#why dontcha jump for joy!!!!!

[offthewall1979]

yoooooooooooooooo. Goin Places is really good

[pinkbewwy-milk]

based on starsandskies' prompt list.

Day 4: Stockings ft. Bowser.

warnings: size difference.

“I always wear them”, you argued, crossing your arms.

“So why dontcha wanna wear these?”, Bowser asked, pointing at the socks on the mattress.

“What would be different about them?”, you asked back. You looked at the garment as if it was offensive, and to some extent, you were wary of them. You frowned softly. “They are white. I do not like white”.

“It has nothing to do with Peach”, Bowser explained, understanding what was going through your mind. You had only been together for a short time, and everyone knew of the king’s previous obsession with the princess. It was only natural that you thought it was some kind of… projection.

There was silence as you considered the request. Bowser was quite imaginative in private, and he had complied with and respected all of your wishes up to this point. Although it gave you a bit of a bad feeling, you supposed it was only fair for it to be reciprocated.

Without saying anything, because you didn't want to see his ‘I got it my way’ smile, you grabbed the socks and went to lock yourself in the bathroom to change. Outside, you heard Bowser growl with joy and something snap, probably the bed when the huge turtle jumped on it. You smiled without being able to help it, and peeled off your discreet outfit little by little.

When you were completely naked, you looked at yourself in the mirror for a second. That's how Bowser liked to see you, which is why the request to wear stockings (white ones, also) seemed so strange to you. You shrugged and took them. It was when you stuck your foot in and it went through the fabric that you blushed and understood things.

The color was a coincidence. What mattered was what was in between; or, rather, the lack of something in between.

You hurried, pulling the socks up to your waist. You looked at yourself in the mirror once more, a blush still on your skin as you looked at the lingerie on you. It looked wonderful. You cleared your throat, took a breath, and walked out of the bathroom.

Bowser's jaw practically hit the floor of the room at the sight of you. You were already beautiful, and without clothes you looked exquisite; yet with nothing on but that pair of divine white stockings, you looked like something from another world.

A deity. A goddess of some religion that Bowser was willing to pay tribute to for the rest of his days.

In a second he took you in his claws and sat you on his belly. The size difference was quite a bit, so your legs spread wide when you sat on top of him. Bowser could clearly see your cunt, the soft shine of his beautiful princess already lubricating, ready for what it meant to fuck with someone like him. His claws caressed your soft thighs, his fascination with them increasing at the extra texture that the stockings gave. He smiled, fangs poking out from between his lips.

You smiled too, biting your lip. You put your hands on the king's chest, helping yourself to lift your hips. Bowser raised a red-haired eyebrow, and you winked at him.

“You need to see the other side”, you said, and stood up only to fall back down, this time your back facing him. Bowser didn't need any more to feel his erection fully awake. If he liked your legs, then your ass was what he adored most about you; and the stockings were responsible for framing and highlighting how perfect you looked with them.

When you leaned over him to put your hands around his cock, the king had an even more spectacular view of you: Your already soaked cunt, along with your ass and thighs being pressed by the edge of the stockings, greeted him happily.

All it took was the feel of your tongue meeting your hands to know he was in for an incredible night.

[catanisgorgeous]

Satisfied

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date: Obey Me!), gender-neutral MC (only pronoun used is “you”).

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, lots of gentle head massaging to soothe the pissed oldest demon.

For context: It had been two days since you last saw Lucifer. Sure, maybe demons didn't need sleep but not seeing him at all was worrying you. What was up with this weird workload? Or was he avoiding everyone? As his newly established ✨partner✨ you decide to go and check.

A/N: Hi there, demons and humans and angels and reapers~ I'll probably do one for each brother and other-character, but mind you, requests are open^^ I'm not much of a Lucifer stan but here goes! If ya like it, show it 💙

You: Hey Mammoney, are you awake?

Mammon: MC? I'm headed outside.

You: Oh. If you're downstairs, do you see Lucifer anywhere around?

Mammon: Ya think I'll be sneaking out with Lucifer around? What's gotten into ya?

You: Right, sorry.

Mammon: The old man hasn't been outside his office since yesterday, MC. Plus, why would I care where he is? I'm leaving. Ya wanna come?

You: No thanks.

Mammon: Dontcha dare tell old Luci you knew I was going out.

Well that was a productive chat. You shook your head with a sigh, tossing the D.D.D. away onto the emptier half of the king-sized bed. Swinging your legs out of the sheets and into your slippers, you tugged on a thicker, longer robe and slowly open the door. You poked your head outside and checked the hallways before slipping the door shut and trotting down the stairs as fast as the cotton slippers would let you.

A shriek of joy made you jump and clutch the railings with one hand and your robe with the other. Cursing under your breath at what was likely another of Leviathan's anime-fight-cheers, you picked up the edge of the robe and dashed across the landing and corridors, carefully dodging the vases and whatnot until you silently halted right outside his door. 

There was NO way you were letting the others know this was how you went to see him. Half-dressed, with bunny slippers and a bathrobe, and the messiest bedhead. 

You didn't knock, praying Lucifer would sense your presence and just open the door himself.

... Not a whisper of a sound. You knocked ever so lightly. Why was there no goddamned keyhole? You decided his demon hearing was strong enough and whispered "Lucifer. Luci-FER.

No response. 

"Luci. It's MC. Open up."

...

You grabbed the lock, mumbling "Open the fu–" without realising the handle turned until you almost fell as the door opened. Oh. So it hadn't been locked. Wait what?

"Either close the door behind you or get out."

"Lucifer!" You shut the door, watched how the wave of his hand was followed by a click. "Oh."

"What do you want, MC?" the eldest droned in a voice that screamed of exhaustion-held-back-to-fake-annoyance.

"To see if you're alive?" You shook your head and walked over to stand beside his armchair. "I came to check on you, maybe convince you to get some sleep."

"I'm afraid I cannot afford sleep, MC, I still have that lot left to do." He waved his hand to a mountain of papers to the left. 

You pointed to the right, asking "This bit's done?"

He nodded, movements slow and tired. You recalled the last time you offered to do the work for him... that didn't go too well. So you stood there like a scarecrow, stiff and idle, confused as to how you could help, watching him pick up the next paper in silence. "Go back to bed."

You ignored him, coming to a decision and shifting to stand behind his chair. "I'm not the one who's tired," you answered, placing your hands on his greased hair. 

Lucifer shrank away, head swinging around with a glare. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing. I'll just watch, you keep doing your work."

"..." Lucifer narrowed his eyes, but was far too tired to ask a thing so he went back to work. 

So did you. You dug your fingers into his hair, sliding them between the strands until you found stability, then began rubbing and pressing, sliding the pressured fingertips back and forth. You could swear he winced when the nails scraped against his scalp: but his shoulders relaxed fast and back slumped easily, subconsciously leaning into the massage while scribbling away. 

Glad that the mission was a success, you proceeded to step 2. Make him vent. 

"Why are you cutting off so much? Don't they know how to write properly?"

He growled in frustration, cutting off another phrase on whatever document it was. "Clearly not."

"Who's work is that?"

"These? Submissions by a pack of new interns who don't know their job or at the very least, to read instructions. Immature imbeciles," he grumbled, scribbling out another correction before sliding the paper onto the completed set. 

"Nothing you can do about them?" You tugged on a longer strand of hair, brushing the mess away from his face. 

He shook his head subtly. "There's no point. Lord Diavolo wants to make sure they get a chance." The teeniest hint of a smirk. "However, I do plan on getting Barbatos to scare them, just a bit. That should ensure they'd pay more attention henceforth."

"Now that sounds more like you," you grinned, fingers sinking lower to his nape. Step 3, mild praise or reassurance, done.

"Hm," he hummed in agreement, the tips of his lips stretched into the subtlest smile. His shoulders heaved as he suppressed a yawn. "You have classes tomorrow. How long do you plan on staying here?"

"As long as it'll take."

"For?" 

"For you to quit pretending and fall asleep."

He scoffed and leant backwards to look at you. "Good luck with that."

You pulled a face to mock him, so that he turned away and continued working, occasionally pointing out a ridiculous mistake somebody had made. You massaged on, rubbing his head, temples, the back of his neck, behind his ears. The urge to break the silence was excessive, to retell how Solomon pranked Simeon by exchanging Luke's cupcakes for his own, how nobody expected Simeon to be taking the cupcakes to share and watch a movie with Levi, the chaos that ensued in the house that afternoon, how you had to calm them all down (as always) because Lucifer wasn't around...

But... 1. He probably won't be too amused right now. 2. The man has spent every day of his life in this house living amid commotion and chaos. He probably stayed in the office to avoid all the nonsense.

So you kept shut. The peace and quiet added to the gentle feel of Lucifer's greying jet black hair made your body go lax. Seeing the way the demon relaxed under your touch made you beyond happy. Satisfied. So satisfied that, you let your guard down so much you had to muffle a yawn.

Lucifer looked up at you, so you quickly resumed massaging, muttering a string of "Sorry"s. 

Without a word, the Pride shut the folder he had opened up, dropped his pen and smacked the hands on his head. 

"What?"

He pushed back the chair and rose to his feet, striding towards the door. "Leave the cloak and tie there, I'll pick them up tomorrow."

You looked between the discarded half of his outer clothing, and his tall frame holding the door open. 

"Coming or not?"

"Where?"

"To bed."

[cheezritsu]

Kita Shinksuke || First Love / Late Spring

Kita set it up perfectly, in your opinion, and probably in the opinion of every other person on the planet. It’s late spring, and although the blossoms have since faded on all the cherry blossoms, the breeze is a nice touch. It swirls his hair on his face like a shojo protagonist as he smiles down at you with a grace he doesn’t show just anyone. 

Your hands are shaking. He hasn’t spoken yet, but every nerve in your body has simultaneously short circuited. All you can do is ball your fists at your sides and hope he can’t see it. 

When he says your name it’s as soft and beautiful as the wind and your stomach splatters on the pavement because this is far more than you imagined it to be. 

Dating the perfect, indomitable Kita Shinsuke, was supposed to be easy; at least, it should have been far less painful than pining over him. You’d jumped the hurdle of his confession flawlessly, but you were bruising your shins on all the ones after. 

And now you’re here, and it seems impossible that the stone cold volleyball captain from class 3-7 could fall for you, the person with hardly enough motivation—or inspiration—to dream for anything but him. Kita and his all consuming fortitude. Kita and his brilliant future. Kita and you.

You’ll ruin this boy's life, you can hear in other peoples voice. But they can’t see how he’s ruined yours. 

Kita—Shinsuke, as he keeps reminding you—must be too nervous about the words he’s trying to say because he doesn’t notice that you’re about to pass out. Cracking your head on the pavement might be preferable to this, actually. 

“(Name), I really,”

The way he pauses on a dime would be comical if his eyes didn’t narrow in concern. “Name, what’s wrong?”

Your chest collapses. It feels like a hand has curled over your heart and squeezed they’re trying to make juice from it. You didn’t think you were being obvious, but Shinsuke’s earnest, amber eyes are like a lighthouse, searching for the truth under your stormy emotions. 

A paralyzing fear takes over you, making your mouth move in its own accord. “Please don't say you love me.”

Kita’s head rears back like he’s been hit. The gentle hands playing with your fingers hover over your skin with uncertainty. “Wh-“ the brilliant, unshakable Kita Shinsuke has just stuttered, and you choke on a sob. “Why?”

Your hands pull away, covering your mouth as it opens to scream. No sound comes out, only tears. You want to go home, to vanish, to erase yourself from existence because you are the worst human being to exist. You’ll ruin his life. 

But your bursting heart couldn’t carry you if you ran, and neither could the legs that just gave out on you. You squat, curling in on yourself and Kita just stares at the ground like you’re fine china that’s been shattered. No, you’re not that valuable—you’re the dirt beneath his feet. 

You hear his knees crack as levels with you, placing his firm hand on your back. 

For a second it’s just that late May breeze and birds chirping, and you focus on them as your breath returns. “You should go,” you manage to rattle out over the lump in your throat. You’ve put your hands over your eyes so you can’t see the exasperation on Kita’s face. “I’ve already ruined everything.”

A rustle. Kita sits, and just hearing the gesture makes you sniffle. His hand leaves you back and he sighs, hard and heavy. 

“Do you like me?”

He should scold you for rubbing your eyes, but he doesn’t. When you look at him through tears, you see him sitting down, almost serenely. His eyes are fixed on the horizon, but you can tell he’s working through something in his head. 

“Did you hear me?”

“I did.”

He says nothing else. You take a deep breath and reply, “I like you a lot more than I planned.”

This catches him off guard. His usual placid countenance breaks, and his eyes widen. “What?”

You cross your legs, playing with the grass in between them. “I’ve liked you for so long, Shinsuke. But you’re,” you shake your head, not saying perfect because he hates the idolization. “You’re mature and intelligent and orderly, and you love your grandma and you,” you start laughing because his face is still as incredulous as ever, and the vulnerability would make you vomit otherwise. 

“You’re kind and patient, and I thought that once your kindness was finally directed towards me I could stop feeling so intensely. I thought it would be easy, I thought it wouldn’t hurt anymore but-,” your hand clutches your chest, wrinkling your pressed uniform shirt. “It feels like I’m free falling and I’m gunna splatter if hit the ground. It’ll hurt no matter what so just, please.” 

Kita only blinks, and you silently curse, wishing you could just be a normal goddamn person instead of saying dumb, fake poetic shit like—

“Being with you isn’t easy, you know,” he starts, in a tone that’s borderline reprimanding. “You think I like walking around with my head stuck in my ass because I’m too concerned with you to function?” 

There’s no way those words came out in that order. “What?”

His nose is a little wrinkled, which is how you know this is hard for him. “I understand the general consensus is that I’m unfeeling—”

“Well, we’re a little bit past that, dontcha think?”

Kita smiles. It’s good to know he at least finds you amusing. “You're right. And while I find that being afraid to do something is a waste of time, I can’t help but be...hesitant around you when it comes to emotions.”

“In what way?”

He averts his eyes like he’s ashamed. “Dishonest, I suppose—“

“Dishonest?”

“I would do you good to let me finish,” he says gently, but your heart lurches.

“Shinsuke, yer killin’ me.” 

His absent minded little laugh turns your stomach inside out. “Dishonest in the sense that I’ve been holding back how ardently I feel for you, because it’s more painful than a volleyball to the face. When I was about to say it earlier, I think I meant it.”

Goosebumps prickle on your arms and your breath stutters as you try to form words. “You think?”

“You’re giving me second thoughts,” he mutters, and Kita Shinsuke never mutters. Maybe you did ruin his life. “I just. I didn’t think loving you was going to hurt so much.”

You don’t flinch when he uses it. It makes your heart swell just enough to be pleasant. “Sorry. For what it’s worth, I think I might love you too.” 

Kita’s face lights up eyes brimming with adoration. He doesn’t address the word, simply putting his hand over yours. It’s much larger; it makes you feel secure when his fingers curl under your palm. His thumb strokes comforting lines on the back of your hand. “Apology accepted.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. You love the soft chuckle that escapes his lips, because it sounds effortless and so full of joy. He’ll be your cause of death, you know it. 

There’s a comfortable silence that rests over you two, but Kita’s fingers start playing with yours. You hum in question. 

He keeps his eyes fixed on your intertwined hands when he asks “Can I kiss you?” 

It seems Kita has accepted your tragic fates, because when you say yes, he kisses you like he’s trying to steal the breath right from your lungs. You cup your hands to his cheeks to bring him closer, feeling his soft, blush-warmed skin. It burns and your head spins, but you’re willing to suffocate with Kita if he wants it too. 

[veneziahqs]

𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ,   morgan james  /  phoebe tonkin !  welcome  to  𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐚𝐡𝐪𝐬 ,  leo  (  @phoebetcnkinrps  )  !   we’re  super  excited  to  have  you  here  .   you  have  𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 (  24  ) 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔  to  read  our  𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒  𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑎𝑔𝑒  ,   and  then  send  in  your  account  .   we  hope  you’re  excited  for  your  stay  in   venezia  ,   italia ,   rumor  has  it  it’s  gonna  be  a  wild  one  .  

out of character:

name/alias: leo

age (17+ only): 28

timezone: awst

pronouns: she/they

activity level: I tend to be more active during the week, basic breakdown of my week is Tues-Thurs I’m in classes and most active, Fri-Mon I work, and dependent on the shifts, I’ll get stuff done but slower than I do. I’m still fairly active, I try to get replies done at least every other day.

will you have a mumu blog or separate character blogs?: Separate character blogs for me, but seriously don’t let me have more than just one pls.

coke or pepsi:  coke all the way, it’s my addiction.

pasta or pizza: you’ve literally given my two favourite foods this is cruel and unusual punishment…. but if i had to choose. Pasta.

in character:

application: ｡.｡:+* 【 phoebe tonkin; demigirl, she/her, & 28 / 28 】looks a hell lot like【 morgan james 】, dontcha think? with them being a 【 witch 】, i wouldn’t suspect their favorite 【 book 】 to be 【 fight like a girl - clementine ford 】, but i’ve seen them checking it out on the water taxi to【 santa croce 】district. they’re an【 bartender 】and supposedly known as the【 phoenix 】of the town, so i’m personally keeping an eye out for them. 〔 leo 〕

extra things: Morgan’s tag on my personal is HERE (I’ve not put too much in there since this is a fairly new blog. And her pinterest board is HERE.  There’s a couple of tags of her with a child , this isn’t something that’ll be part of Morgan’s story in this RP (perhaps in the future who knows) but yeah, not something that’s part of her now it’s an au for her.

founding family members: n/a

brief writings:

bio:  tw prostitution (brief mention) , death

October 13, 1990. New Orleans, Louisiana. This was the day that saw Helena and Matthew James expand their already growing family of witches. Morgan was the third child of what would end up five girls, growing up compared to a wildflower growing stubbornly amongst a field of roses, she was constantly restless and in trouble, something that her parents always fretted about. The constant question she would be posed as a child always brought an eye-roll to the brunette’s hazel hues, why can’t you be more liike your sisters? Why can’t you study your craft as well as they do? Of course, she had an ally in just one of her sisters, her older sister with the same rebellious streak in her that her parents tried to stamp out from a young age only too fail. Yet, it wasn’t enough. There was always someone saying that there would be a time when the James girls would need to be reigned in, if there was someone that could do it.

At 18, she did what she had been aching to do as a child, she took off. Left behind the stifling family that had only constricted her, kept her caged, for a life of glamour and beauty. At least that’s what she thought she was getting, when in reality, the girls life turned out very differently. Leaving Louisiana with just a backpack and hardly any cash, she began to hitchhike across the states, where she found herself in the wrong kind of company. She spent her early twenties working as a con artist aided by her magic and an escort – her then boyfriend pimping her out like it was no big deal. She had no contact with her family, ashamed of what she was doing. But, all good things come to an end when she was caught at 24 and sent to prison, doing four years after pleading guilty and working plea deals that would get her less time. During the time she was in prison, her parents were killed in a car accident. Her inability to return for the funeral cut off any chance for her to make amends with her sisters, as she refused to tell them where she was or why couldn’t make it. When she was released after three years, she decided she wanted a fresh start and, much like she had ten years prior, Morgan stepped away from prison with her backpack and passport. Her parole completed recently, she didn’t think twice before leaving the states behind, which leads her to Venezia, a place that she’d been told of as a child.

for events: I imagine Morgan more coming in for the after effects she’s been in the area for a few weeks maybe. However, she isn’t blind to suffering and would want to help out therefore, I can totally volunteer her to have helped out with first aid / evacs and things like that.

inner thoughts: Morgans always had a fascination for the other species, a morbid interest in them. Where her parents taught her to be cautious, she was the opposite and spent her days trying to seek out such creatures. Now, here in Venezia, she has a very healthy curiosity for them and doesn’t heed her parents warnings that they are dangerous.

relationships: I’m usually a wing it rper, and my reestablished connections are usually basic jumping off points as I usually come up with plots and things to happen with people when I get stuck in and get a feel for the dynamic of the pairing so these are basics.

mentor/parent figure - someone who takes Morgan under their wings, perhaps is aware of her past and is the only one willing to give Morgan a chance in life and to try and get back on her feet.

roommate / confidante - Morgan is not in the position to be having a home to herself, but a roommate wasn’t ideal. I imagine this situation to be quite the accidental roommate situation, like one of them invited the other for noodles and they just never left? But, it’s a close relationship, and I imagine that they are pretty good friends.

past life connections - someone she knew from New Orleans, perhaps someone who isn’t aware she has no contact with her family, doesn’t know where Morgan went after 18.

childhood best friend - someone she knew from NOLA who was devastated when Morgan left without saying goodbye. Now they’re here for whatever reasons that are UTP and they see Morgan and it could be angst, hate, joy anything.

witchy connections - witchy shenanigans, someone she’s spelled things for for money, everyone needs a witch on their side? Morgan, whilst lazy and not the most proactive, is quite a talented witch when she puts her mind to it so she’d be a good ally !

enemies - as I mentioned in inner thoughts, Morgans fascination for the other species is something that can totally get her in trouble. Maybe she annoys a character with constant questions, vampire / wolf puns, or maybe they’ve had a bad encounter where one has attacked the other and yeah I’m open to anything and everything.

[anotherlifefic]

Chapter 44: Jalon

Chapter 44

Jalon

I awoke in Link‘s arms the next morning, torn from my slumber from the sounds of Gareth fussing in his room. I yawned, gently freed myself from my husband‘s embrace and got up to take care of our him.

We had swapped the cradle for a bigger crib. Gareth was growing fast; I was pretty sure he would end up being taller than Link eventually. And now he was sitting at the bars of his crib and rattling them, loudly squealing to be fed.

„It‘s alright, sweetie. Mommy is here.“ I lifted him into my arms and pulled down the collar of my dress so he could drink. Then I left the room and tiptoed down the stairs, hoping not to wake Link, so I could prepare breakfast.

I passed the front door on my way to the kitchen, only to stop and slowly look to the floor. There lay an envelope. A letter adressed to Link and me. I picked it up and continued on my way to the kitchen, settling Gareth in his kitchen-crib after burping him and opening the letter.

My eyes widened as I read it. Then I dropped it onto the table and rushed upstairs to wake Link.

I all but jumped onto the bed, grabbing his shoulders.

He opened his eyes wide, and for a split second, I wondered what I must have looked like to him. What did he think, opening his eyes only to see his wife looming over him with wide eyes and a broad grin plastered onto her face?

„Rebecca?! What‘s going on?!“ „We just got a letter from Talon! Malon had her baby yesterday. It‘s a boy!“

A few hours later we had saddled Epona and Glory and were on our way to LonLon Ranch. I mentally smacked myself for not having prepared any baby-gifts. And giving Malon Gareth‘s hand-me-downs felt kind of tacky. So we had bought a pretty little wooden rattle with little sheep and cows painted on it, and a soft blanket for her little boy at the market on our way to the stable.

Talon greeted us when we arrived. „Hello, dear friends! So good to see you. Malon and Matthias are inside.“ His cheeks were rosy and there was nothing but joy in his eyes. „Malon will be so happy that you have come to welcome little Jalon into the world.“

„Is she alright?“, I asked, remembering how taxing the birth of Gareth had been.

„As well as she could be! Of course she‘s exhausted, but that‘s to be expected. Come on in, now!“

Malon was in her room, sitting in her bed with her newborn son in her arms. She looked up and smiled at us.

„Rebecca. Link. You came.“

I hugged her. „Of course we did. I‘m just sorry that I completely missed my opportunity to prepare gifts for your little one.“ With that, I placed the rattle and the blanket on the bedside table.

„Well, he‘ll be around for a while, so there‘s still time“, she joked, rocking Jalon in her arms. „These are fine, don‘t worry! Thank you so much.“

Link stepped closer, Gareth in his arms. „Congratulations, Malon.“

„Thank you, Fairyboy“, she replied. „I see you brought Gareth.“

„Sorry about that, but my parents were busy and we couldn‘t find another babysitter on such short notice“, I explained. Then I gently took Gareth‘s hand and waved it at Jalon. „Say ‚Hello‘, Gareth!“

„Ahh ohhh!“, Gareth replied, trying and failing to copy the sounds that came out of my mouth and causing us all to giggle.

We stayed for a bit, talking to Malon and Matthias, before Malon grew tired and we had to bid our goodbyes, so she could rest.

Once we were back home at the city, I started to prepare supper while Link was playing with Gareth. The whole time, I couldn‘t stop smiling to myself. A new life being brought into the world was such a beautiful thing… a myriad of possibilities for little Jalon to grow up. And maybe he and Gareth would be as close as Malon and I were.

Two more months passed, during which we just went about our normal business. We occasionally visited Zelda in the castle and checked up on the progress of our new house, or visited Talon, Malon, Matthias and Jalon at LonLon Ranch.

The heat of summer faded, and a noticable chill in the air announced the arrival of autumn. Gareth was now almost nine months old, and Link and I were happier than ever.

Then, in the middle of autumn, we received word that our new home was ready.

We hadn‘t visited Zelda for a few weeks because she was busy with her royal duties, so we hadn‘t had the opportunity to see the house since the topping out ceremony. And so we hadn‘t known what to expect.

It was a large farmhouse, similar to the main building at LonLon-Ranch, but bigger with a facade of wooden beams and white clay. It had two stories, like our old house, but the second floor seemed to be a bit smaller than the first floor to make room for a roof-terrace. Next to the building stood a smaller, wooden building with  two entrances; one accessible from the outside and one leading to a large fenced pasture.

Worked into the clay wall above the front door was the crest of the royal family; the Loftwing with the Triforce between its wings. Why would Zelda tell the builders to put this there?

My eyes widened. This was no house, this was an estate!

„There you are!“ The foreman, a large, middle aged man, approached us. „Whaddaya say? Her Majesty didn‘t have much to say about the specifics, she just told us to make it big for you. Furniture an‘ all is already included. I dunno who ye are, but the Queen sure seems to like ya a bunch if she gifts so sumthin like this! I hadta make all of my boys work day n‘ night to get it done in time!“

„It‘s beautiful!“, I said, trying to keep my voice under control so I wouldn‘t squeal like a delighted child.

„Well… about the furniture...“, Link began hesitantly.

„Dontcha worry ‚bout a thing, forest boy! Her Majesty told us to make the furniture look forest-y for ye.“

„She did? That‘s great!“ Link took my hand. „Come on, let‘s take a look inside!“

The first floor consisted of the kitchen, with a stove, stone-oven and sink, dining area with a huge treestump serving as the table, a living area with a fireplace, a couch and two armchairs and two staircases, one leading down into the cellar, where the food-storage was, and the other leading up to the second floor. And while the furniture was very forest-y, as the foreman had so eloquently put it, it was at the same time definitely not the same. There were elaborate swirly-patterns carved into the bark of the furniture. The floor of the living area was covered in a carpet that, in work that must have taken ages, had a pattern of lighter and darker greens, yellows, browns and reds stitched into it to make it look like the forest floor covered in foliage. And above the fireplace the builders had mounted a Hylian Shield with two swords crossed behind it. There were racks for displaying weapons at the wall.

We continued upstairs, and found ourselves in a hallway with five doors. The one up ahead led to the a large bedroom. As the bed in our old home had been, the new bed was cut from a single, huge tree. And that tree must have been truly enormous, because it was also at least twice as big as the old bed. And it had a canopy made of pieces of fabric cut to look like leaves. On both sides of the bed were small tables made form the stumps of slightly smaller trees, and on the other side of the room were a basin for washing and a door that led to a walk-in closet. The floor was covered with the same kind of carpet we had seen in the living area. And above the bed, again, was the crest of the royal family.

The next room was the one adjacent to this one. It was a bathroom with a huge tub, big enough to fit in at least five people. And to my joy I discovered that they had actually hooked us up to the water-system of Hyrule, something which only high nobility could afford under normal circumstances. So we also had a proper toilet, and there was a fireplace underneath the tub so we could heat up the water in it.

The tub itself was made of ceramics, with intricate patters worked into it in beaten gold.

The next room was Gareth‘s nursery. The crib was in the middle; a loverly bed with the same forest design most of the other furniture had. There was a crib-mobile fastened on the ceiling above it, with tiny horses and cows dangling from strings. On one side of the room, there was a large chest filled to the brim with toys.

The remaining room was empty, so we would have to come up with a use for it.

To say that I was overwhelmed as we concluded our tour of the house would have put it mildly. Sure, I had been a guest at the castle for extended periods of time before, but being a guest in a luxurious place and actually owning one were two completely different beasts. I felt dizzy, so Link led me to one of the armchairs downstairs and urged me to sit down.

„Well this is… certainly a house“, I said carefully.

„It is“, Link confirmed, his voice giving no indication of his actual feelings about this place.

„So…“, I said. „What now?“

Link sighed, rubbing his eyes. „I… suppose there are a few things in our old house that we could use over here. Most of our clothes, for example. And after that, we could sell it. Or maybe rent it out. I still have plenty of rupees left, but a steady source of income would be nice.“

„And we have to get Epona and Glory over here“, I added.

Link and I looked at each other and let out a deep sigh. This house would take some getting used to.

We left the house for a bit to go fetch our possessions from our old place. Clothes, weapons, Gareth‘s toys and of course our horses. It was already late evening when everything was packed away and Epona and Glory had been introduced to their new home.

We were just about to retire to our bedroom when someone knocked on our door.

„Did we invite anyone?“, I asked, puzzled.

„Not that I know of.“ Link got up and answered.

A few moments later, Zelda stepped into the living area, weaking a black cloak over her finery so she wouldn‘t be spotted so easily. „Hello, you two! I just wanted to come by and see how you liked your new home!“

„It‘s so big“, I replied, accepting her warm, welcoming hug. „And luxurious.“

„The two of you deserve no less. The people of Hyrule may have forgotten what you have done for the kingdom. But I haven‘t.“ She lightly kissed my cheek, though I couldn‘t help but notice how close to the corner of my mouth that kiss ended up. She then hugged Link and gave him the same kind of kiss; mostly on the cheek but very close to the corner of his mouth.

I nodded in the direction of the fireplace. „Why don‘t you have a seat? Would you like something to drink? Link and I just drank some tea, and the water should still be hot.“

„Tea sounds lovely right now, thank you.“

Link took Zelda‘s cloak while I walked into the kitchen, getting out one of our finest teacups and prepared some tea for Zelda. When I returned to the living area, she had settled into one of the armchairs, while Link sat on the couch. I handed the cup to Zelda and then sat down next to my husband. Zelda was just about to speak when something, or rather someone, tugged at her skirt. With a smile, she reached down and lifted Gareth onto her lap. „Hello there, little one. Did you come to say hello to your dear auntie Zelda?“ Then she stopped for a moment. „...Goddesses, that just made me sound terribly old, didn‘t it?“ Then she shook her head. „No wonder, though. I feel like I have aged ten years since my coronation.“

„Even if you did, you‘d still be pretty far from old“, I remarked.

Zelda lightly pinched Gareth‘s rosy cheek. „The ministers are starting to pester me about marriage.“ She pulled a face, causing Gareth to giggle, and said in a mocking imitation of a typical aristocrat‘s voice:„It doesn‘t have to be a king, Your Majesty. Of course we wouldn‘t insinuate that you aren‘t perfectly capable of ruling Hyrule on your own, Your Majesty. But you should at least take a royal consort who can give you an heir, so the kingdom isn‘t left leaderless incase something happens to you.“ She sighed and continued in her normal voice:„They are correct, of course. But it‘s hard to agree to a marriage born out of politics or convenience when I know how happy marriages out of love can be.“ With that, she cast her sad gaze at us.

I blushed and at the same time felt tears sting in my eyes. I felt no guilt over being Link‘s wife anymore. But I felt for Zelda.

Then I had an idea. „...does your heir have to be the result of a marriage?“

Zelda tilted her head to the side. „No, I suppose not. Since the father would actually be quite irrelevant. Why do you ask?“

My heart stung, but I turned to Link. „Link, you love Zelda, don‘t you?“

Link blushed and looked at me with wide eyes. „What? I… I love you, more than anything, and my feelings for Zelda-“

„Link, I am not doubting your fidelity. You love Zelda. Hell, both of us do! And we can help her right now.“ Then I looked to Zelda again. „...if you will agree with that plan, Zelda.“

Zelda looked at both of us with her mouth hanging open. „You… would do that?“ Once the initial shock had worn off, she looked off to the side. „I couldn‘t do that to you, Rebecca. For that, I cherish you too much. If we‘re doing this… then it‘s going to be all three of us.“

My heart skipped a beat, and my face flushed red. „All three of us?“

She leaned forward, suddenly smiling. „I wouldn‘t be the first Queen of Hyrule to have multiple lovers.“

„Lovers…?“, I muttered, feeling my blush deepen.

Zelda slightly shook her head. „I thought you would have noticed by now. How I have come to love you as much as I love Link.“

„Zelda...“

Link got up. „This is absolutely insane.“ Then he smiled. „Insane enough to be the perfect plan for the three of us. Let‘s put Gareth to bed and then retire to the master bedroom.“

I could barely contain the flurry of emotions within me as we entered the bedroom. Lacings were undone, tunics and underclothes dropped to the floor with barely a whisper of sound, and before I knew it, Zelda was on top of me on the bed, her erect nipples grazing against mine as she kissed me. I moaned into her mouth as her fingers found my most sensitive spot and began to circle around it, enough to tease and arouse, but not enough to satisfy.

Link was breathing heavily, just looking at us touching each other, before approaching and putting his hands on Zelda‘s hips. He let his hands run up and down her thighs, then slipped one of them between her legs and followed the glistening slit of her vagina. She tensed a little and moaned, but never stopped stimulating me, even though I was already dripping wet and loudly groaning for more.

Once Link found Zelda ready, he put his hands back on her hips. „I‘m… I‘m going to put it in now, Zelda.“

She half turned to him. „Go right ahead.“

Nothing could have prepared me for the rush of arousal I felt when I saw Link push forward into Zelda‘s body, and the feeling of her tair tickling my breasts as she pressed her face onto my chest. Seeing two people I loved so consumed in pleasure was indiscribable. And the whole time, Zelda didn‘t stop touching me. I felt my orgasm approach and moved against her fingers. As much as I would have loved to feel Link inside of me at that moment, her fingers felt amazing. I reached down, finding the bundle of nerves between her legs, and began rubbing it with the rhythm of Link‘s thrusts. Zelda dissolved into a sweaty, moaning mess and screamed into my breasts as she finally unravelled. Link cried out in pleasure and spilled himself into her. Both sank down on me, panting and exhausted.

I wasn‘t quite satisfied yet, but this evening wasn‘t about me. So I just watched them gather themselves. Zelda was the first one to regain her voice.

„It seems that you didn‘t get your due, Rebecca“, she mumbled, tracing the outline of my breasts with her index finger.

„It‘s fine“, I assured her.

„Absolutely not.“ She slid behind me, pulling my legs open so I was all but presenting my intimate zone to Link. „Look at her, Link. How can you say no to that?“

Link lifted his index finger to ask us to wait. „Give… give me a moment.“

„Suit yourself.“ And while we were waiting for Link to recover, Zelda stroked my breasts and kissed the base of my neck. „You have an amazing body, Rebecca. Even after giving birth, you‘re still so beautiful.“

„Nothing can beat your beauty“, I said in a low voice. „You seem quite comfortable with yourself. Have you done this before?“

„Not with other people.“ She kissed my earlobe. „But a good Queen knows to feign confidence.“

„Hmmmm...“

Meanwhile, Link turned to us again, his member once again standing proud.

I cried out as he pushed into me. And clung to him, even while Zelda was kissing me and egging us on. But Link was still exhausted, and I had been on the verge of climax anyway, so that second round didn‘t last long. At the end of it, the three of us crawled under the bedsheets; Zelda in the middle and Link and I snuggled up to her sides. Link and I rested our entwined hands on her stomach, and huddled together like that, we soon fell asleep.