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[twilightaurora]

bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

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

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

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

word count: 6.4k

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

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does. 

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

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

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

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

“You alright there, darl’?” 

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re good!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just checking, is all.” 

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

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

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

A moment later, your name is called. 

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

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

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

“What’s up, Sage?” 

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

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

There’s no paint decorating his skin. 

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

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

A paintbrush. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. 

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

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

Goddesses, this man is too much for you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This what you wanted, Sage?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By the Three, is it working... 

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

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

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

“Hnng…” 

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants to find out. 

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

Fuck, it’s so hot. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grin. 

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

“Now my hips.” 

You swallow thickly. 

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

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

Perfect. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, a matching smile on your lips. 

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

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

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

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

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hah… fuck.” 

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

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

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

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

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

But you’re not stupid. 

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

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

You nod before he even finishes his words. 

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises. 

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

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

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

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

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.” 

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

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

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

“Mmm…ah” 

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

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

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Link…” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs. 

“Sorry, Vet.” 

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

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

Oh no – you know that look. 

“Wild…” you murmur carefully. 

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

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

bonus:

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

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

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

[phosphorus-noodles]

let me see what you have! >:3

(design by @10piecechickenmcnugget <3)

#he's THE MOST EVER i'm obsessed with him #look at this guy. look at him #sage i hope you like him #but even if you don't i still love him lots <33 obsessed with whatever he has goin on #look at that thing. whatever he is #pho.doodles #theorionsound #oli orionsound #sos smp #tw knife #pho.posts

[dave-me0wstaine]

annie..... dave hate sex?!?!? like not to be angst but i think we all know how mentally unstable he was in the mid 90s and i feel like he'd be taking everything out on u and u guys js have the worst fights something him cursing u out and being like "fuck off, you stupid bitch" or smt and u grab him by the hair and u guys are quite literally wrestling eachother on the floor and then the tension hits.........

no because angry sex with dave is so fucking HOT!!! in my mind, dave really and truly tries his best to not get violent or angry with you, because the last thing he wants to do is mimic his father's own drunken behaviors. but one day you piss him off so bad, he's so angry he can't control his mouth. in retrospect, it's probably not anything to really get upset about, but with all the stress he's under with the tour, conflicts within the band, and his own personal issues, he just snaps.

like i imagine you give him attitude as soon as he gets through the door, maybe you're bitching about how late he is or a forgotten date. it's become an issue recently; he's staying longer and longer at the studio or rehearsal and it's making you feel discarded.

but before you can really lay into him, he just kinda shoves you to the side and snaps, "could you just shut the fuck up? for once in your life? i don't wanna deal with your shit right now."

oh my god and this is when all hell breaks lose. blinded by rage, you shove him, maybe hit his back a little as he's trying to walk away from you. but to your shock, dave doesn't simply walk away as he usually does whenever you get a little handsy. instead, he turns on his heel and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head upwards so that you'll look up at him.

"you really are a stubborn bitch, aren't you? are you deaf? stupid? i told you to leave me alone." he says between clenched teeth. it's barely above a whisper, and if you weren't so furious, you'd be scared, terrified even. instead, this only drives you to struggle harder against him, hitting his chest and trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

dave, getting quickly fed up with your admittedly feeble attempts to get out of his grasp, wrestles you to the ground. "do not- quit fucking struggling- do not hit me," he says, struggling against your flying limbs.

as dave wrestles you to the ground, the both of you realize the position you've accidentally found yourselves in. you're flat on your back, while dave, who's in between your legs, is pressing nearly all of his weight on you, his torso bent over and his face extremely close to yours. he's basically gotten you into a mating press, and the sexual tension that had been lingering in the air makes itself known as you feel him grow hard against your heat.

dave's anger quickly melts into lust, and with a crooked smirk on his face, he leans close to your face, saying, "i think i should teach you a little lesson about being so mean, huh sweetheart?"

#is this a little toxic? sure #but is it hot in a fictional sense? absolutely #sage ily <33 #your asks are always 10000/10 #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth smut #megadeth fanfiction #asks

[jungwookjins]

devotion, divinity, desire: religion in onlyoneof's works

i. ultimate bliss lyrics (2022) // ii. sage mv (2019) // iii. instinct pt. 1 album description (2021) // iv. chrome arts mv (2023) // v. sage lyrics (2019) // vi. angel mv (2020) // vii. tear of god lyrics (2021) // viii. line sun goodness album description (2019)

#my magnum opus in lyondom so far actually #ive been wanting to make smth like this since forever #p much since i became a lyon but i just never got around to it #and was finally spurred on by that chrome arts choreo bc the imagery of it is just soooo #it's like yoojung is a god and the others are exalting him #anyways im happy w how this turned out i think <33 #onlyoneof #ooo #ennuigif #web weaving #lyonet #also special shoutout to ling who gave me the using gifs in webs idea bc their webs are always sooo <33 #and gifs were def necessary to show the choreo properly #taeyeob doing half the sign of the cross in the sage choreo will forever be crazyyyy to me like that was so genius

[wayfayrr]

Cannibros the interlude with cal and wild

this was written with my lovely wives @angry-trashcan and @neverchecking <333 It's a continuation of these two fics! It was so stupidly fun to write - like anything working with my wives <3 - and this time no one gets eaten! It's about 4.5k words of househusband au world building and is just <33

“Wild was gonna light someone on fire. No, not quite a someone. That would infer they were little more than a pest he was gonna squash between his toes. Little more than a dead cockroach walking. Wild would show that little shit what was coming to him. It was just a matter of time before he slipped up and Wild could pin him in a corner and give him the worst wedgie he’s ever received-

“Woah there, champ-” Twilight quickly grasped his arm, slowing the stewing teen down to a halt. “What’s got your britches in a bunch?” 

“That little, no good, down right awful, bottom feeding, waste of a good set of lungs-” 

Twilight raised a brow. “...Are-...Are you talking about Wind?”

Wild fought the urge to hiss at the name of ‘He-who-Shall-Not-be-Named’. “Don’t say his name.”

“...Enil-?”

This time Wild did hiss, throwing up his hands with his fingers curled into claws.”DON’T-”

 “DAD! DAD WILD WON’T STOP CALLING ME INSULTS!”

“Mother fucker…”

“Great, you see what you did Twi, you encouraged him”

Nursing the fresh bite on his arm that he got as wind struggled out of his hold that he barely managed to get him into, barely, barely getting him and twilight interfered. Now all he has to show for it is the growing bruise on his forearm.

“GET BACK HERE YOU LIL’ SHIT!”

“You two need to cut the shit.” Twilight hissed, grabbing at Wild’s arm.

“He need to leave me alone!” Wind cried out, running around Sage’s back and hiding behind it.

“I need to eat you fuckin’ alive.” Wild yelled lunging towards Wind. Wind cried out, hiding behind Sage completely. Sage rolled his eyes, laughing a bit. Twilight did the same.

“I think you two need to go to bed is what needs to happen.” Sage pulled Wind around to the front of him before pushing him in the direction of his room.

“Dad he’s going to kill me!”

“He ain’t gonna kill ya.” Twilight laughed, doing the same to Wild with a small huff.

“You don’t KNOW that, though!” The kid retaliated, turning to watch Wild snarl at him like some form of predator. He wasn’t scared of Wild, oh no, but he did want to save his poor ego the blow once Wind kicked his butt. 

“You have my scout’s honor, pup.” Twilight winked. It did not reassure Wind. Twilight was not, was never, and probably would be a Scout. 

He was going to die. And they were going to let it happen. He knew he should’ve donated Wild to the local animal rescue when he had the chance. 

“Are you two still fighting over the last kinder?”

“Stay out of this cal.”

“So you are then?”

His smug look did nothing to help calm wild down, and seeing the look worsening like that did nothing to help reassure wind either. Not that it was supposed to. Cal being the “innocent” one that he is could afford to rile them up all he pleased but never have the blame fall onto him. Why would the top of the class student do that after all? “Wind shouldn’t have taken something that wasn’t his, He knew it was mine.”

“He’s a pirate - he was a pirate, can you blame him?”

Something about that little bit actually stuck wind worse than anything else that was said to him by wild earlier. The reminder that the things he cared for like that were stuck far in his past now.

Wind froze in his spot, looking down. “You didn’t have to fuckin’ remind me.” He whispered, turning to the hallway. “The damn egg is in the second drawer in the kitchen. You can have it.”

Cal watched as he went down the hallway before Wild hit the back of his head, “You idiot. Why’d you say that?!” He rubbed the place he hit him, not looking away from the hallway. “Did you get some kinda joy out of that?”

Cal shook his head, “No, I just wanted you to shut up. It was annoying.”

Wild hit him again, this time in the ribs. “You’re fuckin’ annoying.” He turned to the hallway himself, making his way to the twin’s shared room.

“Calcifer, that wasn’t okay. You know that.”

“How would you know what’s okay? Your moral train isn’t exactly linear.” Cal snarled angrily, hackles raising as he watched Sage carefully. Something flickered in his gaze, something quick and something damn near dangerous before it fell away. A twinge of regret bubbled in his gut at the reminder that he had hurt Wind in his anger, an innocent party in all of this really (Well, Semi-innocent, he did steal that damn-forsaken egg). But Wind was gone and all that was left in front of him was Twilight and Sage. Twilight, who he was sure was in on it as well and Sage. The mastermind behind it all. He didn’t think of Sage as overly smart, but since the revelation a part of him knew better. Sage was smarter than the rest of them thought he was. 

“I have enough of one to still know what is and isn’t right.” “...”

The dirty glare leveled towards his “father” was enough to both chill the room and clue them into the fact that he knows something that by Sage’s standards he shouldn’t. Not enough to know what it is that he knows, but enough to know. 

“You should keep a closer eye on Wind, you don’t want him learning the wrong things, do you?”

“What are you implying with that Calcifer… what would I ever need to be careful of him learning, I know what to be careful of.”

“Well after all you and I are rather similar… I’m just… better.”

The silence was enough to chill the room even further, making it easily mistaken for a freezer, clearly he said something that pushed Sage’s limits.

Sage’s eyes were like daggers on the boy. “I think you should go to bed, too.”

“You’re trying to send me off too?”

“Cal-”

“The only use for a motor not meant to start, is to become an expendable part.” Cal breathed out, looking to the ground.

“Cal, I agree. Go to bed.” Sky spoke up, standing from the table. 

Cal looked over to him, his eyes void of anything signifigant. “You too? You’re just going to push me away?”

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“Goodnight.” Cal turned to the hallway, his hands digging into the pockets of his pajama pants as he did. He rolled the recorder over in his hand, flipping the switch to the ‘off’ position. He sighed heavily before he opened the door to his shared room

Left behind, eyes trailing after the boy, Sage felt his lips fall into a scowl. How dare he. Did he not understand what Sage had given up for him? For them? For this Family?! And for him to imply that he did something immoral to get what he wanted? 

,,,He was right, but that wasn’t the point. He shouldn’t have suspected anything to begin with. Sage’s ear flickered as he licked at his gums. Calcifer was digging into things he shouldn’t be. And that was dangerous. Didn’t he see that? Did he not see that everything Sage was doing was for them? 

Slapping on a grin, he turned to Sky and Twilight. They watched him carefully. “You guys should head to bed too. It’s been a night.” 

They exchanged a look. Twilight took the initiative. “What about ya’?” 

Sage waved him off, “I’ll be right there. I’m just gonna go check in on Wars. Maybe check in with Wind. Won’t be too long. Don’t worry about me.” 

“.... don’t - I shouldn’t - I … I didn’t want to.”

“Well then little interloper, how are you holding up.”

Wars’ already quiet speaking silenced as he made his presence known next to him, the traumatised mumbles turning to sheer fear at the instigator standing - no -  sitting by him. Sage’s eyes giving away how he truly feels about the whole situation, a small amount of apprehension but at the same time there was also some sick and twisted pride in his eyes. Pride at seeing the captain so broken before him.

“Do you think you’ll crack anytime soon now captain? Or have I solidified your resolve enough to prevent anything that you could regret?”

“Take your time, there’s not too much of a rush to answer.”

Warriors didn’t look up from the bed, only listening to his words. Was he going to crack? What kind of question was that?! “I-” He fell short on words again, his breathing breaking back into short sobs.

“Oh, come on, none of that now.” Sage patted his back in a hardy manner, causing Wars to lean forward with every hit.

He tried to stuffle in his crying, daring to look up at Sage who was looking across the room. “You didn’t tell Legend already, did you?” 

“No! No-I would-”

“Good boy.” He patted his back again, looking over to him. “Now, if you’re alright, and gonna keep your mouth shut, I’m going to bed.” He stood from the bed, using Wars’ shoulder for support as he did so. Once he reached the door, he turned back to him. “Sleep well, don’t let the nightmares in.” He closed the door behind him.

That was problem one taken care of, now all that was left was the other one. Turning on his heel, he made his way to Cal’s room, a fire of pure fury igniting in his gut. He’d get to the bottom of this. If it was the last thing he did. 

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Cal was pacing back and forth in front of his bed, the black screen of his switch staring up at him from where it laid on his bed. This was bad. So very bad. Sage was onto him. Sage was onto him and now it was just a matter of time before he was hunted down and pinned to the wall, having answers demanded from him left and right. If he was lucky, it would just be Sage. Twilight and Sky would be sent off to bed to minimise the damage.  

So it would just be Sage. Him and Sage. Alone. It would be fine. 

The door behind him slammed open and Cal whipped around, fingers twitching towards his bedside drawer. However, the blond he was expecting was not the one standing there. Wild was watching him carefully, a brow raised and pulling at his scars. “...Hey there, buddy…” He muttered, waving slowly. 

“HI- Hey….” Cal shook his head, resting his hands by his side once more. “Hello, Wild.”

“...You doing…okay? You really crossed a line back there.” Wild prodded, eyes watching the other’s figure before falling to the bed. “What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it Atlas, it’s one of my roommates' things at uni. They just asked me to look after it.”

“Come onnnnn Cal, we share everything - We’re twins remember, we don’t do things alone.”

Cal’s face looked purely regretful and upset for a split second, knowing that they aren’t related - not in that way, more in the same person way. And that was all it took for Wild - for his brother to know that there is something heavy weighing on his mind. Something he needed to press for the details on.

“Whatever it is, it’s making you feel bad. Couldn’t you just give it back to them?”

“Not for a while. Till I get back to uni at the earliest.”

“Why not just hide it then, so then you don't have to worry about it? Or you know… tell me what it is to get it off of your mind??”

“No, it’s something I need to think on myself more.”

“Caaaalllllll-”

“I said no, Atlas.” Wild huffed, making his way to his own bed and sitting on it.

“You never share anything with me. You think you’re so much better than me since you went off to uni.”

“Wild-”

“It’s true! You can’t say it’s not!”

“It’s not true! I think you’re great!” Cal turned and faced his brother, throwing his arms open wide as he did.

“Oh, shut up. You know it’s the truth! I’m a no good wash up! That’s why Sky is only paying for your college and not mine. That’s why they still see me as a kid and not you. I’m older than you! Even if only by a few minutes but still!”

“Atlas, can you listen to me, pleas-”

“NO! I won’t listen to you! I’m tired of always listening to you!” WIld stood, pacing the room.

“Wild!”

His head shot over at his other name, “Don’t you dare call me that.”

“You need to listen to me and listen to me closely.”

“I already told you! I’m-”

“Wild- Atlas. This is important.”

“Oh, so it’s only important when it comes to things about you, huh? Because perfect Calcifer can do no wrong. Only fuck-up Atlas, right?” Wild shook his head, giving Cal the chance to close in, clamping his hands around the other’s arms. 

“Listen.” He began, swallowing harshly. His eyes went from the switch to Wild. This wasn’t Wind, so he had a shot. Wind believed everything Sage told him, no qualms about it. But Wild? Wild wasn’t tethered to the same degree Wind was. Cal could find an ally in his Twin. “This…This world? It…It’s not ours.” 

Wild scoffed, in his face like a heathen, trying to shrug off the hands. “Your crazy- Can you get your hands off’a me? Jeez, what have they been feeding you at Uni?”

“What have they been feeding you here is the real question.” Cal tightened his grip, a crazed look in his eye. “Atlas, I need you to listen very carefully-”

“We. Are. Not. From. Earth.”

“The thing you were asking me about, I’ll show you it, I’ll answer any questions you have. Just listen to me very carefully and you cannot. I repeat CANNOT tell Sage, or ANYONE what I’m going to tell you. Understood?”

Sheer aggression thinly veiled within Cal’s voice gave Wild the impression that his brother was being deathly serious, that despite his own feelings this was more important than him. That this trust wasn’t something to be toyed with, that if it was broken it would be impossible to repair.

“...okay.”

Breathing a sigh of relief cal, after checking the door was shut and unable to be opened took his switch and powered it on, briefly creating an account with a profile picture sharing his brothers face. Opening a game with it, so that he could have the full experience.

“I know ‘dad’ said games were bad, but just - just play it. Then tell me what you can remember.”

Handing the switch over to wild with a more pleading look now he got his first look at the game opened.

“Breath of the wild? What’s so important about it?”

“Please, just play it for a while before you ask questions. I am sure they will all be answered.”

Wild blew hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear and looking back down at the game in his hands. “How do I play?”

“It’ll tell you. Just read what it says. Use that stick to move.” Cal pointed out the joy stick, showing him how it worked.

Wild fell into silence watching the beginning cut scene. Cal’s eyes went between the screen and Wild’s, watching, waiting, for something. He went through the basic tutorial easily enough, claiming the Sheikah slate for his own and climbing out of the shrine. Conventaly missing the chests of clothes on his way. The doors opened, Link shielding his eyes from the bright sun as he stepped outside and onto the grass. Once he reached the edge of the cliff, Wild’s eyes went wide.

“This is… really pretty…” He muttered, eyes glancing about the screen. Cal took a few jagged breaths.

“That- That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” 

“...should there be more?” 

“...Yes?!” Cal was gonna commit a crime. “There should be so much more- I just- We don’t have time for this. Give me that.” While he demanded the switch back, he really just took it, exiting out to the menu once more. The profiles were switched over quickly as Cal reopened the game. This time, instead of the character stumbling out of a weird cave, Link was standing in front of some sort of house. It was beige and stone, with a sign in front. Cal moved the character forward for a second before opening the inventory and switching screens, clicking on some sort of block. The screen faded to black and it was handed back to Wild, who watched with wide eyes. The colors on screen flashed across his face, brown then an assortment of reds and blues. Rapid beeping and hurried footsteps rang out and Wild’s eyes widened, jaw hanging open. 

Cal swallowed. 

The doorknob to their room shook for a second. Then a knock. “Boys?”

Cal choked on his spit. Wild was still watching the memory playback, eyes now gleaming with the shine of unshed pearls, unresponsive to anything else around him. The knock cam back harder, faster, more desperate. Everything in Cal’s body was screaming at him. He knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows, he knows- “Yeah, dad?”

Cal’s voice quivered. 

“Can we talk?”

“I-If you give us a minu-ute! I’m changing! I spilt something onto my shirt and it spread and I’m soaked so I’m - I’ll just be a few minutes!”

Please, oh please, just let him believe it. Just get enough time to get changed and rip the switch away from wild, to let him get the hint he needs to lie. It should be easy, it’ll be fine, everything will be fine, he’s the better one.

…

And the knocking paused, intime with Cal’s own heart.

“Okay. I’ll give you a few minutes to change - if you’re not in the main room, both of you, in ten minutes I’m coming into your room.”

Ten minutes. Ten minutes is perfect, he can change, he can come up with a somewhat convincing lie to get out of this, hide the switch and get a video alibi on his phone to claim why wild is so upset. 

He can do this. 

He can - Wild is crying. He’s full on crying. 

what , no - no he wasn’t supposed to get this upset, he was - he just wanted him to understand.

He watched the screen closely as he pulled his shirt over his head, digging another one out of a drawer. The screen faded to fuzz and black as he pulled it from Wild’s hands, new shirt going over his head. He knelt down, getting in his face. “What did you see?”

Wild shook his head, tears and sobs falling from him faster. “I- I”

“Wild, I need you to focus and tell me what you saw.”

“I- I saw me. It- I-” His blurry eyes met Cal’s, “I died, Cal.” Another broken cry came from him, shaking his whole body. 

Cal pulled him into his chest. “I know. I know it’s hard. But I really, really need you to focus and listen to me right now.” Wild nodded, tears wetting Cal’s new shirt. “Okay, good. Sage isn’t- he’s… up to something.”

“What- what do you mean?”

“I don’t… I don’t know for sure. But something is happening. And he tried to come in here while you were snapped out of it. We have to go talk to him in,” He checked the clock, “Six and a half minutes. So we need to put together out stories.”

“I can’t- I don’t want to lie.”

“Then don’t. Say you were taking a nap just now and I woke you up to come out. It’s not a total lie, is it?”

No. He supposed it wasn’t. That still didn’t make it right. Wild’s face scrunched up, cheeks made puffy by his most recent fit. Sage? As the bad guy? It just…didn’t commute. Right now, honestly, he just wanted to man to make it right. Sage has a way of just making things right. But Cal said they couldn’t tell him. “What do we do?” 

Cal swallowed. “...Our best, I guess.” 

Extracting himself, he quickly looked around the room. He needed an alibi. And he needed it fast. His eyes landed on a Capri-sun that Wind must’ve left in their room last time he was in there. With a curse under his breath, he quickly grabbed it, retrieving his previously discarded shirt before sacrificing the article of clothing (He sent a silent apology to whoever does the godforsaken amount of laundry in this hell house.). The juice quickly spread, drenching the shirt and making Cal wince. He liked that shirt. 

“Okay, the alibi is set in stone. If Sage asks, you were napping, I spilled juice on my shirt, I woke you up because he wanted to talk. Sounds good?” 

Wild gaped for a second before swallowing around his dry tongue, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. I just-” He rubbed his cheeks and eyes, hoping to lessen the redness around them. “Yeah.” 

“If he asks about your red eyes, you smoked pot.” 

“Cal, no I did not. I had a bad dream.” 

“...Better idea.” 

“Of course, it's a better idea, why was pot the first thing you thought of? Sage would kill you - HE’D KILL ME!”

“I don’t know, red eye’s smoking - checks out.”

“Have you smoked??? Holy shit Cal that’s so illegal!?”

Silence was the only response to that, the wordless admission that he was right. That his ‘perfect’ younger brother wasn’t really that perfect. But this isn’t really what he should be focusing on at the moment, there are more vital things to worry about, for instance the - shit! Two minutes!?

“Right Wild, are you ready now. We only have one shot at this.”

“I am, given that you don’t go with the pot plan.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m going to tell Sky you smoke.” With a side eye to rival his ‘father’s’ Cal turned to his older brother with a smug smile, a truly shit eating grin. And with only one minute left till they face death.

“What makes you think he hasn’t smoked with me before?”

With that he threw open the door, making sure that it was loud enough to be heard from the living room. “Come on sleepy head.” He said out to Wild, nodding his head to the hallway.

Wild nodded back, following him out into the hall, closing the door tight behind him. “Why’d you wake me up?” He played along, his voice wavering a bit.

“I told you, dad wanted to talk to us.”

“Fine, fine.” They made their way into the living room, only to find Sage sitting on the couch. The only light in the room a lamp next to him.

“Nine and a half minutes.” Sage said, not looking over to the boys. “Thirty more seconds and I would have had to come on in myself.” He laughed a bit, pushing something up under the couch with his foot. “I’m glad you made it on time.”

“Me too. What is it that you wanted to talk about?” Cal asked, taking a seat on the edge of a chair across from him. Wild stayed standing next to him, jittering slightly.

Ur turn loser cinder I’m not a loser >:( Ur the loser neither of you are losers <3 (She’s talking to me, not you bailey) I hate that we cant get divorced bc then the whole world would then collapse.

“Why don’t you take a seat, Atlas? I’m sure you’re still tired.” Sage let a smile widen on his features, crossing one leg over another before leaning back. “It’s been a long night.” 

“You’re telling me.” Wild mumbled, quickly finding his own seat. He picked at the skin on his hand, tracing the scars there. His breath hitched in his throat. He looked up from his hand. Don’t think about your death. Don’t think about your death. Sage can probably read thoughts. 

“About earlier,” Sage rolled his shoulders. “...What’s going on with you two today? Normally, you're a little more…patient.”

One of Cal’s feet knocked against Wild’s. Sage’s eyes followed the movement. “Something you wanna tell me?”

Cal swallowed. “Is there?” 

“You tell me.” Sage always had a way of looking intimidating. With the low light reflecting off his cheeks and the low hum of the lit fireplace in front of them, it seemed like they were well and truly in purgatory. Or some convoluted version of hell. Whichever was worse really. Moreso when he leaned his elbows on his knees. 

“...No.” 

Sage’s eyes narrowed further. 

“Wanna try again?”

“Atlas had a nightmare and I had to wake him, I didn’t want to mention it because I know he gets embarrassed by them. I’m sorry bro…”

“Oh so now you rat that out. I trusted you.”

Sage’s eyes narrowed even further, both suspecting their lies as being too - too there’s not a good word for it but they seem too good to be true but why bring their family into question. Perhaps now would be a good time to lessen their privacy, losing door privileges might be a good start for now, see if that makes anything better, stops them from hiding things in their room. 

“I’ll let this off for now. Seeing as you’re so focused on it and you don’t seem to be budging anytime soon.”

“Let this be a warning to you both. Neither of you will get away with something like this again. Got it?” As the twins replied in unison before getting up to go to their rooms with wild leaving as quickly as he could without drawing any attention to himself. 

“Not you Calcifer. I’d like you to stay a minute more”

Why does it feel like his throat is closing in on itself, like it’s hard to breathe…

… Is his eyesight getting darker?

“Okay…” Cal sat back down in his seat, wavering slightly when he hit the cushion. Shit, what is happening?

“Are you ready to tell me what is going on?” Sage’s voice was dripping in venom as he spoke.

“Nothing is going on.”

“If you’re going to lie don’t look so sick while doing it.”

Cal’s blinked away blurry vision, willing himself to just breathe. “I’m not lying.”

Sage’s eyes bore into him, watching his every move, every blink, every breath of air he took into his lungs. Sage shook his head, looking down. “I can see I’m not getting anything out of you. All I have to say is that you need to watch yourself.”

Cal nodded, swaying as he stood and turned back to the hallway. “Oh, and Calcifer?” Cal looked back over his shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “You should really make sure you don’t drag your brother into this. He’s a good kid.” The door slammed to their room once he was inside. As soon as he took a few steps in, his vision went black as Wild called his name.

#my wives <33 #together we're better <3 #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #househusband sage #moss✦writes

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·˚ ༘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴀ ᴅɪᴄᴇ

cym moots as flowers

·˚ ༘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴀ ᴅɪᴄᴇ

ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ᵍᵃᵐᵉˢ!! ⁽ᶠᵐᵏ, ᶜʸᵐ, ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ, ᵉᵗᶜ ᵉᵗᶜ⁾

ooh i like this one

YOU AS A CARNATION!! <3

@quickslvxr as a bluebell <3

@siriuslybea as a primrose <3

@it-be-me-ella as an iris <3

@writingwitch007 as a hydangrea

@awkwardly-adorable-binosaur as a daffodil

@k1siriusly as a hyacinth <3

@dogstarmoonheart as a white rose <3

@moony-t0ast (my mum) as a lily <3

@lizard-on-a-window-pane as a sunflower <3

@faeriieblush as a daisy <3

@starstruckwillows as a chrysanthemum <3

#cym!! #ara's mutuals #moots <3 #ara's 50 followers celly!! #sage<33

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Robotnik kids

Guess who decided to finally come back to life and draw something? Yup, MEEEE!

Sketch of my favourite family ever minus The Grandpa and Doctor Egghead - aka Space Siblings and their little niece - in honor of all this year's upcoming Shadow-related things.

(first time actually drawing both Maria and Sage holy cow) (turned out nicely methinks!)

#alex draws #sth #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #sage the ai #sage robotnik #heck yeah I remembered how to draw in Sonic style #ahhh Shadow my sweet hedgie babbu <33 #also did this with a new pencil brush in SAI #loved drawing with it actually! #also first art of 2k24 hella!

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Not so Scary

Okay, okay, I know I'm starving y'all. I'm sorry for that, but writer's block is choking me between it's thighs rn. BUT, i do have this to offer.

It's more Aaliyah x Ceres stuff. Sorry not sorry. This time our guest star is Twilight (sage is still there. that bastard)

For those who don't know, Ceres belongs to @angry-trashcan, my lovely wife whom I love so much <33

Smut so MDNI! !8+

Smut CW: Foursomes, there is some scissoring in the beggining bc girls being girls :), Aaliyah and Sage get a little mean at the end but that's okay bc Twilight and Ceres are into it <3 Also, you'll see where the new blog name came from <3 (Bailey and I thought of it when shit-balling --it's like spit-balling but pure crack instead--and i just love it sm). This ones breeches 5.2K words, but it's not all smut there is a fluff portion before hand <33

There were a few things that confused her about the current Sage of Spirits. 

None were truly consequential things, mindless thoughts that had no real merit in the real world (Why did she wake at the first peaks of dawn if only to sit in front of a window with her legs crossed as she mumbled under her breath? Why did she choose to eat with chopsticks as opposed to the normal cutlery everyone else chose? Why did she put both socks on before her shoes? That was the wrong order. It was sock, shoe, sock shoe-), but one thing in particular perplexed the brunette. 

Why did Aaliyah showcase this false bravado of a blood-lusting warrior when the way she cradled her cheeks was nothing but soft and loving?

Why did the Sheikah insist on hiding behind stone walls? Why did she completely shut down and refuse to acknowledge anything when any part of it was brought up? What had happened to her that had shattered her soul in such a way she refused to let herself be vulnerable again?

They had been in Sage’s Hyrule for a few weeks at this point and it was evident the Sheikah had made her impact. With gentle hums and smooth words, dressed in a silky tilt, she had wound a few of the others around her finger, keeping them coiled there like a viper. 

And yet, it was as if she didn’t care. She paid them no more mind than that of the villagers around her. In fact, if it wasn’t pertaining to herself or Sage, it seemed Aaliyah had zero lost love on it. 

Even right now, she was laying in the front yard, one leg crossed over the bent counterpart as her arms laid folded under her head. Her eyes were closed but the rhythm of her breathing remained controlled. Never falling into the soft and even pattern that most had when they succumb to sleep. No, she was simply resting her eyes. Sunbathing like a cat would any other lazy afternoon. 

It was an odd sight, seeing the woman so…eased. Vulnerable wasn’t the word to use because Ceres would bet money that, should any threatening presence wander nearby, the Sheikah would waste no time in neutralizing it. Eased however seemed to fit.Quelled maybe. 

She shook her head, standing after a second with a fleeting touch to Twilight’s shoulder. He glanced back, catching her eyes for a fleeting second before letting her go with a nod. It was still in earshot and even the rancher was still weary around the sage in the yard based on her battle prowess alone. 

True to her earlier predictions, Aaliyah’s ears twitched the second she stepped foot onto the grass, alerting the other to her location immediately. Still, she did not move. She remained in her spot until Ceres had settled beside her, politely folding her legs and holding her hands in her lap. Eyes that shined like sapphires darted from the Sheikah’s face up to the sky, noting the lack of clouds, before repeating the process. Somewhere along the line, Aaliyah snorted, rolling her shoulders before settling once more. 

“Keep staring at me like that and I’ll start getting ideas, doll.” 

“I like ideas.”

“Oh, I am well aware.” Even if her eyes remained closed, Ceres knew the other was well aware of every interaction going on around her. “What’s turning in your pretty little head there, my love?”

“You.” Came the automated reply before Ceres was trying to correct herself. It wasn’t fast enough as Aaliyah chuckled from her place on the ground, something just as harmonious as it was rare. 

“Glad to know I’m always on your mind, even when I’m not around.” Her tone seemed happy, which was a plus. Even if it made Ceres' cheeks turn red and her ears lower. “No, I mean not that I don’t think of you- but I just-” 

“Breath.” There was a sudden hand on her own. She hadn’t even heard Aaliyah sit up, but there she was, eyes open and soft and focused on her. Goddess, Aaliyah had gorgeous eyes. It was kind of unfair. “Take a breath,” Aaliyah’s chest gave an exaggerated inhale in demonstration. Ceres followed. “And release.” The air fell out of her lungs in a sweeping exhale, to which the brunette followed. “There you go, my sweet girl. Now, tell me what’s going on up there.” 

Aaliyah was so steady and smooth and confident that Ceres nearly wanted to kiss her then and there. In every torrent of a storm, whether it be her’s or Sage’s, or even a personal issue she was facing, she remained consistent. Like a pillar of conviction that instilled trust without her even trying.  

“You-...You let the others believe you're so…scary, but you’re not. You’ve proven to me that you’re not. So, I guess my question is, why let them believe that?” Ceres spilled out, without so much as a second thought. It seemed to take the other aback for a second, her own ears rising and falling for a moment as she stuttered over an answer. 

Then she huffed, eyes darting over for a second. One of the farm dogs from up the road had trotted over, eagerly stuffing its snout into Aaliyah’s face, lapping at her cheeks and rubbing their noses together. The Sheikah returned the action, ruffling the dog’s ears with both of her hands as the dog’s tail wagged. Her mouth opened then closed before opening again. The dog lapped at her cheek again, paws pushing at her shoulders in an attempt to pin her beneath them. Aaliyah gently pushed them off, cradling them close to her chest as she finally let out a sigh. “Scary, to me, is safe. It’s territory that I’m familiar with. It’s easier for people to be scared of me and to stay away than it is for them to be close and to get hurt. With you- It’s…hard. Hard because I know that in letting you in, I open myself to the chance of you getting hurt, knowing there was something I probably could’ve done. But it’s just as easy showing you that I’m not all jagged edges and shattered parts because I know that even when I’m not there, you have some, admittedly, talented men protecting you when I can’t. I don’t care much for what they think, but I do care about you. If they think I’m scary, but see that you’re okay with me, they know that I am just as capable of protecting you as they are. If not, more so.” She spoke with hearty conviction and a gaze that said everything she couldn’t quite put into words. It was something that had obviously been running amuck in her own head for quite some time, long before Ceres had prodded for it, and something that she obviously had thought a lot about. 

Aaliyah had been at her most vulnerable with Ceres. She’d fallen asleep next to the woman, ate next to her, they’ve even had sex. Quite a few times, and Aaliyah had trusted her not to drop the piece of her that the Sheikah had offered. 

Ceres swallowed harshly. The dog barked. Aaliyah huffed at it through her nose before pushing the paws off and letting the dog run back to where it once came from, watching with a fond grin. Animals were always a comfort to her since they were something she understood (From how Wild explained it, nature talked in ways he could understand without needing to understand any form of speech. If Sage and him were alike as they said, and Aaliyah followed in Sage’s footsteps, they were something she was familiar with. Something that shaped and carved her out of a blank canvas and then continued to grow alongside her.), but when the grin remained as Aaliyah’s attention turned to Ceres, she realized something. Aaliyah had come to understand her too, all while giving Ceres the ability to learn about her. What made her tick, what had her brows furrow, what made her lips turn into that adorable little pout. All of it. Aaliyah laid it out for her to memorize, even if it ate at her to do so. 

Ceres realized Aaliyah had let herself love, if only to a certain degree. It was still something. And that something was all she needed to affirm that she wasn’t scary. She was scared and traumatized and tired. 

Ceres lept into Aaliyah’s lap at the reminder, pushing forward all the growing affection she had for the woman into a searing kiss. The Sheikah stumbled a bit at the sudden action, one hand raising as the other shot back to catch them both. Her lips remained frozen for a second before Aaliyah was raising her free hand to cup the brunette’s cheeks, letting a smile gently curve on her face. 

That was a good sign, right? 

Ceres returned the grin, giggling a big into the other’s growing smirk before using her body weight to pin the other beneath her. Their lips never separated, even as chuckles bubbled between them before fizzling out into a mix of teeth clicking against teeth and tongues swiping against each other in a fight for dominance. 

Ceres pulled back before a winner could be decided, a line of spit connecting her to the Sheikah beneath her. Said Sheikah panted for a second before licking her lips, snapping the line of spit. 

“What did I say about giving me ideas, Doll?”

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“Great Din’s tits-” Aaliyah couldn’t even stop the curse before it dropped out of her lips, hands squeezing the calf in her grasp in a pure, desperate attempt at holding control.  Ceres, her wonderful, gorgeous Ceres, was beneath her, cheeks red and flush as tears began pearling down the apples of them. How she wished to wipe them away, to kiss away any woe the other was facing, but she was a bit preoccupied.  

She was too occupied watching the other’s tits bounce up and down, over and over, keeping time with Aaliyah herself. Too busy watching how the blush on her cheeks did not stop at said cheeks but flowed down her body in a feverish haze. Too busy marking up once pristine skin in a reminder to any and all that she had her hands on Ceres first.  She was the one making the brunette cry out, hands clawing at Aaliyah’s own thigh in an attempt to hang on as her head fell back into the pillows beneath her. She was the one with Ceres' leg thrown over her shoulder, grinding against her pussy in a slick back and forth. Their clits would brush up against each other with every thrust forward, coating the other’s pussy lips in a nice sheen of their cum before Aaliyah was drawing back, repeating the process. Over and over again, the Sheikah picked up a rhythm, feeling that coil in her stomach tighten. There were so many things she wanted to do to this woman, just so little time. And it seemed somewhere along the line, Aaliyah had seemed to piss off a god somewhere somehow (probably Hylia with her daily cursings out of her name) and picked up a curse where they could never really have an entire evening to themselves. It seemed no matter what she had tried to throw Sage off her tail, for just a little while, he had made it a game to come back as soon as possible just to catch her in the act. He looked her in the eyes (late at night after their rendezvous with his shadows and the aforementioned female) and admitted, with that suave smirk and hands firmly on her hips, that he had found it so endearingly entertaining that she thought she could slip anything past him. That it was, in  fact, just a game to him. To let her wander, let her hands and eyes roam on places that weren’t his own body, only to reign her back in, tightening her leash. It amused him to no end. 

Goddess, she hated the smug ass smirk. Wanted to wipe it off his stupid face. 

Mentally, a timer was counting down in her head. A number of variables were running amuck as she took Ceres apart beneath her, thinking over every little thing that would either slow the man down or cut her time. Of course, there was a chance that none of it mattered because the man was inherently unpredictable in every way and no amount of planning could ever truly be used against him. 

So she was going to enjoy this time while she had it. 

“You look so good under me, doll.” Aaliyah purred, feeling the way Ceres bucked up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust. “Fuck me, you’re too good for me. Makes me wanna be all domestic and shit. Put the fattest rock on your finger. Call you my little wife.” 

Nails dug harsher into her thigh at the remark as a moan cried out, high and pretty, sung just perfectly for the Sheikah’s ears. “Oh you like that? Like the thought of being my little wife? Cooking and cleaning for me? Goddess be damned-”  Aaliyah hissed as her hips kept rocking forward, head falling as her pace picked up. “Gonna cum all over my pretty wife. Bet she’d like that, huh? Love for me to just cream all over her pussy?” 

Ceres’ head fell against the pillow beneath her, back arching up into her as she  came with a loud cry. Her thighs twitched and quivered as the nails moved from Aaliyah’s thighs to her back, painting thin red lines along her spine and against her scars. 

“That’s it, my beautiful girl, coming apart just for me-” Aaliyah groaned, turning from rapid thrusts to long, drawn out strokes that drew out the other’s orgasm. “Fuck, you make it so hard to not lose my ever loving mind-” 

“I know the feeling.” 

Goddesses and all their followers be damned. “Do you have the innate need to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Aaliyah snapped, lip raising in a snarl even if she remained focused on her task at hand. “You're like a dog with a bone.” 

Sage clicked his tongue from wherever he remained behind them. “Tch, tch. You still have that bratty attitude. What is it gonna take for you to smarten up?” The sharp claws of Rauru’s hand pricked right under her jaw as her head snapped up, Sage quickly moving into her space. “Especially when there’s company.” 

“Who’d you rope into your schemes this time?” She spat, hips slowing to little more than a leisurely roll. “The old man? Maybe the smith? He’d be a fun toy.” The hand tightened until she stopped her hips entirely, throwing her head back against the male’s shoulders. Ceres whimpered underneath her, overstimulation making her entire body jolt as Aaliyah halted. In a silent apology, the Sheikah gently ran a hand up and down the thigh still in her grasp. 

Her eyes strained to look behind her. A grin upturned her features as she rolled her head to look at Sage once more. 

“Isn’t this fun.” 

Twilight knew that was the second he bit off more than he could chew. It was when Sage, ever confident, easily moved. He moved the white-ette, Aaliyah if he remembered correctly, keeping her close with a hand around her throat before glancing back. 

“I did you a favor. She can get a bit mean when you try to take away her toys.” He huffed, moving the other female back enough that when he suddenly, and quite forcefully for that matter, pinned her right next to Ceres. The piercings in her nipples caught the light, and the brunette’s eyes, as she went down, her hands snapping up to catch herself even if her cheek was still smushed into the mattress. 

Twilight almost worried for the other, ears flinching at the harsh smack that rang out. It didn’t seem to even startle Ceres, who looked up at him. “Hi, Twilight. Come to join the party?”

“Look at you, darling.” He breathed out, quickly moving closer to the woman, who smiled up at him in nothing but pure bliss and post-coital haze. “Did she treat ya well?” 

“Oh, she always treats me so well.” Ceres giggled, head lolling to the side. Another smack rang out. Ceres nor Twilight paid it any mind this time. “Gonna let me treat you just as good, darling?” 

She giggled. “You always treat me so well, too, Twilight. You all do.” Her hands brought up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down to seal their lips in a searing kiss. “Now, be a good boy and do it again.”

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Sweat sheened off of bodies as the smell of sex permeated in the air. It was heavy and sweltering and holy shit was it almost overbearing. The sound of skin on skin echoed in repetitive claps, whines and whimpers leaking out. Aaliyah never raised from her place where Sage had pinned her, taking the abuse he hurled her way. Her ass stung and the pace he upkept was something brutal and harsh and had her rocking her throbbing clit against the edge of the bed over and over again. It wasn’t enough to get rid of that burn of understimulated edging that she had been left with since the boys had left her disgustingly hung and dry (Well, not quite dry). 

“Please-” She cried out, eyes darting to look over at Ceres. She was on her back, legs thrown over the cowboy’s shoulders as he kept a much smoother, softer rhythm. It kept the brunette singing her lovely song and making those delicious faces. 

Aaliyah turned her face back into the mattress, groaning into it heavily before raising her head and arching her back, pushing herself up. “Let me cum. Let me cum-” She huffed, groaning once more when Sage yanked her head back by her hair. The action was harsh and made her neck snap back in the direction he wanted. 

“So demanding. First you beg for my fingers, then for my cock, and now you want to cum?” He snipped into her ear. “Sounds a little selfish to me, snowdrop.” 

“Please-” Aaliyah gasped out, hips jutting against the mattress once more. It was an achingly soft brush against her clit, nothing to push her over the edge-- and she was sure Sage knew that. 

“You can say please all you want, my love, not gonna make me think about it any faster.” He smirked, sharp teeth snapping on her ear and pulling it back just a bit. She cried out at the action, eyes landing on Ceres. The woman was already watching her, one of her hands interlocked with Twilights while the other was laid on the bed beside her. The hand reached for the Sheikah, brushing against her cheek. The hold on her hair loosened and Ceres took the chance to pull her forward, making their foreheads rest together. 

The act was not entirely foreign, she and Sage had done it when emotions ran high after an adrenaline boosted round and they needed to remind the other that they were still there, still alive. But it was still terrifyingly intimate. 

It burned where their skin touched, but it was a nice burn. 

Ceres gasped out suddenly, making Aaliyah’s eyes shoot open only for her eyes to catch Twilight’s free hand rubbing harsh circles into the other’s clit. It made the other woman jolt and shudder, Aaliyah’s hands coming up to gently pin her shoulders. From behind her, Sage delivered another smack to her ass, probably watching it ripple before lowering himself. His chest laid on her back, arms coming to wrap around her midsection. 

Aaliyah swallowed at the action, raising her head (To avoid giving poor Ceres a concussion) and gently cupping Ceres’ free hand in her own. A breath was sucked in in preparation before she was throwing her head back onto his shoulder. Sage kissed her shoulder before biting into the soft flesh, hips suddenly rocking forward much faster. A cry burst out of her lips at the action, body all but curling in on itself as Ceres watched, Twilight picking up his own pace. 

Cries from the both of them rang out before Twilight was stilling, cock buried deep in Ceres, who cried and shook as her own back arched up into him. Like a chain reaction, Aaliyah fell apart at the sight, her own head falling forward as her thighs quivered and shook, Sage’s name falling from her lips as his hips stilled against hers. She remained still and obedient as he filled her full of cum, even as it slipped past his throbbing cock and dripped down her thighs. He unlatched from her shoulder, licking at the bite mark before pulling away from her back. “There’s my good girl. Done with your fit?” 

Aaliyah swallowed, but nodded. 

“Good. Now, on your back. You’re about to get a lot more friendly with our local cowboy.”

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Ceres feared for a second that Sage would go on hard on her as he did with Aaliyah, but she should’ve known better. The relationship between the two of them was something far more trusting than anything Sage had branched out to her just yet. Something that allowed that level of pure unfiltered trust between two individuals was something that wasn’t just earned, but had to be forged and built out of shattered pieces and broken parts. 

So she should’ve known that Sage would’ve handled her with nothing but care. His touches were far more delicate and far softer as he moved her onto her knees, kneeling behind her on the bed and gently steadying her when she swayed. He hushed her whines with gentle coos and softer whispers, both him and Ceres watching as Twilight and Aaliyah nervously navigated new territory. 

With Cal and Wild, she was familiar with them in the sense that Sage was them at one point, so she knew how to handle them.  But Twilight was a whole new ball game. They were entirely foreign to each other. The only bits they had to go off of was what was just witnessed now. 

Which was so little of such a bigger picture. Because while Twilight had seen her take it rough, he was a soft lover at heart. He never wanted to hurt his romantic partner, but it seemed that was what the Sheikah liked. It wasn’t something he was inherently comfortable with with a new partner, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. Similar in the sense that all Aaliyah had seen of the cowboy was that he was a giver. He never once failed to take into account Ceres’ pleasure and Aaliyah felt that if anyone touched her clit at the moment she’d explode, buzzing on pure hormones and adrenaline.  It wouldn’t feel good to her should he go about pleasing her in the same way he did with Ceres. 

Luckily for both of them, Sage had the uncanny ability to be in control, even from halfway across the room. 

He hummed gently, massaging Ceres’ hips as she melted into him. “She won’t break, ranch hand. You can move her. She’ll go. No more brat left in her to fight ya anymore.” 

Twilight’s eyes shot over to the blond, who nodded once in encouragement before he even dared to touch the Sheikah. She was bent over the bed, one leg thrown lazily onto the bed, but it seemed that was as far as her effort went. Her shoulders shuddered with every breath she took, an assortment of claw marks (Probably from Ceres’) flexing along her spine. Her hips were bruising already and her ass was a warm red, hot to the touch when Twilight ran a hand along one of the cheeks. He stepped closer, her entire form freezing at the action, gently moving his hands to run the course along her hips. 

“Ya’ alright with me handling ya, darling?” He gently whispered, waiting for her acknowledgement before doing anything. Her eyes watching him through her curtain of hair, yellow and blazing like a wild animal’s, before she nodded slowly. He nodded back, moving her hips to slot better against hers before picking her up by her thigh, moving it to rest on the bed as well. She groaned at the action, but did as instructed, even sitting up to lay against his chest in the same manner Ceres was with Sage. Her head lolled back against Twilight’s shoulder as a mindless babble left her lips. 

“There ya go. See, she’s tough around the edges, but she’s just a big softie underneath it all.”  Sage gently chided, knocking Ceres’ thighs apart just enough for him to slip between them, entering her with a low groan. Ceres’ whined at the action, hands flying back to lace into his hair. A low noise left his throat at the action, gently thrusting up into her. 

Twilight watched the action, eyes darting to the woman on his chest. Her own chest was heaving, breasts moving with every breath as her piercings gleamed. Without thinking about it, he reached up to toy with them, twisting them just the slightest. The Sheikah keened out a noise much more akin to quiet scream then anything as her back arched, knees spreading apart on the bedspread. 

“There ya go, sweetheart.” He hummed, lining himself up between her legs. The head of his cock prodded her entrance, a cooled dollop of the other’s cum making his spine shiver before he was pushing in. 

She tensed again for a second before relaxing, looking over to note his facial features. He watched her as well before she was burrowing into his neck. “Prove your worth my time, cowboy.” She suddenly hissed, making his cock jolt as his hips suddenly snapped forward. Across from them Ceres watched carefully, moving in time with Sage along with his every thrust.

They kept a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth, over and over again as Sage pressed small butterfly kisses along her neck and collarbone. “There ya go, good girl. You're always so good for us.” He praised gently, moving his hands to her hips, helping her keep time with him. “Always taking every one of us so well. You deserve a treat don’t you think?”

“Would love a treat,” She panted, head falling back as a croon left her mouth. “Gonna let me cum?” 

“Not yet,” Sage growled, rolling his hips up and into her. “Why don’t you help out with snow drop over there?”

“Help me with what?” Aaliyah huffed, a furrow of her brows wrinkling her forehead as her and Twilight picked up their own rhythm. “The mutt can listen well enough. Seems he likes a little bit of name calling though.” She smirked, something devious and almost a little cruel at the edges. “Like every common whore does.” 

Twilight gasped at the name, wrapping his arms around the Sheikah’s torso with one hand toying with one of her tit’s and it’s piercing with the other seemed to hold on for dear life. 

Ceres swallowed. Lucky bastard. Maybe she wanted to be called names too. 

Sage hummed from behind her, gently pushing her forward just a bit. When she fell onto Aaliyah’s chest, the other smirking down at her, she realized that no matter what position they were in, they still had wordless communication. That they were so rough with each other for the sole reason that sometimes they needed to be. Sometimes they just needed to duke out that power imbalance, lest it eat them alive. 

And now they had both her and Twilight at their mercy. 

What a delicious thought. 

“Seems someone else isn’t too against the thoughts, huh?” Sage purred, his own hands moving across her body. One hand echoed Twilight’s, playing with one of her tits while the other toyed with her clit. Overstimulation was already buzzing in her nerves before this was turning it into a steady inferno.  “You wanna be called a whore? Our little whore? Want us to treat you like nothing more than a toy for us to use?”  He teased, the circles he was drawing on her clit speeding up and growing smaller, more concentrated. 

Across from them, Aaliyah picked up a steady pace herself, one hand cupping over Twilight’s, helping him juggle the mound of flesh in his grasp as the other pulled at his hair. “Twilight, you dirty slut, you need to tell me these things. Bad dog.” She clicked her tongue. 

It was almost amusing how fast the tables had turned between them. 

“Shit- I’m gonna- Gonna cum-” Ceres panted, wrapping her arms into the curve of Aaliyah’s back. The white-ette let it happen, removing the hand from the one around her tit to Ceres’ cheek, cupping it with such sincerity that she was in no way prepared for when she pinched her chin in her grasp, tugging her up to lock their lips together. The kiss was a searing clash of teeth and tongues, something that had the brunette staggering for balance for a second as a pure rush of pleasure shot through her gut. It lit up her nerves and made her cry out into Aaliyah’s mouth as Sage continued pounding into her. That didn’t stop his mouth however. “Atta girl, cumming all over my cock. Bet you love giving all control over huh? Love letting your pretty little brain go empty? Nothing but a mindless sleeve for me to use once Aaliyah’s had her fill? Once Twilight’s all done with you?” 

“Goddess, yes-” Ceres cried out the moment Aaliyah gave her space, quivering on her chest as she unthread the hand in Twilight’s hair, moving it to his hips to help him maintain a good rhythm. Twilight looked close to tears as he burrowed into the junction of her shoulder and neck, hips rocking wildly against her. 

“You’re such a good little whore for me. Nothing but a brainless little boy for me to use, hm?” Aaliyah purred, catching Sage’s eye for a second. Something dangerous and unsaid flickered in the irises, warning her that while she held a bit of control over Twilight, she still answered to him in the end. She smirked his way, nodding once before turning back to Twilight. “Gonna cum in me like a teenager? Bust your load? Maybe cry just a little? I’d love to see your pathetic little tears, Twilight. Hear you cry as you cum-” 

Something akin to a yell broke free of his lips as his eyes shut tight, hips stilling against Aaliyah’s before giving a couple more harsh thrusts. The suddenness of it all made the white-ette crumple, a burst of clear slick leaking out around Twilight’s cock and down her thighs as she cried out, shuddering once more. “Shit- Fucking good boy-” She groaned out, nails pricking whatever they had grappled onto. 

Somewhere behind Ceres, she could feel Sage suddenly withdraw, pinning her against Aaliyah’s chest as he hurriedly tugged his shaft, cursing under his breath before streaks painted the brunette’s back, a little even reaching the white-ette’s cheek and making her wince in distaste. 

Twilight remained where he was, clinging to the Sheikah as he came down from his high, with Ceres on her chest while Sage watched over the panting trio. He grinned at his other half, who raised an eyebrow. 

“So much for saving a horse and riding a cowboy, huh?” 

He only laughed at the pillow thrown his way. 

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Constellations

The chain meets wild, but it’s not wild it’s sage Part 3: Electric boogaloo

A story about Ceres and Aaliyah meeting and slow burning together until they kiss. Written in collaboration with @neverchecking

Warnings: Sage

4.3 K WC (First)

Akkala wasn’t far. Well, Aaliyah wouldn’t say it was far. But Aaliyah would also say the distance from here to Rito was a leisurely stroll. So, who was she to be the best judge of distance? Or character for that matter. Rolling her eyes, she blatantly ignored the battle cries ringing out from behind her. Link, or Sage as he had been dubbed for convenience sake, had been nothing but a buzzing pile of nerves since last night, when they had hummed and hawed over a game plan. What to do with the new traveling partners, what route actually was the most efficient, and how to lose them in the depths should the need arise. It was needlessly paranoid thinking, but it kept him level enough he wouldn’t commit arson right off the bat, so she counted that as a win. 

“Should we-...Should we stop them?” A timid voice called behind her, making her loll her head to the side. Her eyes went from Ceres, then to Sage, who was yanking at Twilight’s hair from where he was perched on his shoulders while the cowboy tried throwing him off. It was almost comparable to bucking bronco really. She was almost impressed. She sucked in a breath then grinned. “No.”

Ceres took a deep breath, eyes never leaving the two…boys fighting. “What are they even going at it over?”

Aaliyah shrugged, “Something about the last egg for breakfast.” Ceres rolled her eyes, not knowing how to stop the fighting themself, so opting to sit back on the ground. She patted the spot next to her.

“May as well sit if we are gonna be wasting time.” Aaliyah looked down at them, then the spot next to them.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Aaliyah turned and made her way to them, sitting with her knees up and hands back as she watched the fight drag on.

“Who do you think is gonna win?”

Aaliyah laughed at that question, watching on as Sage was flipped off of Twilight’s shoulders onto his back. “My money is on them knocking each other out at the same time.”

Ceres snickered, “My money’s on Sage.” They extended their hand to Aaliyah, who shook it firmly.

“You got yourself a deal, Doll.” They watched and waited for a few minutes longer, Sage biting any bit of arm or leg or, hell, even stomach he could get at. Twilight pulling on Sage’s long hair in an effort to get him to stop gnawing at him. Twilight eventually was able to pull him up to eyelevel. Which then they both promptly head bashed each other. They both fell back in opposite directions, hitting the ground hard.

“I guess you win.” Ceres sighed.

“Do I?” Aaliyah smirked, one ear flopping in an act of sarcastic glee. There was no mirth in her eyes, simply attuned amusement. “Guess I get a prize, don’t I?” 

Ceres did not like that look in her eyes. It made their stomach feel funny. And what good was that? She swallowed. “...Anything in particular you want?”

Aaliyah’s cheeks dusted a musty rose color, something apparently foreign to the Sheikah as she seemed taken aback. “Well, shit- if you’re offering I got a few ideas.” She laughed, head tossed back in a laugh. Something in her voice tinged with an accent she was unfamiliar with. It was nice. Ceres flushed and Aaliyah laughed even harder. She was a bit of a cunt, but apparently Ceres was into that. “Young larrikins like you are so easy to tease.” 

“What did you just call me-”

“Down girl.” Aaliyah settled, shaking her head a bit. “Larrikin. It means you're young. Rowdy. But, ya have a good heart.” She looked at the boys, then shook her head. “We’re gonna get caught with our heads up our asses at this rate. I say we leave ‘em to fend for themselves.” 

“No!” 

“Worth a shot.” Aaliyah groaned, pulling out a tablet. She scrolled along the screen for a second before pulling out a yellow bulb like fruit. “Wanna see something fun?” Her grin turned devious and before Ceres could say anything, a shower of sparks lit up the area along with some yelps of pain. 

“Aaliyah!” Ceres scolded, starting to make their way to help Twilight before realizing they couldn’t. Both of the men jumped to their feet, yelping and leaping away from one another and the yellow bulb between them.

“Aaliayh!” Sage screeched out, holding onto his back as he staggered over to the girls. “You can’t just fuckin’ shock us like that!”

Aaliyah crossed her arms over her chest, “You two knuckleheads are the ones who knocked each other out!”

“And you are the one who just shocked us with a fucking volt fruit!”

“Whatever, you’re fine, crybaby.”

Sage looked as though smoke was coming out of his ears, but it was truly just his slightly fried ends sending the smoke into the air. Twilight finally snapped out of his shock long enough to follow Sage over. “That was kinda rude, doncha think?”

“You shut the hell up, Mutt. She can do as she fuckin’ pleases.” Sage hissed out, taking another step towards Twilight.

“Okay.” Ceres stepped between them before they could beat each other senseless. “This, has to stop. Now. Y’all are being ridiculous right now. If you need to hug and kiss to make up, do it now.” Ceres moved out from between them, motioning with their hands to do something. Both men grumbled before stepping towards each other and shaking hands, a bit too aggressively.

“How did you do that?” Aaliyah whispered, eyes wide watching the scene in front of her.

There was a moment of silence before the Sheikah quickly added. “That was hot. Maybe we should kiss and make out sometime-”

“Aaliyah!” Came the indignant, scandalized shout. “Not in front of the boys, they might get jealous-”

This made the woman perk-up, “Say the word and they are gone-” 

Sage turned around in exasperation. “I fight for your honor and this is the thanks I get?” 

Aaliyah blinked for a second before shrugging. “I mean I can suck your dic-” 

“OKAY-” Ceres quickly cut her off. “How far did you guys say Akkala was? Maybe one of the others already dropped there-”

Before Ceres could say anything more, the same sound from before warbled out. All eyes looked to the sky. There was another one of those damned portals, angry and red and glitching out around the edges. It was facing downwards towards them which could, really only mean good things. Ceres stepped to the closest person near them. Which happened to be the Sheikah- How was she always right next to her? The woman hummed, holding out an arm for Ceres to hook hers into. Well, she wasn’t gonna complain now that was for sure. 

“Think something fun is gonna come out this time?” Aaliyah mused, her free hand resting on the hilt of her sword. “Or are we getting another cowboy?” 

“Jokes on ya. There’s only one of me.” Twilight scoffed, his own weapon being drawn. 

Sage huffed, sending Twilight a warning glare. His mouth opened only for something to fall right on top of him. There was a series of groans at the action as the blond fell like a sack of bricks. Yet another blond on top of him. 

“I’m betting twenty rupees that guy’s name is also Link.” Aaliyah blurted. 

“I am not taking that bet, because I already know it is.” Ceres added, looking between Aaliyah and the pile of flailing arms and legs on the ground. “Welcome to paradise, Legend.”

“Excuse me?” Sage stood closer to Legend.

“Legend? What kind of stuck up pretentious name is that?” The Sheikah laughed, shaking her head. The legs finally fell to the ground, rising to their feet as they glared at each other.

“It’s my name, fucking thank you.” Legend hissed out, shooting a glare at the Sheikah.

Legend looked up at his face, close enough to feel the others heat radiating off of him. “Did I fucking stutter?”

Ceres sighed, rolling her eyes. “Can all of you knock it off for fuck’s sake?!”

Legend finally took note of his surroundings at Ceres’s voice, releasing Sage’s shirt from his fist and making his way to her. “Squirrel? You’re here too?”

“Squirrel-” Aaliyah snapped at Sage before he could finish that, grabbing his arm and pulled him away from the growing scene. He grumbled his whole way out of the clearing.

“I’m so glad you’re here! We all got separated in the portal.” Legend grabbed her hands in both of his.

“I’m here too. Things are a bit rough right now.” Twilight spoke up, coming up behind Legend.

“Did I fucking ask?”

“Look, just ‘cause ya got into a fight with Sage don’t mean you gotta be fightin’ me too.” Twilight put his hands in the air.

“You have been in a nonstop constant fight with other Sage since you showed up, Twi.” Ceres rolled her eyes, again.

“That ain’t mean he’s gotta be goin’ at it too.” Twilight turned and went a bit away so Legend and Ceres could speak.

Legend shook his head. If nothing else, the cowboy had enough emotional intelligence to know when to give someone space. Even if his regular I.Q. was fighting for its life. “I cannot explain how much a relief it is to see you.” He hummed, reached a hand to cup her jaw. She leaned into, forehead falling to rest on his. “You’re telling me.” 

He hummed softly, relishing in the feeling of her. The warmth she provided and the light she carried so naturally. “So…Who were the other two?”

Ceres blinked before her eyes snapped wide open. “Shit-” She paused before giving a heavy exhale. “This is their world they’re…probably fine. Those were Aaliyah and Sage…Well, her Sage. Not ours. Acts the same though.” She huffed. “Aaliyah seems okay though…Maybe a little more than okay. She’s been helpful…” Was the loosest term she could use. Who knew if the Sheikah could still hear her? That was not a risk she was willing to take. 

“They’re willing to help us-” 

“They helped enough. They brought you back to me-us. We don’t need their half-assed help any more.” Legend hissed with another shake of his head. “This Sage and whatever else fucking versions of him there are can go fuck right off.” 

“They’re trying to help us, Legend.” They tightened the grip she had on his hands. “I’ve been with them for three days now and everything has been perfectly fine. We wouldn’t have found you without their help.”

“They’re probably just making you comfortable before they take you out, Ceres.”

“Why would they want to take me out?! I haven’t done anything to them, they don’t even know who I am.”

Legend sighed, “Why don’t you trust me on this?”

“You really want to talk to me about trust?” They pulled their hands from his, letting them hang at her sides. “You really have a great track record with that.”

“Ceres-”

“No, these people were kind enough to take me in, feed me, help me. And you are saying all of these things when they can probably hear us. Do you know your way around Wild- Sage’s Hyrule?” When she didn’t get a response, she continued, “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Just accept the help.” She backed away from him, looking at the ground before making her way to join Twilight. Who was definitely pretending to not be listening.

He let out a low whistle once they got close enough. “Feeling okay?” 

Ceres groaned. “Yes. No. I don’t know. Maybe when we get moving I’ll cool down.” 

Twilight simply nodded, gently brushing back their bangs to press a kiss to their forehead. “It’s a stressful time right now, darling. We’re all on edge. Whether you wanna admit or not, those two probably aren’t helping things-”

“Not you too-”

“Not because they’re two halves of a whole twisted joke from Hylia. But because they’re new. And Legend doesn’t do well with new. Makes him kinda…bitchy.” Twilight cocked a grin. Ceres huffed again. Was that the word they were using now? 

Shaking her head she gently pressed a kiss to Twilight’s chin before moving along. Aaliyah had dragged Sage this way and she knew if they didn’t start moving they’d be caught in the dark. Legend was already struggling with these two and she didn’t wanna strain whatever possible relationship was there by making him trust them on nightly watch. 

True to her intuition, there was the Sheikah and Sage. He was sitting on the ground, holding her in his lap with his head on her chest. His ear was laid just under her collarbone, eyes closed as she ran careful fingers through his hair. Her own eyes were closed as she leaned her chin on his head. 

Her ears twitched in recognition of the footsteps nearing, reassuring Ceres that she wouldn’t get stabbed. Which was nice. She preferred their body in one piece. 

Yellow eyes peaked open as Aaliyah watched Ceres inch close before pressing a kiss to the blond locks. “I love you, but you gotta get up now.” 

Sage groaned, eyes scrunching before he stood, Sheikah still held securely in his arms. “There ‘m up. Less’go.”

Ceres smiled lightly at the sight before turning her back to them, letting them have the last bit of their moment. “I’m sorry for all of… that. I know it wasn’t pretty to listen to.”

Aaliyah shrugged them off, still holding onto Sage. She planted a small kiss to his forehead before pulling away from him with a groan of protest. “It certainly wasn’t. Are you alright?”

Ceres was taken aback by the sudden worry for their wellbeing. “I- uh-”

Aaliyah walked passed them before she could respond. “Since you are, lets get a move on. We need to hurry to make it before dark.” They nodded, following behind her and infront of Sage. Legend and Twilight stood together in the middle of the clearing.

“We all set ‘n ready to go?” Twilight attached himself to Ceres’s side before they could wander off with the Sheikah.

Aaliyah nodded, “After that little fiasco, it’s time to get going.” Sage made his way to Aaliyah’s side, settling into their rhythm of quiet or wordless communication. Legend fell into place behind the group, claiming he was ‘keeping watch of the weak spot’ but they all knew he was just paranoid.

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Eldin was next, with its spits of fire and lava, and the Gorons mining away. It was rhythmic and steady, something trained through years of hard work.  Aaliyah and Sage lead the way effortlessly, almost as if they had been born and raised in these looping roads. Minecarts rattled above them, dropping bits of coal with every harsh turn.  

“-We can drop them off at Rollin’ Inn and go check out the mines-” 

“-Are you kidding? And leave them with what? A packet of rocks and a stick and hope that keeps them entertained?” 

Sage shrugged, a dumb smirk plastered on his even dumber face. “There’s three of them there, surely they can find ways to entertain themselves either with each other or-” 

“And I’m cutting the train of thought off right there.” Aaliyah scoffs, pushing his face away with a barely concealed grin. He chuckled at the action before catching her hand and using it to pull her closer. “It’s like free babysitting!” 

“Uhm…” A small voice called out for a second, making both turn. Ceres was watching them intently, eyes darting between them. “What’s next?” 

They exchanged a silent look for a second, Sage shrugging while Aaliyah sighed. “Look, if one of your friends is gonna be here, they’re gonna be down in the old Rock Roast mines. But you guys don’t have the equipment to go down there and we don’t have the patience to get you all your own. So, you’re gonna stay back here while we go look-”

Bailey’s turn :D bitch boy

“But I don’t want to stay. I want to go searching with you two.” They let their shoulders slump forward. “They won’t know who you two are, I or one of us should go with.”

Sage shook his head, “No, they will know me. So that’s fine.”

Ceres practically stomped their foot, “Please? I won’t get in the way.” 

Aalyiah would have considered the act childish, if not a bit cute in a way, if she was not trying to put herself in explicit danger. “Ceres, we said no. That’s final.” She walked past her into the inn. Explaining that they needed rooms for the group.

Legend came up next to them, “I hate to admit that she’s right, but she’s right. We should stay here and work on a plan.”

“A plan for what, Legend?” Ceres shot back, not even giving him a glance in his direction. “Gonna kill them too?”

“Are you- Ceres.” Twilight grabbed Legend’s shoulder, as Ceres walked up to the desk to join Aaliyah. “Stay out of this, rancher.”

“Kinda hard to when ya got the attention of the whole inn.” He released the others shoulder, “We really have been alrigh’ even before ya got here, Vet. Things are alrigh’.”

Legend smacked his lips, “Something is off.”

“Ya always think somethin’ off.” He rolled his eyes. “But the only thing that’s off was the portal behavin’ all cattywampus.”

Legend gave him a look for the langue but nothing else, instead taking the room key from Aaliyahs hand before she could give it to him and heading down the hall.

“He’s a pleasant one.” She spoke up, shoving the other key into her pocket.

“We’ll be back before too long, before nightfall at the very least. The inn will provide you with cookware and a fire, but other than that you’re on your own.” The Sheikah shook her head, reaching for her tablet. In a flash an assortment of ingredients popped out, to which were handed to the rancher. “I’m sure you have some level of basic cooking skills? These will get you through the day before we return.” 

Aaliyah paused for a second, brows furrowing before she was scratching the back of her neck and replacing her tablet on her hip, instead digging into a satchel on her hip. She hesitated for a second before grabbing one of Ceres’ hands and holding it between her own. Her ears lowered and flickered for a second, piercings clinking together before Aaliyah was dropping smooth and thin into her hands. “I-...I know this whole situation has put you in a weird position. And I know that while you may not like it, you staying here is for your safety above all else. I know what's down there and how to handle it, but you do not.” Ceres opened her mouth to protest before Aaliyah shook her head. “Besides the point. This, right here, is a travel medallion. If you desperately need us, throw it to the ground and it’ll alert us that it has been placed. We- I’ll be there within seconds.” 

Ceres swallowed before Aaliyah was dropping her hands and turning to Sage, who had just finished handing over a handful of rupees. The Sheikah waved at the brunette, who clutched her closed fist to her chest, giving a shy and slow wave at the other’s retreating form. The disk felt cool to the touch in her hands. 

“Okay. I will.” Was all that they could get out as the couple walked towards the center of town. Twilight draped his arm over her shoulders.

“Lets go find the room, yeah?” She nodded, following with him down the hall. Legend had, conveniently, left the door open for them to find him. In the middle of the room was one oversized bed. It made sense with them being among the Gorons. She sat at the end of it, feet swinging awkwardly at the tension in the room.

“Look, I know we’re all stressed right now, but bein’ like this ain’t gonna fix nothin’.” Twilight waved his hands between the two of them.

“He’s on his shit, Twi. I’m not gonna deal with it right now. That’s a tomorrow problem.” Ceres leaned down to unlace her boots.

“Oh, so I’m a problem now?” Legend’s venomous words shot in her direction.

She sat back up, loose laces falling around boots. “When you show up and problems immediately start? Yeah! You’re causing problems!”

Twilight sighed, getting onto one knee and taking their boots into his hands. She looked down at him for a moment before turning their head back to Legend.

“I’m tired of this, Legend. We shouldn’t be arguing like this, not with everyone missing.”

“You’re the one starting fights!” He exploded, standing from his chair so fast that it fell to the ground behind him.

Ceres flinched backwards at the yelling and metal hitting the stone ground. Twilight rubbed her knee lightly before pulling the boot off and putting it next to him.

“Legend, lower your voice. Ya know better than that.” Twilight barely looked up to the shorter man before starting on the other boot.

“You know that this fighting isn’t necessary.” He said in a quieter, but none the less aggressive tone.

“Actually I think it’s well warnented. We never resolved all of that.”

Legend flinched back for a second before rubbing his hands along the bridge of his nose and scrubbing his face up and down. “Look, Ceres, you have to understand. I did it to protect you. Everything I ever do is for you.” His hands flew out in a wild gesture. “I would never purposefully do anything to upset you-”

“But it did. And you knew it would.” They shot back. Somewhere in the back of their mind, the reminder of the medallion rang out. She shook her head. “...What is it against them that you have issues with? They haven’t done anything to you.” 

Legend’s face turned pleading. “What have they done for you for you to be so on their side? You’ve seen how Sage acts. You’ve seen what he’s capable of-” 

“This isn’t him!” Ceres snapped suddenly. Suddenly enough even Twilight stopped from his place knelt before her. Her hands fiddled in front of her, toying with the silvery blue gift. Yes, they shared the same voice and face and ideologies. But they weren’t the same. Ceres knew this almost intimately so. There was one glaring difference with this Sage and her own. “He’s not…like our Sage. He has something he’s fighting for. Something he’s put his faith in and it hasn’t immediately been spat on. He has…He has his person.”  Like Sun was to Sky, or Ravio to Legend, this Sage had found his counterpart- no, his soulmate and was someone entirely different yet intimately familiar all the same. 

Silence fell around them for a second before Ceres continued. 

“You should see the way she looks at her. Like she’s the stars, sun and moon all in one. Like the goddesses themselves put her here just for him and he’s going to make sure there’s not a second that goes by where he doesn’t think that. The way he holds her is just so-...It’s not like our Sage at all.” Ceres huffed at last, a pout on their lips. “Like how you or Twilight or Hyrule hold me at night, or the way Wild watches me like I’ll disappear. Or how Wars and Sky treat me like glass because to them, I’m irreplaceable-”

“You are.” Legend choked out.

“But that’s just it. This Sage won’t do anything because we’re just as dangerous to him as he is to us. Only in a completely different way. He doesn’t care what happens to himself, as long as she remains safe. And we pose a threat to her the entire time we’re here.” Ceres patted the spot next to her as Twilight took the other side. Legend slowly crept over to it, leaning his shoulder on her once he was close enough. She hummed, running a hand along his thigh. “They mean you no harm as long as you bring none. This Sage’s priorities are different. Give him a bit of slack, yeah?” 

Legend didn’t say anything, instead reaching up to squeeze her hand. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Legend.”

The cold medal medallion grew warmer in her hand as she turned it over.

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“We should just ditch them.” Sage put his hands behind his head as they walked into the mine.

Aaliyah hit the back of his head, “We are not doing that.” He groaned.

“But why?! They have not one, but two Links to help her now. Why can’t we just go home?!

Aaliyah shot him a look as she lit her torch. “Would you just leave me to fend for myself?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” He stopped in his tracks and watched her walk ahead a few more before turning to face him. “You know I wouldn’t do that to you, snowdrop.”

“Then keep walking.” She went back tracing the walls with her free hand as they made their way deeper into the cave.

“Do you really think someone is down here?”

“Only one way to find out.” She grumbled as they entered a larger room. “Hello?” She asked out in a quiet tone.

“HELLO?! ANYONE HERE?!” Sage cupped his hands over his mouth as he shouted.

Aaliyah hit him again, “Be quiet, idiot! You may cause a cave in!”

“You weren’t saying that last time we were here and you were throwing bombs around like candy.”

“And you weren’t letting up with your loud ass last time either.”

“As I remeber it, you were the one screaming my name.”

“Enough.” She hissed out, turning the torch to the middle of the room.

Just as he went to retort, their ears flickered at the sounds of steps behind them. 

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