#lu fem reader

[the-moon-files]

Hello, hello, in keeping with the theme of differences between humans and hylians, what about the chain with a fem/gn human reader with curly hair and vitiligo? In Hyrule there doesn't seem to be much diversity in terms of hair or skin. I don't even think curly hair exists there and I think the chain's reaction to those features would be interesting.

SO real, im not confident from the clips ive seen outside of Botw and OG loz (the only two ive played so far) that there's even been a Side Character or NPC with anything more curly than like,, 2b?? 😭

That's, so Rough. on their part. Yikes.

also pls feel free to lmk immediately if anything i talked abt below is offensive/made u uncomfortable/was in bad taste of me, bc i nor anyone close to me has vitiligo, so i cant speak on that experience, nor non-white curl types!! /gen

so heres a quick one, i hope u dont mind <3

(Like Zeldas hair is usually straight too, or like the slightest wave ever, just kinda weird bc youd think they JUMP at the chance to curl her hair for at least one game..)

Moon: Reader (she/they), Vitiligo! Reader (race unspecified, just described as ur 'darker/lighter shade'), Curly Haired! Reader (not explicit curl type, just described as more than wavy/loose curls)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: smattering of links lol - but bigger bits of Twilight, Four, Legend

Comets & Meteors: CWs: none known, & TWs: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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first thought is Four making hair ornaments/accessories lol

itd be cool to think that some hair bobbles dont work on lots of hylian heads bc i like to believe a lot of them have non-thick hair or slick hair strands

so like stuff is harder to keep in their hair, for some part of the hylian population not all

like in my little fictional verse? world? au? of linked universe hyrules, hair sticks are popular, bc they can be twisted around it or ponytail holders, basically anything that can in some way shape or form attach/provide tension to hold itself to their hair

idk maybe like other species besides hylians have thicker hair, esp in colder areas? habitats

but ur like, hylian shaped, so its super pretty for the boys to see, and Four has been ✨Inspired✨

ur legit his muse atp, and he can be found casually working at the little accessories whenever there's free time, or if they're in town and he gets access to the forge

ur hair is just so easy to put things like this in!!

tho i will say Four struggles to actually implement pretty hairstyles to go with them, and the colors arent much better, they argue over it too much lol

surprisingly Twi, Wars, Sky, and Legend I could see actually taking the time to sit down and learn about ur hair type enough from you to help make something kinda close to these styles so u can actually have pretty hair and also use the hair ornaments Four's obsessively made 100s of

(some of the boys have also been gifted one or two to wear, Twi, Sky, Time, Wars, and Hyrule wear like one or two, but Wild, Wind, Legend and Four wear At Least 4 or more at any given moment)

It got to the point where u didnt have the inventory to hold them all, until one day Winds like:

Wind: hehe, just ask vet to hold them all

You: what?? i cant ask him to take up so much space in his inventory just for me! he doesnt even use but one or two i gave him..

Wind: nope, rejected, i pinky promise he'd do it, do it in a heartbeat too

You: I dont know..

Wind: just walk up to him and do ur best begging baby seal eyes, and Legend's gonna melt like a chuchu on a rock in the sun lol

you try it, with only minimal begging and puppy eyes, and before u even finish "hey, Lege, so, i was just wondering, if you dont have room of course thats fine, but i just have a lot of these-"

and he's already looking away and thrusting one of his bottomless bags at you, holding it out saying "well?? hurry up, i dont have all day cmon"

its lowkey become a competition amongst the Links who can do ur hair, doing the best/prettiest hairstyles for you,

they even have tiers like weekly basis, monthly, and recently have upgraded to yearly as u spent more time with them lol

(legit Legend outright puffing out his chest and crossing his arms all proud whenever u compliment his work, Twi grinning like a little kid all excited, if he was Wolfie when u complimented his hairstyle his tail would of coure be wagging, Wars preens and looks entirely too smug, dont tell the others but he's also the best at upkeeping ur hairstyle for you like adjusting stuff that loose or fell or if u need more hair oil or smth, Sky goes all pink in the cheeks and u swear his pointed ears wiggle a little when u compliment his hairstyle - and YES it secretly earns them more brownie points if u like it amongst their hairstyle competition)

oh and feeling jealous competitive for just no reason at all, against Four for making so many hair accessories, Legend is continuously making you bonnets, reversible ones, patterned ones, he even experimented with making some magical ones that kept your head warm/cool without damaging your curls <33

(u cannot thank him multiple times or thank him too excitedly, bc he goes all red and speedwalks off and actually hides from you lmao)

changing to the vitiligo aspects

there was a general sense of wonder from the heroes at your curly hair and skin pigments, but they definitely didnt press you abt it, even if some were clearly staring at you with these huge curious eyes at first (coughwindcough)

the curiousity rlly just turned to admiring not long after traveling together, and it was def a ritual to do a little spin and show all the guys ur new hairstyle whenever one of them helped you/did ur hair for you

but Wild/Legend/Wars were def the best abt helping make you/find you makeup here, whether ur the type to conceal ur pigment changes more, or blend them, or even do something kinda fun like this

they are very supportive of whatever choice u make abt ur skin, or even if u change ur mind every now and then/constantly, doesnt matter to them theyre rolling with it <3

(also goes w/o saying they dont care if ur vitiligo pigmentation is symmetrical or "aesthetically pleasing", its kinda silently, all-heroes-agreed, ur just beautiful)

Wild, Hyrule, Twilight and Wind would def have the most fun/take u up on ur offer on the designs like the above pics, once again, if u let them/thats ur style

(Wind would absolutely try to make small patches into something else, like the kitty picture lmao - u just go from looking at Hyrule's gorgeous light/dark skintone flowers he's bashfully painted down ur arm, to panning over to ur other arm in Wind's grasp filled with seagulls, a chuchu, the King of Red Lions boat??, and a really good drawing of Ganon himself where he used your lighter/darker skin tones to literally shade him 😭😭LMAO??? Time tried to be srs and get onto him but he couldnt keep his laughter contained enough to do it, interuppting him midsentence and shit, bc u know he wouldve done the same thing if u gave him ur arm💀)

but they truly dont make a big deal out of or stare excessively at you, they figure out boundaries quick, along with just being genuinely sweet and decent guys

and if any hylian stares at u weird or a little too long in public in towns or smth, they might even notice before you do tbh

You, minding ur business checking out a vendors items, suddenly hearing Wars slide up next to you with the kind of voice he only uses around particularly grating/annoying nobles

"She's not an attraction, move along. It's rude to stare."

And by the time your looking up and around for whoever he aimed that nearly hissed out remark at, it's just u and him at the stand again, and when u turn back to him, Wars is just smiling and holding up a fruit for you to evaluate

(one time Twi outright growled a bit at someone behind you and when u turned around to see wth was going on, he was pink cheeked and very obviously covering up by whistling badly lmao)

Rating: 10/10 very silly boys abt it all, the little ways they all care abt u is either sweet or silly or somewhere in between

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hope yall have been having a good summer so far, ive started a new job (again this year ;-;) and training is going okay, its in medical records, so wish me luck i dont do smth stupid </3

have a good evening/morning/afternoon!!

Peace out,

🌙 📂

[whispers-on-the-wind]

Low Spirits

TW: Poor mental health

Reader is struggling with the stress of traveling through time with 9 heroes, luckily Warriors is there for them when they break down

Warriors was many things, a brother, a hero, a captain, one thing he wasn’t was ignorant. Sure, you could claim you were fine, but the hero was certain your definition of the word wasn't the same as his.

Of course, he wasn’t the only hero of the group to notice your off behaviour, it had become a talking point among the eldest of the heroes, but nobody could find a good way to approach the potentially sensitive situation.

Wild, bless his heart, and his ignorance; had attempted to fix the situation by bombarding you with baked goods. Warriors had tried to convince the hero that food wasn’t the issue, only to be met with a bold proclamation that “Food helps everything.” To his utter shock, it did.

You had sat around the cooking pot with everyone, spirits lifted marginally as you consumed the surplus of goods, going at the egg tarts with a ferocity Warriors had only seen in Mask and Tune after a long day. Warriors hadn’t seen your spirits that high in awhile, and he had to admit the Cook was right. (He would never say this to his face, the teasing from Legend may as well seal his fate.)

For the following days, Warriors hung around, slipping honey candies into your satchel when he thought you weren't looking. He wasn’t sure where the sudden onslaught of emotions came from, but the hero had his suspicions. (Such as a potentially very painful time of the month,) and it wasn’t until you shared a watch with him one night he finally decided to “Poke the bear” as Twilight had called it.

— — – — —

Your mood was no better tonight than it had been during the day, or previous days for that matter.

You loved the heroes, don’t get you wrong, but the constant travel, danger, and uncertainty was not on your list of things that were beneficial to your mental health. You had already struggled with a lot before the quest, but the unknowns of, would you live through this fight? Would you make it through the day? One wrong move and you could, and probably would, die.

All these weighed heavily on you, you weren’t sleeping well, you weren’t eating well, hell, you could barely function.

Warriors had been a comforting presence at your side through it all, all the boys had, but his presence especially was a grounding one. He never pushed, and never treated you like less just because you weren’t a hero; sure, there were things you couldn’t do, but he didn’t harp on these things like the others would, even if they meant well.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, stifling a yawn.

“You alright Y/N?” Warriors’ voice was tender, almost searching.

You weren’t, but you were too emotionally and physically exhausted to reply to the hero.

You shrugged.

Warriors shifted in his spot, tender gaze burning into your side. You so desperately wanted to lean into the hero for comfort, your heart aching at the idea of curling yourself up at his side, a want to be held by firm arms.

You felt the hot burn of traitorous tears threatening to fall, as your breath caught in your throat.

Warriors, the ever observant Link, noticed immediately.

—-

“Hey– Hey, are you okay?” Warriors asked, before mentally smacking himself, of course you weren’t okay, you were literally on the verge of tears.

He watched your hands shake, and felt every big brother urge fire up; wanting to wrap you in a massive hug, and make everything feel better.

“Y/N…” He soothed, hand coming up behind you, gently touching your back to gauge your reaction. When you didn’t react, he began rubbing small circles into your back.

And with that the dam broke.

Strangled sobs poured from you, he watched as you buried your face into your hands, your shoulders racking with each cry.

He wasn’t prepared when you closed the gap between you and sat closer, but he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity that presented itself.

Careful to not make you uncomfortable, he slowly draped his arm over your shoulder. He couldn’t know why you were upset, but god damn if he wouldn’t comfort you.

He sat with you as you cried, tears falling onto his precious scarf (it can be washed-)

He stayed with you as your sobs devolved into silent tears.

He stayed with you until you pulled away, eyes red and puffy.

“Thank you.” Was all you said, eyes turning towards the star speckled sky.

Warriors nodded, content with the knowledge that if anything, he at least had given a safe space to express yourself.

[twilightaurora]

bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

sneak peek: before battle, link pulls you aside with a request. he wants to wear his barbarian armor into the fight, but he needs help with the paint patterns of the set. after all, the attack bonus only happens when the purple paint completes the armor. won't you help him?

pairing: sage (totk!link) x fem!reader, background chain (no wind) x fem!reader (poly) – this will be four parts! one for sage, wild, and cal, then the triplets together ;)

warnings: 18+ content! (do NOT interact with this unless you have an age indicator in your bio - I WILL block you) cursing, spitting, handjobs/masturbation, hair pulling, praising, mentions of oral (m! receiving), sage is a big tease, a little bit of exhibitionism (public setting, but you're alone), jealousy ;) biting (forgive me if sage is ooc, he's just a little gremlin in my eyes) this is mostly teasing – the good stuff will come in part four ;)

word count: 6.4k

a/n: i want sage in a way that is concerning to feminism i think (/j... or am i??) this is dedicated to @neverchecking who fueled my brain rot xD this series is for you >:D

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does. 

The chain landed in his Hyrule the day before, appearing on the borders of Zora’s Domain. The shift wasn’t terrible this time – for you anyway. Hylia, whether intentionally or not, had dumped you directly atop Time and Twilight. 

In your humble opinion, Time made a much worse cushion than his successor. With his broad chest and stiff armor, the eldest hero was less than comfortable to land on. Twilight, on the other hand, managed to grasp a hold of your waist in the midst of the fall, and dragged you into him as the three of you went down. You ended up landing mostly atop Twilight, much to your thanks. However, you could still feel the harsh press of Time’s armor against your sides.

“Oof,” you grunt as the air escapes your chest involuntarily. Pressing a hand to your ribs, you suck in a grateful breath of air as you lean forward. 

A hand slips around your hips as another gently taps against your back.

“You alright there, darl’?” 

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable. 

His hand rubs sweetly against your side as you cough. Sitting up with a huff, you feel Twilight hum as you lean away from his chest. Awkwardly, you shimmy off his lap to land between him and Time, smiling with a little chuckle, you nod. 

“Yeah, m’okay,” you smile, feeling your breath return. “You?”

Twilight chuckles, shifting and stretching his back. The three of you landed on your backs, facing skyward as the portal closed above you. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to leave you winded. 

“M’alright, too. What about ya,’ Time? Ya’ good, old man?” Twilight turns over his shoulder to look at Time with a toothy grin. You catch a glimpse of his sharpened canines and have to look away before he catches your lingering stare. 

Time huffs, rubbing his own hand against the chest-plate of his armor. 

“Watch it, pup,” the eldest murmurs, but there’s no heart in it. Especially when you find the grin twisting the corner of his mouth upwards. “I’m okay. Is everyone all here?”

“We’re good!” 

The reply comes from Wind, the youngest already standing and looking around the new environment. His hands are on his hips and there’s a beaming grin on his lips. 

“Speak for yourself, kid,” Legend grunts. The Vet is pulling himself from a pile of limbs, buried beneath the forms of Hyrule, Sky and Wild. “You didn’t land at the bottom of the pile.”

A resounding groan comes from Sky as he weasels his way from underneath the others, offering his own complaint. 

“Four’s a little woozy, but other than that we’re doing fine,” Warriors inputs, his form crouched beside the mentioned hero. Four is on his hands and knees, panting as he attempts to right himself. Shifts are always a little different for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the other parts of him still constrained within one form, but he didn’t quite know. 

“I’ll be fine, Wars. Just gimme’ a few minutes.” 

Time is on his feet a moment later, turning back to you with a sweet smile and offering a hand. 

“Thank you,” you hum as you slip your fingers into his own. Twilight props you up as you begin to stand, his hand sliding from your back to a fraction lower. When you turn over your shoulder to shoot him a look, Twilight gives you a wolfy smile and a little wink before he begins to stand as well. You roll your eyes goodnaturedly and ignore the flash of heat that zings through your gut. 

“Of course, sweetheart,” Time murmurs, brushing the dirt off your tunic as you fix yourselves. “Anyone know where we are?” 

“It’s my Hyrule,” comes Sage’s voice. The Hero of the Zonai is looking down at his Purah Pad, scanning through something as he speaks. “We landed pretty close to Zora’s Domain. If we’re lucky we can make it there before nightfall.” 

Wild nods, brushing off his tunic as he confirms Sage’s words. 

“I recognize Inogo Bridge,” he muses as slings a Lynel Bow over his shoulders. “Is the road to the Domain as overrun here as it is in mine?” 

Sage hums as he filters through his weapon inventory, eventually summoning a Zonaite Sword that’s been fused to some monster part that the others don’t recognize. That Fuse ability of his is still something the Chain is getting used to. 

“It’s not so bad. I cleared it out before the last Blood Moon, but I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone.” 

Time leaves your side to join Sage and Wild. Cal fills his empty place easily, a little grin on his lips as he scans over your form. When he finds no injuries, his smile broadens, giving you a nod as you lean forward to pat his cheek sweetly. The pinkish hue of his cheeks is too cute. 

“I’m fine, Cal, really,” you murmur, leaning into the Hero as he blushes. 

“Just checking, is all.” 

You smile, pecking Cal’s cheek as you leave his side to join the other heroes. Time has his arms crossed over his chest as Sage speaks, his one eye still shut and his armor glinting in the sun. 

“Okay,” the Hero of Time begins, scanning over the Chain as he mulls over his words. “We move in an hour. That should give everyone a chance to recover from the shift. We should prepare for a fight – with our luck, the road will probably be overrun.” 

The rest of the Chain offer various forms of agreement, beginning to move away as they shift through their various belongings. You pull your pouch to your front and untangle the strings as you rifle through the magically enhanced insides. Finding the bottles you’re searching for, you count the number of healing potions and fairies still on your person. Mentally accounting for the rest of the chain and the number of potions you know are in Wild’s slate, you hum thoughtfully. There’s enough. As long as nothing goes terribly wrong, everything should be just fine. 

A moment later, your name is called. 

Lifting your head, you find Sage’s eyes across the clearing. The Hero of the Zonai finds your gaze and lifts his hand to beckon you closer. 

“C’mere, sunflower,” he smiles, the glint in his eyes reflecting something deeper. His grin looks a little too close to a smirk, and your heart skips a beat. He wants something. “I need your help with something.”

You follow his motion with a silly tumble of your stomach. Sage never fails to make your gut flip and your skin warm. You’re so weak for this man and he’s not even doing anything. 

“What’s up, Sage?” 

The hero is already wearing different clothes from the ones he landed in. You recognize them – you’ve seen his barbarian armor before. He and Wild – as well as Cal, you’ve come to learn, each have a set of the ‘armor.’ You’re hardly sure it can be called armor, given how little it actually seems to protect during battle. Wild had mentioned the armor was enhanced by the Great Fairies, giving him some kind of magical boost during battle. You didn’t really understand it, but you believed him. The triplets were wonders on the battlefield, and with the addition of the armor, you could tell their prowess seemed to grow. 

However, though Sage dons the leg wraps and the chest guard, the helm is still missing. When you step closer to the hero, you notice he’s suspiciously missing something else too. 

There’s no paint decorating his skin. 

The fur of his boots and at his shoulders ruffles with the soothing breeze, and you desperately try to keep your eyes away from the toned lines of his abdomen. Sage, however, seems to notice your struggle, because his grin only seems to broaden. 

When you reach his side, Sage holds something out to you. 

A paintbrush. 

“Can you help me with this, pretty? I can’t reach my back as easily as you can.” 

You have to battle against the way your stomach flutters. Skin warming and fingers twitching, you reach out to grab the brush from Sage’s outstretched hand. 

“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I don’t know the pattern as well as you.” 

Sage gives you another grin, humming sweetly as he reaches for your hands. His skin is warm as he pulls you closer. 

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll help you, love. Just come with me, please?” 

The look he gives you makes your knees weak. His lidded eyes are filled with something you can’t decipher, and his pretty cerulean irises are peering down at you with something dark in their depths. The way he leans forward over you is troubling given the way your heart clenches. 

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you whisper, smiling back at the hero.

Sage leads you away from the camp the Chain begins to build. You’re not quite sure what the distance is for, but you assume he must want some privacy given how close the paint is to… 

Oh. 

Sage smirks as you begin to realize what he’s asked you to do. His grip on your hand tightens and you press your lips together to repress the way your cheeks warm. Your stomach flips and something hot surges between your thighs. 

“You finally realize what I’m asking you, pretty girl?” 

Goddesses, this man is too much for you. 

You offer Sage a look, feeling suddenly small beneath his heated gaze. His blonde locks are loose and hanging delicately around his face, and you want to run your fingers through the silky tresses. You wonder what kind of sound he’ll make if you tug on them. 

Turning back to you when he’s deemed the distance enough, Sage gives you another smirk and pulls you close. He clutches your hips in his hands, tugging you closer with lidded eyes and leans down closer to you. Your heart skips a beat as his lips graze over your own, and you surge closer to his pretty mouth. 

Sage chuckles, the low sound making your stomach feel funny. 

“Ah ah, sunflower…” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hips and pressing his waist into your own. “I still need your help – there’s no attack boost without the body paint, you know?” 

You huff, shooting him a withered look at Sage grins. The hero pulls out the paint he uses for such purposes, outstretching it towards you as he motions towards the paintbrush. 

“Please, my love? You can start with my legs.” 

You nearly roll your eyes at his honey-sweet tone, giving him another look as you accept the paint. Your stomach flips again when Sage leans back, resting his weight against a tree behind him. The hero spreads his legs a bit, offering you the space between them as he looks down at you. 

With something hot rippling beneath your skin, you realize what he beckons for you to do. Huffing, you drop to your knees at Sage’s feet and look up at him with your brows raised. You find the man already looking down at you with a toothy grin, and something feral in his expression makes you even weaker to his salacious smirk. 

“This what you wanted, Sage?” 

“That’s perfect, sweet girl. You know I love you on your knees for me,” he purrs. “You know what the pattern looks like?”

You offer a small nod, shifting your eyes to the empty expanse of his toned thighs. On your knees, your head comes up to his hips, and you’re given a beautiful view of his gorgeous legs. The little skirt the armor uses barely covers more than a few inches beneath his hips, and you’re given more than an eyeful of his pretty, bare skin. 

Turning back to the paint in your hands, you dip the paintbrush in the royal purple color and lift it back towards his skin. Looking back up at him once, Sage inclines his head in a nod and you melt underneath his dark eyes. 

You start at his legs, dragging the paintbrush across his right leg. On his outer thigh, you paint the crossing pattern that you’ve seen span over his legs. You definitely have not been paying close attention to the pattern that the armor always dons… 

Flushing at the memory, you feel your thighs weaken, so you spread your knees farther apart to counter the weight. Head spinning as you finish the first leg, you look back up at Sage. He’s still watching you, one of his hands lifting to brush some of your hair out of your eyes sweetly, you melt into his hand. He gives you an uncharacteristically tender look before he nudges you back to your job. 

When you turn to the other leg, you find the leather drop sheath encasing his upper thigh. The dagger in the holster glints in the sun, but that’s not why your stomach flips. 

“Can I…” you murmur, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Can I take this off? I think the paint goes across here, doesn't it?” 

Sage hums, a knowing smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers across your scalp again. Leaning his hips forward towards you, you feel another lick of heat flick between your thighs. 

It’s so… hot. Everything is so hot. You know he’s teasing you, but it’s working. 

By the Three, is it working... 

Sage makes no move to take the holster off himself, simply offering you his hips and looking down at you through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty. Take it off f’me.” 

You melt beneath his gaze, shakily lifting a hand to his legs. Your brain is racing and your thoughts are so fuzzy. Sage knows exactly how to make you weak beneath him. It takes so little effort. In any other situation, you’d probably throw a playful swat for such behavior, but when Sage gives you that lustful smirk, you find you’ll do anything he says – as long as he keeps looking at you like that, you’ll do anything and everything. 

When your fingers find the holster, skimming across the pretty, pale skin of his inner thigh, Sage keens. Goosebumps ripple across his flesh where your fingers were, leaving a trail of little bumps in a pattern across his skin. Knocking his head back against the tree trunk, Sage hums out a sweet sound and pushes his hips closer to you. 

“Hnng…” 

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds. 

You want to hear more. As his hips roll forward, you become more than aware of how close his waist is to your face. It takes every fiber of restraint you have not to drift your hand just an inch closer to the edge of his little skirt. 

Loosening the strap of his sheath, you begin to pull the leather from around his thigh. Dragging it down his legs, you drop it at his feet and look back up at him. 

Sage still has his head thrown back against the tree, his lips tugged upwards in a hazy look with his eyes closed. You’re so tempted to brush your lips across the span of his inner thigh, just where you need to paint. Your legs clench, the heat beginning to swell between your own thighs. Before you stand back up on your knees, the leather discarded at Sage’s feet, you indulge your fantasies. Darting forward, you drag your lips across the pale skin of his inner thigh, grinning when Sage curses. 

“Oh, Hylia,” he hisses, eyes prying open to glare down at you. You grin and Sage reaches a hand out to flick your forehead. 

“Keep going, sunflower. There’s still more to paint, and we’ve only got an hour,” he coos. “If you’re quick, maybe I’ll give you a reward for being so good for me.” 

You hurriedly dip the paintbrush back into the violet ink and Sage chuckles in that deep tone that makes your insides mushy. You finish the second crossing pattern on his leg before Sage’s eyes open again. 

Looking up at him, you lift off your knees and sit up. Now closer to his stomach, you hum shakily and whisper quietly. 

“I can’t remember the entire pattern on your chest, Sage. M’gonna need some help.”

“Of course, my love,” he muses sweetly. His hand is back at your scalp, gently scratching at your scalp and grinning when you keen into his hands. He loves when you go limp in his grasp. Oh, Hylia – he wants to see the look on your face when he yanks the strands back. Would you make a pretty sound for him when he does? Would you beg him to do it again? 

He wants to find out. 

Sage loves the sound your voice makes when you beg him so sweetly. He remembers the way your hips canted up into his own not so long ago, desperate for him to roll back into you as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes slide back shut at the memory, feeling his cock stiffen beneath the skirt of his armor. It twitches and Sage can barely contain the urge to drag your hand beneath the waistband to solve the growing problem. He can so clearly recall the touch of your fingertips against the head of his cock. 

Fuck, it’s so hot. 

“There’s a line across each of my ribs. They go around my back,” he manages to choke out. “Do those first.” 

You obey him without complaint, dragging the soft bristles of the brush across his chest just beneath where the chest-plate ends.  The bristles tickle across his ribs, and in any other circumstance, they might have elicited a silly giggle from the usually so stoic hero. However, Sage is far more distracted by the throbbing beneath his waistband to spare the attention for such sensations. 

As you lean back on your heels, tilting your head to assess if the short lines of pain across Sage’s abdomen are even, the hero chuckles again. Licking his lips, he gives you that feral grin that makes your heart clench. Pushing off the tree, he twists around to give you his back. 

“They go down to my waistband,” he murmurs. “You remember ‘em?” 

You offer a vague nod, too distracted by the cutting lines of his hips. Sage eats up the attention. 

With a racing mind, you finish the pattern, dragging the brush from mid-back downwards to the small of his back. When you lift a hand to the edge of his skirt, pulling the edge slightly to dip the brush beneath his waistband, Sage shivers. 

You grin. 

When he turns back to you, he speaks with a flash of sharpened canines. You nearly squirm at his feet, a notion Sage adores. 

“Now my hips.” 

You swallow thickly. 

Before dipping the brush back into indigo paint, you bite the edge of your lip and push back the smirk that attempts to show. You have an idea. 

“Sage…” you hum sweetly, leaning closer to the hero’s waist. Just an inch from the waistband of his skirt, you pull one of your hands up from the ground to rest against the bare skin of his hip. The toned skin of his waist flexes under the touch of your fingers, and you watch Sage’s closed eyes twitch. 

Perfect. 

“Can you help me, darling? I can’t remember how this looks?” 

Sage’s eyes pry open, seemingly with immense difficulty, and the hero’s dilated pupils meet your own. Blown wide with some kind of primal emotion, Sage’s flushed cheeks spread into a grin as he registers your words. You lean closer to his hips, your fingers delicately tracing shapes over his side. You try desperately to restrain a scheming grin when Sage pushes closer to your hands. 

“‘Course, my sunflower. S’just a triangle over my waist. I’ll help you.” 

When one of his hands reaches for yours, you beam. Sage gently lifts your fingers, pulling you closer by your wrist until your front is nearly pressed up against his legs. He looks down at you with that feral, dominant look he knows you love, and you shiver. Your heart thunders beneath your ribs and Sage adores the way you move so easily for him. Always so eager to obey his commands… Goddesses he loves you. He’ll treat you so well after this – he promises. 

Lifting your hand, he helps you drag the paintbrush over his right hip and carefully draws the triangular shape across his waist. He twists a little, allowing you to finish the shape at his back. With another silly grin, he begins to help you start the other side. 

“There you go,” he coos with batting lashes. “Doin’ so well f’me. That’s just perfect.” 

When you finish his hips, Sage helps you paint the three dots on his front before moving to allow you to replicate the same at the small of his back. 

Then, you’ve reached the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. The last part of his barbarian armor – the handprints.

Sage twists back to his front, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead – a sweet caress compared to the way he’s been looking at you. He’s always so adoring in the way he treats you, even when he’s manhandling you beneath him. When he pulls your legs over his shoulders, darkened irises scanning over your bare hips, Sage always presses a chaste kiss to your calf to apologize for the stretch of your muscles. Always so sweet to the one he loves. 

“Thank you for helpin’ me. Now, give me your hand, sweet thing.” 

You obey, hand already outstretched with your palm facing skywards. Offering him the brush, freshly dipped in orchid-colored paint, Sage hums and accepts. He delicately cradles the back of your hand and begins to coat your fingers in violet ichor. The clay feeling of the paint sinks into your skin, and you sit obediently as Sage paints your palms. 

His eyes flick upwards to meet your eyes with another teasing grin. 

“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you, pretty?” 

You nod, a matching smile on your lips. 

“Good,” Sage purrs, finally finishing the coat of paint across your palm. “C’mere then.” 

He twists to give you his spine first. You grin, reaching forward with your unpainted hand to pull gently at his waistband. Sage’s head knocks back as you nudge the skirt lower. When you can clearly see the small of his back, accentuated by his thin waist – his slutty waist, in your opinion – you lift the violet hand and carefully lay it across his spine. 

Sage hums, head still tilted backwards and his eyes closed. 

Before lifting your palm, you lean forward, eyes closing as your lips graze over the bare skin of his hip. Sage’s skin is hot, flushed red with the rush of warmth surging beneath his waistband. His cock twitches again. 

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly. 

Twisting back around to the front and reclining back against the tree, Sage is careful not to smudge the paint you freshly smeared across his back. Inclining his hips forward again, the Hero of the Zonai gives you that feral look once more before his hand lifts and he’s beckoning you closer. 

“Just one more…” Sage teases, beginning to paint your palm once more. “One more and I’ll reward you.” 

You shiver, the rumble of his voice seemingly sinking beneath your skin to sink into your chest. He makes you so weak. Perhaps it’s something about the way dominance seems to radiate from him during moments like this. All he has to do is bat those blonde lashes and give you that feral, little grin, and you’re putty in his hands. Well, you suppose it’s not so bad. Sage always treats you so well. 

“Yeah, you want that, huh? ‘Course, you do… I always treat you so good, don’t I?” 

You hum in response, shuffling forward on your knees, “Yeah, I want that, Sage. Please?” 

Sage coos, a teasing smile stretched across his lips. He strokes one of his hands over your cheeks before it crawls behind your neck. Cupping your head, he runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull. Your thighs clench again. Sage does the same thing when your mouth is preoccupied with something else – running his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his pretty hips. His head shifts between tossing back and staring down at your face, as if he can’t decide if he wants to give in to pleasure or if he can’t stand to look away. And he always sounds so pretty when you go down on him. 

“Ahh, I love it when you beg so sweetly for me, my darling. Finish this and I’ll give you what you want.” 

Releasing your hand, Sage drops the brush and lays back beckoning you forward with a lustful expression. When you shuffle again, inching closer, the hero pulls you forward by the back of your head and your stomach flutters. Offering you his waist, you lift your unpainted fingers with only a single tremor of your awaiting hand. 

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command. 

“Pull ‘em down, pretty thing. You’ll need to see what you’re doing, right?” 

You huff, unable to offer a teasing remark in return, simply too transfixed on the sharp lines that lead down his waist. The v-line beckons you, guiding down where you want him most. 

Brushing your fingers across his waistline, you find the band of his skirt. Looking up at him once, Sage watches you with fluttering lashes as you begin to nudge the waistband. Tugging on it, Sage pushes his hips towards you to help you pull the skirt down onto his hip bones. 

It goes slow – tantalizingly slow. Revealing bare skin inch by inch, you lean forward to press a kiss to his left hip, but Sage’s fingers grip the back of your neck harshly. Tugging gently at the strands of your hair, your stomach flutters and heat prickles between your thighs. You let out a little grunt and Sage grins wide. His body shivers, seemingly pleased at the tiny sound of pleasure that fell from your lips. 

“Not yet…” Sage coos. “Be patient, sunflower.” 

You give the hero a haughty look, but obey regardless of the sweltering heat building in your panties. 

Weaseling the waistband downwards, you feel your heart jump into your throat. With more of his heavenly hips exposed, you feel another wave of heat flush through your skin. Each of your nerves seems to jump with adrenaline, and you eagerly lift your violet hand to finish the task appointed to you. Finally, you stop tugging at his skirt, leaving the waistband just above his dick. You know it’s uncomfortable, given how it twitches beneath the cloth of his skirt, flexing upwards at your teasing. Sage gives you an unimpressed look, motioning for you to finish. 

So delicately, you press your palm against his pelvis, the purple paint sinking into his bare skin. Fingers following after, you teasingly rest your hand between the sharp edges of his v-line – just above the throbbing muscle between his thighs. 

Sage keens, his head finally tossing back against the tree with another delicious sound. His hips push forward into your hands, tugging you closer to his waist by your neck. The other hand drops across his eyes, hiding his flushed cheeks in his elbow. 

“Hah… fuck.” 

With his arm hiding his eyes, you finally lean forward away from his fingers and leave a kiss on the edge of his v-line just beside your violent hand. Sage grunts, clenching his jaw as your warm mouth opens to drag your tongue over the dip in his hips. 

“By the three…” he whines, finally scrambling to tug at your hair again. Pulling you away, you drag your hand away from his pelvis with a feral grin of your own. Looking up at your work, you watch as Sage pants, his chest heaving with each breath. 

When he finally shifts his arm, his eyes prying open to find your scheming smile, Sage huffs and tightens his hold of your neck. Tugging you closer, he drops his other hand to slide two of his fingers beneath the waistband of his little skirt. Tugging at the band by his hip, he drags it another inch downwards with a primal grin. 

The paint must be working – that ‘fighting spirit’ finally kicking in. 

Wild had tried to explain it before; the magic the armor gives them. He said it enhanced his attack in battle, by somehow ‘bolstering his fighting spirit.’ However, when you questioned what that meant, Wild had gotten a little shifty. His cheeks had flushed and he rubbed his hands together, simply waving off your question with a simple “don’t worry about it.” 

But you’re not stupid. 

You’ve seen the way the triplets get a little more… primal with the armor on. They’re more aggressive, quicker to jump into battle in an attempt to burn off the adrenaline surging beneath their skin. It makes their eyes glint with something dangerous, and you’re not ashamed to say that you quite like the way they look. 

“My good girl…” Sage coos, still dragging down his skirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Will you help me with one more thing, my love? Just one more?” 

You nod before he even finishes his words. 

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises. 

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

Then, Sage finally pries his skirt from his hips, letting the fur material slide off his waist and drop to the forest floor in a single motion. You only have a fraction of a second to admire his bare skin before his pretty cock fills your vision. Nearly slapping against his stomach, Sage’s dick twitches just once when you shift to look at it. The hero keens into your grip when you lean forward, painted hand sliding over his hip where you know the skirt will hide the smeared violet color. 

Sage’s cock, hard and already leaking at the pretty-pink tip, lays against his stomach. It ends at the tip of the purple handprint you had just pressed into his pelvis, almost as if you had known exactly how long his dick was. 

The Hero of the Zonai grins in that feral way, his form nearly radiating with primal dominance. He slides his other hand down across his stomach, taking care to avoid the fresh streaks of paint. Sage wraps a hand around his cock, tugging gently and stroking until it comes to its full hardness. He suppresses the sweet whine that desperately wants to escape – you have to work for those sounds if you want to hear them. 

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.” 

Your head tilts back into Sage’s hand, squeezing your legs together as something warm drips between them. Opening your lips, you look up at Sage as the hero smirks. 

“So good… thank you, darling,” he coos sweetly, moving his hand to run his thumb over your bottom lip with a dark look. Leaning forward, Sage spits into your open mouth with a smirk. 

Swallowing obediently, Sage hums happily and leans downard again to tug your lips to his own. Groaning into this kiss, Sage pries open your lips to lick into your mouth. Moaning happily, you melt into Sage’s hand, now returned to the back of your head. Sage kisses you wetly, saliva smearing onto your lips as he pants, still tugging at his cock. Pre-cum slides down the head, slicking up the length as he slides his fist over it with a whimpered sound. 

“Mmm…ah” 

When he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, you chase after his mouth with a sigh. Sage grins, his dilated pupils scanning over your flustered face with a haughty look. You watch him tug at his dick, rubbing your thighs to combat the throb between them as he keens into his own hands. 

“Sage…” you whine, trying to shuffle closer. 

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes. 

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” he murmurs with a frown. “You know better. C’mon, wanna’ hear you say it right.” 

Your stomach flutters, his teasing tone making your skin tingle and your head spin. You lean closer to his stomach, whining again. 

Sage frowns, pulling your hair gently to redirect your attention. 

“C’mon, pretty. Say my name – my real name.” 

Your eyes find his, tugging carefully on your bottom lip with your teeth before you whine out the name he wants. 

“Link…” 

Sage – Link groans, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he slicks up his cock again. Tugging fiercely at the length as his gut clenches, heat swelling and twisting in his pelvis with a sweltering warmth. 

“Oh, fuck…” he whines, pushing his hips closer to your face with a twitch of his dick. “That’s it, my pretty girl. Thank you, baby – thank you.” 

Just the sound of his true name on your lips makes him so aroused he can feel his cock throb painfully in his fingers. His hand tugs your head closer, now looking back down at you with those dark irises. Sliding his other hand away from his dick, Link allows your mouth to suck two of his fingers. Tasting the salty pre-cum coating his fingers, you shift on your knees again with a pretty sound. Link smirks. 

“Okay, my sunflower. You want your reward now?” 

Nodding, your tongue still flicking over his two fingers, you lean closer. Purple paint smears onto both your hands, and you know there are streaks of it on both of Link’s hips. You hope the other’s don’t see – or perhaps, you hope they haven’t paid too close attention to where the paint is supposed to go. You think you can feel little smudges of the orchid clay spreading across your throat where Link is clutching your neck, but you forget about it when Sage whines again as you lick over his fingers like you would his dick. The pretty sound makes you drip, and the panties you’re wearing are surely soiled now. 

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper. 

Link grins again, then pulls his fingers from your mouth and pulls you into his waist. Heat in his stomach and cock throbbing, purple paint decorating his pretty skin, Link slides a hand around his dick and taps it against your lips. 

“Good,” he murmurs, abs clenching as heat continues to stir. “Then suck and I’ll give you another.”

When an hour passes and you and Sage return to the temporary camp, the Chain turns to find faint streaks of smeared paint across Sage’s waist and a lilac tint on your palms. You’re both grinning, wild smiles on your cheeks as you step back into camp. Sage is in his barbarian armor, the skirt ruffled and twisted around just slightly and the helm now on his head. If Wild looks close enough, he can see a faint, dark mark on Sage’s inner thigh, just barely obscured by the skirt of the armor set.

“Are you kidding?” Wild exclaims as the two of you enter camp. He had to paint the armor himself when he could have just asked for you to do it? 

Wild and Cal are both in their barbarian armor, having painted on the violet patterns themselves. The former rolls his eyes as he watches Sage follow you, a smirk on his lips. He finds Wild staring at him and his expression only seems to grow more teasing. Cal shifts on his feet uncomfortably, finding your eyes and offering you a bashful look. 

“What?” Sage responds, his fanged grin still beaming. 

Wild grunts, huffing as he steps closer to you, beginning to pull you away from the other hero. The long-haired hero shoots Sage a glare, but the elder hero only seems to enjoy the spotlight. Wild wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close as he finds a streak of orchid-colored clay across your throat – a fingerprint shaped print. 

“You have other armor that gives you an attack boost, you know?” Wild grunts towards Sage, jealousy swirling angrily in his stomach. 

“Yeah, but I wanted this one,” Sage smiles. “And our darling just wanted to help me with the paint – didn’t you, my sunflower?” 

You offer a shy smile to Wild, feeling suddenly flustered beneath both their gazes. 

Some of the other members of the Chain slowly begin to congregate in the center of the camp, drawn to the chatter. Wind remains over the ridge of camp, scouting the path ahead with Four. Legend scans over Sage’s slightly smudged paint and your ruffled appearance, rolling his eyes and huffing. 

“Could have been more subtle, Sage,” the Veteran sighs. 

“But what’s the fun in that,” said hero responds, sending Legend a grin. 

Legend simply rolls his eyes again, stepping forward and licking his thumb to scrub away the paint across your throat. You shrink under his gaze, feeling so shy with their attention now on you. Legend scrubs gently and you shiver at the feeling of his saliva against your skin. 

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs. 

“Sorry, Vet.” 

Wild, still at your side, pulls at your tunic and straightens your ruffled appearance, wiping away something at the corner of your mouth. You shy away from their attention with a flutter of your stomach. When Legend is satisfied, he sends you a knowing look before he turns back to Hyrule. 

Wild hums thoughtfully at your left, and you twist to face him. You tilt your head, silently questioning Wild’s thoughts. The hero follows your titled head, eyes dilating as he examines your swollen lips. Lifting a hand, he brushes over the bottom lip with lidded eyes and something dark flashes across his expression. 

Oh no – you know that look. 

“Wild…” you murmur carefully. 

The Hero of the Wilds meets your eyes with a smirk of his own, leaning close until his mouth is pressed against your ear. He breathes a warm sigh over your skin and enjoys the way you weaken in his arms. When he’s sure the Chain isn’t looking, he drops a hand to squeeze one of your thighs, briefly dragging a finger across the seam of your pants. You keen into Wild’s chest with a breathy sound and the hero sighs happily.

“After we reach Zora’s Domain,” he whispers, voice saccharine like the honey he cooks with. His mouth presses a sweet kiss to the skin of your throat, pecking it gently before he sets his sharp teeth against your shoulder. You whine quietly into him as they prick your flesh, and Wild bites carefully into your throat with a huff. “It’s my turn…”  

bonus:

sage, walking back into camp: sorry i'm late I was doing stuff

reader, emerging from behind sage: i'm stuff! :D

[mylove-iv]

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ stars, he wants you in some chaste, victorian way .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ hw! link x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: the hero of warriors catches glimpses of your skin and he’s entranced, lustfully so.

genres: romance.

rating: mature, 18+ (mdni).

reader specifications: reader is written dressed in a silk robe and slip dress, reader is also written to have long-ish hair and uses lip rouge, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.

content warnings: suggestive, contains depictions of implied smut, bruising, and biting.

word count: 849 words.

author’s note: based and inspired by this post on pinterest! i’m slowly getting into writing linked universe (lu) members, so stay tuned for more!

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, apr. 2, 2023

‎‧₊ part i ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

Warriors sighs, running a hand over his face in frustration because of high society's conformities and the annoying nobles. Fake smiles, poison-drenched words, and wavering loyalties amongst the nobility had always drained him.

But as he reaches your door, a smile can't help but tug on his lips, the exhaustion in his bones evaporating at the thought of spending time with you.

He forgoes knocking, knowing that you are in your quarters and won't mind his presence. His steps are quiet and the soft smell of jasmine your room is encompassed in hits his nose in an almost wanton and sensual way that reminds him of silk and rouge.

The very same silk draped against your smooth skin and the rouge he noticed you'd sometimes apply to your kissable lips.

Warriors ignores his straying thoughts as he reaches the archway that leads to your room, silken threads tangling and hanging from the arch and his breathing nearly halts at the sight before him.

Sitting atop a creamy white vanity stool, there you were, clothed only in a silken robe, soft and smooth legs on display for Warriors.

He had never seen you in such little clothing—skin exposed for his vivid cerulean eyes to feast on—forcing Warriors to lose himself to the burning inferno within his mind.

Goddesses, how he wishes he could embrace you with no barriers of clothing in between, feeling your heartbeat hammer against his chest in a raw, wanton way.

He longed to have your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, hips swaying in a sinful, lust-filled dance as he kisses and bites your saccharine lips so much your lips would blush as if you had freshly applied rouge. You'd sing sweet nothings and praises, whines and whimpers tumbling from your kiss-bitten lips from how good he'd make you feel-

Warriors' body starts to warm up, a blistering heat he could only recognize as desire flaring beneath his skin as his eyes follow and trace your every move.

Removing the hairpin that tucked your hair neatly, your h/c locks fall over your shoulders and down your back in soft waves. His hand twitches at the urge to thread his fingers through your hair before pulling gently, hoping to elicit a sound that would only feed the raging fire of want simmering within him.

Warriors closes his eyes as a means to keep the bubbling of his yearning from spilling over before he opens them once more. A grunt nearly tumbles from his lips as you gently and carefully slip your robe off your shoulders, movements slow and teasing.

You run a delicate hand through your locks before swiping your hair over your shoulder and he can't help but let out a barely audible groan tumble from his lips. It becomes apparent how much he desires you, his groan borderline sounding agonized at the sight of your bare back your silk slip dress presents to him.

The skin of your back looks so smooth and so soft and the need of bruising your hips and love handles with marks of his hands having a tight grip on the flesh of your waist becomes prevalent, growing stronger with every passing second.

The skin of your shoulders tempt him to dig his teeth into your sweet skin to leave hues of red and purple that'd stain your skin for weeks, letting the world know who you belonged to before he'd move his lips to your ear, whispering sweet nothings and the sinful things he'd do to you-

He silently groans at the rush of blood flowing through his body—goddesses was he screwed.

Just the mere sight of your bare legs and shoulders could get him going. Just a glimpse of bare skin from any part of your body can and will kill him.

You'll be the death of him. Warriors swallows thickly, eyes squeezing shut before a quiet sigh leaves his lips and he makes the decision to leave.

He turns and his body suddenly freezes, shuddering as you call out his name softly, your voice ever so soft and filled with an apparent wanton need that sent off a chain reaction within his body, want blooming into full-blown desire and lust.

It's silent and it feels like an eternity to Warriors before you murmur his name again, voice teasing and smooth as the obvious want dripping from your honeyed call of his name coaxes him into turning around.

Warriors' vivid cerulean eyes meet yours in the mirror sitting atop your vanity and his heart nearly stops, The fires of want and desire for you blazing strongly as your e/c look into his, mirroring the same carnal desire he's sure is apparent in his own eyes.

The air between you fills quickly with tension as you smile softly—teasing even—and it evokes a heated reaction from the man that he could no longer ignore and hold back.

Warriors’ legs bring him closer to you in long strides before you're encased in his strong arms, lips moving hurriedly against each other’s in desperation overflowing with a love-filled yearning and raw desire.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

[maiko-san]

The Chain + TP! Reader (1/?)

Linked Universe belongs to Jojo

Part 2 >

Plot : You are Twilight's childhood best friend, who like Twilight can turn into an animal, that is a crow. You just happen to follow Twilight into the portal in your crow form and meet the Chain.

( Fem Reader )

You and Link have been friends ever since you were kids, always went on adventures together. After the event of Twilight, Link had gone out on a quest to find Twilight Realm, to find Midna and usually he brings you along with him but this time he didn't.

You asked him why, 'It's too dangerous, (N/n). I don't want you to get hurt....' he said. You know he cares about you...but you know how to protect yourself. He has been acting differently, as if he's hiding something from you.

.

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"I'll be going now, (N/n)" Link said, holding your hands. "Be careful, Link" you give him a smile as Link returns the smile of his own before pulling you into a hug. He takes a deep breath, burying his face into your soft hair and taking in your scent before pulling away. "Wait, before you go!" you said, grabbing his face and kiss his cheek.

This causes Link to turn red from embarrassment, "What's a hero without his good luck kiss?" you smile. Link coughs lightly as he plants a kiss on your forehead, "Love you" he whispered in your ears. NEIGH! Both of you hear a whining and turns to see Epona sticking her head through the window, "You want one too, girl?" you questioned. The chestnut horse nods as you give a kiss on her forehead. "There you go, my lovely" you said, rubbing your cheek against her.

Link smiles at the interaction as he opens the house, "Next time, I'll be staying home for a few days" he said, caressing your cheek before mounting Epona's back.

"Bye!" you said, waving at them as you watch Link rides away. As he disappears around the corner, you quickly go to your room and take out your drawstring bag.

"I'm going to follow him, whether he likes it— or not!" you said. You open the door and close it behind you, making sure to lock it. You make a sprint and jump, your body shifts and turns into a crow. Your bag shrinks along to make it easier for you to carry it on your back. It was a gift from Midna which she enchanted so it can shrink whenever you turn into a crow.

You fly high up in the sky to locate Link, it takes you a while to spot him and you finally see him along with....

A group of men.

You land on the tree branches and hide away from view, you observe the situation and you were shocked. 'Why...why do they look almost like him?!' you thought. All of them almost look alike, blue eyes, blonde hair well it's in different tones but the face!

Are they his brothers? Distant relatives. No wait— both of you grow up together and there's no way he has relatives. If he does, he would tell you!

'Doppelgangers?!' you gasped in your mind. Oh wait— he had told you about meeting people during his adventures. Are they the ones he was talking about?

You couldn't hear what they're saying but they're heading in the same direction. You follow them and make sure you check the wind's direction to avoid Link to pick up your scent.

The group stops as you perch on a branch, your eyes widen at the sight of a large swirling portal.

'Is this why he doesn't let me come?' you thought, it looks dangerous and your crow instinct tells you to stay away from it. You watch as they enter the portal one by one, the last one was a man in armour and has a scar over his right eye. He shares the most resemblance to Link.

He checks his surroundings as if making sure nobody is following before entering the portal. You wait a moment before you dive into the portal, you close your eyes and go through. You feel the breeze hit your feathers, you slowly open your eyes and see that you're no longer Faron Woods but instead an unfamiliar one.

'Where am I?' you thought. 'Urgh...I feel sick all the sudden' you cover your beak with your wing to hold back your breakfast.

"It feels great to be back" a voice said, you panic a little and quickly jump into a nearby bush. You take a peek to see the group up close, "Since we're at my place, lets gear up and start our search for Shadow" said the one in multi coloured tunic. "I want to pay my grandfather a visit before we go" he said. The group walks away and you quickly fly after them, you're not risking getting lost in an unknown place.

You follow the group from above and you can see a small house ahead, yet again you hide in the trees and watch them enter the house but others decide to stay outside and wait.

That would be your Link, a blonde with pink shades, a young boy, a dirty blonde with white cape and a man with a blue scarf.

"So, Twilight. What took you so long anyways?" questioned the one with the blue scarf. "I went to fetch some stuff from my house and talk to my friends" Twilight said. So, they called him Twilight instead of Link? Weird....

"Oh really? Then, what's that on your cheek then?" pinky said with a smirk on his lips. Twilight's hand touches the cheek and turns to look at the window to see lipstick on his cheek.

Twilight blush lightly, "Oooh~ our rancher has a special someone~" teases the scarf boy. "Wait what—really?!" gasped the little boy as he stared up at Twilight. "Do tell why you are keeping a maiden all to yourself, hm?" he smirked. "Oh hush it, Wars." Twilight said. "Haha, come on guys, stop teasing the rancher" smiles the one with the cape.

You hold back a snort as they tease Link or Twilight about his love life with you. The others come out from the house, "What's with the ruckus?" questioned the one in armour.

"Hey, Time! Guess what! Our rancher here has a girlfriend!" Warrior said, bringing Twilight in a headlock, pointing the lipstick mark on his cheek. "Oh—" Time was surprised and gave the rancher a teasing smile. "Malon would be delighted if she hears this" he said.

"Time!" Twilight shouted, face now burning from embarrassment. You watch the men laugh wholeheartedly, causing you to smile at it.

[ End of part ]

[jealousjealousgurlll]

GO QUAKERS

Hi, it's been a minute since I last posted. I am very grateful for the support I've received on my prior stories.

Hope you all enjoy, I am fairly new to writing fanfics and longer stories so any feedback is welcome 🤗

Mood board here

Word count only including story: 3,705

You, the Penn cheer captain, fall for the nerdy computer science major student Luigi Mangione. You fall for him, but he falls harder for you.

Warnings: none, however, this is a slow burn, and Luigi gets jealousssss lolzzz.Y/n/ reader is kinda a drunk bitch.

The first Luigi saw you was in the dining hall. You wore your cheer costume, and your hair and makeup were bright and cheerful. You took pride in your role as cheer captain, whenever there was a game, you wore your cheer uniform all day. Running behind your friends to surprise them, shaking your pom poms, and yelling “Go Quakers!!!!” This small interaction caught Luigi’s eye, looking over his shoulder, he saw your vibrant smile and your friend’s shocked faces. Once you all walked out of the building, he smiled briefly at this interaction, he found it wholesome. 

Game Night:

Thursday night football games reunited many students, professors, and alumni of the University of Pennsylvania. The stadium was filled, and the opposite side had the rival’s support. During the halftime mark, you led the cheer performance. It has since been improved from the last game, adding in a few dancing components and a new “cheer”

“Oh, oh, oh my gosh, our team is going to kick your buttocks. GOOO QUAKERS”.

The crowd went crazy, cheers from both sides of the stadium. The feedback felt euphoric, you were proud of yourself and your team. You initiated a group hug with everyone, if only every game felt this magical.

Meanwhile, Luigi was in the stands. Watching every moment of the game, especially the cheer performances, he quickly spotted you. Your graceful movements and your physical beauty stood out the most. In the stands, a small booklet to promote the cheer team with pictures and fun facts about every member, there were also upcoming events listed and ways to support the cheer team. The booklet was passed around. Landing into Luigi’s friend's hand, he observed the pictures. Luigi, who went onto his phone, was disturbed by a tap on his arm “Alright man, pick your top three”. Luigi looked through the booklet, reading all of the details about everyone, when he came across your bio his eyes buckled out. What was listed was basic information such as your name, social media handles, your major, and a short Q&A. You spoke about the cheer team you led back home, and your humanity work for children with cancer also caught his eye. After analyzing the booklet, Luigi responds, “ I don’t have a top three. They are all lovely girls, you know," That’s a courteous response, Mangione,” his friend replied. Later at night, Luigi and his frat hosted a party to celebrate the football team's victory. The blue paint began to fade off of his body, he had a few too many drinks, but hey, this is the frat experience. Whenever a cheerleader walked inside the house, he physically searched her up and down hoping it was you.

Winter semester

Football cheer season is over, you missed dancing in 20-degree weather and having the stadium yelling out the silly cheer you created while studying. However, competitive cheer has re-started, so that keeps you occupied. One of your classes this semester is chemistry. The first day felt intimidating because of how many students were there. When your professor announced to find a lab partner, you were slightly panicking. You knew no one in the class and it seemed everyone knew each other. The majority of the students were already paired up, excluding you walking around to find a partnerless. “Hey, you wanna partner up?” Turning around, you saw a guy with straight dirty blonde hair, he wore a baseball cap backward and a white tee paired with a gold chain. Immediately you said yes and the two of you sat at the open station. He introduced himself, his name is Kevin. He started to have a side conversation with you, he “humbly” bragged about his lifestyle, having an apartment off campus, and his parents owning multiple houses throughout the states. Typical frat boy bullshit, but you were stuck with him as your partner. Behind you, there was a gentleman who overheard your entire conversation from beginning to end. “Fucking jackass” he whispered underneath his breath. The gentleman was the same one who walked over to ask if you wanted to partner up before Kevin did, this is the same gentleman who enjoyed your yippy surprise to your friends at the dining hall. This gentleman’s name is Luigi. 

Every minute you spend away from Kevin feels fantastic. You cherish your time outside of the chemistry lab. Sometimes he would sit next to you during lectures, which would irritate you. Constantly distracting you by showing dumb shit on his phone, his shameless flirting with you while having a girlfriend. Everything about this guy disgusts you, one day showing up to lecture late, you sat in the back of the lecture room. Once the lecture is over, you head to the lab. To your pleasant surprise, Kevin was not there hallelujah!! Your prayers have been answered. You didn’t mind working by yourself, however, your professor insisted everyone was paired. Fuck, everyone in front of you was already paired up. Your professor walked by your station and asked you, “Where is your partner?” You respond “Um he’s not here today”. Your professor looked directly behind your station, standing there was Luigi Solo. “You two will partner for today’s lab”. Luigi gathered his items to move to your station, “Hi, I’m Luigi” he shyly said. You introduced yourself to him, while your professor performed a demonstration for the lab. After the demonstration, you started to grab the items necessary for today’s lab. It wasn’t until you glanced over to your left and saw Luigi, the adjacent partner, had everything set up. “Damn, you work fast” the both of you started to laugh playfully. 

While one of the parts of the experiment had to be timed for 15 minutes, leaving you both without doing, you initiated a conversation with Luigi. 

“So what’s your major?”

Your conversation starter took him back, “It’s computer science. I have a minor in math. Um, what about you?”

“Mines is Public health, computer science sounds fascinating, however I bet the workload is quite time-consuming”

He softly giggled “Ya, this class is my more “low key” class, I’m mainly taking it to relearn basic chemistry concepts for a program I am working on”

“What is the program you are working on?’’ you asked in a curious tone.

He smiled at your question and further explained, “So basically a few friends and I are making better graphics for chemistry models. For instance, the current software used for chemistry classes at Penn uses old and difficult models to understand. We want to develop a website with accurate and efficient models for student use, and even play around with them more.”

Hearing the passion in his voice made you feel excited for him. He spoke enthusiastically and blissfully. 

“Wow, that’s pretty fascinating. In the past, I avoided using the chemistry websites provided by Penn because the graphics were more difficult to understand. But what made you want to pursue this program?’’

His body is turned towards you, his hazel eyes staring deep into yours. You reciprocate the same body language as his.

“That’s interesting you asked, well, basically one night tutoring a student here. He was showing me the questions he struggled with most on his homework. He had the right answer however when it came to identifying the models, he struggled not because of the lack of comprehension but because the graphics were so shitty” he began to chuckle and you started to laugh. “Anyhow, a few of my friends also expressed how much they hate using the websites. I  initiated to find a solution to this problem in a cs group I co-founded. We are still at the beginner stages, especially me having to work with the “terrible” software, and also learn what exactly I am going to create.”

“The more I speak with you, the more intelligent I realize you are. If I had 30% of your brain, I would be unstoppable,” you said in disbelief. Seeing how solution-based he is made you admire and respect him. 

He laughed at your response “Thank you, enough about me and my fascination with building websites. What are your interests outside of academics?

Taking a deep breath out of your mouth, “Well, I don’t want your expectations to be too high, but mostly dance. I’ve been dancing my entire life, and also cheer.”

“Nice, I can’t dance for shit. And cheer? Hm, do you cheer for Penn?”

“Yes, I am the cheer captain for Penn and I am also co-cheer captain for a little league back home in Baltimore.

Luigi’s eyes widened out of shock, “Oh really, I’m from Towsom. We are practically neighbors!” His voice had a hint of excitement. 

“Omg? Well, it’s nice to have a hangout buddy when going home for break”

The both of you laughed. 

Eventually, you both had to go back to your lab, with little room left for side conversations. Luigi is a fantastic partner, his communication is clear, and he always holds his share in the experiments. In the back of your mind, you were saddened that he’s just your temporary partner, next lab you will be back with Kevin. After finishing up the lab, you and Luigi cleaned up your station. Before he left, you wanted to speak with him one last time. As he was packing up his belongings, you blurted out “Thanks for working with me, you are great to work with, hope to see you around”. A reassuring smile appeared on his face, fuck his smile is a blessing to witness, there was a sparkle in his eye as well.

“I enjoyed myself working with you, likewise. Have a good night y/n”

“Bye!” you shyly said. The rest of the day, you thought about him. You wished you knew more of him. Luigi was in a trance with you, he was geeked to finally interact with you. He never had a radar on girls but he always kept an eye out for you. In his dorm, he found the flier from the football game and for a minute he stared at the pictures of you. Sitting there on his bed, his thought process was shortly interrupted by his roommate opening the door. Luigi immediately put the flier near his pillow, his roommate then started to “bug” him about going to some party, Luigi gave in and threw on his Adidas sweatshirt before leaving.  Arriving at the party, nearly 30% of people were drugged out, drunk, or both. The music was loud, hard for Luigi to produce a conscious thought. 

Immediately, Luigi was greeted by a few friends, slurring their words and offering him a “mystery” drink. Luigi politely declined but walked over to a keg. Indulging in a little beer wouldn’t hurt. In his perpetual sight, he saw a girl running while holding her hand over her mouth. Luigi moved out of the way and behind him he bumped into someone.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that-”

Cutting him “Luigi, hey! I wasn’t expecting to see you here”.

His eyes flashed in shock, for the first few minutes he hadn’t thought of you, you were physically near him.

You wore your cheer uniform, before attending the party, you had a photo shoot for the local news newspaper. 

“Nice outfit, you know gotta represent your team” he laughed. Luigi observed your body silently without coming off as creepy.

Rolling your eyes, “Yeah yeah, thanks”. “What are you drinking?”

“Oh just beer”

“Huh, sorry it’s hard of hearing,” you practically screamed at him

He spoke a little louder, saying “Beer”, the music was blasting incredibly loud, you could feel the vibration ringing in your ears.

Luigi then lowered his head near your ear and said “I am drinking beer”. Something about this interaction turned you on, was it the warmth of his voice crashing to your ear, or was it the fruity intoxicating beverage influencing your brain? Sadly, your friend Shealia left you to play poker with some brainless jocks so you were left all alone. 

“Let’s chit-chat downstairs” you whispered in his ear. 

“Oh ya?” he started to press his tongue into his cheek as he raised his eyebrows. 

“Yeah, follow me”

The both of you moved past the intoxicating young adults, walking down to the basement, the music started to fade. No more distracting vibrance from a speaker was present. 

There were a few people already downstairs, including two pairs of people making out, a guy sitting on the floor as he watched a video, and a group of girls sitting further away. A brown leather couch was available to sit on, you both walked over and sat down.

“Cheers,” you clicked your cup with his.

As he took a small sip of his drink, you fell into a staring match with him. You never blinked or looked away, he did the same. He then squinted his eyes and smiled while hovering his face over his red solo cup.

“You like what you see?”

You blinked your eyes out of shock, not realizing how long you were staring at him. 

“Sorry” 

“Naw, I’m just messing with you”.

Luigi was more relaxed, he wasn’t tippy but the alcohol was slowly easing him down.

You on the other hand were pretty tippy, still having proper consciousness!

“So, what do you want to talk about?” he turned his body to face you, giving you his undivided attention.

Laughter came out of your mouth, and your cheeks turned bright red. It was adorable generally, but he was a little confused. 

“You know my dick head of a partner Kevin in chemistry? I  hate him and I am fucking sad that I have to work with him! I rather fucking work with you because you are so kind and your eyelashes are so pretty I will admit I am jealous of your eyelashes Mr. Mangione”

 Unhinged, you yelled this out, this took Luigi by surprise. You weren’t the type to gossip, however, it was on your chest.

“Damn, I didn’t know you disliked your partner Kevin. Tell me in-depth why you dislike him?” 

“Okay, I have a delicate argument based on why I hate him” you chugged the rest of your beverage. “Hold on, I am going to get more to drink”.

As you attempted to stand up, Luigi grabbed your arm to yank you back down.

“I think you had too much to drink, y/n” 

You pouted your face and gave him saddened puppy eyes.

“But it tastes so good Lu-lu, wait, have you ever been called Lu-lu by your family?”

He laughed at your question, “Ya, my sisters do”

“I like guys who have sisters, it develops the male brain better. Well, at least that I learned in developmental psy”.

“Tell me your argument based on why you hate your partner”

“Oh yeah, 1. He’s in a frat! Guys who are pledged in frat are part of the lowest level of humanity. Mean-hearted, selfish fucking losers who have to practically pay for pussy!”

Luigi was stunned by your language, he was “offended”, put his hand over his heart, and put on a distressed facial expression.

“Wow, it’s unfortunate that you despise guys who pledge into frats. I’m in a frat myself”

Your face was mortified, “There’s no way you are Luigi” “Please tell me that this is a bull face lie”.

Begging on your knees “PLEASE”

“Sorry, but it’s not a lie. Let me show you”

Slapping your hand on your forehead, you waited for Luigi to show you something on his phone.

He places the phone between you and him, adjusts himself to sit closer to you.

On his phone, there appeared to be a picture of him and his fellow frat members posing with their symbol. Immediately your eye found Luigi in the photo. He didn’t have his bright smile, instead a stoic facial expression. He then scrolled on his camera roll to show another picture, swiping his photos too fast, he landed on a group picture of him wearing blue paint all over his body. 

“Oh my god, Luigi is that you with the paint”?

He looked up at you, your eyes were squinted with curiosity.

“Yeah that’s me!” he raised his eyebrows, attempting to hold back his laughter while looking at your crazy-ass facial expression.

“So all of that sexy muscle is underneath your Adidas jacket”

“Um, I guess so.”

“TAKE IT OFF” screaming of desperation peaked through your voice

He laughed out of nervousness, hoping no one was overhearing your conversation.

“No, I’m cold”

You rolled your eyes, “You ruined my entire mood now Lu-lu”

“I’ll show you another time, I promise”

“Pinky promise?” extending your pinky out

He caressed his pinky with yours and you did the same, together you had yourself a deal.

“Please further enlighten me why you dislike your partner”. Luigi kept circling back to this question because he “needed” a reason to hate him. He never spoke to the guy, so any relevant dislike of Kevin would be one-sided. He disliked him because he was your partner, he saw him as cock-blocking him from getting to know you. On the first day of Chemistry, Luigi had the intention to ask you if you want to be lab partners, but Kevin was a little faster than him.

“He flirts with me! It’s gross like he has a girlfriend. He even snapped me a dick pic saying “Will this be enough?”. Kevin is an inappropriate stupid frat boy who will develop into a manchild if he continues.”

Luigi’s eyes widened in disgust, “How low of him. To send an unsolicited dick pic while having a girlfriend is pathetic. Boys like him to make men look bad” his reaction was a little over dramatic but he truly felt everything he said”

“Have you considered asking Professor Kim if you can switch partners? I mean what he is doing is a violation of your consent.” Luigi’s face was gentle and sincere. 

“Then who would be my partner?” Strangely you placed your hand on his thigh.

“You’re looking at him, my partner dropped the class so for all of the labs I just do it solo.”

“Yeah that’s a good idea, hopefully, my wish can be granted”

“It will trust me”

You looked into his eyes again, but there was something different from the first time you made eye contact with him. Despite being drunk, you could pick up on the energy around Luigi. He was a sweetheart, he took time out of his day to talk to you, hearing your crazy rambling drunken rants. You never met anyone like him thus far, his appearance was puppy-like yet assertive. 

After looking at him for 50 seconds straight, a guy came down the stairs yelling at everyone to leave. Struggling while getting up, Luigi catches you in his forearm and he pulls you in close. 

Walking out of the house, the cold air hit your face, you began to shiver and crossed your arms to keep yourself warm. Luigi was still helping you walk straight now using his arm around you. When he looked at your shaking body, he offered you his hoodie. You both stopped walking for him to properly place the jacket on you. 

“Thank you baby” you randomly blurted this out. Luigi didn’t say anything, just smiled to himself.

Before talking to you at your party, Luigi talked with Brandy, a girl who lived in your dorm and was part of the cheer team, so he knew where your dorm is. 

You wrapped your arm near his lower waist. When you were drunk, you became very touchy-feely. When he finally approached your dorm, you took off his jacket. 

“I love talking to you Lu-lu” 

“I enjoy talking with you too”

Standing in front of your dorm door, everything around you fades away. The only thing you cared about was Luigi. He has the same intention, just staring at you in the hallway. 

You placed your hand on his back and leaned for a kiss. While this shocked Luigi tremendously, he quickly reciprocated and kissed you back. Your full lips felt amazing against Luigi’s, it was the best kiss he’d ever received. As he passionately kissed you, he started to touch your lower body and even grabbed your ass. Your short cheer costume rode up with his large hands around your lower half. You didn’t care because this is what you wanted. Luigi wanted this as well, so much anticipation built up for him. From the first time he saw you, surprising your friends at the dining hall. You caught his eye every lecture, not even focusing on the lecture, he would record and listen to it later while staring at you. He watched you at every football game, you were his main attraction. He was truly blessed that Kevin didn’t come to the lab that one day, if he did this moment wouldn’t have been able to happen. 

Sadly, your kiss was interrupted by some girl saying “Oh sorry excuse me”.

Luigi grew angry, giving her a dirty look as she walked away.

You laughed at his reaction, you held his hand and said “I need my sleep, goodnight Lu-lu”.

“Goodnight honey”.

You opened your door and went straight to bed, not even taking off your clothes or your makeup.

Luigi stayed back behind for a few minutes to gather his thoughts. Everything was unexpected but he loved it. Dopamine released in his brain, he walked back to his dorm a happy fellow. Going to bed, before he fell asleep, a feeling of guilt merged into his brain. Recalling that you were drunk and the activity of someone drunk differs from someone who isn't, he went to bed feeling disgusted with the possibility of participating in an action that was motivated by alcohol, not the natural desire of kissing. Little did he know you wanted to kiss him, drunk or not.

xoxoxo

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Favorite Part of your Body

AKA: The Butts, Boobs, or Legs argument with the NXX men

Ask box is open for event and requests

Cw: Suggestive,

Vyn x fem!Reader, Luke x fem!Reader, Marius x fem!reader, Artem x fem!reader,

Vyn Richter

Legs 

Hands down, Vyn “Probably a Red Flag” Richter is a legs person

You in a short skirt and a pair of 2+ inch strappy heels is a wet dream for him

When he finally sees the real thing, Vyn.exe has stopped working. He’s torn between showing you off and hiding you away, Or skipping whatever engagement was planned and seeing if you want to fuck like rabbits instead

He’s an educated man, but he is a man

Luke Pearce

If you asked him this, he’d have to think for a second

On one hand, boobs make good pillows on the other hand, butts. Just butts

In the end he has to go with butts. They’re great for watching and great for touching, how can he complain?

Marius von Hagen

His response was “Can I pick all three?” “No.” “Ok, fiiine, boobs”

They’re oft and generally round and make great pillows

He loves to rest his head on your boobs after a long day

He has definitely asked if could paint them, like in the “Paint me like your French girls” scene in Titanic

Your response was something along the lines of “Marius! Von! Hagen!”

“What?! They’re nice!”

He eventually relented, resolving to convince you one day

Artem Wing

Another legs person (though he won't complain about any part of you)

I mean, they’re on display to some extent all day every day

He’s very respectful about it, but some dark and horny corner of his mind would really like to see you in a much shorter skirt

Your legs feature very prominently in some of his secretary-boss roleplay fantasies 

Not that he would tell you that (he totally does, after you two have been together for a while. You blush but are happy to oblige)

[bishopsbeloved]

she’d be with you 💌

lucy gray baird x fem reader

mornings spent with Lucy Gray and the Covey

supposed to be a drabble but got away from me a bit lol, so much fluff, maude ivory’s a little gem, i ❤️ the covey, hayley williams inspired as per, 1.1k words

Even when you can’t find Lucy Gray, you know she won’t have gone far.

You’ll still always frown when you wake to an empty bed, though. Waking in her arms is your favourite way to start the day.

Rays of gentle light stream in through the window. Lucy Gray has arranged little crystalline trinkets on the windowsill which, when caught just right by the sun, send rainbows dancing across the room. That’s how your bedroom looks this morning as you tug on one of Lucy Gray’s blouses and pad barefoot downstairs, into the Covey’s kitchen.

Barb Azure’s sat at the round wooden table, patiently teaching Maude Ivory how to read. She’s been making progress, in fairness. These things just take time.

“Mornin’,” Barb Azure greets you, and then looks to Maude Ivory. “Y’know how to spell that?”

“M-O-R-N-I-N,” Maude Ivory answers proudly.

You laugh softly. “There’s a G on the end o’that, baby.”

“No there ain’t,” she protests, and looks to Barb Azure, who only nods. “Well why’ve you gotta add it if you ain’t even say it?”

“It’s just… there.” Barb Azure pauses. “I don’t know, s’not my language, just write it down.” Maude Ivory reluctantly obliges, grumbling.

“You seen Lu?” you ask Barb Azure, and her lips curl up into a smile.

“You are so predictable—”

“Don’t tease,” you beg, “‘s too early.”

“Alright, alright,” she laughs. “She went out at the ass crack o’dawn with her guitar, I’m guessin’ she’s down at the Meadow.”

“How’d you spell ass? There a Y in there?” Maude Ivory asks curiously.

“Not telling.” Barb Azure turns back to you. “Muffins’re fresh if you want any.”

You hum your appreciation, taking one for yourself and one for Lucy Gray, mindful of how she can forget herself when she’s making music. She gets so absorbed in her songwriting that eating will often slip her mind.

You pad down the grassy path to the Meadow, barefoot and on your tip-toes. The walk is serene, filled only by the idle chatter of Lucy Gray’s mockingjays; the snowdrops lining the route kiss your ankles as you pass them. A rabbit — no, a hare — runs fleetingly across your path, and you smile. A good omen, you know Lucy Gray would say if she was by your side. (No matter what you’re doing, your thoughts are filled with her. She’s so soft, she’s so lovely, she makes your world go round.)

When you reach the Meadow, Lucy Gray is perched on a rock, guitar in hand. She gently plucks away at it, lost in her own melodies, just as you predicted. She’s usually observant without even really trying to be, she’ll often cotton onto events in the room before you, but today she’s so far succumbed to the writing process that you take her by surprise as you approach. A pleasant surprise, you’d wager, seeing how her face breaks into a smile more precious than any jewel you can think of.

“Hi, baby,” she says, her voice still filled with the raspiness the morning brings, and it sends a pleasant little shiver down your spine. “That my blouse?”

You shrug sheepishly. “Smells of you. Woke up alone, I was missin’ you.”

“You’re so cute,” she grins lazily, patting the empty space beside her. “C’mere.”

You oblige happily, settling down next to her. You produce Barb Azure’s muffins from the folds of your skirt and offer one to her.

“Oh, thank you,” Lucy Gray’s eyes light up, “I was starving.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you grin. “What you playing?”

“Oh,” her cheeks turn ever so slightly red, in the way that they only ever do around you. “Uhm, it’s not finished, darlin’, don’t stress it.”

“No, it sounded sweet,” you protest. “Go on, Lu.”

“Well, it’s supposed to be about you,” she admits. The colour of her cheeks only grows more prominent. “Only I can’t get it right.”

“Sounded right to me,” you say gently, “sounded gorgeous, Lu.”

“Yeah, but you’re meant to say that.” Lucy Gray leans in to lovingly nudge her nose into your cheek. “You’re my girl.”

You laugh loudly at that. “Maybe, but you know I’d tell you if you brought a bad song to me. Only reason I haven’t is cause you’ve never done it yet.”

“Yet.” She glowers at you playfully. “Today’s the day, I fear.”

“Enough,” you grumble. “Just play the song, baby. It’s about me, I have a right to hear it.”

She hesitates before ultimately giving in. She can never say no to you, and she was going to play this song for you eventually, only more… polished. She picks up her guitar, slides its capo back onto the fifth fret and begins to play. The melody is gentle and plucked, sweet in a way that’s reminiscent of but not as harsh as honey; it’s a subtle nectar, soft to the ear, soothing to the soul.

There was a bird who never flew,

But she still kept all of her feathers

So she could pluck ‘em out for you

And you could wear them in your hair, and

She’d be with you

Lucy Gray’s voice is hushed, and she trembles ever so slightly, as if the chords are hymns, as if the words are holy. When she’s finished, she looks up at you bashfully, her big brown eyes the warmest pools of love.

“‘S’all I got so far,” she says, “the other verses won’t go together right. Can’t make sense of it.”

“What are you talkin’ on, Lu,” you manage, eyes brimming with tears. “That was— you’re so—”

“Awh, baby,” she laughs, and pulls you into her arms. “You’re real sweet.”

“You’re the sweetest,” you tell her tearfully, and she kisses your forehead.

“I’m bein’ serious, though, I can never properly explain how I feel for you. Not in speech or song or anythin’. You’re the first thing in this life that’s stumped me.” Lucy Gray cradles you closer to her, littering little kisses across your hairline now.

“I think you made a good start,” you sniffle from where you’re nestled against her neck.

“Yeah, but it’s not enough. It won’t ever be enough, y’know? I don’t think there’s words for it.” She pauses. “You feel it too, right?”

“I do,” you confirm, holding her face ever so gently between your palms, “you’re so precious to me I can’t explain.”

“Exactly.” Her fingers trace gentle shapes on the skin of your shoulder. “I’ll keep tryin’ till the day I die, though.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes longer, utterly cocooned in one another, in love in a way that even bards cannot describe. And when you break apart, Lucy Gray Baird begins to thread flowers and feathers into the braids of your hair, and whispers promises that she’ll be with you forever.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

500 BUMBLEBEES!!!

I can't believe it, thank you all so much!!! 🩷🐝

Thanks for all the support, the incredible interactions and the all the love ❤️

As a celebration, I'm opening my requests!!

Or if you have any questions about me or my stories, that is always welcome too!

(I'm sorry it's not more creative, but I didn't know what to do :(()

They're open now for all of these cuties <33

I'm mostly anticipating requests for Leon, Bale!Bruce and maybe some for COD.

GO NUTS!! (all within reason of course)

I don't know how long I'll leave them open, I'll let you all know!

I hope this is somewhat acceptable as a celebration :)

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH I LOVE ALL OF YOU.

[faroreskiss]

Make Me a Pie

Read on Ao3

Welp, there it is.

This monster of almost 9k words lemony one shot fic is what @chainsofgoldandash ‘s Warriors AI* inspired me to do, after fiddling around with it for a bit. I hope you all enjoy this!

Summary: You get back to Castle Town after an assignment, and when you are back it is time to try something for the first time with Link. And also, what happens right after. Pairing: Fem!Higher Ranking Officer!Reader x Warriors Warnings: Creampie (no breeding kink), slight domination, teasing, edging, established relationship, name calling (nothing offensive), implied BJ, fingering, horrible puns if it was not obvious from the title, a bit of fluff, power play, uno reverse etc. Words: 8k something (I know) MINORS DNI

It’s been around a month since you left Castle Town due to your assignment as an escort and expert to the scholars for another assessment of artifacts that surfaced recently, and you just got back. As you walked to reach your quarters, you made note of the soldiers saluting you or making way, acknowledging them firmly yet in a friendly way.

Of course, they would. You were their superior officer after all, their colonel, even if today was your day off. Honestly, you were intimidating to most of the Castle Town even when you were in civilian clothing.

When you reached your room for a change of clothes and closed the door behind you, you couldn’t help but remember the conversation you had with Link, before you left. About finally trying… that. Yes… But first, you also needed to go and see him. Wearing a crimson red tunic with black buttons with a black belt over your waist, his favorite outfit on you, you knew,  you went out and asked the nearby foot soldier about the Captain’s whereabouts. 

“He is at the training grounds, sir!” 

“At ease, soldier. I’m off duty today.”

And then, there you were. Looking across the training field, seeing him instruct the soldiers, metal clashing against metal. His body moving in ways you are used to seeing in battle, nothing out of ordinary for you, but particularly today it simply turned you on. You unconsciously licked your lips as you watched the training, waiting for him to finish up. 

He noticed you as he was dismissing the soldiers for their break, and walked towards you with a knowing glint in his eyes. 

“Like what you see, Colonel?” 

“Now, now, is that how you act with a superior officer, Captain?” you mocked a serious glare, as if you were mad at him for being so casual with you in front of other people, even if they are sufficiently further away. But then you had a slight smirk on your face, obviously happy and amused to see your boyfriend in training. 

He chuckled, drawing closer in, his arm pulling you against him, almost like he couldn't help himself. With one arm wrapped around you, his free hand brushed against your chin, raising your head to gaze at him. His eyes were a warm amber hue, but something more.

The way he looked at you was almost as though he didn't think he deserved your love. His lips parted, his tongue sweeping the words out over his plump, soft lips. 

“What I see is a beautiful civilian girlfriend of mine which I haven’t seen in forever.”

You tried to not show how the words coming out of his mouth were affecting you in ways he could absolutely imagine, so you decided to tease him instead.

“You really can't wait to be alone with me again, can you? It’s just been a couple of weeks,”

He chuckled once more, his head lowering until his lips were barely a few millimeters near yours. His gaze was full of adoration and love, and maybe a tinge of desire. "It's been weeks too long, and as much as it pains me, I don't want you to leave me again."

His fingers threaded through your silky hair, playing as he raised your face to look upon him, your eyes meeting with a warm, loving glow as he moved even closer, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a comforting blanket.

"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic, I didn't leave you, I was just away for business~" you said as you closed the distance between each other, giving him a small cute peck on his lips, and then burying your head to the crook of his neck. Other than having a reputation to uphold in public, you were actually a little bit shy with all these public displays of affection.

His cheeks darkened ever so slightly, his fingers gliding through your hair as you buried your face against his chest. A soft chuckle left him, and his head tilted as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, gently ruffling your hair as he did, after seeing nobody else was looking your way. 

"I don't care what the reason is, it's a crime to keep a beauty like yourself waiting. Or am I being too dramatic?" He teased, a grin on his lips as he looked down upon you. Smooth little thing he was. You playfully hit him in the chest as you pulled away, muttering “Silly” as you did so with the slight blush creeping up to your cheeks.

“Well, this beauty needs some of the castle town pies!” 

His eyes lit up, a knowing smile spreading across his lips, hinting at something more "I'm sure my favorite person deserves their favorite pies; you don't have to ask me twice~" He jested, as he held out his hand to you. As you were making your way to your favorite bakery, you two were the symbol of elegance. From the way he was holding your hand, sometimes gently holding you from your waist, him in his uniform and you in your tunic dress, you were both looking equally charismatic and serious. 

The town was used to you two lovebirds, and thought about how you were his superior officer and what type of relationship dynamics it would create, but nobody dared to tease any of you, other than the civilian folks giving you smiles as you passed by, and the soldiers saluting Link in this case (but really both of you), as they knew of your heroic deeds.

They knew you could make every single soldier in town squirm with just a look, you were a fierce warrior. A bit too fierce, perhaps. But when you were with him…

“Hey Link?”

He looked over to you, the way his eyes met yours was almost intoxicating. "Yes, (Y/N)?" He asked, slowing his pace slightly to listen to you better. 

“...Can we have ice cream too?”

He saw your eyes, you almost looked like you were giving him the puppy eyes. The contrast was not lost on him, but he knew you.  "My love, if you want ice cream, then we shall have ice cream, ”

It pleased you so much that you could show your soft side to him without judgment. Rest of the Castle Town knew you as this stoic logical level headed strong woman with unmatchable knowledge in ancient magics, but to him, you were his little kitten.

He chuckled, moving his free hand to your side once more, and tucking it around the curve of it, his body brushing against yours in a gentle touch as he walked. His eyes moved over your features, a gentle smile on his lips. As he moved closer, his voice quieter, and his words as soft as he could make them. "When we return to the castle, I have a few surprises for you, my darling.”

“Hmm…” you hummed, “I’m only open to surprises if I like the pie and the ice cream,” you teased him, pretending that you weren’t curious one bit.  "Aww, come on, love. All this training has been hard work, I'd like to see the woman I love smile," He laughed gently, squeezing your hand.

His head tilted, as he walked he seemed to study you, and your outfit caught his attention. His eyes were a warm, golden hue. "Your outfit looks rather nice today," He commented, a small grin on his lips. "But I believe it is more to do with who is wearing it, than the clothing itself..." He teased playfully. Slick little thing.

You blinked surprised at his compliment even though you shouldn’t have been, and a smile escaped you "Well.. aren't you quite the gentleman today? Thank you~ " you chuckled. Gods, you couldn’t believe how you were acting like a little teenage girl whenever you were with him. And your conversation from before you left kept replaying in your hand. How you talked about you have been tracking your cycle with all that extra temperature data and such. How you guys now could actually**… Oh well, no matter. 

A soft chuckle escaped him, his grin remaining on his lips as he moved. "It's my greatest pleasure to compliment a woman as stunning and beautiful as you," He said, looking down upon you. "But I'm not done yet, my darling. And as for gentleness, well, I know just how to be rough with my kitten," he added slyly. He seemed to be in a particularly playful mood as he led you towards the bakery, his hand still grasped with yours. He opened the door for you as well with his other hand.

Oh he absolutely remembered that conversation too.

“Yay, pie time!” you practically beamed at seeing the counter, feeling a little bit embarrassed at your own reaction. His eyes gleamed with a warm, loving glow as he did see how excited you were, a soft smile on his lips. "Anything in particular you are craving?" He asked you softly.

Ah, but when he said it like that, phrased it in such a particular way… He must have been practically begging to hear what you whispered into his ear next. "I am craving a very particular flavor of pie right now, but I think it's only available in very exclusive private chambers," you winked at him as you softly said the the words to his ears in a way only he could hear, then you looked through the counter and a particular pumpkin pie got your eye.

"There, the pumpkin pie. It looks delicious!" you continued as what you said was the most casual thing ever. 

He chuckled softly, a sly, playful gleam in his eyes as he placed his lips on your ear and whispered a reply.

"Then may I be your baker tonight?"

His words were barely understandable, the volume low. He lifted his head once more, offering his usual warm smile, his gaze full of love and tenderness, as well as a deep, intimate hunger, as though only you could satisfy him from this very moment onward.

You didn’t answer him at first, waiting to get the pie and to move to the small table in the corner of the bakery. As you sat down and took a bite from the pie, gods it was delicious, you stared into his eyes, in a very particular way. He made you suddenly feel bold about what you could say. 

“My baker, huh?” You trailed off for a second, before continuing, "Yes... though only if you serve…" you finished your sentence as you swallowed your piece of pie “...cream pies” 

His eyes widened only briefly, a soft chuckle escaping him at your boldness and quick wit. His head tilted slightly, his voice a soft whisper across the very small table, and whispered a reply.

"Then the baker will serve you cream pies any time you desire it."

You felt a chill down your spine. You were right, he did remember your conversation from a month ago. He was going to do it, and it was going to happen today. You were bubbling with excitement, trying not to show it as you both ate your pies.

Meanwhile, you both tried to casually talk about what happened during your assignment, caught up on some unimportant looking details. 

He listened to you talk, his gaze flickering about the room as though looking for a distraction from the thoughts you were implanting in his mind.

Eventually, his attention was piqued by something that caused his face to widen, and the corners of his lips curl upward in a half-smile. "Oh, (Y/N)...if you only knew what that phrase insinuated," He whispered softly, as a gleam lit up his eyes. 

His eyes remained upon you as he took a bite of the pie, as though waiting for you to catch on to what he was hinting at. He was really silly sometimes, he just got what you meant?! You didn’t get this man sometimes. Fine, then, you were going to use this opening.

"Which phrase, my little pumpkin?" you said as you feigned total ignorance, a smirk at the corner of your lips. "Tsk, I would've thought a woman as clever as you would catch on, but since my kitten is playing with me..." He teased, his voice as warm and smooth as ever. "The baker serving cream pies...well, it means something entirely different than what you may think," He said, lowering his voice in a suggestive manner. His eyes were enchanting, and at that moment he seemed to glow with a warmth that you found utterly irresistible.

The way you called you “kitten” was making you remember things that would make you redder than a moblin. 

“Oh really? I would have absolutely no idea about what a cream pie would mean..." you mocked a shocking expression  "Maybe you should explain it to me, no, demonstrate it to me later, since I'm so clueless and all" you teased him back, just playing along. He did notice your reaction at his use of the word “kitten”, of course he did. 

Because a grin spread across his lips, his gaze moving to the way your lips curled upward with a small smirk at the corners.

"Oho, my kitten is asking for a demonstration?" He said softly. "Perhaps I'll do just that if you behave yourself in the meantime, and finish that piece of pie for me..." He whispered, a glint in his eyes as he moved to take another bite of the pie. His gaze then turned towards you once more, that soft smile on his lips, that flirtatious gleam in his eyes as he looked at you.

You locked your eyes with him as you gulped, swallowing and finishing your pie "Then maybe... We should go somewhere more... private? You know, so that I can get the demonstration.” 

His eyes were full of a lust that couldn't be hidden even as he bit down upon the piece of pie he was eating, his teeth tearing into the soft, flaky pastry. His eyes glanced down to you, his brows arching as though he knew it wasn't the pie you wanted. He took your hand, and kissed it softly.

"You're quite the eager kitten...I do love how much enthusiasm you have for the things you desire," he said as he led you away from the bakery, a slight grin on his lips.

“Oh, are you going to bake a cream pie just for me?” you asked with feigned innocence yet with a hint of flirtiness as you walked out to the streets of the Castle Town. 

He chuckled seductively, placing a hand upon your hip as he moved through the streets, your cheeks flushing as his previous words hit you right where he intended them to. Your breath hitched in your throat slightly, your gaze flicking about his features, his eyes catching yours.

"Oh? Are you asking about a demonstration, little kitten?" He whispered softly, his voice full of that deep, intimate hunger, as he kissed your shoulder, and his free hand moved to grasp your rear as he walked.

You were kind of drifting into your own head, thinking about what would happen if you were alone in a room with him after weeks of… yearning. You missed him so much, and the novelty of what was being talked about was making you soak your panties. 

“Mmmm… Maybe… I really would like this cream pie.” you said softly yet directly, but also a bit shyly, you were in public after all.

His grip tightened around your rear, as his fingers moved into the skin and pulled in a soft, gentle way. His head tilted as he kissed your shoulder, his words just a whisper. "You are a naughty kitty, asking for it like that."

He moved to kiss your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. "When we get back, this kitten will get her cream pie." He whispered, his voice almost a purr as he moved to nibble your neck. As you enjoyed his nibble on your neck, you also felt a bit uncomfortable as you were still in public, you were really eager to finally go somewhere private.

He seemed to understand your unease, and kissed your cheek as he took your hand. He walked out of the town, leading you to the door of his house, his body brushing against yours, his eyes full of hunger as they looked up to you.

His fingers intertwining in yours, he led you to the door, his mouth lingering on your cheek as he unlocked it. He opened the door for you, and stepped aside.

"After you, my love," He followed behind you, closing the door softly. You both took off your boots.

The house was dark, and quiet...yet your senses seemed to be awake, and your pulse quickened as you stepped inside. His arm was suddenly around your waist, his body pressed up closely against yours, and suddenly he pushed you towards the wall, taking you by surprise. 

His lips brushed yours softly as he spoke once more, his words whispering as they left his lips. "My kitten asked for a demonstration...but perhaps I should let her wait until she is ready for it?" He teased, a grin on his lips.

"Mhm.." a soft sound escaped your lips as you felt him close, really wanting him to kiss you.

"This kitten... missed you so much"

Now, if only people knew how this stoic, intimidating woman like you would whimper, when she was with this particular man, behind closed doors… How she was just “the kitten” that belonged to him. How she would do anything he wanted.

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a smile once more. His head tilted, and his eyes moved over your features like he couldn't get enough of them.

His tongue brushed your lips, and his voice turned to a whisper. "Well-perhaps if this kitten begs harder for me to demonstrate it all, I might not make her wait..."  His voice was almost seductive. He moved a finger slowly underneath your chin, tilting it upwards, but keeping himself from kissing you. 

"But didn't you miss your little kitten?" you asked your voice full of lust with feigned innocence, playing along with his tease.

He pushed you a bit more against the wall, "I've missed my kitten every single minute of her time away," He said softly, his words warm and gentle. His gaze drifted to your lips again, and he moved towards you in a way that almost seemed natural. "And she knows how much I have missed her...and how I feel now that I see her again...how I want to devour her...how I want her to devour me..." He whispered, his voice a soft purr. His face remained close to yours as he spoke softly, his words filled with a deep, intimate hunger and desire.

"You know I love it when you are filled with desire...when you need me, when you want me, when you need me...when you need me..." he said as his voice almost a whisper. And despite the restraint he seemed to show, there was a raw and primal desire in him just waiting to be unleashed.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as he pressed you against the wall, feeling the desire swell within you, his voice awakening things in you that were not possible

"I... missed you, I missed feeling you so much..." you told him as you desperately tried to reach to his lips, to get him to kiss you. You wanted him right now, why was he doing this?

There was silence as he heard your words, and felt your hands reaching out to touch the skin that covered his lips. The primal desire rose like a tide within his veins, his body reacting in a way he could not control. He moved his lips to yours, finally indulging in the kiss that he had been dying for. His voice remained soft and hushed, and his hands wrapped around your body. His tongue danced with yours, his hunger for you evident in every movement. And despite wanting nothing more than to consume you, there was also a gentle, loving care in him that couldn't be ignored. Finally getting the kiss you wanted after weeks, you let yourself melt in his embrace, you let him take command. A soft yet very intense moan escaped your lips as your hands brushed through his blonde locks as he kissed you.

The moment his lips met with yours, a deep pleasure seemed to run through him, as though he was finally complete once more. His body moved instinctively to guide you to the wall, his lips moving to brush against your ear. "I've dreamt of you, my love," He whispered, his lips brushing your ear lightly. "I've dreamt of this moment again and again, imagining the touch of your lips." He moved his lips back to yours, his hands moving to grip the back of your neck, as though he wanted to press you closer. You were simply melting helplessly in his kiss and embrace, as he was consuming you. You could feel how much he missed you. As he pressed you to the wall, and his body to you, you could feel his bulge growing, also becoming harder during your kiss, pressing on you exactly on the right spots. 

His lips trailed along your throat, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers traced a path up your thigh, gently pressing you against the wall with a hint of urgency, as he slid his hand under your dress, his finger tracing your heat, teasingly taking his time there.

His voice remained a hushed murmur, carrying a mix of longing and passion. "My love," he murmured, his words a delicate caress against your ear. “Look how wet you are…” he whispered as his other hand was right on top of your right breast. “Just for me, just waiting for me to fill you made you this wet?” The whispered words danced across your senses, igniting a fiery warmth that coursed through your veins and to between your legs. If you have been wet before, now you were soaking.

"Link..." you moaned his name as you listened to him whisper the dirtiest words you could hear from him. You were getting so impatient, why wasn’t he taking you right here, right now?

His voice remained a whisper, but his words were spoken directly into your ear. They brushed against your ear like an intimate whisper, a caress that felt like his lips.

"My kitten..." He whispered, his one hand still caressing you just the right way over your panties. His voice was so gentle, but the words...it seemed as though he had some control over your very soul with the way he spoke.

"..I will fill you up..."He whispered seductively. “...right there.” he finished his sentence and his finger made a mock motion of trying to penetrate you through your panties. 

You couldn’t help but moan, damn you Link, you thought to yourself, but what came out of you was only “Link, please…”. His voice became hushed, his lips moving along your ear as he spoke to you.

"My kitten's wet for me, she wants me....she needs me." 

The heat in his voice could be felt on your skin, with the way he spoke. His voice was a soft lure, enticing you like no one had. There was power in his voice, as he seemed to have control over you. You tried to speak back to him, to get him to continue and ease this endless teasing, to have mercy on you "Yes... Yes... I want you..." you told him as you moaned between each word, feeling him move his hands on you and then said another word, hoping it would urge him to advance "Please..." you were almost begging him. This was worse than eternal torture. You loved it, yet you wanted more. 

His voice was a quiet, whispered caress against your ear, as he moved your panties to the side with his hands, and stuck a finger in you so easily, curling it just for the right spot, as his palm pressed onto your clit, making you moan his name again. "Do you want me to fill you?" He whispered. "Do you want me to make you feel good?”

It was a deep and primal question, one that made you feel a certain kind of way just hearing. The tone in his voice said it all, and the hunger in his eyes was the answer to all of your prayers. He had a deep desire for you, a need that could not be sated by anything else. But he needed to hear you say it, or he was not going to give it to you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing and how much it was turning you on, if such a thing was even possible. You were still pressed against the wall by his body, not even in a bedroom. As his hand moved over your center, you squirmed in pure pleasure and replied "By the Three, YES, PLEASE" as your patience ran out.

His voice remained a whisper, to your frustration, but his words were like a stab of pleasure to your core, as though he was attacking you with his seductiveness, with the way he spoke to you. His finger went out of you, now simply trailing along your clit, teasingly applying pressure but not quite enough.  “Huh…” he almost huffed, “I can touch and feel exactly how much you want me…” he said as he noticed how swollen it was, how wet it was.

It felt almost torturous. "Tell me, kitten...how does it feel? He asked softly. "How does it feel knowing you belong to me?"

"I... I want more..." you managed to get out between your moans "I.. I belong to you so please..." At this point, you felt like you would say anything for him to take you upstairs and continue what you two started. 

"Oh, my kitten…” He whispered, his voice so sensual and seductive. His middle and ring fingers were applying a little bit more pressure now, sending you waves of pleasure through your core. “But that was not my question, was it?” he continues, his voice seemingly like a drug, as if each line was a pure and primal pleasure filled with desire. You would do anything for more of that sweet drug.

“It feels… amazing… I’m yours, I’m yours, so please…” you whispered back to him, squirming under the pleasure you get from the movement of his hands, you couldn't take it anymore, you needed him "Link, Link please... let's..." you tried to say, as his lips found yours once again. 

"By the Three..." He whispered, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Let's go upstairs” he almost commanded. His hand moved to your breasts, his fingers lightly squeezing them, but then teasingly pinching your nipple. You knew that he was trying to control himself, yet he desperately wanted you, his desire for you a fire at the back of his eyes, at the back of his mind. Each moment in your presence fueled him with that desire, and he could no longer hold it back. His mouth moved to your ear once more. As he said "Shall we?" you couldn’t do anything but nod frantically. "Come." he said, pushing his control over you. You were his kitten now, in his possession. He moved to pick you up, as if he was almost too strong to do so. He took you in his strong arms bridal style, and carried you up the stairs, the way he walked being so casual. Yet you could feel his desire for you burn like a flame within him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. His step was steady and calm, but you could feel his desire. And you were right where you wanted to be– in the crook of his arm, his lips so close to reach. He stopped in front of his room, and kicked the door open with a single foot. He carried you and walked inside, his arm still holding you as he walked. "My kitten wants me so much?" He purred in your ear, his voice like an invitation, as though he were saying. "Oh well, let's not make her wait any longer."

You were a woman of logic, a woman who was supposed to be level headed. Some people even found you intimidating. But with this man, you were completely different. You just wanted to do whatever he wanted, just to feel him over and over again. As he put you on the bed, you took the opening and made a move towards his belt on his tunic, trying to unbuckle it with your fingers, trembling from the anticipated pleasure. You noticed that he didn’t have his chainmail under this time already, which made you sigh in relief for a moment.

His hand moved to your shoulder, pushing you back.. "Kitten, no." He whispered seductively. “Let me give you what you want." He moved closer to you, his head near your ear. 

"Just relax, and leave this to me."

You protested with a look, yet you couldn't deny his offer either. He held some type of power over you that you couldn't fathom. "Fine~" you said softly yet flirtingly, as you let him push you down to the bed and watched him unbuckle his belt. The sound of unbuckling the belt just made you want him more. He didn’t take anything else off, however.

It was as if he knew what you wanted, and he was going to give you every last drop of it. His fingers moved to your wrists, pulling your arms down onto the bed. His voice was like an incantation, as though he was casting a spell over you.

“Relax, kitty...let me take care of you… I take good care of what I own” He whispered, his voice a hushed purr. He kissed your neck softly, his tongue grazing your skin as he slowly moved his hand down your body, under your dress.

His whisper went lower, and he caressed your thighs. "Just wait, little kitten..." He said, as his free hand moved to your dress, undoing the few buttons on it. "All of this is mine..."

As he finally unbuttoned all of them, you actually took the dress off of yourself, giving him the positive signal he was looking for. You couldn't help but try to move a little, trying to also give him the pleasure he was about to give you.

"Yes.. yes my love, I'm yours and only yours." you almost moaned the words.

His eyes glanced at you as you made the move to take your shirt off. It was as if seeing you take it off yourself gave him some kind of pleasure, as his expression lightened up with a small, almost devilish grin. His eyes were glued on your body. And as you took off your shirt, he began caressing your breasts, 

"Oh, my kitten..." He whispered, his voice almost a whimper, as if he was trying to control himself, but your presence around him was making it all too difficult. He was on top of you, and as one of his hands trailed down to start rubbing on your clit again, his lips closed itself around your nipple. This was pure bliss for you. You couldn’t stop moaning his name, as he was edging you closer to an orgasm, but not giving you the exact push you needed.

But at least, you were finally getting your composure back, most likely due to your impatience, yet as he alternated between your nipples as he sucked them, twirled his tongue around them, you couldn't think straight "Link... my love... Please don't make me wait much longer..." you told him as you tried to reach the button of his tunic, wanting him to strip as well. 

A small chuckle escaped him, as though he felt amused by the situation. He looked back at you.  "Don't rush me, kitten...we have all the time in the world...I'm going to make sure that you feel good until you can’t feel anything at all." He whispered, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of exploding with passion. His hand held your wrist, preventing you from making the move he wanted you to make.

As he pinned you down from your wrists on to the bed, you let out a frustrated moan, you wanted to see him naked too, as he was seeing you "Link..." you gave him a lustful look, squirming under his hold. 

"Oh, what is the matter, kitten? What are you so desperate to see, hmm?" He whispered, his voice still so soft and gentle, yet filled with power at the same time. "Tell me, my love."He asked softly.

"I'm going to take my sweet time, so I hope you can handle it, okay?" He said without waiting for your reply, his hand moving over your neck. "I have so much love for you, and I'm going to give it all to you..all at once..." He whispered in your ear, as he slowly pushed your panties towards your thighs, and then took them off. 

Of course you were powerful enough to break free of his hold, if you really wanted to and he knew that. Yet, you enjoyed this. You enjoyed his power over you.

"Take off your clothes, I want to see you...as you are..." you tried asking, like that was the only thing you could do and continued "You are teasing me so much, I'm not sure how much more I can... ah..." you could feel once again his middle and ring fingers circling your clit just like you needed it. 

"Okay, I think you deserve this much, at the very least." He whispered, his voice still soft, and yet filled with desire. His hand then slowly moved to his tunic, moving to unbutton it. His eyes were glued on your every move, as though this was something he had been planning for a very long time.

He moved to take it off, moving to sit on top of you, his skin warm and inviting. "Here...I'll let you take the lead this time...let's see how well you can handle me." He whispered seductively. 

As he sat on top of you, you helped him slide the tunic off his body, leaving him only with his trousers and you noticed how big his bulge had gotten. And there he was, with his impressive torso, you couldn't help but pull him to you with a powerful grip, letting your bodies touch each other as you kissed him.

"Oops.." you chuckled, realizing you pulled him to yourself a bit too suddenly, a bit too strongly.

"Oh, so eager?~" He whispered, his voice sounding amused like he was almost playing a game with you.

"I hope you don't get scared by what I have in store for you." His words sounded like a dare. "But maybe you'll want to take a look, my kitten?" He asked, his voice dripping with a hint of a challenge. This time you took it as a signal, moving your hands down his body as your fingers trailed from his back and then to his crotch and then above, where his belt was. This time, you were able to unbuckle it, and you helped him take off his pants as well. Now it was him in his underwear, as he was on his knees on the bed. "Good...my kitten is learning." He whispered, his voice sounding pleased. "Oh, (Y/N)..."

Your hands moved to the front of his underwear, as though you were ready to get right down and dirty. His body moved closer so that your bodies touched, his lips brushing against your ear as his tongue moved to the back of your neck. 

"Do you like what you see, kitten?” He whispered seductively, one of his fingers easily sticking into you again

"I..." you trailed off as your hands slowly moved to his briefs, tugging down at his underwear, trying to subtly put them down as his lips brushed against your ear. 

"Do you want to taste it?" 

The words were spoken so softly, and yet filled with such an intense amount of lust and desire. His voice held so much power over you, it seemed. His fingers were still in you, his voice almost a purr, as though he enjoyed what he was doing. 

"Yes" went out of your lips with such a sharp tone, that he could see his kitten was becoming a tiger.

"Take a look, then." he said, with a hint of amusement. His voice was gentle, as though he was still trying to tease you. Yet you could still feel the fire within him, the desire for you burning inside his core.

"Go on..." He said seductively, the words sounding like a command, as though he was challenging you to take the lead, to make the move that you wanted to make. As you slid his underwear down, you found yourself staring at his completely exposed body for a moment, his defined muscles, his intact foreskin. Hint of precum from his exposed head. You unconsciously licked your lips. 

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He whispered, his voice sounding amused, teasing you, yet it was obvious even he had a limit, his eyes were glued on yours.

 "Go ahead and take it...it's all yours."

As you moved your hand and grabbed his cock exactly as he wanted, you pulled the skin on it back and forth, listening to his moans and then pulling him into another kiss as you stroked him. Then you slowly went down, never breaking eye contact as you did so, and slowly started to trail your tongue from down his shaft to his tip. 

His body reacted strongly to your touch, his hips moving as though he wanted you on him. His breath was shaky and deep, as though he was struggling to control himself "Good...girl.." He said mixed with his moans, as your hands and mouth alternated in pleasuring him. Sometimes taking it all at once, sometimes just sucking on the tip, sometimes sensually licking along his shaft as you strongly grabbed his toned ass and hips.

"Do you like that my love? Should I continue?" you asked him teasingly between his pants and your pent up desire as you teasingly pretended to stop for a second or two. 

His breath was shaky and quick as you teased him. "I-" He groaned, his voice trembling. "I..." He groaned again. "Oh..please...keep going, please.." He moaned. "It feels so..so good."

And there it was. He could also see you smirk as you were slowly taking back control. It was his fault really, he ended up edging himself to the point that now it was him that was squirming under your touch

"Yeah? Just like..." you said seductively as you twirled your tongue on his tip and then made eye contact as you kept stroking him "...that?"

"Yes.." He groaned, his breath shaky. "Just like.." He groaned again, his body squirming in pleasure. "It feels so-" "Oh, gods.." He moaned out one more time. "Don't stop...please don't stop." He whispered, the desire in his voice clear. He wanted you more than anything- “I want you… now,” He whispered it sharply, like a command.

As you heard his words, you pushed him down to the bed and climbed on top of him, directly looking into his eyes "Oho~ Looks like your kitten has taken control, what will you do now?" you said teasingly. You were grinding your wetness directly along his shaft, staying a bit longer when your clit and his tip made contact, excruciatingly slowly yet hard enough, and it was pushing you both to the edge.

"Just wait a moment, (Y/N)..." He said, his tone still sounding almost as though he were playing a game with you. His fingers moved trailed along your hips, his voice still calm and steady.

"I think I shall take you where I want you to be..” was what came out of his plump soft lips as he gripped your hips. 

"Now, kitten..turn around." He whispered seductively, his voice sounding as though he almost wanted to devour you.

You playfully protested, still on top of him and grinding on him painfully slowly, by the Three, you were also getting close.  "Make me." you almost dared him. 

"Oh, is that so..?"

His voice was still calm and steady, as though he were making no attempt to be anything but smooth. Yet you could feel his desire, and the fire burning inside of him. He was still holding your hips quite tightly, then his grip loosened there, and then you felt his hand slowly trail to the place where you were directly pushing on him. 

As you felt his fingers on your clit once again, you were taken by a pleasant surprise and you gasped, feeling weak in that moment. His thumb was massaging you exactly how you liked it as your swollen slick wet lips were gripping and grinding on his shaft, making all kinds of sounds. You let out a squeak.

You felt the power in his fingers, and at the touch of his thumb, you felt your body react strongly. Your teeth chattered, your eyes closed as the sensations overtook you and you hummed moans.

His voice was still calm and steady, but his eyes were glued on you, no wonder he was feeling how swollen you are.  "You are more than ready for me, aren't you, kitten?" He whispered, his voice sounding like your favorite song. "Is that what you want, darling? You want me to slide in you?”

"Fuck..." you muttered under your breath, not being able to help yourself "Yes... yes, it is" you  tried to reply to him as his thumb continued massaging exactly the right spot, making your eyes almost go behind your head, yet you held on.

His body moved against yours, his eyes glued on your face. His voice was still quiet, yet he whispered your name. He whispered it almost as if he were trying to call you back to reality. "Look at me, kitten." he commanded. "Look at me and tell me how much you want me," 

He was taking back control now, even though you were the one on top of him, with the slick movement of his fingers on your clit, what could you have done but to obey? You really tried hard not to give in that much but it was so difficult "Link... I want you so much, I want you to just slide in me, right now. Please." you tried to speak between the moans, anything to end this misery.

It was clear that he was getting to you, and his grip on your hips got firmer as though he was holding onto you for dear life.

"If I give you what you want, can you handle it, my darling?" He said, his voice sounding as though he were asking a question though not entirely expecting an understandable answer.

"Tell me, kitten...can you handle what I'm about to do to you?" He asked again, his voice still soft and gentle, yet filled with passion and lust.

Your whimpers were nothing but seductive pleas. It was almost as if all that could come out of your mouth was affirmations, anything to coax him into sliding into you as soon as possible.

“Yes.. I missed feeling you… so… much…”

As you wish, my love" He whispered, in a voice that almost seemed to tease you. He adjusted your body above yours, making you lean into him, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on your neck. He kissed and licked, biting lightly in the exact spots you enjoyed most. "Let me taste you, kitten." He whispered seductively, his fingers tugging slightly on your hips, adjusting your body to lower you on him once again, "Hold still.." He whispered, his voice filled with lust and desire.

You used your hand to help him guide himself into you, he slid in you so easily, the action making both of you gasp and letting you have a sexual sigh of relief. You squeezed him as he was finally inside you, enjoying the sensation.  

"Oh, somebody is eager, aren't they?" He whispered, his voice filled with a hint of amusement and a touch of pride. His words sounded as though he were giving you a compliment, but you could feel him twitching in you, as your walls hugged him. You were his, and he enjoyed it. "Good, girl...oh, you feel so good..." He whispered, his tone of voice still sounding like he was in heaven as his hips were moving up and down, with you leaning on him. 

"Link...I missed you so much, I missed this..." you said almost like a hiss, as you moved back and forth, matching his thrusts, drinking each movement like they could be your last, you moaned again and again as you both continued enjoying the sensations. You were on top of him but leaning to him, luckily you had short hair that wouldn’t get in the way, but by the Goddesses, it was messy. Sometimes he would grab you by your neck and kiss you, sometimes he would suck your nipples as he kept thrusting in you, making you squeeze him even more. Your moans mixing up with each other in his room.

He let out a primal groan, as though he enjoyed knowing that you wanted him this much.

"Do you want to do more than this, kitten? Do you want this to mean something, for me to truly make you mine?" He whispered seductively, his tone of voice sounding more sincere than it ever had before as he reached closer to his climax. Almost asking for your permission once again, just to know for sure.

"Mmm" you moaned as the moments passed, stretched into waves of pleasure in your brain, making it muddy. All you could think about was him, feeling him, being his. Being filled by his seed. Feeling it drip down from you.

"I want everything I want you to…" you trailed off between your movements, giving him a positive reply as you signaled to increase the rhythm. But he understood exactly what you meant. You did discuss this, after all.

"Yes, (Y/N)...oh, yes..."  he whispered, a small gasp escaping his lips. His voice was filled with pleasure and lust.

His hands slid down your back again gripping your hips, as though he were almost claiming what was already his. His voice had a hint of a commanding and authoritative tone to it.

"I've wanted to do this for a very long time, (Y/N), my kitten.." he whispered, his voice still sounding almost desperate. "And now that I've finally got you..."

You gasped and his hands held your hips firmly again as you were hovering him, as connected as you can get with his thrusts becoming even deeper, exactly as you liked it. He slowly started to restrict your movement, about to make you his little fuck toy now. It was hard for you to not thrust back, but you gave him the command long ago.

His words sounded like a last warning, as though he were about to do the very thing that he wanted you the most for. "I'm going to claim you, kitten. Are you ready to become mine? Ready to be filled up by me?" He whispered to your ear right before he playfully bit it, his breath was shaky, you could feel that he was losing his willpower, but he was still giving you one last warning before he finally did what you both have been anticipating. 

Goddesses, you loved this man so much. He could still think of you even in a situation like this, where he was about to lose himself in pleasure.

You could do nothing but moan in pleasure as you continued to vainly try moving your hips up and down as you were on top of him, as he was holding your hips firmly.  "Yes, Link... Do it... Claim me...Make me full…" you could barely speak between your moans.

“I'll take that as a yes then."

His voice was still quiet, and yet he was breathing faster.

"Hold still, kitten." he whispered, as though his words were a command. This, you recognized. When he was close to his climax, he loved holding you still with his strong grip as he mindlessly pumped into you in the best angle possible, as you were hovering above him. 

“Just let go, my love, just like you promised… Enjoy me,” you encouraged him as the sense of anticipation lingered in the air. It was hot, it was heavy. You were close.

The moments paused, as though both of you couldn't fully believe what was going to happen. His hand was still grabbing you to support you, then he positioned his head so that he could suck on your breasts as he kept pumping in you. You couldn’t help but get your own middle and ring finger between your legs where you connected with him, furiously circling your wet clit, making him feel how much more you can squeeze him.

He took a deep breath, as though taking in this moment. He looked at you, as though he wanted to memorize the look you had in your eyes as you touched yourself while taking him in. And then, his face suddenly looked like it was experiencing an explosion of pure joy, almost like his words were meant as a warning that something was about to happen.

"This feels so good, (Y/N), fuck…." He moaned, your name sounding like a prayer. 

"Yes Link, let me feel that, let me feel that..." you were almost begging him to finally let go as you felt him brush inside just the perfect spots.

He gasped, his body tense, as though he were about to burst. He took a deep breath, as though he were trying to calm down- although this only seemed to be making him even more tense. His body moved with yours, his eyes glued onto you, as though you were about to explode with joy.

"Oh, gods, yes...yes..." He moaned, you could feel him expanding in you, feel him getting even harder than ever,  you felt how close he was and how close you were to the edge "Yes, yes, yes, yes...." you kept moaning, almost squirming. Begging for a release.

He hissed, his grip on your hips even stronger (that was totally going to bruise).His breath was shaky and nervous, his eyes glued on you.

"Oh, goddesses...I'm...oh, ...." He whispered, his breath a bit more rapid, his body tense. He was close.

“Link... just fill me up... please..." you were almost begging him as you moaned, couldn't believe how forward you were even in this state. You couldn’t think of anything else other than being filled by him at that moment. You wanted it so much, Your orgasm was nearing.

"Yes...yes, kitten, oh gods, yes... "

“Link… Link…”

He hissed, finally letting go of himself as you straightened yourself on top of him, getting support from his torso. His body tensed as his eyes met yours.

"Yes..." He was panting. His lips parted at the sight. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensation of him wildly twitching in you a few times, feeling him come inside of you.  “Oh my Goddesses..." you both moaned as you felt the waves of pleasure finally reach a climax, as you felt warm inside, warmer than usual… in turn triggering your own climax. You were shaking as he was holding you stable, riding the wave of pleasure. Your lips met once again.

“Oh, kitten... oh..."

"I...you've..." 

He was lost for words as the sensations of post orgasm bliss took over both of your bodies. 

He was gasping, his breath shaky along with yours. You collapsed into him, enjoying his embrace, listening to each other’s breaths. After a little while, you felt the “plop”, the sensation of him sliding out of you as he calmed down. That wasn’t a new one but then you also felt something trickling down from between your legs.

You were dripping his cum all over the sheets.

Oh well. 

NOTES: *Link to the Warriors AI **Friendly reminder that if you are engaging in sexual activities with a partner that can result in pregnancy for either of you, and do not want that pregnancy (and STIs), USE ACTUAL PROTECTION. This is a fictional story. They have magic and shit to prevent this stuff too in this universe (probably). We don’t have that IRL. 

[the-moon-files]

Hey! Idk if you take requests, but I’m on my period and miserable. Would you be willing to do the Chain and period comfort? Have a fabulous day!

Sorry i didnt get to this sooner!!

Idk what happened but i didnt see any notifs for any recent asks >:/ fiddling with my notifs to see if i can fix it?? but this app is kinda- yknow :/

an attempt was made! best of luck to you suffering anon

Moon: Guide and Gender Neutral Reader, bc technically i dont specify Reader pronouns (just you/your), just a reader who gets periods, rip 💔

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, kinda HANH au?

Stars: One crumb of each 🤏 bc it is a bit overwhelming to give each one their own bullet points, dont know how other lu blogs do it tbh

Comets & Meteors: CWs: mild descriptions of cramping, pain, and pain medications, & TWs: mild description of blood.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

(Kinda HANH au? Lets say hylians just dont be suffering like humans do, and the poor fellas have no clue wtf a period is if not a wound lmao)

so are we talking on the road bleedout or like, idk anywhere else LMAO

bc ur so cooked on the road

if you have the kind of torture where you have high pain cramps the first day/few days/entire time (like me 😞) then bestie We Are Gone.👋

say goodbye to ur favorite blonde heroes, and tell em 'witness me' or smth like that

likeee idk igggg lets say u dont have jackshit and try to just subtly mobilize Sky, or Hyrule or Time or one of the Links who are (probably) calmer at you gently saying

"heyyy,, good morninngggg,, how are youuu, yeah, yeah, good, thanks, um, weird question! but do you happen to have like, long lasting gauze? like on hand, or can we craft some or like, idk a plant??"

Poor Hyrule: 🧍‍♂️

Poor Hyrule: "...my guide are you bleeding out rn? as we speak?"

You: "No i would neverrr...."

You: "...after this moment. I would never be bleeding and not tell you! ...after this day, right now. Then i will keep that promise"

U try to explain as best u can but the pain do be taking your ass out,

but frankly any sort of squeamishness u were worried abt with the boys vanishes quickly bc Hyrule is legit coordinating more Links into it

(esp bc they cant exactly go on a miles long trek with you crawling in pain the whole way Rulie argues, so its kinda necessary to at least inform Time and Wars, who typically lead the way or make the plans for the days journey)

i would say it slowly circulates around to the heroes that ur:

1. Bleeding.

2. In pain, the deep muscle cramps kind that they can probably relate at least a little bit to, even if the concept of periods is not familiar to them

3. the place thats bleeding and the cramps in ur lower back (and other muscles as well if ur a rlly unlucky one) mean u Cant Walk in their eyes and also Might be Dying. But you dont seem very alarmed

to his credit of remaining calm, Time does redirect the chain of heroes nervous energy towards getting to higher ground thats got some running water and is shady to make u more comfortable (or get ahold of Epona to carry you to the nearest inn/stable stop)

even if ur at an inn with a nice bed and stuff Sky both adds his own items and steals some from the rest of the Chain, like extra padding from blankets/bedrolls so ur just drowning in fluff lol (he Cannot stop fluffing things while he insists on anxious woodcarving beside u)

poor Hyrule cant quite attend to ur every need yet bc Wild has dragged him away kicking before explaining he desperately needs his healing powers to help make pain numbing potions/pads/tampons/heating pad/etc. like u told him about

Wars had to legit delegate small duties to everyone bc seeing their guide in pain and basically unable to do much but wait it out and ease it a little is driving these hylian heroes stir crazy

(even the most strategic of them are still men of action so yeah its not going well if they dont all have smth to do with their hands)

like Legend is vigorously scrubbing all ur laundry and sheets and bedding on a near daily basis for every day of ur period lmao

u havent even bled thru anything, and its not like ur sick and contagious youve explained, but if u dont let the poor veteran hero do his laundrymaid duties his eye starts twitching lol

Wind insists on reading stories to you for the times ur more bedridden, and even tucks u in to just have u laugh instead of constant grimacing in pain, ur fav baby boyyy 🥹 <3

Twilight is going crazyy on the firewood and making sure ur room is always stocked nice and cozy (he may have had to embarrassedly offer the mountain of extra to otehr travelers bc he worried-restless-chopped too much lol)

Four is actually the only Link who doesnt immediately pick u up and put u back in bed when u try to get out of ur mountain of fluff

(bc Vio is actually logical and currently has the only braincell out of all the lowkey panicking colors AND worrywort blonde heroes lmao)

so Four actually makes sure to hydrate you and take off blankets when Sky adds too many or treat u pretty normal (along with sneaking u chocolate/treats bc Wild is kinda drowning u in homemade soups or iron-rich food rn like ur sick as dog or smth)

Cue Wars also constantly trying to look out for you and make sure none of these worryworts overwhelm you by redirecting/ delegating them - man looks more tired than you of this bs lmao

the general shock of u being like, fine, after the first few heavy flow/painful days, but apparently still Bleeding?? Then why are you trying to walk around so much and convince them to keep going??? are you going into shock??????!!!!

(No, but they might be you say, making Four and Wind snort-laugh and Legend huff/Twi look like a shamed dog/Time try to hide an amused smile/etc.)

by the time u actually convince the collective motherhens to get back on the road, ur like on the last day of ur period (and bc u lied abt not bleeding anymore) but not without realizing youve gotten subtly put in the center of the group with Wind, who's clearly distracting you abt it

they get over it quickly, and while theres a shared moment around the campfire where they all give you equally horrified looks that this happens every month (even Times and Legend 😭 even if theyre clearly trying to muffle it lmao)

but pls note that while theyre not as panicked next time, they are now pavlov'ed to keep track of ur periods lowkey, drown u in blankets, heating pad/pain potions, stuff u full of ur favorite Hyrulian foods of whatever era yall are in atm, and generally just be rlly cute blonde famous heroes turned an entire servant/maid staff

(Wind also managed to sneak into ur fluff mountain every time to be cuddle buddies w/you and the others are too embarassed to admit they want a turn so it kind of ends up with every link lowkey glaring at Wind every time they come in or close to do smth for you while Wind just looks like that smug cat meme lol)

(Speaking of memes, have a meme i made just for this occasion)

☆

i hope that was okay and since i didnt see this til later u can save it for next time!!

Peace out,

🌙 📁

[mylove-iv]

⠀𐔌 . ⋮ could have had it all .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ʚ twilight x fem! reader ɞ

synopsis: the ghost of his past always seems to loom over the hero of twilight's heart and he is forced to look it in its eye yet again. as retribution, he is offered another chance to prevent the untimely death of the ghost in his past that continues to haunt him: the ghost of you.

genres: angst, romance. | mentions an established relationship.

reader specifications: none, no pronouns are used but was written with a female reader in mind.

content warnings: spoilers for twilight princess! mentions of injuries (twilight being hit on head like the in-game event and bomb arrow explosions), time and dimension travel, and implied death.

word count: 1.6k words.

―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, jun. 26. 2023

‎‧₊ ─ masterlist .ᐟ ༘

The barren and war-torn earth was a strong indication of whose Hyrule they were all thrown in. The Captain needn’t say a word to the rest of them before he’s ushering them away from the castle, which promptly raised a few eyebrows.

“The castle’s that way, Captain.” Legend teasingly murmurs, a smirk tugging his lips as he recalls of the freakishly obsessive women the said reincarnation encountered.

But before Warriors could retort, a gasp leaves some of the member’s lips as they’re suddenly thrown into another portal.

It’s odd this time. Instead of feeling ominous and dark, the gateway within the portal felt wide and open, the space within it constricting while stretching simultaneously.

They catch whispers of places far beyond, unfamiliar and familiar sights flash past members of the chain before it’s only a wisp of color and their feet suddenly touch on solid land.

Confused glances are exchanged as a feeling of deep, foreboding anxiety settles in the pit of Twilight’s gut, almost urging him to throw up his stomach’s contents as he takes in the familiar flora and fauna around the group.

He doesn’t register what the Captain had been saying before Wild elbows his arm softly, snapping him out of his trance before whispering, “You’ve been distracted.”

Twilight blinks at him before nodding, “Have I?” He mutters, tone sounding apologetic causing his successor to give him a small, lopsided grin before motioning his head to the Captain.

“The sands of time within my Hyrule billowed differently before..” He continues but it all clicks for them.

They weren’t only thrown into a different Hyrule, they also traveled back in time.

Those who dealt with the complexities of time inwardly grimaced. Yet Twilight is eerily quiet, the Captain’s words confirming his thoughts while also worsening his dread.

The ranchhand goes silent, an air of unease leaking into the space around him. His eyes reflect a skittish gleam as if anything could set him off anytime soon.

The time and memory of the forest made him anxious, almost mirroring the memory that haunts his dreams—the very last memory he holds of you.

Judging from where they stand, Twilight knows he’s near the scene of the incident—your death—and the realization makes him wince uncomfortably.

His skin tingles from the sun’s hot rays just like it had been years ago on this wretched day. Twilight bristles as his enhanced sense of hearing picks up on the familiar cries and roars of that cursed day.

A painful ache spreads throughout Twilight’s body as his mind wanders to you, and Goddesses, the painful memory intensifies the ache he feels. Sky takes notice of his odd, seemingly pained demeanor and moves his hand to place it on Twilight’s shoulder but it’s only met with air.

He bolts, weaving through the group from his spot at the very back before his silhouette starts to become a wisp of dark fur amongst the shrubbery.

“Twilight!” Sky shouts, starting to give chase after the said man. A split second hasn’t even passed before Twilight’s fellow brothers-in-arms follow his lead, confusion starting to fill their veins as their guards are raised and strengthened.

┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。

It’s odd, the forest is quiet. Birds no longer sang nor trees danced with the wind’s embrace and the wild, erratic beat of his heart is the only sound that fills Twilight’s ears.

His mind drifts to you and an all too familiar ache starts to grow in his chest, one that he’s tried to ignore but is always incessantly lingering.

His childhood best friend, who smiled at everything he’d say regardless of how dumb it was, the very best friend whom he had developed a strong love for and gradually transformed into his childhood lover accompanying him from their halcyon days of their youth to their late teens.

Twilight’s body aches as he reaches the clearing before the bridge and he’s taken to the day you were taken from him.

Hours before he was transformed into a beast of twilight, his village had been attacked by armed bulbins who wracked up a storm of chaos before closing in on the spirit residing in Ordon Spring, effectively throwing the area at the mercy of the twilight that befell upon it.

It was only when you both came back from the woods, hand in hand with Twilight as love-struck grins dotted your faces, that you crossed paths with the bulbins riding atop a giant wild boar, one having an explosive arrow readily nocked.

Twilight had pushed you behind him but the beasts were faster as they took advantage of Epona bolting due to the sudden panic. Being separated by mere meters, he had felt a painful pressure against the back of his head as the world around Twilight became a muddled canvas of colors bleeding into each other.

But before the world had gone dark, an explosion of yellow and red rips out before his eyes. He electric blue orbs catch onto your figure flying backwards, being blown over and into the ravine by the explosion, a scream ripping itself from your throat as you fell.

He now experiences the whole ordeal over again, only now conscious and fully prepared. But time was unkind and mercilessly slipped through his fingers quickly like fine sand. 

He was late by a few minutes and as punishment, Twilight is forced to relive the very moment that kills him inside.

Twilight sees the same bulblin swing its club at his younger self but ignores it as his body carries him farther. He hears the Captain’s shouts of him to come back and regroup as his brothers quickly tear down the foes, but it’s all muffled and drowned out to the Hero of Twilight as his eyes latch onto you.

Confusion filled murmurs reach his sharp ears but he pains no mind, choosing to keep his pale blue eyes steadily fixated on you.

You’re the only thing Twilight could focus on.

But it’s too late.

The very same flurry of red and yellow flashes before his eyes and your pained scream deafens his ears, the heat from the explosion hot against his skin yet why does he burn when your eyes meet his so briefly?

You’re free falling to your death, the very same death he’s lived through and haunts him when the moon rises.

He had lost you before and he might lose you once more.

Hands shifting with the grapple connected to his arm guard, Twilight picks up the pace before he throws himself over the cliff.

The roar of the wind running past his ears deafens Time’s shout and the screams of worry from his fellow warriors of courage, but none of that mattered to him.

Twilight’s focus was solely on you.

And as the wind runs past him, he’s ripped from reality as his thoughts envelope him in a bitter embrace.

He wanted it all—everything related to you; a future together, a simple and safe life together.

Was it such a greedy wish of his?

Mercifully, time seems to slow and his heart breaks at the tears flying from your eyes as your limbs flail wildly against the wind rushing past you.

A flurry of thoughts rushes through his head once more yet one stands out from the rest: what were you thinking of as you fell? 

Did you ever hope he’d come save you? Were you disappointed when you realized he wasn’t coming? Did you ever wish you had never met him? 

The last thought is haunting, pain and anxiety prickling at him as he realized that it was he who insisted for you to come with him on that fateful day.

Twilight’s mind blanks as his fingers brush against yours and the contact alone sends bolts of electricity running atop his skin and all over his body.

It’s a familiar feeling Twilight had been yearning to feel again.

Your eyes snap open, riddled with unshed tears as they blearily focus on his blue seafoam colored eyes.

The eye contact ignites a fire in his heart and Twilight allows himself to finally admit that he misses staring into your eyes which twinkled with delight and love whenever they would meet his.

It’s a familiar occurrence that Twilight repeatedly wished for to happen again.

Twilight’s left arm wraps itself around your waist, pulling your body flush against his causing his heart to bloom at the contact and it sets off a chain reaction.

He catches a faint whiff of your scent and it throws him into the heartwarming memories of your halcyon days filled with obvious pining and poorly hidden love-struck gazes.

It’s a familiar scent that sends him reeling into memories of him placing soft kisses atop your head, interlacing your hands that always seemed to send sparks flying down his spine, and embracing you whenever he’d catch you after a game of tag with the younger village children.

Those memories—the scars of your love—left him breathless as he so badly wished for things to have happened differently.

Twilight had lost you before.

He’ll be damned if he did again. 

Liftings his right arm, Twilight fires the hook before he tightens his grip around your waist.

A grunt tumbles from his lips as the grapple harshly tugs you both, finally latching onto something solid and only does he lower his guard slightly.

His heart stutters before a phantom pain fills his chest as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck, face buried securely in the juncture of his neck.

The smallest of touches causes tremors of lightning to dance on Twilight’s skin and when your eyes meet his, the eye contact alone lights his heart ablaze. 

Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the shocking effect you've always held over him, the ever so comforting smell of you leaves him relaxed.

Experiencing the things Twilight has repeatedly yearned for felt like a dream and now that you’re in his embrace, alive, deepens the scars of your love forever etched into his heart and the very being of his soul.

Twilight couldn’t help but feel that he could have had it all.

© 2024 𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐈𝐕. do not copy, repost, share, or translate any of my works to tumblr, social media, and any other websites/platforms.

[cigarettesuga]

꒰꒰⠀⠀⠀too good at pretending.⠀✸⠀(⠀ myg ⠀)

pairing: idol!fwb!yoongi x producer!fem!reader

genre: smut, slow-burn tension, hidden feelings, late-night studio rendezvous, slice of chaotic intimacy, mutual pining masked as indifference

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), fingering, teasing, rough sex, oral tension, light dom!yoongi, semi-public sex, dirty talk, marking, overstimulation, slightly possessive behavior, soft aftercare if you squint, mutual denial of romantic feelings, mention of work-stress/mental fatigue, they’re both bad at feelings but good at sex

word count: 4.3 k

summary: it’s after midnight in a nearly-empty hybe building, and she’s still buried in deadlines and demos, jaw clenched and hands in her hair — until the only person who knows her chaos in silence shows up, just as worn out and just as emotionally unavailable. but when yoongi finds her in studio 3A, looking like she hasn't slept and biting down on her own frustration, the air shifts. and when he pulls her into his lap and tells her to be quiet if she doesn’t want the whole floor hearing — neither of them is thinking about feelings. only about relief. except everyone knows — even if they don’t say it out loud — they’re already each other's. just too damn stubborn to admit it.

lu's note: hey there i just wanted to pop up and say that requests are open, i'm on a writing spree and hopefully i'll update more regularly now that i'm almost done with the semester. i'd like to know if you want to see something abt any of the guys... just send a whisper ;)

⠀⠀⠀⠀m.list | latest

the building's nearly dead.

just the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant echo of someone vacuuming in another hallway. most people had cleared out hours ago — normal people, anyway. the ones with boundaries. sleep schedules. lives.

but not them.

yoongi stretches his neck as he turns the last corner, a paper cup of half-warm coffee in his hand, and there she is.

exactly where he figured she’d be.

her back’s to him, shoulders tense, hands tangled in her hair like she’s trying to physically pull inspiration from her skull. he watches her for a second before saying anything — mostly because it’s kind of fascinating, the way her frustration makes him want to smile. not in a cruel way. more like... fuck, of course it's her. of course she's making herself crazy over something that probably already sounds better than half the shit on the charts right now.

he leans against the doorframe. takes a sip.

“you know you’re not getting paid overtime for this, right?”

she doesn’t jump. just groans without turning around. “don’t start, yoongi. not tonight.”

he chuckles, low and quiet. walks in.

“been trying to reach you.”

his voice is softer now, casual, like this isn’t the third time he’s walked past her empty studio earlier, pretending he wasn’t checking in. “thought maybe you finally ran off to join that noise-pop cult you keep threatening me with.”

“almost did,” she mutters, fingers flying over her keyboard. “but then this demo started sounding like a crime against humanity and i couldn’t leave it like that.”

he settles into the chair beside hers — not close enough to touch, but close enough to be there.

his usual spot.

“play it.”

she hesitates, chewing her lip, and for a second he thinks she’ll argue. but she presses spacebar and leans back, arms crossed.

the track fills the room — unpolished, raw, still bleeding at the edges. but there’s something real in it, something aching and sharp.

and he knows her well enough to hear the exhaustion between the beats.

the trying too hard.

it ends. silence settles.

he nods once. slow.

“doesn’t suck.”

she scoffs. “great. can’t wait to put that on the album review.”

his smirk twitches. “i mean. it doesn’t suck as much as i expected, considering you’re trying to mix in what sounds like a dying printer.”

her mouth drops open in fake offense, and he can’t help it — the corner of his lip lifts again, amused.

this. this is why he came. not because he needed to hear the track. not because he didn’t trust she’d get it done.

but because she looks like a goddamn hurricane when she’s like this, all untamed and brilliant and so deep in her head that it scares him a little.

and he knows the world doesn’t always get the calmer version of her. the one that leans into the quiet. the one that lets herself just be.

but she gives him that version. even when she’s falling apart. especially then.

“take a break,” he says gently, pushing the coffee toward her. “you’re spiraling.”

she looks at the cup, then at him.

and for just a second — just one — her eyes soften.

but then she rolls them. “you’re annoying.”

“you like it.”

“unfortunately.”

he doesn’t say anything to that. just sits there beside her, letting the silence stretch, letting her know she’s not alone — that even when she forgets how to breathe, he remembers. for both of them.

the moment’s quiet.

too quiet for how fast his pulse is moving.

he watches the way her shoulders rise and fall — clipped, uneven — like she’s trying not to fall apart, like holding herself still is the only thing keeping her from unraveling right there in the middle of waveforms and midi tracks. and that shouldn’t do anything to him. he tells himself that every single time.

but fuck, there’s something about seeing her like this — worn down, raw around the edges, still fighting anyway — that guts him more than he’ll ever admit out loud.

he takes a step closer.

then another.

and when he’s close enough to feel the heat of her back through her hoodie, he bends a little, eyes on the crown of her head.

presses his lips there — soft, brief. a barely-there kiss that shouldn’t mean anything but always does.

her hand twitches on the mouse.

he pretends not to notice.

instead, he lets his hands find her arms, slow and easy, fingers tracing lightly from her elbows to her shoulders and back again. not squeezing, not rushing — just being there. reminding her she’s not in this alone, not tonight. maybe not ever, even if neither of them will dare say it.

his mouth finds her hair again, this time to whisper, low and amused, “you keep this up and you’re not getting anywhere with the song.”

her breath stutters — a soft exhale.

and she leans back the tiniest bit, like her body knows something her pride won’t admit.

“maybe,” she says, voice quieter now, “i just need to relax…”

he hums, and it comes out more like a growl than a laugh.

his thumbs drag slow circles into her arms now, a little firmer.

not suggestive — not yet — just intentional.

“yeah?” he murmurs, mouth still ghosting against her hair. “you want help with that?”

there’s a pause. one of those heavy ones, where a whole universe of unsaid things pass between two people who keep pretending they don’t care.

she doesn't say yes.

she doesn't have to.

her body shifts back into him, barely-there contact that might as well be a plea. her eyes stay on the screen, like she’s still pretending this is about the music — like the way her thighs press together slightly isn’t an answer in itself.

he leans closer, lips a whisper away from her ear.

“say the word.”

his voice is lower now. soft, rough, dangerous.

and god, if she says it?

he’ll make her forget what stress even feels like.

her hands on his hips feel deceptively casual — light, teasing — but he feels the tremor beneath her fingertips. the tension riding up her spine even though her voice comes out cool, steady.

"you know i’ll say yes, right?"

he looks down at her, lips quirking into that crooked half-smile — the one that always makes her roll her eyes like she’s not secretly addicted to it.

"yeah," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the top of her arm. "but consent is sexy. and i’m nothing if not respectful."

her laugh is soft, almost a sigh, but her eyes never leave the screen, like it’s some kind of anchor. or maybe a shield.

he knows how much she hates vulnerability.

knows how much she hides behind work.

but when she leans into him like that — trusting him, choosing him — it undoes something in his chest every single time.

"c’mon," she says, still in that whisper, glancing toward the studio door. "we can’t take too long… we don’t know who’s still on this floor."

and he wants to say, let them fucking hear,

but instead, he lets her guide him — lets her take control the way she always does when she needs to feel like she’s not drowning.

her hand slips into his, fingers cold from hours on the mouse, and he follows as she leads him toward the tiny couch in the corner of the room, worn down from too many late-night naps and occasional power plays like this.

he sits down first, legs open, arms resting on the back of the couch like he’s not already burning for her.

she stands in front of him, hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, pupils dark and pulled — and it takes everything in him not to reach for her right away.

but he doesn’t have to.

because she climbs onto his lap with no hesitation, knees bracketing his thighs, arms sliding around his neck like she’s done it a hundred times — like it’s muscle memory now.

and maybe it is.

he exhales, hands settling low on her waist as she leans in, their foreheads brushing for a moment. a charged pause.

“you good?” he asks, voice barely there.

her mouth tilts into a smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes — not yet — and then she kisses him.

it starts slow, all lips and warmth and quiet desperation. not rushed. not rough.

like they’re trying to remind each other that even in chaos, this is the one place they always come back to.

his fingers press into her back, her hips roll into his without even meaning to, and the tension between them unravels thread by thread.

her hands are in his hair now, tugging, anchoring herself as their mouths move together in sync — and he swears she tastes like frustration and espresso and whatever scent drives him fucking insane every time she walks past him in a hallway.

somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears the vacuum whir down the hall again. a reminder of where they are. who they aren’t supposed to be.

but it doesn’t matter right now.

not when she’s sighing into his mouth like this.

not when she’s melting into his chest like maybe she’s tired of holding the whole world up by herself.

he kisses her deeper — just once — before pulling back just enough to whisper against her lips,

“five minutes.”

she breathes a laugh, breathy and wrecked.

“we’re gonna need at least ten.”

his fingers curl into the waistband of her sweatpants, slow and deliberate — a quiet warning and a promise all in one. the fabric bunches beneath his grip, and he tugs just enough for her to feel it, to know what’s coming next.

but then —

the vacuum hums closer, louder, just outside the door.

they both freeze.

he leans in, lips brushing her ear now, voice low enough to blend with the rumble in the hall.

“you’ll have to be real quiet if you don’t wanna get caught, pretty girl.”

his voice does that thing to her — that husky drop, the weight of intention threading through every syllable. she shifts against him, hips tilting just slightly like her body’s answering before she can think, and that’s all he needs.

he helps her out of the sweatpants — slow and careful, keeping her steady as she steps out of them one leg at a time. it’s practiced, familiar, intimate in a way that makes the air in the room shift.

and then she’s back in his lap, straddling him again, bare thighs brushing denim, skin against skin with only a whisper of lace in between.

her hoodie’s still on. her converse are still on — something about that is stupidly hot, chaotic and casual like everything about her.

his hands trail up her thighs, thumbs skating along the edge of her underwear, a slow tease that makes her bite her bottom lip.

he leans back just enough to take her in — flushed cheeks, messy hair, mouth slightly parted, and that signature don’t fall for me look in her eyes that he knows is all smoke and mirrors.

“lace, huh?” he murmurs, fingertips brushing just under the hem of her panties. “you really didn’t plan on finishing that demo tonight.”

her nails dig into his shoulders in response — not enough to hurt, just enough to say shut up and keep going.

he grins, letting one hand slip up her hoodie, dragging his palm along warm skin, the curve of her waist.

“we’re on a clock, baby,” he whispers, thumb circling higher now, just barely grazing. “think you can stay quiet for me?”

and yeah, he says it like a challenge.

like he already knows she’s not gonna make it easy.

her breath catches — barely audible but unmistakable — as his thumb draws slow, lazy circles over lace. there’s nothing rushed about him, no urgency in the way he touches her. just quiet control. patience that only makes it worse.

or better.

depending on how you look at it.

she shivers under his hand, biting her lip so hard it might leave a mark, trying to keep it together even though her thighs are already trembling around his.

he smirks against the crook of her jaw, amused and maddeningly calm, as if they aren’t one thin wall away from getting caught, as if she isn’t already this undone and he’s barely even touched her.

“you’re shaking,” he whispers, breath hot against her skin. “and i haven’t even done anything yet.”

then his fingers slip under the lace — slow, deliberate — and she gasps, soft and sharp, her hands grabbing at his shoulders like they’re the only solid thing in the room.

he grins, lips brushing her cheek.

“uh-uh,” he murmurs, nudging his nose along her jaw. “remember what i said.”

she nods, swallowing hard, eyes glassy and unfocused.

and that’s when he guides her hand.

takes her wrist gently and brings it down, pressing her palm over his own hand, over the fingers teasing slow, torturous circles just where she needs them most.

“use my fingers,” he whispers, low and rough. “you know what you like.”

and she does.

her hand trembles as she starts to move — guiding him, hips rocking in quiet desperation. it’s messy, it's intimate, and so fucking real.

he lets her take control, but never lets go — his other hand pressing firm at the base of her spine, grounding her, holding her there, reminding her that she’s safe, she’s seen, she’s his — even if they’ll never say it.

every breath she exhales into his neck sounds like a confession.

every roll of her hips says i need you louder than words ever could.

and yoongi, voice barely audible, lips pressed to the shell of her ear, breathes out the one thing he knows will wreck her:

“that’s it, pretty girl. just like that.”

his breath is hot against her skin — ragged now, catching with every sound she makes, every tiny gasp she tries to swallow back like it’s not unraveling him completely.

his fingers move slower, deeper. stretching her gently, curling just enough to make her spine arch into him. he knows her body by now — every twitch, every soft curse under her breath, every time she presses her mouth to his shoulder to keep from moaning too loud.

she’s trying to be good. to be quiet.

and he’s not making it easy.

“so fuckin’ wet for me already,” he murmurs into her ear, voice low and dark and laced with a smile she can feel. “this what you needed, huh? not a break. just my fingers inside you while the whole building’s still awake.”

his lips trail down her neck, open-mouthed kisses that go from soft to claiming real quick — he sucks just under her jaw, enough pressure to leave a mark that won’t fade by morning. something she’ll complain about later with a smirk, trying to act like she’s mad, like she doesn’t love it.

she whimpers — the sound small and stifled, but there — and his teeth graze her skin right after.

“shh…” he soothes, lips brushing the red bloom he just left behind. “you’re doing so good, baby. so fuckin’ pretty like this, falling apart on my lap, hoodie on, shoes still on — god, you’re such a mess for me.”

his fingers stretch deeper now, his rhythm steady but ruthless — working her open while his free hand tightens on her hip, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel just how hard he is under her.

“you feel that?” he breathes out, grinding her down a little. “feel what you do to me?”

she nods, desperate, mouth parted and gasping — but he doesn’t stop.

he can’t.

not when she’s trembling like this, thighs twitching, hands clawing at his shoulders, his name falling off her lips in broken whispers she probably doesn’t even realize she’s saying.

not when she’s losing herself and still trying to hold it together, still trying to not moan loud enough to echo down the hall.

he kisses her collarbone, trailing down with slow reverence before whispering against her skin — filth laced in affection:

“come for me, pretty girl. be quiet if you can… but fuck, don’t hold back on my account.”

she’s trembling in his lap now — her entire body shivering with the aftermath of it, hips stuttering as she rides it out against his hand, making a mess all over his fingers, on his jeans, like she’s got nothing left to give.

but the way she’s gasping his name, barely even trying to be quiet anymore, the way her hands are still gripping his shirt like she’s starving — that’s when he knows.

she’s not done.

not even close.

"yoongi," she breathes, voice wrecked, pleading, pulling at his shirt now like she’ll unravel if he doesn’t do something now.

he kisses her jaw, quick, and helps her up without a word, hands strong and steady under her thighs as she finds her footing again, legs shaky, lips kiss-bitten and slightly parted.

“c’mon,” he says, voice low, firm, laced with need so thick it’s almost a growl. he turns her gently, guides her to lean over the back of the couch, her knees sinking into the worn cushions — and fuck, the sight of her like that?

it nearly undoes him.

she pulls off the hoodie in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere behind her, hair falling wild and messy down her back. the black lace underwear’s still clinging to her thighs, barely pushed down, an afterthought now — and something about it makes his brain short-circuit.

he stands behind her, hands trailing down her spine, over the soft slope of her hips.

he could tease. he wants to tease.

but not now.

not when she’s already shaking for him, not when she’s arching her back just right, looking over her shoulder with that desperate, wrecked little expression that makes his cock twitch against his zipper.

he leans in, one hand sliding up her back, pressing down between her shoulder blades.

“you want it like this?” he whispers against her ear, hot and low.

she nods, frantic.

he barely tugs the underwear any further, just enough to expose her, to have her. he likes the way it looks bunched on her thighs, messy and rushed, like they never really had the patience to undress properly.

like they never do.

then he undoes his belt, the quiet clink loud in the stillness of the studio.

and just before he sinks into her, he leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of her spine, and mutters — low and reverent — like she’s the only thing he believes in,

“let me take care of you.”

his hands are rough now, no more of that slow build-up — it’s fast, all heat and urgency, all of it fueled by the risk, by how easy it would be for someone to walk by and hear the unmistakable sounds slipping out from under the door.

his fingers dig into the swell of her ass, spreading her open, thumbs pressing into skin like he owns it. he squeezes, slaps once — quick and sharp — just to watch her jolt forward on instinct, breath catching as she reaches for something to bite down on.

she grabs the old throw blanket folded lazily on the armrest — some gifted merch no one ever uses — and she sinks her teeth into it, moaning into the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping her from getting caught.

yoongi’s head falls back for a second at the sight of her like this — needy and wrecked and his, half-naked with her shoes still on, knees digging into a couch they’ve both crashed on too many times.

and he’s fast now. fucking into her like it’s the only thing tethering him to reality, low groans escaping his throat every time she clenches around him, every time her hips grind back like she’s just as desperate.

“look at you,” he pants, leaning in close, chest to her back. his hand tangles in her hair, not too hard, just enough to pull her head back so he can get to her ear, mouth brushing the shell of it. “biting that blanket like you don’t want the whole damn building to know how good i’m fucking you.”

she moans louder at that — muffled but loud — like the filth in his voice is winding her tighter.

“so fuckin’ needy,” he whispers, hips snapping into her, rhythm relentless. “you were practically begging for it, weren’t you? making a mess all over my hand, whining in my lap like a pretty little slut…”

he kisses the corner of her jaw, slow and messy.

"you think they’d still respect you if they saw you like this? bent over, drooling into a blanket while i fuck you stupid?"

her whole body shudders at that — hips twitching, back arching — and he grins, breathless.

“didn’t think so,” he murmurs, voice like velvet and smoke. “now be good, baby. stay quiet, take it all — and don’t you dare cum until i say so.”

yoongi swears under his breath, voice low and ragged, eyes locked on the slick, messy glide of her body swallowing him whole — over and over again. the mess she’s making of him, of herself, of the damn couch cushions. it’s obscene. it’s art.

he can’t look away.

the way her thighs tremble.

the slick sounds echoing in the tiny studio.

the blanket still caught between her teeth, now damp with spit and moans she’s too scared to let out.

it’s almost too much — almost.

he slows suddenly, pulls out with a slow drag that makes her gasp and arch back instinctively, trying to chase the friction.

but he’s already palming himself, thick and flushed and dripping — dragging the head of his cock right against her swollen clit.

“yoongi—” she breathes, voice high and strung out, hips bucking back, needing more — needing anything.

he grins, lazily, running himself along her, smearing her wetness in tight little circles. messy, filthy pressure, just enough to make her legs shake.

“fuck, look at this,” he groans, thumbing her open again just to see the way she twitches. “you’re so wet for me, pretty girl. making a goddamn mess all over my cock, and i haven’t even finished with you yet.”

he pushes in just the tip — enough to make her cry out into the blanket — and pulls back again to rub slow circles against her clit, dragging the head across her like he’s trying to brand her with it.

“you like that?” he murmurs, watching her hips try to press back into him. “like how it feels when i tease you like this? you want more?”

she nods desperately, a muffled please slipping out around the fabric in her mouth, and it’s so sweet, so fucking perfect, it makes his grip on her hair tighten just a little.

“you’re gonna lose your mind if i don’t give it to you, huh?” he growls, circling her clit again, wet and hot and just enough to make her shake. “but i like watching you fall apart like this. so messy, so loud without even saying a word.”

he leans in close again, lips ghosting over her ear, voice lower than before — dangerous.

“keep that blanket right there, baby. ‘cause when i finally fuck you again… you’re gonna need something to scream into.”

he can feel it building — low in his spine, thick in his blood, the kind of tension that’s impossible to slow down once it starts burning through his veins. she’s soaked, her thighs trembling against his, back arching every time he drags himself over that perfect spot, and he’s dangerously close to losing it.

he pulls her up gently, not because he wants to be sweet — though he is, in his own way — but because he needs a better angle. needs to see her face, her wrecked little expressions. needs to feel her falling apart with him.

“come here,” he mutters, helping her shift, guiding her down onto her side, her legs curling slightly as he lays behind her. he hooks one arm under her knee, holding it up to keep her open, the other snaking around her waist to pull her flush against him.

and then he’s back inside her — deeper like this, slower for a second, but heavier, more intense.

“fuck, baby,” he grits, mouth pressed to the back of her neck, teeth grazing skin. “you’re so tight like this… you were made for this.”

she lets out a breathy, muffled moan — lips parted, eyes fluttering — and it’s so much, the intimacy, the sweat, the quiet gasps between them. the danger of getting caught still sharp in the background, echoing with every thrust.

he’s close — too close — and when she reaches behind her, fingers barely brushing his hip like she’s trying to pull him even deeper, that’s what does it.

“shit—” he groans, deep and rough, burying his face in her shoulder as he pulls out quickly, hand wrapping around himself.

in just a few rough strokes, he’s coming hard — hot and messy, thick spurts landing right across the black lace of her underwear still tangled around her thighs. he pants against her, forehead pressed to her back, hand steadying himself against her hip as the tremors run through him.

“fuck,” he whispers, breathless. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

they’re still tangled like that — her on her side, flushed and slick, his cum cooling on her thighs and lace — when a knock slices through the air.

sharp.

loud.

too real.

they both freeze.

she shoots him a wide-eyed look over her shoulder, and yoongi curses under his breath as he scrambles for her hoodie, tossing it over her bare chest while trying to zip himself up with one hand.

“(y/n)-ssi?” a voice calls politely from the hallway. a young male staffer, probably an intern. “i was told to remind you about the morning meeting. they asked if you could check your email before you leave.”

yoongi presses a finger to his lips, mouthing don’t laugh when she lets out a wheeze and nearly chokes on it, face buried in the blanket again.

“thanks!” she croaks out after a second, voice not nearly as steady as she wants it to be. “i’ll check in a bit!”

silence. footsteps retreat. door remains mercifully shut.

yoongi leans down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, voice smug and low and just as wrecked as she is.

“you owe me a new pair of jeans,” he murmurs.

“and maybe a warning next time you decide to look that fuckable in sweatpants.”

-quietly always, cigarettesuga.

[inseobts]

I Hate Goodbyes

law × fem!reader

you're luffy’s sister, and after the tragedy at marineford, you join the heart pirates to heal and grow stronger during the two-year wait—but what happens when you start to fall for law, and neither of you knows how to say goodbye?

part 2

a/n: btw I have a similar one you might like too if you didn't read it yet 'tides of fate' (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

words count: 7.1k

tags: marineford spoilers, angst and fluff, hurt and comfort, marineford aftermath, protective reader, slow burn, healing

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The battlefield smells like blood and burning.

You stumble through the wreckage, heart pounding so loud it drowns everything out. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. You saw Ace falling, the hole in his chest, the way Luffy screamed like his soul got torn away.

You try to grab Luffy’s arm, but he’s already out cold. Broken.

“Lu! Luffy, come on, stay with me!” you cry, shaking him. His body is limp. His skin is hot, burning with fever and blood.

You fall to your knees beside him, useless, shaking, trying to wake your baby brother who doesn’t even hear you anymore.

Then, a voice, sharp, calm, cutting through the chaos “I’ll take him.”

You look up, eyes wide and wild. A man with dark hair and tattoos crouches beside Luffy. His gaze flicks to you quick, judging, but not unkind.

“You coming too?” he asks simply.

You don’t even think. You tighten your grip on Luffy and nod, tears blinding you.

“Please… Please don’t let him die” you whisper, voice cracking.

He nods once “Trafalgar Law. Captain. Now move.”

His crew surrounds you. You cling to Luffy as the door of the submarine slams shut, cutting off the nightmare behind you.

Amazon Lily is too bright. Too loud. Even the clean air hurts.

You sit beside Luffy’s bed, knees pulled to your chest, staring blankly at the wall. You barely notice the Heart Pirates moving around, whispering and working.

Days pass. Maybe weeks.

Sometimes you touch Luffy’s hand, just to make sure he’s alive.

Sometimes you dream of Ace’s last smile, and wake up gasping, your throat raw from silent screams.

One night, you sit in the hallway outside the infirmary, shivering even though the air is warm.

Footsteps approach. Then Law’s voice, low and firm “You can’t stay like this.”

You don’t answer. You keep your eyes on your hands, wishing you were stronger. Faster. Smarter.

He crouches beside you. His presence is steady, not pushing you but not leaving either.

“You fought to get him here,” Law says “You’re not useless.”

You laugh, but it’s a broken sound “Feels like I am.”

He sits down beside you, arms resting on his knees. His voice drops even softer.

“When he’s ready, Straw Hat’s going to train. Two years. Away from everyone.”

Your stomach twists painfully “I can’t leave him.”

“You don’t have to,” Law says. His eyes are sharp, cutting right through you “You’ll train too. Learn medicine. Herbs. Whatever you already know, I’ll teach you more.”

You finally lift your head to look at him. His expression is calm, but his eyes are serious.

“You mean it?” you ask, voice small.

“I don’t offer things I don’t mean” Law says. There’s the ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth “You’re stubborn. You’ll fit right in.”

Later that night, you sit quietly beside Luffy’s bed. He’s awake now, barely, his body weak but his spirit burning stubborn as ever.

Law is sitting a little distance away, pretending not to listen but not going far either.

Luffy’s voice is hoarse when he speaks “You’re gonna train too, right?”

You blink “Luffy, I—”

He grabs your hand weakly, squeezing with what little strength he has. His eyes are serious, more serious than you’ve ever seen them.

“I’m gonna get stronger” he says, voice trembling a little “Strong enough to protect everyone. I’m gonna find my crew again. I’m gonna be Pirate King.”

Your throat tightens.

“But I need you too,” Luffy says. His hand squeezes yours tighter “You gotta get stronger too. So you can protect yourself. So you can sail with me.”

You feel tears welling up again, but you bite them back.

“I will,” you whisper “I’ll train. I’ll learn. I’ll get strong enough… strong enough to protect myself. Strong enough to protect you too, Luffy”

Luffy smiles, even though it hurts “I’ll be waitin’ for you.”

You lean your forehead against his hand, your heart aching with love and hope and fear all at once.

“I promise,” you whisper “I’ll come back stronger.”

A few feet away, Law watches silently. He doesn’t say anything. But for the first time in a long while, you feel something steady beneath your feet, like maybe, somehow, you’ll be okay.

The Heart Pirates welcome you in without questions.

Bepo brings you tea. Shachi and Penguin joke around loudly to make you smile. Even Jean Bart nods at you sometimes when you pass him in the hall.

You try to smile back. You try to act normal. You try so, so hard.

In the daytime, you throw yourself into studying. Law gives you heavy books, scrolls, and old medical charts. He shows you how to grind herbs, how to recognize poisons, how to stitch a wound without shaking.

“Again,” he says calmly when your fingers fumble “Until it’s second nature.”

You nod. You always nod. You’re determined.

You even start making your own little mixes, salves for bruises, sleeping powders (not that you dare take them yourself), small bombs made from herbs and oils.

“You’re like a damn witch” Penguin laughs one afternoon, watching you stir a smoking green liquid in a jar.

You snort “Better than being useless.”

Law watches from the corner of the room, arms crossed, saying nothing.

At night, though, everything falls apart.

You can’t sleep. Every time you close your eyes, you see Ace falling. You hear Luffy screaming. You feel the helplessness crushing your chest until you can’t even breathe.

You jerk awake gasping, heart slamming against your ribs, your clothes sticking to you with cold sweat.

You curl up on your bunk, pressing your fists over your face, trying not to cry out.

You think no one notices.

You’re wrong.

One night, after another nightmare rips you out of sleep, you stumble out of your room, trying to catch your breath. You sit on the cold metal floor of the hallway, pressing your back against the wall.

“Nightmare?”

The voice makes you jump.

You look up. Law stands a few feet away, arms folded, leaning against the wall. His face is calm as always, but his eyes… his eyes are softer. Sadder.

You wipe your face quickly “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t move. Just looks at you for a long moment.

“You’re a terrible liar” he says finally.

You let out a shaky laugh “Thanks.”

Silence stretches between you.

“You’re not weak for hurting” Law says after a while, voice low “Pain doesn’t disappear just because you pretend it’s gone.”

You swallow hard. Something cracks in your chest.

“I lost him,” you whisper “I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t save him. I just watched, just like with Sabo.”

Law’s jaw tightens slightly. He walks closer, slow, like he’s giving you time to push him away if you want.

“You did everything you could” he says “Sometimes… that’s just not enough but doesn't mean you did something wrong.”

You blink up at him, surprised by the rough edge in his voice.

“You talk like you’ve lost someone too” you say, almost without thinking.

His mouth tightens into a thin line. For a second, he doesn’t answer.

Then he says quietly, “Yeah.”

Another silence, heavier this time.

You hug your knees to your chest “It hurts. It hurts so much.”

Law kneels down in front of you. Close, but not touching.

“I know” he says simply.

And somehow, that’s the first thing that makes you feel less alone.

From that night on, things change.

Law still trains you hard. Still corrects your mistakes with sharp words and steady hands. But sometimes, when he catches you zoning out, lost in memories, he’ll tap the table sharply to pull you back. Sometimes, when the nightmares get really bad, you’ll find a cup of calming tea left outside your door. No note. No explanation.

You never say thank you and he never asks for it, but you both know.

Slowly, painfully, you start stitching yourself back together.

One day, you swear, you’ll be strong enough to protect what you love. And this time you won’t lose.

Days turn into weeks.

You spend most of your time training, reading, studying, practicing stitches, memorizing herbs. You work until your hands cramp and your head pounds.

One afternoon, you sit on the deck of the Polar Tang, grinding dried leaves into powder. Your hair is a mess, your fingers stained green, but you don’t care. You’re focused.

Law watches you for a while from the stairs, arms crossed.

“You’re learning fast” he says finally.

You look up, smiling a little “Thanks.”

“But,” he says, walking closer, “the Straw Hats already have a doctor. From what I know, he is… good.”

You blink. The words sting a little more than you want to admit.

“I’m not trying to replace him” you mumble.

“I know.” Law sits down across from you, setting his sword beside him “That’s why I’m telling you this now that you know enough.”

He taps a finger against the deck, thinking.

“You’re good with herbs. With potions. You’re creative,” he says. His eyes narrow a little, studying you like he’s fitting a puzzle together “What if we move on now and you focus on something that makes you stronger in battle?”

You frown, confused “Like what?”

Law leans back against the wall, looking almost lazy but you can tell he’s serious.

“Potions. Weapons. Transfiguration, even” he says calmly “You could craft poisons. Healing salves. Smokescreens. Maybe even weapons that change shape. Things nobody expects.”

You stare at him, heart thudding faster.

“You mean… like a battle witch?” you say half-joking.

Law smirks, just a little “If that’s what you want to call it.”

You stare down at your hands. It feels scary. Different. But also… right.

Something you can be. Not just following in Luffy’s shadows. Your own strength.

“I want to try” you say, voice steady.

Law nods once “Good. Then we start tomorrow.”

You blink “That fast?”

“Battlefields don’t wait,” Law says, standing up “Neither should you.”

He pauses for a second. His voice drops softer “You have potential. Don’t waste it.”

Before you can even answer, he’s already walking away, coat swishing behind him.

You sit there, stunned. Excited. Terrified.

And for the first time since Marineford, you feel something else, too... hope.

And then training starts again, and as hard as always.

Law doesn’t go easy on you just because you’re still healing. If anything, he pushes you harder, drilling you on herbs that can paralyze, potions that heal faster, even how to throw small smoke bombs to cover retreats.

“You can’t just make things,” he says one day, hands folded behind his back “You have to use them. In real time. No hesitation.”

You nod, teeth gritted.

The first mission comes faster than you expect.

A small island. A skirmish. A cargo pickup gone wrong.

You cling to the sides of the Polar Tang as it surfaces just offshore. Your stomach twists with nerves, but you press a hand to the little pouch of potions at your belt.

“You ready, Witch?” Penguin teases, grinning.

Law calls you that sometimes too now “Witch”.

At first it annoyed you.

Now… when Law says it, it almost sounds fond.

You push the thought away “Let’s go” you say, voice steady.

In the fight, everything you practiced crashes into reality.

You duck under a sword swing, whip a vial of sleeping powder at the enemy’s face. It explodes in a soft green puff, the man drops like a rock.

You barely have time to breathe before another rushes you.

Your heart races. You fumble for another potion, a heavier one before a blur of blue and steel slices the air.

Law steps between you and the attacker, katana flashing. In one smooth motion, he drops the enemy without even blinking.

“You’re still slow,” he says coolly, glancing at you “Fix that.”

Your face burns “I’m trying!”

But later, when the battle is over and everyone’s tending to scrapes and bruises, Law walks by you, pausing just long enough to murmur “Good instincts.”

You blink.

You don’t answer, but your heart skips anyway.

Weeks pass.

Your skills sharpen. Your hands move quicker, your ideas flow faster. You make small grenades from seaweed oil. Healing sprays that numb pain instantly. Distraction bombs that flash bright colors.

Law watches you more often now, from across rooms, over the tops of books, during training drills.

At first you think you’re imagining it. Until one day, after you bandage a wound on his arm, quick, clean and professional, and Law looks at you with something unreadable in his eyes.

“You’re not the same person you were when you got here” he says.

You smile faintly “Neither are you.”

His mouth quirks, just slightly, like he wants to smile but doesn’t know how.

You notice stupid things now, the way his hair falls into his eyes when he’s tired, the rare rasp of laughter when Bepo does something ridiculous, the low, calm hum of his voice when he explains something complicated just to make sure you understand.

You hate it.

You hate that your chest tightens when he stands too close.

You hate that you look forward to hearing him call you “Witch”.

You hate it because caring about people hurts. You already know how that story ends.

One night, you sit alone on the deck, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the stars. The ocean is quiet. The world feels… less heavy.

You hear footsteps behind you, soft and careful.

Law sits down beside you without asking.

For a long time, neither of you speaks. Then, he says, voice low “You’re still not sleeping.”

It’s not a question.

You close your eyes “Neither are you.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, a real smile this time, small and tired “Touché.”

You breathe in the salty air, heart beating way too fast.

It feels dangerous, but somehow, it feels okay.

Maybe caring doesn’t have to mean losing. Maybe sometimes, it means surviving together.

Months pass.

The Polar Tang feels like home now. The crew jokes with you. Bepo brings you your favorite tea without asking. Jean Bart lets you win at cards sometimes even though he’s terrible at hiding it.

And Law is still Law. Sharp words. Quiet stares. But sometimes, when you pass by each other in the narrow halls, your shoulders brush and neither of you moves away.

One afternoon, you’re hunched over a workbench deep in the ship. Herbs, powders, pieces of metal, tiny vials, all scattered in front of you. Your latest project.

“You’ve been sitting there for hours.”

You jolt, almost dropping your vial. Law stands in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable look again.

“I’m working on something” you say, defensive.

Law walks closer, glancing over your shoulder.

You bite your lip, a little embarrassed. On the table is a rough design of a kind of weapon. A bracelet lined with tiny hidden capsules you can trigger during battle, potions for healing, poison, smoke bombs, even flash bursts.

“Smart,” Law says, surprising you “Lightweight. Quick access.”

You blink up at him “You really think so?”

He leans in a little closer, studying the rough sketches. His shoulder brushes yours, warm through the thin fabric.

“You could stabilize the capsules with resin,” he murmurs, half to himself “Faster activation. Less chance of them breaking accidentally.”

You nod quickly, grabbing a pen, scribbling notes.

Law watches you work for a second. Then he pulls something out of his pocket and sets it on the table, a small silver clasp, shaped like a skull.

You look at it, confused.

“Found it last mission,” he says. His voice is almost… shy “Figured you could use it. For the bracelet.”

Your throat tightens.

It’s nothing. Just a small piece of scrap metal.

But it’s from him.

You swallow the lump in your throat and pick it up carefully.

“Thank you” you whisper.

Law shrugs like it’s no big deal. But when you glance up, you catch him looking at you, in a way that looks like you’re something rare and breakable and important all at once.

You force yourself to smile “If you keep being this nice, people are gonna think you like me or something.”

It’s a joke. A stupid, nervous joke.

Law’s eyes flash and for a second, just a second, you see something real. But he only smirks, tilting his head “Guess I’ll have to be meaner, then.”

You laugh real, loud, from your gut. And for once, the sound doesn’t feel heavy.

Later that night, you finish the bracelet.

It fits perfectly around your wrist, it's light, strong, deadly.

Yours.

You stand on the deck alone, letting the sea breeze whip through your hair.

Your fingers trace the little silver skull at the clasp. A gift. A promise.

And for the first time, you don’t just feel like someone who survived. You feel like someone who’s becoming.

Eight months.

That’s how long it’s been since Marineford. Since you left Luffy on the beach and promised you’d come back stronger.

You’re not there yet. But you’re close.

Your potions work. Your body is faster. Your mind sharper. You’ve learned how to move through chaos and how to survive it.

Your new mission’s supposed to be simple. Quick trade. Neutral island. In and out. Of course, it goes to hell.

A double-cross. Gunfire. Mercenaries.

You fight your way through smoke, throwing a blinding bomb at the enemy, your bracelet hissing softly as it dispenses the next ready capsule.

It’s working until you hear a gunshot too close.

You whip around just in time to see Law drop to one knee, clutching his shoulder.

Your heart stops.

“Law!”

You run to him, potion already in hand, shoving it into the wound before he can even argue “Don’t move—just let me—dammit, don’t move!”

He grabs your wrist, tight, to steady you “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine!” Your voice cracks “You’re bleeding!”

He watches you, not with pain, but surprise.

You never yell at him like this. Not even during training. But something about seeing him hurt, even a little, rips through you like fire.

You help him to cover. Bepo and the others push the enemy back, and soon it’s over but your hands are still shaking.

Later, back on the ship, the crew patches up the rest of their injuries.

You sit beside Law in the infirmary, cleaning blood from his coat.

Penguin strolls in and drops onto a stool beside you “Not bad back there, Witch. You actually looked kind of cool.”

You raise a brow, smirking “Kind of?”

He grins “Don’t get cocky.”

You snort and keep cleaning. But out of the corner of your eye, you catch Law quietly watching. His jaw a little tight.

He says nothing but you kind of feel the shift in the air.

Two days after the fight, you’re in the engine room mixing new compounds.

Penguin walks in, grinning as usual "Need a taste tester, Witch?"

You don’t even look up "Unless you wanna grow gills or pass out for an hour, I’d wait."

He laughs and leans against the counter "Still impressive, though. The way you protected Law back there."

You pause, hands tightening around the vial you’re holding.

"He’s the captain," you say flatly "I wasn’t gonna let him bleed out in the dirt."

“Still,” Penguin says “You were… intense. I think he even let you yell at him.”

You finally look up, frowning.

Then movement at the door. Law. He’s standing just outside the room, arms crossed. Listening. Watching.

You don’t know how long he’s been there. He doesn’t speak. Just turns on his heel and walks away.

Later that night, you find him alone in the medbay, reviewing some notes.

"You good?" you ask softly.

He doesn’t look up "Fine."

You hesitate "You sure?"

He finally glances at you. His voice is cool, not cruel, just... distant "As long as no one else is talking about how I was bleeding out in the dirt, yeah."

You blink. Okay. So he did hear that.

You try to shrug it off "Penguin’s just messing around. You know how he is."

Law doesn’t answer.

You stay there a few more seconds, then quietly leave.

The next day, on the island, you’re helping organize supplies when you see Law at a vendor’s table, trading herbs with a woman who keeps laughing too loudly at everything he says.

He doesn’t laugh back. But he doesn’t walk away either.

You feel something twist in your chest. You force yourself to smile, to turn back to your work.

Later, when he joins the crew again, you barely meet his eyes.

"You okay?" he asks, voice even.

"Yeah" you lie.

What the hell is happening to you?

That night, you lie awake in your bunk, staring at the ceiling.

You keep replaying the moment Penguin made that comment. The way Law left without a word. The way he stood near that woman. The fact that none of this should matter but it does.

Like why lately you notice things you never noticed before. Like why does it matter to you if a woman flirt with him?

You press your hand to your chest, right where your bracelet rests against your skin.

You don’t know what this feeling is.

You just know you can’t let it grow.

Across the ship, in his own room, Law stares at a half-written report.

He can’t stop thinking about the way you laughed with Penguin. The way you avoided his eyes afterward. The shift in your voice.

He tells himself it’s nothing. He tells himself you’ll be gone in a year anyway.

Still… he closes the report and doesn’t sleep at all.

One year and three months.

You’re stronger now. Faster. Sharper. You know how to fight, how to mix, how to survive.

You’ve lived through storms and gunfire. You’ve taken lives, and you’ve saved them too.

But sometimes, the past doesn’t care how strong you are.

Sometimes it sneaks in when you least expect it.

You’re sitting in the Polar Tang’s storage room, sorting herbs by scent. It’s a quiet job. A repetitive one. Usually it calms you.

Not today.

A smell hits you, one of the dried plants from a southern island. Strong. Burnt. Familiar.

You freeze.

Because it smells like Ace’s coat. The one he used to throw over you when you were cold. The one that always carried smoke and fire and sun.

Your hands stop moving.

Your chest aches like it did that day on the battlefield.

You press your palms over your face. Try to breathe.

You can’t.

You leave the room without thinking. Stumble down the hallway. Find the old supply closet and slip inside, shut the door, slide to the floor. And then you’re crying. Harder than you have in months.

You don’t hear the door open.

But you feel it when someone kneels in front of you.

"Hey" Law says quietly.

You wipe at your face, but your voice still shakes "I’m fine."

He doesn’t answer right away. Just sits beside you. Close, but not touching.

"You’re not."

You swallow hard "It’s stupid. Just a smell. Just—"

"Fire?"

Your head jerks up.

He’s not looking at you. He’s staring ahead, eyes distant.

"It reminded you of your brother" he says.

You nod slowly “It’s been so long. And I still—”

"I know."

You look at him.

And that’s when he says "Corazon… used to smell like gunpowder and old cigars. Not in a bad way. Just… constant. Burned into my memory."

Your heart skips. Because Law never talked to you about Corazon so openly.

You barely breathe.

"I forget his face sometimes," Law says softly “But I never forget that smell.”

The silence after is thick. Full of ghosts.

You sit with it.

Then, quietly, you say, “What happened to him?”

You think he won’t answer but then "He died to save me."

You blink fast, chest twisting "I'm sorry."

Law’s voice is dry "You didn’t do it."

"I know. I just..." You reach up, rub your thumb along your wrist "It hurts, doesn’t it? When someone gives up everything for you. And then they're just… gone."

He doesn’t speak but then you feel his hand, brushing yours. He doesn’t hold it. Doesn’t grip. Just enough to let you know he’s there.

You let your fingers brush back.

Both of you sit there, in the dark and the quiet. Neither of you names the weight in your chest. Or the heat that’s slowly grown between you over the months. The way your breath catches when he’s too close. The way you watch him when he’s not looking. The way you burn when someone else does.

You don’t name it but it’s there, unmistakable.

A minute passes. Maybe five.

Then Law stands.

"You should rest."

You nod, eyes red “You too.”

He steps toward the door. Then pauses.

“You don’t have to forget him,” he says “You just have to keep living.”

Your breath catches.

“Same goes for you��� you whisper.

Law doesn’t turn around but you see his hand curl at his side. Tight.

Then he walks out, and the door closes behind him.

One year and six months.

That’s how long it’s been since Marineford.

And you are stronger and sharper.

The crew trusts you. Your skills are unmatched. Even Law lets you take the lead on some missions now.

But underneath all that, something else has grown. You and him, you're close.

He watches your back in battle like it's instinct. You can read the tension in his jaw before he even speaks. You can finish each other's plans before they're spoken.

But there’s a weight behind every shared glance because neither of you says what’s circling in your chest.

And now there’s a clock ticking.

“Four months” you say quietly, looking out over the deck at the open sea.

Law is beside you, leaning against the rail, arms folded.

You don’t look at him when you say it. You can’t.

“I go back to him in four months.”

Law doesn’t reply.

The silence stretches, long and heavy.

You force a smile “You’ll be glad to have the quiet again.”

Still, he says nothing.

Then finally, softly “I won’t.”

You freeze.

He looks ahead. Not at you. Not even close but your heart is pounding now.

You don’t know what to say. So you don’t say anything.

The silence between you shifts after that.

He stands closer now. His fingers brush yours more often. Sometimes, his eyes stay on you too long when he thinks you won’t notice. But you notice everything.

That night, you can’t sleep.

Your chest aches like it used to, only it’s not grief for the past this time, it’s for the future. For leaving this ship, this crew... him.

You lie on your side, staring at the dark ceiling. And just like before, when you’re about to drown in it there’s a knock.

Soft.

Rhythmic.

You already know who it is.

You don’t say anything. Just open the door.

Law stands there. Still in his coat. Still unreadable.

You don’t ask why he came.

You don’t speak.

You just step back and let him in.

He doesn’t touch you.

But he sits on the bed beside you, closer than he ever used to, and he stays for hours.

The two of you say nothing, but in that silence everything hurts, everything burns, because in four months, you leave and neither of you knows how to say don’t go.

You can feel it in the air.

There’s only a month left before you leave the Polar Tang, before you return to Luffy. To the Straw Hats. To the promise you made.

And everyone knows it.

Bepo watches you with round, quiet eyes whenever you walk into the room.

Shachi and Penguin keep pulling you into games and conversations, laughing a little louder than usual.

Even Ikkaku made you a new satchel for your potion tools with stitched initials and everything.

You feel it in the little things.

The way they hover when you pack.

The way Bepo asks if you’ll remember them.

The way Shachi elbows you and says, "Don’t get too famous without us."

They’re hurting but they’re making room for your goodbye.

All of them... except him.

Law has gone suddently cold.

Gone are the long silences in your room. Gone are the late-night conversations, the tea he used to make when he thought you weren’t sleeping.

Gone is the warmth.

Now it’s curt nods. Dismissed glances. Command-voice only.

He walks past you in the halls like you’re already gone, and you hate it so much it makes your hands shake.

You try to bring it up. Carefully.

Sitting at the dinner table with the crew, twirling your fork through your food.

“Hey,” you say “Is something going on with Law?”

The table stiffens.

Shachi and Penguin suddenly become fascinated with their soup.

Bepo clears his throat.

“What do you mean?” Bepo asks, too lightly.

“I mean he’s acting weird,” you say, eyes scanning them “He won’t even look at me. Did I do something?”

“No! No, of course not” Shachi says quickly.

“Maybe he’s just busy” Penguin adds.

You narrow your eyes “You’re all lying.”

Ikkaku chimes in “You’re imagining it.”

But they can’t even hold your gaze.

You drop your fork and lean back.

Something is wrong.

That night, you find him in the medbay.

Again.

Head bent over papers he doesn’t need to read. Same ones as last week. Maybe the week before.

“Hey...” you say, stepping inside.

He doesn’t look up.

You close the door behind you.

“You’re avoiding me.”

“No I’m not.”

“Don’t lie to me, Law. You haven’t looked at me in a week.”

“I’ve been working.”

“Bullshit.”

His eyes flick up, sharp.

You take a breath and step closer “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re pretending I’m already gone.”

“You are going.”

The words slam into your chest.

“I’m still here now.”

“But you won’t be.”

Your voice rises “That doesn’t mean you get to treat me like I’m nothing!”

“I’m trying to make it easier.”

“For who? You?! Because it sure as hell isn’t easier for me!”

“I can’t—” He stops. Swallows.

And then, low, rough “I can’t do this.”

“Do what, Law?” your voice still high.

He finally looks at you and you wish he hadn’t.

His eyes are full of things you don’t understand.

“You’re going back...” he says “To your brother. To your captain. To your real crew.”

"And? These were the plans."

And for the first time since you met him, Law yells... and he yells someting you would have never expected “I’m gonna lose you!”

You freeze.

For you it just doesn’t make sense.

“...I’m not yours to lose.”

The words hang in the air like a slap.

You regret them the second they leave your mouth. But he’s already moving.

Crossing the space between you in two steps, fast and wild and furious, and then his hands are in your hair, his mouth on yours. And your world stops.

The kiss isn’t sweet.

It’s desperate. Like a dam finally cracking after months under pressure. His hands tremble as they hold your face, lips crashing against yours like he needs this to breathe.

You don’t think.

You kiss him back, full of every ache, every longing, every unanswered question.

You grip his coat, pull him closer. Your chest presses to his. Your heart feels like it’ll break through your ribs.

And when he finally pulls away, he looks at you like he’s ruined everything.

His voice is barely a whisper “I’m sorry.”

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

You’re stunned. Breathless. Heart raw.

So he turns and leaves and you just let him.

It’s been four days since he kissed you.

Four days since his hands were in your hair.

Four days since his mouth was on yours like it was the only way he could speak. And he’s pretending it never happened.

You tried to wait. To give him time. To breathe. To be patient even though your heart won’t stop pounding every time he walks into a room.

But every time he does, it’s like it never happened.

He’s back to clinical, sharp, captain-mode.

“You missed a measurement in this report.”

“Meet me on deck in fifteen.”

“Test batch needs refinement.”

Not a single glance. Not a crack in his voice. And it’s killing you.

Even the crew notices.

Bepo watches you with big worried eyes.

Shachi looks like he wants to say something every time Law leaves the room, but never does.

Penguin just sighs.

You try to keep it together, you really do... until the fifth day.

You find him alone in the engine room, hunched over blueprints. Your stomach turns, but you step forward anyway.

“Law” you say, soft but steady.

He doesn’t look up “What?”

You stare at the back of his head “You’re really gonna act like nothing happened?”

Silence.

He slowly rolls up the blueprint “I don’t know what you mean.”

A hot, bitter laugh escapes you “Unbelievable.”

“Don’t start.”

“Don’t start?” Your voice rises “You kissed me, didn't you Trafalgar? You kissed me like I was the last person on earth, and now you won’t even look at me!”

He sets the paper down. His back still to you “It was a mistake.”

Your throat tightens.

“A mistake...” you repeat.

He finally turns, face blank. But his eyes are just dead and cold, like he’s trying to kill something inside.

You step forward “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to pretend I imagined it.”

“I don’t have time for—”

“Stop lying.”

Your voice cracks “I’m leaving in three weeks, and you’d rather throw all of this away than be honest with me.”

“You’re leaving,” he growls “What’s the point in—”

“So what?! So you’d rather throw away everything we are than admit it hurts?”

He says nothing.

Your hands are shaking. Your chest heaves “I know what that kiss meant. Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

You’re close now. Too close. And still he won’t look at you.

So you whisper “…Did it really mean nothing to you?”

He finally looks at you and his mask slips just for a second.

Something flashes in his eyes, something like pain, regret and fear, and you see it, but then it’s gone, and his jaw hardens.

“I’m your captain,” he says, voice low “That’s all.”

You feel like the floor falls out beneath you.

“Right...” you whisper “Of course.”

You turn but stop right in front of the door and without turning to look at him you just say "Honestly? Fuck you."

You open the door and leave.

He doesn’t stop you.

The morning you’re supposed to leave is quiet. Too quiet.

Even the sea feels like it’s holding its breath.

You stand on the dock with your bag slung over one shoulder and your coat hanging heavy on your back. The same coat Bepo helped you patch up. The same bag filled with tonics, vials, and handmade notebooks stuffed with training notes.

You’ve done what you came here to do.

You’ve kept your promise to Luffy.

You’ve survived. You’ve grown.

And still, your heart is aching like it’s being pulled in two.

The crew is gathered to see you off.

Bepo’s ears droop “Write us.”

Shachi holds out a charm he carved, a tiny wooden whale “For luck.”

Penguin hugs you a little too tight and mutters “We’ll miss you.”

Even Ikkaku pulls you in and ruffles your hair with a forced smile.

They all know what this is. What it feels like to say goodbye to someone who became more than just crew.

But still, they try to send you off with warmth.

They all do... except him.

Law isn’t there. Not on the dock. Not by the ramp. Not even watching from the shadows like he usually does.

You glance toward the ship. Empty.

He’s really not coming...

It stings worse than you thought it would.

You pretend it doesn’t. You keep your smile steady. You hug Bepo one last time, gripping him tight like he’s the last safe thing left in the world. And then you step forward toward the small boat waiting for you.

The one that'll take you to Sabaody Archipelago so that the Heart Pirates don't have to change their route.

You’re two steps from the ramp.

And then “Wait.”

Your breath catches.

You turn and there he is.

Law stands at the edge of the dock, coat billowing in the sea breeze, expression unreadable but eyes unmistakably wrecked.

Your heart punches into your ribs.

You don’t move.

Neither does he.

So you speak first. Voice soft “You weren’t going to come.”

“I wasn’t” he admits.

Silence.

“Changed your mind?” you ask, half a smile, half a plea.

He doesn't answer that. Just walks closer until he’s a few feet away. Not touching distance but too close to pretend you’re strangers.

He looks at you like he's memorizing every inch.

You want to cry but you don’t, even though your eyes are so full that your vision is all blurry.

“You came to say goodbye?” you ask.

“No.”

His voice is rough. Not angry. Raw.

“I came to say I hate this.”

You blink.

“I hate that you’re leaving. I hate that you’re not staying. I hate that I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again.”

Your heart clenches “I’m not dying, Law.”

“But you’re still leaving.”

“I told you I would.”

“I know.”

More silence but the wind is loud. The gulls are louder. But all you can hear is him.

“I don’t want to lose you” he says, eyes locked on yours.

The same words from weeks ago but this time, there’s no mask.

No cold walls.

Just him.

You swallow “You’re not.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not—"

“I don’t know how else to say it,” he snaps suddenly, and his voice cracks “As you said you’re not mine, and you never were, but I... I still...”

He cuts himself off.

And you’re shaking.

The words hover between you. Unfinished. Alive.

Your throat is tight “I never said I wanted to leave you behind.”

“You’re going back to him. To your new crew with your brother. That’s where your place is.”

“And where’s my heart supposed to go?”

The question spills out before you can stop it.

And that’s it. That’s what breaks him.

He steps forward. Hands trembling, eyes burning.

He grabs your face, not hard, but desperate, and presses his forehead to yours like he’s praying.

“I don’t know what this is,” he breathes “But it hurts.”

You’re crying now. Quietly.

“I don’t know either,” you whisper “But I think I’ll miss you so much it might kill me.”

He pulls you in, arms wrapping around you, burying his face into your shoulder. And for the first time in two years, Trafalgar Law lets himself hold you.

He holds you like he’s trying to burn the shape of you into his bones.

No kiss.

No promises.

Just the truth in the silence between your heartbeats.

And when you finally pull away, when the ship horn calls, when the wind rises again, he lets you go.

Not because he wants to. But because he has to.

You step on the boat.

The ramp is pulled up and you see the crew waving. And you see him still there, still watching.

And you think, I’ll see you again.

No matter what.

You will.

The boat begins to move.

Too slowly.

Too quickly.

Too final.

You're still facing the dock, still watching Law, frozen where you left him. Stoic. Silent.

The others wave. Bepo wipes his nose. Shachi keeps yelling “We love you, stay alive!” while Penguin shushes him with red ears.

But Law doesn’t wave.

He just stands there.

Like if he moves, he’ll lose whatever last piece of you he’s clinging to.

And then you feel it in your chest. That you can't go like this. That he needs more than silence. And so do you.

So you do something impulsive.

Something wildly you.

You cup your hands to your mouth and scream “LAW!”

Heads arount there all turn. The crew jolts. Even Bepo flinches.

But Law lifts his head. Eyes wide.

And you yell again, urgent and fierce and blazing “COME HERE—HURRY!”

He doesn’t ask why, doesn’t think.

He just runs.

For the first time anyone on his crew has ever seen, Trafalgar D. Water Law runs, coat flying, sword swinging on his hip, boots pounding against the dock.

Penguin blurts, “Holy shi—he’s running?!”

Even Bepo looks speechless.

Law reaches the edge just as the boat’s still close enough.

You’re at the railing, knees on the side, hand reaching.

He gets close.

You grab him.

Fist clenched in the collar of his coat, you pull him upward just enough and you kiss him. Fast. Fierce. Final.

You kiss him like it’s the last thing you’ll remember. And he doesn’t hesitate. Not this time.

His hands find your arms, just briefly. But you’re already pulling back, already slipping away as the boat starts to rise off the waterline.

His fingers curl at his sides like he’s trying not to reach again.

You’re breathless, flushed, beaming.

You cup your hands again.

“I’ll come back!” you shoutn“Wait for me, I promise!”

His lips part, chest rising. He doesn’t say anything but you see it in his eyes, that he believes you.

You grin wildly, tug your coat tighter, and shout one last thing “Break it!”

You point at his jacket where your hand was.

He looks down slowly.

Fingers brush his collar. Something’s there.

A small orb. Light, palm-sized, sealed with your initials carved faintly into the surface.

He narrows his eyes then snaps it.

A puff of smoke bursts out instantly, curling into the air in a soft spiral. The wind brushes it aside…

And inside, where the smoke clears a charm. Small. Handmade.

It’s a tiny glass bottle. Inside it, dried blue bell petals, the same flowers from that island you said reminded you of Ace.

The same ones you once said helped you sleep.

Around the neck of the bottle is a black thread.

A single word carved on a tin tag looped around it “Love”.

Law stares.

No one says anything.

Bepo swallows loudly “…She gave him a charm?”

Shachi whispers, “He’s gonna wear it under his coat, I bet."

But Law doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move.

He just stands there, charm in hand, watching your boat fade into the distance.

Watching until he can’t see you anymore.

And only then, he allows himself to close his eyes and hold the charm to his heart.

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

First Dates (Luke, Marius, Artem, Vyn)

Cw: Fluff

NXX boys x Fem! Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Luke

Luke’s style seems to gravitate towards stuff like them park dates and county fair dates, so that’s what he does for your first

He picks you up early on a Saturday morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. You're almost annoyed because no one should be so perky before 10 am in the morning. And he doesn’t need coffee rude

The two of you stop for a quick breakfast before descending on the theme park

After that you run through the usual culprits: twirly rides, house of mirrors, a couple roller coasters (before lunch, not after), pretending to be scared at the haunted house rides

he shows off his aim at some of the game booths winning you exactly what you want

You even manage to convince him to do face painting with you

In all honesty, it feels like being kids again. Except kids don’t hold hands and find secluded areas to make out

In the evening you find a nice little hill--scratch that, the two of you are definitely sitting next to each other on the Farris wheel while you watch the fireworks

Marius

A date with Marius is upscale. You definitely need a fancy dress which he has no problems paying for

It comes in two parts

First he takes you to an art gallery. One he totally rented out for the night

You’re more than happy to watch him smile and talk about his art. He always lights up and sometimes loses that mask of the rich little shit and it is a treat

You spend several hours there, but he’s mindful of your comfort. Heels are a bitch to walk in for long periods of time. 

When you’re ready to leave, Marius takes you to a super fancy restaurant. You went a little pale when you saw where you were going, then reminded you that Marius has the money to volunteer to give you ridiculously expensive dogs. A private reservation overlooking a quiet park is no biggie for Mr. Acting President von Hagen.  

All in all, it’s very nice. You can’t get out of being the object of his teasing and no matter how fancy the joint, he still gets full named. 

Artem

A first date with Artem is classic. Dinner and a movie. 

The two of you ended up going back and forth about who picked the movie and diner, eventually settling on you picking the movie while he picked the diner.

You did your research and picked something that would appeal to both of you. A reshowing of a timeless chick flick: The Titanic (Is the Titanic a classic in 2030?)

Artem makes sure he has plenty of tissues he knows you’re prone to crying at the end

Afterwards, you two have an in depth debate over whether Jack and Rose would have both fit on the door. He tells you that if that ever happens, he’ll make sure both of you survive. 

For diner Artem takes you to a nice Mom-and-Pop restaurant. It turns out he’s been going there since he was a kid and the proprietors are really happy to see that “Artie finally found himself a nice girl. It’s about time.”

Despite their gentle teasing, the food there really is some of the best you’ve ever had

Of course, Artem drives you home himself and walks you to the door

Vyn

And last, but never least Vyn “here are my red flags” Richter

On the scale of fancy to classic to casual, Vyn ends up bringing you on a date that rates somewhere between fancy and classic. It’s classy, it’s upscale, but it’s not oozing “I run a conglomerate” either

He takes you to see a ballet or an Opera. Swan lake, maybe, Something refined, much like your date

Of course, you have very good seats. Vyn wouldn’t have anything else.

After the show, you go to a quiet, but upscale restaurant. It’s one well known for it’s wine, which the guy is an absolute stickler for. 

Vyn is a complete gentleman the entire time. Really, he always is. Treating you with nothing but the utmost respect, despite his concerning manipulative tendencies and you enjoy seeing a glimpse of what Vyn is like when you’re not calling him Dr. Richter.

[bluelockmaniac]

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 — ˎˊ˗ dad itoshi sae x mama fem!reader

"luewam, luewom, lukewome!" your three-year-old daughter squeals, her giggles ringing through the house as her tiny feet dart across the hardwood floor. you chase after her, spoon in hand, attempting to avoid stumbling on the scattered toys she never picks up.

ever since she had learned that infuriating word– the word that seemed to naturally and carelessly slip out of the impulsive lips of itoshi sae– your life had become a complete mess filled with chaos (and your child’s high-pitched laugh of triumph).

and to make matters worse, your daughter's first word was not ‘mama’. nor was it ‘papa’. you still vividly recall that day as if it had occurred yesterday.

"gah... ah..." the little carbon copy of sae babbles, her thumb tucked in her mouth, wide, sparkly eyes darting between her parents. she watches the two of you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, sensing some sort of anticipation that her tiny brain could not yet grasp.

"sae, she's going to say her first word!" you laugh, clutching your husband's arm. although sae seemed to share only a fraction of your excitement, you could read the amused expression on his calm face.

"l-lu..." she pulls her thumb from her mouth, a glistening string of saliva stretching between her finger and lips. "luewaam!"

in that moment, your heart sinks, all the former expectations leaving you at a rapid pace, the corners of her lips curling upwards as she proudly declared her newfound term. nothing could compare to the crestfallen expression you wore that day. sae, on the other hand, chuckles proudly, scooping his little mimic into his arms.

"baby, come hereee!" you pant, pausing as you try to catch your breath. the speed of toddlers is not to be underestimated.

sae was watching all this— all your struggles— with a fond smile. he stretches out his arms for his daughter, and she cheerfully runs into her father’s embrace, her tiny hands resting on his shoulders as she steadies herself on his knees.

"you're a brat, aren't you?" he smiles at her, gently placing a hand on her back to support her. she simply giggles, then turns around and points at you with an accusatory finger.

"mama... luewam!"

you pout, setting the plate of mashed potatoes on the living room table before sitting beside them with your arms crossed against your chest.

your daughter bore a striking resemblance to sae— she had inherited your hair colour, but her eyes were identical to his, those gorgeous turquoise eyes framed by thick lashes.

"sae, see what you've taught her? i thought i told you to stop saying that word... how am i going to feed her annoying, cheeky ass now?"

you shoot her a feigned glare, and she responds by excitedly burying her messy face against sae's chest. your gaze shifted back to your guilty-looking husband.

sae simply averted his eyes from your threatening glare, his fingers ruffling through his daughter's soft hair. "she says the food is lukewarm. isn't that right, princess?" he asks.

"yesss! food luewam!" she chimes, giggles muffled against his shirt.

you couldn’t help but smile, despite your efforts to appear stern. his expression always seemed to soften when he looked at the little creature. he presses an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

he looks back at you and gestures for the spoon, which you were more than happy to hand over, and settles his daughter on his thigh. "say ahh," he prompts, gently nudging the spoon against her tightly sealed lips.

she stares at him intently, gaze drawn to the food on the bright blue spoon, before breaking into a wide grin, revealing all her tiny teeth, and opening her mouth eagerly.

she took in the food, kicking her feet back and forth delightfully in an attempt to remind you she believes the food tastes much better from her father's hand.

"there y'go... not lukewarm anymore, is it, pretty?" he pinches her plush cheeks, in which she responds with clapping her tiny hands together. she looks up at him, wordlessly pleading for more food with her sparkly eyes fluttering their long lashes at him.

"are you kidding me..." you sigh, slouching down on the couch with defeated eyes.

your daughter notices your exhaustion and interprets it as distress, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. "noo, mama!" she huffed, reaching out to comfort you. she turned to sae, fingers tapping lightly on his shoulder. "papa! mama tiwed!"

"yeah?" he settles her on your lap. "tell mama her food isn't lukewarm."

she looks back and forth between you and sae with puffed out cheeks, as you try your hardest to maintain your composure and not let her lovelines break your resolve.

puckering her lips in mock seriousness, she mumbles, "mama not luewam!”, drawing out yet another chuckle from sae. she smiles at you, “okay...?"

you would have forgiven her if not for the fact that later today, she peeked through the slightly ajar door of your bedroom, and blurted out a loud “luewome!” upon witnessing the “dizzgasting” way you kissed her father.

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