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(NSFW) Tell my muse a sexual fantasy you have involving them.

As he thinks of her, she dreams of him too. Of strong arms that sweep her up whisk her away. Of hungry kisses which beg for more. Of her name on his lips, groaned out in desirous demands as he strips her of every stitch of clothing. 

She dreams of being bare before him, vulnerable but adored. Of his lips on her thighs as he nuzzles his way closer to her, and makes her cry out his name in the wind, and when finally feels her breath return, she always dreams that he is there. Looking down at her like she the virtuous maiden of his dreams as well. 

When she wakes up, Malon doesn’t have to strip the bedsheets for a washing, but she does look off into the distance. Towards Kakariko.

aevorso is such a well thought out OoT Link!!!! Livvie puts so much into Link, and really tugs on your heartstrings about the experiences that our beloved Hero of Time went through. Whether Livvie is writing for Little Link or Hero's Shade, she brings so much to this character and is so creative. She has verses for just about any crossover, and is wonderful at executing these new, exciting interpretations!!

— silentwilds.

She squeezes his hand when he takes her. To hold onto him. To cherish him. To prove to him that she’s really there, and he isn’t just dreaming again. He’s been gone long enough, Link deserved a break by now.

Sometimes, that break only came when he was on leave from his duties, and given a summer to spend with his wife.

                                                    various starters || @aevorso

“No one said that you were...” No, he hadn’t been blind, and she knew that there were things they’d hoped he’d not noticed. She couldn’t say that part of it wasn’t her fault. All of the adults had seemed largely inept when it came to helping themselves, to the point that a child had been forced to do things he never should have been forced to do. Hero of Time or otherwise he shouldn’t have had to do what he had. Shouldn’t have needed to fight for all the sages because they’d been taken off guard by the things in their temples. At the very least she should have been able to, given that her job was to defend Hyrule against the unholy things that threatened it. It was why she guarded the temple that had been turned into a prison and a place of tormented souls.

He was right to hold them in contempt if that was what he wished, especially after he’d apparently chosen to remain behind and help them rebuild the tattered remains of their home. But all the same she met him with a sad sort of smile, one devoid of understanding. She doubted she would be able to understand the horrors he’d been through.

       She picks her way across the mountainside with practiced ease; a basket hooked on her elbow and a hand grasping her skirt to keep it from tangling on twigs or bramble she might step over. Her gaze alternates between glancing at the ground and up in the direction she’s heading; an occasional glance made towards the sky or the area around her to take the scenery in. While she seems to have a set destination in mind, she’s clearly not in any hurry, taking the time to stop here and there to gather wild fruits and mushrooms along the way.

       It’s been a year since she woke on Mount Lanayru - a full cycle of the four seasons, spring through winter, not knowing who she is or anything of her life prior to the mountain. A somewhat gloomy thought to be had, perhaps, but in truth she doesn’t mind it. Her life is a simple one, and she doesn’t truly want for anything. And with only herself and the wild animals she looks after to whittle away the hours, she has no need for a name - the only time she interacts with other people is when she visits the village at the foot of the mountain, and those visits are few and far between, in truth. She gets lost enough wandering from her hut to the little cave she’s turned into an animal sanctuary; her trips to the town were often more like trying to remember her way out of a maze.

       Blessedly, her trip to the cave today goes by with little in the way of a misstep or wrong turn, and as soon as she arrives she sets to tending to the bird she’s housed in a cage within. The poor thing had had a broken wing and been starving, and she hadn’t just been about to leave it there to die - but she couldn’t take it home, for fear that the cat who’d taken up residence with her would see it as an offering of a meal, so here in the cave it would remain until it could fly on its own again. Checking its’ wing and discerning it would need at least another day or two to heal completely, she fed it and stroked its feathers, before promising to return the next morning.

       Turning to leave the cave, something catches her eye; a slight gleam to the side, the morning sun shining into the cave and reflecting off of something smooth and a dark, deep black colour - or was it green? Honestly, she couldn’t be sure, it was so dark, but as her curiosity gets the better of her she nears and soon sees that it’s a snake, coiled around itself and sleeping in the sun. A hesitant step forward and closer inspection reveals what looks to be a wound on it’s body, marring the otherwise pristine scales with the red of blood. Her decision upon seeing the injury is immediate; paying little heed to any danger the snake might pose, she scoops it up and sets it in her basket among the foraged fruits and leaves the cavern to make her way home.

       The gods must be on her side today, for again her trip is met with little interruption. As soon as she enters the little hut, she sets the basket on the table and lifts the blanket from it’s top - only to be met with the snake now staring right at her.

       ❝ O-oh. You’re awake now. Well, that’s good... ❞ she trails off, lips pursing slightly as she considers the creature before her. For some reason it almost feels as if it’s asking for an explanation, with how intently it’s staring at her. ❝ I, uh... found you in the cave, and you’re hurt, so I brought you back here to take a look at your wound. Just wait here and I’ll go get something to treat it with.❞

Ship Roulette // Not Accepting // @aevorso

1. Astrea x Link

lmao i mean.... this one’s basically already full-steam ahead considering we’ve got an ENTIRE hecking au for tmopb for them so u know i’m down lmaobut also them interacting in main verse cold be interesting as well?? hmhmhm so many options we have.

2. Lysander x Link

WELL lysander and link are both straight so they’d be bros if anything, but i can see them getting along? they have a lot of the same ideals i think, though their personalities and attitudes do differ, it’d be interesting to see them interact hmhmhm

3. Leilani x Link

jdfhkshfsd hmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMM i dont. have oot verses set up for her or tempest yet so idk what direction this could take tbh. but overall i feel like they would definitely get along, idk im getting a vibe

4. Tempest x Link

....... again with the mother/daughter combos rng what is going on with you today ANYWAYS hm idk i feel like they’d get along but then also tempest can be a lot more overbearing than nalya so idk how well link would respond to her lmfao. but i could see potential!

5. Rory x Link

Head on Lap: I trust you / feel safe with you.

Malon didn’t know how long he had traveled. She didn’t know how much bloodshed he’d seen. He was a knight of the realm now, and while at first she had admired him for that, since meeting her old friend again in Kakariko, the rancher had learned that ways of true knighthood were not like the stories.

She didn’t know why he had come here, instead of going to his own home, but she gathered it must be because his house in the village was empty and lonely and cold. And judging by the bandages on his arm and the foggy look in his eyes, he couldn’t be alone right now.

Callused fingers glided over his scalp, as smooth as silk, despite their weather. His head fit like a puzzle piece atop her thighs, the faded linen of her skirts acting as a bit of extra cushion. He stared straight up, at the canopy of the apple tree over them, as Malon sang gently.

He had just arrived... and without many words exchanged, he had pleaded for a chance to rest. They had never been in a situation so intimate before, but Malon didn’t push him away when he slumped over and leaned on her. She didn’t refuse him when he placed his head in her lap, looking for a soft place to rest.

She just sang to him gently, and petted his hair, until she watched his faded blue eyes droop and fall into slumber.

pre-established relationships@aevorso

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .