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justpoliteconversations · 4 days

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About the apple merchant story (it lives rent free in my mind always): Please let me hug Link please. One hug. Just one. Please he makes me so sad dhshsjsj

For the little shadowling that came to say hello.

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Embrace [BOTW!Link x Isekai!Reader] (Apple Merchant Extra)

What if Link had teleported home immediately after defeating Vah Ruta? (An alternative route for after Part 6.)

(Far too tired to edit tonight. I'll do it later.)

Part: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Alternate Extras: Embrace

Masterlist

TW: Choosing not to display warnings. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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Blue had come to you in the dead of night (just as you were finally getting ready to sleep after a long day's travel), dressed in full sheikah armor and eyes as dispassionate as they've ever been. And maybe you'd have believed that too, had Red not confided in you all those weeks ago. And if not for the words that left her in a low, monotones whisper.

"Courageous One's beloved. I request your presence." She'd intoned, but you could hear the command in her voice even as she remained in a subservient position kneeled at your bedside. "Master Link is in need of your comfort. Lest he falter in his duties as Hyrule's Hero."

You wanted to question her as to this sudden and unexpected change of heart regarding the sheikah's intentions, but you restrained yourself. Taking that prickling curiosity at the forefront of your mind and pushing it away in favor of the unease that permeated within your heart instead.

"The zora." You mumbled quietly, letting your gaze fixate on the blankets laid warmly on your legs. Displeasure trying to crawl up your throat and take home in your thoughts. But you shook away those spiteful whispers before they could poison your heart.

You disapproved of the hatred the elder zora held towards Link (and by extension, hyrulians). It was cruel of them to lay blame for Ganon's crimes upon his victims without regard to how the story had unfolded. To use them as scapegoats when the true focus of their ire was out of reach and far beyond their power to defeat.

It was an addicting kind of self-soothing that had been left to fester throughout their long lives, fueled by their guilt and fear. Guilt for their powerlessness, and fear not just for the world's future, but for that of their beloved royal family.

As told by the grape vine that weaves thickly through the Stable System, King Dorephan had lost his beloved mate too soon (the cause was kept quiet, but rumor has it it had been to birthing complications). Shortly after the birth of their son, Prince Sidon, in fact (thier second child and their only spare).

And after her passing the King choose to never take another (a controversial decision), instead spending the rest of his breeding years grieving his dearly departed and raising their heirs instead of producing more spares to ensure the royal bloodline in those turbulent times.

(Yet, the King received only whispered sympathy from his people, and the young Prince adored all the more for his status as final heir to a beloved, departed Queen.

It's always been easiest to demonize an unfamiliar face, after all. Easier to spit upon another race than to fault the heart of a grief stricken man and an innocent child.)

With the death of their Princess, Mipha, the zoras had lost not just a beloved healer and gracious future ruler. They lost half of their royal bloodline, their future. They who's ears reach the Goddesses' songs, or some such saying (in other words, gigantism, an inheritable trait found only in the zora's royal family line. by magic or genetic mutation, you didn't know).

And so, the zora of the time had taken their fear and guilt and unspoken grievances and shaped it into the hatred that only future generations seem to have been able to deluded from their racial conscience. Sidon, the Prince himself, being a shining example of this. And honestly, may well have been the spark for this (positive) change in the zora's newest generation as well.

There was a reason you never bothered trying to enter Zora's Domain. And it wasn't even the lizalfors. Though maybe in a few decades, you might give it a try.

Blue nodded at your quiet utterance, eyes cold and sharp under the veil of feigned disinterest. And you wondered, silently, what she was feeling right now. If she was truly so angered on Link's behalf, or if she was frustrated at her superiors for making this level of secrecy necessary (it had not escaped your notice that everyone in the stable was far too quiet for simple sleep. even the desk attendant was slumped over, quiet. chest barely moving. drugged).

Maybe even both. Even as removed from the sheikah's plotting as you were, you still understood that the girls were making independent moves outside of their given assignments. Perhaps even going against orders (their direct superior's orders, not yours. surprisingly. or perhaps not so surprising given Red's apparent fondness for your rupees, the opportunistic jerk).

None of that mattered right now though. Not even the yiga and the very real threat they still posed to your life.

All that mattered was Link, and that he was distraught enough to force the twins' hands to such an extent. That the situation was bad enough to ask permission to temporarily disregard the established agreement (bound by contract and enough rupees to tempt a saint).

"Take me to him." You said quietly, hands clutching the bedspread. Fingers twisted into silky cloth tight enough to hurt. Letting the soft, plush weight of it sooth your agitated nerves. Grounding yourself from the whirlwind of emotions that wanted to overwhelm you even as you kept your tone smooth and even. "Please."

She nodded, moving closer with eeriely silent strides and plucking you from the bed with frightening ease (you hadn't even realized what was happening until you were in her armor clad arms). The suddenness of the action nearly pulled a gasp from your lips. But it caught in your throat at the sudden speed as which she was all but flying through the moonlit fields.

She was such a a small woman. Seemingly delicate as a butterfly's flutter and soft as blossom petals. Yet you could feel the way her muscles pushed at your weight with unyielding strength.

In that moment, she felt as tall and imposing as a mountain. As solid as stone and as powerful as a hurricane ripping along the coastline.

In that moment, you were reminded that this woman (these women, beautiful and graceful and spirited both) were warriors. Born and raised. Trained until their hands bled and their bones twisted into the steel of a tempered blade.

And you had never felt more protected than in Blue's arms.

(Spit in the eye of the elders, Red had said. You were certain this woman would sooner stab them in the face.)

You just hoped that strength would be enough to protect Link until he was strong enough to protect himself. And enough to protect her as well. From whatever it was that had stolen the light from her eyes.

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You weren't sure whether to be impressed by Blue's speed, or irritated that she managed to undo a day's worth of travel in just a couple hours (how the in world were you going to explain this to Skims and Adino? Red most certainly won't be any help. you can already tell). But one thing was for sure, you were never going to piss this woman off. That was for damned sure.

That wasn't what had your attention at the moment though. That was the sight of Link tied by the wrists to his bed, blindfolded.

And why was Red here, sitting at the table as though this was a perfectly normal thing to walk into (how had she even gotten here before you and Blue? why hadn't she been the one to take you back to Hateno if she was going to be here anyway)?

Link was awake and alert, pinched brows and down turned mouth looking just as befuddled (and maybe even a bit scared) as yourself at the current happenings. His delicate ears tracking your footsteps (Blue's were quiet, even on hardwood floors. what a scary realization) as you moved up the stairs and closer to his bed (your blanket dragging slightly across the floor, too heavy and thick to comfortably carry in your arms).

He was handsome for sure, all long blonde hair, elegantly sharp features and lithe muscle. But not quite as flawless as he had been portrayed as in the games (which was to be expected, but was still jarring. even after having come to terms with the reality of this world's imperfections).

The scars were by far the most prominent detail about him, even accounting for his noble features and toned physic. Hard, knotted patches of discolored skin sprawled across the left side of his face, shoulders and chest. Pink and raw looking, for all it was plain to see these horrendous burn marks had long since healed.

His skin too, was another thing that set him apart from his game presentation. Where as the game had shown Link to possess a pretty peach complexion with rosy cheeks, the man before you was off-puttingly pale (almost grey in the cheeks). So much so it was concerning. With the beginnings of a tan just beginning to take form on his forehead and the bridge of his nose.

Sick. You realized link was sick. No. That wasn't quite right. It wasn't sickness that seemed to be clinging to him like a veil.

Had Link ever fully recovered from his time trapped in the shrine?

Your memories of the game were foggy and unclear after so much time spent in this world. But there was one thing you did remember clearly when you pulled at the strings of your memories.

It was Zelda's voice, urging Link up from his slumber (tired and pleading, after 100 years of fighting a battle of wills). And Link, hitting the ground running. Without thought for his own wellbeing. Without consideration for his still recovering body. Just bullheaded determination and an unbreakable spirit driving him forward.

Your stomach clenched at the realization. Something that hadn't truly hit you with its entirety until you had finally cast your gaze upon the very man who had lived through it all (was still living through it).

Not a game character. Not the concept of heroism given humanoid form. But a man, small and confused and fighting to right the wrongs of a hundred years ago. Having to accept that everything he once had was gone now. And that he must now fight a battle he doesn't even remember having a stake in.

You cast a questioning (concerned) look over at Blue. But she ignored you, instead saying softly (and far less tensely than when you were at the stables) to Link. "Courageous one. Your beloved is here to offer you comfort."

Link tilted his head. Uncomprehending.

Blue cast a glance towards Red, who nodded quietly. Not even looking up from whatever she was doing at the table.

At the gesture, Blue continued. "They may not speak to you." She cast a cool glance your way, the hard glint of her eyes telling you more than a thousand words ever could. "And you are forbidden from touching them. This is to ensure you will not be tempted to- memorize their voice or distinctive features."

A moment of silence. Then confusion. And then (finally) the dawning light of comprehension seemed to line every inch of his diminutive form.

The change in him was immediate. Link's whole entire body tensed, the bonds at his wrists creaking under the pressure he was exerting on them in his stiffened state (as did the headboard. and you had a feeling only Blue's presence was keeping him from breaking free with brute force). His chest nearly shaking with the intensity of whatever emotions held him in their sway.

His face had twisted into a complicated expression. Lips taunt, scars pulled tight at the skin of his face (what was visible through the blindfold) and fair brows pulled into an almost grimace.

One breath. Two. And then, he spoke. "AM." He breathed, quiet and shaking. Raspy, dry and unpleasant (and beloved. so much so your heart ached with the feeling). "AM. I-" And just like that, his voice broke. Fractured. Shattered.

His hands tensed into fists, his teeth grit against the pull of his lips. His shoulders shook.

And you just. Moved.

Dropping the blankets, nearly tripping over the bulk of them in your haste, you fell hands first onto the bed. Barely taking the time to regain your balance before slotting yourself into Link's side (warm and solid and so very alive) and pressing yourself into his space.

You ignored his tensed form. His shudder as your night chilled clothes pressed against his own skin warmed ones. And spooned into his side as best you could with his arms bound above his head. Your upper body laid against his own, arms wrapped around his chest and head tucked under his chin. Trying to cover as much of him as possible (trying to hide him from the world and everything it demanded of him. trying to absorb all that pained his heart into your own body).

You squeezed him with all your might (pitiful though it may have been to someone physically blessed as the goddess' chosen champion), words sitting at the tip of your tongue, begging to be spoken. Unsaid and burning at the base of your throat. Held back only by the strength of your resolve, and the silent promise to do better.

To fight with everything in your power to do right by this man.

A man who had been demanded to give everything for the greater good. Even if it meant making a deal with the devil itself. Even if it meant losing himself. All. Over. Again.

You would make sure this man succeeded.

You would make sure he thrived.

His chest heaved under you, breaths coming in short, ragged gasps (quiet though, as though afraid to rise above a faint whisper). His throat bobbing under your cheek in thick, painful sounding swallows. His entire body was shaking, and you could feel the warmth of something wet soaking into the crown of your hair.

You squeezed harder, pushing every once of your care and devotion into the action. Gritting your teeth against the torrent of warmth that flooded behind your eyes, burning, demanding to be released. Demanding that you do more than just cling to him in a bid at comfort.

The tension in his body released all at once, and a ragged sob forced its way out of his throat. Long and raw and achingly vulnerable. Like nothing you've ever heard before.

And you sobbed right along with him, bitting back all the words you wished to tell him more than anything. Cursing the circumstances that had led to this moment.

And so thankful too. Thankful that you could be here in his time of need. Even if all you could do was hold him as he cried. As he broke apart beneath you.

And so, you sobbed all the harder. For the Link that had had to cry alone once upon a time.

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Back to the shadows.

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justpoliteconversations · 11 days

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Polite: *Plucks Dark out of pen* Surprisingly, the only one behaving. *Levels unimpressed stare at Dark* Be nice to Twi. I mean it.

Dark: *Stares*

Polite: *Stares*

Legend: *Glares from corner* *Trying to remove foam boots*

Moony: I WILL ESCAPE!!! *Flails* *Accidentally hits Legend with mit*

Legend: *Woobie betrayed face*

Polite: *Sighs*

Mother. Mother I crave violence

- moony ♡

Inside Joke incoming.

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Polite: *Scruffs Moony* *Places in naughty pen with Dark and Legend* No biting. No kicking. *Straps mits to Moony's hands* *Points at Dark* No cursed magic.

Dark: *Hisses* *Bites at hand mits*

Polite: *Points at Legend* I mean it, Legs. No kicking.

Legend: *Sulking in corner* *Hoarding the colored blocks*

Polite: *Straightens apron* *Hands on hips* Now get along. I have work. *Walks away*

Dark: *Watches*

Moony: *Watches*

Legend: *Dropkicks Dark*

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Behave children. Mom's busy with work.

#to my followers #to the lurkers

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justpoliteconversations · 12 days

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Apple Merchant [BOTW!Link x Isekai!Reader] (Part 6)

Plans are being made. And Link is facing his demons as well as he can.

Still taking time to inch my way back to full speed. Things are getting better though and I can feel my fingers itching to write more and more. Still riding the joy of pure indulgence with a feel good favorite. I can never stop myself from rambling in this one.

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Alternate Extras: Embrace

Masterlist

TW: Choosing not to display warnings. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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Finally back in Hateno after several weeks of long, uncomfortable (sand infested. lizalfos infested) travel along the coast (doing your standard business. gathering what supplies you could for Link), and you were ready to just slip into bed for the rest of your life. Maybe even retire early. Ensure you never have to see another damned lizalfos for as long as you live (you won't, but the thought is there).

But it was simply not to be. You'd barely crossed the gates into Hateno proper and already you were planning (reluctantly) an even longer trip into territories you'd never (well. not never. but not for long) thought to venture to. And honestly, you weren't looking forward to it.

And by the look on Skim's and Adino's faces, neither were they.

Not even a day after returning to your home village you'd broken the news to your guards that you were planning a trip towards Goron territory. Though, if you were lucky and utilized your resources wisely, you might never even have to set foot in that brimstone hellscape of a volcano (you hoped).

You'd thought once (some years ago), that maybe it would be a place you should visit. The Gorons were known to be friendly to travelers. The paths were littered with unclaimed mineral and gemstone deposits. And the infrastructure for travel was there thanks to the thriving tourism industry in the area.

It'd seemed like a wonderful idea when you'd started planning such a venture in your early days of merchanting. Back when you were still riding high from making your first small fortune and were still relatively unaware of the world at large. Of its challenges. Of its dangers.

That was until you started gathering information on the hazards in the area, and your opinion of the region took an immediate and drastic turn.

The high death rates associated with heatstroke, dehydration and smoke inhalation were concerning enough. But learning that the volcano occasionally erupted (killing dozens, even hundreds of travelers when it did), and was infested with talus' (over 40 confirmed sightings. nearly 20 unconfirmed). It was enough to put you off.

Skims and Adino knew this. You'd made it a point to explain to them why you wouldn't be heading that direction ever (but apparently not ever, because here you were. planning). No matter how much money could be made harvesting minerals or trading with the locals.

Not the produce trade though, despite what one would think coming from a land known for its lava lakes and frequent wildfires.

The volcanic soil was actually an excellent source of fertilizer (which you wanted. in bulk. as much as you could shove in your mindslate). Making the region around the volcano one of the more prosperous lands for growing crops and herbs. Even when compared to the more central settlements of Hyrule, right on the bread-belt of the land (if you were willing to risk the guardians, that is).

It was a region a farmer (and merchant) could make a fortune, if they were lucky enough to hit brown gold. And If one was willing to take staggering losses everytime the volcano blew its top. And there would be losses. There always was when mother nature got involved with the lives of mortals.

No. You had been eager to get into the fish and cloth (and sand) trade. So close to the volcano, magma deposits were unusually close to the surface in the surrounding lands. And while this created the most beautiful hotspring (entire lakes worth) tourist attractions, it also limited the amount of life-sustaining (and fish-sustaining) water sources in the area. Which, in turn, limited the number of local fisheries and livestock flocks the land could sustain.

The constant presence of ash and volcanic runoff also poisoned much of the water sources in the immediate areas around the mountian. Further adding to the lack of available water sources for fish and livestock (and people too, for that matter. Hence, the sand. A natural filtering agent for locals in the area) to live off of.

So. Fish and cloth (and sand). Those had been your plan a couple years ago. Until the reality of the territory's dangers made you reconsider. And later, dismiss the idea all together.

Knowing this, of course Skims questioned your sudden interest in the northeastern part of Hyrule. A territory you had said yourself was not worth the risk of death and revenue loss to expand your business ventures into.

You had been honest with them, of course (you were always honest with your most trusted guardsmen. when confronted, at least). Though not necessarily forthcoming with the details. Which, frankly, was par for the course as far as your more private dealings were concerned.

"I'm looking to acquire localized goods for an important client." You offered in way of an explanation, letting the things you hadn't said speak volumes. And, of course, Skims merely nodded. Still looking doubtful, but willing to accept your reasoning as your own without contest.

That was another thing you liked about him, other then his fierce loyalty and care. Easy going at the best of times, accepting at the worst. You never had to worry too much about Skims poking holes in your reasonings or explanations. You just needed to pay him, and he was willing to turn a blind eye to your eccentricities.

Adino, on the other hand.

"It's a waste of damned time no matter how important this so-called client of yours is. Just use the stable system instead of draggin' us along to that Goddess forsaken hellhole." Adino snapped, irritable still so soon after the previous trip (the bite a lizalfos nearly took out of his rear near Highland Stable not having helped his already sour attitude). Narrowing his eyes at you with suspicion.

Which was fair, honestly. In any other situation, letting the stable system deliver your desired product would have been the most efficient (and cheapest) way for such a limited and precise order. What would take several months of travel for a merchant (yourself included), the system could get delivered several weeks earlier. Maybe the same amount of time, or slightly longer than originally calculated, if the weather turned unfavorable or a blood moon cluttered up previously clear roads with monsters.

Without knowledge of your mindslate or the connection you have with Link (the previously mentioned client), it does sound like a bullshit reason to undertake such a dangerous journey out of the blue. Especially when there are safer and more cost efficient methods to achieve the same results (sort of). But the fact of the matter is that the system would not be quick enough to deliver your order before Link begun his journey towards Death Mountain.

(And it would be soon. Already there were rumors of the Zora Domain's endless rains easing at the boarders.)

Tally up the timeables, and getting the merchandise yourself was the only feasible way to get ahold of what you needed when you needed it. Where the stable system would require a two way trip to acquire your goods, you needed only one way to get it yourself (and add the slate's instant delivery to Link, and you're set). It was the only way to guarantee you'd meet the rapidly approaching deadline.

Also, you didn't trust the stable system to be as discerning as yourself when choosing suitable product. While you didn't doubt they would put forth their best efforts, you acknowledged that a delivery guild probably had limited knowledge of advanced spell craft and their associated counterfeits.

You couldn't afford to make any mistakes when it was The Hero of Hyrule's life you were working to secure.

Only the very best would do for Link, after all. Even if you had to put in the footwork to ensure it.

You smiled tiredly at Adino, noting how his thin brows were pulled into a deep frow. How his eyes flickered over your road-weary face and sagging posture with veiled intent. Searching and prying and worried. Lips pulled down in displeasure.

He was worried for you. Keeping secrets (something you'd seldom done so openly before. something you'd rarely done, period). Taking seemingly unnecessary risks (something you'd never done at all before this little proposal). All behaviors that were definite red flags. All behaviors that were concerning. Especially coming from someone like you (who you'd become).

And you loved that about Adino. How quietly observant and caring he was when he cared enough to try. Even if he acted like a prickly little cactus most of the time.

"Trust me. I wish I could just let the stables handle this." You'd begun, meeting Adino's (and Skims) gazes as you continued. Sighing. "But this is something I have to do myself. It's important to me."

Skims nodded, having already accepted your reasonings regardless. And slowly, reluctantly, Adino nodded too. Still looking as surly as ever, but willing to back down quietly so long as you were in possession enough of your thoughts to acknowledge the strangeness of your current plans.

"Thank you." And you meant that. Even as the next words hurt your very soul. Perhaps even more than the damned sand (yeah right). "I'll pay you triple if you agree to accompany me as my bodyguards." Skims' and Adino's eyes lit up at that, and you could practically see the rupee signs swimming within them. The bastards.

And somehow Red was suddenly there as well, looking just as bright-eyed and eager as she nodded along with the boys.

Your brow twitched. And Red grinned. Far too many teeth caged within blood red lips.

You sighed.

'Damnit, Link. Why do you cost me so much money.'

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Sitting on the edge of the Zora Capital's Central Reservoir, Link held the slate in his cold-numbed hands. Looking out over the misty landscape laid out far below, cushioning the shining zora city in its translucent shroud.

The divine beast calmed at his back, as was the spirit still trapped within its confines (patient. kind. understanding. even in the face of death and heartbreak).

His fingers tightened on the slate's smooth edges at the reminder. Knuckles turning white from the pressure of his grip. The chilled ache of his bones a painful burn against his exposed flesh and skin.

His shoulders begun to shake. He wanted to sleep in his own bed, with his own pillow and his own blankets. He wanted to bathe in his shiny round bowl of a bath with his nice smelling soaps and hair cleansers.

He wanted to go home.

He was afraid to go home.

But no. That wasn't true. Not really. It wasn't that he was afraid to go home (to his home. to your home).

It was that he was ashamed. Ashamed of what he had lost. Ashamed of how he had failed.

Seeing Mipha's face (and that was her name. Mipha. the zora woman he may have once loved. not some nameless face peering out of her tomb with sad, accepting eyes) had finally made him understand the weight he carried upon his shoulders now. The burden of his past failings.

And he didn't know how to reconcile these feelings. Of who he was, and the pain he'd left in the wake of his death.

And who he was now, and his inability to grieve these people who had once meant so much to him. And who, in some ways, still did. Even if he couldn't remember why he felt as such. Even as the guilt tore him apart at the seams.

Far below, in the dark waters of the Domain's endless web of rivers. The flashing white of paper slips beneath a rising current. The ink fading into the darkness of the depths.

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AM,

Thank you for everything you've done for me. Without you, I don't know if I'd have the strength to continue on. Knowing so much has been lost because of my failure.

I'm afraid of what I'll find if I remember who I used to be. I don't think I can be the man so many remember.

I don't want to be him. He's dead. I'm not him anymore. I'm me.

Is it selfish of me to just want to be the man I am now?

I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger for you and everyone who ever believed in me. I'm sorry I don't want to remember how to be strong.

I hope one day you can forgive me.

-Link

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Back to the shadows to rest.

I forgot the tags before sleeping! Sorry Babies, I know you already found it, but I'll still tag you regardless!

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justpoliteconversations · 13 days

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Welcome to Four Simp Hell! Please enjoy your complimentary cookies :D 🍪🍪🍪

You're not supposed to tempt me further into the bottomless pit, shadowling! A self-indulgent person like me can only take so much temptation before succumbing!

I will gladly take the cookies though. Cookies are always appreciated. Thank you!❤️🍪

-Polite

#to my followers #to the lurkers

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justpoliteconversations · 18 days

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Soft Morning [Husband!Four x Reader]

Domestic bliss is quiet. And soft.

Been a rough week. So I'm taking it easy coming back into the writing scene and just basking quietly in some self indulgent nonsense. Also, I have fallen deeper into Four Simp Hell. Send help.

Masterlist

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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You come to the brink of awareness when you feel the movement of your favored pillow trying to escape from under you. Of course your sleepy self refuses this distasteful notion, tightening your sleep weakened fingers into the soft give of your traitorous pillow's sides. For your efforts, you get the soft vibrations of fond chuckles and rough, calloused fingers soothing over your exposed cheek and over your fluttering eyelids.

The feeling of dry, tacky lips pressing into the curve of your hairline eases your disgruntled mumbles, pulling a smile to your own dry lips. You tiredly turn your grimy face just enough to press a sleepy kiss into your (pillow's. traitor's. abandoner's) husband's collarbone, dozing off right after. Your forehead pressing ever harder into the firm muscles and softened flesh of his robust chest as you lose the battle to stay conscious.

You were unaware of when Link finally managed to escape from under you, readjusting you into a proper sleeping position with practiced ease. Tucking the blankets in around you to keep out the crisp morning chill threatening to nip at your exposed, sleep-warmed skin. And forcing his abandoned pillow into your lax arms, smiling as you curled yourself around it slowly (seeking comfort).

A soft, lingering kiss was placed right between your brows. A roughened finger gently wiping away the build-up at the corner of your eyes and the dryness at the corners of your mouth. Pulling a slightly pinched expression to your face as he worked out a stubborn layer of it with a nail.

Eventually, Link ran out of reasons to procrastinate the inevitable and he sighed (soul deep and aching). Tired from the early morning (so early the rooster hadn't even awaken yet. the sun had yet to peek over the horizon) and reluctant to leave the comfort of this tiny haven. But he gritted his teeth and straightened himself out. Pulled his smooth, blonde hair into a ponytail, and forced the cobwebs of sleep from his bones with a few long stretches.

He arched his back (ignoring the bite of early morning- nearly night- air on his goosebumped skin), cracked his shoulders, his hips, his elbows and knees. He loosened his joints and eased his tired muscles into his pre-morning morning routine by the power of his will alone. Occasionally looking over at your sleeping face, hidden partially in his pillow, your lashes fluttering gently as you reentered a shallow dream.

The sight of you (soft and safe and his forever more. his to hold. his to keep. his to provide for and to cherish and to love), gave Link the strength he needed to finish off his exercises and begin another day.

You awoke nearly 3 hours later, just as the first streams of sunlight peeked through the curtains of your bedroom window. Slow and aching, with your eyes still glued shut.

You almost dozed off again as the drag of sleep called to you, strong as a siren's call. But you reminded yourself that your husband would be in the workshop already. Working hard and laboring over the heat of the forge, hair pulled back from his sweat-slicked face and undoubtedly hungry (because he refused to eat without you. and as much as you loathed him going hungry, your heart fluttered at the notion that he was waiting for you).

That knowledge, more than anything, gave you the strength to pull yourself out of bed (graceless though the effort was) and begin another day.

The air was stinging cold this early in the morning, prickling your skin and nearly painful to the touch. But you pushed passed the discomfort, entering the hallway and making your way to the workshop at the other end of the house.

(Link had moved the bedroom there after you finally agreed to move in with him. Because he was loathed to disturb your slumber when the urge to craft and give shape became too strong and he inevitably started in on his newest fixation. No matter the time of day or night.)

Halfway down the hall, you heard the first rings of metal being struck. It was a familiar sound by now, and it never failed to put a pip in your steps (the thought of seeing your husband, your Link, always did. even now, when you saw him so often the shape and expressions of his face was more familiar than your own). And you smiled tiredly as you got closer.

Sunlight was streaming through the open windows of the workshop, bathing the place in the soft shine of morning's first light. Honestly, it was damned annoying (gleaming far too brightly off metal scraps. the intensity of it hurting your still sleep strained eyes).

But the way it touched the beautiful (scarred. discolored. perfect) curve of your husband's skin and labor-hardened physique made you forget all that. Because sitting before you (with stray hairs framing his concentrated face. salty sweat and grime coating every inch of his skin), was the most stunning (most divine) creature you had ever had the pleasure to set your eyes upon (and always would be, no matter how many years passed).

Fine, blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, unruly bangs escaping their confines to stick wetly to his forehead and jawline. Eyes a collage of glossy red and bright green and cool violet and steel blue, shifting and gleaming from one strike to the next. Thin lips pulled down in intense focus, reddened and dry from the heat of the forge. As were his cheeks, ears and forehead.

His work apron tied and pinched at the slim clench of his waist, straining at the width of his wide chest and broad shoulders. His work shirt's oil stained sleeves rolled up to the elbow, tight at the curved muscles of his upper arms. And his Minish tail earring, a delicate contrast to it all shimmering in the dim light of the forge's red glow.

Absolutely stunning. Like poetry in motion. Art at it's finest.

Another strike of metal, and you catch a glimpse of movement as Link's multi-colored eyes took you in for a brief moment before returning to his work. Another strike. And another.

And you waited it out patiently. Knowing that once he finished up whatever he needed to to find a good stopping point, he would properly address you.

Knowing that he would put the half-finished pieces his current project down. That he'd pull off his thick forging gloves and push the sweat-soaked hairs from his face, sighing deeply (as though coming up for breath after a long, hard dive into cold, mountain waters). He'd stretch his back in a chest bearing arch (shoulders pulled back, hands curled into fists at his shoulders). Then, put his hands on his thighs and leverage himself up like a crumpled old man (but he wasn't. you knew better than anyone just how spry and lively he could be when properly enticed).

With one last look around the shop, he'll turn to you and smile. Soft and warm and a little lopsided at the corner of his lips. Eyes beloved, soft blue, shimmering with the promise of others.

For sometimes his eyes would be heart-seeping red. Or sometimes it would be heart-fluttering green.

Or he'll kick his stool under the table and you'll be met with intense, unwavering blue taking you in from the tips of your toes to your cold-reddened ears. All with a grin bearing far too many teeth and maybe a little flex. Just enough to draw heat to your cheeks.

Or sometimes, when the clouds are heavy in the sky or the promise of rain is dark on the horizon. You'll find the calm, smooth gleam of lavender-blue set upon you with the faintest of smirks resting on his lips. The soft sigh of relief as he works the tightness out of his hands.

And then (no matter the color that sometimes seeps into his eyes. no matter the shift and turn and quirk of his lips) Link will come to you, take your hands into his and press his lips to your own. Brief and chaste, but for the gentle inhale as he pulls away and bids you good morning. Open and sincere, always. No matter his mood, no matter his temperament.

And you'll lean back in and give him a kiss of your own. You'll lift your joined hands and kiss his work worn (battle worn) knuckles, before looking back up to meet his tender, love-struck gaze.

Just like every morning before. And every morning that will come after.

But for now, you lean against the doorway of the workroom and let your eyes linger tiredly (dreamily) upon your husband. Letting a smile slip wider across your lips as you thank whatever deity will listen for bringing you to this man. And for bringing him to you.

And you promise yourself that no matter what may come. That no matter what the future may hold. That this moment. This place. This life. Will never slip away from you. And that you will fight for it, with every ounce of strength you possess.

Bathed in the heat of forge fire and the sweat of his labors, Link had made a promise to himself too (many years ago, before the ring he would one day put upon your finger had even blessed his hands). That he would never let this go. Not until death itself came to reap his soul. This life he had built for himself, and for you, with his own two hands.

That he would fight for it. With every drop of blood in his body, and every thread of courage woven into his spirit.

That he would win. As he always has.

And as he always will.

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Back to the shadows to rest.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linked universe four

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈

Sorry I'm late 😭💖 also hopefully you have a good Sunday!

No need to be sorry! I'm just glad to hear from you! I hope you're having a wonderful Sunday as well!

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I've Been Attacked!

Thank you guys! It's been a rough week and this certainly brightened my day. I hope everyone is doing well and taking care of yourselves, body and mind. ❤️

Tagging: @yourlocaltreesimp @meowingatthemoonhastomanyanimals

And of course a shout-out to my sweet shadowling(s) as well!

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I have been summoned by Fir, and so I will answer! Send them your mental (or message) thanks if you've been curious about which character I'm currently working with, because I've just been outed.

Spoiler alert on what I'm working on. Requester of it knows who they are!

So far a distance that the sounds of song birds and woodland creatures were silenced, even to Twilight's keen ears.

Feel free to disregard if you'd like!

Tagging: @xxbuttercup @capnfluffles @moonhasmanyanimals

Last sentence tag game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks for the tags @mistresslrigtar and @dubiiousfood !! Here is what I have, from the next of the depths:

Losing his arm had been a shock, but the loss of his gear was devastating.

Tagging: @flutefemme @leiladebees @louwhose @cooking-with-hailstones @embyrinitalics @ladyhoneydee @hyylia @aurathian + anyone else who wants to play!

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Apple Merchant [BOTW!Link x Isekai!Reader] (Part 5)

You spend more money. And Link becomes a local legend.

I was intending on working on a different piece tonight, but the continuous notifications for Apple Merchant keeps reminding me of how much I want to write on it. And then the self-indulgent whispers start seeping into my brain and here we are. Enjoy your ill-gotten gains, Lurkers.

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Alternate Extras: Embrace

Masterlist

TW: Choosing not to display warnings. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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Lurelin village. A beautiful little coastal town southwest of Hateno with just the right amount of sun and water to make any would-be visitor green with envy. Except no one ever mentioned the humidity (enough to drown someone in their sleep, you swear by it), the lizalfos infestation (something the game got right in concept, but wrong in scale) and the sand. The Goddess forsaken sand. The damned (neverending, grit in your teeth, tears in your eyes, gravel in your lungs) sand that got into everything.

So, no, Lurelin was beautiful and you'd thought once that maybe you'd get a house there (or maybe just plan a vacation). But you'd quickly been rid of the notion the moment you'd stepped foot onto the warm, picturesque beachfront property. Taken a deep, appreciative breath of the fresh, salty air. And then was promptly tackled out of the way of an oncoming spear by Skims (bless that man) as Adino put a pair of arrows into a lizalfos' hissing, gaping maul.

The face full of sand you'd gotten after being pile-driven into the ground just added to the experience. In the worst way possible. It had taken days for your mouth to feel clean of the unpleasant grit of sand grains and your eyes to stop tearing and burning in irritation. If not for Skim's constant care and Adino forcibly holding your hands away from your face when the pain became too much, you could have walked away with far worse than bad memories and a new distaste for sand.

That was the day you decided Lurelin would not be a place you'd be spending any significant amount of time in. No matter how friendly the locals or tasty the food or beautiful the ocean views. It just wasn't worth it. Not to you, at least. Maybe in another lifetime, it would have been a dream to strive towards. But not here. Not now.

You still had moments of unease when you think of what could have happened had Skim's not been so close (as he's always been, and as you'll hopefully always have him). And those moments were more potent when you were in the small village. Keeping you ever on edge and always within sight of your trusted guards.

So, one might ask why you'd chosen to go to that very village when you could go anywhere in southern Hyrule. In fact, (in those whispering moments of weakness) you'd ask yourself that very same question. Especially as you trudged miserably through the thick, muggy afternoon heat with Adino at your back and Skims on point (who knows where Red went. but it wasn't your business and so you dismissed the thought entirely).

The answer? Shock arrows. An unholy amount of shock arrows. Enough to break the purse of the average merchant three times over. And possibly put their children in debt too. And possibly their horse.

It's a good thing you weren't a common merchant.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Mubs." You called in friendly greeting as you set foot onto the dock, casting away your (unease) irritation and slipping into your business persona effortlessly. "Fair weather on the seas I hope?"

Pleasantries were exchanged, the latest information traded (Adino was feigning irritation as he eavesdropped, but you could see the way his eyes and ears flickered with amusement and surprise at the appropriate times. Skims was window shopping, eyeing some of the more exotic fish with open curiosity) and you ended up selling several thousand rupees worth of product to the woman. Fresh produce mostly, but also quite a few ores. Such things were always in high demand in Lurelin. Ores especially, as most coastal deposits were notoriously difficult to mine with the lizalfos infestation so prominent.

More workers died mining along the beach than to storms out at sea. And that's a very unsettling thought, given the ratio of miners to sailors in a seafaring village (of all places). Crunch the numbers, and becoming a miner in Lurelin was equivalent to a death sentence. And the general population knew that.

(It explained why crime rates were so low in Lurelin, when mining was the manual labor criminals were made to do.)

Passing off the last of Mubs' purchase to her, you waited patiently for the woman to finish storing away her newly acquired goods before speaking. "I have a large order request." You said, letting a small, costumer service smile slip onto your lips. And maybe that kind of smile was something that transcended worlds, or maybe Mubs just knew you, but she immediately looked wary (by the way she narrowed her eyes, it was probably the former. maybe).

She gestured for you to continue, and you did with cool (pained) confidence. "I need as many shock arrows as you can afford to part with." She started to gesture towards her arrow display, but you shook your head and she paused. "I need below deck inventory. Everything you've got."

Her brows shot to her hairline, incredulous as she cautioned. "Quite the order. Surely not even The Apple Merchant would part with so much rupee." You kept your smile (even and blank and you were quietly screaming inside), and she sighed. "'Course you would." She sighed again, harder, wiping the sweat from her brow before gesturing for you to follow. "Come on then. Lets see if we can't break yer infamous smile a bit, ya?"

You kept that smile. All through the walk across the rickety old docks, the bustling harbor and straight down into the musty bowels of a weathered looking ship. One guarded by no less than five full grown men. All through the talks with the big boss you kept your lips steadily pleasant and upturned. Right on through the exchange of rupees (even Mubs looked ill at the quoted amount, casting you a questioning, pitying glance as she clicked her teeth), and all the way back to shore.

Right up until the moment you collapsed into your (extra, super soft, not for you Adino you prickly jerk) inn bed, rolled over so your back was to Adino and Skims (who looked expectant and amused and far too smug for your liking) and stared at the wall with that same smiling, blank expression.

And then, slowly. You put your face into the sinfully soft pillow. And screamed.

"Damnit Link! Why do you cost me so much money when you're not even here?"

Skims laughed with his entire belly at your outburst, and Adino smirked, hiding his face to the side as a few rouge chuckles escaped him.

A wordless, muffled bellow was all they got back in exchange.

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Link stared at the truly mind-boggling number of shock arrows that'd appeared in his inventory. 6800, to be exact. Which to some may not seem like an especially outrageous number, but to Link (who usually found items in the single digits) it was a truly unfathomable number to comprehend, let alone contend with. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to take full advantage of his (thoughtful, kind, wond-) generous AM's meticulous foresight to destroy the local monster population. With feeling (so much intense, pent up feeling).

He'd take every ounce of his frustration (his blood boiling, fist clenching, teeth grinding anger) and pour it all into destroying his enemies. His worry at AM's absence from his side. His displeasure at Ms. Blue's condescending and secretive (and kind too, for all she was withholding information from him. information he'd bleed for) smiles.

And especially his rage at those Goddess forsaken, Ganon worshipping, traitorous Yiga who ruined his chance to thank AM properly for their presence in his life (because he doesn't know where he'd be if not for them. and honestly, he never wants to find out).

He'd take all those emotions and channel it into something productive. Something beneficially destructive.

So, destroy the monster population he did. And how generous of the Goddesses, to have brought him to a land of eternal rain to begin his crash course in violence-fueled stress relief. With shock arrows.

It is said amongst the general Zora population (the more outspoken poetic ones at least) that when the Returned Hero of Hyrule made his ascendance through the Domain, night became day and the land was cleansed of all things foul that would stand before him. A miracle in the flesh. He who brings the light and sun to the land of rain.

And really, they weren't wrong. For the most part.

But for those who saw this supposed miracle for themselves. They all had but one thought.

'Thank the Goddesses it's not me he's pissed at.'

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Back to the shadows to rest.

#botw x reader #botw link #link x you #link x reader #isekai reader

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justpoliteconversations · 28 days

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I loveeee the Apple Merchant series<3 are we getting more parts?? :3

Thank you for the praise and for expressing your love of the series. ❤️

Yes, there will most certainly be more on the Apple series. I'm just a very slow typist with a busy life schedule, so updates are further apart than most content creators. I am also a writer primarily motivated by their split second interests, so often times other works take the center stage for a while.

As of this time, my To Do List is as follows.

To Do List:

Yandere Series

Breakdown

Apple Merchant

Mystery Work based on Poll

As stated before, I'm a slow typist, but we'll make it there. Eventually.

-Polite

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To Obtain [Yandere!Four x Isekai!Reader]

Teamwork is the purpose of the pack. But a hive is a thing of purpose.

Second part of the yandere series. This one is quite a bit spicier than my usual fair, so be warned. Also, it's longer because it has four (five) yanderes packed in there.

(Going to edit later. I'm too tired now to do it.)

Masterlist

Set-up: Comfort [Yandere!Chain + Isekai!Reader]

Sky Route

Four Route

TW: Choosing not to disclose. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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After that night (that wretched, nightmarish night), things had gone from uncomfortably tense to downright confusing very quickly. Especially where Four was concerned (or rather, where the damned Colors were concerned).

Red, for one, had become relentless in his pursuit of your company (a shy touch on the back of your hand. fingers brushing against yours. big, doughy eyes of glittering firelight pinning you from across the camp with their intensity). Going so far as to risk conflict (terrifying, bloody conflict. so vicious Green and Time had had to step in and physically separate them) between Blue and Twilight as he'd whined and pleaded for your attention. Leaning into your space, red-pink eyes watery, ears pinned back against his skull. Pressing his red splotched face and (deceptively strong) hands into any part of you he could reach (that Twilight allowed him to reach. tense as the wolf bastard was for reasons lost on you).

Blue would be following close behind Red (as always), the air around him sparking with purpose as he put himself squarely in Twilight's territory (too close to Wild. and most certainly too close to you). Steely blue eyes scanning, assessing, before narrowing in on Twilight and staying there unwaveringly (actively provoking. so unlike his usual reactionary aggression). The twist of his thin lips firm and brimming with determination. For what, you weren't sure, but it set you on edge regardless, as though every one of your instincts were telling you to run (run, run, run, run, run-).

Vio was as distant as he always was (planning or unbothered you couldn't be sure), but you swore you could sometimes feel his sharp, calculated glance upon you (so sharp it felt like a scalpel grazing along vulnerable nerves. slowly peeling back your prickled skin with blood-chilling precision. distinctively Four. wholly Vio. entirely unwelcome). Whether you were sitting next to the fire, entertaining Wind or helping Wild tame his tangle of bed head, they always seemed to find you (even when you couldn't see. especially when you couldn't see).

Green was an enigma in his entirely. Rarely did he seem to play you much mind, and yet he seemed to be in your space more and more these days (even moreso than Red, and that's a truly anxiety inducing thought). Seated next to you at dinner time (how did he manage to get past Twilight? Wild? how did it become just the two of you, with and yet separate from the group?), walking close to you when the group traveled (how'd he get passed Hyrule? clingy and overbearing as he was?). And yet he never actively engaged you besides a slight smile or a brief glance in your direction (confusing. ringing wrong, wrong, wrong in the back of your mind).

Only Four seemed to have remained relatively unchanged. Still as polite and courteous with you as he's always been. Occasionally he got a little bossy (especially where equipment maintenance was concerned), but it was nothing unusual for the small smith and Wild got it even worse than you. So, you weren't overly concerned with him. Four was fine. He was lovely, in fact (a breath of fresh fucking air compared to the clusterfuck that was everyone else's crazy asses). It was just those damned Colors of his.

You'd like nothing more than to tell Four about how strange they've been acting, but in the end you didn't. There was no point honestly. For all they (Four and the Colors) seemed to share a common body, Four wasn't there when things got strange. There wasn't anything he could do when he didn't even exist at the same time they did. So why would you put that stress on the one guy who seemed to have his shit together? When he couldn't even do anything about it?

Because surely he wouldn't have allowed these types of behaviors to continue as they had if he had control of them. Not Blue's aggression. Not Vio's cruel disregard. Not Red's smothering. Not even Green's awkward insertion into your life. They just weren't him. They weren't Four.

(Or maybe you just didn't want to think about it. didn't want to contemplate what it meant if Four knew and did nothing at all.)

And loath as you were to admit it (no matter how much it hurt your pride. or put your teeth on edge. or tensed the muscles in your throat and jaw), Twilight wouldn't let anyone (let alone a bunch of psychopathic Four copies) do anything unsavory to you. As much as you wanted to hate him, Twilight really was your shield against the craziness that was the rest of the chain (except for Sky. damned Sky who had killed people and whimpered like a damned victim when he didn't get his way).

So. You kept quiet. You endured Red's whimpering and Blue's aggression and even Green's passive presence creeping into nearly every part of your life. You endured and let Twilight run them off when they got handsy or too overwhelming to bare. You endured and breathed a quiet sigh of relief when you opened your eyes and saw the patchwork of colors on Four's vest. You endured and just ignored it.

And then. It happened. On a night like any other night (it should have been like any other night).

(How could this have happened? why was this allowed to happen. please. please don't let this happen. Twilight. Twilight, please.)

Blue had gotten into your (into Twilight's) space. Quiet and tense and far too intense to be anything but a provoking gesture. Nearly trapping you between himself and Red (where was Wild? he should have been behind you), so close you could feel the heat of his hip and waist as it brushed up against you (Wild was with Green. he was showing him something shiny. some kind of mineral. wrong, wrong, wrong. Green never paid attention to Wild. not like Red did. Green didn't put himself out there like that. not without a reason).

You had immediately locked eyes with Twilight, silently pleading with him to make them back off. Because Red was so, so much already. You couldn't deal with Blue too. And something was wrong. Something felt different about them tonight (why was Red gripping your hand like that? his eyes weren't even on you. they were on Blue, the red of them so intense they glowed like wildfire).

And Twilight had answered. Because he always did. No matter what, he always came to your defense when things got tense.

Blue had squared up with him, eyes glinting steely blue beneath the determined set of his brows (something was different), nearly black with their intensity. Green was making his way over even as Twilight stood to full height to face Blue. Perhaps to talk him down. Maybe to physically drag Blue away as Green had done in the past (something was different. where was Wild? he wasn't where he was supposed to be).

(Where did Green send Wild off to, something whispered quietly in your mind. your heart racing. your gut screaming for you to run, run, run-)

Red was standing suddenly (no. it can't be. this isn't happening). And just like that, Twilight paused, staring down two Colors where once there was only one.

And then Green stepped right up behind Blue, a calm smile on his lips. And drew his sword.

"Sorry, Twilight." Green said smoothly, sounding so damned genuinely apologetic as he continued (as the sound of two other swords being drawn echoed through the tense, still, quiet clearing). "But Four's tired of waiting. And honestly, so are we. You understand how this works."

Twilight's lips pulled back into a grimace and suddenly you understood. Because how could you have not seen it when it had been right there all along (staring you right in the face. red, hearth warm eyes drowning in their obsession. sharp blue tracking you with quiet intensity). How could you have not thought of this outcome (how could you have missed Twilight's unease. he was rarely tense around the others. not even when Hyrule or Legend or Wind or even fucking Wars got close. how did you not notice how determined he'd been to keep the Colors at a distance?).

How could you have not noticed how outnumbered Twilight was all this time? Just watching as a larger, more well coordinated pack closed in from all sides, eyeing him at their leisure, taking his measure (finding his weaknesses). He'd been on the defensive from the beginning (like a cornered animal. like a lone wolf).

And they'd found those weaknesses. Patient. Cunning. Perfectly in sync. With the ability to come from all angles at once. A pack primed for the killing blow.

Wild was gone (Green had done that. he'd gotten Twilight alone). Time was keeping his distance, merely watching with quiet exasperation (Vio at his side. knowing lavender-blue gaze set on Time's face with unsettling ease, the slightest slip of a smile at the corner of his lips. smug).

(Checkmate. This was his checkmate, wasn't it? His victory. And you never even noticed the plays being made right. in. front. of. you.)

One nod from Time and Twilight sighed, running a rough hand through his dark hair, letting the tension in his shoulders lessen.

And then he moved away, casting an apologetic, reassuring smile your way. Sorry that you had been taken from his care, but not concerned enough to truly fight for you. Not when Time was allowing this to happen. Not when he was backed up against the wall (not when he wasn't actually losing anything but another body to tuck in when Wild finally settled enough to sleep).

And just like that you belonged to Four. And the Colors. And no one was even concerned by this (no one cared. no one saw anything wrong with this. they thought this was acceptable behavior. that this was okay when it wasn't. it really, really wasn't).

Twilight was gone (off to track down Wild), and everyone else went back to doing their nightly routines. And you were suddenly alone between Blue and Red, standing in the middle of it all feeling numb and chilled to your very bones.

In that moment, you were more alone than you'd ever been before (had you ever actually not been alone all this time? when no one else seemed to understand just how frightened you were? when they all just assumed you were going to be taken care of no matter who had you and therefore everything was okay).

So dazed were you by the turn of events, you didn't even notice the flicker of blue in your vision before the air was stolen from your lungs. A hand (calloused, shaking with excitement and forceful) balled into your shirt, pulling you down with overwhelming strength. Another gripping into your hair as warm, dry lips pressed harshly (savagely) against yours with ravenous hunger.

You froze at the contact, body tensing and mind going blank in panic as the hand gripping into your hair twisted. Forcibly turning your head for a better angle as something wet brushed against your lips softly (surprisingly gentle for the roughness of everything else).

You hadn't even the time to put your hands up and fight back before the man kissing you was ripped away, the hand still tangled in your hair tugging harshly before it (finally. mercifully) let go.

Freed, you gasped in fresh, life-giving (mind clearing) air. Your lips tingling and warm while the back of your head ached from the sudden punishing pulling it'd had to endure. Gentle, supporting hands were on you then, reeling you in close to lean against a warm, unmoving body.

"The fuck Green!" Blue hissed, lips and cheeks flushed red but his eyes brimming with livid rage. "Why'd you do that?"

Green leveled him with a neutral smile, holding your shaking form a bit closer as he said, firmly. "They're scared, Blue. You're moving too fast."

Blue huffed up, looking murderous and ready to fight. Until Red put a hand on his arm and said earnestly. "You're really scary sometimes, you know! You should be more gentle with them the first time!"

That made Blue pause, and after he finally looked at you (at you. not towards you or for you. but actually at you) and realized that you were shaking and gasping against Green's side, he averted his gaze. Face flushed and expression twisted into quiet anger (at himself. for getting ahead of himself. and for forgetting that for all they knew you, you didn't yet know them).

"Whatever." He mumbled, turning away. "I'm setting up the beds." Then he snapped. "They're sleeping closest to me! Come on, Red!"

Red hesitated, but one hard glare from Blue got him moving. "Coming!" Then he smiled at you, warm and sweet and brimming with excitement. "Don't be scared, kay? We're going to protect you now!" And then he ran to Blue, and they began setting up their sleeping area (five places, not four. and the thought made you shiver).

The hand supporting you rubbed tenderly against your side. "It'll be okay." Green told you reassuringly, his thumb pressing circles into your skin as he side hugged you gently. "They just need time to calm down."

(No. it won't be okay. this is wrong. this is so wrong.)

Later that night, with Blue sleeping at your feet and Red spooned in from behind (still awake. his heart thundering against your back in excitement. legs intertwined with yours and his hands tucked into the dips of your hips like vices), giggling and shaking like a damned small dog with pent-up energy. You lay awake, quiet and hoping Red would just go to sleep soon so you didn't have to hear his whispered 'love you's and 'so perfect's and 'I can't wait. I'm so excited's.

You watched the campfire burning in the distance to distract yourself from the circles his thumbs were rubbing into your hips. Far away. Away from Twilight or Wild (who was still awake and pissy after he'd found out what happened) and anyone else who might (might) have helped you if Red decided to continue where Blue left off (the thought made you want to curl up and disappear).

You closed your eyes and held back a sob as you remembered Vio's words (upset that such things would have ever had to be said to you. upset that they comforted you regardless).

After Green had left to go soothe things over with Twilight (and Wild), Vio had sat down beside you (as you both watched Red and Blue fight over sleeping arrangements) and begun talking. And God, how you wish he hadn't (you were thankful he did).

"They won't do more than touch you. Just hit them if they go too far. Despite his temperament, Blue will not strike you." He'd said coolly, not even taking his eyes off his brothers as they devolved into a brawl right over the spread of bedrolls. Red doing surprising well in pinning Blue down by the back of his tunic.

You wanted to yell at him that they shouldn't be touching you at all. That you didn't want to have to deal with this. You didn't though, because you knew (with heartbreaking, blood-chilling certainty) that it wouldn't change a damned thing. You didn't have a voice before, and you most certainly didn't now. Especially not with four others there to overpower your pitiful whispers and pleading screams (outnumbered and cornered, you wanted to giggle. though not the happy kind. not the sane kind).

His hand was on yours, fingers curling gently around your fist (what need have he to use force against trapped prey? why assert dominance when you were already completely under his power). "Four will be here tomorrow. When you wake, he will allow you to set boundaries." His cool, lavender-blue eyes flickered to yours. "Within reason."

You couldn't meet his eyes any longer as you asked, submissive and withdrawn. "How do you know?"

Vio blinked, face blank and eyes dispassionate as he asked. "Are you afraid of who you become when you dream?" You didn't get to answer when he continued, his hand (softer than Blue's, thinner than Green's, cooler than Red's) tightening on yours. "We know because it's what we want. Four is us, and we are Four. There is no one without the others."

Ice ran down the length of your spine. Your heart quivered. All the pieces falling into place right before your eyes.

"Speak to Four when he awakens. We will hear you with every part of us then." He said simply. And then he continued, more quietly. "Do not be afraid. He will protect you, from even himself if he must. As he always has."

Then he leaned in, his lips nearly brushing against your ear as he whispered. "He is our conscience, after all."

And suddenly. You understood. It all made sense now. The feeling of wrongness. The unease. The fear.

Four was their soul. Their shared center. Their conscience. And the longer they stayed separated, the further they strayed from his guiding inner voice.

They really were a group of psychos. Truly. And now, they owned you. And they could do anything they wanted to you. And the only thing keeping them from ripping you apart was the imprint of Four's will.

Red giggled again, one hand slipping up just the slightest bit until his fingers brushed the delicate skin of your waist. He quietly gasped at the feeling, shaking with repressed desire. Pressing his face into your neck, his mouth opening slightly before it snapped back closed with a muted click.

You closed your eyes and prayed for morning to come sooner. For Four to look up from polishing his tools and give you a small, tired smile. The sunlight shinning off his beautifully gold-spun hair like a rolling field of wheat. His eyes warm and sweet with fondness.

'Good morning.' He'll say, and you'll reply in kind. Relieved and grateful and safe (and you won't think about what Green said. you won't think about the implications. you just won't think about any of it).

You'll wake up tomorrow and Four will be there. Steady and reliable and helpful. Calm and collected and kind. Sweet and respectful and understanding. You'll tell him everything this time. You'll be completely honest (no you won't), and he'll make it right.

Because Four is reasonable. Because he'll protect you from even himself. Because he's a good person (because he won).

(And if you keep saying it enough. Maybe one day you'll actually fucking believe that load of bullshit. Except, you really, really won't. Not now, not ever.)

Because he loves you.

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Back to the shadows.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere four

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Favor [Twilight x Reader]

You want Twilight to go exploring with you. Twilight regrets everything (and nothing at all).

Wrote this one for someone I was chatting with recently. You know who you are!

Masterlist

TW:

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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"Please." You begged in the sweetest voice you could muster, hands clasped together and eyes widened in your best attempt at puppy eyes. By the blush that crept up Twilight's cheeks and down the length of his neck, you were succeeding. You just needed to push a little more (just enough to break his resistance).

You placed your hands gently on his arm (oh, and what an arm it was. farmhand indeed) and gently squeezed, pushing yourself closer with a pout. Blinking up at him with obvious intent (not that it mattered. you could see his will breaking a little more with each flutter of your lashes).

"Please, Twi. Pretty please." You whined, reaching up to cup his cheek and turn his head back when he tried to turn his face away (trying to resist the temptation that was your pouty lips and sparkling eyes) "Baby. Please~ I need it. I need you~"

He choked softly, eyes widening briefly and face flushing beet red before he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and pinned his ears back. Going so far as to press his hands to his ears and shake his head in denial. Blushing scarlet from the roots of his sandy blonde hair to the sun-kissed skin peeking out from his fur collar.

"I can't. Time said we're not supposed to." He reasoned (whimpered), peeking one timid blue eye open. Only to yelp and cover his face with both hands when he found your own right up in his space, eyes boring into his own with mischievous confidence.

"Darling~" You breathed right up against the backs of his hands, grinning when his breath hitched and his whole body shivered. His ears perked forward to track you even as he pretended he wasn't listening. "My hero. My Link~" You cooed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss across his calloused knuckles.

You saw the way his whole body clenched at the small action. How his breathing tightened and turned laborious around the quiet whine that was building in his throat.

Just a little more, and you had him. He was practically falling apart at the seams in real time right in front of you. Just another little push, and it would be your victory.

You kissed his hand again (lingering for the briefest moments. chuckling throatily when the man whimpered helplessly), before moving slightly to place another at his temple. Inhaling at his hairline, reveling in the shuddering breath that stuttered from his lips.

Twilight breathed, soft and pleading and quivering with emotion (submission in motion. the inevitable fall). "Please. I can't-" His breath hitched when you pressed your warm, moist lips against his senitive ear.

"Please." You whispered, cradling his tensing jaw in your hands, caressing the warm skin of his cheeks with your thumbs. "Just do this one little favor for me."

A shuddering sigh. The clenching of his sharp jawline under your hands. The tension building, building, building in his shoulders, his back, his neck. And then-

All the tension just rushed out of his body at once. Near boneless, he leaned forward, hands still covering his reddened face, and pressed up against the crook of your shoulder. Whining. "You're unfair. You know that, right darlin'?"

You laughed softly, nuzzling your face into the fluff of his oily (smells like wet dog. and hay. and sweat. and honestly it's kind gross but you like it anyway) hair as you wrapped your arms as best you could around his broad shoulders. Eyes alight with victory. "Yup!"

He sighed. Before a chuckle left his lips and he finally removed his face from his hands. His beautiful eyes painfully fond as he said, exasperated. "You're going to be the death of me, someday."

You just grinned. "Nah! You're too stubborn for that! Now let's go before the others get suspicious!"

He shook his head, before taking your hands in his and putting them to his flush-warmed cheeks. Inhaling slowly. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

The grin that split your face was nothing short of shit-eating and Twilight regretted everything.

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Back at camp (seated next to the fire just starting to rise to full strength), Wars smirked playfully as he leaned over Time's shoulder. "You're just going to let them wander off?"

Time looked over his shoulder to catch War's gaze, before a small grin (an impish grin. a frey grin) slipped across his lips. "Well. If they want to do a few extra patrols around the area, who am I to stop them."

Wars blinked. Once. Twice. And then he grinned wide enough to nearly split his face. "You're a menace."

Time blinked slowly, lips still curled up at the edges. "Now that's just unfair. I told them not to go, didn't I?"

Wars snorted in amusement. "I guess you're right." Then he put his cheek in his palm and hummed. "Wonder when they'll figure out there's nothing there."

Time smiled. Soft and genuine. Fondly. "Oh. Twilight knows. He just likes it when they ask for favors."

Silence. And then Wars was bent over howling with laughter (red faced and gasping with it). "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

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Back to the shadows to rest.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #linked universe twilight #twilight x reader

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To Keep [Yandere!Sky x Isekai!Reader]

In the hands of a God killer, what is mortal flesh.

And so it begins. Took a late request for all the Chain boys as yanderes and thought it'd be a fun project. Here's the first one. It's messy and took a completely different direction from the original plan (as usual). Be warned! (May edit later. Maybe?)

Masterlist

Set-up: Comfort [Yandere!Chain + Isekai!Reader]

Sky Route

Four Route

TW: Choosing not to disclose. Read at your own discretion.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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You weren't sure exactly when the change had happened in Sky, except that it had started sometime after your attempt to return home (escape) that fateful night (that awful, terrifying, blood soaked night). What you were sure of though, was how absolutely screwed you were. Because while the boys had had their issues regarding boundaries and personal space since the damned near moment you'd met them, none of them had ever specifically targeted you as the object of their undivided affection (protection. possession. obsession).

Until now, that is. And out of all of them, it had to be Sky. The one man you knew, without a shadow of a doubt (you'd seen the red, red, red drip of it on his clothes, his hands, his face below lightning shattered eyes), had a body count hidden under that tired, heart-warming smile. Had killed someone (many someones) without remorse. Without a backwards glance (with his bare hands. with his bare fucking hands).

And honestly you were just so, so confused as to why this had happened. So damned anxious by the abruptness of it. So unsettled you'd barely had the stomach to hold anything down properly for the last few days (much to Wild's and Hyrule's concern). So terrified sleep did not come, even with the drag of exhaustion so strong against the strain of your bones it pulled tears to your eyes.

There had been no sleep last night either. Not when the object of your unease (your bone-deep terror) was pressed right up against your (vulnerable) back, hot, wet breath fanning across the sensitive nape of your exposed neck (so close you could feel the flutter of his long, thick lashes against your skin). Solid, heavy arms around your carefully still body, calloused hands (powerful hands. God killing hands) resting limply around your waist, lightly cradling you as though you were precious beyond compare (so gentle. so tender. so confusingly intimate when there was no reason for such closeness).

He was awake (but dozing). You knew this all too well. He was always conscious when he was this gentle with you (so, so gentle you almost forgot what he was under those warm, loving eyes and adoring smiles).

Your heart shuddered remembering his arms squeezing around you the first time you'd tried to pull away from his sleeping grasp. Unyielding hands digging into your flesh. Seizing, bruising, punishing. Possessing strength so great your bones creaked against the press of your veins and desperate gasps had fallen breathlessly from your gaping mouth. And through it all he'd gritted his teeth behind you in fitful slumber, his might so beyond you he hadn't even stirred at your pitiful struggles or breathless cries.

Blue had had to pry him off with every ounce of strength he possessed, Red beside him keeping Sky's clutching hands from digging straight through your chest. It had been Twilight (fucking Twilight) who had pulled you free at the end, taking a hit to the face with barely a flinch when Sky launched himself for you with the promise of death in his uncomprehending eyes.

Time had to comfort Sky after. When he'd awakened to the painful beating Wild was raining down on him while the scarred man was desperately trying to get him to let go of Twilight's throat (you'll give Twilight this, despite everything. the bastard would not let up, even with hands at his throat).

But at the end of it all, they had given you back to him. Looking so sorry for you and yet so fucking sympathetic and relieved as Sky had coddled you into his arms and apologized over and over for hurting you. Just please don't pull away from him like that. It hurts him. It drives him crazy. Don't leave him.

(Fucking insanity. They were all fucking insane. Sky was delusional. This was wrong. This was so fucked up. 'Help me. Please, someone help me.')

Sky, you had learned, was a man built of power so raw and ancient and primal it ripped mortal flesh from his bones and left something other in its wake (touched by the goddess' Hyrule had whispered to you, magic pulsing like a living thing in his wide, wonder-filled eyes). Like lightning rushing through his veins, intertwined so intimately with his blood they were one in the same. Always. And it was only through the will of his bleeding heart that that might had tempered to something almost human. Almost fragile (you shook to remember those hands on you. the quiet grinding of his teeth in your ear as you'd choked and gasped and struggled and he'd pulled you in so incredibly close his skin burned against you. his wet, hot breath against your sweat-slicked skin).

(You still remember him muttering, soft and snarled and whimpering, "Don't take them. Please don't take them. They're mine. They're mine-" as your lungs had burned and your eyes had clouded with silent tears. As Blue had pulled and snarled and Red had grunted and fought for every inch of breathing room you greedily clung to.)

You never tried to pull away from him again. He kissed the back of your head each night in silent apology. His hands caressing down your side, as though looking for wounds that were no longer there (so sweet. so loving as they hesitantly pressed against your skin and flesh. ever gentle. ever careful.)

(When sleep came to him, the firm press of his arms frightened you. Terrified you. Broke you down and left you numb and compliant to his tender ministrations.)

Just before dawn, Sky will loosen his grip and rest his arm upon your still form (dozing quietly. basking in your presence. your scent). Then he'll stretch around you with a jaw-cracking yawn. He'll lean forward (as though he's not already plastered to you already) and press his forehead to your nape, breathing in deeply (fortifying himself for the day, apparently). Then he'll grunt unhappily (just the once), hoist himself onto one elbow, tuck the blankets around your neck and shoulders with care and then finally pull himself out of the bedroll.

He'll stop in front of your still form, bend down onto his hands and press a soft, lingering kiss onto your forehead (eyes closed, cheeks and ears faintly pink). Then he'll make his way over to Wars to relieve him from watch. Wars will make a playful joke about your's and Sky's 'relationship' and bed sharing before marriage, and Sky will blush from ear to ear and all the way down his neck while never denying any of it. Wars will laugh, patting Sky on the back before heading off to sleep. After the other is gone Sky will smile dopily, ears pinned back bashfully as he stares into the pre-dawn sky and sighs in bliss.

Like clockwork.

It's almost time for Sky to get up. Any moment now he'll stretch against you (around you. damned near on top of you) and yawn in your ear. You just have to wait a little longer, and then you'll be free. At least until later that night when he comes to you (he never calls to you these days. he will always, always come to you). Or until he starts feeling uneasy with your distance (since Hyrule's 'incident', he never could stand his loved ones to be too far from his sight) and moves closer to walk beside you while Wars makes a light hearted comment and Time chuckles at Sky's reddening face.

If he's feeling especially bold, Sky will brush his fingers against yours. If you don't protest (you never do. you're too frightened to find out what will happen if you do. to have those desperate lightning-shattered eyes on you once more) he may even hold your hand (with Wind play gagging in the background).

He'll look into your eyes (his own so, so love struck it made your stomach clench with longing and fear both) and tell you how happy he is that Hylia brought you to him (gave you to him. made you for him). Then he'll smile, that hopeful, heart melting smile of his, and maybe chance a kiss to your cheek.

You hoped it didn't happen. These soft, domestic interactions that made you forget (if even for a moment) what they'd done to you. What he'd done to you. What they were still doing to you and would continue to do to you.

Your heart was already so battered and conflicted from all that had happened. Frightened and betrayed but desperate for comfort and security wherever you could find it (even from the fuckers who did this to you).

A yawn. The tensing of limbs arching around you and warmth finding home in the scarce space between your bodies. The rustling of Sky's night shirt against your own as he shifted and shivered (with cold or something else, you didn't know. you never knew) against you.

His muscles eased once more as he finished his stretching, his forehead pressing against your neck with a contented sigh.

And then, a hesitant kiss. Little more than the press of lips against your warm skin.

That. Was new. And it took everything in you not to tense. To not give away your sleepless state even though it was so obvious to everyone but Sky you did not sleep well in his arms (yet, whispered something quiet and despairing in your heart).

Another kiss. Bolder this time as his muscles flexed and he pulled you closer by the waist. And then, he spoke. Quietly. And your heart trembled at the words.

"I can't wait for our wedding day." He breathed dreamily, and you could feel the smile curving around his plush lips as he continued just as softly. "Meeting you has made everything worth it, you know. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." His breath hitched as he buried his face in your hair (hiding a blush. hiding his growing desire).

"I'm glad Hylia showed me the error of my ways that night. I was moving too slow, as usual." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, and your blood ran cold at the implications (at the realization that began to take form in your mind). "Guess I'll always have to risk losing what's important to me for me to appreciate it properly."

A hand (rough hands. powerful hands. hands that had killed a God) reached over and cradled the side of your face. Turning your head until you were looking up at him (when had you opened your eyes?), meeting his gaze as he hovered over you with a warm, sweet smile (wrong, wrong, wrong). "Don't hide from me anymore, my heart. Don't run."

You could see the fractures sparking bright and vivid in the intense blue of his eyes. Like streaks of lightning swirling great arches towards his pupils. Breaking down at the seams, but overwrought with power so great it was bleeding through.

"I will always follow. No matter where you go." And his smile, twisted, warped, fractured.

"Because in my dreams. I always catch you."

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Back to the shadows to rest forever.

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #linked universe #yandere sky #isekai reader

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