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twilightaurora · 9 months

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bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

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

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

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

word count: 6.4k

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

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does.

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

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

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

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

“You alright there, darl’?”

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just checking, is all.”

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

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

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

A moment later, your name is called.

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

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

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

“What’s up, Sage?”

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

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

There’s no paint decorating his skin.

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

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

A paintbrush.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

Goddesses, this man is too much for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This what you wanted, Sage?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By the Three, is it working...

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

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

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

“Hnng…”

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants to find out.

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

Fuck, it’s so hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grin.

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

“Now my hips.”

You swallow thickly.

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

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

Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, a matching smile on your lips.

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

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

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

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

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hah… fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

But you’re not stupid.

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

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

You nod before he even finishes his words.

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises.

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

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

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

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

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.”

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

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

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

“Mmm…ah”

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

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

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

“Link…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs.

“Sorry, Vet.”

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

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

Oh no – you know that look.

“Wild…” you murmur carefully.

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

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

bonus:

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

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

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writting-for-a-chain-of-heros · 2 months

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Things Time would do for you if he liked you,

When the old man likes you:

First off if you're a part of the chain & on the younger side you're getting the same treatment as the rest of the boys,which is being an unpredictable canon that switches between stern, soft or goofy, you can never really know what you're going to get from him at any moment.

If you're on the older side he's giving you a lot more of an authoritative respect and might see you as a second in command similar to Warriors & Twilight depending on your capabilities of course.

Relaxes more if you do prove to be capable because that's at least one more person he feels he doesn't have to look after & trust you with bigger tasks/responsibilities in the group especially when the group has to separate

If you're not up to the responsibility then he's fine with you being in charge of less stressful work in the group

But one thing is for certain is that he lets you get away with a lot more than if you were a stranger or someone he wasn't close with.

You can joke and tease him as much as you like (to a limit) as long as you don't go overboard he'll either indulge in amusement or give you the look if he's not in the mood

After every battle he makes sure that you aren't injured & to get you medical help asap; Now to be fair he's this way with anyone he travels with after a battle but if you're someone he cares about he's personally putting his hands on you gently to tend to any injuries and carries you off in his arms(even if you protest to being able to walk on you own) anyways.

Whenever he's out shopping for supplies in the market he makes sure to get something you'd like with his spare rupees especially if he's noticed you've been having a much harder time during the travel recently

He lets you sleep on him when you fall asleep during watch or on his back when he's carrying you after fighting in a dungeon all day.

Depending on how close you two are, he'll sometimes brush the hair out of your face or instead of risking the chance of ruining your rest by trying to move he'll let you sleep against him until you wake up.

He’ll do meaningless tasks repeatedly if you ask him,even if it annoys him he's not going to voice it out if it's somewhat necessary to you but he will help you learn to do it on your own after some point.

If you ask this man to cut your apples for you 46 times he'll cut your apples for you 46 times but he's going to start teaching you how to cut your own apples after the 18th time you've ask in 20 minutes

PRANKS!!

Pranks,Pranks,Pranks,Pranks,Pranks

This man is a pranksters

This man will prank you a lot if he likes you,the minute he's able to be as ridiculouse as he likes around you is when you've reached into being a part of his inner most closest circles, the more silly he is around you the closer you are to him.

A Lot of his pranks are simple and fun with no real harm but they're so sudden/unexpected you're never prepared for them until it's too late.

Hot peppers in your soup

Mud in your shoes in the morning

Sudden jump scares when he sees you're alone.

Finding rocks instead in your rupee pouch

Your pillow case has a cuckoo inside when you go to bed

The strap on your bag & clothes have been tampered with

Your shoes are ties to a branch that drops a bucket of flour on you when you reach to grab them

Despite their unpredictability, luckily for you the pranks are typically far and few between as Time is still a busy person with responsibilities to hold up but that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun tormenting you once & a while.

If you're someone he likes he'll take what you say into deep consideration and respects your input into things more then he's willing to show.

Overall he sees you as someone he can trust and enjoy having in his company with

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #ask #lu time #fluff #headcanons #time x reader

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wayfayrr · 9 months

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just got home from work lol - a dq worker. i had an idea of Time reacting to someone who worked as a fast food worker, specifically dairy queen cause of the potential for a funny interaction: "oh yeah i worked for Dairy Queen™" "you worked for lon lon ranch?"

"no there is literally a company named Dairy Queen.. i sold ice cream.." and then starts a whole conversation on what the hell ice-cream is lmao.

gonna be very honest with you dq-anon hope you don't mind me calling you that I've only really heard of dairy queen through that one girl's tiktoks because they don't exist in the UK dvjcedfc one of my wives (@angry-trashcan) told me more about what they're like and I focused more on the ice cream/ customer service voice part of it - I hope you like it!

“So you've mentioned needing to get back to your own world for the sake of your job, if it's alright may I ask what just what it is?"

"hmm? Sure? it's not really private, the only reason I haven't talked about it is because it hasn't come up in conversation yet."

"I work at a place called Dairy Queen™ or at least I did, they might have fired me…"

Time looks like he's about to ask me a question, not that I can blame him. Our worlds are very different. I doubt he's heard of it ever before. Well, I know that because it doesn’t exist here.

"I don't think I've ever seen you at lon lon ranch before, well and the fact that you've already said you're not from Hyrule."

"... There's a company called Dairy Queen in my world. we sell ice cream."

There’s the look I expected from him, utter confusion. Hyrule really doesn't have anything in common with my own world, nothing I could compare to the chains anyway. How could the post-industrial era even hope to compare to a mediaeval land where magic actually exists?

“...Ice cream?”

Yeah, I shouldn’t have expected him to know what that was. Really though does Hyrule not have ice cream at all? It’s not hard to make; with magic, it can’t be too hard to make a freezer.

“It’s well, it’s frozen cream with sugar and flavour? Honestly, I’m not sure the best way to describe it when I can't just show you. For now, I’ll just say that it tastes amazing and that you’re missing out.”

“Maybe you could show me some time then, we should be able to find the correct ingredients at some of the villages here and Wild has a spare ice rod or two to freeze it.”

“Keep the money for more important supplies Time, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Here’s where I’d happily take bets with the others for if he was going to drop it or not, what with how he rarely drops lectures it wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t drop it until I agreed with him. But he seems to have more respect for things that people don’t want to talk about with their past than accidents so who knows?

“Aside from that then, what is your work like?”

"It's work..? I mean the only real skills I picked up are accidentally tipping drinks on people and my 'service voice'."

Most of this is just going to be him all confused, isn't it? what I wouldn't do at this point to show him exactly what I mean…

"You haven't got any more questions have you?"

"... what was that?"

"well I can't show you most things are like where I work, but I can show you how I act around customers. So how can I help you sir?"

Laughing at his face was so easy at this point, the fear in his eyes at how much I can change my voice so easily, worse than it's been towards any monster he's faced on this journey.

He’s more worked up about my voice than the shadow…

“...please don’t do that again [name].”

“Come on Time, it can’t be that bad can it?”

“You - you can stop pulling that face Old man.”

He really does live up to that name, now I can’t help but wonder if ‘old man’ is Hyrule’s equivalent of boomer, from how they use it? How mean would it be to teach wind and wild what that means? Introduce Hyrule to ‘Ok boomer’. I’d just have to make sure time never learns what it means or that it's from my world.

“Can we just… just go back to explaining what ice cream is?”

“I think I would prefer to tease you more. But fine I can go back to trying to explain it better for you.”

#sorry this took a while for me to write!!#I've been really busy with work and uni prep!!#hopefully when I start uni I can be more consistent #linked universe x reader #link x reader #lu time #time x reader #moss✦answers #moss✦writes

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pinkalmondcake · 9 months

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I just had to sketch this scene quickly! It was really fun and I tried a more disney comic look to it! Took me an hour or less, I'm kind of happy with how it turned out as well!

My main masterlist and my art café if you're interested ✨💖

Original version is from the comic by @linkeduniverse

#legend of zelda #link #linked universe #loz link #link x reader #link x you #loz #linked universe x reader #time x reader #ocarina of time #the legend of zelda #lu time #lu time x reader

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mishwanders · 8 months

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Hi again

Can I pat Time’s head please👉👈

I’d force a side part in his hair so he can be like the other Links

I love him I swear

Ima do you one better - wash his hair and give him head pats for sitting somewhat well lol.

Characters: Lu Time x GN!Reader

A/N+Warnings: N/A, we are forcing old boy to get his hair done. Safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

“Will you sit still, please?”

Time sat in front of you by the stream, crossing his arms as you continued to comb through his moblin gut covered locks.

“I would if you’d stop pulling so hard.” He muttered, ready for this whole experience to be over with.

You scoffed. “Is that a complaint I hear? You know I could go get Wars to come over here and deal with it.”

Goddesses, the thought of Wars trying to get the moblin guts out sounded like a nightmare with how meticulous that man already about his own hair. Time has more than enough memories of the wars with the man trying to do his hair, only for him to place his hat over it and ruin the look.

He’d rather pass on than experience that again.

“That’s not necessary.” He said, “I’d rather it be you than him.”

“Okay. I’ve almost got it all out, just sit still for a bit longer.” You replied, going back to your meticulous work of pulling the guts out. Thankfully it didn’t take much longer of the pulling before you finally set the comb down. But the next thing he knew you were soaking his scalp in cold river water, causing him to yelp at the sudden sensation before you began to lather up the lye soap in his hair.

“Is this really necessary?” He complained, taking hold of your wrists while he looked up at you.

“Do you want to continue to smell like moblin guts until we get to town?” You countered

He sighed, resigning and allowing you to continue your work. “Fair point.”

He could sense you were smiling in triumph over bring allow to take the reigns in this situation, your hands massaging the lathered suds in. It felt nice, almost enough to make him relax.

Almost.

He couldn’t help but also be hyper aware of where the others were, knowing for a fact that they (specifically the Veteran) would have something to say about it later.

When you were done, you had him bend over the water, pouring more cold river water over his head to get the suds out. When he stood up and looked back at you, he looked nothing like the hero you knew and more like a wet dog fresh out of the bath. His long locks were straight in front of his face, sticking to his skin.

You chuckled at the sight of it, before dragging him back without another word and forced him down in front of you. He was practically blinded with a towel as you ruffed up his hair again.

“Is this completely necessary?” He asked, his words muffled by the towel.

“Oh absolutely!”

You removed the towel from his head to find his hair had puffed up from the vicious way you were handling it. He could feel your hand gently patting it, hearing the small “boop” leave you.

Hylia, give him patience -

You also weren’t done there. You combed through it and messed with it in a million different ways, styling it in each of the other Chains hair styles for the fun of it, even taking to attempting to put some braids in it at some point (which he had to admit, he kind of liked) in an attempt to find something different he might like but you ended up styling it in the way you knew he liked the best, the same middle part and bangs you were accustomed to seeing him with. You could see the man visibly relieved to have his hair back the way he liked, moblin gut free as you stood in from of him, gently patting his bangs in place before patting the top of his head. By that point he was getting flustered and tired of sitting in one place, so you let him go free. “Okay, I’m done.”

He gently patted his bangs in place, ensuring the would stay that way himself before giving you his thanks. Your smile was practically beaming from his minor praise. He knew you enjoyed being helpful, even if it was something small like this. Your expression made a smile tug at his lips as well. “You did good. Maybe next time I could put in a braid or two.”

Oh that absolutely got your gears turning in your head, the ideas on what to do flowing like the river beside you. “Yes! And I can put some pretty flowers in too! Oh oh oh - what if we cleaned of some of the bones of one of the animals Wild hunts and use it as a hair piece? You’d look so cool with that! Which one do you think you’d prefer?”

He chuckled at how excited you were over it, although the thought of having bones in his hair was not something he ever considered. He gently patted your shoulder and responded.

“Surprise me.”

#writing: Time #lu time #time x reader #lu time x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #linked universe fanfiction #the chain x reader #chain x reader #sfe #I am sorry if there are typos I did just write all of this in one go lol

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fourstarsoutofnine · 4 months

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“I want auroras and sad Prose, I want to watch wisteria grow…”

Here’s my master list! I got help from the lovely @beyondtheglowingstars with setting it up. I figured out how to do the links so I think I’ll be able to update it👍 here we go!

The Chain

Chain with free cuddles reader:

pt1(time, sky, twilight)

pt2(legend, four, hyrule)

pt3(wild, wars)

Sick reader + ambush pt1, pt2 (healing)

Chain with a weighted blanket

Reader and a snake

Chain + just dance

Chain as funny texts: pt. 1, pt2, pt3

Four

Lightning

Four with an s/o who helps with his hair

Four with a clumsy s/o (hurt/comfort, major angst)

Pining’s for trees

How to date (color centric)

Forge

Legend

Slow dancing in the dark

Bad day

Legs! What’s on the menu?

Willow

Dancing on my own

Twilight

The Chain meeting Twilight’s s/o

Hyrule

Reassurance

Are ya winnin, traveler?

Wind

Lake Shenanigans with the Hero of Winds

Escape

Farore incarnate player AU

To get away Ch1

Chapter 2

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chainofhyrule · 8 months

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requested by @fairly-linked

The Sounds of the Night

The sounds of the night, on some nights, were thought to be more than enough to calm the day’s troubled mind. Though the stretch of inactivity would make some of the group feeling more wary than rested, most agreed the sounds of nature had more of a calming effect than credited for.

…Time was not one of those people.

It wasn’t his fault, really. He refused to believe it was. He blamed Majora. The land of Termina, which was never far from his mind, had left more than just a scar on his face than the marks that mask could ever leave behind. The sounds of the night he too often associated with those nights he’d been forced to stay awake, oftentimes all three days straight, fighting to fix errors bigger than he should have been held accountable for. Over and over again, forced to watch the world around him crumble when he failed.

Full-mooned nights were so, so much worse, though. As were nights without a moon. He supposed he was lucky to find himself looking up at a perfect crescent.

With a sigh, he allowed his back to relax against the trunk of the tree he’d decided to rest against. The rest of the group were, one by one, nodding off around the dimly illuminating campfire. He watched with a bit of fondness as some of them subconsciously cling to whatever was close by. Most notably, Wild, to a very indifferent Twilight. Legend, to Hyrule’s arm. It was endearing, really. Then…well, there was you.

You were chatting away with the Captain, as well as Twilight, about things Time himself couldn’t even seem to keep up with. He was too caught up in simply watching your lips, and the way your hands moved to animate your story for the boys, who listened intently. Twilight nodded along, absently combing his fingers through the top of Wild’s hair. Warriors seemed to watch your hands just as Time had been, seemingly interested in the way they move. Perhaps that’s why you did it; you knew he would pay attention to you, that way. Or perhaps that was just a natural habit.

Either way…he was intrigued by you. Your humour, which rivalled that of any of the group. The way you spoke, the way you listened, and the way you cared for them…

Time let out a sigh, and let his head fall back against the trunk of the tree. He looked over at you once more, seemingly intrigued by your story. He smiles, too small to notice from your current distance. He fights every urge he has to stand up and pull you closer. Every urge to just grab you, hold you, and keep you close to him. Sure, it was selfish. Did he care?

…Admittedly, not as much as he should have. He deserved a good thing for himself every now and again. So did you. He’d give you the world, if he could. One free of danger, and sorrow, and free of anything that displeased you. …Surely, you deserved it?

The firelight died out within the hour, and Warriors had long since fallen asleep mid-conversation. The only ones still fighting slumber were yourself, the rancher, the vet some ways off, and Time himself. Your conversation with his descendant had died off a while ago, as well. You just sat in mutually comfortable silence for a while, until eventually, Twilight joined the majority, and drifted off to sleep with his arm draped protectively around Wild. The vet fought sleep for only a short while longer, eventually just leaving the two of you to the night.

There was a lot Time wanted to say. Even more he wanted to be able to do. However…he had to admit, he somehow found it in himself to enjoy the quiet. With you there…the sounds of the night weren’t so bad. Perhaps he understood why the others found such sounds soothing, after all.

Perhaps you had somehow heard his thoughts. How else could he explain the timing of your gaze falling upon him, your silhouette golden against the gentle flicker of the dying fire. In silence, the hero held out an arm in invitation, hand partially outstretched, smiling softly in your direction. A moment later, you half-rose from your spot at the fire, to join him against the tree line.

Your body nestled so perfectly against his, he thought. His arm fit perfectly around your waist, to pull you in closer. His body turned to accommodate your space, partially pulling you into his lap so you could lay against his chest.

Lucky for him, you were rather quick to snuggle back into him, which he took full advantage of. One arm around your waist, the other gently stroking your cheek, combing through your hair in soothing motions. A soft kiss was pressed to your temple.

Granted, he’d never, ever be one to question your affection. However…there was something different about how you tucked yourself under his chin. Your cheek was pressed into his collar. You’d always told him that he was a safe space…but he hadn’t truly understood the meaning of such words until now, he thinks.

No words were exchanged. No discussions over what could have been weighing you down. Perhaps he was looking too much into it. Perhaps not enough. There was little he knew in certainty, but the one thing he held to ring loud and true was his devotion to ensuring you were safe. Comfortable. Happy. If burrowing into him on a warm night as the owls sang from the branches far above was your idea of security, he’d gladly hold you until the end of his days. Gladly dedicate his energy to stroking your hair, or your skin.

As long as you felt safe.

…For you, he’d do it all.

Looking up at the moon above once more before settling with you in his arms, he supposed he ought to be grateful. Not just for its crescent shape, or even if it were to have no shape at all…but for allowing him to have met you.

…Seems the sounds of the night held such respect, as well.

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#Time #Time x Reader #x Reader #Link x reader #legend of zelda #ChainofHyrule #Request

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monpalace · 10 months

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Fanfic devil (affectionate) :3

I HAVE MORE TIME THOUGHTS!!

Time is the type of guy that LOVES laying ontop of you. Resting his head on your stomach/chest while his arms are wrapped around your waist!

He loves this for a few reasons! 1, he feels as though he’s protecting you with him covering most of your body from outer harm and 2, your head scratches are the best??? You could knock this man out in a matter of seconds when you play with his hair

He honestly gets a little upset/pouty if he doesn’t get his nightly head scratches. Like you could be reading a book or doing something that is taking your attention and Time will just flop down beside you and huff.

Imagine a pouting husky, thats him

(Modern) Time in highschool/college gives jock/greaser vibes?? And imagine his s/o/crush having a more punk/alternative aesthetic?? Power couple frfr

(Modern) Time in highschool was the type of guy that, after he sent a flirty test to his crush, he’d slam his ohone down and walk away. Like hell do laps around the house at he just OVERTHINKS and blushes at how stupid that was.

Will fucking dive bomb his phone when he hears the notification ding

This could be modern or regular Time but, imagine you two are reading a mystery novel and you both are trying to solve the mystery while reading??? Like yall dead ass bought another copy of the book so you could tear it apart and put all the clues on a board

Hes so cute when he has to wear a set of reading glasses as he looks over some ‘clues.’ You give him many kisses while he has them on, and he has no idea why you random get super lovey but he’ll never complain

Time is the type of lover that loves to watch his s/o get ready in the morning. Its so domestic to him?? It reminds him that he’s more than a hero now, hes more than just his sword.

But he is also the type of lover that will lock his arms around his s/o’s waist and try to keep them home. Like, he’ll still be lying in bed and youll be at the edge if it, having come back to give him a kiss before you left, but now your just….stuck

He just straight up refuses to let you go, giggling to himself as you try and break free. You do end up on the floor at one point, just laughing as you try to crawl away from him.

He just drags your ass back up into the bed. You aint going anywhere tonight, good luck!

i also love your thoughts on this stuff so much 😭😭 got me laughing and smiling at this shit

fanfic (solar) system 🫶🏽

aren't huskies notorious for being loud and dramatic asf? you forget to massage his head one time and he just pretends to cry while spewing on about "oh so you don't love me anymore? you hate me? did you just tell me to literally sleep with the fishes? you never want to see me again in your life? you can't stand the sight of my face? you want me to fuck off and die?"

he strikes me as the type to whine when you get up and use the bathroom or get a snack like that one tiktok audio because, if time is one thing, it is clingy-- but it's amplified when he's tired

he also drools. i don't make the rules.

you make the mistake of wearing a cropped top, wearing one that raises easily, or just forgoing one altogether and there's either an unbroken line of saliva going from your belly button to your chest (he likes listening to your heart-- it reminds him you're alive) or it's just all up in your neck and pillow 😭😭

time's knowledge on anything punk/alternative is seriously lacking before meeting his s/o. he knew nothing of the style, music, beliefs, etc, etc but he got really into it once you introduced him to them

BUT IMAGINE MODERN! TIME (OR HIS S/O) OWNING A MOTORCYCLE?

he gives you his helmet whenever you both ride on his because he says he doesn't have a spare (he does) and that he just wants you to be safe. sometimes he situates you so that he's behind you while he still maneuvers/controls the bike because he's just cool like that (he practiced it a lot with his friends)-- but he also melts whenever you're in control of the bike because he gets to take the backseat and put his hands around your waist like in those movies

(he says he traded it out in college for something more "practical," but he really just has it hidden in a shed/garage somewhere. he goes in and repairs it whenever he has the time since it's so old and he's to attached to sell it)

time would send something like "i liked your shirt," and then toss his phone out a window before anxiously trying to do something productive. he tries to put off answering as long as he can so he doesn't come off as desperate but he ends up biting his nails and giving not even 45 seconds later

he squeals like a child when gets a "thank you (: i liked your jacket," before immediately over-analyzing with a little corkscrew board and everything. "should i buy something with [brand] so they'll compliment me? would they like it if i got them something with [brand] on it? is this a sign they like me or am i just being delusional"

HE'D LOOK LIKE SUCH A NERD WITH THE READING GLASSES THOUGH? imagine he actually has terrible eyesight, you take his glasses and put them on, and immediately walk into a wall or something? 😭

"woah! you might need glasses more than me lol"

"you look like a fucking mosaic and picasso painting mixed together. stop talking"

his little grandpa glasses lower his intimidation by a landslide so he rarely wears them, so it's only natural you drown him in affection. he takes it in stride (even in public) and asks why you're so obsessed with him when you wear them and you only respond with ";3c" or something

trippy i will like,, collapse and die or something 😭 character a keeping character b from leaving the bed/house is my one weakness

assumedly, time is stronger than you, right? because of that he'll definitely manhandle you back into bed with little effort, day clothes be damned-- if you keep trying to fight him even after he goes back to laying right on top of you, he uses the excuse of "i'm the goddess' chosen hero. tell them i need you for something"

"i can't do that if you keep me here."

"then i'll go in with you and tell them tomorrow," and then he doesn't. he pulls the exact same thing the very next day for the rest of the week

#the palace answers #stargazing in the palace #i love ur ideas to 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 but i live to entertain lmao #the urge to write abt that last section when ur already writing three other things 😭😭😭#loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #loz link x reader #legend of zelda link x reader #lu link x reader #linked universe link x reader #link x reader #time x reader #linked universe time x reader #lu time x reader

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mushroomwoods · 6 months

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like fallen leaves

they fell and left him behind, for he knew that no amount of time would ever be enough for him or you to remain.

character — Time, romantic.

cw — hurt/no comfort, (sort of) soulmate!au, death.

i feel like I turned into a dark content creator at this point, sigh. it wasn't beta read and my mind was a mess while i wrote this so... read at your own discretion.

It was natural. He was used to it. The chosen one was bound to thread it's path alone.

It was natural.

Yet it didn't hurt any less.

It felt like he was but a tool, used for others wellbeing and discarded when not needed.

A life in which only meaning was to live for another.

He helped those in need, but never got an ounce of recognition, he said to himself that it wasn't needed, yet the moment you smiled at him, offering to help him — worthless, useless him — he felt like it was the only sliver of hope he ever needed in his life.

It felt natural.

To be drawn to you, to seek you among the ever so busy city, to wave back when you would look back at him with a smile of your own.

But as all things in his life, they would forget, they would soon enough not even remember the young kid who saved their lives by defeating the moon. It was but his job.

Even as years passed, he knew he would be the only one to remember, after all, if not him that had gone through such horrors many and many and many and many times... who else would?

And he wasn't surprised when you didn't recognize him either, but somehow, he noticed a slip, the way your eyes softened, the sympathy in your voice... the fear for something you couldn't even remember that happened.

It was just a slip.

The memories may be forgotten, reseted, but one's experiences will never be. Your body remembered what had happened so long ago, if not, why else would you dream of it so many times?

For the first time, he pitied someone else.

The only one to ever try to help him, was the also one to remain with such shackles binding them together.

Maybe it was the curse that followed him.

But it made him oh so happy. He could only think about how it was a sign of the goddess about how the both of you were destined to be together, how no matter what, you wouldn't run from him.

How you were meant to be.

But soon your empathy turned into apathy, no human being would ever be able to stand this type of torture without trouble like he did, maybe he really wasn't meant to live among them, he wasn't natural.

The first sliver of hope he ever had slipped through his fingers no matter how much he tried to grasp it.

He didn't want it, please, don't leave, even though he knew how weirded out you'd be, he wanted to get on his knees and beg and cry for you not to leave him behind too.

It wouldn't be bearable. He could fight thousands of other moons, suns or even demons, it didn't matter, as long as you, stayed by his side.

Yet it was to no avail, you were distant before he could even try, it was no surprise how your usually cheerful smiles were closed off from the world.

It was no surprise how it all ended.

His last image of you was up at the clock tower.

Your eyes, sunken and dark from the tiredness, cast upon the sky, lifeless.

“I'm sorry, Link... I can't take it anymore.” Your voice was rough, he wondered when was the last time he saw you talking to anyone. “Please don't stop me.” You walked to the edge.

And he didn't.

#fungi's delicacies #time x reader #linked universe #linked universe time #lu time #linked universe x reader

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spaceless-vacuum · 10 months

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Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of Zelda

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Time x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 2456

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ another forced cuddling post based off of a prompt? It’s more likely than you think! This time Time breaks into your house for some cuddles while youre sleeping and it does not wind up going to plan.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ first person pov, dub-con cuddling, fighting, being overpowered, being tied up, Time wins the fight, reader is forced to deal with it all as they cant get away

After everything I wouldn't have called Time a ticking time bomb out loud, but some part of me always knew it was only a matter of time. Between the way he took the time to always watch what I was doing, carefully examining my every move to the way the townsfolk whispered about how the day before he threatened someone who got too close to me. I knew it was only a matter of time before something fell loose but I figured I would have seen a warning sign. Never had I expected it to be something like this. He stared down at my face twisted in a crazed smile that stretched ear from ear as he held me to the ground. I wasn't too aware as to what was going on since I had just woken up, but he was the one to wake me. Picking me up and moving me around in my sleep to make himself comfortable on my bed was the final straw.

It wasn't like him to act like this I was sure of it. I watched him pull me closer while shushing me, dipping his head low to plant a kiss on my lips before resting his forehead on mine. Feeling more adrenaline start up I kicked and tried to get him off of me. The scuffle earlier had brought us to the floor where he had managed to hold me against his lap for the most of it. I bit his arm to see if that would net me any ground in the struggle. Time’s ears went flat and he hissed in pain. Not letting go of my grip on his arm I dug my teeth into his flesh harder. The rest of my body wasn't being held down yet so I kicked and dug my nails into him, raking them across his flesh in an attempt to make him let me go.

“Shhh hey- hey- hey- no need to freak out baby it's all ok you're fine. I’m not going to let you go.” His voice was quiet and soft, as if saying he wasn't going to let me go free was supposed to be comforting. The way he spoke sounded like a man trying to calm a wild animal, and with the way I was biting him I supposed it fit. Moving around he situated both of his legs around me to help contain my flailing body. He wrapped himself around me tight enough it hurt and I released him from my bite so I could gasp for air in his tightening grip.

My heart raced and my head kept sending me warning signals but I couldn't understand a single thing going on, again, why was he acting like this. None of what he was doing made sense. Before I hadn't been a witness to his actions and as such I couldn't say whether they seemed out of character for him or not. This was not reasonable or calculated actions, this was the thought process of a lunatic who broke into someone's house at an ungodly hour for a bargain. I knew no one was around to help. No guards patrolled this far away from town; and even if one did decide to walk by I wasn't sure how much help they could be.

“I never came in here with the intention to hurt you! I only wanted a bit of a hug.” he whined as he spoke and the last few words came out a bit choked. I wanted to tell him where he could shove his ‘hug’ but I knew this wasn't a fight I could win. Time was a trained and hardened warrior who had been in fights far worse than this against much stronger opponents than me. I didn't have any training. I wasn't even that sure what I was supposed to be doing right now. My brain yelled at me to do something but I didn't know what it was I was supposed to be doing. My heart rate started to slow and I felt myself growing more aware and weaker as the adrenaline wore off. If I gave up the fight now there would be now way for me to break free.

“So you broke into my house-” I raised my voice hoping that for an instant someone may be passing by who could hear and go get help. I wasn't close to the road but I had to try- “Just so you could tell me that?!” Was this part of Time always there and I had just missed it. Most of the time he hung back, arms crossed watching me go about my day while he smiled and glared at anyone who got too close. I always figured he was antisocial- as none of the townsfolk had reported seeing him very often until he came around to see me everyday. I knew there had to be a plethora of red flags I missed but what could I have missed that would have given me enough time to avoid whatever this was?

Taking the time to think took away a few precious seconds that I could have used to fight back. After I let him go with my teeth, a terrible idea that sealed my fate, he regained his composure and started moving back to plan a. With no warning he lifted me up in the air, reversed his grip, and flipped me over onto my stomach. My body was pressed on the floor with a knee on my back and it felt like the fight was already over. He won. Grabbing both of my arms he forced them behind my back and held them there with one arm. In one fluid movement he went from my friend Time to Link- the hero who slayed the half beast Ganon and saved Hyrule. Mentally I beat myself up. Of course there was no way for me to win. As long as this stayed a fight there was no way he could lose. I could not escape.

“Are you ahoy now? Did you get all of that out of your system? Things will only get better from here on out if you listen to me- starting with now.” Straddling my hips while holding me onto the floor the strongest warrior in Hyrule leane over and whispered words into my ear. Confused and trying my best to not cower away while he towered over me. His condescending tone did nothing but wound my pride and make me want to erase myself from this situation. I had lost. The precious blanket of adrenaline had worn off and I missed its comforting presence. I cowered into the ground hoping to, for an instant, move away from Link as he leaned into me. He moved his knee off of my back but held my arms in place.

His heart rate rosed as he pressed himself firmly into my back. Being this close to me meant I now had the chance to dig my fingers into his flesh and tried to make it hurt. If it had any effect he didn't say anything or try to move away. Instead he buried his face deep into my hair and breathed in deeply. Laying a kiss on the back of my head as he moved his free arm down to a pocket on his pant leg to retrieve something. My breath caught in my throat as I could feel woven rope being wound around my wrists.

The rope he was using was the same one he showed me weeks prior; it was meant to be used to scale cliffs because of how strong it was. He had shown it to me weeks prior when I found him carrying it around, and now it was being used to keep me immobilized as this villain threw his power around for his own amusement. With my hands tied behind my back he deemed me no longer an immediate threat. Standing up he walked over to my face and kneeled in front of it. I refused to meet his eyes but I could feel the weight of his on mine. I just didn't have the strength in me to see what my friend had become. His boots were more interesting anyways.

“I know you're not exactly happy with me right now but that's alright! The worst of it is all behind us, and now we can get back to where we were. With no hard feelings.” He said the last part through clenched teeth so I guess my bites did hurt more than he showed. Time picked me up and set me down on the bed. I was facing the wall which spared me the humiliation of having to make eye contact. My back was to him as he laid down next to me. Even though I couldn't see anything I could feel him pulling me close to his chest. He was right. We were now laying in the same position as we were before I woke up.

Getting comfortable was a bit difficult for Time; he wound up settling down once his legs were entangled with me. Spooning me was probably more for comfort than it was to hold me in one place. It didn't make me feel any safer knowing that I was going to have an even harder time getting away now. Not that I had any chance once he laid his eyes on me. Stuck between a figurative wall and a literal one there was no way to go. If I wanted out I would have to use my head. Playing into his delusions and giving him what he wanted was the only way to get out of this.

“It was impossible to say I enjoyed what was going on; rather I would admit it could have been worse. I knew enough to know that no matter what happened I would be safe even if a little lovesick. All of this was a far cry to what I would have wanted from a relationship yet the way he hooked himself around me was so reminiscent of lovers holding one another. After a lot of quiet days and lonely nights I was glad he came into my life; this just isn't how I planned for it all to go. He had his thumb hooked around one of my sore spots.

Thoughts like these could never be put into words. If I ever told this lunatic that I even thought anything related to how nice this would have been under different circumstances he would never come down from his power trip. Time was a lot of things but content to give up he was not. Even admitting I wasn't able to fight back would just make him that much more snug. Not that I even was trying to fight back at this point. It hurt to let go but I finally gave up fully. My arms went slack and I took my nails out of him, I had forgotten that they were still digging into him. No wonder he sounded so upset when speaking earlier.

“Thank you sunshine.” Something sweet like honey dripped from his voice and I knew he had the biggest grin on his face. That much was clear from his smug demeanor. One of his hands slid its way up and down my waist before wrapping itself around me again. A shiver ran down my spine from the contact. Was he trying to press my buttons? Was he trying to see how far he could go before I fought him again, or did he really enjoy this?

There is no fight left in my body regardless of the reason why. Pieces fall into place as I stare at the wall and think. I wasn't a social butterfly but I wasn't a stranger either. The people in town loved to chatter and gossip and I found myself partaking in idle chatter when making my trips for supplies. Stories are always told about what's going on. Noth small town gossip and wider spread news about Hyrule as a whole made its way to my ears. Even if no one talked about the hero anymore the memory of what Hyrule was like still rang clearly in our minds. Link, the hero himself, had attacked me. My spirit was crushed. I was doomed to fail the moment he became set to attack me.

Maybe attack wasn't the right word. Forced to cuddle with? What did one even say or do in this situation? It was criminal, sure, but being feverishly in love wasn't a crime I knew how to talk about. Assuming getting away was possible no one would be around to help. Getting away meant I would be chased down, and even after I did succeed in my escape attempt, I would still have to go to the guards for help. I had a sneaking fear that just walking up to them to clear up this little ‘misunderstanding’ wouldn't actually help. I was too weak to fight back and too stupid to figure out how to ask for help.

Time knew this too. He had to know what the end game was. Pulling me closer I heard him yawn as he settled into my side. Getting ready to stay there permanently as a shield by wrapping himself around my body. This way he was acting as a protector and personal heater. It was nice if you ignored all the red flags littering the bed I slept on. Without every other factor in play I would have butterflies in my stomach. This made thought pop into my head. Playing into his hunger was always a plan. If I used this to gain the upperhand I could figure my way out of this. Nothing too hasty or dramatic or else he might catch on, but it is my one true hope. No one could keep their guard up forever.

So I set myself on a path. Who knew where this road would lead me but regardless it would keep me in his arms until the time was right. Just keep swallowing your fear and allow yourself to enjoy this for long enough that you could escape. It sounded like a good plan to me. At least I had a plan now. I grabbed his shirt with my hands and pressed myself into his body. I chose not to speak because I was worried that the fear in my voice would somehow give me away. I had to find as much comfort in this moment as I could. Even if just for a second I needed to feel like I was the one in control.

#eye write #yandere legend of zelda #yandere link x reader #legend of zelda #loz #time x reader #this might be one of my favorite works #but I cant stand to look at it anymore im so tired of reading and rereading to proofread and edit #i just #blagh I cant I do this all the time where after a certain point Im done and cant go on with it #i switch between projects to avoid burnout but man it hits hard sometimes #linkeduniverse #linked universe

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triplecatattack · 9 months

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This was based off of @cloudninetonine 's fanfiction called a players aid and honestly I loved it so much I started to write again so made a little fic about it in my down time if y'all got any comments or criticisms let me know.

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Across time

LU/oot link x child!reader

the guide is 11/12 during the events of the story

Tw: general angst,light body dysmorphia?, Poor editing, oot spoilers.

The hero of time had a child not physically but mentally in a way he dubbed them the guide normally the child be concerned a strange small voice talking talking to them like they had known him his entire life like he was there best friend and them in return and it was quite annoying.

Until he had to leave his home behind the first time he heard them go quiet was after he left the kokiri Forest for the first time saying farewell to saria and the place you've known as a home for all his life was not an easy task maybe even worse by the silence his guide presented after saying goodbye to one of his only friends he felt them he felt there warm tender embrace he could feel there kindness and empathy radiating within him.

"I'm sorry link I know this must be hard for you, to just leave everything and go on a journey like this but hey at least you're not alone you've got me and I'll make sure we get through this together, ok." The child-like voice spouted, sounding not much similar than his own.

"Thank you" he whispered

"What's your name?"

" I'm Y/N " they replied with childlike enthusiasm.

"Do you think we will really stay together through this" he spoke silently walking into Hyrule Field.

"Yeah well we got to, I know you have navi, but who else is going to watch your back." The guide exclaimed to the child hero.

And they did, even when link had went to the master sword sealed within it's pedistle anxiety radiating within him he pulled sealing his fate.

Saria was gone

Princess Ruto was gone

Dariunia was gone

Zelda was missing

All he had was navi and his guide

Y/N had proven to be a beacon of light in his dreary adventure' not to say Navi wasn't helpful but Navi never had any helpful puzzle solving skills and the guide had an odd but unique scence of humor.

Whenever the mood got dark and whenever link let his mind wander too much he could always count on his guide to make a off-color/strange, funny joke, awful pun or even just some reassuring affirmation to keep his Spirit's up.

But then it all changed as soon as the master sword was pulled out of its pedistle it all changed the young boy had the body of a young man, but not the mind to match. And everything, was changed not just the young hero but his land castle town was decrepit, a shell of its former self,Zora's domain a frozen pit, and gororn city all but abandoned.

Hyrule had gone to "heck in a handbag" as they said the one thing stayed the same, his only constant thus far his guide.

Y/n

But things never really got better after finding all the stages but y/n remaind through every hardship trial and quest no matter how bleak it got at least he had people to rely on navi and his self proclaimed "guide".

Until the inevitable end.

Zelda was taken by gannondorf, trapped in a crystal and taken to the remains of Hyrule castle.

This was the endgame he knew it and so did y/n.

"Don't worry link we'll rescue Zelda and save the day together ' we just gotta!" They exclaimed with the typical childlike nativity.

Link on the other hand was not so sure he couldn't escape the sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen regardless of how this was going to end.

"Ok then let's finish this and bring peace to Hyrule!" Link exclaimed.

The battle and escape was grueling, every attack from Gannon hurt tenfold however this was nothing with his guide and navi by his side the two people he could depend on most.

He could take on anything, right?

"Right, Y/n......"

"Y/n"

" I'm sorry link The adventures over it's time for me to go" they sniffled.

Were they crying?

"Please I already lost navi I don't want to lose you too' don't go please." He sobbed did everything they went through together.

"I,m so sorry I don't want to go but the adventures over I wish I could stay longer but I cant"

"I'm sorry link, goodbye."

And then as if he felt his soul leave his body they left.

Just like that.

There warmth and tenderness he felt all throughout his very being was gone.

"Y/n"

"Please come back."

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This was already submitted to cloudninetonine's blog but I was kind of proud of it so, it's going on mine now(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#loz #lu #time x reader #x reader #fanfic #a players aid #oot #linked universe x reader #link x reader #time deserves so much better

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legendofmorons · 1 year

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How to fall in love twice (Time, Malon) -part one

Pairing: Time x Malon x reader (Poly)

rating: G

Summary: You have fallen for time, and you're crushing really heavy on his wife. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

warnings: None

Other: None

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You wake up on the farm- cucoos crowing the sunrise. Usually you'd sleep a little longer- but you also promised Malon that you'd help with breakfast and some laundry.

So- mourning you sleep- you push out of your bedroll, eyeing the others all curled up on the hay and blankets. You smile softly, brushing your hair out with your fingers and getting all the hay out before pulling on your clothes minus any armor you might have.

Once you're dressed you head towards the house, seeing Malon and Time both up already and gathering eggs.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." You say, biting back a yawn.

Malon smiles when she looks up from the cucoo hutch egg collecting area, "You're not late! I wasn't expecting anyone up until later."

"I'm surprised Twi's asleep still." You say with a soft laugh, knowing the boy is definitely use to farm hours.

"We worked him hard." Malon says with a laugh, "He'll be up soon. I had to chase him back to bed anyways."

Time just smiles softly as he watches Malon and you interact. You don't notice this but he does.

"Well, how can I help?" You ask, deciding against bantering for who knows how long.

"Here, if you want to take the eggs in the basket there-" She points to a basket full of eggs. "-And start breakfast that'd be helpful."

"I'll do that. Anything specific?"

"Something filling but otherwise no." She says with a smile, "Thank you for helping."

"Anytime." You say, walking to the basket of eggs and picking it up.

You haven't done much cooking for the group- Wild does most of itm and since he likes to and is good you're happy to let him.

You walk into the house, going into the kitchen, and setting the basket down on the counter.

You wash your hands before gathering bowls and ingredients. You decide that pancakes and eggs should be plenty good.

You move your hair out of your way before you start measuring put the ingredients for pancakes and putting them in a large bowl.

As you work and do the calculations for a group this big you start humming a song gently.

Something you have always enjoyed.

You start mixing together the pancakes, words beginning to flow from you as you sing and mix.

You don't hear the door open or shut- but you startle when you hear Time's voice behind you.

"What are you making?" He asks.

"Oh!- you turn, bowl in your arms as you continue mixing, " I'm making pancakes."

He smiles softly, lips curving up at the corners. His gaze is even as he looks you over.

"That sounds lovely. Thank you."

"As long as I don't burn them it should be." You laugh, hoping to any deity listening that your cheeks aren't blushing.

Time just nods, "I'm sure it'll be good. Do you need any help?"

"No. I'm okay, thank you though."

"Of course. Malon will be in ti help in a bit. Call if you need anything. Okay?"

"Okay."

You turn back towards the counter and set the bowl down before grabbing a pan from the rack beside the stove.

You don't hear Time leave bit you assume he's just quieter without the armor.

You grab a label from the utensil holder, and turn the stove to medium heat.

You start humming again- a song from your modern hyrule you like. It makes you feel warm and content.

You hear the pancake cooking, and once it's time you flip it.

As you continue making pancakes, you hear Malon come in. Her steps even and quick as she makes her way towards you.

"That smells like heaven." She says to you, moving to the sink to wash her hands.

"You're too kind."

"I am not. Seriously it smells great. Cook like that often and you'll have everyone in love."

"Ha! No, the boys are great and all but I doubt any of them see me that way. Hylia knows I don't feel that way for them."

You lie. You lie your ass off. You totally want one of the boys to fall for you. But considering the man you are falling for is married you really hope he doesn’t actually.

You don't want to be a home wrecker.

And besides, Time wouldn't ever leave Malon.

So you need to get the ever loving hell over it.

Malon just laughs, unaware of your feelings towards her husband. "I'm sure you'll find someone if you want to."

You laugh, and oh- your heart should not be speeding up at Malon being so kind. You are not falling for both people in a married couple.

No.

She may be pretty and wonderful but you are not going to start the crushing to falling process. No.

Someone save you.

Because you know you're losing when the smile she flashes you makes your heart warm.

Fuck.

"Maybe. We'll see. I have very high standards you know."

You don't. Apparently your standards are kind people that are married to each other. Perfect.

"Oh, and what are those?" Malon asks, moving to grab a clean cutting board to help keep the cooked pancakes off the counter.

You really should stop talking.

"Oh you know, not being awful to me. Respecting boundaries. According to past partners that's hard." You say, glad to not be with your exes who sucked at those things.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That really sucks, (Y/n). I don't think they're that hard though, for what it's worth."

"Tell that to others."

You shake your head, flipping another pancake.

"I will. Don't worry."

"Thanks, Malon." You say, trying not to blush or choke over her name.

"Anytime. Do you need anymore batter?"

"I think I'm okay, this batch should make fifty or so, and they I'll make another smaller batch in case others wants some."

"You're prepared then." She laughs.

"Oh, absolutely. "

The door opens again to a few of the chain, talking amongst each other quietly.

You allow yourself to fall back into cooking, moving the pancakes to and from the pan easily.

The worst part is the time it takes.

Once you finally finish the pancakes and eggs you and Malon take the food to the table letting everyone get their own and spread about the room.

You grab your own serving, sitting down near Twilight who looks happy enough. He nods to you since his mouth is full.

"You made this?" Wild asks, sounding impressed.

"Yeah, it's not much- Malon made the eggs."

"The pancakes are phenomenal. "Wild says, and it almost sounds like he's trying out a new word.

You laugh, warm and happy, "Of coffee. "

"This is really good," Time says from his spot beside Malon.

"Thank you." You say with a smile, "But keep that up and you'll give me a big head."

"So?" Time counters.

You blush, unsure how to respond but by the goddess you will. You may be hopeless over the man but he can't know that.

"Do you really need me to be cocky mid battle?" You counter- not even sure why you said it.

"It'd do you good." Time says firmly, something soft in his words.

Twilight elbows you as you choke on your food, "You okay?"

"Fine. "

"Are you sure?" Malon asks, sounding so kind it makes your heart twist.

"I'm sure. Just went down the wrong pipe." You insist.

"Wonder why." Twilight says with a knowing look.

You just shoot him a nasty glare.

"Maybe (Y/n)'s in loooove." Wind says with a fat grin.

Wild also gives a shit eating smile, "Maybe they're trying to woo someone."

"Like you?" You say with a laugh, knowing Wild won't actually be upset.

He gives a snort, "You wound me."

"I think it's someone more like the old man." Wind says smugly, "Or maybe Miss Malon?"

"Maybe you should mind your own business."

"Is that true, (Y/n)? Are you in love?" Time asks, looking curious.

"With sleep."

Why the fuck do you ever say anything. You just keep making things awkward. Obviously you should just stop talking.

"Aren't we all?" Time says with a shake of his head.

"Nice deflection. "Twilight whispers to you.

You just elbow him right in the ribs, that'll show him.

"Lay off them," Malon says, "If they want to talk about it they'll share."

"Mal's right." Time says, leaning against his wife.

Well you're fucked. The man you've fallen for is just so cute with the woman you're starting to crush on really heavy.

How the fuck did you fall for two people married to each other?

"Thank you." You say pointedly, trying not to scream at the bullshit that is your feelings.

"But you don't have to deflect either." He adds. "It's pretty obvious you love someone."

"I take it back. You're the worst of them all."

Time laughs, and that really does not help you at all. Your traitorous feelings make you happy that you made him laugh.

"Are you surprised?" Malon asks, "Pretty sure all Links are gremlins."

"That's why Epona is my favorite. "

"Ouch." Four says.

"Way to make us feel bad." Wild says with a grin.

"Is it too late to leave you all here?"

"Yes." Twilight says, "Because you loooove us."

"I don’t know why."

"Ouchie my feelings." Wind says evenly.

You stand up, plate in hand, "I'm going to eat with Epona. She doesn’t try to make me kick her."

"Stay," Malon says, "Please. We'll stop the topic completely. "

You should leave. While you have your pride.

Really.

But you're weak, and she asked so nice. You can't say no.

But you do walk over to Sky instead and sit back down beside him.

"You love us!" Wild and wind both chorus in a sing-song voice.

You just groan.

"Be nice boys." Time says from his spot at the table, eyes scanning the group.

"But Tiiime! I want to win the bet!" Wind says petulantly.

Wild swats his arm, "Sh!"

"Bet?" Time asks.

"Yeah, bet. How long it takes (Y/n) to confess!"

"I'd like to be on never. Twenty rupees." You say with a smile.

Because no way in hell are you confessesing to either of your current "love interests". Let alone both.

"Don't bet on that!" Malon chides.

"I bet the other party will confess for what it's worth." Twilight says.

"I change bet bet to a hundred, and that no one will." You say with a blush burning your cheeks.

"No betting." Time says, "But you should also trust fate, (Y/n). You're quite the catch and anyone one be lucky to have you."

"Oh my god cab we please stop talking about my nonexistent love life?!" You manages in a strangled shriek.

Malon just laughs, "Okay. Okay. But Time is right."

"See?" Twilight asks you pointedly.

"I have never wanted to pitch myself of a cliff so much." You say blankly, not actually meaning it but still embarrassed.

"Please don't. We'd miss you."

Time says gently.

Goddesses be damned this man is going to kill you.

"I'd definitely miss you." Malon adds.

And so will his wife.

You have to stress the wife part, you will not be a homewrecker.

"I wouldn't. " Legend adds helpfully.

You finish your food with two bitter before standing to do your dishes, "I'm going to start my chores!"

Laughter follows you as you escape to the kitchen before going to the barn to start attending the cows.

Fuck your life.

Surely it'll get better.

At least with the cows lack of bets and opinions on your crushes you can die in peace.

.......

Time spends the clean up of breakfast with Malon, absolutely enthralled to be back with his wife. But also glad to get the space and energy to actually discuss the topic of half his letters. You.

"You were right- they're precious." Malon says as she washes dishes.

"They are. And they don't even know how obvious they are."

"Mh- neither did you."

"Hey now, be nice." He chides her.

"Okay okay, I'll be nice. But really Link, you didn't have to wait to ask them out. I already gave you my permission."

"They wouldn't accept without at least your approval. They're worried. And besides- I knew they'd like you. I wanted to give you the chance to fall too!"

"How sweet."

"It is."

"Link, the chances of them even being willing to date both of us is much lower."

"It really isn't. They already have a crush on you."

"Sure, fairy boy."

"Oh please, it's been years!"

"You came out of the forest."

"Mal!"

"Okay okay. But really, how do you want to go about this?"

"I was-... I was hoping you would know."

"Hey! I said yes didn't I?"

"I still don't know why!"

Malon laughs at that, drying of one of the last dishes.

After a moment, she turns to him, looking up at him with a determined fire in her eyes. "Tell you what, give me a few hours, and I'll come up with something.

"As long as we don't scare them off."

"I don't scare people off!" She defends.

"You are a force of nature, my love. You can be a little intense."

"So? You are too."

"Hm- I suppose you're right."

Time leans over and kisses her forhead gently. Well assured that no matter how things turn out with you he will always have his wife's love and support.

And hopefully- for both of them, really- they can give things with you an honest shot.

Though Time is certainly in deeper than Malon at the moment you live up to his letters, and she's a lot closer to falling than she's admitted.

"Hurry up, Link. We still have chores to do."

"I know. I'll fix up the barn after lunch."

"Good. Thank you."

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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 17: Fierce, Time, Wars x Reader(Fem) - Vampire Donor

Summary: Seeking refuge in an abandoned mansion you find yourself face to face with the Vampire God, Fierce Deity. He has a hunger in his eyes for the warmth that runs in your veins. instead of screaming, you make an offer that is too good to refuse, an offer to be his donor. But he is not the only Creature of the Night in the mansion.

Content caution: Blood (its vampires...)

Word count: 2,360

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“You do understand what you are saying, correct? This is no light matter and will not be treated as such. This is a coven, meaning: you give yourself to me this way, it extends to the others.”

You stepped closer to Fierce, the Vampire Deity, your knees touching his as he sat in the single chair that could pass for a throne. “I know what it means to be a donor to a vampire and that it also means carnal pleasures are included. I’m offering myself, if you will have me.”

His fingertips played with the ends of yours, debating. “Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Most people try running off while screaming when they find out what I am or I have to use the charm on them, you didn't. Your first response was to be a bleeder. I want to know why.”

Toeing the carpet under your feet, you said, “Orphans get kicked out at eighteen. I’m eighteen.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Damn him… “No one is going to miss a familyless adult if they go missing or worse. Why not at least enjoy the pleasures a life here could offer instead of begging for my life all because you need to feed.” You were not afraid to be blunt.

He raised a surprised eyebrow at you. “I don’t totally agree with that statement, but I understand what you are saying. If that is how you truly feel, then yes, I will have you.” He pulled you by the back of the thighs to straddle his lap, hands staying where they were.

“May I ask a question?”

“Always.”

Placing your arms around his neck, chest to chest, you asked, “How many of your kind are in your coven?”

The dark chuckle was arousing to hear as it vibrated your chest. "My dear, this is a fortress for all creatures of the night, not just my kind. Vampire, Werewolf, Hybrid, Dragon, Mer, Fae, Shadow, and our very own Fallen Angel."

"You have a demon here? Is he like a Succubus?" You probably shouldn't have been that excited to meet a creature such as a Succubus.

"Not a full demon, but the pleasures of the flesh is what made him fall from grace." He looked into your eyes like he was searching them. "None of this scares you."

"Living a boring life scares me."

"Mmm, nothing here will ever be boring. How do you feel about the charmed spell?"

The charmed spell , the thing that Vampires alone have to subdue their prey. It fogs the mind and makes the person of interest appear to be drunk, head over heels for the Vampire casting it. "I'm okay with it as long as I am at least able to say no if I need to."

"Of course. A donor's consent is everything. We will only use it to heighten your pleasure."

At that exact moment, you felt a form of relaxation come over you like a haze. All senses were clogged while you leaned in closer, a hair away from his lips. Everything about him drew you near, giving you the desire to submit to him. You sat down fully in his lap, fingers tangled in his hair. But just as quickly as it came, the feeling was gone. "Did you just-"

"Only to see how strong I would have to use it." He gave a smile as you glared at him. Ass…

Without the spell casted on you, you tilted your head, parted your lips and closed your eyes. You could taste his breath: red wine, cigar, iron. Cool lips barely brushed against yours, teasing you before they landed fully against yours. His hands moved from your thighs to your hips where his fingers made indentions into your skin, restraining himself.

Breaking the tantalizing kissing, you asked, “So when does this start?”

“So impatient to be of service.” He gave a low growl against your pulse, sending a shiver up your spine. “Why not meet the two others that are like me first? Give us a taste of what you are offering.”

Against better judgment, you stood from his lap, nearly crashing back into it from being lightheaded. Fierce stood quickly to hold you upright, snickering at how loopy you still were from only being under the spell for less than a minute. He took your right arm, looping it with his left, guiding you to a different room.

This new luxurious room had a bed with a ceiling tall wooden canopy with deep red silk drapes on either side of the head board. The red silk sheets were neatly made with matching pillows and a black down comforter for warmth. All the furniture was in black and made Victorian style. Gold dusted embellishments lightened the room as did the cream colored candles that started to burn throughout the room. The windows were covered and you assumed it was for the man beside you.

“Welcome to your room.” He whispered to not disturb your thoughts.

Able to walk fully on your own, you went to the center of what is now your room where something that resembled a table stood, long white drop cloth concealing it. “What is this?”

Fierce ran his hand along the edges. The table came to just below his hips, a good two feet wider than his shoulder width and was thick. “This is for you to use.” He pulled the cloth off the table to show the white marble underneath.

After laying the cloth to the side, he came up behind you, taking the jacket you had on, off your shoulders and down your arms. He pressed his front to your back, nose and lips in your hair, breathing you in. He slithered a hand up the front of your throat, giving a light squeeze to cut off the blood supply to your brain and not the air to your lungs. It made you dizzy and smile. “Look who's here.” He said lowly, letting go of your throat and directing your chin in the direction of the door.

Leaning against either side of the door frame were two men with blond hair. Fierce introduced them as Time and Warriors. The two wore black slacks and leather shoes, much like Fierce did, but where Fierce wore a black button up, Time wore white and Warriors had on green and a blue scarf.

“Wars is the only full vampire-” Fierce started, “- and if anyone should be called a Succubus, it is him.” Wars gave a cheeky grin.

“Time is a hybrid. Originally a Werewolf, but now is half vampire.” It was intriguing to you that Time had similar facial markings as Fierce and you wanted to know why and how you got the scar over his eye. Both thoughts left you as Fierce continued to talk. “Would you like us to show you how the table works?”

Only giving a nod, his hands were back on you, roaming your sides. He stopped at the bottom hem of your shirt. “Do we have your permission to continue?” A shy yes escaped your lips before he dared to go on.

Fierce began to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it out of the way once you were free of it. His hands unbuttoned your jeans, kneeling behind you to slide them down your legs, helping you take off your shoes and sock with them. His nails slithered their way back up your sides, teasingly going under your bra. Four hooks unclasped and your bra was being removed, fabric gliding over skin. That left the sheer panties you wore. A moment later and you were bare to three sets of sharp eyes.

"Aren't you stunning." Fierce said, as he cupped one hand to your breast, the other made its way between your legs. Cool fingers in contrast to the pooling warmth felt too good. His fingers played around your clit before they started spreading you open and filling you.

You gasped, leaving your mouth open, eyes closed so you were only feeling and hearing what was happening. The slick sound you produced had your cheeks blushing in slight embarrassment, but it made Fierce tighten his grip on you. Opening your eyes, you saw that Time and Warriors were already topless, toned bodies for you to admire. When Fierce stepped away from you, Time took his place and Wars remained close to your front.

Wars looked from one of your eyes to the other, then your lips. He pressed you backwards into Time, still looking back and forth from your eyes and lips. He slowly moved in to capture your lips, quick to have his tongue lined with yours. The taste of iron, Champagne and citrus was a deep contrast to Fierce. His left hand was suddenly circling your clit, continuing the pleasure Fierce started.

Time was a strong wall behind you, kissing on your shoulder until he made it to your neck. He didn’t bite or break skin, but you could feel four sharp teeth wanting to. There was the first difference that he had as a hybrid. What wasn’t different was his appetite to keep you lusting for them both. His own hand rounded your ass, but kept moving forward until he reached your soaked folds. He made sure you were relaxed before inserting two of his fingers to the third knuckle inside you.

Your head flew back to Time’s shoulder, hands grabbing onto Warriors arms tightly. Neither stopped their actions, but Wars moved your arms around his neck and mouthed at the front of your throat. Time pivoted your head to look up at him from the side. He stole your lips, consuming your moans as the rose. He was slow to enter your mouth, asking for entry with the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip. Scotch, iron, dark chocolate was the new taste in your mouth as Time hummed against your moans. These three didn’t even have to use their spell to make you never want to leave their sides.

“Enough. ” Fierce’s commanding voice had the other two stopping and pulling away from you. You panicked at the lack of skin contact, begging for them to come back. The deity didn’t let you fall into the spiral, he pulled you into his arms instead so you could feel his bare body… and he was completely bare . “Shhh, we are still here. Let me help you onto the table.” Effortlessly you were sat on the somehow warmed marble slab (not that you had far to hop up), knees down dangling off the edge.

Instructed to lay on your back, Fierce bent your knees, placing your feet flat at each corner. He knelt on the ground, hands spreading your thighs further apart while his head lowered towards your center. A single lick from a broad tongue that started at the bottom of your folds up to your clit, had your back arching, hands clinging to the table.

His tongue lapped at your full sex, clit swelling in arousal, but what he did next made you want to cum on the spot. A slight charm covered your mind for desensitization, then you felt the pressure of his fangs on either side of your clit. You could tell when he punctured your skin, but no pain was felt, just him sucking and swirling around the sensitive button of nerves. He was drinking from you and it was erotic. It was thrilling and you were a moaning mess as he did this.

He didn't feed for long, just a taste like he had said. His lips were stained red, as were his teeth until his tongue licked both clean.

The reason for the table's height became very clear when Fierce stood between your legs. You stared down at the imposing girth that you probably wouldn't have been able to wrap a hand around, as his hand encouraged it to full hardness.

Catching each other's eyes, his holding a question, you nod for him to continue. You were going to watch him insert himself, but Time and Warriors had a different plan.

Time turned your head toward him with a warm hand on your cheek. He kissed you softly, slowly, until you were breathless. Wars claimed your mouth as Time began to get familiar with your neck once again.

Warriors hand felt over your breast before his mouth was there too. His cooled lips and tongue did wonders on perking your nipple up into a hard bud.

You were so distracted by contrasting temperatures playing on your skin that when Fierce removed his drench fingers from you and pushed his cock halfway in with one motion, you nearly screamed. The stretch around him was glorious, making you see stars and stole your breath away.

Each deep breath had your chest rising, pressing your breast against Wars’s mouth further. Increased breath meant increased pulse and that was where Time had his mouth sucking. You wished they would all do more. You didn’t have to wish hard or for long. Fierce slowly dragged most of his cock out of you, holding your thighs so they would stay where they were, then plunged all the way in swiftly, repeating the motion over and over again. If that wasn’t enough to have your eyes rolling back, back arching and voice reverberating off the high vaulted ceiling and most likely letting the other creatures in the house know exactly what was going on, then the moments Time and Warriors bit down to have their literal taste of you, did.

You clung to the men beside you, nails digging in and scraping across hot and cold skin. Time held your face to the side so you didn’t hurt yourself with his teeth. You enthusiastically nipped his index finger that was against your lips before getting it into your mouth just so your mouth could have something to do.

With an abundant amount of stamina, these three were going to keep you busy. This was part of your life and you couldn’t think of a single complaint over it as your pleasure peeked and spilled over.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

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