You'll find a odd thing or two in here ♥️

Everything was too loud. The barracks smelled like sweat, and the soldiers just couldn’t stop talking. They were talking about their wives and  what they planned to do to them when they got home. Now time hasn’t seen the reader in over 3 months, he’s even her on the road and would give a wave and try to say hello, but something always needed his attention. 

There were multiple monster camps  set up within an uncomfortable distance from the castle. Before the soldiers could be sent home for a while, they had to eliminate those camps,  make reports and see why they’ve gotten so close to civilians and the castle.

Now, time wasn’t a stranger to enemy camps and having to find out their motives and eradicating them. The only problem was, not seeing his lovely reader in over 3 months, (might as well have been longer) leaves him feeling a little pent up. The soldiers noticed too, when he was fighting it was as if this was going to be his last battle ever and he needed to protect everything at all costs. Not to mention how he's been getting snappier and more brattier as this goes on. 

Though what triggered Lullaby to start to look into this is when he was fighting behind sheik. A lizafols had tried to swing its sword right at his side, it would’ve been a deep slash with the force behind it. Time had other plans unfortunately, he had someone to go home to and this wasn’t going to change that. When that lizalfos had decided to strike sheik, right before he was able to, time was falling down from the air stabbing that bastard in the head, killing it instantly. The yelling around him was irritating, people yelling demands and orders, some asking for aid, before sheik was able to turn around and thank him, time was dashing off to where  to where one was escaping towards one of the paths that led to ordon. Ordon was where you lived, and you were house sitting for him and this path leads to his house too-

And that just wouldn't work for him. 

Time was hot on the heels of the lizalfo, and  hacking away anytime he got semi close. Making nicks and slashes on important nerves and parts on the back, some slashes strong enough to get through the leather armor it was wearing. 

Time picking up his pace, despite how fast he already was he was almost up to speed for him to get a landing blow on the lizalfo and chop its head off, if it didn't die from blood loss first. The satisfaction by cutting the head off would be greater than watching it bleed out because it dared try to go where home was. To her.   Something like this would never usually be such a problem for him, he's seen you wrestle goats over her shoulder, and absolutely destroy him. But for some reason this just absolutely triggered him today. He's seen you destroy a horde of enemies before just because they hurt him, even knowing you could defend yourself this just messed with him. He's heard people talking about how he's been getting more aggressive lately, how he's been more uptight, giving out more and more orders every day, becoming snapper by the hour. He was getting odd looks from zelda too, everytime she'd watch him he always looked pissy, always mad at someone or something. Never a happy smile on his face. He could see how it was affecting his troops. Everyone was starting to get tired of it, and the solution was simple, for him to get laid. He hasn't seen her in a bit and seeing her always seems to do the trick zelda thinks. Whenever he comes back from being with her it's like he's seen something celestial. Happy with life and sometimes people, seeing her was the perfect solution for this. 

“You've been on edge lately.” Zelda states with link standing in front of her desk, just itching to get back on the field. “There's too many monster camps set up near the castle, I'm not able to rest right  until we figure out why they're there.” 

“Link, you being on edge does no one good. Your troops are on edge because they know they're on thin ice, anything could tick you without any notice.” 

“Zelda I-”

“Link, I'm sending you home. Come back after you've seen your wife. I know you're dying to see her. Get laid and we’ll talk.” 

Well he couldn't argue about that, getting sent home to see you sounds great. He hasn't seen you in ages.  Zelda quickly scribbles something on a piece of paper and it's shoved into his hands and he's pushed out of her office with a ‘Have fun!’ It says

 'Link is temporarily released to go home for 5 days. -Zelda’  

Can't argue with this even when a part of him says to stay and finish getting rid of the camps. Nope- He wants to see you more and that's how it always will be.  Running down to the stables he gets epona ready to go and he's off. The familiar trail brings him a sense of comfort till he can  get to you, the ultimate comfort he’ll ever have.  Epona follows the trail without much direction from link. They've done this many times before, going as fast as they can just to get back to you. Epona knows she'll be spoiled the moment she does, and well, Linky is  going to get spoiled in another way. 

You've been house sitting for link, ordon wasn't far away so you could still visit home and do  your chores and make it back to him before noon. It's gotten boring without him around. Lying around has gotten boring, while it's nice. You read everything you've been meaning to and there's not enough  time to go to castle time before he'd be back. His house is in spick and span condtion. Being on top of the cleaning wasn't hard when he was barely even home in the first place

Slam!

Someone just slammed your door open and your hearts going a thousand beats a minute Links not supposed to be home yet, sure you've gotten your share of unwanted guests but none of them have been rude enough to slam open your door, and they didn't even knock either! You were prepared to grab the knife you kept handy when you were at his house alone for long periods of time. The big weapons were left in a place by the front door where they couldn't be grabbed when it was open. As you were turning the corner in the flash of a second you were  with a body. You almost bonked heads with this human wall when you did, and you were well prepared to push and throw this person at your door until there was a strong smell of burnt cedar and a spice. A familiar smell  as it was the smell of this house just weaker. It was the smell of link you've now put together, looking up most likely your hair in some sort of crazy position and arm still grasping the knife you look up, and its link. His hair is pulled into a side braid, he always liked to keep it long, but having it flying everywhere when dealing with animals wasn't always the best. The spice he'd get was always similar. You've never found out what he used it for but it never smelled the same from each time he'd get it, one week it could smell muskier than it usually did, the next it could smell lighter than it did and you had no clue why. You'd locked eyes with him when you were pushed up against the recently closed door. He closed it with his foot when he disarmed you, tossing the knife to somewhere in the house behind you two. It's been ages since you've seen each other and have been able to hold each other like this. The closeness and the proximity was a reminder of how much this man could make your heart rate spike. His face right in yours slowly leaning in till your lips meet. The intensity he put in it reminds you of how much you missed him. Such a thing should leave you breathless, but with how high strung you’ve been, you match him like it's nothing. With him tugging at your shirt, you tug at his tunic, but with how he has his belts it's proving quite difficult. When you pull for air, you can see in his eyes how blown and dilated they are. 

“This isn't  fair, you’ve been gone a long time, probably in heavy gear and I'm the one half naked?” you push him off your (that man was leaning more weight into you than you expected but oh well he’s pushed regardless). Tugging at his collar you lead him to your shared room, at this point full on just dragging him, he's thrown onto the bed. Despite how much you want to jump his bones, you take the time to undo his belts and tug of his tunics. Kissing him every time a part of his skin came into view. When his top half is left bare,  you move back up his body and kiss him. Hands trailing down towards his pant belt. Releasing for air you get a nod for him. Fumbling with his belt buckle, you go down to his neck and start sucking at his pulse point. Soft sounds are leaving his mouth but that's just not gonna cut it you think. His belts undone and you can see the tent formed  in his pants. 

“All this for me?” You trail on as you palm it, twisting your hand as you watch his face. His body shudders. “Just get on with it..”

you raise an eyebrow “ is that the way you talk to the person  you had to be sent home to get your attitude fixed hm?”

that shoots him up “wait how’d you know about that-“ he's shut up with a soft kiss, leaning towards his ear, “the notes sticking out your pants dear.” You  dig into the pocket on the right side of his still halfway on pants. Pressing against the note, the royal crest atop the paper sticking out a bit. “See now that’s enough out of you.” Pushing him back to the bed you pull down his boxers and tug them down to his boots, you follow, kissing down his thighs while he watches. Pulling off his boots with a tug each, leaving him bare. When you back up to his cock, you leave a hand to twirl his balls. A hand going up and down his shaft, as you lick the mushroom tip, your eyes on his face as you watch his shiver. A little faster and you see how his breath hitches and he's clutching the muscles in his core. A long store and a lick on the nerve on the underside of his cock, he's coming undone in your hands with a moan and his back arching.  He's rolling his head down towards you as you lick the sign of his release from your hand. He tastes himself on you when he comes down to meet your lips. “Again?”

You ask as you push his back to the bed as you climb to straddle his hips. He nods with a breath, his hands coming up to meet your hips. 

“Words Sweetheart.”  

“Yes.”

“Atta boy”

Lifting up your hips, he fumbles with the button of your pants, you meet him halfway and shrug them off.  Leaning forward placing your forehead to him you bring a hand down and line him  up with your hole. With a breath you sink down on him. His grip tightens on you. After a moment you roll your hips, the pain and pleasure colliding. His head tucks between your neck and shoulder. Moving your hips up, you drop down just as fast. His left hand comes to circle your pearl while you're moving, applying pressure while you move. With the burn in your thighs you slow down. And with a whine from him he'd toss you to your back, him pistoning in and out of you at a pace only a man starved of it could have.Every time Link would  be in castle town around the bar he would  hear about how humans' pussy was better than the hylians. And it seems that link confirms that testament. 

Tonight was quite like most, the chirping of the cicadas had gone down to a minimum, the goats asleep, and your family within the houses walls you’ve made a home together again. Nights like these are uncommon, but come just enough for you to remember not to take them for granted. 

Times grip around of course had unwavering strength like it did every night. Every night your held like he's afraid of losing you. The smell of burnt cedar and some spice he had gotten from the market when he last visited lingered just a bit in the air, despite it being just a bit the smell flooded your nose with familiarity and safety. 

Tonight seemed like a good night to get some midnight cheese. When he first met you, he wondered how you would get things cold  without some type of magic, you would watch him shoot things with an ice arrow. He would complain about how much arrows it wastes and how storing the food on his bag would make it taste like magic (you've never understood that one.). Eventually he learned of the great invention called the ice box, bringing it with you to his house, you and him had a full discussion on how it worked and how much better it is effective, and saves supplies. He was surprised when he stored something in it and pulled it out a couple hours later, the chase he had out in there was still cold and to his surprise, didn't taste like magic.  You and him eventually brought it back to ordon keeping it safe in your kitchen where he now stores  things he wants cold when he's not on a journey. 

Smiling at the memory, your next step was to get out of his arms without waking him. The far of waking him up or him grabbing tighter, outweighed your craving for cheese. Sure he had his odd thing for eggs every once in a while, but you fear if he's up your lovely son as a wolf is bound to come whining and scratching at your door begging to be let in. looking around at the array of pillows that you'd bought for your bed spread, only for them to be tossed around the room every night keeping all but one long body pillow you had. You bought it when you were pregnant with twi. You would fold it in  all these weird ways tucking it under you and it would work wonders. It was pretty much the same size you were, it was just more squishy  you'd say, you could strangle it like you would a person and you'd just feel fluff.   It was positioned just above your head and vertical (-ish, it curved under your pillow making a weird but easy to maneuver shape.  too, how nice. Your plan is simple: get your arms free, grab the fabric of the pillow, and pull yourself down, replacing the pillow in your wake. A hopefully smooth transition. But now thinking about it, that's something easier said than done. 

 Step one is how to free your arms. With his head on your shoulder  you slowly try and see if you can bridge your hips up, trying to free your arm from under you. But like you expected, time felt it and he put his leg over yours. If he was semi conscious he would have hooked it around yours but to your luck, he just slung it over so you could still semi have your plan go like it should. Hes able to tell if you're having a nightmare simply because of how you toss and turn. keeping up your hopes, you fall to your back. Your arms now free at your sides. You're just having to grab the pillow and pull yourself won and leave it where you were. Times stirs a little. (Darn hero’s and the ability to be a light sleeper.) He grumbles something incoherent and relaxes his limbs around you just a bit. His leg gives some leeway when it is relaxed. After being with time for a while, you’ve gotten more swift. 

When he got sick every once in a blue moon, he refused to try to sleep. He would lay on your couch and make every excuse that he has fine, and if any noise he had deemed even a bit worrisome to your safety, he would be on alert. Getting rid of any progress you'd make in getting him asleep. You'd get him comfortable and make note of any and all creaky boards in your house.  

Knowing you can pull this off with your experience. You move one arm  up, searching for that tassel that will get you out of this. Still searching, you bring your free knee up so you can push yourself down. Finding the tassel you keep your other arm flat to your side. Taking a deep breath you push and pull at the same time. The bedsheets ruffle at the movement, and you were quick enough that time squeezed the pillow instead of you  mid escape. Sliding down the rest of the bed your feet meet the wood. Sitting up the bed groans when you stand. Walking to your dresser, you grab the candle you keep just in case you need to do anything in the middle of the night, this time it's getting cheese. Grabbing the holder for the candle, you walk towards the door, looking back at time one more time you make your way to your door, keeping the weird stepping pattern that keeps any board from creaking.  turning the handle upwards (it would've creaked downwards.)  you open the door and pass down the hall taking a moment to breathe in the air from the open window twi likes to keep open at night. Entering the kitchen you look crouched down, opening the ice chest  having to dig a ways down because twi and time liked to hunt together and always left what they wanted you to cook for a meal in there, which was most of the animal. You'd gotten to the point where you had to ask time to go buy another one when he went into town just for all the meat they liked. And somehow, it's always overflowing into the other one where you keep dairy. Finally finding the cheese block you bought the other day you pull it out handing cold from all the stuff you've had to touch and move. Putting all the meat and stuff back you stand to put the cheese on the counter, moving to grab a cutting board from where you keep on one side of the kitchen. Twi had spent some time with rusl learning how to make things from wood, most of the time those things being cutting boards because apparently you could never have enough of those.

A moment after you put the cutting board down, you heard a whimper. Listening for a second, you see if it would happen again. It was coming from twis room. 

Usually when twi was a baby he would cry for a second, but by the time when you'd get to him he was perfectly fine.  Whenever you had to clean, as long as you were in his sight he would be as happy as a cla. But whenever you disappeared into another room for too long? He would make sure you could hear how unhappy he was. Most of the time he was in your chest, and he would let out cute giggles, and would sleep like a log when he was there. You would commonly say to him with a sigh, “This is because your father couldn't stop holding you when you were born.”    Now after his adventure, most of that was still true. He's just a little more of an active sleeper.  Falls asleep the second he hits the hay.  

Continuing your journey for cheese you grab a knife from the drawer, pausing when you hear a louder whimper from his room.Deciding that he might be having a nightmare you make your way down the other hallway to his room.  Stopping at his door, you listen just for another second before making your way in. Hearing a soft and choked “no”, made you open the door to see him on his side, arm out like he was trying to grab something. His hair strayed and sweat on his head. Closing the door behind you gently you make your way to the side he was reaching towards. You grab his hands and push him to his back. You sit down on the spot on the bed that wasn't being taken up by your son, gently grabbing his hands that had fallen back down, but left a pained expression on his face instead. “Link, its not real honey, wake up.”  

His eyes open, curated with sleep . he let out a little “Mama?” And it was a sound that broke your heart. 

Releasing your grip on his arm you bring your hands up to his face 

“Did you wanna talk about it?” Already assuming it was a nightmare with the way their were tears in his ears. 

All of a sudden he started talking a miles a second, all with some sort of rush in his voice “ every time i look at myself, all i see are dads ears, i cant see past when he says i look like you. There not even long and thin, They’re big and pointed. They look like a horrid mix. And i cant see dad as anything but the shade sometimes because they’re so simmlair.” You looked down at him, he looked like he was holding a sob. You knew he never practically liked his ears, especially when yours and everyone in  the village had human eas. 

“And I shouldn’t be even seeing my ears as a bad thing beucase their from dad, but i just want them to be more like you. “ 

looking at him you could tell he wasn’t telling you something, but you wouldn’t press especially when he just gave out his problems to you. That part about seeing his dad as the shade made you think of some moments where he looked cationic at time. 

One second you and time were sitting peacefully together on the couch, when your son let out a small giggle. And the next second? The son you say was coming full speed ahead at your that had just made him just to your back was being town upside down to the other side of the room. Now normally, time throwing your son isn’t a rare sight, especially when they spare. But this time you would say its uncalled for if you you hadn’t noticed times ear didnt flicker. Normally when some small noise happens, his ear flickers, and when it doesn’t it means he didnt hear them. So you ruled it out to be muscle memory and instinct because twi had practically sneaked u on you. And in most situtations, being the one sneaked up on isn’t ideal. You looked to where twi had been thrown. And he was looking at time with this thoughtless expression, like he was rembering something. You had found it werid that he didnt give spontanea hugs to time anymore though. But now, putting two and two together, twi was seeing his dad as shade. The soul that was lef to wander for one thing, that soul trained your son.

“when you died in the spring, one of the first things the rest of the villagers did was pack up the house. I was held by Uli while I watched rusl carry your mirror to the basement, when I looked at it i saw everything you had that i had too.”

your thumb strokes his cheek as he continues. 

“After that day i would listen to what rusl would say to himself while he worked. In his eyes, if i hadn’t been born you’d still be alive. He’d make comment about everything me and dad had  in common, one of those being my ears. If you’d never met dad you’d still be alive, and wouldnt had been on your death bed when i was born.” 

He looked you in the eye when you brought a kiss to his forehead, thinking it would convey your words more than words could right now. 

“I had to do everything you did, live in your shadow practically. Putting the away the house was his way of burying you after oronda had put you under the spring. And if everything of you was away, then in some twisted way of coping, you didn’t exist. But informally for rusl I couldn’t be buried. He hated when he looked at me beucase in his eyes i knew he was finding ever bit of you there was.” 

You’d found out rusl never treated your son rihgt when you came back. And you expected more from you best friend. Twi was never bought a bed. And despite working from sun up to sun down most says he’d never seen a bed except a run down futon. You wouldn’t excuse rusls actions, you might consider time having a go at him and not holding him back this time. 

Looking at his eyes, there were tears running down them. “Oh honey..” you lay down with him laying his head to your chest and letting him cry.

”i expected more from rusl when i heard he’d taken you in when i woke up. Im surprised Uli never stepped in.” You say with a sigh rubbing his hair. 

“He never acted that way around her thats why. He would give me whiplash with how he acted when she was around.”

“So that would be why she was asking about what time was talking about when he saw rusl.”

You heard a small hum of agreement after you said that. 

with another store of his hair, you saw  his shoulders relax a bit. You dont expect him to go back to bed after this, but maybe getting of his chest and some love form you and time later could fix some of it. 

“Me and your father will be having a talk with rusl, for now just try your best to sleep, And let me know if some cheese could fix your problems” you say with a smirk and left another kiss on his head. 

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So I was talking with a  person  (their mind has wonderful ideas<333)  a fic their writing and wars likes to try and hit on reader and time, and the idea was: what if a 3some was offered as a one time thing  and see if they can absolutely destroy this man.

here was my take on it.

Also, going slow is times privilege.<33

They are in wars era, which makes a perfect time to try and humble this man. Wars have been hitting on reader all night, and time has had enough, and he wants to see to destroying this man. 

Readers hands wrapped around war's throat, pushing him down more on time  as she pushes her strap on back into his ass .

She leans down to whisper into his ear,

"Quit whining and take it” 

Time gives a harsh thrust of his hips, causing wars to choke on his cock.  increasing her thrusts she brings a hand below his stomach to fondle his balls. Time lets out a shiver when war lets out a hum, he grabs war's hair (that he does everything to maintain) and tugs it so he lifts off. 

“Make me cum, or you don’t.” 

Reader moves the hand away from his balls and makes her way up to his cock and grabs it  and starts storing it roughly.

Time yanks wars head back down and starts to fuck his face again, while time and her lean forward to give each a loving kiss, the opposte of wars wants but what he is getting.  

She could see his muscles by his stomach starting to tremor and she gives one more stroke to wars and an explosion of white and whines that were muffled by a cock made time reach his release.

Time gripped the man’s throat, “swallow.” Wars tries to shoving his head in between, but hat doesn’t fly with her, 

“you heard him swallow.” 

A whine that would’ve made out the words “I don’t wanna.”

She grabs his hair and gives a rough kiss to his neck, and as soon as she does a small gulp can be heard as he relaxes more into her hold, but much to his dismay she moves him so he’s on his back. Time moves so now he’s at the bottom of the bed and before she comes back up to wars she leans down to his ears and whispers. “If you’re going to be plowed by my husband, the least you can do is put some work in.” reader makes her way up to war's face giving him a small peck on the cheek  before she hauls both her legs back on the bed moving so both thighs  are on either side of his  face and she’s facing time.

She sits down fully in his face and starts to rock her hips, leaning forward to put her hands on time shoulders and give him the kisses wishing wars had  been having. Time hands find their way to her back. Much to wars dismay time lifts her off of his wars face and watches him hold her to a wall and put his cock in her, looking like belongs like it home to them when he starts thrusting, he could only wish it was him fucking her. She looks over to wars that could only be described as a needy mess and he starts to sit up to get up off the bed before he’s left out of it. Looking at him she signals time to let her down, and he responds with a  growl,

“It’s my turn with you, he can wait for him. You're my wife.”

He leans his head  to her throat and starts biting where he knows she’s sensitive and bites hard. 

“Timeeeeee” she moans as her  legs that were secured on his hips flared. He moves his hand so they are under her legs and supporting her butt. She’s lifted from the wall and picked up to where to be pushed back to the bed in the side, her head laying on war's abdomen. Time moves on hand away from her legs and finds her clot and sets to rub it in a circle with his thumb. He picks up his thrusts again  and moves his head just so wars can use his mouth and whispers, 

“Mine.” 

Their both getting close as he basicllay fucking her into the bed at this point, her moans might get them kicked out the inn if wars don’t first.

“Link!” She yells signaling her finish, time decides he wasn’t had enough and now there are wars. But right before he mentioned what he was thinking he grabs her legs tossing them over his shoulder and getting himself to his finish.

“You're cleaning this up and we’ll see you cumming again.”

She maneuvers her till she’s laying normally on the bed stomach up  and yanks wars hair and pulls him down until he’s face first with her cunt. “It will be to my standards and if it’s not it’s one denial.” Hands gripped at her hips she brings a hand down to his outing his face in as he looks her in the eyes as he starts to push his tongue into her hole. licking and slurping  away, the salty taste of cum in his mouth. He moves forward till his mouth is on her clit and he sucks. With the suction  He gives a swallow, the pleasure streaming  throughout her body. Seeing the muscles of her heat spasm, he brings his tongue back down and goes in till he hears a whine from her.  With A long swipe of his tongue from her cunt to her cilt, he feels tension in her thighs that were clamping around his head fade.

He feels time grab him from underneath his shoulders hauling him up so he’s covering her body with his, he grabs wars cock and leads it to her. 

“You’re going to go hard and fast, you don’t get to go slow and enjoy it when you make comments  sass her.”

Time leans away and puts his hands on his ass and gives him the smallest shove to get him moving. After he pushes his hips hard to set the pace, he isn’t allowed to slow down no matter how much he wants to to enjoy her. With this pace, there’s no way he’ll be able to cum within the same timeframe as her, he’s at the brink and she’s just getting started. 

“She’s not done yet keep going.” He hears time deep voice behind him rumble as he feels a hand move to his asshole.

Readers clinging onto something, her arms go past wars and hang on to time. (Wars doesn’t get that kind of satisfaction.) Overstimulation has been kicked in for wars would kick in. At this point he’s just trying to get reader to her high without screaming till someone comes and checks in them. She’s almost there he can feel it  but all of a sudden the knot that has been brewing in his abdomen snapped, he wines from the relief, but just as soon as it happen from wars he’s begin told to go back in because she’s not done, the wines and moans from him are loud, he going to put  his thumb to readers  clit or to  anywhere that isn’t her hips, but time  shuts down the second he starts to push a finger up his ass. 

The intrusion makes wars shiver and Lean back into time's chest, his movements stilled as he felt the burn as time slowly wriggled his finger, as felt a second one make entrance time least down to wars ear and whispers, “if you don’t Make her come, neither do you.” Wars lerches  back over so he’s on top of reader as times fingers make a come hither motion, wars hisses a breath before he continues , he can hear reader moan beneath him as he does, he feels one hand of her make her way down to her clit, her fingers come down and rub. She starts to rock her hips to help wars along. She can hear tiny words of encouragement from time to wars as she does. “Let’s go, the longer you make her wait the longer you’re making yourself wait.” Time made a scissors motion with his fingers, slowly threatening to pull them out when he noticed a dip in his speed.

“No! Don’t!” That yowl was definitely from wars if you’ve every heard it, you just want him to hurry it up, the sooner you come the sooner you get to have his cock down your throat licking the underside where he has a nice nerve there, far as you were concerned you could play with his balls while time fingered him into oblivion.  But nooo you have to be stuck on your back while wars learns his lesson, at this point your doing the work for wars because time can’t seem to keep his hands to himself, with times second hand you can see time go to fondle with wars balls, and with one final spread  and twist with his fingers, wars hunches forward and gives a final thrust, bring you over the percpice. And apparently so does he. But before you or time  can do or say anything to him he falls in your chest and is knocked out like a light. 

“5 rupees says he comes back for more within a month's time.” You say as your wrap your arms around him and maneuver him so he’s laying on his side, when you pull the Blankets to cover him, time pulls you up off the bed and gives you a hug. 

“Or you could say he’s learned his lesson.” He leans down to give you a kiss. 

“ I doubt it, you know how he is, he’s a link after all.” As you are picked up  to be carried  the bath that was luckily attached to the room 

no wonder it was so expensive, wars era makes your pockets hurt. (Not that time would ever let you pay when you are in his sight which is damn near always.)

“He’s gonna learn this lesson the hard way isn’t he?”

“Yup.”

Twi 

Similar thoughts as to a actually wolfs 

Things like Mate Pups Breed Puppups

Being a wolf and a rancher are  useful thing for protecting)

you're probably being manhandled in many different positions, (gently his mind would let it go if he hurt your accidentally)

Would love if you become a stay at home partner

wouldn't be thrilled if you wanted to work, but sure there’s some jobs around ordon where he can keep a eye on you throughout the day 

Babysit or watch the children in ordon? Sure! Seems perfect! (Though it will only feed his desires more)

Thoughts on having a family? I didn't know desire and excitement  could have  a man  moving  that fast!

 Now you only have to wait 9 months 

Any and everything is at your beck and call

Break? Water? You just need to ask

Want just one and two to spread your love to and all your attention?

Or a dozen to keep you busy and have your hearts expand with love you both didn't know you could experience?

Wolfie wont be seen during any of this, Twilgiht would be to busy fucking you silly 

Legend 

Fucking like rabbits literally 

A nest of kits would eventually come  your way with him like this

You would hope it happens in his hyrule (the kid had to come from somewhere- legend probably talking about hyrule)

he would probably only let go in his house, if your in the forest ehh he’ll only be vulnerable like that in a very dense part of a forest probably something’s you have to take what you can get 

If you in his house, his room probably has no window for situations like theses (he can't risk people seeing you or him  that open and exposed like that)

When he knows it's coming and your in his time for air, he probably moves a good chunk of his stiff to another room so it doesn’t get dirty or ruined

Mainly keeps the bed a sitting chair and his nightstand 

Must be a lock on the door, it makes him feel better when he knows there’s a Line of security in place before it happens

Ravio might be kicked out from the house for the time being 

buttttt

if reader said they wanted  he would be let in with a open door and told to hurry up inside 

Ravio probably got a heat too who am i kidding

You aren’t seeing the light of day or even outside that room (excluding the bathroom, but who’s to say a round or two did not occur there?)

The 3 of you are all thoroughly worked and exhausted after its over 

legend will never admit to anything said in that room 

it’ll never see the light of day until it hits again 

Readers pov 

Turn 

rustle 

toss 

shuffle 

Roll

Twilight keeps tossing and turning. And I’ve been putting up with this all night. I keep running the risk of being run over by a man who wrestles goats for a living! 

This morning, he was Wolfe, herding us all like cattle not letting anyone stray. He shouldn’t even be on his feet! The accident had happened just a little under a couple weeks ago and hyrule  is still worrying over him. I can't imagine what the transformation feels like when injured. 

Even now, I don't like the fact he's been moving like this all night. It's like he’s preparing for something that’s not going to happen , or is just itching  to go back home and get all this out on the goats (he treats those animals better than me some days.)

It helps that I can see his stomach muscles tremble from use and exhaustion.

 If he's having a nightmare right now, he's not showing it. He is not making any whimpers or groans. I think that's something to be ruled out.

”Twi” 

Another roll 

“Twilight.”

A grunt.

”Link!”

His head bobs up, eyes still crusted with sleep in them. 

“Darlin  the sun ain't  even awake, so why ‘re you?”

“You’ve been trying to roll me into the bed.  Turning like you're trying to find a missing key!

”Aint  the first time.”

He states with a smirk, there’s no telling what part of the sentence it was about. 

Oh how I want to wipe the sly smirk off his face.

Funny jokes aside, I still can't tell if this man is fully conscious. I want to let him fall back to the lovely arms of sleep, but if he rolls one more time,I am stealing his blankets.

his arms wrap ’round my waist making themselves wrap around at the small of my back. He nestles his face into my neck,murmuring and muffling  his words, 

“Hmmmm doll you smell sweeter than honey…” 

he nestles deeper into my neck and rubs his nose at the crease. 

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

 He lets off a small huff in amusement as I put my hand up his hair moving them out of his eyes and untangling the knots slowly out.

We both fall back to sleeps warm and safely embrace cover with the blankets and a good chunk of time before the sun meets the horizon. 

It’s only been a couple hours. And he's stealing my blankets. I think this man moves more than wind when he sleeps!

and its cold, in a place that's supposed to be warm. The fires stopped burning not too long ago, but you would also think being near a burly man would have some heat. But noo this man steals the blankets that had once been nicely shared!

With one more tug I rolled and forcibly removed the blanket from his embrace and left the air of the room. He takes those blankets and rolls to the side where he isn't facing me and rolls himself like a burrito. 

Stealing them bak is a nice idea but it's unlikely I'll win against this hunk of a man, plus I would rather not get into a blanket war right at this moment. I'll consider later when I'm standing and he's wolfie. (He's still considerably strong there too.) 

Still just so i can say I’ve tried i'm gonna try and see if i get some blankets back. 

I tug.

And  i found some leverage when I tried to turn away from him. I get back just the smallest blanket that covers just less of a 4th of me.

 This man has the audacity to try and roll those away.  Upset with my disturbed sleep, I think about how cold my toes are and how warm his back is…

(you can see my plan of attack here.)

i tug the covers i have salvaged and i push my feet up to his back.

A yelp. 

Revenge is nice sometimes,

”[Reader] What the hell!”

”You stole the blankets.”

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