#hon 🐯

[miraclewoozi]

present forehead. i must kiss.

[miraclewoozi]

yeah so. so i’m gonna tap out

it’s a beautifully crisp friday morning and i am thinkin about lying on your back, knees to ur chest and having dino pathetically fuck ur thighs because he forgot to bring a condom to the pussy appointment. that’s it. that’s the thought. he’s close enough to feel the heat radiate from your cunt, close enough to accidentally bump the tip against your clit when he gets too excited, but not close enough to feel your walls hug him with each thrust :( pathetic chan :( PATHETIC. CHAN. :( - 🍿 x

WORDCOUNT ― 2.6k

WARNINGS ― this could be uncomfortable for some because i do have him whining/begging to hit it raw, so some could say there’s a form of manipulation at play.

CONTENT ― chan had a real fucking bad day and needs your hole to heal it, begging to hit it raw, obsessing over thighs, reader has thighs that are enough for him to knead, grinding but it’s only raw on chan’s end. 

not proof read. 

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Chan knows the rules. No condom, no sex. 

That’s never been an issue to him, seeing as how you’re both fucking other people pretty consistently. There’s been talk of getting regularly tested, even more talk about how a relationship is most definitely not on the table so, really, you requiring a condom does not bother him in the slightest. 

If anything to Chan, you’re a comfort fuck. When he’s had a bad day or too deep in his head, he comes to you, or on you, whatever. 

There’s all sorts of personalities he shares with people in bed, but you’re the one who gets this side of him. You’re the one he trusts in terms of rules, and he knows that you’d never over step set boundaries with feelings outside of simply caring for another person and loving the way they fuck you. 

Today, though? Oh, today. 

It appears the universe is against him and his happiness. First, his tire blows on the freeway and he had to maneuver to the side without being pulverized by the other cars. Second, he gets to work late due to that fucking tire and is immediately laid off due to “internal restructuring”. Lastly, he decides to take the bus home and upon sitting for far too long, he realizes he took the wrong fucking line. 

Naturally, he finds himself calling you and hopping on the next bus that leads to your place. He doesn’t explain his day, as usual, he simply states without even a “hello”, that he needs to see you now.

Upon arriving, he’s exhausted, worn down, and very nearly about to ram his head into the closest wall. Thankfully, you’re the saving grace for him, like always. The one good thing that can happen on a day like this is getting between your legs and releasing all of his emotions through that. 

Until the universe deals another blow. 

“Fuck.” He huffs, already kneeling between your legs and prepared to start that sweet, sweet, release of emotions. 

“That sounded detrimental.” You comment, looking up at him from your angle against the pillows, arms reaching out for him and stopping mid way. “What’s up?” 

“I didn’t bring condoms.” He sighs, already feeling his length soften at the very idea of not being able to get what he needs this evening. 

“Relax, I have some in the drawer.” You rolls your eyes.

He perks up, keeping himself between your legs but bending his long body over you and opening up the drawer. 

Nothing. 

“Where?” He asks, rummaging through your drawer. 

“Are they not there?” You lean up, turning to look for yourself. 

Damn, you must really be busy to already be out of condoms by now. 

“Oh, I guess I’m out.” You chuckle, shrugging at him and the way he leans back and keeps himself between your legs. 

“Please,” He immediately starts. “Just this once.” 

You shake your head immediately, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“Once always turns into again, and again, and again.” You argue, shoving him back by your foot and feeling his body tense up in an attempt to stay in place between your legs. 

“You’re on birth control right? Please, I don’t think you understand how badly I need this today.” 

You pretend like you’re thinking, but the answer will always be no. 

“Chan, you’re not fucking me raw. Come prepared next time.” 

He sighs in defeat, not wanting to push too hard, accepting your “no” at face value but still wallowing in his own pity over it. 

Then, his eyes trail to your panties, sitting nicely with a little spot at the seat of them, showing him that you were ready to take it had he come with everything he needed for this. He could cry, maybe. The universe is truly against him. 

His eyes continue to stare, trailing up and down your legs. His brain is really trying to comprehend that he’s about to have to stand up and off of this bed, and get another bus home. He’s jobless, carless for the moment, and now, perhaps the worst of it all, he’s pussy-less.

You watch him as he stares, unsure if he’s aware of the pout on his face. You’ve never seen him so desperate for it. Still, no is no and he’s going to have to figure something out. You’re not asking why he needs to fuck you so badly today, despite the curiosity, you’re also not going to say no if he finds a work around to this. 

“I should just leave, then, I guess.” He says in a solemn voice, still not budging from between your legs. 

“You’re really just going to act like foreplay doesn’t exist?” You try to encourage him to realize there are other fun things to do outside of just, like, the actual penetration. 

He doesn’t look you in the eye as his brain spills with thoughts. He needs to fuck. He could ask for a handjob, or even a blowjob, but none of that compares to the way your pussy squeezes around him. Nothing compares to the slick, warm heat that spills around him when he’s pushing in, or sliding out. Even with a condom, the sensation is something he chases on days like this and– wait. 

Legs. Thighs. 

His eyes shoot back to your thighs, and his hands follow. Gripping the back of them, kneading the flesh there. Then, there’s a smile from you, and a twitch in his pants. 

“Can I–” He starts, feeling a bit pathetic to even ask such a thing when your pussy is right there, and there’s a gas station that definitely sells condoms a few blocks away if he wanted to walk there and expose himself to you that he’s currently at rock bottom. “God, please,” He continues, not quite asking the question but imagining it nonetheless. 

“Hm?” You hum out to him sweetly, feeling his hands knead at your thighs and sensing his urgency for this. 

More urgency than usual. 

He doesn’t respond with his words, and instead dips his head a bit while both hands push your legs together, mostly to examine how tight he can get your thighs to squeeze. He’s pleased by the image, pulling his head back up and looking at you again, with a pout he doesn’t realize he has. 

“You want to fuck my thighs, don’t you?” 

The sound that comes from his mouth in response is, arguably, the most pathetic and arousal-laced sound you think you’ve ever heard. All of it because of non-penetrative sex? That little nod he gives is much bigger in your head, it’s not a little nod, it’s a pleading, a begging nod. 

And so, you give him what he so clearly needs, with a pleased smile on your face. 

First, you squeeze your thighs together tighter for him, bracing your hands under your bent knees and allowing him to press them up and against your chest. Then, you hear the muffled sounds of him shoving his pants down to his own thighs. 

It’s strange, really, feeling his cock raw against you for the first time. Given, you’ve gone down on him, you’ve given him handjobs before too, but this is the first time he’s been entirely bare below your waist. 

The head of his cock is warm when it prods against your thighs, but the sound that he makes somehow makes you feel warmer. The grip of his hands holding your thighs in place, the look in his eye when he manages to love this just as much as when he’s actually sliding into you. 

All of it is warm, like you can feel the way he uses you as a release that’s more than just sexual desire.

For him, he doesn’t quite care that he’s going a bit insane right now. He’s never slid his cock between or into anything without the aid of someone’s arousal, spit, or lubricant. The pre-cum spilling out of him right now is more than enough to lube your thighs to perfection. Shining in the light of your bedroom with each slide of his cock. 

You can feel the way he struggles to push past how tightly you’re squeezing your legs together, and fuck, does he feel it too.

His hands grip you harder as he fucks through the small space you offer him. He can tell you’re enjoying yourself, with that smug little grin on your lips as you watch him struggle not to lose his composure. 

He stays focused on that release, fucking forward, then back, hard and long thrusts that would typically reach deep inside of you had he brought a condom with him on this dreadful day. To be fair though, it’s not like he wakes up, packs a condom, and expects to fuck someone by the end of it. 

He continues this, feeling your legs loosen and tense, offering so many sensations that aren’t quite what he needs, but somehow just enough to please him and have him falling more and more in love with the act of fucking a beautiful pair of thighs. 

Maybe it’s because it’s raw, and there’s no barrier to lighten the sensations, or maybe he’s finally gone inside, but fuck. The pre-cum is practically pouring from him as he continues, causing his length to slide in all sorts of ways. No longer just through your thighs, but up and down them too.

Down and down, his cock slips, still fucking forward at a rate that makes him sweat only slightly. Then, he feels it. 

The heat radiating from your core beneath those panties. God, it’s so close. He could pull your panties to the side and slip it in right now if you’d give him the confirmation. He could make you feel so good, and he would feel just as good if–

“I can feel how wet you are,” He comments in a slightly choked voice. “is this enough for you?” 

You think hard about that. On your own terms, seeing him enjoy himself so blatantly is enough to want him to fuck you, with or without a condom. But, you can’t just let this end right now. He looks too pretty when he’s pathetic. You can see that he’s practically on the verge of tears right now, fucking your thighs in a way he wishes he could fuck you. 

“Maybe,” You smile, loosening your thighs only slightly to let his cock fall from between them and land against your clothed core. “It seems to be enough for you.” 

He glances at you before staring down at the way you squeeze your thighs together again, essentially locking his cock directly against your wet panties. Without intention, he fucks forward and hears your little gasp. 

This, this is definitely enough for you. And him? It’s enough, too. 

“Yeah?” He asks, fucking forward and back again, sliding his cock against your throbbing clit through your panties. “Is this what you need from me?”

You’d argue that you need more, but you enjoy the way he seems to be cocky about it right now. So, you nod, relishing in the slide against you. 

If he wasn’t going insane before, he definitely is now. With the warmth of you radiating against him, the slick soaking through your panties and coating his cock all the way from the underside of the head to the base– his pre-cum is nothing but a mess against you right now because of it. 

Each sound you make when he lends you a rough thrust forward, each little reach of your hands for his strong arms still holding you in place with a bruising grip, it’s driving him to forget he’s not fucking you at all.

The fabric between the two of you acts enough as a barrier, despite his cum seeping through them when he finally gives himself the release he’s been so desperate for. 

“Like that,” He groans, tightly fucking himself into the little space you provide between your thighs and clit, urging you to squeeze around him much like your pussy would be doing. “Yeah, just like that.” He continues, pouting once again as he chases the orgasm that’s already vibrating through him. 

You smile through it, the sensation of him riding out his orgasm and spilling all over you is enough to get you off in a split second if he were able to focus on hitting your clit every single time, but he doesn’t. His body stutters and shakes through it, and the image alone is enough for you to feel satisfied this time. 

And then, there’s nothing but silence and deep breaths from him as he pulls his aching length from your thighs and he rolls onto your side. The relief of feeling your legs fall back to the bed is definitely just as arousing to your body. Not exactly sexually arousing, but honestly, it felt so good to stretch them back out after holding them in place for so long that, well, your body may as well decide to orgasm right then and there after all that. 

But it doesn’t, and you turn to look at Chan with curiosity instead. 

“You know, you don’t give me a lot of time to prepare for our little meetups. If I’d known more than twenty minutes before you’d be here, I would’ve checked for condoms.” 

He groans, still feelings waves of release in his body, ears still ringing. 

“It was more last minute for me this time too,” He admits, finally able to take in a full and satisfying breath. “It’s been a rough day.” 

You tilt your head and tick your tongue. 

“One of these days I’m gonna start asking why you always come to me during a bad day, you know that, right?”

He nods, it’s kind of your right to know why he’s so desperate when he’s with you. 

“Yeah,” He nods along with you. “You never really ask though, which is why I keep coming to you when it happens.” 

You take that at face value. He probably doesn’t want to talk about a bad day, and you, for some reason, feel prideful in not asking because you assume everyone else would probably force him to talk about it, rather than fuck the frustration away. 

“Would it be rude to say that, well,” You pause, realizing it would be very rude, but you’re gonna say it anyway. “I like when you have bad days.”

He deadpan stares at you, seemingly offended, but definitely understanding of why you’d say such a thing. 

“You say that like I just fucked you.” He laughs, shaming himself. 

“Well, for a while there, it genuinely felt like you were.” You admit this time, eyeing him up and down. 

“Yeah, it kind of did, didn’t it?” He smiles, readying himself to stand on his legs despite them still being jelly right now. 

“What, you’re already leaving?” You ask.

“Yeah, I kind of need to check the bus schedules and make sure I get on the right line home.”

Something clicks in your head. Chan, who usually drives to your place, is now taking the fucking bus. Oh, but you don’t even know half of what he’s gone through today. 

“I could drive you home, you know.” 

He was going to refuse, because how much more pathetic would he look being driven home by his very own fuck buddy? Yet, he finds himself nodding. 

And you, well, you find yourself driving to the gas station with him instead. Grabbing that box of condoms, wiggling your eyebrows at him, and dragging him straight back to your place. 

After all, you didn’t quite get your release yet. 

[mike-the-switch]

you absolutely do matter, hon. don’t you dare let anyone make you think otherwise <3

- 🐯

Thank you, anon. That's sweet of you

[orangeboi39]

WAIT NO IT ISNT LIKE THAT I CALLED HIM PRETTY GAJDJDBD I just figured he'd be embarrassed I'm so sorry hon

🐯

OH. Okay. Jesus christ. Dont scare me like that. god.

[ratdad29]

...hon what are you going to do with that mystic spell?

🐯

I DONT KNOW BECAUSE LEONARDO JUST THREW IT. I THINK HE THOUGHT IT WAS A BALL.

[cloudninetonine]

Scratch that three parts, losing my mind rn

-🐺🐯

Still, deep in thought, you went into the hallway, opening the closet before pulling out your bag, running your fingers over the worn leather. You moved to sit on the ground next to the couch, pulling things out of the bag, and placing them on the rug around you. Once the bag was empty, you went through the items around you, some basic items like socks and a hairbrush, the trilogy of books you had brought, some extra tunics and pants Malon had given you, the clothes you had been given when you were a child and just learning about Hyrule, a set of dual swords, a small collection of knives, your journal, and a small collection of photos showing your friends and family.

The last item left on the rug was the large claymore, sitting quietly in its sheath. You stared at it for a few minutes before reaching out your hands and slowly picking it up. It was heavy and it felt cold, you grasped the hilt, I know you don’t think I’m enough, but please; I don’t know what to do, or why I’m here. The sword remained cold and quiet, and no response to your plea came. You scowled, and shoved the sword into your pack, letting it disappear into whatever magic the bag held.

Standing, you placed your bag in a corner of the room, slightly behind one of the chairs, still grumbling you walked outside, finding a large tree to sit under. The house had been quiet and looking around you could see the reincarnations moving around outside, Malon had put them to work it seemed. A part of you felt guilty for not helping, but you weren’t sure if anybody actually needed help, and you didn’t feel like trying to talk to any of them.

Your pity party was interrupted by Malon walking over to you, followed by Time. She gestured for you to follow her and with narrowed eyes, you stood and followed the pair of them around the corner of the house and into a cluster of trees that blocked any view of the ranch. You had an idea what was happening but you waited for Malon to speak.

“Hon, I know you wanted to limit the number of people who know, but I want you to show Link your shifting.” She paused, she seemed to have been waiting for a protest, instead, you raised your eyebrows in a silent question. “If something happens I want at least one of them to know it’s you. I promise you can trust him.” She looked at you imploringly, waiting for your response.

Her logic was sound, and you couldn’t really think of any logical refusal, “okay,” your voice was quiet, but you agreed. “If I’m being honest, I’m surprised you hadn’t already told him in all of your letters.”

Your words were met by a playful pull on one of your ears. “I’m offended that that’s how you see me.”

The lighthearted jab had lightened the tense mood slightly, but it hadn’t lessened the intensity with which Time was staring at you. You took a deep breath, shook your head, and muttered, “let’s get this over with.” Before Malon or Time could speak, the change occurred. The fluidity of the change depended on how often you used it, and with your use at the ranch, it had become smoother and quicker. You could feel fur growing along your arms, and your body distorting, making the few-second changes feel longer. Opening your eyes you blinked a few times, feeling slightly light-headed, before turning to face Time and Malon. Sitting down you were now eye level with Time, maybe a little taller, and you couldn’t interpret the emotion on his face.

Time didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and you shuffled your front paws together, and curling your tail around them, you turned to look at Malon, ears flattening against your skull.

Time sighed, before he reached out and gave your neck a solid pat, “at this point, I don’t think much could surprise me.”

“You are taking this surprisingly well.” Your voice was slightly distorted coming from a longer mouth.

Time grinned, an impish grin, instantly making you suspicious, that was not a look you would have expected from him. He turned, moving to walk out of the trees, “we should head back before the others get suspicious.” With that, he left you alone with Malon.

You sat staring after him for a bit, “Malon, I mean this with the utmost possible respect, but your husband is weird.”

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[sluttywonwoo]

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[kimtaegis]

WOMAN HIIII!!!!💖💖HOW IS MY ANGEL DOINGG??? babi i love youuuu<333 sooo i wanted to let uk that im doing find and i wanted to check in on u too!! anywasyysysysy i saw a couple of posts abt u being overwhelmed and im aware of u feeling this way, u do quite sometimes and just like the prev times, firstly i wanna say that i understand. and i feel the same way most of the time. uk when i had just become an army i spent a lot of time being an army w/o any social media and i still like the vibes of that time than my time spent on tumblr/exploring twt. anyways, i just wanna say that its okay and u should give yourself a break. pls take care of yoself. watch run btw or wtw and dont follow the updates. will 100% give u peace. like, trust me on this one.

secondly, abt u feeling,,,,,, insignificant. woman. w all due respect, shut the genuine fuck up. do u not know how impactful are u?!?!? do u not know how amazing u are?? ure literally an angel okay?? irdk what my tumblr feed wouldve looked like if it werent for u. ure amazing. ure kind. ure beautiful inside out. yes not millions know u/follow u but u still matter to a lot of ppl and thats enough. its not imp to be at the top,,, ultimately if u think abt it even bts have pretty much each other and a few friends outside of it and thas allll that matters hon. everyone has a diff journey and we should never compare ourselves w others. i struggle w it too and ik its easier said than done but when u stop comparing yourself even for just a bit, u see how bful and mess free life is.

sometimes i feel like these long paras may be annoying for u like no one asked n**ka fkn relax😬but i really wish to like,,,,, be there for u if that makes sense??? no? okay. in short, ure free to bin it if u dont want this but i hope u can feel better by reading this. and even replying or not replying, keeping it priv or wtw its all upto u. i just cant see one of the most bful souls ive ever met being sad and overwhelmed :(

chugg that water down baby, helps wonders<3 listen to some music, dance to some hoe songs (fkn mood imo) or just dance in general. let that adrenaline kick in and... wlel imma stop talking now🤣😅babe ill see u mf sooonnn!! take care<33 million kithies for u and holding yo hand like tae does yoon's :3 💖💖💖 (🐯)

hello my sweetest love! It’s so good to hear from you, I’m glad that you’re doing well 💞 I hope you don’t mind a rather short answer from me this time around; I am incredibly grateful for everything you said and it’s really comforting to know that you care about me enough to take time out of your day to write me these lovely messages, I still don’t know how I deserve that 💔 I’ve gone through a really tough episode recently, and while yes, it had also to do with some stuff that had happened on tumblr, it was mostly triggered by my actual real life fears and problems. I think I’m getting better at taking a step back from here when I feel overwhelmed by content, my own negativity and/ or fears that I have and that’s good! I also think that I won’t be sharing so much of my mental instability anymore on here lmao, and just stay offline when I’m feeling bad. So that’s why I won’t talk more in depth about what you said in this ask, I really do hope that’s okay 💘 I adore you so much for cheering me on and making me smile (and blush!!) so much with your sweet compliments, you really make my heart flutter babe! I’m repeating myself but – thank you, so so much. You always make me feel better about myself and what I do and I’m just so utterly thankful. I love you, take care!! ❤️❤️

[miraclewoozi]

you always hype me so good ;o; i don't deserve u as an oomf or a moot

i would take on the world with my bare hands for you and i hope you know that.

[miraclewoozi]

happy friday 🫶 thinkin ab shy subby camboy vernon who edges himself for an hour and a half straight and even though you can’t see his face on the stream, you can see the tears of his frustration and overstimulation rolling down his neck and onto his pretty little collar as he denies himself for the seventh time. begging his patrons to give him permission to come but no one says yes so he just keeps going and going and going until he can��t take it anymore and comes so hard he paints his tummy & chest white and nearly faints. anyway. i’m down real bad for this, just thought u should know<3 - 🍿 x

this, but a lil more detailed:

Imagine, a faceless man on cam who moans so prettily. Occasionally there would be a mishap where his moaning and slack lips would enter the camera view, but he always snapped his head away, forcing viewers to focus on what he's doing to himself more than his face.

Mostly because, there is a fear in him that he could be recognized and lose his day job. Then again, partially using his real name in his username probably wasn't a good idea either, still, if his face is never shown, it's all good.

There's probably 029483029840932 vernons in the world, he would think.

Anyway, this time, you watch and you watch. His longest stream you've seen to date, actually. I mean, you've seen his cock go from heavy to raging, pathetic, leaking, and nearly purple from being so ready to get off but this time? God, he's so into it.

You can see how bad he's suffering by the way his body quivers, and you've thought at least six times by now that he was going to let himself come, but he still hasn't.

He even begs his views to come, and deliberately ignores the ones who gives him permission.

To the point you see the glistening of not one tear, but several running down from his hidden and wet eyes to the bottom of his chin. Some dripping onto his chest where you can't determine the shine between sweat or tears.

His voice cracks as he begs, moaning more in pain than pleasure as he continuously grips the base of his cock harshly to keep himself from getting there at even the slightest pump of his hand.

God, you can imagine if you so much as blew a soft breath against it he would buckle and shake through an orgasm he could never be prepared for.

But oh, somehow, he seemed well prepared.

Tips are pouring in as he cries, and even more tips come when he begs. His legs are shaking, his fingers are shaking, and you can see consistent dribbles of precum pour from the tip of his length and onto his fingers.

Arguably, it looks like he's been coming all over himself for the better part of an hour by now, when, he lets out a breathy cry-- a hiccup.

"I can't--" He cries, "Fuck, I can't," he continues to ramble, releasing his cock and letting himself feel the release completely untouched.

His rambling continues, fucking his hips up against nothing, crying to everyone, hands scratching up and down his own chest before finally shooting down to milk the rest out of himself with a pleasured sob and shiver this time.

And then, it's over.

The tears? The mess he made of himself? The pretty cracked voice? The desperate man you've grown so fond of watching? Hidden behind a "This user has ended the live." screen.

And just a mere two days later, you're back again. Watching, lusting, encouraging his cries.

[cloudninetonine]

This is one again really really long, so no pressure on actually reading it 😅 im having more fun i thought I would writing it

-🐺🐯

A few moments later you found yourself in the house, holding a cup of tea and sitting on a couch, facing Malon who was sitting in a chair, holding her own cup of tea. The room was silent as the two of you took the first few sips of tea, and Malon broke it first clearing her throat.

“Hon, I’m not going to do anything to hurt you, I just have a few questions, is that alright?”

She waited while you examined her face, not pressuring you to answer her, and looking back down at the mug in your hands you nodded.

She shifted in her chair, “let’s start off simple, what, or who are you?”

A huff of air left your nose, “funny enough, that’s not a super simple answer. You can call me (name) but as for what I am,” you shrug, bringing the tea up to your lips, “no idea.”

Malon blinked, “You don’t know?”

“I have a basic idea,” you grimaced, stirring the tea with a spoon, “but Hyrule doesn’t exist where I’m from, it’s a myth, so I have no idea what I would be called. I mean, I’ve never met another one of me, so I’ve only been able to learn what’s been passed down through my families history.” By now the tea was starting to cool, making it easier to drink.

“Hyrule, doesn’t exist anymore?” Malon sounded concerned, afraid almost, which logically made sense. After all, Hyrule was her home.

You shake your head, “It’s a myth, I mean,” you gesture to your ears, “my family knows it was real, at least at some point, but its thought to be a legend. There are a few in different parts of the world, so it makes sense it’s not real.” Leaning forward you place you empty mug on the table in front of you.

“How did you learn about Hyrule then?”

“Both my mom and dads side of the family told stories, and my moms side had some relics that were passed down, my grandma gave them to my mom when I was born. Also, I got help from what I guess is my predecessor.” You pull you bag closer to you with your foot before leaning down and opening it. From within you produce a large claymore like sword, stored in a leather sheath and secured with multiple clasps. “The swords holds it’s last owners spirit, and he’s taught me some things about Hyrule, as well as how to fight in case something ever happened.”

Malon put her own mug on the table, “is he like you?”

You nod, placing the sword beside you on the couch.

“Why hasn’t he taught you more about what you are? Surely, he would know?”

You laugh, a bitter sound, “he does know, but he refuses to tell me. He says I’m not worthy of the sword, or the legacy of protecting Hyrule. The only reason he’s helped me as much as he has is, there aren’t many other like me, if any at all. He ran out of options.” Looking down at your hands you pick at your nails. “The most he’s told me, is that Hylians didn’t have the best impression of us, and that we were just referred to as ‘the beasts’.” Looking up at Malon you rush to say, “not that I know if any of that’s true, I’m grateful for all of your help.” You pull you knees up to your chest, ears flattening against the side of your skull, learn to keep your mouth shut you thought, hoping you hadn’t offended the one person who was willing to help you.

Malon gave a small laugh, “I’ve never heard anything about that, nor have I ever seen your kind before. My husband might have, he’s travelled a lot more than me.”

“Whose your husband?”

“Link, although he’s also referred to as the hero of Hyrule.”

Her casual tone did not match the pit in your stomach, and you felt the blood drain from your face. With a groan you buried your face in your hands.

Malon’s confused, and slightly offended tone reached your ears, “Do you know my husband?”

“depends on which Link he is,” your voice was muffled through your hands, looking up you took a deep breath, and began to explain how you knew the different reincarnations stories. A lot of it was educated guesses, as you weren’t sure. Hyrule was a popular legend, and from that legend there were a lot of video games created from the different fragments of lore. You had no idea how accurate those games were but through your research you had gained the sneaking suspicion that the creator of the games was one of the remaining sages, trying to, on some level preserve the history of the forgotten kingdom. You talked for a least an hour, the position of the sun had visible changed. Trailing off you waited in the silence.

Malon took a deep breath, “Well, I admit, if you had told me this last year I wouldn’t have believed you, but I have met the other reincarnations, so your story does make sense.” She stood, picking up both empty mugs before moving to the kitchen, “however, how did you end up in this time?”

Standing you followed her, watching her move around before answering, “I was camping for a week, I have to hide my ears most of the time, so I try to find time where I don’t have to worry about it, usually somewhere remote without any people. Last night I got woken up by a voice in my head telling me to run, and I got chased by something with red eyes and it shoved me through, what I assuming was some sort of portal. I managed to lose whatever it was a ended up hiding in your barn.”

“That sounds like what my husband has experienced,” she moved to the door, gesturing for you to follow, “I think you should stay here hon, and wait for him to make it back, he might know how to get you home.”

You both moved around the barn in silence while you thought, she had made a very good point, you had no idea where you were, and it would be stupid for you to try striking out on your own. And so, you agreed to stay, and through the next month and a half you waited.

Despite spending almost seven weeks waiting, you had fallen into a comfortable routine, you would wake early and help Malon on the ranch, tending to the different animals. You helped her making dinner every night and spent your evening sitting in front of a fireplace reading your book aloud with a cup of tea while Malon sat in a nearby chair finish smaller chores, drinking her own cup of tea, listening. The strange voice you had heard the night you were attacked was silent now, and the time you spent on the ranch was peaceful.

But like all things, the peace came to and end, on a sunny afternoon while you were in the field, carrying water for the horses. From a distance you heard footsteps, signaling a large group of people. Quickly you put the water down, heading back the house where Malon was. Sticking you head in the door you grabbed her attention.

“There’s a group of people coming down the road,” you pulled you cloak on as you spoke, putting the hood over your head. “I’ll be in the barn until they leave.” With a nod from Malon you left, slipping into the barn, right as the group of people walked out of the trees.

Sitting in the barn you had a staring contest with a rather unimpressed looking cow, as your heard a large clamor of voices from outside. Judging by the tone Malon recognized whoever had arrived, however the number of voices talking at once made it hard to pinpoint any words. Soon you heard the door to the house open and then close. Swinging your legs back and forth, you waited, sitting on a railing, as well as hoping they would leave soon. Hiding in the barn wasn’t how you envisioned your night going.

Roughly half an hour later your ear twitched, hearing the door to the house open once again, but only one set of footprints walked out. As the headed towards the barn, you sat up, resecuring your hood, relaxing as Malon walked through the door.

She gestured for you to come over, “Come with me, there’s some people I want you to meet.”

Standing up you followed her back up to the house, keeping your hood up over your ears. The house was warm as you walked through the door, and there were multiple voices coming from the front room. Those voices stopped, as you walked into the room, with nine people staring at you.

Malon said something you didn’t catch, turning to look at her she gestured for you to remove our hood, you paused for a moment before swallowing and lowering the hood. Nobody spoke, nine pairs of eyes focused on your ears, different expressions on everybody’s face.

With a small shove, Malon moved you further into the room, “Everybody this is (name), (name),” she paused gesturing to the tallest man among them, his face tatooes made you freeze, and his one eye continued to stare intensely at you. “This is my husband Link”

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Your response to Wind’s question resulted in silence and shocked faces from everyone except Malon.

“What do you mean you don’t know what you are?” the one with a streak of pink in his hair spoke up, a disbelieving and unimpressed look on his face.

“I really don’t know how else to say it.” You shrug, still not making prolonged eye contact with anybody.

Before anybody else could ask any questions Malon spoke, “Hon why don’t you sit down, you’ve got a lot to explain.” She pushed you towards a chair as she spoke, “I’m going to get started on dinner.” At this point she had shoved you down into a sitting position.

You made no effort to hide your panic as she started walking out of the room, but your protest died in your throat. Accepting your fate, you pulled your knees into your chest, looking up at everybody else in the room. Let’s just get this over with. “Alright, who has questions?”

You watched as the nine reincarnations looked around at each other, some silent conversation taking place, before a consensus seemed to be decided on. They were all looking at Time, looking to him as the leader of their group.

He spoke first, “How do you not know what you are?”

Ah starting with the obvious. “I’ve never met someone like me before, and there isn’t any history or legends about people like me in history. All I know is whatever I am was known as the protectors of Hyrule, specifically the royal family.” You were trying to relax, but it was hard with everybody staring at them.

“Were?” this time it was the Link wearing the blue scarf that spoke, “did something happen to Hyrule? Was it not rebuilt after a calamity?” His face was passive, but he sounded tense.

“I don’t know. In my time it’s known as a lost civilization, but most people think it’s just a legend and never actually existed in the first place.” Taking a breath you relaxed your ears, trying to calm your shaking. “All of your stories have been made into games, and there isn’t any magic, so people think it’s a fairytale, nothing more.”

Time held up a hand cutting a few of the others off before they could speak, leaning forward he clasped his hands together, “I’m going to ask you a few questions, just answer them to the best of your ability.” He waited for you to nod, “Hyrule doesn’t exist at all?”

You shake your head, “there’s stories of it, but no known locations, and it’s a myth. There are a few other civilizations like that, and all of them don’t have any connection to Hyrule’s legend. The only difference is that there is no legend for how Hyrule comes to an end.”

“Hoe do you know about our adventures then?”

You crossed your fingers in your head, hoping they would take the next part calmly, “there a series of games that people can play. I’m not sure but I think a remaining sage is making them, so Hyrule doesn’t become forgotten. That’s just a guess though, no idea how accurate the games actually are.” Looking up you saw some of them looking uncomfortable, no longer looking at you, instead seeming to be going through their own thoughts. Well, that could have gone worse.

The other continued to let Time ask the questions, although Wind looked as though he wanted to interrupt. “You said magic was gone, how did you get here then?”

With a deep breath you once again, explained the events that started the whole mess. Hours passed as you explained how people turning to technology over magic, caused magic and all things fantastical to fade from the world. You explain growing up hiding your ears, learning from legends and scraps about Hyrule, learning what you could from the spirit of the sword that was passed down through your family. You finished by explaining the shadowy shape that had chased you through the dark woods, driving you through the portal, and the mysterious voice that had saved you. No one interrupted you as you talked, and it wasn’t until you stopped that anyone spoke.

“How did you get away?” the shortest of the group asked, “the shadow is fast, and near impossible to catch.”

“Fear’” was your simple response, “I knew if I stopped, I would most likely die.”

A quiet voice spoke up next, “can I see your sword?” The person speaking was sitting more towards the back of the room, and a white cloth was around his shoulders, but the item that drew your eye was the sword resting next to his chair.

The Master Sword you heard the voice in your head, gravely and deep. You almost flinched, it had been a long time since your sword had offered any words to you. Reaching into your bag you withdrew the sword. Holding it with both hands you slowly walked over to the man, hesitating before passing it over.

“Those are some strong enchantments on that sword.” Legend narrowed his eyes at the clasps holding the sword in its sheath.

You gave a noncommittal hum, “they were there long before the sword came into my possession.” Your eyes remained on the sword, as Sky turned it over in his hands, his expression thoughtful.

“I can feel the sword's soul, it doesn’t feel malevolent though, just very old.” Slowly he passed the sword back to you, resting it back in your hands.

Returning to your seat you placed the sword back in your bag, relaxing once it was no longer in your hands. Before anyone else could start the conversation again Malon walked back into the room. “Dinner is done, any questions you have can happen while we eat.”

Grateful for any reason to leave the stares of the others you quickly stood, following Malon into the other room, busying yourself by setting the table for everybody. Your ears were twitching back and forth as Malon spoke, but you weren’t really registering any words, only giving small hums or nods in response.

Dinner saved you from answering anymore questions, instead everybody took the time to introduce themselves, identifying themselves by the nicknames that had been coined as a work around for all being named Link. Everybody seemed to be calling Malon’s husband Old Man, you doubted you’d be able to call him that to his face, the one with the blue scarf was referred to as Captain, and the one with the darker hair and face tattoos was referred to as Rancher. The one with the pink hair was the Veteran, and the Champion was covered in facial scars and was avoiding eye contact with you, whether that was due to his scars or some other reason you didn’t know. You had already been introduced to the sailor, who was happily keeping up a stream of conversation with you, joined in by the one referred to as the Traveler. The shortest of the group was the Smith, or Smithy as one of the others had jokingly called him, and the last one to introduce himself was the Skyloftian, who had given you a smile before returning his attention to his food.

You worked on committing face to name while listening to Wind talk about his time growing up in the Great Ocean. You didn’t contribute to the conversation other than comments to encourage him to keep talking, feeling overwhelmed by the past few hours.

As everybody finished eating Malon stood, whipping her hands, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go bring in some of the animals, please take the time to rela-“

She was cut off by your chair scraping across the floor, “I’ll do it!” you grabbed your cloak, pulling it over your shoulders before making your way to the door.

“Are you sure?” she seemed hesitant, but you didn’t give her time to work.

With a tight “Yep,” you all but ran out the door, once outside you let out a breath, finally able to relax away from everybody’s eyes. With a groan you rubbed your hands down your face before walking towards the pasture with the horses. 

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