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glenn-slayer · 7 days ago

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Nsfw alphabet for Time Twilight and Wild please... I thirst hard

Can do!

NSFW So MDNI! 18+

Twilight -> Here!

Wild -> Here!

NSFW Alphabet- Time Edition

MDNI! 18+!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

KING of Aftercare. Mans knows what he's doing. I originally was gonna say Twilight or Sky was, but the more I thought about the more I was convinced it's Time. He has the maturity and knowledge and patience needed to effectively and efficiently bring back his beloved from whatever subspace they fell into.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On his partner? Their eyes. They tell him everything he needs to know. Every little emotion that flickers across their irises he's reading. He's adjusting every single one of his actions to better suit whatever emotion is shining in those pretty eyes of yours.

On him? His thighs. Honestly. (Thought I was gonna say hands again, didn't ya?) He loves dragging his lover up and down the muscled flesh, hearing them cry out in pure ecstasy. Or feeling his lover grab at them as they struggle around his length, looking up at him with shiny eyes. Or supporting the weight of his divinity as they bounce up and down on his shaft.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He cums a lot. Idk why I think this, but I just know it. And he loves cumming deep inside of you. Stuffing you so full it leaks out around him. He's got breeder balls, just so full and big and they smack against your ass every time he has you on your back.

There is something to be said about cumming all over his partner's ass though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is the biggest sucker for semi-public sex. Especially in the forest. One of his biggest fantasy's is just chasing you into the woods and pining you to a tree. Just taking you right then and there, where no one can hear how loud you scream his name.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a few lays under his belt. Whether we go with Malon is an ex, or a friend, or their in a poly-ship with reader, Time and Malon probably have slept together. So he has experience. He knows all the right spots, he knows how to use his tongue and fingers in tandem, he knows. And if he doesn't? He's so willing to learn.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves having you on his lap, holding you close while your face to face, raising your hips up and down up and down up and down-

Anything that gives him that view of you. Your facial expressions, your chest sheening with sweat, your everything.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious. He's not very goofy outside of sex, let alone during. Maybe if Reader cracks a small joke, he'll smile, but other than that, he's focusing on every little action and reaction.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Now, this bad boy right here is...not groomed. Sorry not sorry, it had to be said. He has so many more things to focus on, pubic hair is like...third last on that list. When he does get around to it, it's very nice and trimmed. Perfect. But he lets it grow out for a little too long a little too often. As for color? It's probably the same shade as his head hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

you know that scene in movies where the main love interest coats the bed in like rose petals and candles and stuff? Time pioneered that. He is the second biggest romantic, second only to sky, and aims to please.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Used to do it all the time. His adventure(s) were high stress situations and the ones where he was a teen? He needed a form of release or he would've lost his shit. Now that he's met you though?

Well sometimes he still does it to the thought of you, but most times he saves it because he knows the sight of you, dripping with his cum, is something so worth the pent up energy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding Kink.

Whew, glad to get that one off my chest. Even if we already all knew. It doesn't matter if his partner actually can get pregnant, it's just the principle of filling them up, over and over, and over again.

Also, loves edging. I feel it in my tits. He loves pushing his partner to that edge, over and over again only to rip away that pleasure at the last second. It just riles him up like crazy. That control over everything his partner feels makes every part of him just buzz.

Also also, biggest brat tamer. It's part of why he's so open to semi-public sex. If his significant other is being a shithead, he can just take them behind an inn and teach them a lesson :)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that's private is a given. Rooms at inns, private bath houses, you name it. But he's also open to the not-so-private areas. Maybe just out of earshot of camp? Or perhaps in an alleyway? Down stream from where the boys are bathing?

There are just so many good options.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

High stress situations, but that one is a given. But also, strangely domestic situations. Like ones where your cooking for him or where he's out farming while you occupy yourself with your little gardening corner. Coming home to see you, all dolled up in your little apron (Maybe nothing more-), welcoming him home with your habitual welcome home kiss.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There's the perfunctory hurting you in any way shape, or form. But, I also think he's heavily against degrading. Any name is either followed by or started with a 'My' or some sort of praise. It has to be evened out in some sort of way to him. He refuses to let it happen otherwise. It just makes something in him shrivel up and cringe in disgust at himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly, prefers receiving. He loves giving, don't get him wrong, but something about seeing his lover before him, on their knees, with lashes soaked in tears as they struggle to take him? Makes his entire body just buzz in euphoric anticipation.

He's also loves giving too. And he's good at it. He loves teasing them with movements just firm enough to be felt, but nothing concrete enough to get them anywhere. Keeping them right on that brink.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like most of them, depends on his mood. But his favorite? Rough and Slow. Making sure he has every single one of his lover's reactions catalogued and that every future one is predicted before it even happens. If their close, he's ensuring his pace slows just enough. His tempo is steady but just enough to keep them at a buzz instead of the glorious wave of euphoria until he is damn well good and ready.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's open to them. Not his favorite, but when your on the road, sometimes you just gotta take what you can get. Maybe he's fingering you in the dead of night and hoping that you can stay quiet enough to not wake anyone. Maybe he's throwing a blanket over your lap and keeping you seated right where he wants you on his cock. Maybe he's letting you suck him off behind a tree while the boys are doing laundry or something.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's a little into risks. Part of the brat-taming and semi public sex. It just gives him that rush of adrenaline that keeps him buzzing. It's nothing like fighting, where he's constantly watching to save his life, one of the boys' lives, or even your own. No, this is something that he's allowed to relish in and let it run his brain for just a little.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Days, Man has Stamina. He just knows it. He's going until his partner says otherwise. He's always down for pumping load after load into his partner. He's not letting up until the sun is bathing you both in it's perfect rays.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he owns a few. Silken ropes to bind his lover's hands, maybe a gag or two here or there. A few plugs? Just to keep his darling full just a little longer.

If his darling is being a little extra bratty, he'll pull out the leather bound straps designed to keep them stretched and prone for whatever he deems an appropriate punishment.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The worst. The absolute Worst. He is the biggest tease especially when it comes edging. Like I said prior, he's into edging. And that and teasing just go hand in hand together so well. So, yea, he loves to tease.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not overly loud. He's mainly low grunts and groans, any time he thinks he's gonna break just a little, he's muffling his voice into your shoulder or your neck.

If you really wanna hear him, give him a surprise blowjob first thing in the morning, before he has the chance to hide away behind his mask. He'll give you all the pretty noises your heart desires.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If Reader were to bring up a threesome between them and Malon, he would probably do it, if only to see them happy. He has no interest in sharing, but if that's what his darling wants, then that's what it shall be.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

PACKING HEAT-

He's got the girth and the length for a man of his stature. Thick and long, eight inches, eight and a half when hard, with a gorgeous head, redder than his skin tone. Littered with sensitive veins too. Also uncircumcised.

And I know I mentioned this before, but he's got big, heavy balls just full of cum waiting for his lover.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not as high as you would think. It's pretty average, maybe a bit below, but after a super intense situation, I think it's a given he's ready for a romp.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's naturally an insomniac, so he doesn't fall asleep very easily afterwards. No, he instead spends his time watching you sleep, brushing back your hair and soothing over any of the marks he marred your skin with.

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glenn-slayer · 8 days ago

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It's probably very late to ask...but does Dark Link (not his Stinky Dinky lizard self ofc) or First like thy tits or ass

Oh it's never too late to ask <33

Click here to read the other boys and here for the Colors <33

Dark Link: Ass, and he's not afraid to say it. He's not really Hylian, but ass appreciation seems to transcend most species, so his obsession likely started the first time you bent over in his presence. Not the best with self control, so don't be surprised if he just grabs a double handful out of the blue, though Dink does try to keep it on a slight down-low in public on the basis of him being public enemy #1, though he's willing to be the villain if it means getting a piece of that ;)

First: Tits, but is yet another one who will say 'personality' to save face. Unironically ranks his days based on how much titty time he's gotten, even though he'd rather die than have anyone even perceive his true thoughts. Loves loves loves lying his head on your chest for a quick snooze after a long day; doesn't care whether you have big boobs, small boobs, or no boobs at all, because he's such a sucker for the closeness of it all. May actually combust the first time he gets to hear your heartbeat.

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glenn-slayer · 8 days ago

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Chapter 24 - Why are forests so similar?

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The environment that took shape around us was not so different from the one we had been in a short time ago. Surrounded by the vegetation of tall trees, there were not many indications that we had even left the same forest, but by the position of the sun above us I could assume that we were a few hours earlier in the day, or even many years later.

As the last of us passed through the still open, shining portal, I saw the Old Man and the Captain walk away to talk privately, while the others looked around in the hope of recognizing something that could indicate where we were.

Somewhat lost in that situation, I just leaned against a large tree that was nearby, closing my eyes for a moment and feeling the fresh spring breeze gently welcome me and make me forget a little about the stressful situations. The anxiety that was gradually growing in me now that we were back in action was not a very pleasant feeling, you know.

When the Blacksmith finally passed through the portal, we were all gathered together again, and now all we had to do was wait for the orders of the oldest of the group, who seemed to be contemplating the options. Meanwhile, Wild approached me, leaning against the tree and keeping me company, initially silent.

— So, how do you feel about having to go back to... well, all of this? — He asked with a certain empathy in his gaze that was, in a way, comforting.

— Anxious, actually. I think I ended up settling down this past week.

— That’s more normal than you think, no matter how many adventures and missions I complete, starting a new one always seems like a big burden, especially after a time of peace.

— Really? I didn’t imagine it, you make it seem like you’re always ready and eager for the next adventure. — With that comment of mine, the champion snorted softly with an awkward smile, while looking away.

— Good thing, I was afraid I would seem weak. How strange it would be if the hero of courage seemed like a coward, huh?

He said, without looking at me again, and I could feel in myself what he was feeling, even if he didn’t want to show it. I don’t like to assume things about others, but I imagine that Wild demands a lot of himself, maybe he doesn’t think he’s enough, or doesn’t think he’s worthy, of the title that was given to him. Poor traumatized boy, he urgently needs lots of love, affection and words of affirmation. But I can’t help but wonder if I would still understand things this way if I didn’t have my prior knowledge of these boys’ lives.

— I don’t think so. — The blond looked at me with a certain ironic disbelief, but waited for me to finish my thoughts. — I mean, you’re not less brave for feeling afraid, fear is normal, it’s what keeps us from doing stupid things. You’ve proven yourself to be a great and courageous hero because even when you’re afraid you still don’t give up and go ahead, for the good of everyone. That alone is more important than any silly title, don’t you think?

And for a moment, he just looks at me, with a serious expression and his beautiful blue eyes staring at me with a depth that made me a little shy, until he finally chuckled softly as his expression hovered somewhere between embarrassed and flattered.

— If that’s the case, then maybe I need a little more fear. Oh, if you only knew how many stupid and idiotic things I’ve done!

His cheerful voice and bright smile made me want to laugh along with him. Oh Link, if you only knew how many stupid and idiotic things I’ve made you do!

Our little conversation was interrupted by a general call for us to gather. Apparently, none of the boys had managed to recognize the place yet – which I expected, after all it was just trees around here – so we would be heading east until we found someone to ask for directions, or, with luck, found a village.

Everyone seemed to agree on this, and it was actually quite reassuring to know that everything was still calm. I mean, even though we didn’t know where we were, there wasn’t that bad feeling of being truly lost. I think it’s because they’re all very experienced in situations like this. If I were alone, or even with another group, I would be freaking out right now.

So, we finally started walking again, forming a sort of line as we walked through the dense forest, fighting the nature that made it difficult for us to pass, and hoping that we would at least find a trail soon.

Everyone seemed a little more tired now, if I’m right and we had a few hours earlier in the day than before, that was quite justifiable. Even if it wasn’t late yet, it was as if we had to do twice as much in the same day. It’s the same feeling as leaving a game without saving by accident and then having to redo a good part of it again to get back to where you left off. In other words, it sucks.

In just over an hour of walking I was already cursing my sedentary lifestyle of the last few days, because I had gotten out of the habit of it so quickly that now I was going through all that early muscle pain like I had in the beginning. And man, these mosquitoes biting me left and right are driving me crazy! Those damn flying leeches that seem to feast on my blood as if it were some kind of luxurious banquet.

And the worst part. It was so quiet. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a lover of moments of silence, but this was hell! Everyone was terribly quiet just when I most needed something to talk about to distract myself from my muscle pain and every bite that made me itch all over, and the last thing I need is to be distracted by my confused and complicated thoughts. But everyone is getting tired, and morale is slowly dropping, and with it, the desire to talk. In a way, it’s a way of conserving energy, I guess.

Well, I think it’s time to choose my target.

It was then that my eyes found the Rancher, a little further ahead and slightly away from the others. I hope not to bother him too much, but I have an idea of how to start a conversation, and it must be with him. I quickened my pace to surpass the general pace of the walk and finally reach my objective, which seemed lost in thought. I was careful to make myself noticed little by little so as not to end up scaring him when I spoke. What a nightmare it would be to surprise a man with a sword and great reflexes.

— So, Twi, did you live on a farm? — I asked “unpretentiously”, catching the attention of the blond who raised one of his eyebrows while a smirk appeared on his lips, probably wondering where I was going with this.

— Hm, you could say that, or something like that. — Even though he was visibly confused, he already had a certain amusement in his voice. — Why do you ask?

— Oh, I was just thinking... — Now I just can’t remember if I should know about this. I mean, has anyone mentioned anything about this to me before? If they suspect anything, I’ll just throw it at Time and ask him to join in. — ... I kind of understand, you know, I have experience on farms. — Or no one suspects anything, I mean, it’s a logical assumption to make about someone who is called “Rancher”, right?

Wait, what did I say?

Oh no.

— Really? I had no idea you were a farm girl, darlin’. How exactly did that happen? — Twilight seemed genuinely curious, perhaps a little suspicious of the veracity of the information.

Oh fuck. I said it without thinking and now I’m screwed. All my knowledge on the subject comes from farm games! What do I do? Tell him I was joking? Wait, would he believe me with only what I know from those games...? Okay, I need to know. Then I’ll find a way to deny it.

— Oh, my grandfather has a farm, you know? I used to visit him all the time when I was younger. I would always help him take care of the animals and the crops, or I would help with requests from the locals in the small village nearby...

... Okay, this is just Stardew Valley, but he doesn’t need to know that. Or rather, I don’t think I would know how to explain it.

— That’s cool, I really wasn’t expecting that. What kind of crops did he have there? And what animals? — Now the blond seemed really interested, and since I’ve already come this far, I suppose I’d better continue.

— He planted a little bit of everything, depending on the season, of course! Mainly to supply the city and bring some diversity. I remember helping him plant corn in the summer and that same planting lasted until the end of fall. — Oh, what a dirty little liar I am. — And the main animals were chickens and cows, but he also had some goats, sheep, pigs, ducks and even a rabbit!

I could have sworn I saw the Veteran’s ear twitch out of the corner of his eye, even though he was a little far from us, at that last detail. And worst of all, I think that only served to make the Rancher believe it for once.

— Wow, you really know your stuff, I’m impressed. — Okay, now I don’t know if he really believed me or if he’s just messing with me now. — And how are your grandpa and his farm doing now?

— To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him in a few years, unfortunately. — I thought it would be better to leave out the part where he dies and I receive the farm as an inheritance, it’s a bit too morbid for this conversation.

— Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I hope you two meet again soon, I’d love to see this farm where you grew up one day. — He says, winking at me in a way that definitely made me blush. Damn handsome boy.

I see the hero then move away from me to talk to Sky, giving me one last gentle wave, and I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. What have I gotten myself into?

Before I could have time to contemplate this question, the Sailor appeared with an excited smile on his childish face.

— So... farm, huh?

And here we go again.

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After what seemed like an eternity, night finally fell, and by this point we were ready, with the camp set up. I certainly didn’t miss camping, but I know I’ll miss that soft bed at the knight academy.

Everyone was exhausted. A pile of broken pieces after a day that was longer than it should have been, in the most literal sense possible. And the expression of discouragement in the group was not surprising, not even Wind was excited, in fact, he had reached a level of tiredness and hunger so high that it made him a little grumpy. The brat has been making this irritated pout for a few hours now and it’s kind of adorable, but I share the feeling.

The campfire was a welcome friend, because as night fell the forest ended up becoming terribly cold, so to compensate for all this lack of warmth from nature we all gathered around the crimson flames while we tried to help the Cook with the preparation of dinner, as much as possible – some helping indirectly by keeping Hyrule away from it. Like everyone else, I was exhausted. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, and that was only because I couldn’t afford to miss a meal to get some more sleep. There’s a chance this will be the only meal we’ll have until tomorrow afternoon or even evening if we can’t have breakfast, and I know it would be even more of a delay if I was weak from lack of food.

But man, I wanted to close my eyes right now. My eyelids felt heavy, and my eyes were rolling back from the effort I was putting in to keep them open, because I know if I close them now, they won’t open for at least the next six hours.

— You seem to be fighting hard against sleep. — A soft voice suddenly spoke, enough to make me jump in fright due to how distracted I was. I didn’t even notice that someone had approached. — Oops, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.

Finally, my brain, slowed by fatigue, processed the information that it was Four who was now keeping me company, and my racing heart finally calmed down again.

— No, it’s okay, it was nothing. It was just a tough fight that I’m losing. — My little joke resulted in a low laugh from the boy, and that kind of helped me stay alert for a little while longer.

— You can sleep, you know. There’s no point in torturing yourself like this.

— If I sleep, I won’t wake up anymore, and in that case my stomach speaks louder than my brain.

— Oh, yes, I get it. Not even if I wake you up when the food is ready?

— I doubt I could. When I’m this tired and I finally fall asleep, nothing wakes me up. There was even a time when I was younger that a fight started in the village right next to my house and I still didn’t wake up.

— My ego says I could wake you up. — The short guy teased, giving me the strength to finally look at him more attentively.

— Your ego also said that you could beat the Captain in an arm wrestling match a few days ago and we both know what happened to that.

— Oh yeah, my shoulder is still a little sore from that...

For a moment I was silent as the blond rubbed the area with a disappointed expression, until after a moment I finally laughed. Man, my thoughts are going ten miles an hour right now.

— The food is ready!

I swear I felt my spirit illuminated by divine grace for an instant when I heard these words spoken by the Champion. I got up so quickly from where I was sitting that I felt dizzy and went straight to get a bowl of whatever had been made this time. I’m too tired to be able to associate the dish with a name, but it smells delicious and tastes equally good.

The boys talked among themselves as they shared the meal, and as much as I loved listening to their stories, at the moment I couldn’t focus on anything that was being said. I ate everything so quickly that it was likely that I would have indigestion later, but I wasn’t worried about that now.

When I realized it, I was already thrown into my sleeping bag in record time, and before anyone even noticed my disappearance from the conversation circle, my mind had completely turned off and disconnected from reality.

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A fragrant field of flowers on a beautiful sunny day welcomed me gracefully while the warm breeze brought with it a few petals of various types that surrounded me, some getting caught in my hair. I didn’t bother to remove them.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that I wasn’t feeling as tired as I should after the last day, I probably wouldn’t even notice that I was dreaming.

Oh yes, this is probably the most peaceful dream I’ve had in a long time. There wasn’t much around here, just me, nature and a peaceful day, it reminded me of the good days I had when it was just me in my cozy little cottage.

God, how I missed that.

But still, I wouldn’t trade anything for what I’ve been through since then to have that back. I lost something good, yes, but I gained something even better. I wouldn’t trade those boys for anything in the world.

And maybe it’s because I got used to the noise of nine guys always around me, but all this silence became a bit uncomfortable after a while.

How boring.

I think I’ll take a walk and see if there’s anything besides this bunch of flowers in this dream.

The walk started out peacefully, I was able to enjoy the scenery and good weather as I walked without suffering the consequences of a muscle pain that prevented me from being proactive, but no matter how much I walked, there was nothing but more flowers.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking through the same repetitive landscape, I gave up, huffing and throwing myself onto my back. Well, what a surprise, I didn’t feel any pain when my back hit the ground, crushing unreal flowers with my body.

Even the sky was annoyingly perfect.

This is kind of weird, shouldn’t I be waking up? They say that dreams only occur when we’re about to wake up. Or rather, don’t we usually wake up when we realize we’re dreaming? How can I be so lucid in a dream like this?

I tried to put it aside. I tried to empty my mind and relax. But I just couldn’t.

And then the thoughts came.

Why me? After so many years, it’s annoying how I still haven’t come close to answering that question. It’s never made sense to me. There’s nothing, or there was, special about me being the only one to be reincarnated in this world. It’s not like I’m, I don’t know, the biggest fan of Zelda games in the world, or maybe it wasn’t like I was a saint in my past life, and this was my divine reward. I also wasn’t some poor thing who only suffered and was chosen out of pity – maybe I read a lot of fanfics and manhwas.

It just never made sense to me, and maybe it never will. But I suppose it’s not bad. There’s some information that’s simply better not to know, right?

I hope so.

I got up again. If I’m going to stay in this boring world until I wake up, at least I could try to walk until I reach the edge or the limit, like the video game world, maybe? Well, that was the plan, and I was all set for it if it weren’t for the distorted voice that made my stomach churn and my legs shake, coming from right behind me.

— Hello.

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glenn-slayer · 8 days ago

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Listening to Alex Warren's Ordinary has me thinking about a twilight x reader wedding... but like, it's not just any wedding, it's one you've fought so hard for because twilight is one of many claimed heirs of a tyrant king and you're an assassin working with the rebellion trying to take down the royal family

when you meet, it's when you infiltrate the palace as a maid, hoping to get vital intel for the rebellion when you come across one of nine princes

you're so ready to hate him but he's just so completely beyond your expectations that you're dumbfounded and so you try to dig deeper, all while getting closer with twilight—all in the name of getting intel, or so you keep justifying to yourself—and you learn that nothing is at is seems

none of the princes are happy to related to the king and twilight especially is struggling because the first in line to the throne is missing (dun dun dun where could time be?) so he's now the one supposedly being groomed to take over but not really? it's complicated™

but it all comes to a head when your cover is blown because someone in the rebellion had snitched to the king and your whole plot to assassinate the royal family is exposed

you can't even explain to twilight that your beliefs have changed and you haven't thought of trying to assassinate him or his brothers since the day you met him so he's left thinking you've never truly cared when it was so far from the truth it wasn't even on the same continent

so you're taken away to be executed but on your way to the guillotine, someone rescues you and takes you to this secret base and lo n behold, there's old man time himself and the rebellion is so back on and things happen the king dies, the kingdom gets restructured, you and twilight clear up the misunderstanding, happy ever after for every one, insert the sappy af wedding scene i keep imagining

wow did this get kinda long and messy

just eugh, i love the target x assassin trope

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glenn-slayer · 8 days ago

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I've got an idea...

So I've been reading the linked universe, specifically from the user linkeduniverse, (go read) and Im just -AAAHH

Anyway.

Edited

So. There's definitely an influence of Technoblade in this(may he rest in peace).

The actual idea:

TW: Child soldiers, war, death, curses, near-insanity mentions.

So Reader in this is a villain. Not necessarily, more anti-hero? Idk

So their back story basically is that they're a child who's village was destroyed in a war and grew up as an orphan. When they got older, they were unfortunately dragged into another war and forced to be a soldier.

Two decades pass, their in their early 30s and are one of the top soldiers in this war, which is coming to an end. However, they're very unhappy with all that happened and decides to fake their death with the help of their closet friend after the war just so they don't have to deal with any other wars after this since this has been a lot.

So now their 'dead' and leaving out their life up in snowy mountain with a farm. How this works? Minecraft magic(yes. I want to involve the mc mechanics) anyway, so for 5-8 years, their in there late 30s now, and living the peaceful life they've always wanted, sorting through the issues and helping a nearby village they freed from a tyrant rulling it.

So the friend that helped them escape came to reader for help since their on the last legs. They tell reader about a nearby, their home, kingdom being tyrants and planning a war and asks for their help in stopping it. They wouldve said no initially. If not for the fact that their friend is about to die and is practically begging them since his got a family to keep safe. And so, reader takes on their late friends mission to take down the monarchy.

After months of gathering info and planning, they finally strike and take down the tyrannical royals of the kingdom. In this, they've gained the name- flower of death given how elegantly and efficiently they took down the soldiers.

Once they've taken the citizens somewhere new where they can thrive in peace. They head out on a mission to take down every tyrannical kingdom. And in this time, they've gained the curse to hear the voices of those they've killed. And that's fun

For a decade, they've made quick work of tyrannical kingdoms and negotiated with decent kingdoms as to how they can do better by their people.

So now in their late 40s, they've met those match in a battle and wins but is close to death because of a poison they have no cure for. So, expecting their end, they head back to the mountain they've found peace in. And in their house, they pass quietly.

But, because of shenanigans from the gods and Hylia being Hylia. She bargains with this universes god to temporarily transfer reader to her universe as to help out the links with the Shadow.

They agree and reader is in legend of Zelda. And they meet the links and plot happens.

This isn't a fully developed story yet since I still want to:

-Add the fact that reader is nearly holding on to their sanity because of the curse

-atruggles with guilt

-hates the gods because they did nothing when their people were in need

-tension between the chain and reader once they learn that reader has slaughtered many kings

Im also deciding to not add romance since (some) the chain has romantic interest and reader is like 50, I don't feel comfortable writing them romantically with anyone younger than them by 10 years, unless someone is in their 40s too bit I doubt it so until I know they're ages, it's all platonic. Even if I did know, I'd still keep them platonic.

Let me know what you think of this!

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glenn-slayer · 10 days ago

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Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter fourteen - little dark age

Pairing: pre poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary:

Warnings: cursing, hypnosis/ mind control, loss of reality/ delusion, fae magic, violence, mild injury, Canon typical horror (dungeon and mind control so like... Silent realms from SS?)

Other: Reader does use force to knock Hyrule out. This is a bad situation, and there is no good choice. This will be discussed and handled later in the story. I am NOT advocating for violence against loved ones, but within the context of the story and situation, it makes sense. If I missed anything, please let me know.

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To skip Hyrule's POV where he experiences being mind controlled and a loss if reality stop reading at the First ☆ line break and start after the Second ☆ linebreak

(Hi! While this is still a solid T rating chapter, there are several heavy topics. Please be sure you've read the warnings. If you would like to read a summary of the chapter so you can continue the story, see here.)

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This dungeon is nothing but a maze. A death trap hoping to claim lives.

Hyrule is not aware of anything except for some phantom voice that doesn't seem to exist outside his head.

Your grip on his hand is the only reason he's still moving.

Scrapes, bruises, and scabs litter your bodies, and Hyrule's ankle is not in better shape.

Your shoulder still aches from the hit that the last trap gave you.

How your boys do so many dungeons you'll never know. Each and every dungeon you remember playing through and enjoying feels like a betrayal to each and every member of the chain.

You don't know how long you can keep going or how long you have been here.

Every once in a while, you hear faint whispers on pet names, but you don't know what the pet names are... you only know that they are pet names.

Honeybee

Your mind feels as if some outside force is ever baring down on it.

There's another whisper of something you can't make out, but know is a pet name. The voice is masculine and dances at the edge of your hearing. Sometimes it sounds like two or three voices if you're honest.

Dearest

There's a rumble as the tile Hyrule steps onto starts to shake.

Fear races up your spine as every experience with rumbling floor tiles up until now flashes through your mind. From the Zelda games to the movies you know, they never mean you are in for a fun time.

You shove Hyrule forward with wide eyes.

Rumbling floor tiles are never any good.

Each tile rumbles more and starts to fall.

You huff a short explitive and pull Hyrule into a run and through the doorway into the next corridor with less than a second to spare.

Trinket

You pull him a little further into the corridor. There are no immediate traps.

You take a deep breath.

Sunshine

Every almost understandable whisper is a dagger to the heart.

Your mind thrashes against grief and the overwhelming magic.

"Where are they?! I can hear them!" Hyrule whips his head around quickly and it cracks loud enough to make you wince in sympathy.

"Hyrule," you say with little actual hope.

His ears twitch.

"Hyrule, we need to take a break," you urge as best you can.

"I have to find them!" He cries desperately.

You don't -

You need a break. Just five minutes.

"Hyrule!" You snap as you tug at his hand a little, "For the love of - just sit down for five minutes! You're scaring me!"

The words are sharper than you mean them to be, but you mean them. He is scaring you, and a five minute break would be amazing.

Honeybee

Hyrule looks at you, his eyes hazy as ever. "Honeybee?"

You don't have it in you to think about that name and all the strange emotions it stirs, so instead, you just squeeze his hand.

Whispers scratch at your mind, and you push them away. No reason to dwell when the air feels cruel.

"Can we just take a five minute break?" You ask him in a softer tone.

"Why do I hear two of you?" He asks as he tightens his hand in yours.

"I don't know," you say softly, "but I need a break, and you probably do too."

"Something is wrong," Hyrule manages weakly, "Isn't it?"

You nod, "It is. Hyrule, please just sit down with me."

"I have to find you," Hyrule says desperatley, already starting to float away.

"I know, but please, just sit down with me," you say as you tug at his hand.

You sit yourself against the wall, pulling your knees up towards your chest.

Hyrule stumbles, but his eyes stay on you, which is good.

He sinks to sit down beside you with his legs stretching out towards the other wall.

You sigh.

"Five minutes?" Hyrule asks you softly.

"Five minutes," you echo back.

He looks at you, brows knitting.

"What?" You ask him.

"You haven't been screaming for help... have you?"

"No," you say softer, something thick in your throat.

He just frowns, shoulders starting to fall. "You don't hear anyone, do you?"

"Just you."

Hyrule blinks, but his eyes don't open again. He seems to be losing himself again.

"Don't trust your ears, honeybee..." He tells you softly.

"Okay?" You frown.

Nothing is making any sense, and you are the only person here with a clear mind.

Hyrule starts to lean over so his head rests against you. He slumps against you.

Firefly

You swallow hard. Your attention tears between the whispers and your goal. You can't give in.

The whispers hurt. Not just your heart but your mind.

Whatever the whispers are is bad, and it isn't to be trusted.

"Hyrule?" You ask.

There's no response.

"Hyrule?" You ask again, swallowing down the mounting fear.

Hyrule is still breathing. His chest rises and falls, but he isn't responding.

Has he really fallen asleep this hard and this fast?

"Hyrule!" You call, squeezing his hand where it relaxes against your own.

There's a haunting laughter that echoes and warps around the room.

Magic surges around you. The air feels like brambles.

A figure emerges out of the wall of all places, tall and slim and almost glittery in the flickering torch light.

They are pale enough to compare to printer paper.

Dove

They look a little like they might be a vampire from Twilight.

"He can't hear you, little one," the figure smiles in a way that makes your skin crawl.

Your entire being screams that this being is not anything but danger.

"What do you want?" You ask with your best attempt at a steady voice.

"I just can't quite figure you out. Your friend here has such deep mourning that getting into his mind is easy -"

You swallow. "You're in his mind?"

"I am. You have all sorts of misery, little one, but no clear path into your head. I've never met a mortal who mourns that is difficult to control."

"You're controlling him?" You ask tightly.

Fear and protective anger both well up in near equal measure.

First of all, how strong does this person have to be to control a whole iteration of the Hero's Spirit?

Secondly, Hyrule is not a toy. He's a person. No one deserves to be controlled and have their grief out on display! Especially not someone who is on their third quest to save people.

Besides, full and extensive memories or not, Hyrule is both your soulmate and someone who tries to help you.

"If you weren't here, I could be so much more gentle in my approach, but I do adore a challenge," they smile at you.

"What do you want from us?" You ask again, protective anger winning out against the fear but only by about five percent.

The fear is still absolutely there.

"What I want from all mortals. I want power."

"This isn't a dungeon then?"

"Not in the typical sense. Don't worry, little one, I'm generous. You will find yourselves facing a test soon enough."

"A test?"

"Yes. Rest up, you'll need it," They smile before their form fades into mist.

That is -

Why do all evil dungeons have weird evil bosses?

You don't like any of this.

Darlin'

Hyrule still sleeps soundly beside you, slumping against you. His breathing is steady, at least, a tempo to measure time with if nothing else. A reassurance that you aren't alone...

What kind of test could there possibly even be?

Your body begs for rest.

Your eyes are heavy.

Angel

You are finally resting after who knows how long in this twisted escape room from hell, and your body demands sleep.

Sleep is not a good idea right now, and you know it.

So, you close your eyes and tell yourself you won't sleep you will just rest your eyes for five minutes.

Resting your eyes for five minutes is okay.

Right?

There's no danger here just now...

This is fine.

This is... a great ... idea.

...

Your eyes fly open.

Beloved

You definitely woke up just from sleep.

whoops?

You look over and find Hyrule is still asleep at least.

You shift around, feeling your sleeping limbs wake up with protest.

Lacing your fingers through Hyrule's again, you resign yourself to whatever it is that is going to happen.

"Oh, Hyrule," you sigh as you rub your thumb along the back of his hand.

"Hmmmm?" Hyrule mumbles, still almost certainly asleep.

"I promise I'll get both of us out of here alive," you say as you lean your head back against the wall.

As soon as the words leave your mouth you feel bad...

"Mhm," Hyrule mumbles as a familiar feeling settles into your being.

Magic.

Hyrule's magic as he accepts your Promise, warm and safe, but also quite the shock.

Oh.

Oh no.

You told him you won't make him promises, and you just did. You didn't think about it, but you still did something you said you wouldn't.

Oh, he is going to be so mad.

Also, you now have a fae Promise binding you and your actions.

So...

That's a thing.

"Shit," you groan.

How you're going to pull off getting both of you out alive is well beyond you.

You'll just have to figure it out.

Sweetheart

All you have to do is focus on your goal. You just have to keep going until you get out.

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Sky is usually a fan of Hylia, but right now, he is about ready to shake her until she fixes things.

He watches the group around him as they all try to ignore the seconds ticking by and the glaring lack of two members who should be here.

Wild is busy stocking up on meals for when they can't cook for whatever reason.

The act is really just a whole excuse to stress cook, but of all the coping skills, getting partakes in it is on the healthier end.

Warriors and Legend are busy sharpening their blades for the moment.

Four and Time are staring off into the distance.

Sky himself is carving his second animal about the size of his fist. He's hoping to capture the likeness of Spooky.

Twilight is currently helping Wind untangle the mess of blond curls the youngest has.

(Sky would bet a high amount that Wind got his hair this bad on purpose, so Twili has something to do other than pace.)

"How long has it been now?" Legend asks tightly.

"Thirty-six hours, twelve minutes, and twenty-four seconds since Epona got us," Time says automatically.

"How long do we wait before we take things into our own hands?" Warriors frowns.

"How do you want to do that?" Four asks with a brow raise as his gaze snaps to the captain.

"Guys," Sky cuts in as kindly as he can without being a pushover. "We have to trust them. Hyrule has done enough dungeons to help (Y/n)."

"You guys just don't have any faith," Wind calls from his spot on a log.

"We got lotsa faith, kiddo, it's jus' the waitin'," Twilight explains as he works on pulling out what appears to be a rock of some sort.

Sky dosen’t want to even imagine how that got there.

"I don't know how you aren't worried," Legend says.

"Of course I'm worried," Wind says sharper. "I am so worried that they'll get hurt."

"And what if they die?" Wild asks shakily, "That's not easy to come back from."

"They won't die," Wind says with an eyeroll.

"How can you be sure?" Four asks tightly.

Sky isn't nearly as hopeful as the sailor, but he dosen’t want the kid to lose hope.

"(Y/n) told me none of us die," Wind says as if this information should be well known.

"What?" Four blinks.

"When did they say that?" Warriors frowns.

"How can they even know?" Legend asks.

Sky just stops, trying to recall when and how that topic might have come up between you and Wind.

How can you know?

"We love ya optimism, Wind," Twilight says in that tone that adults use to set up painful conversations. "But ya gotta know that bad things happen sometimes."

Wind crosses his arms, "You're all too willing to throw the towel in on them, and that's real shitty."

"Didn't they say you told them no one dies?" Wild asks, voice straining. "Future you?"

"Future- what?" Time asks.

"They did," Wind says with a nod towards Wild.

"What are you talking about?" Four asks.

"I'm... also a little lost here," Sky admits.

Warriors and Legend share a look, something they do a lot since everyone found the faerie circle.

"While they were gone, they tripped through a portal and met future me," Wind says with a grin, "I was awesome, of course. But I told them no one dies on this adventure."

"That's... you could have been lying," Time frowns.

"I'm not a liar," Wind says evenly.

"We know tha'," Twilight says, "It's jus' - it's hard t' believe the bes' sometimes."

"It's not my fault you're all quitting on them," Wind scoffs.

"We aren't," Wild says, "We're just worried."

"Then do something with the worry," Wind rolls his eyes. "Sitting here stewing on it won't help!"

"What do you suggest we even do?" Four asks mulishly.

Sky can already feel a headache coming on. He takes a slow breath.

You need them to believe in you and to not fall to blows while you fight through a dungeon.

Sky needs to help get the others in tow.

"I think I'm going to see if the townspeople know anything else," Sky says. "I'm going to put my things away."

"What else do you expect them to know?" Four demands.

"I don't know, but sometimes asking again is the best thing," Sky says as he focuses on putting his things away.

"Ya mind if I go too?" Twilight asks.

"I could use the company," Sky says.

What Sky actually needs is three days of rest and no screaming, but company is nice too.

Sometimes you take what you can get.

☆☆☆☆☆

Hyrule walks through the rooms with little idea what he's looking for. All he can be sure about is that he hears his honeybee calling for him.

"Link, please, I need you," his honeybee calls out.

The torches flicker and cause shadows to dance.

Hyrule likes dancing.

He likes dancing the most when he dances with his honeybee.

He has to find them.

Hyrule turns left and feels something in his hand tug back.

He frowns, glancing behind him and seeing his honeybee.

Weird.

"Link!" They call.

You don't speak, though.

Oh!

Hyrule has to find you.

He keeps walking towards the voice.

His honeybee's voice.

Your voice.

The air smells sweet.

(Too sweet. He needs to leave. He needs to run. He needs - he needs - what was he thinking about?)

Something pushes himself down as an ace swings over.

Oh, that should have taken his head off.

How silly!

His honeybee must be looking out for him.

They're so sweet. Like the air.

(Rotting. It smells like decomposition, sickeningly sweet.)

Hyrule keeps walking. It's all he has to do to see his honeybee! He just has to keep going.

He can do that.

There's the weight of a hand in his.

"Link!" His honeybee calls again, sharper and demanding.

He hates that tone. It only means they're hurt or in trouble.

Something slams again his leg and he hisses.

"Shit," someone hisses beside him.

He glances over to see you, checking your own leg.

Dungeons suck. At least this one smells nice.

"Link hurry!" His honeybee calls again, straining their voice.

"Hold on!" Hyrule calls as he starts running.

Hyrule runs, tugging along the hand in his. He has to find his honeybee.

They need him.

(There's tugging at his magic, as if a Promise is not yet fulfilled, and he needs to pay attention to the person who made it so they keep it.)

Something tackles Hyrule to the ground from behind as a spike filled log swing over head.

He grunts.

The weight over his back is familiar.

His honeybee must be close!

He's almost there!

The weight rolls off of him.

Hyrule can hear his honeybee humming.

They're humming their favorite song from home, a little folk song.

He misses their humming.

Hyrule misses his honeybee, but soon, he'll be with them again.

Forever.

Hyrule just knows it.

This time, it'll be permanent.

He should run!

(He should run.)

"LINK, COME ON!" His honeybee calls louder.

The weight in his hand fades in and out of his awareness.

His mind spins like the circles at a revel.

What was he doing?

Oh!

His honeybee!

He's going to find them!

Each step forward is just like the last. He's so close to his honeybee he just has to keep looking!

☆☆☆☆☆

You enter the room with the shimmering silver vine doorway and find it to be a large circular room reminiscent of the Zora architecture from the era of wilds.

In the middle of the room stands the figure from earlier.

They no longer glitter.

"You made it," They grin.

Hyrule's hand in yours is limp, but you still hold it.

"If you want to leave, I will let you. But if you stay, I will make the rest of your life bliss," They say easily.

They are danger.

The air feels like cruelty.

The whispers of pet names are finally clear and absolutely heart-wrenching.

Sweetheart

You set your shoulders. The whispers are clearer now but not real.

You still have a goal.

Hyrule stumbles towards them, and you stumble after him.

"We don't want to stay," you say firmly.

"Your friend does," They chuckle.

"You can't have him," you say firmly as you draw up every bit of determination you have.

Hyrule pulls away from you, "I'm staying here," he says with that same far away tone and look.

"You can't take him if he gives himself to me," the being says primly.

You aren't sure about any actual claim you have, but you can't just let them have Hyrule. "You can't have him. He's mine."

"Yours?" they ask you as if they might laugh.

"Yes."

"Then why does he want to stay?" They as with a smile of fangs.

"You admitted to controlling him."

"He is not yours, little one. He gives himself to me freely."

You swallow hard. You can't just give up. "He is mine, my soulmate, and I do not give him to you."

The being considers you, silent as they stare.

The air crackles.

Darling

They give a sharp grin after a few too many beats of silence and flickering magic in the air. They look as if they might be indulging a pet of some sort and it makes your stomach turn, "You are entertaining, little one... I suppose I shall offer you a deal."

"What is it?"

"If you can get him out of this room in an hour, you can both go free and I will not try to take you again."

"That's... it?"

"Yes."

You aren't entirely sure how you're getting him out. You're half sure you will only get him out if he's unconscious.

Well...

You can try.

You have to try.

Angel

"You won't make it any harder?"

"No harder than it is right now."

"If I get him out of this room, we're both free and you'll stop controlling him?"

"Yes. Now we have a deal?"

"We have a deal," you agree.

The magic settles and ripples into place. It's cold and sharp and unpleasant. It brands itself into your being and makes you grit your teeth to keep from saying anything to get in trouble.

Firefly

You walk until you are before Hyrule, and you take his wrist in your hand gently. "Hyrule?"

"Hm?"

"Hyrule, I need you to come with me."

"No. I want to stay."

"Hyrule, I need you to come with me. We'll go see Legend."

Hyrule stares at you with eyes that are too far gone to see you. "My honeybee's is here."

This would definitely be easier if he was unconscious, and you could just drag him.

Wait....

Can you do that?

Honeybee

All you have to do is get him out of the room...

No. You can't just knock Hyrule unconscious. It's not okay to do that to people.

But... can you afford to leave him here?

The Promise weighs almost as heavy as your conscience. You can't leave him here. Promise or not you could never just leave him here.

If the situation were reversed, would you forgive him for knocking you out to save your life?

Sunshine

Probably. After you recovered...

That doesn’t even cover the Promise you bear now.

"Hyrule, please," you say as you tug his wrist.

"No... Gotta stay."

"Hyrule, I don't have time for this. Come on."

"He has no idea who you are," the stranger says.

You huff, weighing your options.

You can't leave him here.

Trinket

You have to get both of you out alive.

You might get mad if someone knocked you out, but if it was to save you from whatever this being has in store... you would like to think you'd forgive them even if it took time.

(You'd forgive Hyrule immediately. He wouldn't never hurt you, not really. He is always so good to you.)

"Hyrule, I'm sorry," you tell him.

Hyrule frowns a little, still lost to the haze.

You reach back into your mind for the safest way to knock someone out and pray that hylian anatomy is similar enough to humans to not hurt him too bad.

(Y/n)

Your best and safest bet is probably a good solid knee to his chin as hard as you can manage. Thankfully he's pretty out of it.

"Hyrule, can you hear me?" You ask as you set your hand at the back of his neck, lacing it through his hair.

"Hmm... honeybee?"

"You're okay," you soothe.

"Wanna stay," Hyrule says.

You sigh.

Setting your shoulders, you swallow your worries. You can heal Hyrule later. For now, you have to get him out.

You silently apologize again.

Taking a deep breath, you adjust your stance.

You shove Hyrule's head down as fast as you can by the hand in his hair while throwing your knee up as hard as you can.

There's a groan as Hyrule's chin connects with your knee, and he goes limp.

"What are you doing?"

"You said I had to get him out, not that he had to do it awake."

The laugh at you as if you are a funny prey, "you must still get him out."

You lower Hyrule to the floor, making sure all of his things are there before you grab both of his ankles and start pulling him towards the door.

Your shoulder aches and throbs.

Your joints protest.

Your bruises hurt.

You aren't sure how you do it. The room is large, and your body is not in great shape.

Time ticks by too fast and too slow.

You drag Hyrule while promising yourself it's only 'a little further'.

You don't look back to the fae. You focus on Hyrule's face.

He looks so peaceful.

Your knee still hurts.

You don't register that you are out of the room until the fae's voice echoes around you. "Well played, little one."

You keep dragging Hyrule backward.

You can't give up -

"Stop, you can't go in," Time's voice says from behind you.

You ignore it.

You keep dragging Hyrule back.

Step by shaking step.

"Let me go!" Legend snarls from behind you.

"No, if you go in, you'll get trapped," someone else says.

You are losing your ability to recognize sounds. The overwhelming magic is receding.

You back up and drag.

Step back, breathe in, step back, breathe out.

"Hyrule is hurt!" Someone calls.

"They both are!"

You stumble back when your heel hits dirt and the world darkens as you fall.

You feel arms catch you as people reach you.

You feel the Promise fulfill, slipping away to little more than a faint link between both parties.

You whine as your awareness slips away.

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Warriors is on watch trying to ignore the restlessness of the others when he sees what must be the temple shimmer into existence with a circular opening.

He can see you, slowly dragging something backward.

Wait-

You're dragging someone.

Warriors pushes to his feet, stage whispering, "I see them, get up!"

The entire camp starts moving as they register the words.

Time is up first.

Legend tries to run for you, but the old man grabs him.

"Stop, you can't go in," Time says firmly as he keeps a struggling Legend in his hold.

You keep dragging Hyrule back.

Step by shaking step that makes Warriors struggle to stay put.

"Let me go!" Legend snarls as he writhes and kicks in Time's grip.

"No, if you go in, you'll get trapped," Warriors says sharper, moving with Twilight to the edge of the temple so they can catch you if you fall coming out.

"Hyrule is hurt!" Wind calls as he rushes to get to the potions.

"They both are!" Wild says as he starts looking for the bandages.

You stumble back when your heel hits dirt, and Warriors is quick to catch you in his arms.

He grunts as he takes your weight, pulling your back against his front.

You whine as you fall limp.

Warriors glances to where Twilight is pulling Hyrule the rest of the way out by the traveler's feet.

As soon as Hyrule is out, the temple vanishes as if it never was.

Warriors hisses a curse.

He can't focus on anything but you and Hyrule right now.

"Are they breathing?" Sky asks from behind Warriors.

You and Hyrule both seem to be breathing, which is the only reason Warriors isn't screaming.

Your breaths are slow and hitch every so often, but it sounds more like you've fallen into a deep sleep while ill than anything.

Hyrule breathes even slower, but he breathes.

"Yeah, they're breathin''," Twilight assures.

Someone releases a fairy over Hyrule, the hands that hold the bottle are big and have plenty of scars.

Spooky comes over and stares at you, tail lashing.

A second set of hands - with rings - releases a fairy over you.

Both fairies circle around you and Hyrule before chiming and flying off.

Neither of you wake, but you both seem to be in better condition, and Warriors will take everything bit of victory he can get.

As soon as you are clear of fairies, Spooky sits down between you and Hyrule as if to keep watch.

"I told you they'd be okay," Wind says as he comes up to Hyrule's side opposite of Spooky.

"You were right," Warriors says faintly.

"What were they thinking?! They could have died!" Legend sounds like he's spiraling.

"You'll wake them up," Four hisses.

"They are out cold," Legend all but snarls.

"Ya ain't mad, Legend, yer worried n' makin' er'eythin' worse," Twilight says lowly.

"You don't know what I am!" Legend scoffs.

Spooky huffs, standing up.

"You're upsetting everyone," Wild says with a sigh.

"I'll show you upsetting -" Legend starts mulishly only to fall silent as Spooky tackles him to the ground.

Warriors bites back a laugh that would be too hard for the situation.

He watches as Spooky pounces, knocking to veteran on his rear and then shoving him flat onto his back.

"Ack- Bad Spooky!" Legend huffs.

Warriors disagrees with that, he thinks Spooky is being very good right now.

Spooky just lays down atop the vetran and starts purring.

Warriors snickers, but he doesn’t stay to watch.

The captain moves until he is confident he can get a good grip and scoop you up into his arms.

With the help of Wind, Sky, and Wild, you and Hyrule are put into your own bedrolls to rest.

"How long do you think they'll sleep?" Wind asks.

"I don't know," Warriors sighs.

"As long as they can," Four says.

"Look at 'em, even now all healed up, they're all tuckered out," Twilight sighs heavily.

"They worked hard to get back here. We can watch over them," Time says evenly.

"Go bother someone else," Legend hisses from where he is still under Spooky.

Warriors just lets out a slow breath. Everyone is here.

Everyone is in better condition after the fairies.

You and Hyrule's are safe now.

Whatever curse there is hasn't gotten you yet, and if Warriors has any say, it won't ever get you again. He isn't sure how he'll beat the curse, but he's going to try, and he's sure Legend and Wind will help.

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glenn-slayer · 11 days ago

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I need time to manhandle Me 😩😩😩Cream runnin down my leg as he makes fun of how my thighs shake n how he knows I can be louder for him

lord have mercy I’m in heat

BAHSXOSNEK BESTIE THIS IS CRAZY i understand though!!!!! time being a little mean???? or very mean, whatever works for him !!! all that stress has to go somewhere, i just want him in my guts !!!!!! this is short and bad cause i have to go to sleep but i'd gladly elaborate at a later date !!!!!

cw: time being a meanie, overstim HHHNN, creampies everywhere, slight degrading, DOGGY, choking but not really, crying, reader has a vagina and no pronouns

minors do not interact.

"where are you going, dear? i'm right here."

"p-please, just give me a second-"

"why would i do that when you sound so pretty, hm?" your husband wore a devious grin, grip on your hips never faltering even as you tried to squirm away from him. he'd been on you for hours, initially having you on your knees with his cock down your throat, then going on to edge you until you begged for it. now, he'd been making you cum over and over again and you weren't sure your body could handle anymore.

time himself had cum many times and yet his stamina was endless. he had you bent over on your hands and knees, though your arms had given out a while ago. one of your hands was weakly gripping his wrist, trying to slow the of pace his fingers on your clit. he'd halted his thrusts for now, but you were stuffed so full the feeling was still overwhelming. you let out little whispers of 'fuckfuckfuck', but that wasn't enough for him. "come on, love, i know you can do better than that. i wanna hear you."

"please! please, please, it's too good!" you cried. time smirked, a feeling of pride welling in his chest. he loved that he could make you feel like this. "too good? your slutty little cunt can handle it. you're already doing so well. now stay still for me."

your moans and wails only grew in volume as time began his vicious thrusts once more. you felt him down to your toes and all the way up to your fingertips. every single thrust was mind shattering. there was cum dripping from your cunt onto the sheets and down your legs. everything felt utterly lewd, and it was hurtling you towards your next orgasm faster than you can blink.

your legs start shaking as you chanted his name over and over again. a few tears began to slip down your cheeks. he let out a breathy laugh in between his own moans. "you always like to act so tough, but you're shaking after cumming a few times? shit, you're so cute. scream for me, dear."

he wrapped a hand around your neck and pressed himself into your back, never letting up on bullying your cunt. you did as he said and screamed when you came abruptly, your throat hoarse and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

"link! linklinklink-"

"keep. cumming. one more," time growled, pace never slowing. you were gripping the sheets so hard they seemed like they were about to rip.

"gonna fuck this cunt full. never gonna let anyone have you. you're mine."

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glenn-slayer · 11 days ago

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Me: Hey Hyrule you manifested a situation where you should figure things out here it is

Hyrule: No I am Blind I DO NOT SEE

Me:... Buddy, honey, sweetheart, angel, light of my life, Rulie you can NOT keep denying everything

Hyrule: If I let myself believe Reader is my Soulmate like all the signs point to and reader is NOT my soulmate I will simply die of heart break like I Almost did when they passed -

Me:... Buddy you can't manifest faerie lore like this what the fuck?

Hyrule: Denial is my FAVORITE river

Me:.... Baby you're gonna make me give you a meaner realization than I have planned for Sky.

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glenn-slayer · 12 days ago

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A Lamb in Wolf's Clothing (Link x Reader) SMUT

(a/n) hey ya'll! i'm so sorry for going MIA for a few months--as some of you may know, I have just recently graduated from college, so there are a lot of big changes happening in my life right now! i appreciate your continued patience with me :) this fic was commissioned by the lovely @mistressofdeathsblog! thank you for giving me such a fun prompt, I had a lot of fun trying smth new and I hope you enjoy it too!

before you start reading, please take special note of the cw below. also, please remember that this is not a healthy relationship you want to emulate and is written for the sole purpose of entertainment. if you are in a relationship that strips your autonomy and you feel unsafe bringing this issue up to the offending party/parties, please reach out to someone you trust. there is no power in staying if there is no freedom to leave. stay safe out there.

and ofc, since this is smut, minors do not interact with this piece.

cw: dubcon, afab!reader, ooc!link since i highly doubt Hylia's Hero would be so life-alteringly possessive of their lover, tp!link, reader being chased, reader being held against their will, blood, tight spaces, swearing, name-calling, dumbification kinda??, cunnilingus, doggy, mirror/standing sex

wc: 5k

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Sweat and blood dribbled down your forehead, stinging your eyes with a salty, metallic bite. Thorn-kissed hands grasped and blindly waded through thick patches of bramble. The dark, bristling whips that surrounded you worked every exposed piece of skin into a raw, bloody mess quivering from the forest's cruelty.

You couldn't care less.

The birds overhead guffawed at your efforts as splotches of pale moon danced mockingly, titillatingly along the cold earth. You chased every moon patch with the frenzy of an escaped convict a morning away from freedom.

Because that's what you were, really.

The beginnings and ends of thoughts knotted and frayed into each other, flurrying your head into a cohesive garble. Just how big was this forest? It looked like a sprawling mess from the fortress you were locked up in, but it was absolutely impenetrable now that you were in the thick of it. It was as if the very woods were enchanted to keep you from ever escaping.

A ring of pain hooked the topside of your foot, propelling all of your momentum downwards and towards the forest floor. You couldn't even scream before you bashed your cheek through a thin layer of crusted mud. The cold soil caked your flushed cheeks--the only shred of relief you've felt since your mad sprint to freedom.

Your spine slinked up into a curl--a pathetic attempt to get up, to begin your chase again, but your battered body refused to endure further abuse. (E/C) eyes flitted about you, trying to interpret the shadows that danced and weaved through the trees.

Running in this state would be pointless. You dug your forearms and elbows to crawl towards an ivy overhang that promised hidden refuge and curled into as tight of a ball you could muster. The silky white dress he gifted you had been ripped past recognition. The airy fabric that once brushed your ankles now clung tightly to your blood-laced thighs, soiled from the toils of flight. You pulled your legs closer; your lungs fought for precious breath against your pounding heart.

What a shame. If only it weren't beating so fast, you might have heard the crack of a single twig located too close for comfort.

From several paces into the unseen was a pair of blue eyes misted over with sinful hunger; your quivering, shorn form was scintillating to watch and feasted his mind with imaginations more heart-racing than the last. Your blood, sweat, and tears mixing with your natural scent proved to be the most tantalizing olfactory cocktail, scattering his thoughts into overdrive.

He hated the rush he got from seeing you like this--lost and confused without his guidance through these nested thorns, yearning for warmth and safety he knew he could provide (and had been providing since you stumbled into his castle that fateful day).

Why did you leave him? Was he not enough for you? But he'd given you everything! Everything! Freshly made home-cooked meals, tailored clothes that hugged your form, a bed warmed by him, his body...

He could still feel the soft plush of your flesh sinking and dimpling in his hands as he thrust into you with the faux tenderness of a starved man. Your beautiful eyes locked with his own, only leaving to disappear into the back of your head. Your mouth agape to let the cutest sounds escape...

If you were happy with him, why were you leaving him?

Not waking up to your face smooshed into his pillows, not beholding you in all the pretty silk and ribbons he had lying around, not fucking you in every position you could possibly think of, not spending every waking moment with you...

Why, he'd rather die.

If it made you happy, he'd allow the ambrosial drippings of freedom to bead your lips.

If it made you happy, he'd let you delude yourself into thinking you were far enough from the castle to be away from him.

But only for now. Link prided himself on his chivalry and patience, but even that was growing thin from your incessant attempts of escape. He was going to have to show you why it was such a good idea to stay here with him, forever and ever and ever.

You were nodding off now, it seemed. The way your head kept dipping and rising in a futile attempt to stay wary was so adorable, he just had to ravish you right then and there! He had barely managed to stave off his intrusive thoughts as he stalked closer to you, still clinging closely to the dark cloak that hung off twisted branches.

You saw something shift from the corner of your eye; your neck snapped up and a croak clawed out of you.

"Who's there?!"

Silence.

Why was it so quiet?

Had it always been so quiet?

Where have the birds gone?

A familiar silhouette emerged from the trees.

"L-... Link..." Your throat, parched and scratched from heaving the cold night air, rang a voice unfamiliar to you.

Azure eyes that once beheld you with all the love in the world now stare back with deadpan coldness. Words need not be exchanged here; his presence alone blew any hope of escape in the next breeze that ruffled his fur.

A calculated step towards you retreated you further into your little alcove, a prayer that the ivy could take you in as one of its own on your lips. There was no telling what he was thinking, or how close to the edge he was. But that look, that hunger.

That familiar, craved look your body knew too well pulsed anxious tingles through your fingertips.

Another step.

Then another.

Another.

Finally,

He was here.

You could feel him, all of him--his hot breath against your arms, his fur bristling against your thigh, his warmth freezing your blood where it ran. You hadn't realized how much you were shaking until you heard the rhythmic shifting of ivy buzzing into your ear.

He pressed his head into your lap, prying you open to make way for him. And you sat there, obeying him like the perfect little doe you were. As he lazily dragged a tongue across your thigh, lapping at the dried blood that crusted your flesh, he looked up. Relief, adoration, love. That stifling comforting, possessive protective obsession love that he had so readily wrapped you in the moment he met you. For a moment, he looked like a lamb in wolf's clothing.

So many thoughts swirled inside you, your brain numbing to prevent overstimulation. But amongst the chaos, a single thought backdropped every complicated emotion you were feeling.

He had found you.

Had it not been for the blood drumming through your ears and temples, you would have thought time had frozen in this purgative state. He was splayed atop you now, seeming to rest from his hours-long stalking; he wasn't crushing you, but it was clear he had all the control in this dynamic. Any undesirable shift away from him, to preserve your own personhood, would most certainly have led to a 'gentle' nudge toward him.

A single cobalt eye lazily cracked open after a million years ticked by. His piercing gaze, though fringed with some life, made it abundantly clear that your race to freedom was placed at an indefinite standstill. He had never once snapped at you, but the fear lodged in your chest informed you not to test him further.

He hauled himself up, joints locked from inactivity popping to life as he arched into a long stretch. His carefree pose hinted at obliviousness--borderline forgiveness--to your impertinence, but you knew better.

Link never forgets.

He eyed you again with a sort of child-like excitement that twisted your gut into a sickening pattern. His tail arced to and fro, painting his excitement in broad strokes. He wedged his snout between the small of your back and the wall and firmly pushed you forward, scooting you a couple inches toward your prison home.

You knew better than to anger him.

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Link's skillful navigation through the thorns was unimpeded by your clinging onto him. It had taken hours to get to where you once were, but a quarter of that time for the wolf. The gloomy castle you had called your home for months (years?) broadened into view until you could clearly see its spires puncture through occasional clouds. The moon, basking in its celestial sovereignty, jeered at your return.

Link slipped through a tiny crack in the iron-clad door, made by the wolf confident in its tracking and retrieving abilities. You slugged off him with practiced movements; a sound akin to obscene magic asundering flesh preluded your captor's transformation. Grisly black fur gave way to sand-blonde hair; the worn, patchwork shirt which heralded his humble beginnings as a rancher ran taut against the back you had spent several minutes clambering onto.

He continued looking ahead unblinkingly as you idled a few paces behind him, your chest constricting and mind frenzying with murky anticipation. Your nerves, frayed from adrenaline and brain-altering fear, now swam in the heavy nothingness of silence; you were a breath away from weeping before a tenor tone disturbed the still.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Silently, you both moved through the halls, paying the torchlit shadows the special type of attention one gave to the mundane in moments choked with awkwardness. Worn, freshly torn hands bunched the hem of your dress until your knuckles whitened. A part of you wished to never reach your destination, preferring thickened stillness over the unpredictable inevitable. You rounded a familiar corner and gathered the shreds of your sanity to brace yourself for whatever may come.

The sullen wooden door gave way to the man's heave and you followed him in. A large bathroom decorated only with the essentials filled your view. As Link ran the faucet, your eyes absently glazed over the rickety plumbing he had installed to transport hot spring water to the tub. For the first time since his transformation, he turned to you.

"Strip."

His clear, authoritative tone cut sharper than any thorn that had shredded you. Eyes downcast, your fingers wrought the straps of your dress further, further down your shoulders. Your skin burned from your clammy fingers; you blamed it on the steam that had begun filling the corners of the room and ignored the heavy, heated stare placed on you by the male.

Link followed your dawdling, hooking his fingers under the hem of his shirt and lifting it to reveal a stomach sculpted by years of farm work and adventuring. The straps of your dress coiled close to your elbows before settling by your ankles. Your hands immediately scattered to cover your exposed parts as Link finished undressing himself, his fully erect length blurred by warm mists and (eventually) a deftly wrapped towel.

He reached over to squeak the faucet shut; the comforting, monotonous lull of running water now halted to scant droplets. After pulling out the small basket of rags and soap, he sat on a bar stool and beckoned you with a lone finger.

"Come here. You're filthy."

You shuffled out of the shredded dress and forward, keeping your eyes trained on the end of the tub where he sat. The wanton desire for a hot bath waived your concerns over the situation, dulling your fears enough to throw a leg over the edge and sink everything but the top half of your face below the water.

The warm panacea cloaked you in an elixir of ease, and a satisfied groan unintentionally lapsed your lips; your hand figuratively slapped over your mouth when the air honeyed into something...

Sinful.

Link dipped a small bucket into the bathwater and slowly poured it over your head, calloused fingers expertly combing through knotted, crusted strands. The hardened skin tenderly brushing the back of your neck jolted heated memories to the forefront of your mind.

You could still feel the harsh, almost desperate grip laced in your hair as he pounded you from behind, panting sweet promises to give you more for the rest of your lives. Your face, buried in his pillows, blindly nodded along to the specifics of what he had said, your mind too blurred to focus on much else aside from your umpteenth high of the night.

The warm water felt like a cold deluge and a noticeable shiver ran through you. Soapy hands stopped caressing your scalp.

"(F/N)?"

"H-Huh?"

"How about we play a little game?" Link murmured suddenly, absently twirling your locks in his fingertips. Had it not been for the taut fingers interweaved through your hair, your surprise would have been more apparent.

"What... What game?"

"A little game similar to hide-n-seek." He started languidly, as if savoring every vowel that lisped his tongue. "If you can evade my capture until dawn, I will guide you to the forest's edge so you may leave. However..."

Rough fingerpads traced up the side of your bicep as darkened ears caught your quiet, involuntary gasp.

"If I catch you... You're mine. Deal?"

Throat tightening and heart palpitating, your mind fought to keep its last ounce of calm as your captor's hand circled to your front to cusp and knead your--

"What's the catch?" You breathed, somehow managing to divert your attention away from Link's sinful reaches.

"There is no catch, but there are rules." He pecked your cheek, his lips curving into a soft smile that thinly veiled iller intents.

"You are allowed to hide anywhere in the castle grounds and use whatever means necessary to hide from me, so long as neither of us gets seriously injured... The moment you step foot in that forest, I will claim you where you stand. Is that fair?"

Was this a trick?

A sick joke meant to dangle tonight's failure in your face?

Surely it was... But what if it wasn't?

His steady stare that peered shamelessly through your soul conveyed a degree of seriousness and sincerity required to make a truthful statement.

"How do I know that you won't go back on your word?"

"I have never lied to you." He gritted his teeth. "Can you say the same?"

The genuine hurt masking his eyes ached your chest, but the tiniest shred of dignity you had left netted the apology that almost escaped your mouth.

"Is there anything else I should know before I make my decision?"

"No. I have told you everything you need to know and will uphold my end of the deal. The final decision is yours."

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Moonlight masqueraded through the gaping windows, streaking drab grey pillars with hints of alabaster. The halls which you have called home for what felt like time immemorial now crowded your vision with a foreign bite, sinking into your flesh an unnerving uncertainty around every corner.

Your neck swiveled on all axes, one eye trained in front of you and the other separating the benign from foe that hid in every dancing shadow. Bare feet pattering against olden stone filled the gaps in between each racing heart beat, drumming your ears in a never-ending symphony of chase.

Legs aching, quaking, begging for proper rest are promptly ignored, outcompeted by the more urgent matter at hand.

Your final gambit for freedom.

You cursed under your breath as you ascended a spiraling staircase, your lungs burning with the rage of a thousand suns from heaving in the cold, arid air. The stone floor kissed knicks into the soles of your feet as you skidded around a corner and madly dashed down the hall, shifting down a narrow crawlspace that branched off from the main hall.

Whispered hisses and curses bounced off the tightening walls as rough-hewn stone jagged into your skin, reopening recently closed wounds from the brambles. You could only pray that Link was far enough away to not pick up on freshly streaked blood.

A familiar carpet--the one from the main hall--filled your view and you slowed your shimmying into a momentary pause. You fought to see through your grimace to peer around the corner and hoped that your heart wasn't beating loud enough to mask the signs of your stalker.

All good...?

You scooted out of that uncomfortable position and ducked towards the exit.

The private gardens opened up to you. Trails of ivy found residence in the cracked grey of decayed walls and the fountain was spewing the most delicious water your parched throat had ever seen. You circled the mini courtyard, your frenzied mind shunting the garden's haunting aesthetics in search of a practical hiding place. To your right was the more open space of the main courtyard, and to your left were the untrimmed topiaries of Hyrulian heroes commemorated only in flora.

Streaks of morning were just beginning to tip the horizon.

Your feet teetered toward the right, but a certain non-human shadow slinked past the threshold. All color drained from your pallor as you scurried around the topiary's wide base and hid behind the cloister's stone pillar. The sounds of flesh ripping and reanimating shot through the air; tears began to freely flow as a carefree whistle ambled closer to you.

"My, my... It's almost daybreak. I must find my beloved soon, or else I'll lose her forever."

The sky was just beginning to tinge a magenta-red.

"Is she... Hiding by the door?"

Boots clicking against stone rang like a departed's dirges. Your clammy fingers dug into the side of your face--a feeble attempt to muffle your whimpering.

"Is she... Behind these topiaries? No? Hm... But I'm getting close, aren't I, (F/N)?"

All strength, all hope, had been sapped from your body; your knees locked and buckled.

"Oh? Have we always had a little walkway back here? What a wonderful surprise! I know my darling would love it here."

Your vision darkened.

Leather nestled softly into your face as the heat of another poured and mingled with the cold stone pressed to your back.

"Guess who?" He sang.

You felt all your muscles simultaneously release their tension; your legs folded in on themselves, but secure arms hooked them under and hoisted you bridal style.

As you were carted inside the dark fortress, the morning sun greeted you in its soft-rayed glory.

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

The stale castle air flooded your lungs as your body was unceremoniously tossed onto the bed. A hand tightened around your wrists and hot, agitated lips locked with yours before your brain could register the cotton plush of your sheets. His other hand feathered up your thigh, learned fingers grazing all your tender spots and teasing your thoughts into a foggy mix of want.

Your figure writhed uselessly under him as he flattened you further into the bed, using his full weight to keep you pinned where he wanted. The hand that carried out its sinful ministrations below shot up to seize your cheeks. Rough fingerpads bruised the softer flesh as he craned your neck to make way for his lips, flushed with a feral red and coated with soft proclamations of domination.

"You're mine... All mine..."

Hot breaths ghosted the surface of your neck, tickling a heated whine out of you. Your needy noises hitched into a gasp when you felt moistened lips lock onto your skin, suckling and teething the flesh into discolored patches. Rich vermilion fringed with a sinful violet bloomed below your jawline, trailing down and darkening with each claim closer to your chest.

He yanked the noisome dress down, exposing all of your chest to him. The snaps of cloth ripping from its handles and the sudden whip of cold air across your most sensitive parts pierced a jolt through your body. He pulled away to admire the shades of purple and red marring your fair complexion, a visual reminder to the dust haunting old halls and courtyards lost to time that you were his, and his alone. A lone tongue swirled around an irritated bud.

Trembles quaked through you--from heated anticipation or disgust, you were unsure. He hooked his fingers back into your cheeks and pried your face to look into his own. Sky-blue eyes, which once beheld you in crinkled happiness, had dimmed into a hazy navy clouded with lust.

"So pretty... My gorgeous, gorgeous girl."

Soft lips brushed your forehead, ambled down to your nose, and finally settled on your lips.

"My good girl."

Lips warmed with depraved whispers silenced around your bud. Starved suckling backdropped the more apparent whimpers scratching your throat, dredged in pleasure with a dulling edge of resistance. Scarred skin delicately cusped your mounds, tweaking and flicking your perkiness until it was a rosy red.

Your growing sensitivity stung tears into your eyes. Achy hands, now free from his grasp, grappled onto sinewy shoulders but did little to convey genuine discomfort. A deep groan purred from his chest as Link balanced your sore bud in a soft knead between his teeth. A pop filled the room.

"Let me see those eyes."

Your eyes wedged open to see blown-out blues taking all of you in. Your heart pounded a flush into your cheeks and christened an unholy flame to spread through your core.

"That's it... Now watch me..."

He dragged his body lower and lower, his eyes unwavering from yours for even a second. Steady hands balled into the collar of your dress and tore through the silk, the symphony of rips bouncing off the walls and knocking coherence out of your head. His lips matched the pace of the ragged unveiling and chased progressively exposed flesh with soft kisses, down, down, and farther down. Feverish breaths along your inner thighs sent chills up your spine.

"Watch me as I make you cum for me."

Hands gnarled from knighthood knotted into the delicate lace separating him from his prize, tearing it apart with ease.

"Link, hold--ah!"

Your eyes shot to the back of your head as your mouth gaped into a silent 'O.' An orchestra of colors, conducted by a madly indulgent maestro, symphonized into a crazed, otherworldly experience. His tongue coiled and stretched into you with the practiced precision of many amorous nights while his thumb circled the space around your clit, teasing the nub until agony. It was only a matter of time before your impassioned gasps and pleas competed with the downright sinful wetness Link lapped below.

"Tell me you love this--that you love me."

"Link, please! Just give it to me please, please, please...!" The top of your head rolled further into your pillow when the painful prick of a pinch shot too much for too short a time.

"Don't look away. Don't you dare look away, you filthy slut." Deft fingers plunged into you until pleasure fried your brain. "You'll cum when I tell you to."

Your whines and whimpers hiccuped into full sobs for release, whistled with pleas and promises you both knew you wouldn't keep.

"You'll love me forever, right? You'll be my good lil' cock slut forever, right?"

"Yes! Yes, I promise! Please Link, just let me cum already, please!"

You damn liar.

He pulled away, coldly gazing at the weeping, quivering, gasping mess of his beloved.

"Link...? W-why did you--"

"Your heart may have forgotten, but your body remembers..."

His sweet lips, tinted with a hint of bitter longing, moved with yours in a desperate, crazed dance. Every lust-filled, haggard groan ripped from his lungs masked the quieter crack running up his heart.

The bed creaked from the sudden redistribution of your weight as he spread you on all fours. He aligned himself to your entrance and, in a single motion that he had done hundreds of times, completed you. A wail, colored in pleasure and streaked with pain, contrasted Link's blissed-out groan. Tears brimmed the corner of your eyes; each droplet slipped down your cheek in time with his frenetic pounding until it had thickened into a steady stream.

He wasted no time in his pursuit for pleasure, hitching his pelvis to your ass, pulling away, and slamming back in with the gentleness of a starved wolf ripping into a lamb. His fingers dug crescents into your hips as he adjusted himself, propping one of his legs up to angle himself deeper and faster into you.

He was stretching you past your limits, and every thrust was accompanied by a heated flash of pain. Your upper half sunk towards the bed as he moved your hips higher, closer to him. Helpless (E/C)s stared at the creaking bedpost while your whitening knuckles dug through the sheets clumped in your hands. A salty mixture of tears and saliva pooled on your pillow as honeyed cries haunted your walls.

"What, is my princess not having a good time?" He jeered, reaching over to give your engorged clit a cruel flick and your ass an even crueler slap. "What does my baby want me to do to her? Huh? What do you want me to do to your tight pussy?"

"L-Link, It hurts! It's too--!"

The side of your quivering hips slammed into the mattress and forced you on your back. Your face snapped into the pillow when his writhing tongue replaced his thick cock, tonguing and lapping at your dripping pussy as if your ambrosia would be the last thing he was to taste. He pulled out and spat on your entrance, pressing his tongue flat against your pussy and swiping up towards the clit that he coiled.

"Mmph... Fuck, I love you... Give me more... Gods, give me more."

A bruising ache pressed into your hips as his frenzied circling spurred faster, faster, faster. Pleasure dizzied your senses towards a dark void; the familiar knot in your stomach that ached to unravel popped with the abrupt re-emergence of Link.

"Mm, tight as ever... How're you feeling, my dove?" He husked, ragged breaths encapsulating the shell of your ear.

"Too b-bi--Link, you're too big!"

"Shhh... You can take it. You've taken it hundreds of times. C'mon, squeeze my cock like a good girl."

"It's so--Link, you're stretching me out, I need to--"

"Not yet. I'm not done fucking you yet." He swiveled you back on all fours and pounded you into the mattress, your cries and pleas be damned. Slender fingers snarled through your tresses and strained you away from the pillows that held your screams.

"When I'm ready, I want to watch you cum all over my cock." His erratic pounding slowed for a split second, enough time for a certain thought to come and go. "I want you to see it too."

Your abused cunt finally had a moment to breathe and process; if only your brain had that same luxury.

The bed sighed a relieved groan as Link crawled out and wrapped his arms about your lower abdomen to hoist you up. When it was evident that this pathetically limp curl was the best you could do, toned forearms hooked under your knees and spread your legs in the most vulnerable position you've ever been in. With a huff, Link brought you front and center to the mirror. You both watched breathlessly as he lowered you onto his slicked cock, sinking every inch into your gummy walls.

"Fuck, you're so tight... I need you, (F/N)..."

His crazed pistoning began once more; the sensations that ransacked your body were unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. The tip of his cock so easily, so effortlessly rammed into your sweetest spots; every thrust he slammed into you turned you into a shamelessly shaking, overstimulated mess.

"Look at you," he hummed darkly, "look at all the sin running down your legs."

Link's voice was so far away now. The way he kept disappearing into your sopping cunt and your juices dribbling over your thighs consumed your every thought. The only tangible you could feel was the building pressure coiling in your gut, tightening with each passing second.

"So beautiful... So tight... Don't you want to do this forever? Hm? Don't you want to be ruined by me forever and ever?"

His teeth sunk into your neck, adding to the carnal collection and ripping a hoarse cry out of you.

"You're my good girl, aren't you? My good girl... You're all mine--all fucking mine."

Veins marbled his arms and forehead as he nuzzled into your neck, tongue tracing the edge of every bite. The labored grunts that occasionally wheezed out of him, along with his stuttering hips, signaled that he was teetering closer and closer to the edge. Hooded blues stared piercingly into your own, weighed down by mindless intoxication. His lips brushed a flame through the curve of your ear.

"Look at me..." He purred. "Look at me and confess your lust to me."

A shattered cry, followed by a wave of profane heat, collided with your system. Winced eyes lolled to the back of your head while you spasmed and twitched in still arms. Your violent clenching and knowledge of your release strained a guttural growl through Link's chest as he spurted his cum as deep as it could go. Thin, white threads coated your walls and trailed out your still-plugged hole until drips of sin stained the stone below.

Link tripped to the foot of the bed, his body folding into the sheets the second his foot made contact with the wooden post. With arms wrapped comfortably around you and the familiar presence of your spent lover, you passed out the moment your body recognized blissed finality.

As you commenced your near-immediate foray into the realm of dreams, a familiar voice--soft yet broken--rang through your last layer of consciousness.

"Sleep well, my dove. If eternally precarious possession is the closest thing we will ever have to love, I will gorge myself on it."

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I wasn't expecting you to go into this like a fnaf theorist over a pixel in a game

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Oh my God I'm such a twilight girlie you write him so good!!! Like I'm a blushing mess here giggling kicking feet the whole nine yards. Also making him thic is such a accurate power move 🤭🤤 one of these days I'd love to hear all your thoughts on the different 🍆 sizes for the links I just know it'd be glorious until then I shall devour all your writing repeatedly while imagining hot blondes (your four rut one is my absolute favorite I must confess)

Anon you flatter me!!

Hyrule: 4.9 inches. Now, before you come at me in the comments for making our fairy prince smaller than Four, hear me out: like I've said before, and continue to say, penis size is heavily affected by both genes and external factors, and even a slight discrepancy in either one can had mixed outcomes. 'But Fyre, we came here for sin, not a biology lesson!!', some of you may gripe, but I promise there's method to this madness. Ever since starting his first adventure at the ripe age of 9 or 10, Hyrule has been on constant alert because of 1) the literal cult trying to steal his blood to reincarnate a giant pig man and 2) the fact that his world is quite literally a wasteland with minimal food/tainted water/and all sorts of other nasty things. I can't even imagine the stress he was under during those frankly crucial developmental years, so it's highly likely that his body just... didn't fully develop due to a combination of him not getting enough to eat/drink and being on the run for most of his life (i.e lots of stress + probably a horrific sleep schedule). Moreover, both of these factors are what's known as endocrine disruptors, which can heavily affect mental and physical growth.

But now onto the dick-cannons: while he may not be the largest or thickest, I like to think Hyrule has a pretty good handle on what he's doing regardless*. Definitely not circumcised, considering his background (someone please tell him how to wash).

*(I once saw a headcannon that Hyrule probably used sex as a form of payment when things got tough, which I think is very underrated and absolutely true.)

Four: 5.5 inches. So I DEFINITELY did too much research on Four's, but I think y'all need to hear this. While I love the headcannon about Four's dick being 4 inches because his name is quite literally 'Four', I'm not sure anyone has tried to tackle this conundrum with his heritage in mind. Typically, penis size is influenced by parental genes, the person's own unique genes, and a combination of other external factors. For Four, we know for certain that he has Hylian parents, BUT he's also part Minish because of the events of Minish Cap. The Minish are typically described as anthropomorphic mouse people, so we can comfortably use mice as the basis for this genetic addition. Now, mice typically have a penis size of 10% of their body length (tip of nose to base of tail), which would concurrently put Four at 0.458333333 in feet, or 5.5 inches.

Dick-canons: probably circumcised. He's got the vibe of being pretty unassuming, but then he whips it out and everything suddenly makes sense. Balls* are on the bigger side (BREED), but no one's complaining.

*(Have you seen mice balls?? They're fucking [tee hee] massive. View at your own risk, but I couldn't have stopped the idea of Four like this if I tried. Yes yes I know this is a rat, but close enough!)

Wild: 5.6 inches. This one was probably the most difficult, because Wild's just... an average guy*. He doesn't have any non-Hylian transformations or crazy evolution history under his belt (tee tee), so all that really leaves is his height–which isn't a truly reliable measure of penile length, BUT we take what we can get in this blog–and background. It's somewhat implied that his father was a knight/someone who worked for the kingdom, which means he and Warriors were likely raised in very similar situations, though Wild's likely was a bit more stressful. For one, he pulled the Master Sword from its pedestal at the ripe old age of 12, and was immediately shipped off to guard Princess Zelda while she attempted to awaken her powers. While not as extreme as Hyrule's backstory, this is still a great deal of pressure for a child who arguably had a very peaceful life before finding the Master Sword, but I don't think he suffered any developmental conditions; even with the stress of finding out you're the Hero of Hyrule before you even finish puberty, it's reasonable to assume that Wild was physically cared for by the royal family, if only for the fact that his destiny was to defeat Ganon. Not just that, but there's the whole other issue of being stuck in a shrine for 100 years after dying; I'm no doctor, but that doesn't sound like favorable conditions for anyone. Obviously, the shrine heals him, but is that all it does? It's a well-known fact that water isn't good for skin**, especially considering he laid in it without moving for a century, so it's hard to imagine how his dick looked after the bath to end all baths.

Dick-canons: it glows– assuming he actually does have a penis, it's fairly average looking. Probably circumcised for military/cleanliness reasons, but he does have a very lovely vein running up the side of the shaft that always looks like it's about to pulse out of his dick. He should probably get that check out. Average sized balls, maybe a bit on the small side due to 100 years of cold water exposure.

*(I'm just going to come out and say this: all the Links are, at their core, average guys. Twilight was a goat herder. Time may or may not have been birthed by a tree and raised by tree people. Hyrule is just a simple traveler. Wind wasn't even chosen, he just wanted to save his sister. That's why they're so likable... they're not born special, or heroic, or anything. They're just dudes. Regular, selfless, boring, amazing dudes. Anyways enjoy the rest of my insanity.)

**(Is it wrinkly? Dried up? Completely and totally detached?? Laying in water for even a few days can cause severe medical complications, such as open sores, loss of skin elasticity, bacterial and fungal infections, and tissue decomposition. Cold water can temporarily slow the effects of decomposition because of adipocere formation, which is a phenomenon in which a waxy substance forms over the skin as a byproduct of fat decomposition, but not for 100 years. By this logic, Wild shouldn't be on this list because he shouldn't have a dick.)

Legend: 6 inches. Y'all already know where this is going. Unlike his successor, Legend didn't begin his first adventure until the age of 12, and lived a fairly stable life before hand thanks to his Uncle. This means that there likely wouldn't be too many developmental factors to worry about in determining the dick-cannons, so now we must turn to his rabbit-ifying encounter from his first adventure. I'm going to use the eastern cottontail rabbit (Sylvilagus floridanus) for this example because they're one of the most widely studied/available rabbit species. Now, cottontails typically reach 14-19 inches in length, but I'm going to go with 20 inches for Legend because he is CHONK, and also 20 is a lot easier to do math with. Keeping this in mind, WikiVet has informed me that rabbit penises can range from 20 to 45 mm in length. I'm going with 45 mm (4.5 inches) because he's a big boy and I also want him to have a big dick, so, when paired with the 20 inch body length, you'll find that approximately 8.86% of a rabbit's length is dick. Now that we know dick-to-body ratio, all that needs to be done is put that against Legend's height of 5'6", which leaves us with 5.8476 inches, but I added an extra 2 in to account for the fact that he is also hylian. It just feels right.

Dick-canons: Definitely a good choice if you're not sure what you want; bunny boy has many talents. Definitely has some breeder balls*, and I firmly believe he's curved just right for maximum pleasure. Probably circumcised because of his uncle, but he's secretly glad because it means he doesn't have to clean it like he would if he wasn't.

*(Yup, we're doing this again. Scientifically, rabbits have some of the highest sex drives of any animal, and are capable of breeding six hours after giving birth [WTF], which means this absolutely applies to Legend. He is never not down for a fuck.)

Sky: 6.3 inches. Prepare yourself because this one is very speculative. So, Sky was born on Skyloft, a set of islands in the sky. He was trained as a knight for most of his life and had a generally very peaceful life, so no endocrine disruptors or developmental discrepancies to worry about. Moreover, we know he started his journey at seventeen, which means he's at the tail-end of development. Now, instead of turning to some type of animal encounter, I'll turn to his Hylian heritage to answer this conundrum. I doubt there's anything out there with Skyloft's exact elevation, but it does appear to be a decent few thousand feet above the cloud barrier, which I've discovered are most likely altocumulus clouds, which typically form at an elevation between 6,000 to 20,000 feet. To calculate this, I watched a Skyward Sword gameplay video and determined that, in-game, it takes approximately 1:02.87 to reach the surface, and, assuming Sky/Link, is going at terminal velocity (the fastest an object can go while in motion, which happens to be 120 mph for belly-to-earth skydiving), this would put Skyloft at a roughly 7,544.4 foot elevation, which aligns with the altocumulus cloud prediction. There are only so many places on Earth that match such a high elevation, but I'm going to choose the Himalayas (which are inhabited by the Tibetan people, which are already known to have more capillaries and a more specialized hemoglobin function due to living in higher altitudes) as our comparer-region. Using this information, we can safely assume that Skyloftians, though fictional, who evolved in a very similar environment, may exhibit some similar traits to the modern-day Tibetan people.

While researching, I also discovered an incredibly interesting phenomenon called "airplane boners", which is a scientific occurrence where changes in pressure can cause erections (i.e. flying on a place), and decided that this would be perfect fuel for my scholarly degeneracy, which leads me to my next point: Sky has a big dick as an evolutionary response to what is colloquially known as the 'airplane boner'. Not convinced? Let me explain. When a penis is erect, arteries in the pelvic/penile region dilate to allow for greater blood flow, which thus increases the size of the penis itself. Now, imagine being at a high elevation for your whole life, surrounded by people whose ancestors have never lived anywhere else. I firmly believe that Skyloftians are well-endowed as an evolutionary response that allows the sustainment of larger blood vessels as a sort-of defense against high air pressure. Natural selection favors these traits because they ultimately lead to reproduction, which is the single-most important characteristic of evolution. 6.3 inches was a bit of an educated guess, but I believe that because the people of Skyloft evolved in a closed high-altitude ecosystem, it's entirely reasonable for Sky to be THICC because his body has a adapted to handle a greater hemoglobin factor and increased vascular capacity, likely in the penile region.

Dick-canons: due to the blood-vessel evolution, Sky's dick is likely thicker than average, with some very visible veins running up the sides; so many that it likely makes his dick appear incredibly flushed when erect. Contrary to what some of you may think, I don't think he has large balls, because it is likely more advantageous to have a smaller scrotum to combat the elements/conserve heat. So no breeder balls for him, but that doesn't mean he can't breed you just as good ;)

Twilight: 6.8 inches. I feel like this goes without saying, but he's a country boy. He's hung. Twilight grew up in Ordon, a close-knit community where everyone takes care of everyone, which means he most definitely had a very good childhood. Like some of the others, I see no reason to bring up developmental challenges due to being chased by a cult or some similar bullshit, so we're going to skip right to his transformation of a wolf at the beginning of his journey. Contrary to Legend and Four, I do not believe that this transformation affected him significantly in terms of penis appearance/size. Twilight was 17 when his adventure began, which means he already is at the end of physical development from a biological standpoint, and, in Linked Universe, his tattoos appear to be the only true physical mark on his hylian body, so it's safe to assume that we don't need to take this into consideration. Now, some of you may say: "Fyre, but your theories were so crazy for the other ones and now you're saying Twilight's hung because he's country??" Yes. Yes, I am saying that.

BUT.

There's a pretty solid theory running around that Twilight is a very small part Gerudo, due to Talon (Malon's father) having married/banged a Gerudo woman in secret. In LOZ, it's fairly obvious that the Gerudo are supposed to emulate modern-day Middle Eastern culture, which a study by the National Institute of Health states have an average penis length of 14.34, or 5.6 inches. Obviously, this is nowhere near 6.8, but this is also a race of mythical female warriors, so everything's a little skewed. However, in every iteration we see of the Gerudo, they're always tall, somewhat aggressive, and visibly muscled, which are all indicators of above-average levels of testosterone. This is highly important because, in addition to being required to build muscle mass, testosterone is heavily responsible for penis growth during puberty, meaning that Twilight could very well be the way he is because of this naturally-increased testosterone production (i.e why he's so visibly muscled compared to the other Links), plus an assumed more efficient vascular system due to his heritage. Adding on to this, Twilight likely already has booming levels of testosterone due to his very physical, very labor-intensive occupation as a rancher, plus the fact that he's in the prime of his life. In short, he's doing everything right: he eats well, works out, and has fairly decent emotional and mental health, all of which can be correlated with optimal penile development.

Dick-canons: Breeder balls to the MAX. All that extra testosterone has got to go somewhere, and it ain't his head. Fairly girthy, so prep is a necessity. Has one big vein right under the head that honest-to-god throbs when he's turned-on. Probably not circumcised because Ordon is fairly closed-off and I can't see them as being sticklers for that.

Warriors: 7 inches. While height isn't directly correlated with dick size, it is reasonable to assume that Warriors would be a bit higher on the list because of this, as well as his overall health in comparison to Hyrule and/or Legend. It's hinted that Warriors was raised in a very military-esque lifestyle, so it's not a surprise that he wouldn't have any true developmental setbacks in terns of penile length. Now, that doesn't mean we can't analyze the reasons why he's like this. Being raised in a militant environment means he was fed appropriately, participated in training regularly, and was likely taught stress-regulation habits (does he use them? no, but at least he knew them during his developmental years). Like Twilight, increased muscle mass is typically linked to elevated testosterone levels, and since Warriors has been training his whole life, it's reasonable to assume that these factors had a positive impact on his penile development. He and Twilight are very similar in this regard, except Twilight's size comes a bit more from favorable, wack genetics, though they both make sure to take care of themselves. However, Warriors is shown to be somewhat vain in Linked Universe canon (to the point that the other heroes have a running joke on it), which means it shouldn't be put past him to try more... under-the-table methods to ensue his 'perfection' reaches all aspects of his body, dick absolutely included. I'll leave it up to y'all on whether it's actual herbal/medical enhancements or sheer force of arrogance, but it's still a fun thought!

Dick-canons: Definitely circumcised (if not, definitely obsessed over keeping that shit squeaky clean). He's not as girthy as Twilight or Sky, but it'll definitely feel like he is from the way he wields it* during the deed. Doesn't have the biggest balls, but they'll definitely smack against any ass he can get his hands on.

*(There's a lot of speculation on whether Warriors is a manwhore or not, but I believe he's got experience. Definitely not in relationships, but one-night stands? Tavern hook-ups? He's done more of those than he's [un]willing to admit, but when it's someone he honestly, truly cares about? Slap a blush on him and call him a virgin, because he sure acts like it!)

Time: 7.3 inches. I saved the best for last. I want to preface this by saying that Time is HUGE, so obvious he's got to have a bitchbreaker in those britches, right? Right? Not exactly, because the version of Time we see in Linked Universe is the 'second' version; the one who got sent back in time by Zelda for Majora's Mask. This is HUGELY relevant because, honestly? Time likely took terrible care of himself over the course of Ocarina of Time, or at least somewhat neglected his needs in favor of completing his quest. Then, when he was sent back to being 12 years old in a new timeline by Zelda (Majora's Mask), you cannot convince me that he didn't have a major epiphany on how to actually take care of himself now that he was literally given another chance to get it right. He still trains, hard, but also knows his limits and, for the first time in his new life, he actually makes a point to start eating vegetables and drinking milk*, which give him all the essential nutrients to bridge the gap between surviving and living, especially during these crucial developmental years. Time genuinely makes an attempt to try. For himself, this time. And it pays off in the form of that fat-ass cock ;)

Dick-canons: a true bitchbreaker that will rail you six ways to Sunday. Not circumcised (bro was basically birthed by a tree), and definitely has breeder balls; he basically acts like he's in rut, and Twilight's got to get that trait from somewhere. Probably pretty veiny, like his hands (HNNNN), with just the slightest curve that'll have him hitting all the right spots.

*(Lon Lon milk all the way, my good readers.)

And, of course, I had to consult google:

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glenn-slayer · 14 days ago

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So like I know monster fuckers are a thing, I'm not here to spoil anyone's good time (look at Dink or a mer Legend) but like

Can you imagine monster fuckers IN the actual world of Zelda? You grew up in Hyrule and monsters are a real threat. Can you imagine NON monsterfuckers finding out?

Like:

A: I can take *insert monster*

B: In a fight?

A:...

B: In a fight??

A:..... No....

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glenn-slayer · 14 days ago

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what’s the point of having a boyfriend if he doesn’t moan like a girl

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glenn-slayer · 14 days ago

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Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter thirteen - who is she? (a misty memory)

Pairing: poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: while everyone manages to spot the town a mishap with magic dungeon leads to you entering the dungeon alone with only a dazed Hyrule for company.

(Aka: Wind's both psychic and tempting fate, Legend is screaming internally, some fae lore, and Time has a Repression Canyon. You and Hyrule are not doing well become Hyrule is under the influence of something. No one is having a good time right now, except for Dark, who is currently off screen and being dramatic.)

Warnings: cursing, grief, hypnotism/ mind control, Time's Repression Canyon (TM),

Other: If I missed anything please let me know.

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"Maybe we should split up," Hyrule suggests as your group walks.

"No," you say in perfect sync with Four.

"Why not?" Hyrule asks.

You just stare at him.

Is he being serious right now?

"You are injured, (Y/n) was recently singled out by the Shadow, and Wild has most of our food supply. Splitting up with no plan or destination is not a good idea," Four says as he crosses his arms.

Wild stops, gaze narrowing at something in the distance, "What is that?"

"Looks like a dungeon?" Hyrule offers faintly, almost lost in his own mind.

"We don't have to do the dungeon, do we?" You ask hesitantly.

"I'm sure we're fine," Four says. "There's no shadow there as far as I can tell."

"We should still head towards it. It's the first identifiable thing we've seen," Hyrule's says.

You don't like how much sense he makes.

Dungeons, while a staple for the Zelda franchise, are a pain in the butt. Even the shrines that are sort of mini-dungeons are a pain.

There's the dread of having to do a dungeon for real even though the boys say you probably won't need to.

At least it's probably a forest temple. Those are usually the first dungeon in the games and are a little easier puzzle wise to help you get the hang of it.

You walk forward with Wild at your side while Four and Hyrule follow. The air lightens with each step now that you all have a destination of sorts.

Spooky and Epona walk on either side of you and Wild.

The birds in the trees sing and crow happily, a constant that sets you at ease. After all, animals go silent when there's predators nearby.

"Do you know anything about dungeons?" Wild asks you as you walk along the trail.

That's a trap of a question if you've ever heard one... but it isn't meant to be.

"Some," you say after a moment. You aren't ready to try explaining the video game thing or the memory things, and you don't know if you ever will be.

"Like what?" Hyrule asks, his eyes lingering on you.

The thought about matching curiosity seems correct and yet wells up from the part of you that the dreams and memories come from.

Oh, he always did match your curiosity, didn't he?

(They all do, but some of them hide it better.)

"There's lots of puzzles, and a lot of times, there's a tool to get," you say with a half shrug.

"There's also usually a boss," Hyrule adds helpfully, coming back to awareness.

Whatever the traveler was thinking about seems to have let him go.

"That sounds right," you nod along.

Wild shakes his head, "Bosses are awful."

"Would you rate it zero out of ten?" You ask.

The words come out of your mouth with little thought, and you aren't sure why they come out either. Unfortunately, you can't take it back.

"Negative four," Four says before he stops to think about it. "Wait - no pun or joke intended."

"I believe you," you say easily, "Bosses sound awful."

"You should have seen thunderblight," Wild says with a tone that implies a story he isn't ready to tell.

With the knowledge that you have seen thunderblight as well as the knowledge that you shouldn't say that, you just offer a sympathetic smile. "Sounds like a tough fight."

Wild snorts. "It was."

"Do you have dungeons in your world?" Hyrule asks.

"Not like yours. Our dungeons are more like prisons?" You trying to explain.

"Like jail?" Four asks.

"Yes."

"Strange," Hyrule says.

You smile a little, "I guess it probably is."

Conversation peters out as you continue to trek towards the dungeon.

You can't say why exactly you feel you're going to be doing the dungeon, but you have the ever sinking feeling you will be completing the thing.

The presence of both the males with you and the two animals is the best solace you have. The comfort of knowing that not only are you not alone but that you are surrounded by your boys is addicting.

You remember things about them that you could only know from living a loving relationship with them, but you don't know their last names or favorite colors.

Your boys... they are your boys.

They are so undeniably your boys, and yet they aren't.

You know what their hands feel like in your own.

You know what kissing them feels like.

The feeling of their arms around you as they tell you they're going to protect you is burnt into your soul, apparently in a literal sense.

For all of that, you don't know how they like their coffee or their favorite scent for soaps.

Your mind spirals until you find yourself before the dungeon.

It's not a dungeon you recognize off the top of your head.

The large step pyramid is over taken by vibrant flora and fauna with carvings of vines and triangles alike. It's definitely a forest temple, then.

"Is that a town?" Hyrule asks as he points towards the left, but he sounds as if in a daze.

Maybe it's exhaustion?

You turn and look over, squinting. "Maybe?"

"Two of us could go see while two stay here just in case the others show up?" Hyrule offers."

"That's not the worst plan," Wild muses. "But it still has us splitting up,"you frown.

"We have a plan and destination this time," Four says as he looks the group over. "Wild and I could scope out the potential town while you and Hyrule stay here."

There's the urge to argue against staying here, but in reality, you can't come up with a good reason not to. Hyrule has a hurt ankle, and you don't have the practice to both scope a town out and to wrangle a panther.

"If you're sure," you say because you don't want him to feel as if you are ignoring him.

Four looks at you, eyes the same - almost purple - they usually are when they look at you.

(They used to be a constant silvery gray color, but now they have flecks of four different colors and switch between the dominant hue. A consequence of the foursword?)

"We're sure," Four says.

"We'll be fast," Wild says with a tight smile.

"Just be safe," you tell him.

"We will," Wild says.

("Just - just be safe," you tell the young man with the long hair.

He takes your hands in his, smiling soft and sad. "I still have to show you those sunsets, I'll be back.")

Four and Wild head towards what is hopefully a town. Their figures shrink against the horizon as they move away.

Hopefully, nothing goes wrong.

As if the universe heard your a low grinding sound, the dungeon behind you gives makes you hiss out a curse. That can't be any good.

It's fine.

This is fine.

The sliding cicle door seems to be opening.

"That's... ominous," Hyrule manages weakly, eyes lingering once again on your frame with a strange glint.

"Just don't go in," you say tightly, "Something is really wrong here."

"Yeah..." He frowns, voice strange as he looks to the dungeon.

The air feels like it is trying to eat you alive now.

Spooky growls at the dungeon as they get between the dungeon and you.

Epona won't look at it.

Hyrule is swaying, looking more and more dazed by the second.

"Hyrule?" You ask.

"Hm?" He asks, leaning towards the dungeon.

"Hyrule, what's going on?"

"Don't you hear it?" He asks.

You have just enough time to think the words 'oh shit' before things go wrong, and Hyrule stumbles through the opening of the dungeon as if in a trance.

"Stay here, you two," you say as you follow after Hyrule.

It's a horrible plan.

You know this as soon as your feet move, but he is already hurt and almost in a trance.

You can't just let him wander in alone.

Even the time it might take to catch up to Wild and Four could spell disaster for Hyrule.

As soon as you clear the doorway, the dungeon door rolls shut at a terrifying speed.

The large rolling stone circle that is the door looks too heavy to move, and when you try to open it anyway, you find it weighs more than anyone can move without magic.

Great.

You turn and find Hyrule standing a few steps in front of you as he sways, humming as if he isn't aware he is making sound. The tune is a much slower and half haunting version of the fairy fountain music.

The air feels even worse inside the dungeon.

Hungrier.

You close the distance between you and Hyrule.

All right, you guess you're doing the dungeon.

This is fine.

You have the practical of puzzles, at least...

Oh boy...

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Legend walks through the grassy plains as he and his two companions head towards the town with a sense of dread. He dosen’t know what is wrong, only that something is.

He can't help but wonder over your safety.

Who are you with?

Are you alone?

What is he going to do if you die again? You -

You are on a lifetime where you don't actually know him.

You aren't his.

Not the way he remembers and craves.

How is he to tell a different Link you died?

You aren't dead, though.

Legend can't stand the thought.

He needs you to live.

He'll keep his emotions as his problem.

You don't remember him.

You aren't his (Y/n)... but you are.

This whole thing makes his head spin. His main goal with you - this version of you that isn't on the same reincarnation he is - is to follow your lead with whatever form of relationship you want.

Legend sighs heavily as he fiddles with the ring that he never takes off. (The ring that was once going to be your ring...)

He just needs to get his head on straight. That's all.

Legend can do this.

"Do you think anyone else is already there?" Wind asks from the right.

"I don't know," Warriors sighs.

"Where else would they go? I haven't seen anything but this town," Legend says with his most even tone.

His anxiety dosen’t have to spill all over everyone else.

Wind rolls his eyes. "I hope you're right."

"I just have a bad feeling about this," Legend says with a sigh.

"How bad can it be? We're in a place with little to no monsters," Wind shakes his head.

Legend could just shake the sailor; you never ask that. That is just asking fate to come in and wreck things.

Warriors shakes his head, "We don't know where the others ended up."

Wind sighs, "You both need more faith in them."

"I have plenty of faith," Legend says primly, "I just also know everyone in the group is a magnet for trouble."

"What do you think is going to happen? It's not like dungeons can force you to enter them and then disappear until you complete them," Wind rolls his eyes.

Legend's eye twitches. He has to bite back the urge to physically shake Wind. You never ever tenpt fate like that. Especially not after asking 'how bad can it be?'.

"I'll take your word for it," Warriors says with a frown.

Legend just focuses on walking to the town. He is not dealing with this.

He is focusing so hard on that that when he hears the sharp, demanding meow of Spooky, he almost screams.

"Spooky?" Wind asks, frowning, "What are you doing here?"

Spooky meows again, tail lashing as they stare down Legend.

They don't stare at Wind.

They don't stare at Warriors.

Spooky stares right at Legend, as if demanding his attention.

"Where's (Y/n)?" Legend asks slowly.

He feels absolutely ridiculous asking a cat about this, but the cat seems to know something.

The cat seems to wat him to do something.

Spooky turns and starts running towards a spot past the town.

"Are we supposed to follow them?" Wind asks.

Legend dosen’t bother with thinking, "Yes. Come on."

The veteran surges forwards with the aid of his Pegasus boots. He knows Warriors and Wind are both following him.

Legend knows Warriors is unusually fast even among the heroes, so he trusts the captain to keep up and help Wind.

Legend can't believe he's chasing down a preadator.

Spooky runs through the area, ignoring rocks and trees and grass alike. They have a mission as they run.

Spooky stops at the main treeline of the forest, where the only notable thing is an incredibly large faerie circle of strange mushrooms.

Legend skids to a stop, looking around and finding no trace of you.

"Where are they?" Legend asks as he looks to Spooky.

Spooky yowls at the mushrooms circle, pacing back and forth between Legend and the circle. Their hackles are raising. Their ears are pinning back.

Legend grips his sword and grits his teeth.

Spooky does not seem to look at Legend. They seem to be challenging the mushroom circle itself.

Legend is safe enough. Legend is not actively being threatened.

Warriors and Wind skid to a stop and Legend's side.

"Where's (Y/n)? Why's Spooky so mad?" Wind asks as he steps forward to check on the panther.

Spooky growls, nudging Wind backward to create space between the sailor and the mushroom circle.

Legend can't argue with that.

The mushroom circle feels wrong.

Faeries are not all good or all evil. They are like humans. They have the ability for both, and the individual can be a mic of either.

Like a Venus fly trap starving for food.

But the magic itself that makes the faerie circle feels like fear and hunger alike.

Like nightmares and thorns.

"I don't know, but I don't think we're going to like the answer," Legend grits out.

"Why did Spooky bring us here?" Wind frowns. "I don't understand."

"It's a faerie circle," Warriors says, "And an unusually large one at that. It feels... malicious."

"That's a nice description," Legend huffs.

"So... you think the circle has (Y/n)?" Wind asks softly.

"I don't know."

"We couldn't go in?" Wind offers.

"No," Warriors says. "We can't. Not without having a solid plan."

Legend starts looking around. They need answers.

They need help.

They need Hyrule, because the resident Faerie will have the best idea of how to handle things.

Not everyone knows Hyrule is part fae, but Legend does, and Legend really needs his brother's help.

"I really don't like this," Warriors says. "We should find the others."

"And leave? What if (y/n) comes out and needs help?" Legend asks.

"Well-" Warriors starts only to be cut off by a loud whinny.

The sound of fast hoodbeats sound as what is presumably Epona rushes forward.

"LEGEND!" Wild calls breathlessly as he runs after the horse.

Legend turns, finding that all the others outside his group are running towards him... all the others except you and Hyrule.

"Did you see the temple?!" Wild demands.

"Temple?" Wind asks incredulously, "There's no temple."

"Yes, there was," Wild chokes out.

Four curses sharply before he says, "They went in."

"They weren't supposed to!" Wild snaps.

"The locals said the place lures you in," Sky tries to soothe.

"Wait - What is going on?" Legend demands.

"Hyrule and (Y/n) went into some magic place that only exists sometimes," Wild explains as he wave shis hands around.

"Easy now, cub," Twilight soothes as best he can as he sets a hand on Wild's shoulder. "Ya can't go s'plainin' like a cucoo with its head cut off."

"What does the temple have to do with the faerie circle?" Warriors asks tightly.

"Bad things," Wild hisses.

"Everybody, take a moment and pull yourselves together," Time cuts in with an authority that Legend clings to for the moment. "Once you're all calmer, I'll explain. Until then, you have to trust Hyrule and (Y/n)."

Legend is ready to pull his hair out. He grips the edge of his cap as well as his hair, tugging.

It isn't about trusting you and Hyrule. It's about needing you to both be safe and alive.

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Hyrule walks forward with little thought, his mind fogging over at the sound of his honeybee's voice calling for him.

"Link? Where are you? I'm scared and you promised to protect me!" You call to him.

Hyrule makes a soft sound.

He's failing you!

Someone walks at his side, but that dosen’t matter.

There's the sound of grinding behind him.

Distantly, Hyrule has just enough sense to think 'that's not good'.

The room Hyrule walks through has a walkway of mossy stones with tall pillars of craved wood. Magic hangs in the air.

The magic feels so weird.

A hand grabs his wrist, and your voice cuts through the haze again, louder and more insistent. "Hyrule!"

He blinks, looking to you with wide eyes. You're right here, so why did your voice sound so far away before?

"Link, please!" Your voice calls from far away despite Hyrule staring at your face.

Your mouth does not move.

Something is very, very wrong, and whatever it is has your voice.

Wait...

Hyrule isn't sure what you're doing here. Aren't you usually with Sky and Wind?

You aren't his honeybee.

The other voice has to be his honeybee!

"Hyrule, I need you to help me," you say to him tightly.

Your eyes are a little wide.

Your grip on his wrist boarders on desperate and bruising.

You are not his honeybee, but you look ready to run. You share a face with his lost love, but you are also someone who isn't part of the fight of good vs. evil, and you need his help.

"What's wrong?" Hyrule asks as he watches your face.

You swallow hard, "Hyrule, you went into the dungeon!"

"What dungeon?" Hyrule asks.

"What - Hyrule, we're in a dungeon. Your ankle is still busted, and the door just sealed!" You tell him with half desperate fear and half disbelief.

Hyrule frowns, trying to make sense of your words. The entire situation feels far away.

Come to think of it... the air feels like a dungeon and fae magic.... strange.

"LINK!" Calls his honeybee from wherever they are.

They're in the dungeon!

"Why are you in here?" Hyrule asks you as the haze starts to creep back in.

You tug his wrist to get his attention, "I followed you in. Why did you go in?"

"You followed me?"

"Yes."

"Why?" He asks, utterly unsure.

You have no ties to his honeybee despite the many similarities, and you are not a hero. You're lovely and all but he doesn't understand.

"You're going into a dungeon in a daze with a busted ankle, I wasn't going to let you be alone and get hurt," you say as if the answer is obvious.

"Oh. That's sweet of you," Hyrule says.

"It's- Hyrule. We need to leave," you say firmly, stepping back and gently tugging his wrist with you.

"Leave?" He echoes, squinting behind you. "There's no door."

"What?!" You demand as you whip around.

He watches as you realize that there is, in fact, no door.

"Oh fuck," you manage as you turn back to him. "That's bad. A minute ago it was just too heavy... I was hoping you had something... and now it's gone?!"

The sound of your voice is the clearest thing for him but the words sound as if he is bobbing in and out of water.

"We have to go forward. That's where my honey bee's voice is," he says as he steps towards the direction where he hears the voice when it speaks.

You just stare at him with a strange mix of horror and sympathy. "I don't think - Hyrule, I haven't heard a voice besides yours."

"You will," Hyrule says, unsure why he says it or even what it means.

He starts walking down the path with the columns on either side.

Your hand still holds his wrist, and you follow him.

"NO! LINK HELP!" His honeybee calls from further within the building.

Hyrule starts to run, dragging you along as he rushes forward.

All he has to do is get to his honeybee.

There's nothing too hard about that -

You yank him against a wall with a hiss of his name.

Hyrule's back hits the wall with a thump just as an arrow whizzes by. If he were still running down the path, it would have hit his head.

Where did that come from?

You're getting better at this adventure thing, he decides. He should tell you that later.

You move your hand off his wrist and instead lace your fingers through his.

The fog in his mind continues to thicken until all Hyrule knows is your hand in his and the terror in his honeybee's voice.

There are rooms and torches.

Moss and stones.

None of it matters.

Any time you jerk him somewhere, he registers there is a threat but not where or what it is.

He hopes that when you meet his honeybee, you like them.

There's still a faint nagging at the back of his kind that something is wrong and that he needs to focus on you and not the voice he can't see the source of.

He ignores the nagging feeling.

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Time is not looking forward to telling anyone about the dreaded temple that is now missing with only the faerie circle as a marker it exists. He is actually hoping not to have to tell them.

Why wouldn't that be what's happening?

Of course, you go into the thing.

Of course, Hyrule is with you on a bad ankle.

He takes a slow, steadying breath. He can do this.

Wild still looks ready to fall into a tizzy with Four staring into the distance and through everyone...

None of the others looks ready to listen.

Time dosen’t know how long they have to wait.

He dosen’t know how long it will take for you and Hyrule to come out.

(Because you will come out. There is no other option. That can not lose you or Hyrule.)

"Can I start?" Time asks.

He hopes desperately for you to jump out and yell surprise or for someone to tell him not to explain.

"Sure," Legend says stiffly.

"I can't say who went in first or why, but after talking to the locals, this temple is known for luring in the grieving and testing them. If they fail, they die," Time says slow and steady.

He focuses on the bark pattern of a tree ten or so feet away. If he focuses on the bark pattern, he dosen’t have to acknowledge the words that come out of his own mouth.

"What?!" Warriors demands.

"The temple is run by a fae who enjoys feeding on misery," Time sighs.

He hates that.

Time hates that this is yet another story where the faerie is the villain. He hates that the fae get such an overwhelmingly bad rep because some of them are bad.

So many of them are good but no one speaks of them.

"We need to get them out," Sky says as evenly as he can. "There should be a way..."

"Not a real one," Legend hisses.

"Like I said... we just have to trust them to come out," Time says even as his heart shatters.

"They'll be fine," Wind says with a conviction that so few ever get to have.

Time takes a deep breath, a slow inhale through his nose and an even slower exhale. He shouldn't argue.

He can't afford tobsew the seeds of doubt and fear into the group.

He can't water the doubts and fears they already have.

"They aren't in it alone," Time decides, the words are weak as soon as he says them, but everyone looks to him anyway.

Legend just sighs. "There's that..."

"I still don't understand," Four says with a far away llooks. His eyes stare at his own boots. "(Y/n) was nervous about the idea of going into the dungeon at all... why did they go in?"

Time can't help the relief that you at least have the sense to be weary of the place. That dosen’t change that you are currently in it, but you might pay better attention.

"I don't know... but Epona came running after us not too long after we hit town," Wild sighs heavily, voice high and tight in a way that betrays barley restraining terror.

"Spooky got us," Warriors says softer, "Seeing them without (Y/n) was absolutely terrifying."

Time is just grateful Epona is the one who came to fetch his group.

(Though the urgency in her body and the way she bit and pulled and whinnied at them until the followed her is still rather heart wrenching.)

"Ya heard Time, we jus' gotta trust 'em," Twilight says as calmly as he can.

Pride swells in Time's chest. His boy is coming so far as a leader.

"Where just worried," Sky says as he looks around. "We trust them, but (Y/n) hasn't faced a dungeon before."

"Not to mention Hyrule's ankle," Wild says immediately.

"His ankle?" Legend asks lowly.

"He's fine. It's just sprained," Four says firmly.

"We should focus on getting potions and supplies now so when they come out, we can help them," Time says.

He can't afford to let the boys spiral. He can't let fear over take them.

Time needs to distract them.

"That's a good idea," Sky says, quick to jump on the distraction.

"Twilight, Wild, why don't you stock up on meat? Warriors and Wind, you should go to town and get anything Wild says we need for meals. Legend, Sky, you go and get potions and any other medicine you see," Time says, trying to put the groups together as best he can. "Four, you and I will set up camp."

The others all grumble but pair off to do as he asks.

Setting up camp is routine now, something that Time is grateful for.

A temporary stone circle for the fire pit along with a perimeter check are both easy enough to ensure.

The only issue is that Time can't ignore the magic the mushroom circle radiates.

All he can do is wait, but Time hates waiting.

He just has to keep it together for the others. He can't fall apart because they need him.

Time takes every negative emotion he has about the current situation and shoves it into his patented repression canyon before promptly deciding that he will simply deal with the emotions never.

He has things to do.

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glenn-slayer · 28 days ago

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Written in the stars ( forever on loop) chapter twelve - everybody talks

Pairing: eventual poly! Chain x reader, Wind & Reader

Rating: T

Summary: Thanks to the group getting split up, everyone has some time to talk. This makes things both better and worse but conversations actually happen.

(Aka: Wind is an unpaid therapist with a kid's bias on relationship, Wars and Legend talk, reader is trying to practice being patient, Wild is a sweetheart, and the three men best at repressing are alone together.)

Warnings: cursing

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

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Two days after what your brain has so helpfully dubed 'the Dink and friends incident,' your group gets split up thanks to several monsters and a rock slide with truly abysmal timing.

(The only thing with worse timing than the rock slide would be a room full of fifty metronomes that are all at different tempos.)

You find yourself with Wild, Hyrule, Four, Spooky, and Epona.

You aren't sure how the others are split up, but right now, your goal is to find a place to meet up with the others. Hopefully you can find a town or a large landmark.

Hyrule is magically out of juice and has a sprained wrist to boot. The man limps along with the help of an impromptu walking stick Wild finds.

Two hours after the rock slide finds your group staring at a forest.

This forest looks like... a forest.

Lots of trees and moss.

No helpful landmarks, unfortunately.

The sun is steadily sinking in the sky as it gets cooler.

Shadows grow longer as time passes.

"Is that a river?" Hyrule asks as he falls still.

"Where?" You ask as you glance around.

You don't see anything, but you aren't about to entirely discount the frequent explorer.

"That way," Wild points towards the left. "It's hard to hear, but it's there."

Four just nods. "You're sure?"

"As long as no one pushes me in, I'll go to a river," You try to crack a joke.

All eyes snap to you, and none of them look like they think it's funny.

Four's eyes seem to glint blue in the light.

Hyrule looks sea sick.

Wild looks ready to take be sick.

"If we follow the river, we'll probably find civilization," Wild says after a good moment of tense silence.

You nod. That sounds like something you've heard before. "Okay."

"It's getting dark," Hyrule frowns. "We should consider making camp."

"We should still try to go near the river," Wild says.

Four nods, beginning to walk towards the river. "Let's go then."

You follow after him, hoping to be able to meet up with some of the others at least. It's also nice not to fall behind and all.

Spooky and Epona follow you side by side.

The panther's tail lashes slowly side to side as their ears stay on a swivel.

Wild and Hyrule take up the rear.

The four of you and your animal companions make your way towards the river.

Probably half an hour or so passes before you can see the river and choose to make camp next to the bank.

In that time, you end up slipping Epona a carrot and Spooky some jerky.

With twenty feet between the river bank and your quickly made fire circle or rocks, you feel pretty okay with the placement.

Epona and Spooky both go to drink from the river while you help get the fire going to make dinner.

"So, I can take first shift for watch?" Hyrule offers as he settles his weight onto his good leg.

"No," you say immediately.

"What?" Hyrule says.

"No, you need to sleep and recharge," you tell him firmly.

You don't understand how he can be so stubborn when you know full well of someone else does the same thing he would mother hen them until the sun goes down.

He's such a hypocrite.

"I can't leave Wild and Four to take longer shifts!" Hyrule protests as he throws a hand up.

You take a deep breath before you state what seems obvious. At least it seems obvious to you. "I'll take a shift on watch."

"No," Four says immediately from behind you, causing you to jump a little.

"And why not?" You ask as you turn to look at him.

His eyes almost glint blue and purple both as if they are glowing? Weird.

Four just stares at you, "Are you serious right now?"

"Why can't I take watch? I can handle it."

"You aren't an experienced fighter," Hyrule says softly. It isn't cold, but it feels like ice in your veins anyway.

"Isn't the point of watch having someone who can wake everyone up in an emergency?" You ask as you remind yourself this is not them insulting you.

This is your boys being their heroic and stubborn selves.

This isn't about your abilities.

This isn't about your weaknesses.

This is about your boys trying to protect you like they try to protect everyone.

"It is, but still, you aren't experienced. Wild and I will just take longer watches," Four says firmly, crossing his arms as he watches you with an intensity that should unnerve you.

It dosen’t.

Not from Four.

Not when you know it isn't anger but worry driving the intensity.

You scoff anyway because even though he dosen’t make you nervoushe does hit a button. You raise a brow, irritation rising. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yes!" Four snaps.

"Oh my god," you sigh, trying to shove down the irrational urge to snap right back at him. That won't help, and he is trying to help he's just doing a bad job. "Four, I am not so stupid that I can't wake you up if something happens."

"I never - I never said you were stupid."

"You're treating me like I am."

"I-"

"If any of the others offered you'd let them in a heartbeat. I'm not an experienced adventurer, and I'm no hero, but I can scream or wake you up," you grit out.

"We just worry about you," Hyrule says as he steps closer. "All we want is to help."

"Then stop running yourselves ragged while doing things that I can actually do!" You say sharply as you shoot him a look.

Hyrule flinches at the tone you use. "(Y/n) it's not like that."

You grit your teeth and take another deep breath. Losing your temper may be easy sometimes, but it dosen’t accomplish anything good.

Not really.

"I know I'm not the best fighter," you say as you turn back to look at Four. "I know I'm not the strongest or the fastest. I'm not the best forager or hunter, so I get why you guys don't have me do things like that, but I am capable of waking people up and keeping an eye on camp for a few hours."

Your words make both Hyrule and Four shrink in on themselves.

Guilt laces into both of their postures.

(There's a small part of you that feels vindicate, but that is the part of you that comes from trauma.)

You just sigh, slow and heavy.

All that you really want is for them to treat you normally.

"(Y/n) is right," Wild pipes up, setting up the cooking pot.

You nearly forgot he is here.

"What?" Four balks as he looks to the champion.

"We've been babying them in ways that are unfair," Wild clarifies.

You turn to look at him and offer a weak smile in thanks.

"It's not like that!" Hyrule's protests.

"You don't mean it like that, but that's how it comes off, Hyrule," you say as you turn to look at the traveler.

Hyrule swallows hard, staring at you with wide eyes that make your heart break a little. "I didn't realize."

"I know."

"I trust you to take watch if you think you're ready," Wild says as he dumps food into the pot.

"Thank you."

"I trust you too," Hyrule says immediately, voice tight and shaking. "I didn't mean to make you think otherwise."

"I know, it's just frustrating sometimes," you admit.

Four sighs heavily, sounding more guilty than anything when he speaks. "I trust you too, I just don't want you to get hurt and not be able to get help."

You nod, taking another slow breath. You know he's trying to help.

You know that he has all this grief getting thrown up like silt in water thanks to you.

None of that negates the frustration of being babied and outcast. Even with their best intentions, it still sucks.

"I get that, but I'll never learn if you never let me try," you tell them with what you hope is a patient tone.

"I know," Four says softer. "I do I just... I don't know."

"Okay."

"We'll try to do better," Hyrule says in that same tight voice.

"I really appreciate that, thank you," you say to him.

("Don't say Please and Thank you to the fae. It implies obligation and power dynamics. Use other phrases," A man with brown curls chides you gently. "I won't ever hold those against you, but others might.")

Hyrule just nods. He looks like he's shaking.

"We'll talk to the others about it too," Wild adds.

"Thank you, Wild."

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Wind wakes up with a general distaste for the sun as he burrows into the pillow beneath him.

He can hear talking near him, sounding as if it keeps getting louder.

Something is wrong...

"Of course I'm worried," Legend hisses to the right. "They're accident prone!"

"Can't you focus on helping Wind? His leg is messed up!" Warriors hisses right back.

Wind dosen’t know what this is about but he wishes he could ignore it easier.

"That's rich coming from you! You were worried about them too!"

"They're inexperienced!"

"I know!" Legend snaps right back.

Wind sighs heavily as he burrows deeper into his sleeping nest. He dosen’t have energy for this.

"You don't know! They're - I can't let them get hurt!" Warriors all but snarls.

Wind wants a re-do where he can get get a new group, please.

"I do know! I can't just - you don't get it," Legend groans.

"No, you don't get it!" Warriors scoffs.

There's a shuffle of fabric, and Wind considers the merit of sneaking away right now to find the others and escape whatever this is.

"If you knew who (Y/n) is...," Legend starts darkly before he makes a sound he covers with a cough and falls silent.

There's a good minute of tense silence.

Wind just resigns himself to whatever fate this is.

Maybe if he pretends to sleep it will make him fall asleep again.

"You know," Warriors breathes out in a tone that is something between aching awe and deep despair.

"You know," Legend says in a breathless deluge of grief. "I didn't - I didn't want to tell anyone."

"It seems so cruel," Wars laughs bitterly.

"It's like I'm losing my mind. I'm not sure they even know and then they bring back a fucking panther!"

"It's (Y/n), of course they bring back a panther," Warriors breathes fondly.

"It's (Y/n)," Legend agrees.

Wind is starting to wonder if his brothers are sick or something. Nothing they say makes any sense, and they sound borderline delirious.

The sailor is about ready to demand answers.

"What are we going to do? We can't tell the others," Warriors groans. "It'll break them."

Wind groans into his pillow. He hopes that the others aren't being like this wherever they are.

"We just stay quiet. No one has to know (Y/n) is (Y/n)."

"They're our literal soulmate. It's driving them to grief, Legend. Do we keep them seperate?"

"We just - act normal?" Legend frowns.

Wind groans as he sits up. "What the hell are you on about? Soulmates? Secrets? You're both too loud!"

Warriors and Legend go very still, both of their gazes sliding to the grumpy pirate.

Wind just glares at them, turning his head to make sure they both get a full dose of his sleepy ire.

"How... much did you hear?" Warriors asks.

"Too much. What are you even talking about?" Wind groans as he runs his hands down his face. "Is this why you're all being weird and assholes?"

"I - Language!" Warriors snaps on auto pilot.

"Can you just explain things?" Wind asks as he gives the captain a dirty look.

"Kid it's not- it's not that easy," Legend sighs.

Wind just groans, "You haven't even tried to explain. I'm not stupid, you know."

"What... do you know about the Hero's Soulmate?" Warriors asks softer.

Wind frowns, "Isn't that a fairytale?"

"No," Legend says bitterly, "It isn't. It just never ends well."

"Okay? So what does that have to do with (Y/n)?" Wind asks.

He has no idea what they are on about.

The Hero's Soulmate is real, which is great and all he guesses, but so what? Soulmates can't possibly be perfect like the fairytale say.

Soulmates are just people.

People are messy.

"Wind, (Y/n) is our soulmate, but they're on a different reincarnated cycle," Warriors explains gently.

"Okay. That explains why they're cool, but why are you all so weird?" Wind raises a brow.

"I - (Y/n) always dies young in a horrible way. There's a curse on our soulmate cycle," Legend sighs as he looks away.

Wind just sighs heavily. "So you're being weird because your soulmate is here and you lost them?"

"The others don't know," Warriors says immediately.

Wind is now aware his brothers are all incredibly stupid.

If you have the chance to be with someone you already lost or that you'll lose again soon, why waste it being stiff?

"You're both stupid. (Y/n) may not remember, but if they're really your soulmate then just be their friend. They could use friends and not whatever you've been to them," Wind rolls his eyes.

He doesn't understand. The others - like many 'adults' - make everything so much harder than it has to be.

If (Y/n) is always their soulmate why make everyone so tense?

Oh-

Wait a minute now...

Well that explains why Wind gets along so well with both you and his own (Y/n).

He isn't so sure about the 'romance' thing right now, but why would romance ever matter if you can't be friends to begin with? (Romance sounds gross, honestly, but that might just be him.)

All Wind knows is that if you are the Hero's Soulmate, then you fit into the life of the hero as someone trustworthy and important.

The others just have their heads in the sand.

"It's not that easy," Legend sighs as he sinks to sit on a log by the dead coals.

"He's right," Warriors bemoans, "It's never that easy."

Wind scoffs, "You're both so stupid. Just treat them like a person!"

"You make it sound so easy," Legend groans as he looks up.

"That it, no more talking from either of you," Wind says as he starts putting away his bedding.

"Wind-"

"Your grounded from talking."

"Just... don't tell the others?" Legend tries.

Wind groans loudly in protest of this topic still happening.

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Twilight sighs as he eats some of his jerky rations in place of actual lunch, but with Wild holding most of the food stores there's only so much to do about food. He leans back against the tree as he lets some of his weight ease off his sore feet.

"Y'know somethin'?" Twilight asks with a snort, "I always forge' how lost we git withou' Wild."

Time chuckles, shaking his head. "I just hope that Hyrule isn't cooking for anyone."

"Oh Hylia, don't remind me," Sky groans playfully.

"Hey, we tol' (Y/n) 'bout Hyrule's cookin', yeah?" Twilight asks, dread blooming in his stomach.

Every ounce of grief that you stir up just by being can take a long walk of a very short pier in the face of you facing the unique cooking of their traveler. Common decency and his raising both demand his concern.

Time stays silent, either thinking or silently praying you aren't going to learn the hat way... Twilight can't say.

"I don't think we did..." Sky says slowly, "But maybe they can cook?"

"Oh nex' time we see 'em, we gotta warn 'em" Twilight says as the blood drains from his face.

"Agreed," Sky says.

Time nods firmly.

"How'd'ya think it split, anyway?" Twilight asks.

"Oh I'm sure Wind, Spooky, and (Y/n) are together," Time shakes his head. "Hyrule and Legend are probably with Four."

"What about Wild and Warriors?" Sky asks as he tilts his head.

"Wild is probably by himself," Time muses lightly, taking a bite of an apple before he continues. "And Warriors is probably with Wind and (Y/n)."

"I jus' hope Epona is with one'a them 'n not lost," Twilight sighs heavily.

If he's going to be honest in front of Ordona and everyone else... Twilight hopes Epona is with you.

You may not be his Darlin', but your as close as anyone can get and Epona adores you for it.

You always slip his horse snacks and tell her how good she is.

Twilight may have a hard time being around you, but seeing Epona happy is always so nice.

"I'm sure she's okay, she's a smart girl," Time says soothingly.

"Stubborn too," Sky grins.

Twilight huffs fondly, "Ya don't say."

"Oh, but I do," Sky chuckles.

"Yer a menace," Twilight shakes his head fondly.

"Finish your food, we should hit the road again soon," Time says, though he sounds rather indulgent for the time being.

Twilight does as he's told and eats a bit more jerky.

Now that he's let you into his mind, he can't get you out of it...

Oh, who is he kidding? You're always on his mind these days.

He's a right coward for how he acts around you. He knows that!

You deserve better. You haven't dome a single thing to him or the others and he's keeping you at such a distance it isn't even arm's length! It might as well be at eternity length.

Twilight knows he's making a fool of himself and the way he was raised. He's treating you like a no good snake...

Some hero he is.

Twilight dosen’t know how Sky and now Legend and Warriors do it. He does understand how they interact with you without breaking down on the spot.

Even as the Twilight follows Time and Sky onto the trail again his mind lingers on you.

He hopes you're okay, and that you're not alone.

He hopes you're with Wind.

He hopes nothing else tries to claim your life.

Twilight can't help but wonder if you slept last night.

He wonders if you're eating okay.

"I think I see some buildings in the distance," Sky muses as he points towards the tree line.

"It's worth checking out," Time says.

Twilight swap his thoughts. He has other things to do.

"Here's hopin' th' others see it too," Twilight offers with his best little grin.

Time sets a hand on his shoulder, firm and warm. The touch is grounding in a way Twilight didn't know he needs until now.

"We'll find them soon," Time says.

Sky nods, nudging Twilight's side lightly. "You know even if we don't find them they'll find us, right? They're all persistent like that."

Twilight laughs, soft but real. "I know."

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Devotion

Agriche!Reader x Warriors (LU) Yandere + suggestive themes? Warnings: Reader is a *White Lotus, Reader's family also sucks, blood, mentions but not actual sex. ALSO READER IS A PIECE OF SHIT (but it doesnt show in this one). Reader turn's War's yandere, dont ask how Reader is female Words: 2893 *White lotus or green tea b*tch? A character who acts innocent, sweet, and naive to attract men or garner sympathy, but is actually calculating, manipulative, and cruel. There are some differences, but that's the general gist of it.

The ballroom sparkles beneath towering chandeliers, the air thick with perfume, polished manners, and the buzz of politics disguised as polite conversation. Nobles and dignitaries from across the lands have gathered here in Hyrule Castle to celebrate a newly-forged alliance between Hyrule and the five ruling families of the Kingdom of Ilyndor.

And you, as the youngest daughter of House Agriche—one of those five families—stand at the edge of it all.

You watch your siblings with careful eyes. Jeremy is already charming a cluster of nobles, laughter bubbling from him as if he doesn’t notice the tension in the room. Deon stands apart, his arms folded, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade….calculating, dissecting. Roxana glides through the throng like a queen, basking in attention. And Fontaine… Fontaine is making people nervous. He moves with a deliberate slowness, a creeping presence that makes those near him shrink away, their smiles faltering under his presence.

And then there's you.

You stay just out of the center, hands folded demurely, your expression soft, unassuming. You wear the face they all expect of you, the delicate daughter, sweet and harmless, her father’s treasured girl.

Lante Agriche’s eyes find you again and again from across the ballroom. You feel the weight of his pride, the leash of his expectations. The invisible chain of his trust coils tight around your ribs, disguised in silks and smiles.

But inside?

You want out.

You’ve never wanted to be part of this family…. It was your curse the moment your mother falled into Lante’s twisted hands. But being born into it, shaped by it. You learned how to play the part they gave you.

To survive, you became what they needed: delicate, charming, quiet. Harmless. Or so they believe.

They taught you how to flutter your lashes just so, how to speak in a voice that dripped innocence and hesitation. But behind that softness? You were forged into something else entirely.

You were trained in the most efficient ways to kill a man in bed, with a kiss, with a blade hidden beneath silk sheets. You learned how to please, how to disarm with a glance, how to smile sweetly while memorizing the shape of someone’s weakness.

They taught you how to be adored.

How to make them believe you would give them everything in bed.

How to make them believe you were theirs.

And when they believed that… that’s when you were most dangerous.

But even with all that they gave you….you never stopped thinking about freedom. Never stopped imagining a life where you belonged to no one but yourself.

And tonight… you see your chance.

Across the ballroom, standing tall in his ceremonial attire, is Link, the Hero of Hyrule. Revered by his people, a symbol of honor, strength, and safety. His presence is magnetic, commanding quiet awe from those around him.

To the rest of the world, he’s untouchable.

To you?

He’s your exit.

Not long after, you slip away from the glittering dance floor and onto one of the castle’s moonlit balconies. The cool night air brushes your bare shoulders, and the low murmur of the ball fades behind you.

And right on cue, they follow.

Men are drawn to you by your smile, by the sway of your hips, by the illusion you wear like silk. Their gazes are hungry, their confidence bordering on arrogant. You are easily prey for them. You welcome it. One of them steps forward, a sly grin curling across his face. “Well, aren’t you a pretty thing? All alone in a place like this.”

You brush your fingers lightly down his arm—just enough to make his breath catch, not enough to satisfy. “Isn’t it lonely,” you murmur, “being so close… but so far from company?”

They lean in.

Hooked.

Drawn like moths to flame, just as they were meant to be. You let them think they’re the ones in control, let them crowd too close, their laughter too familiar, their eyes dragging over you like they own you.

Just what you wanted.

But for this to work, you needed to be sure Link had seen you leave—had seen you stepping away from the crowd, slipping onto the balcony.

That way, when the men followed, he would notice.

And if he thought you were in danger…

Well, then the Hero would come to save you.

Exactly as you planned. Their laughter grows louder. One of them reaches for your waist, bold now, emboldened by your earlier touch. You pull back just slightly—enough to make it seem like hesitation, enough to shift the energy.

That’s when the air changes.

You feel him before you see him. His gaze lands on you even with the men towering over you, making your skin prickle like a sudden drop in temperature. Heavy. Sharp.

You don’t need to look to know who it is.

The Hero of Hyrule.

The men don’t notice at first—still too caught in the illusion you spun around them.

But you do.

You always do.

“Is there a problem here?” The men startle. One glances over his shoulder—but only briefly. He looks back at you, unconcerned. He probably doesn’t recognize the voice. Doesn’t recognize the man behind it.

“Heh,” the one closest to you scoffs, emboldened by ignorance. “Nah, no problem here. Just having a little chat with the lady. She was really friendly a minute ago, weren’t you, sweetheart?”

You flinch, like you have done a million times already, pretending to be scared. A calculated shift backward, eyes wide and glassy, voice trembling as you whisper, “I said I didn’t want any trouble…”

It lands perfectly.

The man nearest to you falters, caught off guard by your sudden change. The smug grin slips, replaced with confusion—irritation. His hand twitches at his side, unsure of what to do

Behind him, the second man stiffens. His gaze flickers toward the stranger again, longer this time. Something’s not right. The man isn’t reacting like some noble fool trying to play hero.

No panic. No posturing.

Just stillness. A quiet that hums with threat.

And then he sees it.

The scarf. The blue scarf.

The one that marks him not just as a soldier….but as the Hero, the Captain of the Royal Guard. A symbol of authority that only one man in the entire kingdom is permitted to wear.

The man closest to you still doesn’t get it—not at first.

But the other one does. His eyes widen. His mouth opens, and you watch him try to warn his friend, whisper something sharp beneath his breath.

But he’s too slow.

Because the first man is still too focused on you, fingers brushing your wrist again, tone insistent. “Come on, don’t play shy now,” he hisses. “You were into it a second ago, weren’t you? You wanted this.” You let out a sob. Soft. Pitiful. Just loud enough so the blond can clearly hear it.

“I just wanted some air…”

Your voice cracks perfectly, trembling with carefully crafted fear. You turn your face slightly, letting the light catch the shimmer of tears beginning to well in your eyes.

His fingers twitch, wanting to pull away, but you hold your breath, forcing the sob to catch in your throat just long enough.

“Alright, alright,” the first man grumbles, stepping back reluctantly. His voice lowers, edged with warning. “This ain’t worth the trouble.”

You don’t release your trembling act. Your lips quiver, your breath catches, and your eyes plead with silent desperation.

The second man shoves his friend, urgency sharp in his eyes. “We’re done here. Move.”

Finally, the two of them retreat, stumbling over muttered apologies. One nearly trips in his haste to get away.

You don’t move.

You wait, after all…timing is everything.

Then, with just the right amount of restraint, you let your shoulders tremble. Only slightly. Just enough to look like you're on the verge of tears.

And just like that, he moves.

He stops just in front of you.

And just to close your act, you throw yourself into his arms, letting your tears finally fall. You make sure they’re silent against his chest, soaking into his clothes as you bury your face there, making sure to sell your scared lady act.

He stiffens—caught off guard. You hear the small intake of breath, feel the hesitation in the way his hands hover for a split second. “I—I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice low and unsure, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with you. But then his arms come around you, careful at first, then firm. Protective.

Just like you knew they would.

You tremble in his hold, clutching at his clothes like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. Your breaths come in shaky little bursts, your voice soft and ragged.

“I-I was so scared…” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. “They wouldn’t stop….no matter what I said…”

His grip tightens around you, anger radiating off him, but not at you, clearly… How could he be mad at you? He doesn’t know you.

“I didn’t know what to do,” you continue, your voice breaking perfectly on the last word. “Thank you… thank you for coming. I didn’t know if anyone would—if anyone saw me leave—” You hiccup a sob, the kind that sounds like it hurts to hold in. And when you tilt your face up to him, eyes glassy and lashes wet, it’s like you’re the picture of vulnerable gratitude.

“I thought I was alone,” you breathe, hand still fisted in the fabric over his chest. “But then you… you came.”

The walk back to the ballroom is steeped in silence.

You cling to his arm like you’re afraid to let go, fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeve, your body pressed just close enough to seem shaken, not improper. You don’t speak, and neither does he. Link’s gaze stays fixed ahead, his jaw tight with restraint. But he doesn’t pull away.

You cling to the act just a bit longer. A soft tremble in your fingers. A hiccuped breath when your shoes click too sharply on the marble. You never overdo it. You don’t have to.

By the time you both reach the ballroom doors, the sound of music and laughter spills back into the corridor like nothing’s changed.

But when the doors part and you step inside, eyes turn. The nobles notice him first, of course—who wouldn’t? The Hero of Hyrule, stepping into the ball with a crying girl clinging at his arm.

And that’s when Roxana sees you.

She breaks from her conversation with unsettling ease, gliding across the ballroom toward’s where you stand. Her gown trails behind her like spilled blood. Her smile is flawless, not showing her feelings, but you know better.

They take in everything.

The slight disarray of your hair. The shimmer of tears still clinging to your lashes. The way your hand remains curled into the hero’s sleeve.

Link slows when she draws near, posture guarded but calm. His free hand rests lightly near the hilt of his blade, unmoving, waiting for danger.

Roxana stops in front of you, her voice smooth, pretending to be worried,

“There you are.”

At the sound of her voice, you let go of Link’s sleeve, the gesture lingering just a beat too long, like it’s hard to part with your safety. Then, with a breathless gasp, you throw yourself into your sister’s arms, burying your face into her shoulder as a soft, broken sob escapes you.

Roxana’s arms come around you in a slow, practiced motion. She holds you delicately, her touch protective to onlookers, but you can feel the tension in her fingers, the way her posture sharpens the moment your head rests against her.

She knows.

Of course she knows.

But she doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t call your bluff. Not here. Not yet. She know’s better than to question your actions after all.

Instead, she strokes your back with practiced calm and murmurs just loud enough for those nearby to hear, “What happened?”

You sniff, delicate and trembling, and pull back just enough to look up at her—eyes still glassy, lips parted like you’re struggling to speak.

“I just wanted some air,” you whisper, voice cracking like splintered glass. “And then those men……”

You don’t finish the sentence. You don’t need to. The implication hangs there, heavy and damning, sharpened by the way your fingers tighten ever so slightly in the folds of Roxana’s dress.

Roxana’s gaze flicks briefly toward Link, who still stands a respectful distance away, expression unreadable.

“And you intervened?”

He nods once. “I did.”

Simple. Honest. She know’s he doesn’t know you are faking it

Roxana hums softly. Almost approving. She turns slightly, shielding you more fully with her body, the perfect older sister now guarding her shaken sister

“Well then,” she says, tone crisp but polite, “you have our gratitude, Hero.”

Link gives a slight bow of acknowledgment, but his eyes linger on you for a second longer. Searching, maybe. Just what you want

You meet his gaze and offer one last, quiet, “Thank you.”

It works. He dips his head again and finally turns, melting back into the blur of nobles and chandeliers.

Only once he’s out of sight does Roxana exhale sharply through her nose, her posture going rigid.

Her grip on your shoulders tightens just a little.

And in a voice now stripped of all warmth, she leans in and mutters, low enough so only you hear it

“You have five seconds to explain what the hell you’re playing at.” You know she is going to give you hell for this, but at least you are sure that your escape from this family is going to work.

It’s late.

Your room is still. And the only thing that matters is the steady rhythm of breath against your shoulder.

It’s late.

You lie in the quiet, the sheets tangled loosely around your legs, Link’s arm draped over your waist like it’s always belonged there. His face is buried in the curve of your shoulder, nose brushing the skin just beneath your ear, soft exhales warming your neck.

He’s heavy against you. His fingers twitch every now and then, tightening around you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he loosens his hold even for a second.

You smile.

Not the kind you wear in the court. Not the soft, sweet smile you tend to give him every time you look at him.

This one is the one you inherited from your family. A slow, quiet curve of the lips. A smile with teeth hidden behind silk. The kind that doesn’t reach your eyes. The kind that means I’ve won.

He’s asleep beside you, warm, bare skin pressed to yours, his breath soft and even where it fans across your collarbone. One arm is flung over your waist, holding you close even in sleep, as though he knows, on some deeper instinct, that if he lets go… he’ll lose you.

You stroke your fingers through his hair, slow and soothing, watching the way his brow twitches in response. He melts into your touch, leaning into it like a dog that’s been starving for affection. He chased you.

He found you.

He loved you.

And you let him.

You let him see you cry. Let him wrap your wounds. Let him think he could save you. You let him think you needed saving at all.

He nuzzles deeper into your neck, murmuring your name in his sleep like it’s the only word that matters. And you press a kiss to his hair, tender and practiced.

You close your eyes, but sleep doesn’t come. Not yet.

Your mind drifts back to days ago, when you caught a glimpse of something you weren’t meant to see.

Link, standing in the shadowed corridor just beyond the rose garden. A member of house Castro – Not from the main branch, that you knew- hung from Link’s grasp by the throat, his feet barely scraping the marble floor. His mouth opened in wet, gasping sounds, eyes wide with terror.

You hadn’t realized he had been stalking you. Watching you.

But Link had.

And he hadn’t hesitated.

He drove the sword in with practiced ease, his face unreadable. No words. No threats. Just a quiet, terrifying calm as he let the boy fall in a heap, gasping and bleeding on the floor. Link wiped the blade clean, turning slightly to leave, but never once did he see you in the alcove. Never once did he look toward the shadows, where you stood silent, watching.

You still haven’t told him.

Not because you’re afraid.

Because you liked it.

You liked knowing he would do that. That he already had. That even before you asked, he had already decided anyone who touched you without permission wouldn’t leave with their life.

And now he lies next to you, soft and gentle and golden in the dark.

He doesn’t know what you saw.

He doesn’t know the way your heart bloomed in your chest that day like a flower opening toward ruin.

You know that you don’t love him, but he loves you, and would do anything for you, and that’s enough.

You turn your face into his hair and finally, finally let yourself sleep.

Still smiling.

Dont kill me pls sorry for dissapearing, final's and the start of holidays before summer school had me procrastinating, have this as a peace offering, I swear il start publishing things once or twice a week if you all dont kill me, ok that's all bye :D

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