because: though i myself beat the water temple in under an hour (and loved it), i did get to watch half a ski team be absolutely broken by it while on the road.

prompt: "jeankasa modern au. jean is attempting to play a video game that mikasa already beat but he's stuck (and he won't let mikasa just get past the part for him, naturally) and mikasa is bored."

additionally: got a prompt? shoot it to my tumblr (hyperphonic) and we'll see what we can do~


"Jean, just play the goddamn lullaby, I promise it'll help."

The tawny man sitting beside her rolled his eyes and shot her a glare, "don't tell me what to do Mikasa, I've totally got this!" Unimpressed, the young woman slid a little farther down into their blanket nest, head tucking neatly against his chest (she'd beat this temple ages ago).

Still obstinately running through the temple, Jean was so focused on the task at hand, that he hardly noticed a delicate palm sneaking beneath his shirt. "Shit- no a likelike –goddamnit Mikasa I'm trying to focus here, stop doing- oh god floor spikes!"

Golden warm Saturday light filtered in through the closed curtains, and Mikasa sighed, humming along with the (slightly unsettling) music. "Jean, z-target the goddamn likelike, it hardly even moves!"

Lurching forwards to focus on the task at hand, "fucking- Mikasa! Don't tell me how to fight!

"But there's a shell blade coming up behind you,"

"Don't care!"

"Jean.." Shifting to accommodate his new position, the dark girl slipped back into his arms, announcing her presence with a kiss to his throat. Perking up as he exited the chamber, "Skulltula," "Shut up Mikasa, I don't care about fucking spiders."

"But the cursed family in Kakariko-"

"Who gives a shit?"

Pulling back to better fix the tawny man with a disinterested stare, "Jean, I'm bored," the hand from before snuck back under his loose shirt, "you're never going to beat this temple if you don't play the lullaby." A sharp inhale, as the obstinate man continued to run around the main chamber, unable to proceed, "Jean, c'mon." Thin palms skated lower and Mikasa pressed a kiss into the base of his throat, "Play the lullaby or let's do something else.."

"Fuck-" The young man panted, pausing the game to slant an exasperated (hazy) look down at her, "you're incorrigible." A fact only proved true by the dip of long fingers against the waistband of his pants. "Me?"

Huffing and turning back to the television, "yes, you." A grin into his side, "so I play the fucking song when I see a Triforce?"

"Mmhm," a happy hum as she slid a little further into their nest and curled against him; content to watch now as the water level rose.