#poly chain

[yandereunsolved]

All right babes. It's my turn to come in

How would the yandere chain feel about a reader speaking a lot of hylian. But they mix it up. Like when you speak a lot of languages and sometimes you mix them up. Like putting english words into Spanish on accident?

That but with hylian.

They'd be more threatened than anything. The fact that reader is able to speak to many different species across Hyrule is worrying. You could be plotting against them or asking for help from a passerby, and they wouldn't understand you. That's why they don't trust you to translate for them. They would rather starve, be harmed, or die than allow you to escape them. That's how precious you are to them.

They get jealous when you converse with other races. It stems from their insecurity and possessiveness. They have banned Wild from leading them to his Hyrule. You are much too friendly with the Zora. Sidon is much too nice to you! He likes to hold your hand, hug you, and swim with you. It's unacceptable. The only reason Sidon wasn't killed by one of the Links is because Wild defended him. Wild never defends anyone The Chain wants to kill because he's so hungry for your attention. So they let him live, for now.

In just everyday situations, they find it a lot more adorable. They'll just give you this starry-eyed look and nod along. You could have been ranting in Zora the entire time, and none of them will correct you. It's like the unspoken rule that if someone falls asleep on you, then you shouldn't move. If you slip into another language, they just go along with it. When you realize you apologize but they insist there's no need for that. As long as you aren't hiding secrets while speaking in a different tongue, they don't quite care what language you speak in.

They'll fight for your attention under the guise of wanting to learn to speak a new dialect. Some of them know bits and pieces of the languages of the different races, and others know only Hylian. So it's most definitely something they bicker over. You have to create a schedule so they can each take a turn learning something about one of those languages.

They all just find it so fascinating. They love it. It's just one of your unique quirks. It's something that makes you, you. And they love all of you, every part—no matter how big or small.

ღ Moony, ignore that this took me so long to answer.

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[twilightaurora]

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

#link x reader #link x fem!reader #botw x reader #totk x reader #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link smut #sage x reader #totk link x reader #wild x reader #the chain x reader #chain x reader #writting twi with an accent >> #sage my gremlin boy <33 #twilight princess x reader #oot link x reader #twilight x reader #time x reader #poly chain x reader #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #loz smut #aurora after dark

[desires-of-chain]

Just imagining Time spreading reader and taking them apart piece by piece while having the boys watch because “they need to learn how to please you properly if they want a taste”. He’s low key deadass though, if he spots one of them doing a bad job or notices you don’t look ruffled enough when you finish with them he won’t let them touch you again until he’s SURE they know what they’re doing, no matter how many times he has to “demonstrate”. Love my man Time, he just wants the best for us 🤭🤭

-🍩

EXCUUSSSEEEE MEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?! hold the duckin' phone now, your brain? imma smooch it platonically.

Time is just spoiling reader, honestly. You tellin' me that this man *points at him* put those goofballs into time out when they don't do well? ....what a delectable thought 😈

I do like the idea of him walking in and watching and if he' not hearing you scream or seeing you completely eyes rolled into the back of your head. The man is taking over. He will stop that Link of choice and make him watch as he pounds you into the afterlife.

#.bea answers #smut #🍩 anon #poly!chain

[seoafin]

gojo and geto seem like the last people to be overly domestic but they take to it so easily it surprises everyone

#they're so dedicated and meticulous about your wedding they're planning and organizing every single aspect of it down to the napkins #especially the wedding dress they go to every single showing and tailoring without fail and refuse to miss it #you know just in that off chance that you might let them fool around with you in the dressing room #the two of them are just not available during the period of planning your wedding their phones are just . off. #you wake up and find the kitchen decorated with cake samples everywhere. they make it a party. #sorrynotsorry i think all men should act less like they're being chained down for life in marriage and more like they get to spend the rest #of their lives with the person/people they love #like you always expect the girl to be super excited about the wedding and the dress and everything #and the guy is like whatever you want no opinions on his side #but stsg are so invested in your wedding and honeymoon and designing your new home #aka geto has a very specific image in mind for the house #down to the type of furniture he wants he seems like a home digest type of guy tbh #they want everything to be perfect #ripmc is the one that does not care at all btw she's fine with a paperwork marriage truly #has never heard of the color fuchsia in her life #poly au

[angry-trashcan]

Hair Holds Memories

You've heard of fix it fics, here's a fix me fic.

TW: Canon typical violence

1.4K WC

Saying goodbye had never been your strong suit. Teary eyes as you hugged each of Links, wishing them well and safe travels. You held each of them as if you would never see them again because, well, it was very likely you wouldn’t. Watching as each of them disappeared into a swirl of red and black.

Saying goodbye had never been your strong suit. Maybe that was why the goddess pulled you through the portal with them.

That is how you got to the point you were at now. Standing atop a large log, bow in hand, aiming at whatever monster tried to come near you. The chain raged in the battle. Orders being called out and weapons being thrown in a dizzying dance. You watched intently, bow drawn so tight you were worried the string may snap at any second. The group of men never slowed down. Sprays of red and black splattered the ground as well as their bodies. In only a few more moments, the last sword was pulled from a moblin’s head.

“That seems like the last of them.” Four muttered, looking down his dripping sword.

“It appears so.” Time agreed, looking around the clearing at the more than dozen moblin bodies. “Did anyone get hurt?”

At the relaxation off the group, you finally relaxed your bow, arms aching. You began to step down off the log when you felt yourself be pulled back. You cried out. Whatever grabbed you had grabbed one of your two long braids and was pulling you up by it, holding you up like a prize.

You heard shouts from across the clearing, though only barley over the blood pumping in your ears. You could hardly make out your name being cried out.

Your bow fell from your fingers, not like it would do much good now anyway. You fumbled around your waist before grabbing at a hunter’s knife. Undoing the clamp holding it on as fast as your shaking fingers would allow. The monster pulled your braid, causing you to cry out in pain and rise from the ground. You could feel the thing’s breath on your neck, drool dripping onto your back as it evaluated its prey. Your eyes fell onto the clearing where you could barley make out the chain arguing over how to best deal with the new threat without hurting you in the process.

The knife finally fell into your hands. In an act one could only explain as either blind courage or recklessness, you pulled the knife up swiftly cutting the braid off from your head. You fell to the ground. As soon as you hit the floor an arrow whizzed by and struck the moblin right between the eyes, causing it to fall back.

“Y/N!” A chorus of voices cried out to you. You scooted back on the ground away from the now dead and bleeding monster as fast as you could before you were bombarded by sweaty and bloody men.

“Are you okay?” Hyrule asked, crouching next to you and examining your face carefully.

“That was way too close. We need to find another way to keep them out of this.” Warriors stated to no one in particular.

“That was fucking awesome!” Wind blurted out, throwing his arms out with a wide grin on his face. Was he missing a tooth?

“Language.”

“Shut it, Old Man. You saw it too! That was so cool!” Wind’s excitement wasn’t reciprocated through the group as they began to make their way back to the camp.

The camp was fairly quiet was Wild cooked dinner, the sun was still decently high in the sky but he insisted he started early. A few spoke to one another in hushed tones as you stared into the fire. You absent mindedly touched the place where your braid once was, now almost to your shoulder. The other braid still hanging nearly to your waist, intertwined with flowers and ribbons. You knew it had to happen. And your hunting knife was far too big to do it.

“Does anyone have a small knife?” All eyes fell onto you, the hushed conversations fell silent.

“Is it for-“

“Yes.” You cut Wild off.

“I have one, I just sharpened it so it should do the job.” Four dug through his pouch before pulling out a small handled blade and passed it to you. A flash of green in his eyes.

You thanked him before turning to Time. “I’m going to the river right here. It shouldn’t be long. Is it okay if I go alone?” They had rules about you specifically. The main one being that you couldn’t go anywhere unsupervised. Who knows when another portal would open up? Or a monster could attack you (obviously).

He simply nodded as you walked away from the camp.

The river was no more than a five minute walk. It was calming there. A waist deep current with small fish appearing every now and then. A bit of a ways down a water fall could be seen. You sat next to the river bank, removing your boots and put your feet in the water. It was cold, but not too cold for such a warm day. And there you sat, the borrowed knife in your hands, feet dangling in the cool water, braid in front of you. You were sitting like that until the sun began to fall from the sky, the clouds turning a pinkish orange color.

Someone came from behind you.

“There you are, I was starting to get worried.” Twilight spoke in a warm tone, coming to stand next to you. You didn’t respond, just watched as your feet moved in the current. “You alright?”

That time you did respond, with a shaky voice and a “no” so barley auditable you weren’t sure if you even said it.

He sighed as he sat next to you, legs crossing so he didn’t get his boots wet. “I’m sorry we didn’t see the moblin. It was stupid on all of our parts. Don’t be blamin’ yoself over it.”

You shook your head, “I’m not upset about that. It’s-“ You choked out a laugh between hushed back tears, “It’s the hair.”

He looked slightly confused for a moment, “The hair? Darlin’, it’ll grow back.”

Another teary laugh, “I know, it’s just. It’s complicated.”

“Well, I have all night.” He sat back on his hands, looking up at the sun growing ever lower in the sky.

“Hair… hair holds memories.” You began, looking over at him then up to the sky as well. “I love having long hair because it is a testament to who I was, who I am as a person. And I put these flowers, braids, ribbons and everything else into it because it is what people have done for millennia. My ancestors braided their hair, just like I do. Am I making sense so far?”

He simply hummed, sitting up so he was upright, putting his hand on top of yours in your lap.

You continued. “And, I have been holding onto these memories. Carrying these painful memories with me, in my hair. Thinking of who else touched it, who else said it was beautiful.” His hand tightened on yours. “And it hurts. Because I don’t want those memories. So, I am conflicted. Because, while hair does hold memories, memories I want gone. It carries me with it.”

It was silent for a few moments. The sound of the river drowning out the sound of both of your breathing.

“You will make new memories, less painful ones.” His eyes were still on the sky, the sun had finally made its retreat, making way for a crescent moon. “Cuttin’ your hair will mark a new time. It shows who you are. Strong, strong enough to cut ties with horrid memories. You won’t carry it with you anymore. But you will still be you. You will still put flowers in it and braids, even if they aren’t as long.”

His eyes finally fell on you and yours rose to meet his.

“Will you help me?”

“Of course.” He rose to his knees as you slowly undid the remaining braid, removing the flowers gently as you did so. You handed him the knife once you finished, pushing the hair over your shoulder.

“You ready?” He asked, taking the hair into his hand, knife in the other.

“I’m ready.”

“To new beginnings.” He said, as he pulled the knife through the hair, slicing it off.

“To new beginnings.” You repeated, tears falling from your eyes.

You watched as the hair fell into the river.

Next

There will be more

#LU #linked universe #lu twilight #lu hyrule #Lu Four #lu time #lu sky #lu wild #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu x reader #linked universe headcanons #chain x reader #lu twilight x reader #poly!chain #also known as i just cut all my hair off and had the exact same crisis described here

[the-bar-sinister]

Chains of the Dragon (13992 words) by thesavagesabretooth

catch up here Consider this a sequel to Spirit of Justice.

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October 1, 2028– 6:40 pm Khura'in time

That afternoon when Apollo dragged himself to the palace after the day's trials were done, he paused at the end of the hall, hearing voices.

The younger voice of the two was raised, and sounded on the verge of tears as it replied to a question he hadn’t heard.

“I just said I was tired! That’s all, I still must do the dance of devotion later today and I wanted to…to take a break. I know horn head’s been….”

"You're making excuses again, young lady," the former queen's sharp tone rang out clearly in the long stone hall.

Apollo grimaced, realizing what was going on. He hadn't wanted to walk in on an argument– and he contemplated just turning around and coming back later, but…

Rayfa’s voice hiccuped, and he heard the ringing of bells as she most assuredly stomped her foot.

“I am not! I have been doing nothing but etiquette lessons, and …and…and holding court, and signing pardons, and attending classes, and being told that I’m still not polite enough! I have been working hard all morning, mother! I want to see my flowers!” 

"Rayfa, dear, I don't think that you understand. What you want does not come first. Or second. Your people come first. The country comes first. This is simply your duty as a princess and a queen– and your attitude is showing me that you are simply not up to the task!"

Rayfa made a quiet gasp, and the quiet jingling of bells sounded as if they may have come from her shaking with how rapid and soft they were.

“Not…Not up to the task, mother?” Rayfa’s voice quivered. “Father…father would have let me see my flowers..” 

"Your father did nothing but indulge and spoil you, Rayfa. He was raising a housecat, not a queen! Do you understand that?"

Apollo felt frozen, his heart was in his throat. The way Amara was talking to Raya– surely that wasn't right? Everyone saw how hard Rayfa was trying to keep up with all the demands put on her.

And who was Amara to talk about responsibility?

“A…A… a HOUSECAT?” Rayfa’s voice had gone shrill, and the jingling of her bells grew worse. “Mother, how dare you! I am Rayfa Padma Khura’in and…and…you KNOW I’ve always done my best to be a priestess of the Holy Mother AND a princess!” 

"Well I am sorry to tell you that your best simply is not measuring up, so you are going to have to try harder!"

Something in Apollo broke, and he charged forward down the hall into the scene.

If they had wanted privacy, they should have been arguing in a more private space then!

He rounded the corner to see Rayfa, in her cloak and priestess garb, holding her hands in front of herself as they shook. Tears were running down her face as she stared up at the former Queen Amara with something between anger, sadness and betrayal.

“So what am I supposed to d-do, if I am not good enough? How am I supposed to try harder when all I do is try to impress you, mother!? I haven’t tended to my flowers in weeks, I haven’t visited my pet! I have done nothing but what you’re asking me to do.” 

Amara was about to answer when she saw Apollo there and froze. He felt like he was under the gaze of the medusa the way the withering look seemed to hold him in place.

"And now you've embarrassed yourself," the former queen snapped. "You should apologize to Mr. Justice for exposing him to one of your temper tantrums."

Apollo made a choked noise. "I don't think–"

Rayfa had turned, looking at him with shock and surprise before she sagged under her mother’s reprimand.

She folded her shaking hands before herself and dipped into a little bow. 

“I…” she hiccuped. “I’m sorry for exposing you to one of my …” She grimaced and muttered out “temper tantrums, horn h–Mr. Justice.” 

Apollo sputtered and shook his head. 

"No, uh, no don't worry about it." He glanced between Amara and Rayfa for a moment, and finally said. "I uh, I know you're busy, princess, but I really need your help with a detail about the upcoming trial. If- if you could spare a few minutes?"

He watched as Amara just barely inclined her chin toward Rayfa.

“Of course M-mr. Justice.” Rayfa glanced nervously over her shoulder at Amara , as if looking to see if it were the right answer. “As…as the country’s finest defense a-attorney, It’s my royal duty to assist with such things.”

Amara seemed to give her approval. "I look forward to continuing our discussion later, princess. When time allows."

Without another word, she swept off down the hallway, leaving the two of them alone.

Rayfa quickly reached up to dry her eyes with her sleeves. Her breath went just a little too quick for a moment before she stilled it to a deep intake and slow breath out to steady herself before she looked up with her familiar serious pout.

“Sorry again, Mr. Justice. I forgot myself for a moment…as for your request, I am at your disposal.” 

Apollo leaned in toward her, and quietly said, "Why don't we talk in your garden."

Rayfa’s eyes widened and she jumped, her hand raising to her lips in surprise. 

“Oh! Ah, if you insist, Mr. Justice!”

Despite the formality of her reply, some sparkle of excitement came into her eyes again.

He smiled wanly and rubbed his face as he nodded, heart still pounding in his chest. 

"I definitely insist."

October 1, 2028– 6:55 pm Khura'in time

Rayfa led Apollo down the familiar path towards The Royal Courtyard and garden of the palace. The space still held the now vacant suite of the former Minister of Justice, as well as the now known to be quite empty ‘Tomb of Queen Amara’. The former, Apollo knew, had been given to Nahyuta to make his home in. The latter was still a point of contention in matters higher than his current position.

Rayfa seemed to lighten considerably, walking with a bit more of a bounce in her step as she wheeled towards the overgrown balcony covered in beautiful and vibrant flowers that spilled into the Royal Garden– a collection of local and rare plants in brilliant pinks, yellows, and a whole rainbow of other colors.

Rayfa nervously looked over her shoulder, before she hurried over to look them over. Beyond the flowers, Apollo saw rows of well tended herbs and vegetables growing in discrete patches– all, at one point, tended to by Princess Rayfa in her spare time.

“Oh no…” he heard her murmur when she bent down next to one of the flower beds. 

Apollo followed after her, and knelt down beside her. Had they died from inattention?

"Are they okay?" he asked.

A number of the flowers had wilted, dead from neglect on their withered stalks. What was worse, some of the soil had been disturbed with the mark of bootprints nearby…

“No.” Rayfa said in a low and shaky voice. “looks like nobody’s properly watered them…and some of the guards may have been a bit too brutish while passing by.” 

"That's–" Apollo bit his lip and hesitantly reached out to touch her shoulder. "That's terrible, I'm sorry. They don't have, like, a gardener? For when you're busy?"

The idea that there wouldn't be a palace gardener to take care of the flowers made him worry that this was some kind of … punishment.

Rayfa was on her knees in the dirt, holding one of the uprooted and withered flowers with a pensive frown.

“These were fath…” she visibly shuddered as she stifled a quiet noise. “Inga’s favorite. They made a nice tea that he’d like to have during his injections, and he liked a bouquet of them on his desk during meetings.”

She sighed quietly. “...I don’t know why Mother didn’t ask one of the monks to tend to it for me.” The frown on her face didn’t help Apollo’s first worrisome impression. 

Inga's favorite. If the idea of it being a deliberate punishment didn't explain it, then them being Inga's favorite certainly did. Every impression that Apollo got was that Amara hated the man, and resented his place in Rayfa's life.

"Do you think there's any chance we could save them?" Apollo asked. "I'll have Nahyuta ask someone to tend to the rest of them, too."

“Maybe…” Rayfa’s shoulders started to shake again, and he heard her stifle another cry. “I can. I promise I can! After my duties, I mean. When…when the people and the country are satisfied, I’ll try and save them.” 

"Hey, no, Rayfa–" Apollo felt his stomach lurch again and he put his other hand on her shoulder too. "Why don't we just try to take care of them now?"

Rayfa twitched just a little, but looked up at him with tears she was clearly trying to suppress. 

“Horn head!” She brushed her fingers through the dirt with a pout “didn’t you have a question you needed me to answer?” 

"Well, yeah," he murmured. "But I mean– it can wait. You have so much on your plate already…"

He felt a knot in his stomach. It had seemed like an important question at the time. But now it seemed like Rayfa was just as busy as he and Nahyuta were– just as burnt out. Maybe even more so.

Rayfa’s eyes looked back at the ruined bed of flowers, and she pointed to a small ornately decorated cupboard inset into the wall. 

“...get me my supplies out of there and you may ask me as I work, since you’re so concerned for my flowers.” 

Apollo nodded, and hurried over to get them. "Sounds great."

October 1, 2028– 2:45 pm LA time

Trucy had called Klavier and added an extra two tickets to the itinerary just before he and Ema had finished up with the travel plans, but that didn't bother him one bit. As far as he was concerned, the more the merrier. A couple of extra hands could only help– for instance if they needed to drag Apollo Justice physically onto an airplane.

He'd parted ways with Ema for the moment, and spent the early afternoon offloading his case schedule to other prosecutors in the office. He was just about to head out when he noticed someone by the coffee machine.

Diego Armando. The newest prosecutor in the office, technically. He'd been out of jail for a few months now and had returned almost immediately to the office with a demand to start work as soon as he could.

The whispers had all wondered why he didn’t return to defense, but Diego Armando seemed dead set on returning to this side of the courtroom…bringing his former co-conspirator and fellow ex-con Iris Fey along with him as his assistant in the process.

He was a handsome, older man…his hair prematurely white due to the shock of his brush with death, and a handsome salt and pepper goatee sharply and neatly shaved under a wolfish smile and the gleaming, three lined prosthetic mask he had to wear to see. It’d gotten sleeker since his imprisonment, the design refined into something less bulky and closer to flush against his face.

Right that moment he was glaring at the coffee machine in absolute disgust. “...look at this piece of shit.” 

With a statement like that, Klavier couldn't help but be intrigued and stick his nose in. It wasn't as if he didn't have a little time.

He leaned in and looked the machine over, lifting his sunglasses performatively to do so.

"Exactly what am I looking at, mein Freund?"

Diego looked up at him, and the mask on his face hummed as the internal circuits and lenses readjusted to his proximity.

“This fucking coffee maker, Klavier.” Diego rarely called anyone by their last name, or ‘mister and miss’...but even a few months later, Klavier knew if he did, it meant he was distinctly unhappy with you.

“You’d think a guy like Miles might at least lay out a better option than this coffee-flavored water dispenser.” 

"Ahhh," Klavier nodded. "So this is the reason you've been bringing in your own coffee? The coffee maker is not up to snuff for you? It looks expensive to me."

Klavier might not have known exactly why Diego had returned to prosecuting, but he was glad he had. He liked the older man, and over the last few months he felt like they'd developed a little bit of a rapport.

Diego slung an arm over Klavier’s shoulders. 

“It ain’t about the price of the machine, Klavier. It’s about the quality. Rich guys…they’ll blow all kinds of cash on fancy gizmos that’ll churn out something mediocre with the veneer of something great because of the damned price tag.”

Diego chuckled. “remind me to invite you to my office, Piano Man. I’ll show you how to brew the best damned cup of coffee of your life.”

Klavier smiled and put his arm companionably on the other man's shoulder in return. There was something irresistibly fatherly about him, and Klavier suddenly wondered if he'd have any advice about his current predicament.

"If you have the time, I am free now," he offered with a bright grin. "Of course, I'm sure you're busy. Such is life in the proescutors' office."

“Unlike the defense.” Diego laughed “actually…I got a case coming up but Iris is working on some investigative work for me before I can actually prepare. Tell you what…come on down, I’ll make you that cup of joe and we’ll chat for a bit.” 

Klavier smiled with a sudden feeling of relief.

October 1, 2028– 2:55 pm LA time

Every office in the prosecutorial building had its own prosecutor's personal touches. Diego's, while still in the process of a man moving back in after some time away, was no different.

He’d set a coffee bar to one end, beans in jars and brass and glass machines and pitchers laid out neatly near quality mugs hanging from a rack. Aside from the coffee, several posters sat in frames lined under a drawn red curtain, one for a classic western, one for the movie Taxi Driver, and another for a film loosely based on the career of Sirhan Dogen the assassin. His desk, which had among other things, a framed photograph of himself when he was younger and a woman with long dark hair and a magatama over her chest…and a set of small plastic horses set near a small frame turned down on its face.

In the corner, a smaller desk set with its own peculiarities, which must have belonged to Miss Fey, his assistant.

“Welcome to my home away from home, Klavier." He made his way for the coffee bar first.

"I'm impressed by your taste, mein Freund," he said, swaggering after him toward the coffee bar and looking over the unfamiliar tools laid on it. "The movie posters are a nice touch."

“Someone important to me got me a little hooked on the cinema, she was a regular cinephile.” Diego chuckled as he started the water heating, pointing to the poster of Taxi Driver. 

“She had that poster hanging up in her office for years. Had to grab another copy of it for here, when I moved in.” He whistled casually as he laid out a filter, a glass bowl and a few mugs. “Do you want a regular cup or an espresso? I could start that up if you need it.”

He gestured to one of the machines– one of the few Klavier was actually familiar with.

"I had an espresso at home this morning, so unless you're indulging I'll stick with the basics, I think. I'm already more jittery than I'd like to admit." He leaned on the counter, curiously watching Diego at work.

Diego pointed to him with a wolfish grin. 

“A man of taste, keeping a machine at home. You’ll have to tell me what one you’ve got.”

He placed the filter and strainer atop the clean glass pitcher, as he got to work selecting beans .“Jittery eh? What’s got you worked up.” 

Klavier fussed with his necklace and shrugged performatively. "I'm afraid I can't tell you much about the machine. I inherited it from my brother, who would probably have a more learned appreciation of what you're doing here…"

He glanced away. "As for what's got me worked up, ah, Diego mein Freund, now that is a story. I shouldn't burden you with gossip."

I shouldn't. But I hope you ask anyway.

“I’m an old man.” Diego laughed as he grabbed a handful of beans he was satisfied with and dumped them into a wood and brass grinder, starting to work on grinding them down.

He wasn’t actually all that old, but– sometimes it seemed he liked the joke well enough to pretend. “There's nothing I enjoy more than a little gossip from a friend over coffee. It’s traditional.” 

"You're barely old enough to be my father," Klavier laughed with him. And certainly not nearly unpleasant enough to be my father. "but if you'd like to know then I'll share. It would be rude of me to tease you when you're so graciously and laboriously making coffee just for little old me."

“I’d say I’m a saint, but that’d be a lie.” Diego smirked under his mask as he ground. “Given I’m fresh out of the clink.”

"I think that makes you more of a saint, Diego," he said, leaning on his hand over the table. "Saints are known to suffer, atoning for their sins. The people love a redemption story, ja?"

Diego stopped, looking at the fineness of the grind before he went back to it for a moment with a wry smirk. 

“So they do, Saint Armando of the Church of Justitia just sounds a bit fancy for a guy like me.” He pointed with a chuckle. “...but you’ve got a story to tell, and I’m all ears. My eyes don’t work for shit, but my ears sure do.” 

"Thankfully, I don't need your eyes at all today, Saint Armando," he grinned. "For they say that love is blind, don't they? I have a certain lover who is troubling me, I'm afraid."

Diego started tipping the grounds into the filter.

“Classic stuff. A troublesome lover’s like a fine cup of coffee.” He did not explain exactly what he meant by that. “So what's going on?” 

"You're a man of the world, Diego, so I won't bother to pretend that this lover is a woman," Klavier shrugged. "Or that we have what you would call a typical relationship. But either way, it's a problem of distance."

Lots of people would have been embarrassed to admit to a male lover, but Klavier didn't care. He wouldn't have cared even if his famous 'rockstar' status didn't carry with it the tacit assumption of bisexuality that he happily fulfilled.

Diego certainly didn’t seem to mind. No, he looked up with that sharp toothed grin of his, as he began to pour steaming water in a slow circle from a goose necked kettle into the filter.

“Ahhhh. Well Klavier, this man of yours…are we talking emotional distance, or physical?” he leaned on his hand with a grin. “I’ve got a bit of experience to draw on either way.” ” 

"The one has turned into the other," Klavier sighed. "First he iced me out emotionally, ja? He doesn't like to talk about his feelings. Now the distance is physical. He's run off on some kind of spiritual journey without so much as a call or a text."

“A spiritual journey.” Diego said dryly with a flicker of the lights in his mask. “Without sayin’ a word to you?”

“This boy of yours seems mighty considerate, would you say this is…” he waved his free hand as he poured “typical, for the way he deals with his shit?” 

"Unfortunately I have to say it is. Once the shock wore off I was not surprised in the least." He sagged over the table as he watched the steam rise from the full coffee filter, the freshly made brew slowly trickled down. "He comes and goes as he pleases, when we're together. He doesn't talk about his life. He cries, sometimes, and he won't say why. I ask, but he'll change the subject."

“A man of secrets.” Diego tapped the side of his nose as best he could with the mask in the way. The last of the water trickled down, and he leaned on the counter to look at Klavier with the three staring lights, never blinking and always glaring. “And a past full of pain. Hard to get a man like that to open up to you, even if you love ‘em.”

"Terribly hard," Klaver agreed, staring into Diego's red mask. "I had hoped that loving him would be enough. That if I gave him time and space, he'd open up to me on his own. But… that isn't what happened."

“And now he’s on a spiritual journey.” Diego asked as he poured Klavier a cup from the pot. 

"Halfway across the world, in fact," he said, straightening up and brushing his hair back as Diego poured the coffee. "And I know I shouldn't blame him. Times have been hard– very hard. Since I knew him, really, but even more so in the last year. But– Diego, he didn't even text me."

“I’m gonna say this now.” Diego pushed the coffee cup towards him as he poured his own “...you got a point being upset. Even if things haven’t been easy for the guy…vanishing without a word hurts. Not having the chance to even say goodbye hurts more.”

He sighed “He’s probably too wrapped up in his own pain to see the pain he’s puttin’ on others. Easy mistake to make. I’ve been there.” 

Klavier nodded and picked up the offered mug, taking a sip and tasting it carefully. It was rich, and subtle. Without a doubt some of the best coffee he'd ever tasted.

"This is amazing, mein Freund! Your coffee skills are peerless I'm sure," he said with a little smile. "And… Thank you. I have been wondering if I have any right to feel so heartbroken."

Diego spread his hands with a grin. 

“And it ain’t even hard. Pick the right beans, grind it the right way and pour– and you’ve got yourself Diego’s Blend #85.” He chuckled before he leaned on the table. “thanks. But…I think ya do. Love is a complicated tango, kid. You’re allowed to feel heartbroken when the steps don’t go the way you hoped…especially when your partner’s changing the dance halfway through the song.” 

"Changing the dance halfway through the song, ja… when you put it like that…" he heaved a sigh and took another sip of coffee, shaking his head. "I think perhaps part of the problem is we never even agreed on what dance it would be."

“And that’s the issue, kid. Communication…which your guy made hard from the start.” Diego lifted his coffee mug to his lip ‘..a relationship built on miscommunication’s gonna suffer from neither party knowing what the other expects. Just like a relationship built on a lie’s going to carry the baggage of it forever.” 

"I've always been honest with him," Klavier sighed, thinking back on it. "Sometimes I worry too honest for his taste, which perhaps is why I stopped being so open, and tried to let him come to me. You're right. It's communication, and he hasn't made it easy. I didn't ask because… I think i worry I want more from him than he wants to share, you know, Saint Diego?"

Diego nodded as he brushed his fingers over his mask in thought. “Sounds like a lot of the prison romances I knew, my friend.”

He spread his fingers and gestured towards Klavier. “you’re an open man, someone who wants to share thoughts and feelings with your lovers. He’s a man who wants to dance away from them any chance he gets…the question becomes… what do you plan to do about it?” 

Klavier smiled and rubbed his jaw. He gestured over to the wall of Diego's posters.

"The same thing they would do, mein freund. Purchased a plane ticket to chase him halfway around the world and beg him to come back to me."

Diego grinned widely and pointed his finger at him. 

“....and that, my friend, is the right choice. I would do the same exact thing if my partner…s…pulled the same tragic mess on me. Give or take the use of the word ‘begging’, of course.” 

Klavier chuckled and rubbed his face again. "Not very manly of me, I know. What word would you use?"

Diego rubbed his chin for a moment. 

“Lemme think for a second.” He sipped his coffee, before he pointed the whole cup at him. “Plead. I already took a plea bargain, so hey. Damage is done.” He laughed out loud, his grin growing wider. “Stole that one from Lana.” 

Klaver laughed along with him. "That's a good one. Plead. Maybe I'll do that one too. I have already considered merely grabbing him and hauling him on the plane by force. Terrible idea of course."

“Ah yes…” Diego nodded with a wry smirk. “the ‘villain of a romantic drama’ plan. Never quite works out the way the guys hope.” 

"Very occasionally it does. but usually those books are in an antique shop with titles like Strange Tales, and Men's Adventure. Not very modern of me. I won't stoop to his level and act like this is the forties" He chuckled and shook his head. "Mein Freund– I did notice you said partners?"

“Whoops.” Diego said with a lazy and carefree grin. “I’m a man of the world, as you said, but I guess the secret’s out.”

He lifted the coffee cup to his lips. “I’ve gotten myself into quite the little circle…part of it’s a rekindlin’ of something that came before…back when Mia was alive. The rest, well–bonds are formed and the heart wants what the heart wants.” 

Klavier smiled and once again felt a warm swell of kinship with the man. He lifted his cup to him. "Cheers. It's nice to know it's not only a rockstar who engages in these kinds of complications."

Diego raised his coffee cup with a chuckle and a flicker of his mask’s lights.

“Cheers, my friend. And from the bits and pieces you’ve shared…and what I’ve seen about the office…” he took a long sip of coffee before he sai.d “we share a certain something in our circle of complications.” 

Klavier raised his eyebrows, flushing a little as a number of possibilities came to his mind.

"Consider me intrigued, ja? Something or someone?"

“A cloudy Skye.” Diego laughed loudly at his own joke. 

Klavier chuckled at the joke too, even as his cheeks burned. "Ah yes, you did mention Lana Skye. The two of you must have known one another during your time in the great dark hole in the ground, yes? Or did you mean her sister?"

Ema had never mentioned a tryst with Diego, but Klavier wouldn't completely rule it out.

Diego held his hand up with a chuckle. He sipped his coffee 

“I mean Lana. She and Mia were…close. Even before the clink and…well.” He smirked with a shrug. “when we both wound up at the same long stay, maximum security motel…one thing lead to another.” 

Klavier smiled and nodded. "Nice to know the both of you had some comfort through the dark times, Saint Diego. Can I pry a further private question, purely for my own curiosity?"

“It’s certainly a comfort, that’s for sure.” He chuckled and leaned on his hand with a tilt of his head. “All ears, kid.” 

"Just ladies for you, or do you occasionally enjoy the company of gentlemen as well?"

Klavier wasn't exactly cruising him, no matter what his answer was. Not that he would necessarily say no to the man's roguish charm. But it was just nice to know when one was in good company. A relief, even.

Diego’s smirk hitched a little upward at the corner. 

“Looking to spend a night in the office?” he purred teasingly, before he took a long sip of his coffee.

“But no, ain’t just ladies for me by a long shot, though I would forgive the misconception.” he tilted his head , almost like a wink. “I got a fella I’ve got my eyes on…so to speak, for a bit now. Someone I got a score to settle with in a way I think’ll end more amicably than it did last time.” 

Klavier chuckled, and finished his coffee in a long sip, setting it down on the counter. "I hope you have better luck in that endeavor than I've been having in mine, ja? Or rather– I wish us both luck for the future. As for a night in the office, I admit I'm a little preoccupied right now, but who knows what the future holds. I am not immune to the charms of an older man."

Diego raised his mug with a laugh “thanks, kid. I hope so too…who knows what the future holds, like ya say. Let’s hope Lady Luck smiles down on both us hopeless goddamned romantics.”

He leaned on the back of his hand with that wide and nearly feral grin. 

“You ain’t, eh? Good to know. Handsome fella like you? I’d be happy to show you a thing or two.” 

"Well, Mr. Armando, I am always eager to learn. But first I must solve this little communication issue you've helped me with so much."

#klapollo #apollo justice #rayfa padma khura'in #klavier gavin #diego armando #prosecutor godot #ace attorney #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #poly ship #fic: chains of the dragon

[ssspringroll]

you can use the same technique i used for those insta-braids to approximate chain pretty okayish. obviously i slapped this mesh together in several seconds and also its warped unrealistically in some spots but if you squint. it could be worse lol

#simoleon #ill have to look into it more but i might make a chain pack too who knows #the chains will probably be significantly higher poly than the braids tho. we will see.

[lyramundana]

Vampire! Poly Minsung au:

In this society, it's an old tradition to offer noble vampires young boys and girls called "brides" once a year to drink blood from. These brides are usually humans brought up and prepared specially for this purpose, treated like expensive pets and making sure they're "pure" for their next master. Others are normal humans who want to devote themselves to vampires and offer their blood willingly in this ceremony.

Lee Minho and Han Jisung are relatively young vampires, who have also been lovers for many years, and don't think highly of this tradition. Specially since they've had acquaintances trying to force this so called brides on them, despite knowing well they don't want to drink any blood that's not from each other, and they also despise humans. Some of these attempts ended up in tragedy for the poor brides. They look at this tradition with utter disgust and swear on their cold hearts that they'll never indulge in such crude practises.. Until suddenly, drinking from the other no longer ceases the thirst, and they feel the beast within them grow, which would have terrible consequences.

Then they're offered another bride again, but this one carries a certain smell, one that makes the beasts inside them purr in delight and hunger. But there's one more thing about this girl:

She's not a willing tribute, she's been brought here by force.

@channieandhisgoonsquad (forgot to tag you srry)

@2chopsticks2eyes

@moonlightndaydreams

(All of you feel free to add your touch in this. Any aportation is welcomed)

#but it's not like they care #it doesn't matter whether she wants this or not #they're the ones holding the chains #poly minsung #minsung #lee know/han jisung x reader #skz scenarios #skz imagine #lee know imagine #han jisung imagine #skz drabble #my aus #The Night's Bride

[faroreskiss]

The Power of Understanding / Part 9

Revised to v2 on: 2023/09/10

Non-Trivial Matters - Part 2

Read on Ao3 Cheat Sheet Chapters: Part 8, Part 10 In this chapter: You seem to be the expert in alienating Links. Now you touched a nerve. What are you gonna do? More Twilight fluff, along with some moments with Wild in private. You reveal Twilight's other secret. Longer chapter yay!

After the events that took place that almost cost you the friendship of the Sky (thanks to your big mouth, literally blabbing that his deity might not exist and the whole hero cycle is actually pretty great), you all called it a night not long after, going up to your rooms.

Sure, the Captain had plenty of rupees to buy you lodgings in an inn in the middle of the city, but that did not mean the inn had enough rooms for ten travelers. Ultimately, you ended up rooming with Wild. The group was somewhat aware of your... unique connection, but that was a matter for another time. Four was with Wind, Twilight was with Sky, Warriors were with Time, and Hyrule stayed with Legend.

You took a very big jug of water, maybe around 5 liters, from the bar before you went upstairs, knowing you would feel thirsty in the middle of the night after that much alcohol got into your system. This caused the innkeeper and the other Links to give you a weird look as you requested it, but hey, hydration was important. Twilight gave you another look, a bit more enticing one if you dare say, as you were carrying the jug. His gaze was laced with a flirtatious energy, his cheeks tinged with a subtle blush from the ale.

As you started to ascend the stairs, the weight of the water jug reminding you of your responsible choice, Twilight's voice followed you, dripping with playful charm, "Gearing up for a wild night, (Y/N)? That's a whole lot of hydration you've got there."

His flirtatious remark caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but chuckle in response. "Well, someone's got to make sure we're all in fighting shape tomorrow, right?"

Twilight's mischievous grin widened, his gaze lingering a moment longer before you disappeared up the stairs, though you could swear you felt a hint of… jealousy in there? With a mixture of exhilaration and a hint of uncertainty, you continued your ascent, feeling the warmth of Twilight's attention echoing in your mind. With that much alcohol in your system, it was hard to keep your mask on.

As you exchanged flirtatious banter with Twilight, you couldn't help but feel a subtle pang of awareness. You knew that your connection with Wild was something special, laden with unspoken emotions and shared moments that transcended simple friendship. However, the circumstances had yet to allow for a proper discussion about the depth of your feelings for each other.

When you reached the room you were going to be sharing with Wild, the atmosphere was still vibrant with the remnants of laughter and alcohol-induced vibes, though you still felt like you messed up badly with Sky. And amidst the somewhat hazy revelry, your exchange with Twilight most likely hadn't gone unnoticed. Most likely. Wild's usually observant eyes seemed a touch clouded by the drinks, but they held a hint of curiosity as he entered the room with you. He made a casual comment, his voice tinged with playful teasing and… possibly jealousy, as if he needed one up the Hero of Twilight  "Didn't know you were trying to win the 'Most Hydrated’ award tonight." It sounded a bit bitter, for some reason. 

Honestly, you were just too restless and feeling too guilty for that conversation right now, so you decided to focus on another topic in your mind. 

So you chuckled instead, trying to keep the mood lighter, placing the water jug on a nearby table as he closed the door. "Someone's got to be the responsible one, right?" Then your lips formed a straight line for a moment before you continued. “It felt more like I’m trying to win the ‘how to hurt your friends and insult their beliefs the worst way possible’ award, if we’re being honest.”

Wild settled onto the inn bed, removing his boots with a hint of detachment in his voice, as if he were shielding his emotions. His words held a certain flatness, a veil over his vulnerability. "I mean… honestly speaking, (Y/N), you know he had a point… Especially that part about ‘the cycle working just fine’," he said, avoiding your gaze as he spoke. It was clear he was wrestling with his own feelings, and your heart ached in response.

A pang of guilt surged through you, his words hitting home. He was right, and you knew it. Your logical side often clashed with the more emotional aspects of your interactions, and you were well aware that there were certain topics that needed to be handled with greater care. These weren't just characters from a video game; they were real individuals with their own thoughts and feelings. The fact that you had access to information about them only added to the complexity of your situation.

"I… I know my apology should have included not only him, but all of you," your words carried a weight of remorse as you spoke. Regret laced each syllable, and you felt your heart squeeze. "I understand that these aren't just stories for you; they're your lives, your sacrifices. I'm sorry for trivializing that." Wild's gentle smile held a mixture of hurt and understanding, and you took a seat, pouring a glass of water as you contemplated your own insensitivity.

"I can't always keep my thoughts to myself, especially when I've had a few drinks," you admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle. You gazed into his eyes, your expression pleading for him to understand the depth of your remorse.

His response held a mixture of empathy and honesty, his words tinged with a newfound assertiveness. "We know you never intend to harm us, but sometimes your words hit close to the heart. And even after spending almost two years together, I can't always figure out how you have insight into certain matters," he stated firmly. There was a confidence to his words that took you by surprise, his usual reserved nature giving way to a more direct approach. The alcohol seemed to have emboldened him.

You acknowledged his observation with a nod, recognizing the truth in his words. "I've never lied about not being from any Hyrule. I told you, Purah and Zelda, that Hyrule doesn't exist where I come from, yet information about it does exist. I didn’t know that anything I knew could even be relevant, if we were to never meet with the rest of the Links… I just, I just thought I would be living the rest of my life there in my cottage in Hateno," you admitted, your gaze thoughtful as you struggled to find the right words. His directness invited a level of honesty you hadn't shared before.

He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "It's just… I can't help but feel you're keeping something from us," he confessed, his words hanging in the air. The truth of his statement struck you, and you found yourself speechless in the face of his insight.

"Link..." you said softly, your voice a mix of vulnerability and reassurance.

He pressed on, his gaze unwavering. "I know you're not lying, but there's more to it. Some things you know can't be explained by mere research or history. And I think you're aware of that," he said, his words direct and unyielding. You would not expect this from him, at all.

You struggled to find a response, your mind racing to catch up with the intensity of the conversation. "I... You're right. There's more that I haven't shared, things that go beyond what I can easily explain," you admitted, your voice tinged with a mixture of reluctance and honesty. The weight of your unspoken secrets hung heavily in the air between you.

The vulnerability of the moment shifted as he rose from the bed, pulling a chair closer to you. He cupped your face gently, his touch both comforting and electrifying. For a fleeting moment, his eyes searched yours, and you sensed an unspoken connection. It was as if the emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface were finally breaking free.

"One day, I'll share everything with you all. I promise. Just... give me time," you pleaded, hoping that he could understand the complexity of your situation.

He pulled away with a tender smile, his gaze filled with affection and understanding. "Just be careful with your words, my little bookworm. They have a way of impacting me in ways you might not realize, even more than just me, from what I noticed…" he teased, a warmth in his tone and the way he used silly terms sent a shiver down your spine. He cleared his throat, a feigned cough masking his growing embarrassment. With a final exchange of glances, he made his way to his bed, leaving a sense of anticipation lingering in the air.

"Good night, (Y/N)," he murmured softly.

"Night, Link." Your heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as you watched him settle in, the weight of unspoken truths and burgeoning feelings hanging over the room like a delicate secret waiting to be unveiled.

 You just couldn’t sleep. 

Possibly hours passed since you and Wild got into bed, mind you, separate ones, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, his chest slowly rising and falling. You remembered the time where you woke up next to him after the night you spent with him and Zelda, and felt your ears reddening. Maybe you could just go snuggle up to him now? You were sure he wouldn’t mind. You did it every now and then…

It wasn’t the time for that now!

You were feeling restless, what happened between you and Sky weighing heavily on you still, especially after Wild’s words about being careful with your words. And then you went ahead and PROMISED that you would explain it. Another art piece out of your great big mouth. Oh, and he was totally aware of how Twilight was looking at you as well. Lovely.

Since you promised, maybe you should just get answers to some of your questions at least, you thought to yourself. About Links, each of them. Then you sighed, why were you so evil? 

After you turned left and right in the bed and shifted for the hundredth time, you decided to get up. You were so thirsty anyway, and were glad that you had that jug in the room. You got a glass for yourself and slowly opened the door, and went towards one of the balconies of the inn on your floor.

It was the cool summer breeze that welcomed you, with cicadas chirping around and of course the beautiful and clear sky, free from light pollution. Silent streets of the Castle Town lay below you, bathed in the soft moonlight. This whole conversation with Wild had stirred up feelings of nostalgia for your own world. Even the stars and their alignments looked completely different over here, unfamiliar constellations dotting the sky. But at least the sun and the moon remained consistent, providing a sense of continuity. It was a small comfort in a world of uncertainty, and as you stood on the balcony, you couldn't shake off the melancholy that had settled in your heart.

The door to the balcony creaked open behind you, and you turned to see Twilight standing there, a soft smile on his lips. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?" he asked, his voice carrying the warmth of camaraderie. His presence was unexpected, yet strangely comforting.

"Yeah, something like that," you replied, taking a sip from your glass. "Just needed some fresh air and... space to think."

The rancher… Twilight. He also was an odd one. Sure, he had what the others called the Ordonian drawl, but not always. The others were most likely more perceptive than you and they noticed it as well. But after his close brush with death and at least some of his secrets being spilled, nobody would think to probe him more. He definitely was an adopted Ordonian, and adapted himself into their traditions, and the way they speak, how they act. He also had the carefree vibes of a rancher, and the experience of it. No matter what though, you couldn’t help but notice, when the situation called for it, he spoke like someone who is educated in a very particular way, without a trace of that drawl.

Like a noble knight.

“What’s on your mind? If you don’t mind sharin’…” Twilight's voice was soft and inviting, his concern evident in his expression.

Ah, what the hell… Of course you knew the reason why. 

“Just thinking about what happened this evening, with uhm, you know,” you just added idly as you leaned to the rails of the balcony, feeling the weight of your guilt resurface.

“Ah that…” he pursed his lips, he was about to continue but you interjected before he could.

“I guess I need to apologize to you as well, I really made light of a situation that I have no experience being in, other than reading about it.” You turned to him, with sadness and regret in your eyes.

He scratched the back of his head, looking a bit puzzled about what to say next. Then he had a reassuring look on his face, firm yet gentle. 

“Yeah, apology accepted. I know you meant no harm,” he put a hand on your shoulder. “But not gonna lie, each time I think I finally got used to your trivia queenin, you somehow manage to surprise me.” 

You grinned, his lightheartedness contagious. “Well, can't let you get too comfortable, can I? Gotta keep you on your toes.”

Twilight chuckled, a sparkle in his eyes. “Oh, trust me, you've definitely succeeded in that.”

You leaned closer, your shoulders brushing against his. "I'm just trying to keep up with you all. It's not easy, you know? Especially when you've got that farm boy charm going on."

He laughed, a rich and warm sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "Farm boy charm, huh? I'll have you know, there's a lot more to me than just that."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. "Oh, really? Do tell, Mr. Mysterious."

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. "Well, for starters, I've got a knack for herding very stubborn Ordonian goats. And if you're ever in need of a thrilling adventure of sumo with Gorons, I'm your guy."

You let out a mock gasp, placing a hand over your heart. "Herding goats and thrilling adventures? My, my, you really are the whole package, aren't you?"

He chuckled, the warmth of his laughter wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. "I like to think so. But you, my dear, are a mystery I'm still trying to unravel."

There it was, he could be as goofy as he wanted, but you could hear his drawl disappear and him actually hinting at something else about you, very carefully.

Regardless, you couldn’t help but feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, his words sending a delightful flutter through your chest. "Is that so?”

Twilight's eyes held a mixture of playfulness and something deeper, a curiosity that seemed to reach beyond the surface. "Absolutely. You're not like anyone I've ever met, and that's saying something considering the bunch we've got here." he winked.

Your heart skipped a beat, his gaze and words making you feel seen in a way you hadn't experienced before. "I could say the same about you, ‘Rancher’. You've got this enigmatic knightly aura that keeps drawing me in."

You were playing a dangerous game here. You really haven’t learned your lesson after what happened with Sky, have you? You weren’t even exactly subtle about it. Blunt flirting wasn’t going to hide what you knew. You had to get it out as well so you could at least sleep. Maybe.

He chuckled softly, then for a moment his expression darkened.

“Now now, whatever might you mean? I’m but a humble country boy~” he was trying to keep it light, but you could see that it was nothing but a mask in this situation. 

You got into a serious mood now. There was no need to play games anymore, and you did promise that you would slowly start telling the full truth to all of them. Why not start now? 

“Hey, Link… It’s okay, I know.” you said softly, touching your shoulder to his. He raised an eyebrow, not realizing what you meant at first. Then he tensed. 

“What… do you know?”  he asked, not looking at you but towards the streets, you could tell he had a stern expression on his face, from his voice alone. You gulped. Here goes nothing.

“About your hometown….” you said carefully. 

He was silent. He didn’t seem that surprised, you were the trivia queen after all, yet it still looked like he was taken off guard. But…

“My hometown is Ordon.” he said firmly. You really, really knew you shouldn’t press on, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Bordering the Gerudo desert,” you continued, as you saw him close his eyes and take a deep breath, trying to compose himself. It was almost like you were torturing him, but you couldn’t stop. 

“Where the Gaurof sword was…” 

He froze for a second. Then he turned to you once again, with an unreadable expression. You could swear you saw his eyes shine golden for a split moment. He put a hand on your shoulder, quite rougher than you expected, and squeezed it a bit too much for your comfort. 

“Enough,” he said very sharply. 

Now his face had the expression of pure pain. Pain of memories. 

You really messed up this time, didn’t you?

His grip on your shoulder slowly loosened, noticing your expression of terror, his eyes shifting away from yours. "You should be careful, (Y/N). Some things are best left untouched."

You swallowed hard, feeling a pang of regret for pushing the boundaries too far. "I'm sorry, I have no excuse. But for what I’m about to reveal later, it’s better that you understand the extent of my knowledge… and that it is not just books and history research.” You had to stand your ground, you opened Pandora's box after all.

Twilight's gaze remained distant, his thoughts seemingly far away. After a moment, he finally turned to you, his eyes a mix of curiosity and wariness. "And what are you suggesting? That there's more to this than you've let on? More than just being an outsider who knows a bit too much?"

You nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on you, feeling the stress on the word outsider like a little stab in your heart. He was bitter, rightfully so. 

"Exactly. But there's something you need to understand, Link. My intentions are not to exploit or deceive. I've been trying to piece together the right time and place to share everything. It's just... complicated."

He let out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Complicated is an understatement. You've been a box of secrets since you and the Champion arrived, (Y/N). But I've seen the way you interact with the group, the genuine concern you have for all of us. That counts for something."

A mixture of relief and gratitude washed over you. Maybe you hadn't irreparably damaged your relationship with him. "I appreciate your understanding, I don't take your trust lightly."

He offered a faint smile, the tension between you slowly easing. "Just... be cautious, all right? There's more at stake than you might realize."

You nodded in agreement, appreciating his sincerity. "Believe me, I've come to understand that more and more with each passing day. And already got another lecture from Link, erhm, Champion…” You scratched the back of your neck, slightly embarrassed. At the mention of his name, you felt him twitch a bit. But you decided to leave it for now. I guess it is also a little bit awkward when somebody uses your name when they refer to someone else.

“Hey…” you spoke softly. “If you want to talk about, you know, what happened in the past, I’m here for you. And yes, with the knowledge I have, I know none of it, none of it was your fault. I’m sorry you had to carry that burden alone.” 

He just stayed silent, hopefully appreciating your words. You were playing with fire.

Then Twilight's expression softened, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "Thank you," he finally said, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "It's... not something I've spoken about with anyone in a long time. But hearing that you understand, even a little, it means more than you realize."

You were just glad he didn’t rip your throat right there and then, since you thought it would be well deserved at that moment. You collected yourself, took a deep breath and just wrapped your arms around him, trying to give him a comforting embrace. 

As you wrapped your arms around Twilight, you felt a slight hesitation from him, as if he wasn't entirely sure how to respond to this sudden display of affection. But slowly, tentatively, he allowed his arms to encircle you in return. His embrace was gentle yet warm, as if he was afraid to hold you too tightly, as if he was afraid of breaking something fragile.

You could feel his heart beating against yours, a rhythm that seemed to mirror the complexity of his emotions. There was a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and a hint of sadness in the way he held you. It was as if he was letting down a guard he didn't even know he had, allowing himself to be vulnerable for a brief moment.

The night around you seemed to stand still, the world hushed as if holding its breath. In that quiet embrace, you could sense the weight of his past, the burden he had carried for so long. It was a bittersweet moment, one that held both comfort and pain.

As you finally pulled away, his eyes met yours, and there was an unspoken understanding that passed between you. 

"Thank you," he repeated, his voice a little softer this time, his gaze holding a mixture of gratitude and something else you couldn't quite decipher. But you could tell that this moment meant something to him, something he perhaps hadn't expected.

You gave him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently before letting go. "We're in this together, remember?"

He nodded, his lips curling into a small, genuine smile. "Yeah, we are." And with that, you both turned back to the balcony, leaning against the railing as you continued your conversation, the night around you carrying a sense of newfound connection and understanding.

#zelda fandom #zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda #fanfic #linked universe x reader #link x reader #linked universe #linked universe au #ethical non monogamy #fluff #twilight x reader #lu twilight #lu the chain #navigating poly relationships #reader insert #isekai #isekai reader

[patron-saints]

so, paninya is dating winry who’s dating ed who’s dating ling, who’s dating lan fan

#and if you’re reading swallows on the beam you’ll note that lan fan is also dating lien hua #obviously the adult wlw ships take up the majority of my brain space but sometimes the kids poly chain is Very fun to think about #as is al/may!!!! #fma

[yandereunsolved]

Imagine the reader being Yan! Poly Chains deity. You were only a demi-god(dess), the child of the golden goddess Farore. You were hid away within space and time in a temple of your own so that no evil would touch the offspring of one of the golden three. Only—Ganondorf's forces invaded a place hidden by all, and you were forced to flee. You ended up finding The Chain, and they were all absolutely enamored.

Sky surely isn't that obsessed. He only pledges his undying loyalty to you. He has already killed a god once. He will kill another if it will keep you safe. He'd kill the golden goddesses if they tried to take you from the safety of his arms.

Time isn't absolutely possessive of you or anything. He just doesn't want you to leave them. Ever. If your mother or her sisters wanted you somewhere else, then wouldn't they have led you somewhere else? They are all the heroes chosen by the goddesses! That is practically a seal of approval on their part. You are basically already married to him. He already controls everything you do and everyone you talk to. Oh? A ring on your finger. It's just something for protection. It's a mortal custom from his world. You wouldn't dare refuse it, would you?

Legend isn't enamored by your very presence. No, not at all. Can't you see how snarky and rude he acts around you? He always pushes you away and doesn't allow you to touch anything. He's the Link who is most likely to lead you to Hyrule first if even so much as a scratch shows up on you. It's not like Hyrule and Legend have teamed up against the other Links to win your hand. No, not at all. He just wants to pawn you off on someone else. He's got more important things to do. Like enchanting more things to give to you so he can show the others that you are claimed by him.

Hyrule is just curious about you. It's not like he spends every waking moment watching over your figure and fantasizing about you. It's not like he makes sure that you are always healed first. It's not like he reluctantly teamed up with Legend or anything. You find him bathing in the same river as you. Coincidence. Sorry. He just couldn't stay away for too long.

Twilight isn't your personal guard dog at all. He just likes being near you. That isn't a crime! Perhaps he manipulates you a little into always letting him cuddle up to you as Wolfie. Perhaps he is always willing to glare at every other member of The Chain so they stay away from you. He's just a touchy guy, okay? He always has his hands on you. He's always carrying you. It's just a quirk of his. It totally isn't a deeply ingrained obsession he has about you being his mate. The only one he'll back down to is Time, reluctantly.

The Colors just like you—Four does as well. He isn't going to do the 'he totally doesn't like you thing'. His strategy is to be honest with you. He isn't manipulating you! He's just showing you how much better he is than anybody else in The Chain. He splits constantly just because the others are so eager to see you and be with you. He just wants to make you armor and weapons and always keep you in his arms. Is that too much to ask?

Wind just wants you to take him seriously. He's surprised when you do. You're a fan of him? You watched his journey? Wait, you have the ability to do that with your super cool and awesome powers!? Is aged up here and most definitely kind of dorky when it comes to you. He's the most relaxed and socially inept when it comes to the others. Most of his gaslighting, manipulation, and other yandere tendencies are subconscious. He doesn't even realize he is doing anything wrong until one of the others confronts him. It isn't like they are any better about it.

Wars doesn't just flirt with anyone, only with you. He always hopes that The Chain won't end up starting an inter-dimensional war over you. He understands what it's like to have someone madly in love with you that you don't have feelings for. He's the most self-aware of The Chain, hands down. He takes a more traditionally romantic approach. While he may be hesitant to manipulate you because he wants your feelings to be genuine, he has no problem manipulating the other Links. He has no problem with threatening to not help them during battle just so he can get some more time with you.

Wild is the most self-sacrificing. He is also the most self-depreciating. If you have read my headcanons yk yk. He is almost entirely non-verbal. He's only spoken once since you met him. He takes the 'actions speak louder than words' approach. He is willing to fall at your feet and make you depend on his attention. That's one of his dreams, making you just as obsessed with him as he is with you. Another is teaching you Hylian sign.

Bonus: Ravio, Cal, & Sage

Ravio is the most intrigued and illusive. All of the Links can agree that they will try to scare him away from you. That's why he'll randomly pop in and out of your daily life. The two seconds of peace you get a day are interrupted by him. You are prone to being overstimulated since you went from zero contact to an entire group of yanderes. Ravio offers you relaxation, and he even speaks in a quiet voice with you. He gifts you relaxation and sleeping potions. He gives you a bunch of jewels and things he has found. He sees you as a treasure that needs to be protected by him. You are priceless, truly one of kind. Is it so bad that he wants you for himself?

Cal is completely non-verbal. You haven't ever heard him speak. He sees Twilight, Wild, and Sage as his main competitors. Twilight, because he is also your silent protector. Cal is always near you in a protective manner, and he is unable to verbalize his feelings for you. It always allows Twilight to sweep you up off of your feet. Both Wild and Sage are more experienced versions of him. Wild clings to your attention, and at least he was spoken once. Sage is verbal and is able to loudly berate Cal without anyone stepping in. Cal just takes it. It's what he's been taught. At least one good thing comes of this—you, sweet heavenly you. He may be your physical protector, but you are his spiritual protector. You always make sure the others stay off him. Wild is always extremely jealous of this and acts like a wounded animal to get your attention back on him.

Sage is the most apprehensive and combative toward you. The goddesses failed him. Why should he fall madly in love with you like the others? It isn't like he is secretly yearning for you or something. Whatever. He is always willing to try and 'put you in your place'. Yet, you always understand him. You are always there to heal his wounds and give him a shoulder to cry on. You become the one deity that he can believe in. He's willing to maybe absolutely and unabashedly be head over heels in love with you. You like his arm? It's now his favorite part of his body. The rest of The Chain is already plotting how to remove his arm, so you will no longer praise it. Four's hands are already itching towards his tools, and The Colors are screaming to murder him at the top of their lungs.

#headcanons? maybe #this was in my drafts #it was supposed to be a joke #lu #linked universe #yandere au #yandere linked universe #poly chain #polyamourous chain #lu sky #lu chain #lu time #lu legend #lu twilight #headcanons #my headcanons #lu wind #lu wild #lu warriors #lu wars #lu sage #aoc link #totk link #ravio #lu ravio #loz ravio #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader

[girlspecimen]

do you guys remember when that glitchcore/webcore/“scenecore”/wtv micro design trend was popular over the pandemic esp with like young anime kinnies and how much it litterally just looked like the MLG dank memer design trends from a fleeting moment of childhood they did not experience but people a bit older than them did. that was funny

#thoughts #with the rainbow dancing frog and cheeto bags and stuff #it was like that but with lucky star characters and like. low poly renders of chains and sparkles

[desires-of-chain]

poly!chain thought for the night: Time blindfolding reader and tying them up in bed, before one by one the Links come in and have their turn with them. Perhaps Time is watching, making sure they please reader right, or maybe he only comes in at the end when they're well and truly used and worn out, untying them and cleaning them up (or having his own turn now reader is finally ready for him - if the size chart you made indicates anything, reader would need to be loose)

The idea of reader not having a clue who it is, just how each of them moves inside them and touches them, perhaps only being clued in by their voices when they moan, or even being able to tell by their cocks and how they fill reader up...

um uh. yeah. i think they should all get a turn and i think Time should take care of them afterwards and be all sweet.

- wizard anon

G O O D S H I T

Time be so good to reader, spoiling them to where they are sleeping good for the next couple of nights.

#.bea answers #smut #🧙 anon #poly!chain

[northlight14]

Yaoyorozu x Jirou x Denki x Shinso x Monoma is an incredibly underrated ship so I will be pushing this agenda out of spite. Enjoy😂

#screw the love triangle! I present to you the chain of poly #mha #multishipper moment #momojirou #kamijirou #shinkami #monoshin #monoshinkamimomojirou #Christ that ship name is long😅 #north speaks

[angry-trashcan]

I may write an entirely self indulgent one-shot or fic to cure my mental health. Probably leaning more towards a short series of one shots that Link (haha) together.

#starting with Twilight then probs Legend or Wild #maybe??? big maybe poly chain #I'll tag it if it is ofc #and I'll tag any n//sfw chapters bc there probs will be some lets be real here #im just sad and i need them to fix me so im going to make them #LU #linked universe #oh it would be reader x chain #chain x reader