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heroesrest64 · 1 month ago

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Character Sheets

(more to be added later)

Sky

The local carpenter, a sleepy young man who completes his jobs… eventually. You can often find him napping just about anywhere, even on his feet! A romantic at heart, you won’t regret getting to know this loveable young man.

Birthday: Spring 10

Family: None

Weapons: Broadswords, Whips, Claws

Style: Combo Connoisseur (Often starts combo chains while fighting)

Favorite Items: Wood, Pumpkin Soup (“Reminds me of home”), Feathers

Least Favorite Items: Poultry (“Why would you think I would like this?”), weeds, Spicy food

Four

The local blacksmith who always seems to be everywhere at once. He has a special penchant for weapons, and is happy to assist you in making whatever you need.

Birthday: Fall 21

Family: Smith (Grandpa)

Weapons: Broadswords, Magic Wands, War Hammers and Bow and Arrows

Style: Well-Rounded (Performs well no matter where you put him in the lineup)

Favorite Items: Metal Ores, Magic Stones, Four Leafed Clovers (“They’re good luck!), Coffee

Least Favorite Items: ocean forageables, trash, deserts (“Too sweet for my taste.”)

Time

this man runs the other farm in town alongside Twilight, mostly focused on cultivating crops and the like. He’s experienced (Read: Old) so if you need any tips or tricks, he’s the guy that you want to talk to.

Birthday: Summer 4

Family: None

Weapons: Longswords, Claws, War Hammers

Style: Heavy Hitter (He’s a bit slower but his attacks hit that much harder)

Favorite Items: Any Vegetable, Lon Lon Milk (“Better than any alcohol”), Elderflower

Least Favorite Items: Bitter recipes, soggy newspaper (“What am I supposed to do with this?”) moon dust (“…”)

Wind

An aspiring fisherman who makes deliveries from Lurelin Village and who can even ferry you down there. He’s a very nice young man, inquisitive, and always ready to lend a helping hand.

Birthday: Summer 19

Family: Aryll (Sister), ‘Granny’ (Grandma)

Weapons: Longswords, War Hammers, Clubs

Style: Sleight (Because of his smaller size, he can sneak attack enemies easier, and can even nick some of their items if he’s lucky)

Favorite Items: Elixir Soup (“You could never make it like my Grandma, but this is pretty close.”), Ocean Forageables, Fish

Least Favorite Items: Spicy foods, vegetables (“What’s a sailors least favorite vegetable? Leeks!”), egg shells (“Are you trying to curse me?”)

NON ROMANCEABLE

Legend

The curator of the local museum. He claims all of his attractions were stolen by a man in a bunny hood. A little standoffish at first, but knowledgeable beyond his years.

Birthday: Spring 25

Family: Fable (Sister)

Weapons: All Weapons

Style: Veteran (Capable of wielding all weapons with high dexterity)

Favorite Items: Hibiscus(“Reminds me of somebody… Thank you.”), artifacts, apples

Least Favorite Items: rabbits foot (“Where did you get this? It’s disgusting.”), Mermaid Scale, Goddess Statue Figurine (“I swear it’s like she’s looking at me…”)

Hyrule

The town's healer. He’s a little sassy at times, but is always very helpful and never gives up. Unfortunately, his cooking leaves a lot to be desired…

Birthday: Fall 8

Family: None

Weapons: Broadsword, boomerang, magic wands

Style: Magic and Mayhem (Has innate magical abilities that don’t need a conduit to activate.)

Favorite Items: deserts, herbs, Honey (“I’d say it’s for tea, but I might just eat it like this…”)

Least Favorite Items: Fairy Wings (“That’s sickening.”), bitter foods, Trash

Twilight

Runs the other farm in town alongside Time, focused on raising the animals there. He’s strong and fiercely loyal to his loved ones. He’s best friends with the town chef, so you can often find him hanging around the local tavern.

Birthday: Winter 7

Family: None

Weapons: Broadsword, Ball and Chain, Claws

Style: Wolf Hunter (Attacks animal-adjacent monsters with more ferocity)

Favorite Items: Pumpkin Soup, Goat-related products, Onyx (“I hear these can make openings to dark worlds. Probably just superstition, but it’s a fun thought.”)

Least Favorite Items: Bitter foods, Perfumes (“The smell is too strong.”), Wolfsbane

Warriors

The village's main protector, previously a knight of Hyrule who retired after the Great War. He’s known to be a bit of a womanizer, but he isn’t known to go out with people since coming to Hateno. What could be the source of these unfounded rumors?

Birthday: Winter 26

Family: Linkle (Sister[?])

Weapons: All Weapons

Style: Leader (Often at the front of the party, dealing decisive blows and commanding the rest of the party)

Favorite Items: Spicy foods, Armor Polish (“So shiny I can see myself!”), Any armor/ weapon (“I can add this to my collection.”)

Least Favorite Items: Trash, monster guts, Crystal Ball (“You had this? …You weren’t watching people through it, right?”)

Wild

An amnesiac man who somehow made his way to Hateno and decided to open a tavern. Despite his memory loss, he’s a natural in the kitchen, and even the stranger sounding recipes turn out excellent.

Birthday: unknown, presumed Fall 13

Family: None

Weapons: Broadswords, Bow and Arrows, Spears

Style: Wild (Often unpredictable in his attacks, either unleashing impossible combos or falling flat on his face)

Favorite Items: Edible forageables, Silent Princess (“It’s familiar, somehow”), Hearty Soup

Least Favorite Items: Wolf Pelt (“That's not funny.”) [Cant think of anything else rn]

Universal Loves: Goddess Plume, Master Sword, Hylian Shield

Exceptions

Legend- Goddess Plume (“More burdens to bear.”)

Universal Hates: Hyrule’s Cooking, Failed Dishes

Exceptions

Wild- Hyrule’s cooking/ Failed Dishes (“It’s okay to fail, as long as you don’t give up.”)

Legend- Hyrule’s Cooking (“Hyrule made this?… Do you think he’d be mad if I displayed it under ‘worlds most deadliest poison’?”)

#linked universe x reader #lu #farming for heroes #project

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kikiiswashere · 11 months ago

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Terms of an Agreement - Chapter 3

Summary: Silco and Vander are happy. For the most part. In order to keep their dream of Zaun moving forward, they each have jobs that makes the other uncomfortable. And discomfort for Silco comes out in anger. Luckily, Vander is there to remind him that he has nothing to worry about.

Pairing: Established Silco/Vander, pre-betrayal

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: Silco reminds Vander to whom he belongs.

Word Count: 3.3k

Previous Chapter

CW: Somnaphilia, Dom/Sub vibes (bad etiquette), Possessive behavior, Mild blood play, Hand jobs, Anal finger, Anal sex

Notes: A request from my bestie @sand-sea-and-fable! I posted this story in the new year, but never finished it. I wanted to re-work it (and finish it) for pride month. So, here is the first chapter of what will be a three-chapter novella. Happy Pride!

The rest of the evening was quiet. Vander and Silco, dressed in only their undershorts, cuddled on the couch under a worn blanket. Silco recounted his mission and Vander listened, one hand gently running up and down his partner’s upper arm. He winced only a little when Silco told him about his daring escape from Enforcers.

They talked into the wee hours of the morning about ideas of how best to optimize the treasure that Silco had brought home. The suggestions ranged from pragmatic and realistic to outlandish and goofily delusional. Nothing was actually decided, both too tired and gooey from their shower activities.

Eventually, Silco’s head lolled heavily onto Vander’s thick shoulder, eyelids fluttering as sleep threatened to overtake him. The Hound chuckled, adjusted his arms around his partner, and stood up.

“I’m not a child,” Silco mumbled against Vander’s neck.

“Ya wanna walk t’bed?”

There was a pause. Silco tightened his hold around Vander, and whispered, “No.”

“Thought so.”

Once in their bedroom, Vander gently deposited Silco onto the mattress. The springs within squeaked lightly at his body weight, and then loudly groaned when Vander rounded the bed and took up his spot. He drew up the covers around them as Silco wiggled his backside against him, a silent instruction. His heart swelled, and he was quick to comply: nestling his front against Silco’s back and wrapping strong arms around him.

Silco sighed as if in relief and went limp in Vander’s hold.

“I’m glad yer back, Sil,” he murmured into the crown of sable hair.

Silco hummed, a sleepy smile curling his lips.

“I love you, Vander.”

“Love you, too, pet.”

Silco dreamed of Vander.

It had only ever been Vander for him. No one else had ever come close.

He dreamed of Vander’s big hands holding him; of the plushness of his lips; of the satisfying scratch of his stubble against Silco’s skin; the warmth and breadth of his muscled body . . .

Silco’s eyes cracked open. The room was still dark and the air was thick with quiet. The muffled ruckus of the tavern above had gone silent, suggesting that Benzo had closed up for the night and gone home.

Slowly, he extricated himself from Vander’s arms. The Hound grunted sleepily and promptly rolled over to his other side, the movement seemingly threatening to collapse the whole bed. Snickering, Silco slipped out from the covers. He gently palmed at his half-hard dick as he shuffled to the bathroom.

He did not turn on the lights. He knew the space well enough, and his eyes were quick to adjust to the dark; something he attributed to his years of laboring in mine shafts. Bracing a hand against the wall above the toilet, Silco hinged slightly at his hips and relaxed his bladder.

As he relieved himself, his eyes slid over to the tub. A satisfied smile curling his lips as his mind replayed the scenes from earlier in the night.

Vander’s lips on his. Vander’s mouth around his dick. His fingers up his ass. Vander’s thick monster of a cock taking him from behind . . .

Silco bit back a groan as the last drops of urine struggled to release as he grew rigid. His head sagged and breaths came in sharp pulls as arousal pooled hot and low behind his navel. He ran a loose hand up and down his length, sussing out the situation. His body lurched in response, head snapping up as his back bowed; sweet, sweet licks of pleasure shooting up his spine. A gasp burst from him, surprised and overwhelmed by how keyed up he was.

He could handle himself right here, right now. Or . . .

Or.

A smile, sharp with sin, hooked Silco’s mouth. Or he could return the favor. Remind Vander to whom he belonged. Just as Vander had showed him how much he adored Silco earlier.

He stood, tucking his erection against his belly with the waistband of his undershorts, and pulled the toilet chain. Silently, he padded back to their bedroom.

Vander’s back was still to him when he returned, his massive flank rising and falling in a slow, steady beat. Silco sneaked back up onto the bed, careful to keep the mattress from dipping or moaning too much. He slid up to Vander and peered over his shoulder. His partner’s face was slack with peaceful sleep. He was beautiful. Silco eyed the soft lines beginning to splinter at the corners of his eyes and those that bracketed his mouth. Signs of Vander’s kind and jovial disposition etching their way slowly into his face.

It suited him, Silco thought. He knew he was developing his own deep crease between his eyebrows. More a mark of his ire than friendliness.

Silco’s fingers gently raked through Vander’s hair. The Hound twitched slightly, a grumble at the back of his throat. Silco smirked, and he leaned forward, barely pressing his lips over Vander’s temple and hairline. The rest of his body slid snuggly against his partner’s backside. He bit back a groan when his groin pressed against Vander’s ample ass. His lips ghosted along the shell of Vander’s ear, mouth parting so that his teeth grazed it. Silco gently rocked his hips at the same time, and another sleepy sound came from the other man. This one more of a heady whine. It sent a zip of pleasure and power up his spine.

One of Silco’s hands threaded underneath Vander’s large bicep and began petting sweetly at his chest and stomach. Fingers spanned the width of one, large pectoral; his thumb purposefully dragging across his nipple before skating down the ripples of his muscular abdomen. His fingers traced the scraggly line of hair that started under Vander’s navel and disappeared under his shorts. While his hands and fingers explored, teased, he nestled the blade of his nose behind Vander’s ear and breathed him in.

Beer yeast, sweat, and smoke.

The scent of home.

His home.

His.

Silco’s hips pressed against Vander’s backside again, his bound erection wedging between the split of his cheeks. A low sigh escaped his mouth, ruffling Vander’s hair like a soft breeze. A sleepy grumble crackled in the Hound’s throat, his massive body shifting.

Silco grinned and dared to slip his fingers underneath the waistband of the flimsy shorts. He pet along his hip crease, feeling Vander’s muscles twitch and flex excitedly. Another sleep-heavy groan rumbled from Vander, and Silco’s heart and navel lifted when his hips pressed forward. Hands becoming greedy with desire, slipped lower and cradled Vander’s heavy, sensitive testicles.

Finally, the Hound jolted and choked on a needy moan. Silco massaged the pliable sac, testes sliding and lifting in his hand.

“Sil,” Vander sighed, equal parts sleepy and intrigued.

Silco lowered his mouth to Vander’s neck and bit.

Beneath him, the Hound spasmed, back bowing and hips pressing into his hold. Silco’s hand traveled up and held onto the root of Vander’s half-hard member. His teeth dug deeper as he swept up his partner’s length.

Vander started again, gasping. The surprised sound slid into a relieved sigh as Silco pumped him again and again.

“Didn’ get enough before?”

Silco licked the deep bite mark on his neck. He pumped again, pressing his thumb pad firmly against Vander’s slit. The large man made a surprisingly delicate and trembling sound, and Silco ground his hips against his backside again.

“I was just thinking,” Silco hummed, voice like silk, “I enjoyed your reminder so much that I’d give you one as well.”

His hand slid back down to Vander’s root and pumped back up in a vicious tight, twisting motion. A small, cracked cry bleated from him. Silco did it again, Vander gasping and moving his hips with the motion.

Vander’s breathing became shallow and labored, his mind equal parts confused, aroused, and focused on the hand pleasuring him. He barely noticed the sensation of his shorts being guided down to his knees. At the end of the next stroke, Silco’s hand tightened around his glans and gave a few short, vigorous pumps. Vander cried out, cursing.

“You are the one usually in charge during your . . . dalliances, aren’t you?”

An affirmative-tinged howl came from the Hound.

“How exhausting,” Silco cooed. He bit Vander’s thick trapezius muscle, the skin breaking slightly. Vander spasmed. A ‘please’ hidden between his labored breathing. Silco’s free hand caressed up one of Vander’s muscular glutes. “To be in charge of a business, a revolution, and then in the bedroom. Poor puppy.”

An intoxicated groan escaped Vander’s mouth at the pet name, at the tight fist pumping him.

Then there was a finger grazing between his glutes. It pressed lightly against the tight ring of his anus.

“Oh, Gods – “

“Shhh shhh,” Silco hushed into his ear. “It’s okay. I’m in charge now, yes?”

The tip of Silco’s finger traced the rim of Vander before gently pressing in. The Hound drew in a great breath and nodded his head.

“You’re mine, yes?”

Another knuckle. Another nod. Silco’s hand began to slow its rhythm around Vander’s cock, earning a small whine.

“I am the only one who gets you like this. I hold the Hound of the Underground’s leash.”

Vander whimpered and nodded.

“Speak, puppy.”

Unceremoniously, Silco drove the rest of his finger in, and Vander yelped.

“Yes!”

“You like when I take you like this? When I remind you to whom you belong?”

His finger undulated, drew in and out. Vander couldn’t seem to decide if he should press back into the digit or into the hand still working him.

“Yes!” He gulped a breath and hastily added, “’M yours, Sil.”

Silco’s cock pulsed at his words. He could feel that the waistband of his shorts was becoming damp with how much he was leaking.

His.

He added a second finger and Vander cried out. He was hopelessly flummoxed and insanely turned on. One moment he’d been sleeping; now Silco was fingering him and whispering filthy things into the dark of their bedroom.

And Silco was right. Vander did relish these moments when his partner would take charge, would dominate him.

Everywhere else, people deferred to Vander. His size, fighting prowess, and leadership skills caused everyone to readily drop their responsibilities. Assumed that he could and would handle any situation, bedroom or no. And they weren’t wrong. Vander was capable and adaptable.

Only Silco had ever dared challenge him. A true peer in the sheets and in the streets. His stature did little to dissuade Silco from manhandling him, as if the smaller man was furiously desperate to wield and show his own power. And, to Vander, it was the hottest thing ever. He melted under Silco’s attentions and demands, relieved to be the one who was being taken care of.

Suddenly, both of Silco’s hands were gone. Before Vander could question or protest, a sharp command came.

“Take your shorts off. Roll over.”

Vander hopped-to and quickly stripped his undershorts the rest of the way down. His hands were shaking in excitement, heart pounding in his chest like a drum. Behind him, he heard the rattle of Silco’s nightstand drawer opening and closing. His teeth chattered in anticipation. He rolled onto his back, rigid dick slapping against his belly with the movement.

Silco loomed back in through the dark, coming to kneel between Vander’s spread legs. He’d removed his undershorts as well – long, curved cock bobbing proudly forward. Vander’s mouth watered at the sight. In his right hand, Silco held a small, glass bottle of oil.

“Eyes on me.”

Vander’s gaze dutifully snapped up to Silco. His eyes were impossibly bright in the dark. Hungry and dangerous. Vander’s skin prickled; precum dripped onto his belly.

“Tilt your hips up, puppy.”

Vander obeyed, presenting himself. His silver eyes wide and pleading.

Silco held his gaze as he doused his left hand in oil, and then tugged at himself a few times. The bottle was tossed in to the dark, and those beautiful, elegant, slick fingers descended upon Vander’s puckering hole. The same two fingers reentered him, and he moaned in relief. His head fell back, only to snap back up when Silco pinched his ass with his other hand.

“Eyes on me.”

Vander swallowed and nodded, muttering an apology.

While some people felt more powerful binding their partners, covering their faces, or taking them from behind, it wasn’t so for Silco. He experienced that swell of power when Vander went submissive merely under his words. When he could watch the erotic agony he was providing twist and contort that beautiful face.

A third finger joined, and Vander whimpered. His fingers began a treacherous pattern against Vander’s prostate: slide, press, circle, slide, repeat. Vander’s hips bucked and his cock twitched. Heat flushed his face, its muscles pulling and pinching as if short-circuiting under pleasure.

Silco withdrew his fingers, and Vander felt horrifically empty.

“P-please – “

“Hush now, Love. Legs up.”

Silco had already been lifting Vander’s sweat-sheened limbs, but at his command, Vander hurriedly hauled them up onto his partner’s sinewy shoulders.

When the head of Silco’s cock pushed against him, the Hound bit back an excited cry. Like an asp, Silco’s right hand shot out and gripped his jaw.

“Eyes on me and no holding back. I want to see and hear everything. Do we understand each other?”

Vander nodded between the pinch of Silco’s fingers, and the hand fell away. Again, his attention went to splitting the man beneath him. Vander openly moaned as more and more of Silco’s length was pulled into his body.

Silco kept his breath even and face schooled, but inside he was on fire. Flames of pleasure licked their way up his spine, his balls lifted in utter delight. He didn’t know what was better: the feeling of Vander’s body around him or the sight of the Hound a begging, wet mess beneath him.

Only him.

Hands wrapping around Vander’s thighs, Silco drew back, until only the tip of him was inside, and slammed back home. Vander cried out; his massive body jostling with the force. Silco repeated the motion again. And again.

It was a sight. The mountainous barkeep being dominated by a man less than half his size. Vander’s toes clenched and flexed, his hands twisted in the bed sheets, his abdomen flexed, his chest heaved. The pressure on his prostate was incredible. Overwhelming. Rattling him loose from the inside out. Silco’s cock a beautifully punishing instrument. Above him, his partner grunted into each thrust, teeth bared; little flicks of spittle landing on Vander’s chest.

He was teetering on the edge of release, not quite able to tumble. Tears pricked his eyes. Both in the effort of keeping them on Silco, and in over-stimulated frustration.

“S-Si-Sil. I – I need – “

In a flash, Silco’s hand was clamped around Vander’s impossibly rigid cock. The Hound cried out, a sound that began relieved, and then fell into shock when his fist tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough that the pressure of Vander’s impending orgasm sky-rocketed. He wailed.

“I got you,” Silco grit through feral thrusts and the lewd sounds of skin slapping. “No one else knows what you need, do they? I’m going. To. Make. You. Feel. So. Good.”

Each word was punctuated by a sharp thrust that left Vander panting. Squirming. Frantic.

Silco was right. No one else could make him feel like this: like a lover meant to be wrung completely dry.

His teeth began to chatter, a chant of ‘yes’ behind them. His thick thighs quaked around Silco’s head.

“Si – I’m gonna – “

Silco’s fist went down to his thumb and forefinger, creating a tight loop around the base of Vander’s erection.

“Cum, puppy.”

Vander couldn’t stop the way his head snapped back as he came. A howl tore from his mouth as intense, full-body pleasure wracked him and wrung him. All the while, Silco kept his demanding pace, milking his partner’s p-spot and the pleasure it offered completely dry.

The moment Silco felt Vander’s body begin to slacken, the hold he had on his shaft loosened and he pumped him once, twice –

Vander’s body erupted in a second, powerful orgasm. His cock pulsed mightily, a streak of ejaculate firing up like a missile. More thick jets landed on his belly and chest. The wail that had been on his tongue earlier morphed in a crackling shriek so profound that the edges of it lifted into silence.

Silco’s own pace slowed as he watched enrapt and enthralled by how completely the man beneath him fell apart. As Vander’s second orgasm ebbed and he began to melt, Silco pulled out of him and vigorously worked himself into his own climax. He buckled at his waist, ropes of cum bursting from him and landing on Vander. Their releases mixed together, swirling into small, gleaming pools. Vander didn’t seem to notice, or care. His lungs swung violently and his legs fell from Silco’s shoulders in boneless puddles.

Silco’s own orgasm, while good, did not ruin him so entirely. Which was the point. He smirked wickedly down at the spent man, utterly proud and vindicated.

He swooped down, licked up some of their combined semen, and then slid up Vander’s massive body. He pressed his lips against Vander’s slack mouth. The Hound slowly, sloppily kissed him back, gratefully accepting the tart cocktail from Silco’s tongue.

“You’re alright?” Silco asked, pulling back. A hand pet down Vander’s chiseled jaw.

He attempted words, and they failed him. He nodded dumbly, serenely. Silco smirked again, kissed him, and carefully rolled over to his nightstand. He turned back, a rag in hand and cleaned Vander off with a gentleness that belied his previous dominant behavior. As he did so, Vander’s eyes followed his movements. They watched the serious and beloved expression on Silco’s face as he wiped down his stomach, dick, and legs; as he took the time to check and clean his rectum. The thought, intimacy, and protectiveness of it squeezed Vander’s heart.

Silco tossed the used rag in the direction of their hamper, and he nestled back into his spot on the bed. He lifted an arm and Vander, at once, rested his head on his shoulder. Silco’s strong, slender arm wrapped around his broad, built muscles protectively.

Vander nuzzled against Silco’s chest; Silco rested his cheek against Vander’s crown.

Comfortable, deep silence filled the room.

“Sil?”

“Hmm?”

“’M yours.”

Silco’s arms wound tighter.

“You are mine.”

Notes: Aaaaaaand scene 🤌Thank you so much for reading this little, smut-filled diddy! Please reblog and let me know what you think by leaving a comment! Comments are us authors' life blood ❤️

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