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avvail-whumps · 1 year ago

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‘guns for hire’ — heated #31

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content warnings: conditioned whumpee, injury recovery, more manipulation, dub-con kissing (again it's technically consensual), stockholm syndrome

Leo ended up waking up when it was dark outside. He could tell since the room had darkened inexplicably, and the window still hadn’t been covered by the blinds, displaying the stars twinkling in the sky. He shifted, his eyes weepy and his mind foggy, sinking back into the comfort of the warm covers.

He let his memories slowly come back to him. Piece by piece, reminding himself that the mercenaries were gone, and that there was no need for him to get hurt anymore. The painkiller had done its job in blocking out any of the numbing pain, leaving him pleasantly at ease with his current condition. Even though his fingers were of no use and he was wrapped in far too many bandages and plasters to count, he was at least getting better.

That was what mattered.

Roy came in about fifteen minutes later.

He’d told him he could use the television, but the irony erupted like a cruel heckle when he realised that wasn’t exactly possible. Not while his fingers were in the state that they were. He instead stared at the black screen with an empty head, not exactly sure what to make of the mind numbing situation anymore. Seeing Roy seemed to make him feel a little better. He couldn’t do anything by himself, but at least the mercenary was there to help him when he needed something as simple as a drink.

He’d brought a glass of water, another white painkiller, and a juicy looking red apple. It was split into uneven little slices, but Leo eyed it eagerly, unable to stop the little smile on his face.

“I could hear you snoring away from downstairs,” he mused in a teasing lilt, setting the stuff down on the windowsill with a small smirk on his lips. “Comfortable?”

Leo nodded his head. He must have been, since his blond hair was still dishelved, sticking up in various places, and small red creases had imprinted on his skin from being stuck to the pillow like glue.

“Good,” the man sighed, motioning towards the painkiller in his hand. “Open your mouth.”

He did, and didn’t wince away when the little white pill was placed on his tongue. He held it there while Roy picked up the glass, and eased the liquid down his throat to help him swallow it. Leo gulped down a few extra mouthfuls, finding himself easily parched after waking up. He glanced up at the man once he was finished, watching his every move. Roy didn’t seem to care.

“I didn’t mean to sleep for so long,” Leo perked up, uneasily gazing at the dark sky outside. “I can go back to my room if you want to sleep.”

The man almost looked amused by his considerate words, a little chuckle escaping his lips. “A lack of sleep doesn’t bother me, lion. Besides, you were sleeping like the dead. I didn’t want to wake you.”

Against his better judgement, Leo found himself blushing. He wished his fingers weren’t broken, otherwise he could mindlessly fiddle with the edges of the blanket to distract himself. He tried to swallow down those words as anything other than the man being courteous because of his extensive injuries, but he just couldn’t. There were those last little thoughts that were telling him that whatever this was, wasn’t real. That he needed to snap out of it, go back to his father, try and remind himself that Michael said people were looking for him.

His thoughts were broken when he felt the bed dip beside him, and he met Roy’s eyes. Those concerns seemed to suddenly melt away, like they’d never existed before. As long as he was here, then he didn’t have to worry so much.

“Where did you go?” The mercenary hummed, tilting his head slightly. “You were lost for a minute, lion.”

He tensed up, teeth instantly gnawing on the inside of his cheek. He knew better than to keep things from him, or god forbid lie to his face, since he felt like Roy could read him like an open book. His stomach churned at the thought of getting into trouble, and he was fighting a losing battle with his rationality very quickly. He tore his eyes away, begrudingly opening his mouth.

“I was thinking about…” His tongue suddenly felt very heavy. “...thinking about home. My father.”

He didn’t want to look at the expression on Roy’s face. If he was angry, then he was just about willing to get down on his knees and grovel, because he couldn’t bear a second longer in that sordid basement by himself, trapped within those horrible plain walls. Leo could feel his intense stare on the side of his face, making his jaw tighten instinctively.

“You mean the home that your father forced you out of?” He spoke, his voice softer than he’d been expecting. Leo’s eyes flickered wide open, leveling his gaze with his. The words made him react defensively without even realising.

“He didn’t force me out,” he uttered, his voice on the verge of wobbling. “It wasn’t like that.”

“It wasn’t?” Roy countered, his brow cocking. “I don’t know, lion. You told me the truth, didn’t you? I don’t really care that he was ‘struggling’ or however you put it. He still shut you out.”

Leo’s brows furrowed, shaking his head. “No, I…” He scoffed. “His wife left him, he was allowed to be upset. It wasn’t his fault.”

“And your mother left, too,” the mercenary shrugged, taking one of the smaller apple slices and popping it in his mouth. Leo didn’t watch, his eyes stubbornly pinned to the blanket spread across his lap. The words made his heart sting like it hadn’t done for a while. “Doesn’t really matter whatever the fuck he was going through.”

“He just—” Leo stopped, his eyes burning. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“You were thinking it, so you will,” Roy demanded sharply. “Tell me this, lion. You left because you were hurt, didn’t you? You can’t possibly not feel mad for the way he treated you.”

Leo huffed shakily, swallowing the uneasy lump forming in his throat. “I wasn’t—”

“Truthfully, lion,” he warned. “Answer me truthfully.”

“Of course I was mad,” he spat, shaking his head. “I-I was upset. She left me too and I needed him, but instead he…he just shut me out. I was so upset. I was. I knew that he was grieving, but so was I. I needed my dad.”

The man gently brushed a thumb against the corner of his eye, stopping the fresh tears that were threatening to tumble down his cheeks. He couldn’t help but lean into the touch, his mind racing. He didn’t think he had ever talked about this. He didn’t think he’d ever told anybody at work the real reason why he left, or the fact that his father didn’t want anything to do with him after his mother left. He briefly remembered one memory, with his father necking down a big bottle of whiskey, lamenting through angry tears that Leo looked just like her.

He sucked in a sharp breath, apolgising softly under his breath. Roy let out a long, quiet sigh.

“Hey, lion,” he murmured, forcing him to meet his eyes. “I’m not saying this to be cruel. You know that, right?”

Leo nodded his head sharply. “I know. I know, I’m just…”

His words died off, and the man swiftly decided to take the reins, keeping the sparking embers of the painful conversation going.

“Putting it into perspective stings a little, doesn’t it?” He hummed, his lip curving up into a subtle smirk. He imagined his fathers face, what he was doing right now, drinking to the ends of the bottle, his collection of string instruments gathering dust in his office. “Doesn’t matter if he was grieving. He should have been there for his son. Do you really want to go back to that again, lion? After what he did to you?”

He forced his eyes shut. His nose wrinkled in discontent, fighting the probing questions that were only making his head a complete mess. He didn’t know what to think anymore, that sickening pain from the past throbbing deep in his chest again, almost making it difficult to breathe.

“I should,” he whispered, his shoulders sagging. Because he should. But he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Poor little lion,” Roy drawled, shifting closer so his eyes fluttered open. Leo gazed at him with watery eyes, his bottom lip curving into a deep frown. “You just wanted some love, didn’t you?”

Leo did. He’d lost his mother that day, lay awake at night wondering if it had been his fault, but in the process, he’d lost his father too. He’d always dreamed he’d be like him someday, taking on all of his wise wisdom and knowledge, but that had been subsequently shattered after his father stopped teaching him. After his childhood passion was lost at the bottom of a glass.

He jerkily nodded his head. “Yes.”

The man’s eyes turned coy, that smile of his making Leo’s stomach flip, like it had a mind of its own. It made his cheeks flush, wondering if he just didn’t have enough water earlier. He made a soft, pitiful little cooing noise, and Leo’s cells sang with an itching thrill at the prospect of what he was prolonging. He swallowed, his throat bobbing. A part of him was displeased at how unbothered Roy was about this all.

“You still need it now, don’t you?” He purred. “There’s no need to be shy.”

There wasn’t really. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t indulged each other once before. Leo knew he was getting into something really dangerous here, but there was something completely sucking him in, completely warping his thoughts, and it was scary how much he was willing to give up the last part of himself to Roy.

The man chuckled softly under his breath, as if he could sense the chaos ensuing in his mind. He still gently cupped the side of his jaw, leaning in to kiss him once again. This time, Leo felt the fire ignite in his core, his heart thrumming in his chest in a way it hadn’t before, like it was singing. The man’s thumb gently found its way to his bottom lip, tugging it down slightly to deepen it. Leo’s soft whine was muffled against his mouth, gasping against his teeth and reaching up to grab his shirt. Roy came to stop him, barely breaking the kiss apart to speak.

“Watch your fingers,” he warned in a low voice that had him shivering, flinching in surprise when his lips found his again. He could feel him shifting closer to him, Leo’s back pressing into the mattress once more as the mercenary’s hand braced beside his head, an intense fire igniting in the air. His arms came up and over Roy’s shoulders, bottom of his palms digging into his shoulder blades in an attempt to steady himself from under him.

Leo could barely hear anything over the bass of his own heart, his blood running like magma through his head, and the wet smacking of their lips. The sweet taste of apple on Roy’s tongue, sizzling into his own taste buds and making his eyes water. Everything was buzzing and when he felt a hand creeping under his shirt, hot and heavy against his skin, Leo simply arched into the touch, his moans breathless and swallowed by his lips.

The mercenary peeled away, much to Leo’s disappointment, saliva glistening on their lips. He littered soft little kisses against his cheek, and then down to his neck, hand gently easing his head aside to expose the flesh there, covered in goosebumps. Leo couldn’t find the strength in his voice, struggling to even untwist his tongue.

“Wait, wait, I—” He was cut off by a sharp, pained hiss on his tongue, the man having pressed a little too hard on the bruises there with his tongue. He lifted his head, and the hand retracted from under his shirt, giving Leo a chance to catch his breath. Roy hummed, his brow raised, before a smug grin broke out across his face.

“Best if we wait until you’ve recovered, huh?” He murmured under his breath, admiring the flushed heat on Leo’s face. He could only manage a jerky nod, finding himself eager to pop open one of the windows and feel some fresh air to cool him down.

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zirosisblog · 3 months ago

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So, I made some designs for my Link and Zelda in my original Legend of Zelda story. (Currently a nameless brainchild)

Their designs aren't fully final, but I do like them for now. If you're wondering, "Why the freak are they dressed like that?"

It's because it takes place in a more modern era 'cuz I thought that'd be kinda cool. Also, I may or may not have pushed my personal style onto them. I tried using a mixture of my fashion style and incorporating elements of previous Link and Zelda designs into them.

More details are below! (Med length)

(Link details!)

Like the white under shirt, and short sleeved collared gingham jacket Link is sporting. The under shirt takes inspo from Oot and Wind Waker Link.

The collar is a successor to the collared undershirts Link usually wears. They have a shoulder bag, which acts as a replacement to the usual sword sheath and sort of kills off the endless pockets. But... they still live on through the MANY pockets they wear on their baggy cargo pants!

Of course, the beanie is a successor to Link's lovely pointy silly guy elf hat. They also wear fingerless gloves. And how could I forget the earrings?

"Why black hair?"

...Too much blonde. Yes, some Links had their pink hair, their blue, green, white, red or green hair, and the og brown. But... black hair is so cool. Like c'mon. Their hair shape takes elements from my own, and also the Oot, SS, TP, and BotW Links. One time, I accidentally styled my hair exactly like theirs... whoopsies.

Now, onto Zelda!

Each Zelda is given a mostly unique look (except for the ones that are just Oot or WW Zelda copy pasted), carrying elements of her ancestors in her clothing. Her design is a little messy, I will admit. But... I like it... so... if you have a problem with it, that's your problem, not mine. A lot of it is sort of original, but I added little inspirations every aspect I could.

She wears a little blue, short sleeved cardigan over a lacy patterned white long sleeve shirt. Which takes aspects from both SS and BotW Zelda. Her sleeves are like SS Zelda's, and the cardigan is like BotW Zelda's design. Like how the sleeves kinda poof out. And...

Her necklace is kind of like a cross (I'm not Christian), taking the main part of Hylia's symbol. She wears it around her neck, of course, and it's kinda like the gold details on the neckline of BotW Zel's blue top. And her belt is blatant theft of SS Zelda's gold one. Might shamelessly just make it gold, too. Her earrings are kinda like the big ones. Oot Zelda wears, just... circle. Might give her more piercings because it fits her character, and would also take inspo from TP Zelda.

"Why hair orange?"

Good question! Some Zelda's have orangish hair, like Oot Zelda. And uh...

"GERUDO!?"

Yeah, she's a gerudo.

"How did that happen?"

Secret.

Hehehehehe... hehehe....hah...mwahahahahahahah AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

Anyway, yeah. That's their designs!

Also pronouns.

Link (they/them) Zelda (she/her)

Thanks for reading, and please be respectful.

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