't sleep."

Matthew cracked a smile at that. "Yeah, sorry about that. But your brother is an idiot."

"Hey! I'm right here!" Hector protested. Isaiah relaxed at hearing the feistiness return into Hector's voice. He didn't like the broken edge from before one bit.

Isaiah watched Matthew with wide eyes, studying him as much as the blurry sight would allow. It was making him nauseous to try, but Matthew didn't look angry. Was he seeing wrong?

"What is it?" Matthew leaned closer, noticing his intent gaze.

"Help me up?" Isaiah said feebly, cursing the weakness of his own voice.

"Sure thing." Matthew shuffled around to get on the sofa next to Isaiah before hoisting him up. The rapid change of elevation had Isaiah groaning and squeezing his eyes shut, before he settled against Matthew's side. His breathing was still fast but came easier again.

Isaiah sighed, comforted by Matthew's warmth and strength, the other worries quieting for a second.

"Let's get him out of those clothes." Hector suddenly sounded much closer too. "I'll find him something in the room, you help him with the shirt," Hector bossed, although he had never been to Isaiah's room before.

Matthew huffed, but bowed his head to work on Isaiah's button-up with quick fingers. Isaiah's eyes widened at the plan and its resolute realization.

Hector brought new clothes and then to Isaiah's horror, knelt down to work on unzipping Isaiah's shoes, partly covered in vomit.

Both of them worked silently, getting him into a loose jersey and sweatpants. It was much easier to breathe in those, even if the weight didn't go away.

Hector obviously decided that if no one told him what to do, he could make stuff up. The next time Isaiah blinked, he was shoving a glass of water uncomfortably close to his face. "Drink this."

"I don't know if-"

"Just drink it," Hector said in frustration. Isaiah was so surprised at being bossed around he let Hector hold the rim to his lips and took a couple of careful sips. The nausea wasn't as strong as before, but he was worried it would upset the fragile balance again.

"Any painkillers?" Hector looked at Matthew as if Isaiah wasn't in his right mind to tell him.

Matthew shook his head. "Nothing that works against it very well. Would have to be specific, but there was no diagnosis..."

Hector grunted something in acknowledgment.

"Anything else we can do?" Matthew said when Isaiah's face slid down from his shoulder to his chest.

"Not really," Isaiah mumbled. "Stay?"

Matthew leaned back against the sofa, arm loosely wrapped around Isaiah's back to hold him in place. "Where would I go?"

Isaiah nuzzled against him. "Hmmmm. Thought...you would be angry." He spasmed as a surprising stab came down on him. It was a smaller one this time though. They were dying down.

Matthew tensed up under him the same, grip tightening. "I'm too busy being worried right now."

Isaiah went limp as the spasm passed, fingers tingling with the aftershocks. He was too tired to even react with a decent wave of nausea. It flared up and settled down again.

Isaiah forced his eyes open one more time, looking for Hector.

His brother was cross-sitting on the floor, his back to them. He didn't glance up or look their way, but he leaned his temple lightly against Isaiah's leg, which was hanging all the way to the floor.

Isaiah's eyes weighed a ton. He actually felt sleepy, which never happened during the episodes. This was somehow relaxing.

He was totally helpless.

Somehow that didn't feel so scary today.

@bellysoupset

#sickfic #emeto #hurt/comfort #whump #whump writing #bromance #werewolf wip #my writing #Isaiah

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weepingwidar · 2 months

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Seline Burn (Swiss, 1995) - Tenfold (2023)

#seline burn #art #painting #swiss art

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cooliofango · 1 year

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Strength of the Ancients

[BOTW! Link x F! Reader]

Prologue Part 1

[Next Part]

A little author’s note before I start! This is a bit self indulgent and part of an idea I’ve been holding onto for a while now that I wanted to try writing out and I’ve decided to start on this platform! If it goes well then I may reach out to other platforms, but, for now, it shall remain here! This story is supposed to branch out throughout the three games and then some both before and after them based from my own imagination, so hopefully we’ll be in this for the long run. Also, the name for Link’s sister will be Alona in this story since she was never given a name in this game. All we know is that if she would’ve been an actual character in the game, she would’ve been a remake of Aryll or that she would’ve had a different name-- which I tried to make a little similar. For the names of Link’s parents, I will be getting them from the Sound and Drama CD which names Link’s father Banzetta and his mother Loretta, as well as Zelda’s mother who appears to be named Seline. Im choosing for the reader to be female for this story, though, again, if the story is liked enough, I will be happy to rewrite it with a male reader if requested. The picture was cropped and found on Picsart!

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The steps of the two Hylians, a father and a son, echoed loudly in the castle, the lights pouring in from the crystal-like glass that lined the walls of the hallway. The ceilings rose high above them, the light glittering against the stone on the lower parts of the arches with the aid of the torches that remained lit beneath them. Every now and then, they would pass a guard who stood attentive yet unmoving in place. They simply watched as the king’s guests moved on.

The son appeared to be a little anxious, though he kept quiet as he looked around this rather foreign place. His father was a blacksmith who provided weapons and armor for the royal calvary while him and his younger sister tended to the farm at home in his absences-- although they would often get help from their father if he wasn’t working. The closest the young boy has ever been to the castle was the town below its walls where his father worked and where he and his sister would travel to to sell the goods they grew. The castle was always something he and his sister would admire from afar, yet he never guessed that he would be going inside it.

“Chin up, boy,” The gruff voice of his father reached his ears, causing him to look up at the elder man.

“Yes, sir.” The boy muttered, straightening his posture and looking ahead. They approached large double doors, to which more guards stood at. However, upon noticing their presence, they moved to grab the handles of the door and pulled them open. The doors creaked on their hinges at the movement, though only because of how large they were rather than if they were old or not. Beyond the door way was a large throne room. The ceilings rose even higher than the ones in the halls do-- something the young one didn't not think was possible. In the middle of the back wall, overlooking the whole room, were the thrones that sat underneath a large stained glass mural of the symbol of Hyrule shaped into it. There were three of them, the largest being in the middle, one just a little shorter than it on the left, and a smaller one on the right. The king sat within the middle one. The boy felt himself tense under the king’s intimidating presence alone, feeling his gaze burn into him and his father.

The father stopped a few feet away from the king and knelt down to bow with respect. His son did the same not long after upon noticing his father’s movements. “You’re majesty, it’s an honor to make your presence,” the father spoke up once more in kind greeting before careful getting back to his feet.

“The honor is all mine, Banzetta. You’re presence here was greatly anticipated,” The king looked at the boy now, sitting up in place, “And this must be the boy, correct.” Upon being addressed, the young one quickly got to his feet and straightened his posture-- he hadn’t realized his father had stood up already and was still kneeling on the ground till now. Rhoam stood from his throne and made his way down the steps towards the child. “Let me see your hand, boy.”

And he did just that, not wanting to appear to be disrespectful before someone so powerful. The nervousness still remained as he held out his right hand to him. Though the boy didn’t know the full extent to the markings on his hand just yet, he already knew that it was what the king wanted to see. It was the sole reason why his father brought him here. On the back of his palm rested an ancient symbol known as the ti-force with the bottom right triangle highlighted against his skin. He didn't know what it meant-- but being here was a hope to get answers.

The king knelt down before the boy and took his hand to inspect it. The king’s hold was gentle and he slid his thumb over the triangle shape imbedded in the boy’s skin. “So it’s true then. The Hero of Courage has been reborn.” King Rhoam spoke knowingly. It was hard to tell whether he was in shock or if he was relieved by his tone and this expression didn’t change except for the slight narrowing of the eyes.

The Hero of Courage was someone mentioned in a story the boy had heard from his mother before she had passed away years ago. A hero from the sky, clad in green, who took on an evil being of Power named Demise to save his dear friend and Hyrule from destruction. From then on out, the three wielders of the tri-force continued to be reborn-- Power causing destruction, Wisdom allocating knowledge to the land, and Courage protecting the land. The boy didn’t think the story to be real at the time, mostly because of where the hero seemed to come from. If Hyrule used to have islands in the sky, then where were they now?

“Hylia...” Banzetta muttered with his own surprise. Unlike his son, he did know the story behind the never ending battle between Courage, Wisdom, and Power right away. Although the appearance of the Hero of Courage was one to be celebrating, it also foretold the near future of Hyrule. Hyrule would fall into war once more at the hands of the Calamity and the monsters it brings.

The king stood up from the ground, looking down at the young boy. “Link,” he spoke the name of the boy as he remembered it from the letter, “Do you understand the responsibilities of the Hero of Courage?”

Link held a soft frown and directed his gaze away in thought. If he were to believe his mother’s stories to be true, then-- in a way-- he did have an idea of what the Hero of Courage’s duty was. “Yes, sir,” Link nodded hesitantly along with his words, looking back up at the king as he did so.

“Do you accept this responsibility to protect Hyrule and fulfill the destiny given to you by the Golden Goddesses of old?” The king urged with hope, holding his hands behind his back as he waited for an answer.

Being the reborn hero was hard to believe and yet there was something in the back of his mind telling him to take this chance. It was a call to adventure screaming at him to accept this role. If he was really the Hero of Courage, then he needed to be the one to defeat the wielder of Power that intended to destroy his home. It’s only ever been the Hero of Courage who defeats this evil in every story he’s heard about from his dear mother.

“Y-Yes,” although he stutters, his face shows determination.

The king visibly relaxes, turning back to sit on the throne. “Very well,” he sits down on the throne with each arm resting on the arm rests beside him. King Rhoam turns his attention to Banzetta.

Father and son shared a gaze. The nervousness still hung in the air, yet something new had sparked within the boy. A will, you could say. Banzetta expressed worry, but, upon noting how his son accepted this weight, said nothing. Instead, he looked to the king.

“Banzetta, it would be ideal to keep Link here with our ranks. He will need to start training as soon as possible,” King Rhoam looked to where a couple guards were on the left of the throne room and nodded, to which they both made their way to the pair standing before him.

Banzetta tightened his lips into a straight line. “A-... A week. I’d like to request that he return here for training in a week,” he requested in hopes to give Link a bit of time at home before leaving so suddenly. The boy, in turn, seemed to already agree with this. He loved his sister dearly, after all, and he didn’t want to just leave her on her own without an explanation.

The king huffed to himself as he considered the request. There was time. According to the sages, the Calamity shouldn’t arrive for another half of a decade. They had five years to prepare-- five years to build an army.

“Very well. Return in exactly a week, no time later, no time less.”

Banzetta sighed with relief, “Of course. Thank you, your majesty.”

The king nodded and returned his focus back to Link. “And thank you, young one. Hyrule will forever be in your debt. Guards, please escort these two to the palace gates.”

#reader insert #loz #loz x reader #botw #botw x reader #botw link #link x reader #age of calamity #aoc link #loz botw #loz aoc #legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #loz totk #tears of the kingdom #totk link

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linktheacehero · 4 months

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um. WHAT

there's ANOTHER???

pls tell me about it

JEJEJR OH BOY LEMME TELL YOU. @aheavenscorner

So I basically had thoughts about sad dot (per usual) BUT make it modern au.

I know this all sounds WILD to those who don't know the context but bare with me-

It's the same premise except that they're alive lol, mini Impa is Link's bio kid (from a first marriage that didn't end well because it was arranged), Daru is still technically Link's because sperm donor, and Selin is unfortunately still alive (and Zelda and Tyrsus never married but she still has Saria.)

Zelink did date but broke up after Link left for school (Selin made up breakup letters for them bc she's a bitch) and then two decades later he's back with mini Impa and a baker at the local bakery. Zelda is a lawyer, they met up by running into each other at a late night walk (she stabs him thinking he's a mugger) and you know the rest.

Link and the baby stay at her place practically permanently because of the injury and ✨reasons✨ (the yearning is insane). Burn is where Tyrsus set Link's apartment aflame and the events of date, spicy kiss and confession rolled into one night. It ends where the next day Link is out buying a ring to propose and ending the apartment lease from his old one so yea.

A LOT OF TOUGHTS.

#oot zelink #sad dot au #mad dot is what we're calling it lol #brainrot

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oakfern · 2 years

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In Rememberance, Seline Burn, 2022.

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#art #painting #oil painting #seline burn #artist #portrait #orb #pondering the orb #cloth #color #purple #pink

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Can someone do a Will/MC moment when they both decided to recouple and the daybed scene after the recoupling. Thanks! 💞💞💞

BURN

S4 | Will/MC | 1800+ words | @banirareiko

A redo of the chat with Will on the daybeds. Very NSFW.

Selin-Gül had one and only one goal when she came to Love Island this season as the very first bombshell to enter: to find that one person who she could really see a future with at all cost, even if it meant she would have to burn the entire villa down to do so in the process. She would use any tactics available to her to get what she wanted. She would use whoever she would need to use to survive, so that she could stay long enough to reap the rewards of her plan.

She couldn’t care any less about who would get offended in the process. It was what it was; at the end of the day, each and every single person would have to look out for themselves.

The moment she entered the villa, she had been super into Will. Pretty face, pretty frame, pretty body art, what was there not to like? She wanted him. She knew she had to get to him, and with that, she made sure to give his lapdance upon her entrance a little extra oomph and spiciness.

Her plan worked. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and the next day told her that he would be open to coupling up with her, despite a super sweet and friendly girl, Thabi, made it known to the entire villa that she wanted Will too.

Thabi had been nice to Selin, and even considered Selin a friend a tad too quickly. But none of that mattered to Selin, because at the end of the day she had to follow her heart (and if she was honest, her… other places). So, to Thabi’s disappointment, Selin took Will without hesitation at the first recoupling, and ended up snogging his lips off on the daybed right after.

Selin did feel a bit bad for Thabi, but Selin was not there to make seasonal girl friends. She was there to find the love of her life…

…Until everything backfired, and Will ditched her for Thabi just right before the next recoupling, even after Selin had made it clear to him that neither Bruno nor Youcef succeeded in turning her head on the hot tub date the night before.

In all honesty, Selin at one point in the weeks following losing Will to Thabi had contemplated attempting to win the show with either James or Tom, who she had been stuck with ever since, and then just take the entire fifty grand with her before dipping back to Bicester because as much as she hated it, she had been pining for Will who also didn’t seem to want her, arguably even worse than Thabi did before. But then again, at the end of the day, Selin supposed if she didn’t try everything she could to get him back, then she would regret it when she walked out of the villa later on, whenever that might be.

Hence, when Selin was stuck with James, she had offered to lend Will a hand to help clearing the kitchen sink from Bruno’s oats and “conveniently” initiated physical contact with him. Or when she was stuck with Tom against her wishes, she had offered to wash Will’s hair after the hotdog challenge and cheekily ghosted her breath against the back of his neck. People might say she was playing the game, but she didn’t care anymore. She had fallen for Will, hard, and she would do what it would take to get him back, especially when he had once expressed interest in her. If she could do it once, she could do it again.

And it worked.

“I feel something with you. A spark, you know?”

Is Will saying he has feelings for me?

If so, bingo.

Selin got what she wished for. When it was her turn at the recoupling, Will was hers, once again, and for good. And so, she intended to make the most out of her first night having Will back in her arms.

Will clearly had the same idea when he locked his fingers around hers and led her to the daybeds, after the lights had gone out in the main bedroom and everyone had fallen asleep.

Tonight, Selin-Gül had learned something about herself: mirroring sex was a massive turn-on for her.

Will’s almost penetrative gaze as he gingerly trailed his slender fingers along the pale tattooed column of his neck, Will’s silent gasp escaping his lips as he caressed his toned abs down his snail trail— all while Selin was touching herself and feeling the heat pooling in her stomach— it was just getting more and more unbearable every passing second.

Selin could feel it. Her veins set ablaze, her skin sensitive with goosebumps, a tantalising wetness dripping onto her flimsy lace knickers— she was absolutely bothered by the fact that at this moment, she needed his hands on her immediately. Her hands wouldn’t cut it anymore. She wanted him to lay hands on her, touch her, caress her. She wanted him to literally rail her.

Willem Kimura would be her downfall, and she would gladly fall into the deepest pits of hell for him.

And she needed him, now.

“Enough playing,” Selin growled, and immediately felt her core tightening at the little smirk twitching at the corner of Will’s mouth,

“Alright then…”

In a split second, Will was already pinning her down onto the daybed, his gaze almost predatory, his breath hot and heavy. His eyes fell close as he firmly locked her wrists in his hands, then pressed her hands against his chest, trailing past the toned plane of his abs, then down, down—

Then his eyes snapped open.

Selin gasped as her hand came in contact with Will’s hard cock that was painfully straining in his shorts.

Without saying anything else, Will shimmied the shorts off him, rendering himself completely naked in front of Selin’s wide eyes.

“Willem—

“Jerk me off, Selin-Gül.”

His breath was hot on her neck when she began to move her hands up and down his hard length. His adept fingers began slithering into the straps of her flimsy camisole to pull the restricting fabrics off her, then hooked themselves into the waistband of both her shorts and knickers and sensually pulled the garments down her legs, but not before cheekily pinching her nipples one by one to make her squirm.

Selin gasped as the cold air hit the wetness of her cunt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Will was taking control, and in all honesty, Selin didn’t mind. At all.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

Will’s hot breath was now ghosting over her dripping, exposed cunt, and without letting her respond, he plunged a finger into her damp heat and latched his mouth onto the little bundle of nerves right above.

“Will, fuck, Will—

Selin had come to a conclusion right then and there: Will was the villa’s sex god. As embarrassing as it sounded, nobody, literally nobody, had ever been able to make Selin reach her orgasm that fast like Willem Kimura was doing right now. And he hadn’t even actually fucked her yet.

Heat coursed through Selin’s nerves as she threw her head back with a loud, drawn-out moan, only to be muffled by Will’s mouth on hers as his fingers continued their ruthless game with her cunt. He then slipped his tongue into her mouth, sweeping her tongue into a hot and heavy caress. Selin could taste herself on his lips and in his mouth, and that immediately sent her over the edge as her cunt firmly clamped down on Will’s fingers and she squirted.

And she had never actually squirted before.

Holy fucking hell did I just—

The dampness spreading underneath her bouncy butt and the amused smirk on Will’s face confirmed it for her.

“Selin, did you—

“I think so—

Still reeling from the intense orgasm Will had just given her, Selin trailed a finger down the valley of her breasts, then down her stomach, then down to her dripping cunt and swiped at the juices she had just expelled from inside her. Without realising it, she slowly brought her soaked fingers onto Will’s soft pouty lips, and to her pleasure, he wordlessly swirled his tongue around them.

“You taste divine, baby,” Will smiled, then fished out a condom from his discarded shorts, “And I want to fuck your brains out tonight.”

In all honesty, Selin was still too stunned from the orgasm to speak, but gods, this was what she wanted. She wanted Will to fuck her without abandon. She wanted him to destroy her.

So she nodded, and within a split second, her cunt was stuffed full of Will’s long, hard cock in one go.

No more words were needed between them as he firmly grabbed onto her hips, a little desperately, even, and began pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.

Nobody has every fucked me with this much passio— FUCK!

Selin threw her head back as Will’s cock hit her sensitive spot, hard. Then again, and again, and again.

But even when Will was literally battering her cunt, there was something blooming between them, something Selin couldn’t quite put a finger on just yet. It was more than just pure lust. It felt warm, it made her heart flutter. It was fulfilling.

It made her feel complete.

It was as if Will was making intense love to her instead of purely fucking her brains out.

But at this point, Selin would take either of those as Will threaded his fingers into hers and pinned her hands down on the sides of her face while continuing to move his hips hard and fast against her.

His forehead touched hers, his gaze locked on hers, his hot breath once again ghosting her lips— hells, Selin was so not ready to free fall into immense pleasure again this soon.

But ready or not, she wanted it. Will wanted it too, for his eyes were now squeezing shut as strained gasps escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, Selin, I—

“I’m gonna cum,” Selin groaned, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—

As Will blew his load into the condom deep inside of her, she squirted. Again. All over his cock, his crotch and his thighs.

Will chuckled as he came down from his heights, but nonetheless, stayed buried inside of Selin, almost reluctant to pull away,

“You did it again—

“I know. No need to remind me.”

Selin knew her face was now a million shades of red in embarrassment, but oddly enough, she felt at ease. There was nothing to be scared about. Even when Will had been branded nonchalant and borderline inconsiderate by other islanders, Selin felt at peace with him after embarrassingly squirting all over him for the second time that night.

“I’ll just tell anyone who asks tomorrow that we spilled apple juice, deal?”

The twinkling mischief in Will’s eyes as he touched his forehead against hers made butterflies flutter in her stomach all over again.

“Deal.”

As Will cuddled her to sleep after laughing and chatting about everything and anything they had missed out about each other, including a very adorable butt tattoo Will somehow sported as a favour for a friend, Selin-Gül realised that she did, finally, win that night.

Who knew, maybe she did find herself the love of her life after all.

#litg #litg fanfic #love island the game #prompt #ask #litg will #litg season 4 #litg s4 #banirareiko #litg writers room #writers room

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