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Nobody

Notes: Dark Link x Reader with some past Link x Reader implied. Honestly I have no clue what this is but it’s definitely based on Nobody by Crane Wives

Something wakes you up in the middle of the night. Some feeling of wrongness, knowledge deep seated in the back of your mind that tells you you’re being watched. That something is hunting you. Your mind screams for you to run but a hand wraps around your middle before you can even move, drawing you closer to the predator person sharing your bed with you.

“Nightmare?” A soft voice whispers against the sensitive flesh at the back of your neck. You fight down a shiver, but you know it can feel the goosebumps freckling every inch of your skin. It’s too late to pretend to be asleep. Too late to play dead.

“…Yes. It was, um, about the shed.” You whisper into the dark of your room. Somehow, the inky abyss beyond your bed is more comforting than whatever has placed itself at your back.

“I see… Did I not show you there was nothing in there earlier today?” There’s a growl in its voice, a warning, a threat. You sag like dead prey caught in a wolf’s jaw, hoping it will appease the presence in your bed.

“You did.”

“And the day before? And every day for the last week.” Its voice feels like needle sharp pins stabbing at every pressure point on your body, and you can’t decide if you should slump further or lock every muscle to keep from drawing its ire.

“…You did. I’m sorry.” And, although it makes you sick, although everything in your body tells you to kick and lash out and run run run until the threat is gone, until it can never touch you again, you delicately place your hand over the one around your middle. You pray it can’t feel your pulse running a mile a minute.

“Ah, you know I can’t stay mad at you my love. Try to get some more rest, the sun isn’t even up yet.” It whispers, tone sweet at spun sugar, and you slump like deadweight, a glaze overtaking your vision until the odd shadows in the windows are nothing but shapeless blobs. You think, for one desperate and crazed second, that if you faced the monster like this, you might even be able to mistake it for him.

~~

Bacon sizzles and pops on the stove, the oil hissing up at you threateningly. You stare it down, feeling a speckle of burning hot liquid land on your cheek, but it’s somehow less painful than the nails digging into your shoulders.

“Such a wonderful partner, making breakfast for us to share…” It sings in his cadence, and you swear every day its voice gets closer and closer to his. You ignore the wretched and ugly part of you that tells you you’re actually just forgetting his voice.

“S-Speaking of, it may be time for another grocery run.” You mumble, glancing at the last bits of meat you have stored. The creature lets you keep chickens and a cow for milk and eggs, and you keep a garden that produces the fruits and vegetables you eat, but all of the meat in the house is hunted, skinned, cured and given to you by the creature.

It huffs, releasing your shoulders to check your supplies over itself. Everything in order. Nothing wasted. You know better, by now.

“I’ll go on a hunting trip today, then. You know the rules for when I’m out.” It growls, sitting in his seat, and you try not to flinch as it creaks under familiar weight. Almost the same, but you just know that something is off. It has to be.

“I remember,” Your sentence finishes prematurely. It always feels like you’re missing something. A name. A sweet word. Some sort of acknowledgment of what it is. What it means to you.

For whatever reason, acknowledgment is the only thing it has never forced out of you. This whole relationship, all the rules, secrets and lies- It acts like a child playing house with a doll, but despite all the power it holds over you, despite policing every action you take throughout every day, it has never forced you to call it by any name.

Perhaps it’s waiting for you to acknowledge it all on your own. One day, you know you’ll have to.

That doesn’t make you any less scared of what will come out of your lips when that day finally comes.

~~

“You waited up for me.” It sounds surprised, pleased in a way that makes you tremble and choke up. You wish it wouldn’t sound like him. You wish you didn’t need it to sound like him.

“I-“ You stop short, not sure if an excuse or dismissal was on your tongue. Both would be lies, and you both would know it.

The truth of the matter is that you did wait for him. You waited all night, and well past when the first rays of light started glimmering on dew covered leaves. You can’t even say that you tried not to. The thought of going to bed, alone, with your back to the door and glazed eyes focused on the shadows in your window was too much.

You would feel too alone.

“I did.” You finish, and revel in your guilt long enough for it to cross the room and catch you in its too-soft hands. Weren’t they supposed to belong to a predator? Weren’t you supposed to be ripped apart at the seams?

“I’m sorry I made you wait. Let me get cleaned up and we can go to bed, my love.” He whispers softly, lips pressed to the crown of your head. You try not to think about how intimate the action is. You try to remind yourself that you’re using him. He’s just a replacement. A shadow of the man you truly wish to wait up for and cuddle close to in the mornings.

The shadow skips off more giddily than you’ve ever seen him, and the haze that comes with the tears welling in your eyes really does make him look like Link, if only for a second.

~~

“What’s your name?” It’s a late morning, and you’re both still bundled up in bed, your head tucked against a chest that lacks a pulse but pressed into a body that’s so warm and real it’s hard to argue the opposite.

“You know my name, love.”

You do. You wish you didn’t. You wish he was him.

“…You’ll let me call you whatever I want, though, right?” You already know the answer. He knows that you know the answer. He tells it to you anyway.

“Yes, my love. Anything you want.”

You don’t say anything for a long time. He’s not Link, no matter how much he tries to imitate him. And you can’t see him as Link, even if you let your eyes haze over and decide to ignore reality for the rest of your life.

But he’s close.

His shadow, practically.

The dark side that Link refused to show you, a predator waiting to pounce.

“…Dink.” You call out, and he shivers, otherworldly and wrong but too beautiful for you to look away for even a second.

“Yes, my love?”

“Will you tell me… what happened to him?”

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Similar to the Luau in Stardew Valley, you can bring an item to the Spring Picnic. Certain characters will like different items more than others, but you won’t lose points even if you bring something someone doesn’t like. This is just a chance to score extra points with your favorite people :)

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Farming For Heroes

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(Note: It always feels like a gamble trying to guess what characters will like and what they’ll hate. Fortunately, rumors are commonplace in Hateno, thanks to Amira and Nikki. They won’t always have relevant information, so you may have to direct their conversation towards something more interesting.)

Chapter 4 : Gifts

You enter East Wind with a bit of pep in your step, excited to grab the seeds you ordered on the first day, only to grunt as a heavy body shoulders past you, and you rub your sore arm, glaring behind you as a familiar figure saunters further into the village.

“Was that Manny? Just as rude as the last time I saw him.” You huff, closing the door to the general store behind you. Ivee lets out a drawn out sigh, pinching the space between her brows as you walk up to her counter.

“Unfortunately yes. He’s been coming here non stop since Prima turned him down. He’s treating me as a ‘rebound’ even though he never had Prima’s affections in the first place.” Ivee rolls her eyes before reaching under her counter for your order. You greedily take the seeds, stuffing them in your bag while letting out a sympathetic hum.

“If you need help taking care of him, just call me over. I don’t want him causing you any trouble.” You offer, and Ivee smiles gratefully.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I can handle myself just fine.” Ivee assures. The two of you talk for a little while longer, discussing other things that have been going on in the village. Ivee mentions the upcoming Spring Picnic, and you suddenly remember that it’s Sophie’s birthday. You and Ivee fret over the nearly forgotten celebration before hurriedly waving eachother off, moving to get a decent present for the nervous seamstress.

You’re lucky you got that rabbit fur from Twilight a couple days ago as you rush home, pulling an old spinning wheel out of storage and moving to process it into a thread. You would’ve preferred to give your old friend some actual cloth, but she’ll appreciate the thread just fine. Since you’re already at your farm, you take some time to plant your new crop, watering everything before noticing the turnips and tulips Time gave you are fully grown and ready to be harvested. That’s faster than usual, and you wonder if they’ve been bred to produce faster. Either way, you happily gather the spring crops, tucking them into your bag to be used as gifts later.

Before long, you find yourself stepping up to Ventest Fashion Parlor, and you wipe your sweaty hands on your pants, praying to the golden three that Cece isn’t lurking within, waiting to pounce on you.

Blessedly, it’s just Sophie and her dad Seldon inside, and they both greet you as you stumble in.

“Happy Birthday, Sophie!” You cheer, placing the wrapped rabbit thread in Sophie’s hands.

“T-thank you for remembering… I really like this.” Sophie smiles shakily, pulling the thread from the bag. You’re happy to see she’s still interested in her craft despite the trauma that probably came with Cece invading her shop.

“Stay strong, Sophie.” You pat her on the shoulder in solidarity, and she practically collapses under the weight of your hand. Cece’s shrill voice calls out from somewhere in the back, and you feel your blood drain in an instant before hurriedly exiting the shop, barely stopping to wave good-bye to your friend as you go.

~~

You want to grab a couple more things to start making gifts for everyone who’s helped you out lately, and end up making your way towards the entrance to the town where Warriors and Wild are standing around talking. They’re both in travel gear with weapons strapped to their backs, and you ask if they’re going on a patrol soon.

“Yeah. We’re heading towards Fort Hateno to check on the defences and clear out any monsters getting too close to the main roads. You’re welcome to join us.” Wild smiles, and you gratefully accept. The boys wait for you to adjust your inventory before heading out, and you soon find yourself on the road to Fort Hateno.

Along the way, Wild helps you find forageables like mushrooms, herbs, nuts, fruits and vegetables. They don’t always have the best quality, but they could still make some decent meals, and the extras could be sold or processed for seeds.

Warriors is more focused on the monsters, slicing down any in his way and taking the opportunity to teach you a few more tricks when it comes to dealing with them. By the time you get back to Hateno, your bag is filled to the brim, and Wild offers to let you use his kitchen despite the tavern being closed.

You agree to his offer, but ask if you can go later. There’s a few things you still need to do, and this whole excursion would’ve been for nothing if you don’t have the right information on what to give everyone.

With a time set for you to go visit Wild, you know you have exactly two hours to gather the information you need, and you know exactly who to talk to.

Amira and Nikki were the town gossips, even back when you were just a kid running around swinging a stick through the air. Of course, there’s no guarantee they’ll be talking about what you need to hear at the current moment, so you’ll need to put on a bit of a show to get the conversation rolling.

Amira’s pointed ears perk at the dreamy sigh you puff out as you pass in front of the well the ladies are currently gathered around, sharp eyes quickly tracking the contemplative look on your face and nervous fidgeting of your hands. The stage is set, now all the older woman has to do is play her part.

“What has you all worked up, farmer? You look like a nervous puppy!” Amira calls out, beckoning you forward.

“Oh, Mrs.Amira, I didn't see you there. I was just thinking about one of our new neighbors… He’s, uh, really cute, so…” You laugh, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. The woman gets a gleeful glint in her eye at the new information, and her smile wobbles at the corners, obviously trying to keep from becoming a devious grin.

“I see, I see~ Young people have so much time to fall in love these days, don’t they, Nikki?” Amira snickers, waving a dismissive hand your way. You rub the back of your neck sheepishly before walking off towards the river, only to duck behind the next closest house to hear where the conversation turns from there.

“The little farmer has a crush, eh? Who do you think it could be?” Amira whispers furiously once you’re out of sight.

“It must be the healer! I heard they went to visit him even though they weren’t injured- and get this, they even agreed to share a meal with him!” Nikki murmurs to her friend, covering her mouth as if that might mute the scandal slipping past her lips. Amira eats the information right up, eyebrows shooting up her forehead in consideration.

“Do you think their bag was filled with treats, then? I hear that boy has quite the sweet tooth!”

“Perhaps. Although, I noticed some fruits and vegetables peeking out. Perhaps they were looking to seduce the chef? A man like him would certainly appreciate some fresh produce to cook with.”

“Ahh, but you have to think about how they got those ingredients. They haven’t been here long enough to grow all of that, so they must’ve gone out with the monster hunters. If the kid had any sense at all, they’d know how gorgeous the monster hunter leader is.” Amira puffs some air, getting worked up with the conversation. Obviously she thinks she’s found out who you have a crush on, but Nikki isn’t as convinced.

“If they wanted to seduce that man, their time would’ve been much better spent in the mines, digging up metals to make him some weapons or armor. Hylia knows the man can’t get enough of that stuff.” Amira seems properly cowed by her friend’s swift rebuttal, but is soon reinvigorated by a new line of questioning.

“If not that womanizer, then perhaps the rancher he always patrols with? I hear he can be quite the foodie- pumpkins and ordonian products in particular are always a hit with him. I still haven’t gotten to try Wild’s pumpkin stew seeing as the rancher buys him out as soon as the item appears on the menu.” The woman huffs, obviously upset at the predicament, and you sense a shift in the ladies’ discussion as they move on to talk about seasonal items on Wild’s menu.

Looks like that’s all the information you’ll get out of them today, but it’s more than enough. You have about an hour until Wild expects you at his tavern, which gives you some time to sort out your bag and pick up some ingredients before heading over.

You don’t have anything Warriors would be interested in, so you file away his preferences for a later time. You do have plenty of raw ingredients Wild should like, and stuff to bake a berry pie and a classic ordonian cheese soup shouldn’t be too hard to get. You stop by East Wind to pick up flour, sugar and ordonian cheese then head back to Wild’s Tavern to finally work on your gifts.

Wild is ecstatic when you offer him a small basket filled with some of your higher quality forageables, and quickly corrals you into his kitchen after thanking you for the thoughtful gift. You’re able to make the pie and soup with minimal mishaps, and clean up before taking off, leaving the tavern to go drop off the pie at the clinic and the soup with Twilight.

“Hey, Hyrule! Working on your herbs?” You hum as you walk up to the clinic. The healer is crouched amongst some bushes filled with herbs and different bugs that must’ve been attracted by the fragrant plants.

“Yep! My first crop of Heart Flowers are ready, so I’ll need to hurry up and pick them before the bugs get to ‘em. And after, I’ll need to rush to make some healing potions before they go bad.” Hyrule grins, waving a plump red heart flower your way. They’re herbs with incredible healing properties that regrow daily. The downside is that they only last one day after they’ve been harvested, so you can’t sell them by themselves as an ingredient.

“They look lovely. The Heart Flower seeds you gave me the other day should be producing soon, so ask me if you ever need extras, and I’ll rush them over.” You offer, leaning down in the dirt next to the man and gathering a couple of the ripe flowers to help him with the process. Hyrule hums a thankful note, and the two of you stand up once a majority of the flowers have been gathered.

“Oh! Before I forget, I baked you a pie.” You grin, taking the pie out of your bag and offering it to the man. He lights up, eyes practically sparkling as he looks at the berry filled confection.

“You really made this for me?! Wow, it looks delicious!” Hyrule hugs the pie to his chest before wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a quick side hug. He seems excited to head inside and start eating, so you excuse yourself, asking him to tell you how it turned out the next time you see him.

Next is Twilight, who you find in the middle of a delivery to East Wind.

“Farmer! Good to see ya.” Twilight greets, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow as he stops to speak to you.

“Working hard, I see.” You nod towards his loaded cart, but your eyes catch on the brown horse pulling the wagon. She’s gorgeous, deep brown eyes and silvery white mane framing her face. “And who is this gorgeous creature?” Your voice jumps up a couple octaves as you skirt around the rancher, marveling at the mare.

“That’d be Epona. She’s my most loyal companion.” Twilight smiles, patting his horse’s flank affectionately. You coo at her, gently running your fingers through her well brushed coat.

Twilight lets you marvel at his horse for a while longer before you realize you’re probably keeping him from his job. “Sorry, I don’t want to keep you long. I made you some ordonian cheese soup, thought you could have it for dinner seeing as it’s getting late.” You offer, holding out the wrapped up soup. Twilight’s eyes light up in excitement, and he greedily squirrels away the soup.

“That was real thoughtful of you, darlin’. I’ll eat it once I get home.” Twilight grins at you, and you notice his canines are a little sharper than usual. That’s… kinda hot. You decide to not mention it.

“No problem. I’ll let you get back to work now; see you later.” You wave the ranch hand off, feeling good about the work you got done for the day.

As you make your way back home, you take the time to consider the Spring Picnic tomorrow, and wonder what you should bring for the festivities.

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Haunting Heroes

Other parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Chapter 12: Sibling Visit

Chapter Summary: Your sister decides to visit suddenly. Sibling antics and mysterious gifts await

Note: (sorry I took so long coming back! My eyes are all better and I’m happy to get back into writing :)

You can read the chapter here on ao3

“You really think I can learn some of these?” You ask, disbelieving, as Hyrule guides you to different chapters in his book of magic.

“You can wield Legend’s fire rod without any prior training. It makes me think you have some innate magical abilities.” Hyrule smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners, and you briefly think about how cute that is before shaking your head and turning your attention back to the book in front of you.

“Yeah but that was, like, a life or death situation. And it looks like these spells don’t even use a tool like the fire rod. It’s completely different.” You mutter uncomfortably, slowly translating a new spell into your notebook. This one looks like some sort of jumping spell.

“Legends fire rod only casts the fire spell for you, and the ruby enhances the spell. The magic that would’ve gone into the spell was all yours, though.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you don’t need tools to cast magic, it’s more like a crutch than anything.” Hyrule shrugs, and you hum an understanding note. he seems to have full faith in your capabilities, and you don’t see a reason to doubt him, and so you continue to translate the old Hylian script until something warm brushes against your arm, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Sorry. I brought you some coffee, thought it might help. You should take a break to stretch, too. Y’know you don’t have to translate that book in one night, right?” Wild scolds lightly, and you laugh before thanking him for his concern.

“Speaking of stretches, the ones Warriors and Sky gave me work wonders. I feel invigorated every morning,” You grunt, crossing your arm over your chest until your muscles strain.

“And your sword training? How’s that going?” Wild asks curiously. Originally, he’d wanted to join in on the training, but when he started trying to convince you to take something called a ‘great flame blade’ out of his sheikah slate, Warriors promptly banned him from any further lessons.

“Not as well as my magic training, if I’m being honest. All of the swords they’ve had me try are too heavy to hold comfortably, so it’s mostly been a lot of strength training.” You admit, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I guess heavy weapons aren’t your strong suit.” Hyrule wonders, and Wild gives you a considering look.

“It might do you some good to get some archery training. You’re getting something long-range from your work friend soon, right? Archery could help you practice aiming in the meantime.”

You don’t get to respond to Wilds suggestion before your phone starts ringing obnoxiously loud, and you sigh before picking up the device. Your sister is on the other line, and you know from experience she won’t stop calling until you answer.

“What’s up, sis?” You press speaker, figuring that your sister wouldn’t be able to hear your ghostly guests regardless.

“Not much, just heading over to yours.” Your sister hums airily, and you can hear the sound of traffic and her own car buzzing in the background. You let out a little ‘ahh’ sound before truly processing her words and fumbling with your phone, panicking as you ask, “What?!”

“You heard me. I haven’t seen you in forever, and the video calls just aren’t cutting it anymore. I got a couple days off work and figured we could make a weekend out of it.” Your sister giggles, an evil little sound. She’s probably proud for jumping this surprise visit on you, but you’re literally sweating bullets as you look at the multiple weapons, pieces of armor and random magical tools strewn about.

Wild has the decency to quietly start picking up some of the tools, and you swiftly head to a different room so your sister won’t be able to hear the mess being cleaned up.

“Isn’t this kind of sudden? My house is a wreck, and there’s like nothing to do out here! You’ll be bored the whole time.” You fiddle with your hands as you try to come up with reasons for why your sister shouldn’t come over. Not that you don’t want to see her, but you’re still figuring out the whole shadow thing, trying to train your body for any more upcoming fights, and you’ve got nine ghosts haunting your house. Not exactly ideal ‘hang out’ conditions, in your opinion.

“Not to worry, stink. We can take this time for you to show me those cool fire powers you decided to not tell me about.”

“The what?” You hiss into your speaker, mind whirling as you process your sister's words. Surely you heard her wrong. Or maybe this is all a hallucination?

“Don’t play dumb. I saw the video of you using fire magic against those weird pig things. Nice cosplay, by the way. Like a mash-up of the heroes of the past…”

You slam your head into your hands, a scream ringing through your head that you refuse to voice in case your sister decides to question you on it. Of course there was a video. Of course someone at the ren faire caught you on camera and posted it online. That’s just your luck, isn’t it?

“Right…” You sigh, because it’s the only thing you can do.

“Don’t sound so disappointed, geez. Anyway, I have a couple gifts Grandma rushed to put together for you when she heard about your little stunt. We can go through them together when I get to yours.”

That catches your attention, and you pick your head up out of your hands to give your phone a curious look. “Gifts?”

“A couple of ancient looking books, gemstones, and a hefty bag of rupees. Can’t say I’m jealous, rupees aren’t exactly a viable payment method anymore. Though I will take one of these diamonds, if you don’t mind sharing…” You can practically see the dollar signs in your sister's eyes, even through the phone, and rolls your eyes in exasperation.

“Maybe. You know grandma doesn’t give stuff away for free; one of those books is probably filled with a list of chores I’ll have to struggle through.” You sigh, but you can’t say you’re upset. The ‘chores’ your grandma used to give you were more like fun little adventures. You wonder what sort of adventure she’ll put together for you now that you’re older, though.

“Stingy.” Your sister huffs before laughing, finally seeming ready to end the call as she says, “I should be there within the hour. Better hurry and get your house clean~! Bye-bye.”

“Hehe, bye, sis. See you soon.”

And with that, the call clicks off. You set your phone down, let out a great, heaving sigh, then race into your living room to clean up the armor and tools of Hyrule’s great heroes strewn about your entire house.

~~

One hour later, your main rooms are cleared of all hero-related paraphernalia, the gear put back in your attic save for the boys’ anchors. You set up an inflatable mattress in your living room, and briefly explain the situation to your ghostly roommates while you wait for your sister to arrive.

They all seem to understand, but ask that you keep Wild, Wind or Time’s anchors on you regardless, seeing as their anchors are smaller and less noticeable. You end up with Wind’s baton clipped to your belt and Time’s ocarina in your pocket, and not a moment too soon as your sister bursts through your door the second you slip the ocarina in your pocket.

“Ever heard of knocking?” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest even as your sister crosses the living room to envelop you in a hug.

“Ever heard of locking your doors? Though, I guess you don’t have to if you can conjure fire.” She rocks you back and forth a couple times before releasing you and demanding a grand tour of your new place.

You go through the motions of walking your sister through your house, pointing out different decorations you’re proud of and explaining away odd stuff that the person who lived here before you left.

“It was fully furnished when you got here? How odd.”

“I was thinking the same thing, but some apartments do something similar. I’m not complaining, though- less money for me to spend on furniture.” You shrug, plopping down on your living room couch. Something cold makes its presence known at your back, and you settle even more comfortably. Your sister shivers, though, rubbing her arms to generate some warmth.

“Guess the air conditioning is good. It’s, like, freezing in here.”

“Heheh, yeah… I’ll turn the temp up if you wanna find a show to watch or something,” You offer, tossing the remote her way before taking off down the hall. The chill follows you, and you’re grateful Four has the common sense to make a quick escape.

“Why are there only nature documentaries on here? Weirdo,” Your sister calls from the living room, and you wonder the same thing before remembering Hyrule was the last one with control of your tv.

“What can I say, they’re interesting. Did you know iguanas have a third eye on the top of their head to help them sense lighting changes?” You hum as you step back into your living room, and your sister huffs at the single piece of trivia you managed to remember from Hyrule’s binge of the discovery channel.

Your sister ends up putting on a video about dolphins, and you sit next to her, the two of you simply sitting there before she gets the bright idea to jab you in the side. She only gets one more good jab in before you’re pouncing on her, the two of you wrestling across the floor while Wind cheers you on and Time lets out an exasperated sigh. The fight doesn’t last as long as usual as you manage to pin your sister in record time, and she looks on in horror as you free up a hand to begin a tickle assault.

“All those years of you beating me and finally you fall to the first wrestling match we’ve had in years.” You hiss triumphantly above her, a rush of exhilaration making your heart pump in your ears.

“Congratulations, dear sibling. However, you seem to have forgotten…” Your sister rocks her entire body weight into you, sending you flying briefly before you’re slammed into the ground, grunting as you hit the carpet with more force than you were expecting. “I’m bigger than you. Always remember what your opponent has that you don’t.” Your sister laughs maniacally as she tickles under your armpits and up your sides until you’re a giggling wheezing mess.

“Stop! Stop!! I yield!!!” You screech, kicking out in a futile attempt to buck your sister off of you.

“Rule two- there is no mercy in this world. Succeed or die!” Your sister continues her assault and you swear you see a light for a second before you gather yourself up for one last push, getting your leg between the two of you and pushing enough to force her off of you.

“Woo! Now get your revenge!” Wind cheers, pumping his fists in the air. Your sides are in stitches from your sisters attack, but you manage to land on top of her and dig your fingers into her sides. Immediately she locks up, whole body tensing before you wiggle your fingers and she’s forced to start laughing. Success.

~~

“I have to admit, your sister seems to know her way around the rules of combat.” Time smiles, working eye crinkling in mirth. You sigh, splashing your face with water. The woman had decided, after her crushing defeat, that it was time to do face masks, and you were the first to use the bathroom while she worked on ordering dinner to your house.

“She’s a menace.” You grumble while smearing some face mask or another on your face. Time gives you a look that tells you that he thinks you look ridiculous and that you, in fact, are probably the menace.

“Well, you had to get it from somewhere.” Time smiles down at you, and you roll your eyes at his joke. Soon, you’re back in the living room while your sister takes the opportunity to wash her own face and apply her face mask. You take the chance to look through the gifts your grandma sent with your sister, finding one leather bound notebook and an oldWe looking hard cover book that looks like it’s seen some damage.

“Well? Open it!” Wind demands, reaching out as if to shake your shoulders or hop up on your back. You giggle at his antics, flipping the leather bound notebook open, expecting you grandma to have left you with some instructions.

The first couple pages are filled with sentimental notes and some reminiscing about the past. She talks about the adventures you used to go on together, and says how proud she is that you managed to move out on your own. You find her words a bit too ironic, given your many, many roommates.

After that, she explains the gifts she gave you, and her reason for handing them over.

Time and Wind fall quiet as they read over your shoulder, the younger startled and the older furrowing his brows in contemplation.

Finally, Wind manages to pipe up, voice small but hopeful. “…Is there really a way for you to bring us back?”

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Announcement

So! I’m sure some of you have realized I haven’t been posting a ton this month. This is because my eye decided it was just gonna stop working and feel like it’s gonna explode everytime I look at a screen for more than five minutes 😅

So~ I think I’m just gonna take the rest of this month off to give my eyes a chance to rest, and we’ll see what happens from there. If it’s not better by then, Who knows, maybe I’ll get an eye patch. Wind would think it was pretty sick!

Anyway, thank y’all for your patience and I’ll see you in July :)

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Succubus Reader pt.3

Other parts: 1 2 HC

(This was originally gonna have 2 links like the last one but Hyrule ran away with the plot lol)

(Warnings: nsfw, minors dni. Skinny dipping, reader has a vagina, aphrodisiacs. Tell me if I need to add anything else 😅)

You wake up to the taste of fruit punch. You don’t honestly know when the last time you had fruit punch was, so it’s an odd feeling. Your lips smack a few times as you test out each flavor. Blue raspberry, passion fruit, strawberry, green apple… It’s kind of sour, but not in a bad way. It’s actually really delicious, and you’re just about to follow the taste to its source when you remember exactly where you are.

Your eyes open with a start, and right there in front of you, held close to your chest like an oversized teddy bear, is Four. What’s more, at the exposed nape of his neck, sitting pretty and innocent, is your demonic signature. You kissed him without any protective runes last night- no wonder his taste is lingering in your mouth. At the very least nothing crazy happened last night- he probably just got pent up and had to relieve himself, but you still feel guilty for putting the poor man through such an ordeal.

“You’re awake. Need help out of there?” Someone asks, and you peek up to see Hyrule standing over your sleeping arrangement. He has a basket under one arm, filled with many different colored tunics and trousers. Was he on his way to do laundry? You could probably use a wash yourself.

“Yes please,” You sigh, carefully extracting Four from your arms before letting Hyrule heft you out of the bed roll. You forgot your feet were still tied up, and quickly lose your balance, falling against Hyrule’s chest before quickly backing up, an embarrassed flush overcoming your cheeks.

“S-sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s probably hard to get around tied up like that…” Hyrule hums, crouching down to untie your legs. You try not to think about how warm his hands are against your bare legs, nor how his fingers deftly undo the knot until the rope falls limply to the floor. You sigh, taking a moment to stretch your legs while Hyrule gathers up the rope.

“I’m heading to the stream nearby to do some laundry. You’re free to join, or I can leave you with Time and Wild.” Hyrule offers, and you realize you aren’t out of the woods yet. They must still think you’re some sort of villain, even though you’ve done nothing but comply with them.

“I’ll go with you, then. I need to wash up, anyway.” You relent, and Hyrule hums a happy note before tying one of your wrists, then attaching the other end to his own hand. You feel a lot more free this way, and walk along with the man until the sound of a bubbling stream makes its way to your ears.

Hyrule takes off his green tunic, letting it join the rest of the dirty clothes. He’s wearing a piece of leather armor still, the tough fabric barely held together by some thick strings that strain as Hyrule leans down to undo his boots and roll up his pants. You decidedly do not stare at his slim waist, casting your eyes to the side while the man gets ready for his chore.

“You need to wash up, right? Do you have… bathing clothes?” Hyrule asks, his nose scrunching up at his own question, like he’s not sure if he should even be asking you such things.

“Er. No.” You admit, nervously tugging at the end of your shirt. You were more or less planning to use some glamour to hide your body from the man, although now that you’re alone with him, there’s something… unnatural about him. You don’t think a glamour would work on him, even if you were fed enough to cast a more powerful one.

The two of you stare at eachother for a second; Hyrule, obviously thinking about what you might use instead of bathing clothes, and you, hoping that he’ll come up with a genius idea that just might work. In the end, he says: “Well most people don’t wear clothes when they bathe anyway.”

Ah, very wise. Very astute. Why didn’t you think of that? You could just go into the water butt-ass naked.

In a technical sense, there’s nothing wrong with the idea. You’re barely wearing any clothes as is, and it’s not like your body is a horror to look at. You’re a succubus, so you’re attractive, but that doesn’t mean you want to skinny dip with this man that you met yesterday.

Unfortunately, you don’t have many other options, and Hyrule is starting to shift uncomfortably on the bank of the stream.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, you begin to strip, shirt, shorts, then any undergarments, all of which you fold quickly and put by the edge of the stream before taking your first few steps into the chilly water. Hyrule has the decency to look away once he realizes what you’re doing, and when you glance back at him, his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears are flushed a ruddy red color that clashes with the freckles dotting his skin.

Not wanting to embarrass the man more than necessary, you begin wading into the cool stream until the water reaches your mid thigh. You should be able to sit comfortably without threats of getting pulled away by the current, and you begin the process of washing yourself off.

Hyrule, for his part, begins working on the laundry, but you can still feel him watching you every now and then, and slowly, the smell of his arousal fills the air, and you feel saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of a good meal.

Most mortals smell and taste like drinks to demons. Fruit juices or sodas or teas. But there are some mortals who have a bit more… substance to them. Usually, it’s because they’ve been touched by magic, so their souls give more than they should. On rare occasions, though, you can find a mortal who was born from magic.

Hyrule must fall into the latter group, as the smell of thick, fresh honey fills the air. It’s far more substantial than Sky’s mint and chamomile flavor, thick and heady in a way that's impossible to ignore, and your fingers dig into your arms to keep yourself from doing anything rash.

“Are you okay? You don’t look too well.” Hyrule asks, and slowly, you unclench your hands before sending him a nervous smile.

“I’m fine. Just, uh,” Hungry. Horny. There are a few words you could use. “Do you need help with those?” You eek out, deciding to change the subject.

“I could use some help, yeah.” Hyrule nods, and you decide to not think about how his eyes trace the outline of your body as you stand up and walk towards the shore. It's perfectly normal to be naked while bathing. It’s decidedly less normal to have an audience whose arousal you can smell and taste.

You dress quickly, hoping that the presence of some clothes might dampen Hyrule’s arousal, and while it works at first, you somehow forgot about what clothes do when they come in contact with water.

Hyrule’s not even pretending to not look anymore, eyes stuck solely on your chest as your sheer nightshirt does nothing to hide your form. What’s more, his scent is even stronger now that you’re closer to him, and you gnaw on your lips to keep from literally jumping on the poor man.

The two of you wash the clothes in near silence, tension quietly growing as you work. There are a couple times when Hyrule will take in a breath, like he’s about to say something, but the moment usually passes without comment, and he’ll droop before going back to scrubbing. There’s only a couple more articles of clothing in the basket, and you sag in relief, but Hyrule takes your moment of weakness, his hand wrapping around your wrist as you reach for what seems to be Warriors’ tunic.

“I’m sorry to put this on you, but I think you might be my soulmate.”

Your mouth opens and closes for a few seconds, and you just know you look like a fish out of water. Funnily enough, you also feel like a fish out of water, Hyrule’s comment coming from absolutely nowhere. At most you thought he’d make a joke about helping you feed, or maybe he was curious about your past like Four was.

Telling you that you’re probably his soulmate was something you never could’ve predicted.

“What??”

“I know, it’s weird! I wasn’t sure at first, but- you can feel it too, right? A normal Hylian couldn’t, but a demon like you…” There are lights in Hyrule’s eyes as he talks, and now that you’re really looking at him, his smile is just a little off, and runes are imprinted on his skin like invisible tattoos.

Everything’s lining up, and your cheeks flush as you realize the truth of the situation.

“You’re a fairy,” You sigh, and Hyrule rubs the back of his neck, laughing at the accusation in your voice.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s just… difficult.” You grumble. He wasn’t wrong about the whole ‘soulmate’ situation. Fairies hardly ever are, and now that you know, you can feel, see and smell the signs for yourself. The only problem is that demons can’t have soulmates, at least, not in the truest sense of the word.

“Look, Hyrule, I know your senses are telling you that we’re soulmates, but we’re not. I’m a demon. I can’t have a soulmate.” You stress, hoping to somehow convince him that you aren’t his soulmate. Unfortunately…

“That can’t be true. Everyone has a soulmate.”

Fairies are soul driven creatures. You’ve met a few demons in similar situations, and not a single one has managed to rid themselves of their pseudo soulmates. Of course, most didn’t want to get rid of said soulmates- free meal tickets and all that- but it feels kind of scummy in your opinion. Like you’ll be taking advantage of Hyrule if you let him fall to the lie his soul is telling him.

“Demons don’t. I don’t. You’re not my soulmate.” You try again, even if deep down you know it’s a lost cause. Still, hope sparks as Hyrule nods, chin in his hand and brows set in concentration.

“I see…”

He does?

“You do?”

“Yeah, I get it now.” He smiles, but there’s something suspicious about it.

“You’re nervous to have a fairy as a partner. You’re scared you’ll hurt me when you feed.” Hyrule nods to himself, like he’s solved a puzzle. Your mouth falls open, incredulous. Did he say when, like it’s a given you’ll feed on him? What the hell is happening right now?

“But you don’t have to worry about that. We’re soulmates, so even just being around you will restore my soul. You can feed as many times as you want and I won’t get hurt.” Hyrule reassures, and briefly you think about hitting your head with a rock, if only to get out of this conversation.

“That is not the problem.” You grit out, rubbing your head to ease some of the headache building up behind your eyes.

“It’s not..? Then… is it that you don’t like me?” Hyrule wonders, and by the nine circles, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“That’s… not it, either. I just- I don’t want to lead you on. You have a soulmate out there, one who’s literally made for you, but I am not them. You will waste to practically nothing if you choose to stay in my care, and I don't want that for you.” Your voice cracks at your own admittance. It's one of the reasons you don’t hunt mortals like the other succubi you know. It feels like a waste of life, and no one deserves to lose their soul just to feed you.

“I don’t believe that.” Hyrule whispers, and you frown, ready to refute him again, but he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your palm, his hot breath fanning across your skin.

“You wouldn’t allow anyone under your care to waste away. You think I didn’t recognize the runes you put on Sky? You think I haven’t seen your restraint since you first got a taste of my companions? You hold back so much on the off chance that you’ll hurt one of us, but what you fail to understand is that we want you.” Hyrule practically growls against your hand, and you take in a sharp breath, trying to tug your hand from the man’s hold, but he keeps a tight grip on you, continuing to place heated kisses to your palm, even moving up to pepper kisses on the tips of your fingers.

“H-Hyrule, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’ll regret this, once you find your actual soulmate.” You stutter out. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and there’s an itchy feeling building up in your nethers. He needs to stop now, before you both do something you’ll regret.

“I will never regret someone like you.” Hyrule mumbles, finally lowering your hand from his lips, only to surge forward and seal his lips with yours. You flutter nervously for a second, unsure what to do with your hands before deciding to card one through Hyrule’s fluffy lockes, the other wrapping around his back to pull him closer to you.

Hyrule is soft with you in a way you never expected to experience. His hands trail delicately on every curve, bump and mark on your skin, taking his time to admire every new discovery he makes. He breaks his kiss to nibble wherever he deigns is in need of more attention, whispering praises and compliments into your skin as he trails farther down.

Your clothes are hardly a hindrance to the man, he casts them into the basket of dirty clothes with a wet slap, then takes off his own trousers and top. You’re both left in nothing but your undergarments, and your stomach lets out an obnoxious growl when your eyes land on the bulge in his underwear.

“Hungry? I can fix that.” Hyrule chuckles, swooping back in for another passionate kiss. While his lips are busy with yours, his hands drift down to your underwear, fingers pressing into your underwear which is starting to feel uncomfortably wet.

“Succubus can have whatever genitals they want, right? Will you let me eat you out?” Hyrule asks, withdrawing his hand and peeking up to give you a curious look. You feel your cheeks heat up, and cover your face as your embarrassment reaches a fever pitch.

“S-sure,” You stutter out, and soon Hyrule drags your underwear down to your knees, revealing your dripping pussy.

“Perfect,” Hyrule sighs, running his fingers through your folds before dipping his head down. His breath is hot against your sensitive skin, and you whimper, one hand coming down to tangle in his hair as he licks a long stripe up your slit.

Hyrule doesn’t bother with words anymore, letting his tongue worship you in a way that has your thighs shaking, straining to keep them open so you don’t suffocate the man between your legs. You get the feeling he wouldn’t really mind with the way his hands grip the meat of your thighs, pulling you back against him whenever you manage to shift enough to get some relief from his tongues attack on your pussy.

“Hyrule…” You whine when he finds your clit, giving the bundle of nerves a firm suck that has you writhing in his hold. You can feel him smiling against you after that, and a jolt of fear rushes through you as he focuses his efforts on that specific spot. While his mouth is busy with your clit, he frees one of his hands from its perch on your thigh, inserting first one, then two fingers into your hole until you’re forced to close your legs around his head to ground yourself.

“Keep going~ Give me more,” You pant as Hyrule scissors your hole open. He does as he’s told, adding another finger and sucking on your clif just that much harder. It’s almost painful, but in a good way that drives you crazy, and you feel something snap as you release all over Hyrule’s hand. He lets out a muffled sound of surprise before you feel him shift lower to lap up your discharge, and feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“H-Hyrule, you don’t have to,” You start, shifting your legs only to see Hyrule’s lust-drunk face shining with your slick. His hands immediately regain their grip on your thighs, pulling you right back where you were. Oh.

You chuckle, brushing your fingers through the man’s bangs. You must’ve forgotten about the aphrodisiac properties your juices tend to have. Hyrule moans against your sex, shifting uncomfortably, and suddenly you feel his arousal coating your tongue. There’s no way…

“Hyrule… are you gonna cum?” You ask, incredulous, and a slight whimper escapes from the back of the man’s throat. You haven’t touched him, and he’s about to cum from just the taste of you. The thought gets a giddy laugh from you, and you pull him even closer, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head. In nearly the same moment, Hyrule finally comes undone, and warm honey fills your mouth and stomach until you feel fit to burst.

After what feels like an eternity, the two of you seperate, and you wipe some honey stained drool from the corner of your mouth before delicately wiping the slick from Hyrule’s mouth and chin.

“You did such a good job. Thank you, Hyrule.” You giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek before slowly withdrawing. Hyrule tries to scoot back into your hold, and you brush a hand through his hair while you stand up and look around for your clothes. They’re still in the laundry basket, but they’re completely soaked, and you doubt you’d have a fun time walking around in them. Hyrule’s clothes are pretty much the same.

“We should probably finish up the laundry, and find something to wear. It would be bad if someone saw us like this.” You hum, and almost on cue, the bushes nearby begin rustling. You sigh, hands coming up to cover your face as you stand in nothing but your underwear with a clingy Hyrule wrapped around your legs and wait in miserable silence as Time breaks free from the treeline.

There’s silence, for a moment, and then Time hums out a considering note “And to think I was going to offer to feed you. Maybe next time.” He shrugs, and you shake your head. Hyrule laughs, nuzzling against your leg like an overgrown puppy.

[heroesrest64]

holy shit i didn't expect that my succubus!reader would get a PART TWO??!?!?!??!!? (was originally expecting to be a one-time thing but boy am i screaming in my pillow rn hahahahhhdgsdhh) so so uhhh yeah same anon here from before :33!! this can just be short of js a small hcs of succubus!reader finally getting comfortable w/ the chain after a long while and expressing their affections in a wholesome way (unlike during their first few days w/ them of awkwardly flirting with the chain (except wind obvii)) overall small hcs of succubus!reader showing affections that had the chain's hairs' stood up (and unsurprisingly their dicks too</33 except succubus!reader isn't actually REALLY trying anything LMAOOOO)

IDK IF YOU TAKE DOUBLE REQUESTS(?) FROM THE SAME ANON😭😭 BUT AGAIN YOU DONT HAVE TO IM SORRY IF IM GETTING CARRIED AWAYY

also also can i be known here as 🦢 anon??? tehehehe THANK YOU SM AGAIN WHETHER YOU TAKE THIS REQUEST OR NOTT❤️❤️❤️

— 🦢 anon (hopefully)

(Dont worry about getting carried away, you’re perfectly fine! I can’t claim to be the best at doing hcs but it was pretty fun writing these :)

(Warnings: slight nsfw, not super descriptive)

Succubus Reader HC

Sky

As previously stated, he tastes like Mint and Chamomile

He thinks that you smell like ginger

One day you ask to ‘sleep’ with him and the man goes completely red, not realizing you’re asking to nap together

A nap is just as good as sex in his humble opinion, so he doesn’t mind but boy if he wasn’t going through a mental checklist of all the ways he hoped you’d have him

He likes to carve little trinkets for you, which act almost like sacrifices and end up empowering you. No one is sure how this works but Sky vows to keep gifting you stuff, if only for the way you light up at each new carving

He’s trying to create a song for you, too, but is too embarrassed to show you the progress

Sky LOVES it when you sit next to him while he works on his hobbies. He doesn’t need any sort of deep conversation or for you to join him in his hobbies. Just knowing that you’re there beside him is enough.

Four

He kinda tastes like fruit punch. Specifically, green apple, strawberry, passion fruit and blue raspberry (yes I know that’s not an actual plant, I’m just talking abt the flavor). Sour and a lil sweet

He thinks you smell like cherries

He has to fight everyone else from sleeping with you after everyone gets closer to you.

Is a little too happy to get to spend every night in your arms

After a while I think he actually has a hard time sleeping without you, and he gets super clingy when it’s time to get up and start getting ready

One day you give up on trying to wake him up and just kinda wrap him in a cocoon and drag him around all morning

He thinks that your body is perfectly made to display any type of armor, jewel or weapon and often crafts ornamental pieces to outfit you with. Wishes sometimes that you’d walk around in nothing but the thin chains and hanging jewels he makes for you but understands that’s behavior better kept in the bedroom

Wild

Tastes like lemon/lime soda and pop rocks. It’s always a surprise when you first taste him

Thinks you smell like green apple (specifically green apple jolly ranchers but I don’t think Wild even knows what those are)

He’s more or less gotten over being embarrassed while cooking your food. Unfortunately, now that you’re more comfortable around him, the teasing is endless

You’ll sit right next to him when he cooks, hover behind him, place kisses and love bites to his shoulder while he’s trying to concentrate. It’s inconvenient but Wild would never ask you to stop

You always have nothing but praise to say about his food, and Wild is beginning to learn that he has a praise kink

Twilight

Twilight tastes like Thai tea boba

He thinks that you smell like spiced milk

Usually, the two of you walk together during your travels. He likes to talk to you about his home, and wonders if you’d join him there once this adventure is over

It turns out his soul is easier for you to take due to his experience with the Twilight Realm, so you’re especially careful when touching him. He’s disappointed in the differing treatment and acts like a kicked dog until you give in and pet him or cuddle with him

You’re still not the most social person, so Twilight usually walks with you when you go into town, scary dog privileges type beat

Loves to call you his partner/ lover in front of strangers

Time

tastes like pomegranate and those like aloe Vera drinks?

Thinks you smell like jasmine

Is worried that you’re starving yourself when you’ve got eight strapping men fawning over you that would happily let you feed off of them

And so he does something about it (*cough* offers to go to third base *cough*)

You’re surprised, of course, but Time frames it as a more casual thing to make you comfortable. He little knows that you can literally taste how into it he is.

You have his soul in every way but in name, and when you tell him as much, he just fills with pure arousal

Idk he’s a freak in this one, leaning a little into Yandere territory

Hyrule

Tastes like honey

Think you smell like honey

Interestingly, when a demon smells exactly how their prey tastes, it’s considered to be the closest thing to a ‘soulmate’ they can find.

One would think this is a big deal, but it just means you can feed on Hyrule as many times as you want without taking his soul

Also you get strangely protective of him, especially in the presence of other demons

This goes the other way around though, in Hyrule’s case, he can sense your near soulmate status because ✨fairy magic✨ and is both confused and infatuated

He never expected to be soulmates with a demon, but you’re nice, and you smell good, and that thing you do with your hands? God, it’s divine

Y’all are so horny for eachother but often too nervous to act on it, making for some comical and tension filled moments

Warriors

Tastes like an Arnold Palmer (lemonade + iced tea)

Thinks you smell like peach tea

Ever since getting closer to you, he’s become super protective

He’s used to his partners or love interests getting chased off by Cia and refuses to let it happen again

I feel like he’d be clingy- always has a hand on your waist or the small of your back. Sometimes he’ll drag his hand over your more sensitive spots to send shivers up your spine

He’s got this smirk that makes you either want to shake him or make out with him.

Lets you borrow his scarf sometimes. Will never admit the things it does to him

Legend

tastes like apple cider

Thinks you smell like caramel

After the two of you get closer, he’s all over you

Always touching you in some way, always watching where you’re going, always thinking about you even when he’s trying to sleep

There’s no chance of monsters even getting close to you because Legend always takes care of them before they get the chance

I’ve always been in love with the HC that he adorns his loved ones with protective items, so that’s just what he does. What he does not expect is for you to reciprocate with protective enchantments of your own

It’s like a constant back and forth between the two of you, Legend gives you a ring, you summon a protective jewel, then Legend commissions a weapon for you, and you draw a line of runes up his arm and decide to not tell him what they do

He reeks of you and your magic and you’re laden with his jewelry and tools.

[heroesrest64]

Remedy for Invisibility

(This is inspired by Moomin (1990)’s An Invisible Friend. The concept of turning invisible due to neglect and a lack of care from those around you has always hit close to home for me. I also wanted to try my hand and the more whimsical, more descriptive tone Moomin stories tend to have. This could be just about any Link, I believe, so I’ll leave it up to your interpretation.)

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When Link was younger, after his parents had passed and their memory faded, Link began to feel invisible.

He had nobody, and had no purpose. He disappeared the same day that his parents did, and nobody was the wiser to where he went.

Life is hard when you are an invisible child. Nobody makes you food or helps you dress, everyone is so busy with their own work so why would they pay any attention to a thing without a form?

Link had thought he would spend the rest of his life in that state.

He very nearly did, until he met another invisible child.

You were adjusted to a life of invisibility, more so that Link ever thought he would be. You were quiet. No, it was more like you had lost your voice right along with your form, and for the first time Link realized he didn’t know where his voice had gone, either.

Soon, though, he realized he didn’t need the same sounds that visible people could make. You tied a bell around where his wrist might have been, then took his hand and kept walking. Each step he took, the bell would clink and rattle in tandem with yours, a constant reminder that you were there and that he was with you.

He didn’t need to tell you when he grew hungry, or when he needed rest. You seemed to know, and you would procure fruits and veggies from the world around you, then settle on the ground while the two of you ate.

Link began to forget that he was invisible, and in fact there were times where he would catch sight of your hair bouncing with each of your steps, or the tinkling of your bells would translate as laughter in his mind, and for those short instants, he would forget that you were invisible as well.

It seemed the more he forgot, the more tangible he became. Your hands were nearly always connected now, small fingers intertwined as you walked side by side. One day you remarked about his golden hair, and neither of you spared a second thought at the sound of your voice.

It was in this way that someone who he thought was just as invisible as him became someone real and tangible and loud and wonderful. It was in a similar but wholly different way that he became someone real and distinct and bright and beautiful.

The two of you didn’t care if no one else could see you. You could see eachother, could hear eachother. It was all either of you needed.

[heroesrest64]

Succubus Reader Pt.2

(Honestly this has been consuming my brain. I was trying to work on literally any other project but I kept coming back to this AU idea so I gave in and wrote some more for it lol. Also Silver Lining by Laufey is all I hear when I think of this AU [also also the second half of this part was heavily inspired by A Night To Remember by Laufey and Beabadoobee]. Anyway. Thank you @doodle-with-rhy for requesting more, and let’s get into it!)

(Warnings: NSFW, minors dni. Scent kink (?) Somnophilia (??) idk tell me if I need to add anything else)

The camp is deathly quiet as you hold your hand out to Sky. He pauses, looking from your hand to your face, as if gauging if your earlier words were your truth- if you would truly bite through his hand, severing flesh, tendon and bone in order to sustain yourself.

Regardless of whatever worries might be filling the man’s mind, he places his palm against yours, and your smile ticks upwards before you pull the appendage towards your mouth.

He flinches at the first touch of your lips against his skin, but notably does not draw back, even as you pepper kisses to the back of his hand, dragging the affections down to the tips of his fingers.

He draws in a sharp breath when you pull his fingers into your mouth, and immediately you feel a rush of arousal building in the man. Funnily enough, a couple of your spectators are also feeling a little hot under the collar, but Sky was the only one who gave you permission to taste him.

Heat scalds the man’s cheeks as you move to grab his other hand, nails tracing shapes into the man’s skin as your tongue glides through the fingers in your mouth. A ward- a protection on his soul so that even if you wanted, you could not claim his soul as yours, at least in this moment.

The pleasures a succubus offers, even one as low leveled as you, are known to drive even the most steadfast men and women mad. Sky is a nice person, though, and is doing you a favor, and you will not squander his generosity for a simple meal ticket.

His breath becomes labored as your aphrodisiac laced spit sinks into his skin, and he shuffles in his seat, obviously trying to get some friction going even as you release his hands and lean forward to kiss him.

He tastes like something clean and fresh, minty in a way that burns your eyes and tingles at the tip of your nose. There’s something beneath the mint, soothing and floral. Is it chamomile?

Sky whines when you gently nibble at his lower lips, hands coming up and taking fistfuls of your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Once he runs out of breath and draws away, though, you know that you’ll need to take a step back. Already your lust is flickering inside your chest, and you can’t afford to go overboard with him.

It’s funny, though. Sky stays latched onto you far longer than you thought possible, carefully trailing his hands down your arms until you shiver from the ticklish feeling, tangling your tongues together skillfully and staring you down with storms brewing behind his sky blue eyes.

Eventually, he has to draw back, panting and wiping your pink tinted spit from his lips, only to lick the liquid off his fingers like it was an extra serving of honey he didn’t want to waste. Already you can see the effects of your lust rubbing off on him, hot pink pooling in his eyes, creating a sunset effect that’s hard to look away from. Of course, there’s also the bulge in his pants, and the way he leans to follow you even as you pull away.

“That was… enough?” He sounds disappointed, but you remind yourself he’s only acting like that because of your magic. He’ll be back to normal in a matter of minutes.

“Yes, thank you.” You turn away, cheeks flushed with your lust and embarrassment. Truth be told, that wasn’t even a whole meal, more like a quick snack, but it was enough. You need it to be enough. You can’t risk these people for your own never ending hunger, and already you’ve asked too much of Sky.

“I see…” Sky sighs, disappointed, and soon you hear his fork clinking against his bowl. Once you’re sure he’s moved on from your feeding, you find enough courage in your heart to take a look at your captors.

Most of them are in some state of arousal, carefully covering their nether regions and refusing to make eye contact with you. It’s comical, and you let out a huff of a laugh before going back to drawing runes on the ground.

~~

“Seeing as you don’t have a bedroll, and we wouldn’t want you sleeping alone in case you escape, we decided it would be easier if you shared a bedroll with someone. You can choose whoever you want, just know we are all equally capable of stopping any escape plans.” Time smiles innocently at you once dinner is done and some of the boys scurry off to clean up before going to bed. Immediately you decide that you won’t be sharing a bedroll with him.

You also don’t want to share a bed with Sky, on the off chance your magic hasn’t faded from his system and you end up sharing a night with him the two of you will regret.

Legend would be a safe bet if you wanted to avoid any romantic or sexual advances, but you also feel like he’d take you rolling over in your sleep as an escape attempt and immediately try to put you out of your misery.

That still leaves quite a few options, and your eyes flit across the camp before landing on Four. He’s about as good an option as any of them.

“I’ll sleep with Four, if it’s okay with him…” You mumble, and Time raises an eyebrow at you before looking at the shorter man. The two exchange a few words before Four wanders over, holding out his hand to help you to your feet.

The two of you flop into his bedroll with little ceremony, and Four turns to face you as soon as you’ve settled into a comfortable position, one arm propping your head up while the other hugs around your middle.

“Are you comfortable enough?” He asks once you let out a contented sigh, eyes glittering like gems in the dimming firelight. Sometimes, when an ember draws near enough, his eyes look like rubies and amethysts, and you try not to think about your old home decorated in the same precious gemstones.

“Yes, thank you.” You whisper, trying to be quiet seeing as most of the rest of the men are settling down or already snoring.

“I noticed you didn’t have a bag, were you just supposed to be out for a short while?” Four asks, sounding innocent enough, but his words cause a dull ache in your chest. Demons aren’t supposed to have ‘homes’, but you’ve never really been able to call yourself a true demon. As much as you were struggling to survive down in hell, At least you had a place to call your own. Now, you don’t even have that.

You don’t respond to Four's question for a long time, a million thoughts running through your head but none of them encompassing the hurt you truly feel in the moment. It’s like it’s all sinking in now. Getting kicked out of hell with nothing but the clothes on your back. Getting kidnapped by a bunch of people who practically scream ‘I Have The Protection Of Hylia On My Side’. Feeding on one of those men. Sharing a bed with a different one of them. Your throat feels like it’s closing up, but that’s a silly thought. Demons don’t need to breathe. But you’ve never been that good of a demon, now have you?

“Hey, it’s okay. Y-you don’t need to answer if you don’t want.” Four stutters, carefully reaching his hands out, but letting them hover in front of you. Something hot rolls down your cheek, and you realize that you’re crying. As soon as you process that fact, it’s like the floodgates open, and you begin sobbing in earnest, not even bothering to ask for permission before slumping into Four’s arms, wrapping yourself tightly around him as the tears continue to sear your cheeks and you hiccup out some garbled words into his shoulder.

It feels like the two of you lie like that for a while, your wails eventually calming to the occasional stuttered breath, and your tears becoming nothing more than sticky trails on your cheeks. You whisper a mumbled apology for staining the man’s tunic, hand trailing up in a futile effort to wipe off the watery mark. He doesn’t say anything about the stain, and for a second you think he might’ve fallen asleep like that, but his hands are still rubbing gently at your back, and eventually he whispers that it’s okay and that you should try to get some sleep.

~~

After your breathing slows, and your desperate hold on Four relaxes into something softer and less tense, Four lets out a long-winded sigh. It’s hard to believe you’re some kind of villain when you cried so readily into his shoulder. It could’ve been the stress of getting caught, but if that was the case, you would’ve broken down into a similar fit ages ago.

No, you’re probably not a villain. You’re scared and lost and you barely even have a set of clothes to your name.

Which is why Four finds himself riddled with guilt five minutes later, nose buried against your neck, cheeks flushed bright red, a tension in his pants that’s growing more and more uncomfortable.

Four shifts, trying to get comfortable, only to let out a low hiss when his erection brushes against your plush thighs. He really shouldn’t. He won’t, but he needs to do something to get rid of the throbbing between his legs, or he’s afraid he’ll be up for the rest of the night.

Carefully, Four turns in your hold, facing away from you and the cherry wood scent coming off of you. Something between a moan and a mumble leaves your lips at the motion, and Four feels a rush of arousal. He whispers a curse under his breath, feeling embarrassed and desperate as he shoves a hand down his pants, quickly taking his dick in his hand and beginning to rub it with as much patience as he can muster in the moment.

He can’t go too fast, isn’t willing to risk getting caught in such a compromising position, but the slow pace is maddening, especially when he feels you pull him closer like he’s some sort of teddy bear, sighing gently next to his too-sensitive ears.

Four has only just met you today, but he finds himself thinking about what you’d do if you were awake. He saw how you treated Sky earlier, dangerously clawed hands tracing, feather-soft lips kissing, sharp teeth nibbling. He can imagine each intimate touch burning into his skin, then dipping dangerously lower, fishing his cock out of his pants and pumping him, licking up his shaft. He imagines you taking him down easily, pictures you choking on it. Cherrywood wafts past his nose, and he feels himself twitch. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to smell cherrywood again without being overcome with thoughts of you.

A quiet curse slips past Four’s lips when your hand splays against his stomach, pulling him ever closer to you, and he can feel each muscle in his stomach tensing under your hold. He needs to finish this, soon.

Four picks up his pace, trying to be as quiet as possible as he rubs his dick until it feels raw. A desperate keen slips from the back of his throat before he can stop it, and Four gasps as your nails dig into the soft skin on his stomach, sharp tips dangerously close to his vital organs, and something about the fear and thrill of it all has him coming undone.

[heroesrest64]

crack and suggestive(?) request but BUT!!!! succubus/incubus reader who got thrown out of hell and up into the human realm bc they srsly have no game and is actually. a loser, even with the help of their uncontrolled tempting scent (or anything succubi and incubi alike have that would naturally have ppl drawn to them regardless of their appearances) to the point they weren't even considered by their kind as their own so now as some way to get themself back down in hell again, reader found themself a group of heroes (aka the chain) and finally decided to (stubbornly) accompany them on their journey despite almost getting mistaken by the chain at first as part of dark link's army (you can decide what's the reasoning on why reader accompanied the chain whether they wanted to prove themselves worthy of being a succubus/incubus and have their ass back down in hell or js wanting to tag along bc they absolutely do NOT know the human realm rlly well)

this is an idea of mine so seeing as requests are alloweddd, it would be rlly interesting to see a scenario of their first meeting w/ reader and ANDD some shenanigans that would occur once the chain finally got used to succubus/incubus reader and even considered them one of their ownn!!

BUT PLS DON'T FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO😭😭😭 THANK YOU NONETHELESS WHETHER YOU DO MY REQUEST OR NOT!!

(Honestly as soon as I read this my mind was flooded with ideas on what to write, I wouldn’t mind making some more parts for it lol)

Warnings: slight NSFW minors dni

So. You got kicked out of hell.

You didn’t even think that was a possibility, but here you are, sitting on the side of a dusty street with nothing but the very minimal clothes on your back and the mission to corrupt and devour at least eight souls before returning to the eternity of damnation you call Home.

All in all, things are not looking very good for you. See, you’re a succubus. Y’know, a seduction demon. But you’ve got no game. Absolutely none. You’ve never seduced a person in your life, even people with absolutely zero standards. You thought you’d just be able to coast by for the most part- you weren’t consumed with a thirst for power and domination like most of your kin- Asmodeus’ idea of a joke, you’re sure, but not a fun one as you’re practically a regular human with some stronger than average pheremones and a high sex drive that does nothing for the crippling awkwardness you experience whenever you’re in the presence of someone even moderately attractive.

“They could’ve at least let me bring a change of clothes, damn.” You sigh, running a clawed hand through your hair as you glance down at your cropped tank and short shorts. Loungewear, you think, is not going to cut it in whatever realm they threw you into.

“A traveler! They seem lost.” A young voice draws your attention, and you cut a look towards where it came from. A group of nine travellers, a kid and eight extremely good-looking men. As subtly as you can, you shake your fist at the ground, internally cursing Asmodeus for what must be another one of his jokes.

Maybe you can just walk past them, all casual-like. Afterwards, you can find a town or something and get a room, maybe look for a job scrubbing dishes. That’d be nice. Heck, it might be even better than the setup you had down in hell.

“Hey, I think their eyes just turned red. Kinda like the Shadow-” One of the men mutters, and you feel a bead of sweat appear on your brow. That doesn’t sound good.

“Now that you mention it, they do kind of look monstrous.” Another one points out, setting a finger under his chin consideringly. Wow. Rude. Not ‘Cute’ not ‘Sexy’, hell, not even ‘normal’. ‘Monstrous’.

“Should we… Fight them? I mean, they’re kinda just standing there not doing anything. It would feel wrong to, y’know, go in swords drawn, but they’re very obviously a monster.” A different one pipes up. You scowl in his general direction, offended. These guys are really just talking about you to your face, and what’s worse, they’re now threatening violence on your person.

“Maybe we should take them hostage. They look intelligent, so the Shadow might value them.” The one wearing a too-big scarf suggests, and the rest mumble their agreements.

You always pictured yourself getting tied up by a good looking man, but not like this. No, not like this.

“They’re surprisingly well behaved. What’s your purpose?” One of them asks- a man with unruly blonde hair tied at his neck and a blue tunic covering his torso.

“Oh so you ask me something like that now, after you’ve tied me up?” You ask, rolling your eyes in exasperation. The man has the decency to flush in embarrassment, and you snicker at his blushing cheeks. Your voice does tend to have that effect on mortals. Too bad you’re usually too nervous to utilize that particular skill, although right now you’re too pissed to stumble over your words.

“Don’t mind them, Wild. They’re trying to throw you off.” Scarf guy scoffs, glaring down at you, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“To answer your question, I was sent here to seduce eight people. I was just gonna take my time with it, but since you guys already have me tied up like this, I suppose we could skip dinner and get right to the show,” You snicker, but quickly choke back the sound when the rope tied around your body is tugged forward.

“It looks like the Shadow is running out of viable tactics if it’s resorting to terrible attempts at seduction like this. That pick-up line sucked.” One of the men in a red tunic with a streak of pink dyeing his bangs rolls his eyes, and you notice he’s the one with the rope holding you in place. He looks like a bit of a pushover, but you suppose if the others trusted him with the rope, he’s probably strong and smart enough to keep you captive.

“You wish it was a pick-up line. Too bad for you I’m not interested in shorties.” You laugh, some sort of classic villain sound that struggles to hide the lie that came out of your mouth prior to the laughter. You’re actually really into short men, and the blonde hair is really doing it for you. It truly isn’t fair how good looking all of these men are.

Once your laughter dies down and you’re left in the quiet that followed the grating sound, you clear your throat once, then twice, then decide to continue to talk so the embarrassment won’t eat you alive.

“Anyway, as this is my first time being kidnapped, I feel like I should ask you guys your names.” You hum, rocking back on the balls of your feet. The men pause, as if they weren’t expecting such a question, and slowly mutter out their titles before asking for yours. It’s an awkward exchange, and soon after, the men seem to decide to start walking.

You spend most of the walk squabbling with the man holding your rope who you now know as Legend. Even when he changes shifts with Twilight, you continue to shout insults and barely disguised flirts at the man all the way until Time calls out for everyone to stop and make camp. Surprisingly, you’re released for your bonds at this time, and instead find your feet tied together to prevent an easy escape and are made to sit beside Sky who’s working on a wood carving beside you.

“I don’t get it. Why are you guys treating me… kind of normal, even though you think I’m some sort of villain?” You ask, digging a stick in the dirt in front of you lazily.

“Well, you haven’t done anything wrong yet, it wouldn’t make sense for us to hurt you- innocent until proven guilty, I guess.” Sky shrugs, brushing away some wood shavings. You hum a long note, striking a line through your drawing.

“Dinner’s ready! Does fried rice and baked salmon work for you?” Wild calls out, trouncing over with his arms filled with plates. Sky happily takes his, but you hesitate. You can eat normal food, sure, but it doesn’t do anything for you, and you wouldn't want to waste these people’s rations even if they did abduct you.

“No thank you, I’m not hungry.” You duck your head, gnawing on your bottom lip as Wild lets out a concerned sound before moving on.

“You should really eat. I know this situation is upsetting, but you’ll just hurt yourself this way.” Sky whispers once Wild has moved out of earshot. You stab the ground with your stick with a bit more force than necessary.

“What does it matter to you? I’m a monster aren’t I? Maybe the only thing I can consume is mortal flesh and blood.” You roll your eyes, lazily lolling your head to look at the man. He seems to observe you for a second, eyes scanning your face before tracking to your freshly bitten lips. You immediately recognize the look on his face and blush, turning your head back towards the ground.

“Do you actually want flesh and blood, or is it something else you need?” Sky asks, quietly observing as you dig your fingers into your arms. His words… sound an awful lot like a proposition. Like he’s trying to see if he can offer you what you need.

You haven’t feasted in a long time…

Surely just a nibble won’t hurt.

Notes:

Sky is absolutely gone after that first interaction. This might be a good thing because his version of infatuation is a love so sweet it could make even a demon think they’re an angel. What’s more, he would romance them as normally as any other Hylian. Flowers, carvings, cuddles and other such romantic gestures. Succubus reader might think they tricked him into becoming infatuated at first, but he’s obviously not pursuing them with sex in mind. He’s legitimately trying to court them, get to know them, and only gets truly aroused when they initiate (other times, he just can’t help himself lol)

Four is the one you usually share a bedroll with, seeing as he’s small enough you can fit beside him without it being too cramped. This became a problem when he realized just how good you smell, and how good your curves feel pressed against him. All of that mixed with how little you wear at any given time, and let’s just say the man is done for.

When Wild realizes your sustenance is literally arousal and that you feed on souls instead of actual food, he’s surprised, but willing to try and find a way to feed you. One day you tease him before he starts cooking, and he’s left pent up the whole time. Once everything is served, you mention how the food smells good and actually eat some. Wild is not proud to admit he came in his pants at the moan you let out upon your first bite of food.

Twilight was usually the one to tie you up during those first few days together, and he will never ever admit what seeing you in his ropes does to him. The sight of the rope burn on your wrists and around your ankles does something to him, and you seem to know it as you constantly praise the rope work and occasionally ask if he’d be interested in shibari. He’s a little disappointed when it’s decided you aren’t actually a villain and you’re allowed out of the ropes, but sometimes you offer to let him tie you up for old times sake.

Time has seen a great many things in his time, but an awkward succubus was not something he was ever expecting. Unfortunately, your awkwardness is charming, and watching you slowly come out of your shell around the others is endearing. You’re not monstrous or demonic in anything other than appearance, and Time has watched you carefully etch protective runes into everyone you touch. He supposes it was only a matter of time until he fell for your charms, too.

As someone who is part Fae, Hyrule expected to be completely opposed to your very existence, and yet time and time again he finds himself drawn to you like a fly to honey. It might have to do with your scent, or how your kisses are filled with tempting nectar that keeps him coming back for more. He counts himself lucky you aren’t like the rest of your brethren down in hell, because he’s sure you would’ve claimed his soul in mere seconds otherwise.

Warriors was honestly scared of you at first. You remind him a lot of Cia, with the lack of clothes and snarky remarks. Once you calm down and start stuttering through interactions, though, he feels endeared. You’re practically harmless, and the runes you write on him and everyone else are protective. They don’t wrap around his arm like a shackle, but rather lay across his skin like a lazy cat. With your care, he slowly starts to work through his trauma, and in return, Warriors helps you become more comfortable speaking to others and helps you communicate with the rest of the chain.

Legend is so freaking jealous it’s actually hilarious. Honestly just those first couple interactions were enough to get him having a little crush on you, but afterwards, seeing you flirt around with the others, initiating intimacy with each of them as casually as if you were sitting down for dinner, it makes his blood boil. At first he thought it was because he felt like you were taking advantage of his sword brothers, but one day he just snaps, pins you against a tree, and preforms the sloppiest make out session you could probably conceive before stomping away in a huff. This pattern continues until you sit him down and ask him if he likes you, at which point he realizes oh no I totally like them and is embarrassed

[heroesrest64]

Why does she look like that 😭

Might have to make this the new pfp

[heroesrest64]

Possessing Poltergeist

(Ahhh I posted to the wrong blog- anyway, fixed it 👍)

Warnings: NSFW minors dni, possession (obviously), masturbating, AFAB reader and some of the accompanying body parts mentioned

Content under the cut :)

After finally getting to see your ghostly friends, you’ll admit you’ve been feeling a little… pent up. They’re handsome, and you’re single, what’s a person to do?

You ended up locking yourself in your room, shucking off your bottoms, and flopping back into bed, images of Hyrule’s emerald eyes and Legend’s soft hair filling your mind.

Unfortunately, your body refuses to cooperate, pleasure building to a near feverish heat but never going further. You whine, one hand buried in your sex, the other fisting your sweat soaked shirt, but even with all of your efforts, you just can’t seem to reach your climax. In a fit of what must be madness, you call out for the man who’s currently filling your mind, and to your surprise, he appears before your very eyes.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Twilight falls through your bedroom door, practically stumbling in his rush to reach you. His hands hover in the air, but he knows trying to touch you would be pointless.

Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire as you process exactly what situation you’ve put yourself in. What are you supposed to do with a worried Twilight? Turn him away now, after you practically gave him a ghost heart attack? Lie through your teeth that everything is perfectly normal, and you in fact were not incorporating him in your personal sexual fantasy.

Before you can even think to start explaining the situation, however, Twilight's eyes track from your flushed cheeks to your rucked up shirt, then down to your blanket covered lower half, where your hand is still clutching your unmentionables in a desperate bid to not lose the build up you were working towards before the man had come bursting into your room.

“…I see. I can leave, if you-“ red slowly bleeds into the man’s cheeks, soaking to the tips of his ears, which only makes you feel more embarrassed. Your need outweighs your embarrassment, though, and you call out a desperate “Wait!”

Twilight pauses, back to you and hands clutching the front of his tunic. The tips of his ears are still red, and flick once before he turns to look at you.

“Uhm, can you, y’know… stay?” You stutter out, sitting up and kneeling on your bed. You didn’t think it was possible for Twilight to look any more embarrassed, and yet here you are.

“S-Sure. Do you want me to…” Twilight trails off, floating to your bed and hovering over you, hands on either side of your legs. It’s disappointing he can’t touch you even like this, but his intentions are obvious to you. If he could make contact, his hands would be splayed on your bare legs, gently massaging the meat there. You crawl back until your back is cushioned by your pillows, legs splayed, and watch as Twilight dips his head to press a ghostly kiss to the inner side of your knee, slowly making his way down to your heated core. You’re already embarrassingly wet, but you can feel more heat and liquid building up between your loins, and Twilight only makes it worse when he whispers about how wet you are for him.

You’re already a whining, sweaty mess, and the man can’t even touch you, which only serves to remind you of the dilemma you were facing before Twilight came bursting in. You still haven’t come, and you’re afraid Twilight's ministrations only serve to tease you more.

“Twilight~ Please, I need more…” You whine, hand going back to your heat, and Twilight licks his lips, watching with rapt attention as you play with yourself.

“I can- I mean, it’s not the most comfortable, but- Maybe I could do a partial possession? Just for a bit. Just to help you out…” Twilight whispers, trailing off like he’s thinking through his offer. A partial possession… It sounds different from the full possession he put you under when you were fighting that moblin.

“You’ll still be present in your body. You’ll be able to feel whatever I do to you, and you can tell me if I do something you’re not comfortable with.” Twilight rushes to assure, and you gently cup his face, smiling down at him reassuringly.

“Let’s do it.”

Before you can really process what’s happening, Twilight is disappearing from in front of you, and not long after, it feels like something or someone is standing right next to you in your own body. It’s an odd feeling, but you quickly adapt, watching as your arms move without your input to run delicately up your sides, trailing ticklish lines up your stomach and rubbing soothing circles at your hips.

“Is this okay?” Your voice asks, but you weren’t the one who asked that. Twilight.

“Yes. Goddesses, yes. Please keep going.” You practically beg as Twilight moves your arm a little bit lower, dipping between your thighs and running your fingers through your folds. The touch is exploratory at first, Twilight obviously trying to get used to the feeling, but when he successfully brushes against your clit and a thrill of pleasure shoots up your spine, he seems to gain confidence.

Soon he’s rubbing at your clit while simultaneously dipping his fingers into your pussy, occasionally dragging a nail against the bundle of nerves as you shudder and writhe in his care, occasionally whispering praise and pleas until you don’t know if he’s the one begging for it or if you’re the one singing compliments. Whatever the case, all of your efforts from earlier have left you overly sensitive and your release comes quicker than you thought it would, a gush of liquids painting your hand as Twilight continues to rub your sex until your body stops twitching and a pang of overstimulation makes itself known.

“You okay?” Twilight asks, and you moan, free hand coming up to cover your burning cheeks.

“Y-yeah. That was… really good.” You sigh, fanning your face to hopefully cool yourself off. You feel your smile upturn wolfishly, smug.

“Anytime sweetheart,” Twilight purrs before you feel him withdraw, the space in your body becoming wholly yours once again, and you watch him saunter out of the room.

[heroesrest64]

Aah!! This is so freaking cool!!! Just the right amount of eerie, I love it sooooo much. It honestly feels like you’ve stepped right into a horror movie-

I wanna keep talking about it forever but I’ll stop here. Thank you so so much, Fyre!

Frostbyte

Pairing: Four x Reader

Warning(s): Yandere behavior, slight mind break, so please scroll if any of this triggers you <333

Notes: Written for @heroesrest64's Haunted Heroes AU. Enjoy you wonderful person <33

Masterlist

Death, you decided, was a warm affair.

It came slow; like the tentative dipping of toes in the rolling ocean waves upon a rocky shore, or the soft laving of a child's tongue across a sweet treat.

Like something to be savored. Like something to die for.

Except you were cold; so dizzyingly cold that not even a night in the freezer could force your body temperature a degree lower, though nothing said it wouldn't further aggravate your frostnipped fingers, curled against your palm in a sad attempt at conserving warmth.

Your eyelids cracked open, flicking back and forth across the blurry landscape. It was a living room, nondescript at first, hazy glance, but you knew better. Your fingers twitched at the scratching sensation of rough fabric made itself known beneath your cheek, as though your body was reminding you that death, however likely, wasn't around this particular corner. In the center of your vision, the TV flashed a myriad of colors, igniting something close to terror in your feeble mind. What time was it? What was the date? What insanity would you face today—

Your thoughts stuttered at the gradual cool enveloping your ankle. Like a hand. Like a shackle.

"W-Who's there?" your voice cracked in your chest, throat, and tongue as the sensation ebbed and flowed—like someone had poured a vat of liquid nitrogen over your skin and... held it there—despite knowing full well who it was.

He was the coldest of them all; the one who touched you like you were something so preciously discardable, but oh-so-necessary. The one who lingered on the heels of tragedy, stalking the line between torturer and savior.

Four, you'd learned to call him.

For a split second, the touch faltered. Then, like a stab, it returned with full, frosty intent, until your foot kicked out, making sickening contact with the couch's arm, and the sweet kiss of freefall enveloped your body as it flew from the upholstery to the carpet.

Thump!

Pain exploded across your shoulder as it made contact with the floor, but it was more than welcome in the wake of the fading chill. Your nerves thrummed with adrenaline-tainted warmth—breathing heavy, muscles tense, ribs tight in your chest—and you scrambled to a half-sitting position, eyes glued to the empty spot on the couch.

If you stared hard enough, you could see the invisible glimmer of a man's silhouette, if it could be taken as anything but the terrifying ramblings of an overwrought brain.

Four, you'd learned to fear.

You'd seen him once; lips blue and eyes bluer, a thin coat of ice crystallized over his pale skin, gaze sharper than an ice shard. Even frozen, he was as quick as a whip, and neither here nor there at the best of times. It was a feat unto itself not to remember chilled fingers brushed your face In the darkness of the night, or the terrible notion of someone who was just as incorporeal as the flowing breeze.

But Four was here. Four was watching you.

Your knuckles scraped against the carpet as you scooted back against the wall, fingernails digging crescent indents deep within the sweaty flesh of your palm. Another wave of cold seemed to fill the room, swirling through the air like the invisible clutches of an impossible storm.

"What do you want?" you croaked, voice scratchy from seconds, minutes, hours, years of disuse. How long had it truly been? Did you want to know?

Nothing was said, but it didn't need to be. The faint indent in the couch popped to its normal position, and you shut your eyes in preparation for the stinging burn of his touch. Running was no longer an option, not when the muscles in your calves were tighter than rope or the curve of your shoulders could have broken down whatever feeble walls kept the incorporeal so impossibly untouchable.

The lights flickered. The TV screeched. Something shattered in the kitchen. The small clock on the wall began to spin. A scream echoed through the hallway. The puddle of water at your feet felt less and less like a figment of your imagination.

And, somehow, the cold-burned touch on your shoulder was the worst of all, searing through layers of fabric and flesh to brand itself into your very bones, taking roost within clustered marrow and scintillating blood.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he wanted to be inside you. One with you. So connected that your body was his and your thoughts were hardly your own.

The chill ramped up. The chill threatened to consume you, all you had to do was let it.

The carpet was rough as your body fell on its side, left shoulder stinging as it made contact with the unvacuumed floor. Dropping like a fly. Dropping like you were dead. Maybe you were. Maybe you weren't.

The touch returned, just as freezing as it traced down the length of your side, only jabbing down when the ghost found the spot he was looking for. A broken whine filled the space as you curled in on yourself, trying to escape the incorporeal shard buried between the cradle of your bottom two ribs, digging in as Four sought a reaction. It was like he fed from your pain, your fear, your hopelessness, even from the first moment you laid eyes on frostbitten skin and eyes just as cold.

The lights flickered again, with far more violence than you remembered Hyrule ever possessing, and Four's touch was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

Relief was nothing short of a drug as it coursed through your chilled veins, igniting every nerve with a warmth that was just as punishing as it was welcome. Pins and needles pinpricks set your fingers and toes alight, and the pain forced your eyes to unscrew, only to snap open at the disposable cup sitting a few inches from your face.

Drink me, was scrawled on the recycled paper surface. It seems Wild's twisted humor had overcome his crazy once again. You never should have let him watch Alice in Wonderland.

It was a battle unto itself to force your stinging body into the barest semblance of a sitting position, reclining against the wall like someone too tired to continue. But that wasn't an option, not when Wild had the strength to force your jaw open to accept his food or Hyrule had the power to control your phone or Twilight could make anyone and anything do his twisted fucking bidding. Not when their anchors meant nothing. Not when you could feel them nestled in your very bones.

You took the cup with the certainty of a newborn deer, downing it in one magnificent gulp. Wild liked his creations savored, but it was better to just get it over with before he decided to get 'helpful'.

"Thank you," you croaked to the empty room that couldn't have been more full. It was polite. It was coercion.

Bedtime was a second terrible affair.

The night was cool, with just enough of a breeze that you could justify cracking your bedroom window open to breathe just a sliver of fresh air. A large shirt—so large that it hung on the pointed cusp of your right shoulder—covered most of your frame, complemented by a pair of ratty shorts that you were half sure even the ghosts slightly disapproved of.

Flopping onto your unmade bed felt like a lesser form of death, as swathes of cotton and polyester enveloped your body in a hug that felt worryingly real. You were almost concerned. Almost.

Head on the pillow, cheek smothered in contained faux goose down, and you still had no idea what or who you were. The ceiling was white and popcorned, and so was the window you'd cracked open. Maybe you could paint it blue. Or green. Dark forest sage or eye-bleed lime, it all looked the same to you.

A soft rustling of sheets caught your ear, and it was to your infinitesimal horror that the opposite side of the bed dipped and a familiar chill tugged at the edges of your sanctuary.

He was here. Four was here, and you didn't dare make a sound. Not when icy fingers fit so well over your mouth, or you could so vividly imagine what the ghost's palm would feel like as it pressed close to your jugular, feeling the structure bob up and down with each terrified gulp.

"Hi," you croaked; half alive, all dead. It was polite. It was survival.

The sheets rustled some more. The chill shifted closer. You wondered why sharing a bed with Four was worse torture than anything else, or why the thought of his ice-bound body against yours was the stuff of nightmares.

Hero of Hyrule? More like Hero of Harrasment, but you supposed it was better for everyone to keep that to yourself, not when you couldn't decide who you hated more: them or yourself.

Not when you let the dead into your bed and the ghosts of Heroes past into your heart.

You wanted to scream when something patted your shoulder, leaving a stab of incorporeal ice in its infinitesimal wake, braising the exposed skin in something you dared call a brand and realistically called a fucking birthmark from hell. Sleeping outside in the rain would be better. You'd rather have homeless autonomy to whatever fuckery this was.

Eyes screwed shut, mouth pursed. Would it matter if you looked? If you cried out? Wild would be on you in a second, pressing too-wrong fingers to your mouth, and life would seem all the more unlivable, though you knew the sweet kiss of death would only drag you deeper into this madness. You didn't want to be united to these psychos in death.

A whisper of breath fanned over your lips, and you snapped your eyes open just in time to catch bright-burn blues.

You inhaled.

You screamed.

Poor Reader :((

[heroesrest64]

Portrait Ideas

Trying to make, like, portraits for ffh character sheets, but my art skills aren’t the best lol so I might hand the job over to my friend

(You can find the rest of the project here)

Some notes I was thinking of while designing them:

Hyrule

Still wearing his silly lil crop top

Proud owner of a million scrub tops (the main one would have fairy and ruppee designs)

Otherwise pretty similar to his og design

Twilight

Clothes are very similar to his ordon clothes

Wolf pelt replaces his shoulder brace, gets tucked into his belt at the back

Underbite + snaggletooth Twilight my beloved 💕

Wild

Imagine the champion tunic… but as a chef’s uniform, with some artistic liberties taken. A light blue chef coat with long sleeves that cinch around his wrists (maybe the cinch would be brown?) and the master sword design on his sleeves

I’m thinking he’d have different hairstyles when he’s working and when he’s off-duty. Just his wild bangs pinned back

Legend

Glasses. Specifically half frame rose gold reading glasses with chains filled with pretty beads for decoration.

Very similar to his og LU design otherwise, maybe a few more embelishments on his shirt

Time

Old men should get to wear comfy cotton button-up long sleeves 😤

Also overalls ‘cause farmer

Do I give yet another Link glasses? Maybe. I saw smth that said he’d wear a monocle, but that seems a bit too fancy for a farmer methinks

Four

Four in a smithing apron

Oh is that all? That’s definitely a note. Some stuff on the colors (who I have yet to decide if they’re even gonna pop up in this project), then.

Red: an absolute mane of hair, wears his headband more like a ribbon. Loose red shirt with the slack tied at his waist.

Blue: Thick insulating gloves and a blue tank over a black compression shirt. Wears his hair the most classic way out of all of ‘em, but still has that bang tucked behind his ear

Green: idk why, but I’m feeling one of those jackets with like the leather sleeves but like the wool(?) material for the torso. I dunno, just feels right. Hair held back with a bandana instead, but I think some bangs escaped

Vio: Back at it with the apron (it’s hot, what can I say?). I’m thinking a purple long sleeve under a leather apron. His hair is tied back in a low ponytail similar to botw link’s original design, but with his silly lil headband just like the rest

Warriors

Honestly I think his og LU design is pretty fitting. Maybe make it a bit more casual for while in the village? Take off a couple layers or something

Wind

Definitely keeping that classic shirt- it’s so cute!

Honestly I think shorts would fit him better, give this version of him a more boyish look. This is, like, all the boys’ retirement arc, so I think Wind should be able to live his childhood with all his brothers and his grandma and sis back home

Sky

Definitely wearing a half apron cinched around his waist and a fancy embroidered shirt

Lichtenberg scars that start at the tips of his fingers and trail up to his collar bone

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Swapping With A Dream

(Warning: angst and body dysmorphia)

(Seeing as the events of Links Awakening all happen in the Wind Fish’s dream, I always thought the food and drinks wouldn’t be real, and Legend’s muscles would start to atrophy from lack of use. This is ~kinda~ me playing with that idea)

~~

Waking up to the sound of waves crashing against sand and a delicate singing voice wasn’t how you thought your week would start. It was a beautiful ambiance, to be sure, but you couldn’t shake the bone-deep feeling that something was horribly, achingly wrong.

A deep seated hunger clawed at your stomach, and you instinctively curled in on yourself, your too-dry mouth flooding with saliva- a desperate plea for any type of food, and sort of sustenance. You’ve never felt so hungry in your life.

“Link? Are you okay? Having a nightmare?” The voice that was previously humming asks, and feather-light fingers card through your hair. You crack your eyes open, looking up to see a beautiful girl with fire red hair, a pink hibiscus pinned behind her ear. You don’t know her, but your heart aches with something longing and desperate.

You open your mouth, intending to talk, but your throat is so dry it feels like you’re choking on sandpaper. Your hand snaps up to your throat, clutching it while you try to swallow what little spit is pooling in your mouth.

“Oh, you’re thirsty. Here-“ The woman shifts, pulling a water skein out and handing it over to you. It sloshes, heavy with liquid, and you quickly pop the cap before tasting the sweet fresh water on your tongue.

Only…

When you swallow, it feels like nothing trickles down your throat. There’s no sweet relief of water flooding your system, and your throat and tongue remain dry in your mouth.

Even after taking another mouthful, you’re left parched and gasping for some sort of liquid. The woman frowns, confused, but you’re probably more confused than she is! Why does it feel like you haven’t had a drink in weeks? Why does your stomach feel like a hollow pit? Your muscles feel clammy like they haven’t been stretched in a long time, and your hands tremble with anxiety and exhaustion as you hand the woman her water skein.

What is happening?

“Link, you’re starting to scare me. What’s going on?” The redhead asks, cupping your cheeks and delicately brushing a cotton candy strand of hair out of your eyes. You track the unfamiliar hair with your eyes, a spine chilling feeling of Wrongness crawling up your back.

That’s not your hair.

You use every ounce of strength in your body to roll out of the woman’s hold, landing on hands that are not yours, covered in stripes that look like they used to hold a plethora of rings. Hands that are not yours fist the sand under them, and you feel each individual grain latch onto skin that does not belong to you. Scars that you aren’t familiar with glisten a delicate pink on white toned skin, and you rip your eyes away, pushing yourself into a standing position in the same movement.

“Where are you going?” The woman asks as you stumble back. The waves are still crashing against your back, but the woman in front of you makes your heart ache with feelings that aren’t yours.

You turn around and stumble into the ocean, feeling the waves crash against your pant less legs, quickly rising up to your midsection. Each step you take is undone by the waves that push you back, and you find your breath coming out in uneven, stunted gasps as you fight against the tide.

You aren’t supposed to be here.

You’re supposed to be in bed, at your home, in your skin, with your own scars and your own hands and your own hair.

Slowly, your voice starts to leak through your gasping breaths, but it’s just as wrong as everything else, and you realize you aren’t even speaking actual words, just making little noises that sound like quiet pleas for help in your own ears. Burning hot tears fill your eyes at the realization, and a particularly strong wave washes over you.

Your body is too weak to fight the current, and you find yourself back at the shore, staring blankly at the seagulls and calm waves as the red headed woman comes up to you, shouting worried words that your ringing ears can’t pick up.

You just sit there, tears quietly leaking from your eyes, mind abuzz with how Wrong everything is, fingers itching to dig into flesh that doesn’t belong to you but muscles too weak to follow through with the invasive thoughts.

Eventually, the woman helps you to your feet, gently coaxing you away from the shore even as sand and water fall from the green tunic you’re wearing, and the boots on your feet flop wetly through the yellow-white sand. You’re led to a village, draped in a sun warmed blanket, and are made to sit while the woman runs a comb through your soaked blonde and pink hair. She sings the same song she’d been humming earlier, and the exhaustion in each of your joints catches up to you. You fall asleep soon after, and it feels like you rest for a very long time.

~~

“Quick question. Was your soulmate perhaps dehydrated, malnourished and filled with enough joint pains to impress even a grandma?” Is the question you wake up to at the crack of dawn the next day. You smack your lips tiredly, rubbing the crust out of your eyes.

“How did you know?” You whisper hoarsely, peeking up at your roommate who’s hovering over you with quirked brows.

“Because that’s the first time I’ve seen you drink, eat and exercise without having to be told to first.” They shrug, smirking down at you. A grumble escapes your mouth, and you roll over in your bed. So all of that wasn’t an incredibly realistic dream. You bury your face in your pillow, screaming into the cushion as you realize your soulmate is suffering a terrible fate, and there’s nothing you can do to help him.

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New game! Reblog this to ask your followers to send you anonymous asks telling you what they like most about your writing/art.

If you are tagged in this you are legally obligated to reblog because I will force you to get compliments >:D

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(Pspsps this is your permission to reblog whether you’re tagged or not, sometimes we all need a pick-me-up!)

[heroesrest64]

how about a soulmate au where each person has a phrase written on them that describes their soulmate's greatest accomplishment/title if that makes sense :)

(I’ve actually never seen this soulmate au, but it was fun to write hehe, thanks for the request!)

Titles and Tribulations

Most people with soulmate marks have cute, almost comical titles. ‘Best Soup Maker’ or ‘Winner of the Winter Craft Competition’. Cute little things to help you get to know your soulmate before ever getting to meet them.

The day you turned eight, you woke up, and found out your soulmate had a title of their own. ‘The Hero of Twilight’. At that age, you didn’t understand the ramifications of their title until your parents sat you down and explained it to you.

Heroes were few and far between. The fact that your soulmate was a hero was sort of like a forewarning to the calamity and destruction that was to come. What’s more, it was unlikely your soulmate would even get to marry you even if yo my did get to meet- Heroes were known to get snatched up in the tides of political conquests, often thrown around as leverage and in some cases, used for arranged marriages to help the royal family further its power.

Your soulmates life was practically forfeit the second it was decided they were a hero. At least, that’s what your family told you.

Regardless, fate chose them for you for a reason. Even if you only meet once and it is the most mundane and boring day of your life, it will have been worth even getting to see them.

After coming to that conclusion, you spent the next few years simply living. You went about your days, knowing that your soulmate was or would one day be a hero, and dreaming about the day that you would finally meet.

You’re eighteen by the time you find out exactly who your soulmate is. He’s paraded into Castle Town, royal guards flanking him on all sides while he uncomfortably fidgets atop a calm-eyed brown horse who carefully trudges through the city streets. He’s announced as the Hero of Twilight, which is indisputable evidence as to who he is to you.

You watch as he’s carted off to the ruined remains of Hyrule Castle, not following, but watching closely, memorizing his face in case you ever get to meet him in the future.

~~

Later that same day you’re walking through Castle Town’s market when you hear a commotion. Strict voices bark out orders to ‘Find the Hero’ while castle guards march through the streets. You watch them go curiously, but something more interesting catches your eye-

A grey wolf with strange patterns around his face and a chain clamped around his leg sprinting into an alley. It nervously glances back as a patrol of guards march forward, and you get the distinct feeling that you should make sure he isn’t spotted.

“Oh my god was that the hero of Twilight?! He was so cuuuute!! It looked like he was headed for Central Square, should I try to follow him?” You gasp excitedly at the fruit vendor standing beside you. She glances around excitedly, obviously looking for the hero, but your eyes track the guards who were just about to pass you up as they immediately turn towards Central Square, practically jogging in the direction you were pointing.

“Oops, false alarm,” You shrug once the guards are out of earshot, waltzing away from the fruit vendor and veering towards the side street the wolf was hiding in earlier. Most people would run away from a wild wolf trouncing through the city streets, but you have a sneaking suspicion that’s unnecessary in this situation.

Back when Twilight had engulfed Hyrule, there were sightings of a wild wolf entering the town, never engaging with anyone, but being chased away regardless. If this is the same wolf, you want to help it leave town before the guards catch wind of its presence and start chasing it away.

However, when you enter the alleyway, the wolf is nowhere in sight. You hum a curious note, walking further into the side street, only to let out a surprised gasp when a hand suddenly grips your upper arm.

“Shh! They might notice us!” A masculine voice whispers with a giddy urgency. You peek up at where the voice is coming from and find none other than the Hero of Twilight himself, crystal blue eyes glittering down at you while he presses a finger to his curled lips.

“Us? You’re the celebrity here.” You whisper anyway, noting the sharp fangs in the man’s smile. You didn’t think you’d be into that sort of thing, but they’re pretty cute.

“And you’re my soulmate. When that title comes out, it’ll become a nightmare for both of us.” The man shakes his head, clearly over the fame already.

“Is that my title? ‘The Hero of Twilight’s Soulmate’?” You ask, disappointed. Not that you mind being this man’s soulmate, but surely the gods could’ve come up with a more original title.

“No, actually, your title is ‘Castle Town’s Rumor Starter’ seeing as you did just that to save my butt, I figured my soulmate had to be you.”

“Dang. The gods really just outed me like that.” You sigh, shaking your head dramatically. The hero laughs, hand loosening from its place on your arm, only to drift down and entwine your fingers together.

“The princess called me here for some sort of official meeting, but I don’t really feel like attending. Would this rumor starter have any good recommendations on where I should hide in the meantime?”

“Hmm, only if this Hero of Twilight enjoys good drinks and better food.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” The Hero of Twilight asks, grin turning wolfish. You squeeze his hand in response, tugging him further down the side street.

“I think you know the answer to that question.”