i ♡ fem link

you and 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 were trying to wait patiently. with direct orders on "not to have too much fun" while the captain stepped out for a moment, both of you were trying to keep it to just teasing and light touching. but 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 always had a hard time holding back when temptation itself was both standing right in front of him and whining for his attention.

your hands were cradling his face, forehead pressed against his as your breaths mingled between passionate kisses. his hands were on your hips and waist, greedily massaging and groping whatever flesh he could grab.

he bent his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue. your head fell back as a desperate whine of pleasure left you, hips grinding against him of their own accord.

𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 grip tightened on you with that, trying to keep you still. he could feel your bare cunt dripping onto the front of his drawers, seeping through the cloth. it was the only article clothing still on between the two of you, a fact that wouldn't anger 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬, but would still be used against them. spirits, you were always so quick to take your clothes off. and he was always so quick to give in to your desires.

your hands reached down to tug at the offending piece, wanting to grind onto him, not this piece of clothing. he lightly grazed your nipple with his teeth, making you moan and wince a little. he shouldn't. he really shouldn't. the drawers came off anyway.

you knew the rule; 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 knew the rule; but the two of you were getting so lost in the haze of pleasure, hanging on by mere threads. where was he? why was he taking so long? his eyes rolled to the back of his head and a long, strangled moan ripped from his throat as your wet cunt dragged along his length.

the hell was taking him s'long? spirits, he needed to get inside you now.

he'd never know. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 would never know if just the tip slipped in for a moment. it barely counted as fucking, right? you'd complain about how he wasn't fucking you if he gave you just his head, so 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 wouldn't have to worry about your poor lying skills, right?

you let out a stuttered gasp as the tip briefly caught against your clit, a visible jolt of pleasure shooting through you. you looked down at 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 again, hands coming back up to cradle his face and thumb his cheeks. you were looking at him with desperation, eyes begging for him to give you more.

with a low growl, 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 gripped his pulsing cock firmly and pushed your hips back a bit. and slowly, he dragged the head of his cock through the slick of your wet folds and let it lightly rub against your clit at the top. again, and again, and again he did it until you damn near lost your mind.

and 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 still wasn't fucking here.

your head fell forward, mouthing the side of his neck a little to try and ground yourself as your breathing got heavier and heavier. he wouldn't know. 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 let the tip of his cock slip into your tight cunt before quickly retreating. his mouth latched onto your neck too, traveling down to your collarbone to leave marks there. his tip pushed its way in once more, getting soaked in your slick before dragging it through your folds and up towards your clit again.

𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 pushed in again, and 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 entered the room.

the second time was not an accident.

a plan had gone a little wrong, and 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 bore the brunt of the blame. his instinctive decision to take on two moblins by himself with everyone else being otherwise occupied hadn't gone over very well when he nearly struck wild who had unexpectedly joined him in an attempt to lend him a hand.

everyone knew that the both of them were at fault. 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 should have noticed him before that close call, and wild also should have made some sort of signal of arrival. it didn't stop 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 from getting mad though.

but the captain's reaction was a little over the top, and frankly, the rancher was getting very annoyed with how the captain was treating them because of it.

and 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 had an awful idea to get back at him for it, one that involved you and him retiring from dinner a little early.

you had tilted your head curiously, still a little concerned with the events earlier today, but followed him anyways. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 had not taken his eyes off your retreating figures, jaw subtly clenching. if he wasn't actively trying to control his reactions around the others, his teeth might've been grinding against each other too.

he knew 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 was trying to get back at him, and was now dragging you into the mess too. a part of him wanted to follow the two of you now and punish the rancher as he saw fit. another part of him wanted to see just how far the other man was trying to push it tonight.

being in his era, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 expected you both to retreat into his personal quarters within hyrule castle.

he did not expect to find your chest and stomach pressed into his bed, hands tied behind your back, with 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ruthlessly fucking into you from behind, his body covering you entirely and leaving no room to escape.

and the bastard had made sure that the both of you were facing the door, just so 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 could see both his furious gaze and your wrecked form when he came in.

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i feel like time is also pretty gentle for the most part. so he's going to ease you down his cock all the way, making sure that you're fine. and then he's going to hold you down there for a bit as he takes in the feeling of your warm, tight mouth and throat constricting around him a bit.

you can't make too much noise with this, and time can keep quiet when he needs to be. so if he's really feeling the need to touch you or just stick his cock down your throat, the two of you don't have much problem sneaking around. the only time you think anyone had suspected you two was when wild gave you a cup of soothing tea the next morning.

time loves it when you get your hands involved too though. whether it's fondling his balls or pumping him when your mouth needs a break, he loves the feeling of your fingers wrapped around him.

It was slowly coming back to you, and that awfully familiar feeling of your throat closing up inched forward with the urge to cry.

In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.

You counted your breaths hoping it would push the tears away. You so badly wanted to cry, but you also really didn't feel like doing anymore of that.

All the tears and inability to keep food down these past… however long it had been, had left you dehydrated and hungry. Your saving grace had been the water being drinkable. Without it, you may have been dead within… the second day maybe? It had to have been at least three days here.

Your ankle.

Your breath hitched and your head snapped down, looking at your foot. It was all intact, nothing out of place, but still stained red. You felt nauseous looking at it and found yourself needing to turn away.

It was all intact, but there was no unseeing what had been there. Pain that didn't exist pulsed up your leg. And faintly, there were still echoes of pain from where the spear had gone through your thigh.

You tried moving your ankle around while staring at the wall, not wanting to actually see it. It felt fine. Eventually, you managed to stand and lean against the wall. You were faintly dizzy with tiredness, and it made you wonder again how long you had passed out for.

Slowly, you made your way towards the room, stopped at the threshold, and then decided to take a few steps back. Annoyance and frustration coursed through you. You didn't even need to enter the room with all the water in there; a practiced flick of your wrist, and the golden chest could be carried right to your feet.

But if this dungeon was teaching you anything, it was that one missed detail could cost you too much.

You pushed off the wall, allowing weight to fall onto your 'bad' leg. It was fine. It was fine. It felt fine. You walked around for a few steps with a limp that shouldn't exist before trying to enter the room.

You willed the water in the room rise and form two thick lines which you froze, lining a pathway from the entrance to the chest. Hopefully, the pirogusu wouldn't be able to pierce through it. You threw a shard of the clay pot in to test the theory.

In a flash, one of them appeared. It immediately slammed into the ice, unable to go past it. But then another one appeared behind it, and another, and another. And somehow, the ice held. For however sharp their claws were, they didn't have that much strength to put behind it.

With the path clear, you ran towards the chest and leapt on top of it, sitting awkwardly on the lid. Even though you knew that the pirogusu couldn't reach you or change its course circling from around the room, you were still paranoid—hence the awkward sitting.

A long minute passed before you finally gained the confidence to step onto the ground. Their numbers had increased dramatically, but with their paths blocked, the pirogusu were stuck piling up on each other until they eventually lined the whole room, unable to move. If you weren't so freshly traumatized, you might've laughed.

Opening the chest revealed nothing too interesting. It had the key you thought it would, golden and ornate to match the door it unlocks. Its bow was shaped like a serpent, with the same red eyes that the door had.

Your heartbeat quickened as the key began to tremble, and it took a good few moments to realize that it was your hand that was shaking, not the key itself.

You didn't want to fight the serpent. If it was more difficult than what you'd already endured, you were going to die. Survival didn't even seem possible.

A glimmer flew by in the corner of your eye.

Only one death or major injury allowed.

You grabbed the jar you had found, slowly holding it out towards the fairy. It sparkled slightly in greeting, and you smiled softly at it. Seeming to understand, it flew into the jar on its own, and you fit the lid back on.

It was a good thing you came into the room.

"Thank you," you whispered.

The fairy sparkled in response.

A heavy sigh left your lips, and you did a final sweep of the room before heading back to the central room. Your steps were heavy, and you still felt exhausted. Your magic hadn't fully recovered either.

You wouldn't be able to fight for a while.

The sickly smell of lotus flowers greeted you in the central room. Nayru had mentioned that the dark magic being harbored in the temple was the cause of its decline. Yet you found that its condition didn't improve after most of its removal.

Save for the serpent, you had slain all the monsters (at least you hoped so), but it did nothing to stop the abundant decay. Many of the plants were withered, or close to dying. The flowers that were still in bloom reeked of the sweetness from being close to death. It made the water unappetizing to drink, but you were in no state to be picky.

The golden doors loomed over you, the serpent's red eyes glaring down, making anxiety and dread brew in your stomach. The more you let these feelings fester, the more the odds of freezing in there would increase. But you also needed to rest. If you didn't, you would die for certain.

Go now or go later. Either way, I'm gonna die.

You gathered some of the leaves in the water and formed a sorry excuse of a pillow with them. And laying in front of the golden doors, you tried to get some sleep.

Before Demise had begun his attack on the surface, Link used to pray a lot. It was mainly out of social requirement, whenever his friends or whoever he was with was also praying. It wasn't that Link didn't believe in the gods or prayer, but rather that doing it so often was a little useless and over the top. What need was there to pray all the time?

But you his wife had enjoyed praying, so he had started to pray wherever she did. And she did it often. Nearly every evening if she had the energy; if someone they knew was sick; before any significant event; the days where duty kept him from coming home; she had always prayed with every bit of goodness in her heart.

Link could vividly recount the three times he had truly prayed from the bottom of his heart before he was imprisoned. There was the day he had met you her, where he prayed they would have a long, peaceful life together; the day they had married, where he prayed for a happy marriage free of troubles; and the day they found out she was pregnant, where he prayed for a happy and healthy babe.

And then they took him, blaming him for a crime he did not commit, and dismissing his warnings of evil stirring in the darkness. Every day in that cell, Link had prayed to every god that existed with nothing but his entire heart.

He prayed for her to be safe and healthy. He prayed that the babe would be born without any issues. He prayed that the villagers would care for them in his absence. He prayed that they would treat her like the family she had always thought them to be. He prayed that he would not be here long, and that he would be reunited with them eventually.

The only comfort either of them could find was through each other's emotions.

Neither of them were doing well, not in the slightest. But she was alone and with child. He needed to get his feelings in check for her. The thought of the babe dying because he had inadvertently added even more to her stress, was nothing short of sickening.

He had attempted to soothe her from a distance, and encouraged her to believe that things would work out somehow, but they both knew it probably wouldn't. He had been sentenced to life in prison, and there would be no visitation for at least five years assuming 'good behavior.'

Link's praying spiraled six months into imprisonment.

It was one of the most awful things he had ever felt, and worse than any injury he had obtained. The feeling of violent cramps in his abdomen had sent him crumbling to the ground. The guards had been furious about the ruckus he was causing, but ultimately chose to ignore him after gaining an understanding of what was happening.

It continued on for hours, the cramps. Link could feel the panic and fear in her building, and it only made panic and fear build in him too. But he tried so hard to stay calm for her.

Why was she panicking? Why was she so fearful? Was there no one to help her? Oh gods, please. Gods, please help her. Someone help her.

The cramps grew worse and worse, and it felt like he was being split open. Link did the only thing he could do; he prayed. He prayed and prayed and prayed that all would be well. He prayed that she was alright. He prayed that she was with others and getting the help that she needed.

Even though he knew what would follow, there was no way to mentally prepare for feeling the actual childbirth pain she was going through. Gods, he was being torn apart. He had screamed, and the guards had laughed at his pain, her pain. Link had wanted nothing more than to make them pay for that.

When it was done? Oh by the gods when it was done, Link had never felt that joy before, the joy she was feeling from their child being here. It was so much, so incredibly strong, and so incredibly fleeting.

She had still been in so much pain, and it had barely faded, only masked by the happiness. That wonderful, blessed joy had faded, replaced with despair and sadness, and then nothing.

There had been nothing.

There was no more joy, despair, happiness, sadness. There was no more pain. There was nothing.

Something was telling him that the worst had happened. It was something deep inside of him telling him that, because his mind was just refusing to make sense of what was happening, to accept it.

At that same time, Link felt an awful tingling sensation on his wrist.

It wasn't a bug crawling across his skin, nor a strange brush from the chains, nor anything else. It was something else, and he didn't know what. He had a horrible idea of what it was that he couldn't physically, mentally, emotionally accept. He didn't know what that sensation had been, and he couldn't see what had happened beneath his shackles.

For two weeks straight, he had begged the guards to remove the shackle from just that hand, to let him see his soulmate mark, to let him see her name there. The guards laughed at him again and did nothing.

He needed to see it. He needed to see her name there. He needed to know that she was still here.

Six months, it had been six months. Was the babe here? The child was delivered, right? Had she done it alone, with no one to help her? Were the two of them alive? No, of course she wasn't alive.

He did the only thing he could do—pray to hell and back. It had gone from every day, to every hour, to every minute of the day. He prayed for the exact same things as before, but with more than just his heart now. He prayed with every fiber of his being, channeled every bit of desperation into it. He apologized to all the gods and goddesses, for not being as devout as he could've been. He promised to do better, to pray regularly and mean it. And he asked that they send him a sign that the two of them were alright.

Link stopped praying after those two weeks.

It had been only then that someone he knew had spoken to him—an old acquaintance from when he was a knight that had since climbed the ranks. He wasn't a friend honestly, but he was now the only one who cared enough to speak to him. It was quick and straight to the point, delivering the news that Link deserved to know.

Not a single one of his prayers had been answered.

Not any of the ones he had made before he entered this damned cell, and not any of the ones he had made during his time here.

Not a single prayer.

His acquaintance had allowed for the shackle on his wrist to be removed temporarily, so that Link could see it with his own eyes. It had been horrifying to look at.

This was not my wrist.

No, his wrist was thicker than this, showed the start of his forearm muscles (ones that she had fawned over), and had her name inked in beautiful red on it. This, this was not his wrist. His wrist was not thin and frail and blank.

He didn't know how long he had stared at it, but they eventually clasped the shackle around it again. He had been vaguely aware of his acquaintance offering his condolences and bidding him farewell before promptly leaving. 

Link continued to stare at the shackle for a long time. His mind was racing faster than a stallion, but there weren't any thoughts crossing anymore. There wasn't much that was left to think about. 

Everything was gone.

She was gone. The babe was gone. His life was gone.

Nothing good came when his mind finally settled.

None of his prayers had worked, and he wondered if any of hers had.

Link had cried at the thought that the gods had ignored her. She had always cared and prayed for everyone and everything with no exceptions. Why could the gods not have shown her mercy? Would it have been so hard for them to do so?

Link swore to never pray again that day.

Never again would he go to the gods and beg them for help.

Never again would he pray to them for anything.

Never again would he do such a useless thing.

Never again did he think he'd find himself standing before a statue of the Goddess.

Yet here he was.

He hadn't even bothered to wade through the water to the small platform he was supposed to kneel at. Out of spite, he walked no further than the dais.

His bandaged hands clenched into fists so tight, that he thought the bleeding would start again. His face was unreadable, but there was no mistaking the fury in his eyes.

Link wasn't here to pray. No, never again.

It had been four days. Four days since the gods had taken you from him. Four days of waiting for any sort of signal. Four days of staring at your name on his wrist, the only sign you were alive.

When the entrance had collapsed, he had screamed your name for who knew how long. He had tried digging through the rubble until his hands bled and then some more. He had scouted the area looking for other possible entrances and found nothing.

Link spent the following days doing nothing but keep watch. He barely spent time inside the tower. It was warm there, but the faint chill of being outside would not bother him if it meant he would be there for your return. If you returned.

He now stood upon the dais, glaring into the statue's eyes.

Four days of nothing had passed, and he had grown increasingly aware of how little he knew about everything, how little all of them knew about anything. The only thing Link could see now was that everything you and the others were doing was by the will of the gods.

You had stood before the goddess statue, and she had 'answered' your prayers; it was infuriating to think that Hylia may not have even done that for you.

What did you pray to her for? Guidance? Help? She has answered by sending you to your death.

His eyes slammed shut in anger and frustration at that last thought. You were strong. You weren't. You had spirit. That wouldn't be enough. You needed to come back. For the sake of his sanity, you needed to come back. If he was to be of any use in the grand scheme of whatever Hylia had planned, you. needed. to come. back.

'The grand scheme. We are nothing more than pawns in a game to you, aren't we? Soldiers you place where needed, whose prayers you answer when convenient.'

Link forced his eyes open if only to continue glaring at Hylia. He breathed harshly through his mouth, hoping that the deeper breaths would calm him. He knew you could still feel his emotions, and they were the last thing you needed to be dealing with right now.

'Do you see me standing before you now, Hylia? Will you speak with me? Or am I not worth your time anymore?'

There was no response, of course. Why would there have been one?

So he turned away, heading to keep watch from the same place he had been sitting at these past few days.

There was nothing he could do to convince any of these gods to pay them any mind, not unless it served themselves as well.

No. No. No.

Link felt that awful sensation in his wrist again, one that he never thought he'd feel again, and one that he never hoped to feel again.

His hands flew, frantically struggling to remove his bracer and glove.

NO. NO. NO.

He ripped his glove off just in time, just in time to see your name fade away right before his eyes.

A scream of despair, anger, and frustration tore from his throat.

The nap(?) you had taken sucked to say the least, and the makeshift pillow had left a crick in your neck. But it didn't matter; you were rested enough to continue on. Your magic was replenished, most of the phantom pain was gone, and you had managed to eat some hardtack.

The only thing stopping you now was the dreaded anxiety building up inside of you as you stood in front of the golden doors, yet again. You turned the key over and over again in your hand, eyes locked onto the ruby eyes of the serpent.

Do it. Just do it. Do it and get it over with.

You kept on standing before the doors, unmoving, before at last some spark of idiocy made you unlock the door.

The key twisted, and a series of clicks and hidden gears began to sound. The serpent's ruby eyes glowed, and a mechanical hiss came from its mouth as the doors opened. A loud thud followed once they were completely open, and you took a few tentative steps in.

It was another overly spacious room. But this time there was a ginormous, round pool in the center filled with the decaying—no, rotting—lotus flowers and pads. The wall behind it appeared to have once been a beautiful mural depicting Nayru herself, but was now considerably cracked. The place reeked of the flowers, like someone had lit an egregiously large bundle of the most overbearingly perfumed incense they could find.

Your nose wrinkled, and you took a few steps forward to inspect the pool. Almost immediately, the surface of the water started to tremble and the doors behind you closed—far faster than how they had opened. Panic began to build in you once more. You gulped, trying to force it down.

The trembling grew more and more until at last, the serpent burst from the water, rearing its golden head wildly with an ear-splitting hiss. You flinched violently, hands flying to protect your eardrums.

It briefly looked around the room before focusing its bloody red eyes on you, letting out another screech. You froze in horror, body refusing to move. For a second, the only thing you could do was listen to the frantic beating of your heart.

DO SOMETHING.

A spray of venom launched straight at you, and your hand raised just in time to make the water form a shield in front of you. The ground sizzled next to you.

You drew your hand back, and a sphere of water was drawn back next to you.

But quicker than you could comprehend, the serpent lunged at you, jaws widened to an impossible degree. Bloody, fleshy red consumed the entirety of your vision. This was an undodgeable attack—a guaranteed hit.

I'm going to die.

Fear and panic taking over, you did the only thing you could do: thrust your hand forward, hoping that the spear of water you shot would hit something vital. Your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of your gruesome death.

The creature recoiled with another ear-piercing screech, and the coldness of the serpent's jaws that had started to wrap around you, left. You had hit something important.

You forced your eyes open, seeing the serpent flail around in pain with its eyes closed, the resulting waves splashing everywhere.

You used the moment to search for any vulnerable points. There was the mouth, and something told you that the eyes would also work. But landing that blow would require extreme accuracy.

The screeching halted and it glared at you fiercely, mouth opening once more. On the roof of its mouth, a glassy, ruby-red spot glimmered, sporting a small series of cracks. You shot another spear of water at the spot before it could spray venom again, this time forcing the water to harden into ice halfway.

It struck true, and the glass cracked considerably more. The serpent shrieked and flailed before plunging back into the water.

You took the moment to catch your breath, chest-heaving from adrenaline.

It didn't last long; the water's trembling grew more and more violent. When it erupted from the water once more, it didn't stay put like last time. No, it thrashed around, flooding the room with towering waves.

You couldn't think of any way to counter it before one of the waves knocked you all the way back into the wall, forcing the air out of your lungs.

And before the wave could even recede properly, another one crashed into you. Your head slammed into the wall again, and your vision blurred. Another wave came; you stayed pinned to the wall.

The water finally receded and you fell to the ground with a strangled gasp, greedily drinking in the air. Too fast. You choked, coughing up water you didn't even know you inhaled.

It took a minute for the dizziness to clear, and in that time the serpent seemed to have disappeared back into the pool, momentarily content with the damage it had inflicted.

You pushed yourself up to your hands and knees, blearily looking around. The waves of the pool lapped softly over the edge and onto the ground for a moment before the damn serpent came out again.

It didn't attack immediately, observing you to see if you were still a threat. The two of you locked eyes, and instead of feeling that same fear from before, you felt anger.

Oh FUCK you!

You waved your hand brashly with a yell, and the water flew to encase its head. It formed a rough sphere, and then shards of ice shot inwards, skewering its eyes.

It shrieked again, much louder than the previous times. The only noise of satisfaction you could make was a groan.

Its body collapsed unexpectedly, head falling onto the ground with such force that the room shook. You stared at it wide-eyed for a second before that anger came back. Your hands clenched into fists, and with a yell you raised and swung it down with as much force as you could muster.

The water from the pool rose and folded in on itself, turning into a gigantic sphere of ice that slammed into the serpent's head. Its skull crushed under the impact, and the head exploded into bits of flesh, blood, and venom that flew everywhere.

Momentarily drained, you could only duck and cover your head to protect yourself from the shower of gore. You shrieked in pain as some of the venom burned through the clothing on your back and shoulders.

Your breaths left harshly through gritted teeth as you forced yourself up once more, glaring at the corpse of the serpent.

And to your absolute horror, the corpse rose on its own again, the flesh pulsing as the head began to regrow.

"Oh fuck no!"

Your hand shot out right before the jaw grew back, and a spear of ice made contact with the ruby-red glass just as it reformed. The glass shattered, but the head continued to grow, if only to have a way to wail in pain and immediately collapse again.

You did not hesitate to shatter its skull once more.

This time, you willed a barrier of water to protect you from the oncoming shower. The serpent's headless body retreated into the pool.

What is it going to do now? Flood the room, or try and attack?

You noted the patterns in the tremors of the water.

Attack. It's going to attack.

But it wasn't like before.

This time when the serpent erupted from the pool, it immediately collapsed onto the floor, still conscious. With a loud screech, the serpent dragged its head to sweep around the room, destroying everything in its path, turning the marble floor into a mess of rubble.

Jump! Jump over it!

But your limbs were too heavy to do anything like that, and your magic was running too low, most of it used without much thought, only instinct.

There would be no dodging or countering this attack.

You channeled the last of your magic into forming another barrier to protect yourself.

The serpent's head broke through it easily, and you felt yourself get crushed against the wall. Fangs pierced your flesh and venom burned through your bones. You could only scream in agony before darkness took you.

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a/n: never see ppl include periods/childbirth in pain-sharing AUs y'know? i had planned for this to be a pain-sharing bond + First's wife to die in childbirth, but tbh it never registered til now that he prob would've felt that too. but it's fine; adds to the pain of it all hehe (literally and figuratively)

"Sweetheart, no."

"Sweetheart, yessss."

A twitch of annoyance flickered in the captain's face as you managed to grab the cocktail he had been holding hostage. You were drunk, very drunk. But still keeping it under control for all that mattered to him. Words were a bit slurred, but actions were fine. For now at least.

You looked across the bar towards the man that had been eyeing you for some time.

"No."

"Oh come onnn. Why not?"

"Just look at him—!"

"Oh, I have been," you giggled.

"—He looks sleazy."

You frowned at that and pinched your eyebrows together, looking at the man intently. You stared at him so obviously that Warriors had to put his head down in shame, embarrassed to be next to you.

He wanted you to have a good time. He really did. But the good friend—and the knight—in him also wanted to make sure you didn't cause trouble. For your own good, and also the general public's good.

You hummed in contemplation. "His hair is pretty oily."

"That's all you have to say about him?"

"You're welcome to"—you hiccuped—"welcome to add on."

Warriors picked his head back up and looked at the man. Thankfully, he was no longer looking towards the two of you, but it didn't stop Warriors from trying to have a bit of decorum.

"His hair is awful."

"Fair enough."

"It looks like there are three different beer stains on his tunic."

"Think I've got one too now."

"Yeah, I'm aware. His stubble is... interesting."

"Maybe it's the fashion?"

"Do you like that fashion?"

"Uhh." You took a big sip of your drink and contemplated for a second. "No, not really. But I `preciate the effort of tryna look nice."

"Effort? His poor excuse of a 'stubble' is the only effort he's put into his appearance."

You rolled your eyes and turned to face Warriors more directly.

"Okay, you've got some good points Cap'n, but! Consider this." You held your hand between the two of you and flexed your fingers a bit. "His hands look delicious."

Warriors' mouth fell open a little in disbelief before a slightly offended look came across his face. He took his fingerless glove off and flexed his fingers next to yours.

"My hands are pretty good," he huffed.

You giggled and rested your head against your hand, grabbing his with your other hand. He blushed furiously as you held his hand up to your face, thumb running over the skin of his knuckles.

"You do," you mused. "Can you do anything good with 'em?"

You... you would not be doing this if you were sober though he'd like it if you did. He yanked his hand out of your grip.

"Okay, that's enough of that. You're drunk—"

"Sorry, shouldn't've said that. M'not having sex with you, captain." He choked on nothing. "Cause I know you, and I reaaaally respect you as a friend. M'not gonna ruin that."

He fumbled for words. "You-you what? Sex?"

Get a grip, Link! He ran his hands over his face and let out a harsh exhale through his nose. He froze as he realized the other implication of your words.

"Were you going to sleep with him?" Warriors fumed. The thought nearly made him sneer with distaste and he almost felt sick. "No, absolutely not. Not happening."

"Well, I didn't sayyy that."

"I don't care. You're drunk. Know what? We're leaving."

"What?" You frowned, almost pouting at him. "M'not gonna fuck him."

A shiver of disgust went down him. At least he had your word now. Warriors took another deep breath.

"We should still go," he said more calmly. "You're pretty drunk."

Your pout deepened, and Warriors had to resist the urge to crumble. "If you say so," you sang.

"You stay right here while I pay, okay? No moving."

"Oki doki."

He smiled and mussed your hair a bit which you whined at. But you still smiled giddily at his retreating form for a minute until a thought struck you.

'My hands are pretty good.'

"Pretty good?" you repeated to yourself, eyebrows dramatically pinched together again.

Gods, you needed some water to sober up and—

Your eyes widened and a blush spread across your cheeks. A hopeful tone crept into your voice without permission. "Cap'n! Did you wanna fuck?!"

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it's fun to play around with though. rowdy nights out in the tavern are the best time to strike, because not too many people around give a fuck about whatever's happening between you two, but there's enough people around that twilight will get pissed off at you

you're acting funny, but he doesn't think too much of it because both of you are two drinks deep. touching his chest a little boldly, keeping his hand in yours, pecking his cheek often. they're all little things anyone could mistake as drunk affection

up until you disappear to the restroom for just a minute, returning with a mischievous smile that his him raising an eyebrow. you're leaning in, telling him you found a gift in there for him, and discreetly slipping something into his hand

it's been in twilight's hand for less than a second before he realizes what it is, tensing like he just heard someone unsheathe their sword. it's your underwear, a black lacy pair that he knows is new since he had torn the other one to shreds. his other hand flies out, quicker than lightning, to grab your wrist and hold you there. but you twirl away before he touches you, dancing towards the barmaid

his jaw is clenched so unbearably tight that he might just break his teeth. with how it's sitting in his fist, his fingers are pressing directly into a sopping wet patch right on the crotch. if the damn place didn't reek of sweat and alcohol, twilight would probably be able to smell it without even raising it towards his face

you're looking at him from across the place now, smiling like a sly fox. and the only thing he does for now is just stare back at you, unblinking. the piece of lace is completely balled up now, and he shoves it deep into his pocket

this is the closest you'll get to twilight fucking you like he hates you. he doesn't care about your pleasure, and he won't be for a very long time. the gentleman who's usually hellbent on making you cum at least twice on his tongue before he even thinks of taking care of himself is gone

this is all about indulging himself now. twilight is using your body and seeking out to only pleasure himself. he doesn't care whether you cum or not. if he feels like fucking you for an hour straight, he's going to do it. if he wants you to drench his tongue for an hour straight, he's going to make you do it. if he wants to use your mouth for an hour straight, then he's going to do it. or, well, unless you tap out. he'll respect that

he's talking nothing but pure filth. it's a combination of praise and degradation. "couldn't've waited just a lil longer f'me, could'ya? m'sweet girl had to go actin' like a slut round the whole town. `n look at where's that gotcha now. turned'ya into a real slut f'me. y'got anythin' to say? no? pretty lil head's all gone, now ain't it. s'fine darlin'. i'll bring'ya back to me later. jus' keep bein' good f'me now, yeah?"

you're going to lose your mind. it's just inevitable. whether it's from overstimulation, getting fucked too dumb, or not cumming until the very end is a game of chance. but twilight knows he fucks good, so there is a high chance you'll cum at least once while he's busy enjoying your sweet body. but if you don't, he'll make sure that you do at the end :) bringing you to a sweet, gentle climax if he's feeling calmer and satiated (if he's not, then uh, he'll still make you cum. but it won't be sweet nor gentle)

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"Where is she?" he tried to ask casually.

He failed. Miserably. 

"Not sure, why?"

You were probably on the way back from the village with Four, a fresh restock of supplies in hand. He knew that, but it didn't really ease his concerns.

"It's getting late. That's why." Legend looked towards the setting sun, trying to not let his worry show. He failed again. Miserably. "I'm gonna go—"

"Relax," Sky said. "Besides, she knows how to handle herself."

Twilight had already set out to check up on the two of you, but he didn't need to know that. Whatever was going on between you and Legend, was everyone's new favorite game.

"What's got you so wound up?" Warriors asked with a smirk. "Are you concerned about our dear—"

"I'm not worried about her!"

"I never mentioned her."

A shit-eating grin spread across the captain's face as the veteran's face erupted into red.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't take much to guess whatever crazy assumptions you're thinking of."

"Is that so? Then I guess you should be able to—"

Your amused voice interrupted them. "What are you two on about this time?"

It didn't take much to see how the tension in Legend's body faded once you were in his field of vision.

He scowled, trying to hide his relief. He failed once more. Miserably.

"Captain's babbling on about complete bullshit, that's what!"

"Language," Time sternly interrupted, but he couldn't hide the mirth behind his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, eyeing Warriors' smug face. "What kind of bull—cuccoshit?"

Time glared at you, disappointment written all across his face. "Did you think that was better?"

From the corner of your eye, you could see Twilight physically withering away from being in the presence of such a look. But you weren't Twilight; the old man's words did not so easily affect you.

You opened your mouth again to repeat your question in an even more inappropriate manner, but Legend spoke before you could.

"Nothing worth bringing up again!" His face was undeniably red now, a combination of embarrassment and anger. "We're done talking about it!"

You gave the captain a wide-eyed look at that, but his expression still hadn't changed. You didn't press, and Warriors didn't open his mouth again.

A teensy bit of guilt crept into you at the tension that had started building up inside Legend again.

"If you say so," you relented. Walking a few steps forward, you grabbed his hand and pulled him over to where Wild was cooking dinner. Legend's body eased up again, and his face remained the same shade of red but for different reasons now. "He looks like he's done. Let's eat."

"Um uh—yeah. Sounds good."

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“What are you doing?” His deep voice rumbled in the near silent clearing.

“I’m making sure they can rest in peace,” You replied back seamlessly. It was hard to ignore the warmth that built under your skin when his gaze finally fell onto you. As emotionless as he seemed, you noticed how his soul seemed conflicted, the colors and shape swirling along with his thoughts. It was silent once more, many had fallen, which left you to pick up after the gruesome battle. 

“I was supposed to protect them,” He stated. While his tone was unwavering, you saw his soul flicker, like it was trying to hold itself together after this failure. 

“It’s the circle of life,” Your response seemed cold, but this was something you had dealt with for as long as you remembered. “Do not fret, they will be back. Perhaps not the same, they will look different, they may not even be hylian in their next life, but they will live once more.”

“What is your name?” He asked, stepping closer to your hovering figure. 

You gave it easily with a shy smile, tucking the last soul safely within your magical bubble, “I am tasked with keeping balance with both Hylia’s and Farore’s creations. I haven’t met you yet, though.”

“I am known as Fierce Deity,” the deity spoke, watching in curiosity. He watched as your hands hovered over the bodies, extracting something he couldn’t see, and seemingly storing it. 

A frown formed on your face at his reply, “No name?” He shook his head, white hair swaying with the movement. “Well that won’t do,” You huffed, crossing your arms. “How about Fierce?” It was after that fateful meeting that you started to personally collect souls yourself in the hope of catching the handsome deity once more, and more often than not you did. It seemed that he was surrounded by death. You watched as he grew, watched as the horrors of life rolled off his back, watched as he would turn to you for a semblance of solace. You enjoyed the moments you shared, taking in the world you helped keep going with the man who had enchanted you wholly. It was a brief respite for you both, a moment to forget about the roles you both played. Just two people who were entranced with the other.

Yet you should’ve realized it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing good ever does, you have witnessed countless unhappy endings throughout your long lifetime. Perhaps you were blindsided by the change of your routine, by the warmth that consumed you every time he would look at you so softly, by the fact that neither of you were mortal. You had felt it deep in your being, he wasn’t gone, but something had dulled the shine of his soul. You would still go to Hyrule, thinking that perhaps this time you would see him, that he could tell you what had happened, why he had left you for so long. 

You weren’t sure how long it took for you to find him. Was it years? Decades? Centuries? You couldn’t tell, for someone who has lived as long as you, time was meaningless. Of course it was when you finally stumbled upon Hylia’s chosen hero, one soul out of three that had always given you trouble. With blonde hair styled just like the one you loved, face paint eerily similar as well. You nearly had to do a double take if it weren’t for the difference of his souls. The hero stared at you with a calculating eye, unsure of who you were or what your intentions were. It was then that you had found that beautiful soul you had been searching for all these years. 

A mask, hauntingly resembling the deity you loved slipped itself out of the hero’s satchel as you coaxed the soul towards you. With a shout, the hero leapt forward, attempting to grab the mask, but you would not have it, creating a shield blocking the hero from approaching your or the mask. Once it reached you, you cradled it gently, heart feeling heavy. His soul was trapped in this mask, how long had he been like this? Tears welled in your eyes, how long has it been for his soul to become so dull?

“Who are you?” The hero snarled, sword raised towards your form. 

“I am nobody,” You replied, unable to tear your eyes away from the one you loved. “I’m doing my job by collecting the souls of the fallen.” Your grip tightened at your last words, voice wobbling just slightly. Oh how the mighty have fallen indeed. 

“That mask contains a dangerous power,” He huffed, eye turning wide as you turned with a snarl. 

“He did his duty and protected Hylia’s creations and this is how he was rewarded?” You were practically growling, anger infesting deep into your bones. You had seen the deity, truly seen him. He wasn’t some savage killer like the people would spew, the claims would anger you, but Fierce would assure you it was a part of his job. That he didn’t care what they said as he was carrying out the goddess’ will. Why would they do this to him? You could clearly remember the last time you met with him, how warm his hand was in your own, how tired he was, how he whispered for your ears only that he wished to stay by your side. You felt like your blood was boiling, your sadness melting into full blown anger. 

The hero stood silent, watching as you pressed a loving kiss onto the forehead of the mask. A bright light pierced through the forest, causing him to close his eye. Your words had made him pause, nauseous at how they resonated with his own fate. His hesitation had caused him to be too late, even though he wasn’t sure if he could fight against you. When Link was able to look once more he felt his heart drop, the mask had transformed, you had released Fierce Deity. His grip on his sword nearly shook as the deity glared at him, you were firmly pressed into the god’s chest. 

“Fierce,” You whispered, arms wrapping around his torso. Tears slid down your cheeks as your old friend and lover held you dearly. 

“My love,” he whispered back reverently. “I have missed you.”

Your hands cradled his face, pulling him down and pressing your lips together in a loving kiss. You didn’t realize how much you had missed this. He was warm and loving, holding you gently as if you would break, but tight as if you’d slip through his fingers, a contrast only he could manage. Neither of you wished to pull away, but you’d make sure you would both make up for lost time later. You gently brushed your thumb across his cheek, taking in every marking, every wrinkle, every beauty mark that dotted his skin, before finally turning back to face the hero.

“I apologize for scaring you,” You spoke, not having felt so calm in a millenia. The hero merely eyed you wearily, still on guard but less tense than before. “I have been searching for Fierce for quite some time. I see he has aided you in your journey, but it is time for him to return to where he belongs. Fear not, chosen one, he will cause you, nor the creations of Hylia any harm.” 

“Do you hold power over him?” The hero questioned, eyes squinting.

Fierce stared the hero down, nearly stepping forward in anger at such a question, but you raised a hand, making him stop midstep. 

“No,” You shake your head, but are unable to erase your smile. “But we respect each other, and that is enough.”

Little did you realize, you held a lot of power over Fierce. He would do anything for you without you even asking him to. You could look wistfully to the horizon and he would give you the sun, moon and stars, but he would not let the chosen one know that you were his greatest weakness. 

“I wish you best on your journey, little one,” You hummed, taking a step back, ready to head back to your realm. “And know the fallen are well taken care of.”

Fierce doesn’t hesitate to follow you, entering your strange void between the planet and the infinite void that was your domain. While this wasn’t his first time, it still never failed to amaze him, watching as you pour out the souls you collected and sort them into reincarnation and what was basically ‘storage’. He trails behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. He had been locked up in that mask for so long, in his own personal void, that the site of the nothingness that was your domain had turned daunting for a new reason. 

You leaned back into his touch, a bittersweet feeling filling you. While things may not be perfect, and you wished to have a talk with a certain goddess, you wouldn’t change the moment for anything. You were wrapped up in the arms of your love, reunited after far too long, soaking in the other’s presence like a dried up sponge. And for now, that was enough.

"T-Twi! Someone's gonna mmh—!"

He slammed his mouth against yours, effectively shutting you up. You yelped and blushed, freaking out over the thought of getting caught, in your night clothes nevertheless.

"They're all asleep," he whispered between kisses. "Ain't no one comin' out here."

"You don’t—you don’t know—"

He caught you in another kiss, licking into your mouth this time.

"I'll hide us before we get caught."

Your hands tangled into his hair, tugging him back so you could talk. Twilight groaned at the feeling, but glared at you like you had committed a horrendous crime.

"Twi," you whined. "Wha—what's gotten into you? Captain's still doing a watch. He's gonna notice!"

"Told `im I couldn't sleep, and that we's goin' for a walk."

You erupted into a severe blush. A walk? In the middle of the night? Hateno Village was well-lit, but the woods he had dragged you into were very much not, and there was no chance that Warriors wouldn't have taken note of which direction you two had gone in.

"And you think he actually believed that?!"

"No, `n I don’t care."

Embarrassment flooded your entire system, but before you could say anything Twilight was kissing you again. He pulled your hands from his hair and pinned them against the bark above you with one of his hands. The other started bunching up the thin material of your night shirt and reaching to undo the bindings around your chest.

You shivered when his fingers grazed your skin, a trail of goosebumps raising in their wake. He finally found the loose end and gave it a firm tug, a whine leaving you as your breasts were exposed to the cold air, nipples pebbling. Twilight wasted no time abandoning your lips in favor of your chest.

Another loud noise was ripped from your throat as he ran his tongue around your nipple, pinching and twisting the other with his free hand. You pressed your lips together tightly and tried to more or less stop breathing in an effort to stay quiet.

He kept at it for a solid few minutes, taking your silence as a challenge and trying to pull out as many noises from as he could you. The hand holding your wrists together eventually let go as he began travelling south, now busying themselves with tugging your pants down. You hurriedly yanked your shirt back down to cover your breasts, still concerned that someone might see you.

Twilight glanced up at you with hooded eyes, mildly annoyed. It sent a jolt straight to your pussy, wondering what he was going to do.

"What's gotcha so shy? You `mbarrassed?" He decided to stop, resting his hands on your hips and kneading the flesh there. Your pants were only down to mid-thigh, and your underwear was still on. Twilight was still looking up at you as he nosed along the edge of it, breath fanning over your clothed cunt where he could see a wet spot growing. "Can stop if ya really want. Go back now, `n Cap'n won't be thinkin' we done nothin' funny."

"I-I...," you trailed off.

You knew he was right. If you really wanted to, you could tell him to stop and he would listen. But you didn't. You'd have to deal with Warriors' knowing look later, but you were far too horny now.

Your face screwed up in embarrassment yet again. Twilight grinned wolfishly as you pulled your underwear down for him, letting the clothes fall to the ground. Your hands found their way into his hair once again, but this time you tugged his face forward and towards your cunt.

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"Here, lemme help ya," said Twilight, offering you a hand.

You knew how to ride a horse. He knew you knew how to ride a horse. Everyone knew you knew how to ride a horse. And they all knew you had no trouble dismounting on your own.

Flirting, he was flirting with you. He's been flirting with you, and you hadn't been too receptive at first, always eyeing him with a bit of caution.

You eyed him again now, fighting to keep your face neutral. From behind you, Time also eyed the rancher with a knowing look; he tried to ignore his ancestor.

"... Sure."

Smoothly, Twilight gripped your waist and lifted you off Epona—who also seemed to have been eyeing him—and onto the ground. You blushed at the feeling of his hands on you. He kept them where they were supposed to be, not travelling anywhere, but they did linger a teensy bit more than necessary.

Not that you minded. His touch was… nice.

That had been the end of that. A warm smile from him, a thanks from you, and a chuckle from Time.

Twilight was fairly bold with his flirting, and it was not something you were used to, mainly because no one had ever been so respectful about it. Most men were too handsy or straight up audacious, more or less trying to get in your pants. 

And, well, for all you knew Twilight could also just be trying to get in there. But having gotten to decently know him now, you didn't mind the thought too much. Whatever happened would most likely not be just a one night stand.

Another day of travelling, another night of camping. It was all routine by now.

"I'll run a quick patrol?" Twilight offered to Warriors.

"Sounds good," he responded quickly. "You're going alone?"

Wars saw how he was about to respond with a 'Yeah', but then the rancher's eyes flickered towards you. You noticed both of their gazes and looked at them questioningly.

"Dunno. Am I goin' alone?" Twilight asked you.

Both yours and Warriors' mouth dropped open a bit, the captain also sporting a disbelieving grin.

"Um, uh"—a small smile of your own crept onto your face—"no, I don't think you are."

Warriors let out a low whistle as the two of you headed out, still not believing what he just saw. "Smooth, rancher. Very smooth."

A different day, another night of camping, but a night out in the city too.

They were all either galavanting about or heading to the milk bar, and you hadn't decided which activity you wanted to partake in.

"Whatchu doin' tonight?" Twilight asked you.

He had another grin on his face and was leaning against the tree you were about to put your stuff down at. You shot him a mischievous look.

"I might be going on a date," you said.

He faltered. 

It wasn't a date with someone else, no way. Were you asking him out? Or rather making him ask you out? What was he supposed to say? 

For all the flirting he'd been doing, Twilight had no idea how to react to being on the receiving end. He was supposed to be the one asking you out like a gentleman, not the other way around.

"Oh," he said. Really? He couldn't have said anything else? "Might?"

"Might," you confirmed. "Depends on what you're doing."

"I was—uh—I was gonna… gonna… take you to the…"

"The small restaurant I passed by earlier today."

"Yes! Um–yes." He tried to compose himself. "Was plannin' on takin' you there."

You laughed, stepping forward and planting a kiss on his cheek. Twilight's face blew up in fiery blush. 

"Great, sounds like a date."

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