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[uncanon-fates]

Uncanon Fates - Prelude | Chapter One - Pages 6+7 - Pages 8+9: You are Here! | Next - Coming Soon

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I'm stoked for Uncanon Fates!!!!! Always good to see the noncanon Link's get attention! 🥹 Curious, if you're okay with sharing, which Link's are going to be in this AU?

Thank you so much! I’m okay with sharing most of the Links-and most of the non-Link cast that will show up eventually. I’m just keeping 3 of them a secret for now.

Here are the first batch of Links(8 of them) + two others we’ll meet and some info:

Rinku - mid-20s to early-30s, he lost count while in prison - he/him - First Hero: Basically the main character of this story, but we won’t focus on only his POV, just mainly on him since he’s kinda the reason this whole mess started. He generally doesn’t like people(he’s got some trust issues)but he’s always somewhat polite to new people.

Sir Raven - 26ish - he/thon but they/them is fine - From the OoA manga: That’s right I’m making a Link. Don’t call him that though, he won’t answer. He’s a bit of a goofy and mysterious guy in the manga. I’m making him more mysterious and goofy. He has the magical rings from that game as well, his favorite is the Green Ring. He’s also bad at keeping track of time.

Calli - 18.4 - he/maybe they??/maybe she????(he’s still trying to figure stuff out) - Age of Calamity: He can’t speak and and tries to come off as emotionless, but his personality still shines through his blank exterior. He’s cooked a lot before, but it wasn’t until after the war he’s tried to make it an actual hobby, because he never really had much of those before.

Trill - never ask a fairy her age - she/her - Cadence of Hyrule: She’s CoH!Link’s best friend and an assist fairy. She used to assist him with speaking-and the whole Assist Mode in the actual game-but since he doesn’t need that anymore, she chooses to help Calli with speaking instead.

Cadence - 16 - he/him - Cadence of Hyrule: He’s a bit quiet, but can talk on his own when needed. He can’t be killed-although he can die of old age-and will not let anyone know of this fact. For now. He also has a large hoard of diamonds on hand, and will jump at the opportunity to get more.

Kori - 15.25 - he/him - The CD-i games: Can not stand reflective surfaces for a multitude of reasons, only goes near bodies of water if he knows it’s safe. Does not tell anybody about this. He’s very cheerful and friendly, and has picked out most of the other Links’ nicknames by himself. His winged helm hides his eyes, which look quite uncanny to those that see them.

Cart - 15.23 - he/him - The Zelda Cartoon: Not as bad as in the actual cartoon. Somewhat lazy when it comes to anything other than heroing, flirting with Zelda, and napping. Complains a lot. Just generally insufferable, as teens kinda are. The universe will not allow him to swear, even though he really wants to. Somehow best friends Kori.

King Gustaf - 46 give or take a few years - he/him - The Minish Cap: There’s this fan theory that King Gustaf was actually the Hero of Men in the MC, which is what I’m going with for Uncanon Fates. He’s very wise, but also the most excited about this whole thing. It’s been decades since he’s done anything adventurous. He loves making new friends. He’s one of the first kings of Hyrule, and also holds the Light Force, also known as the Triforce of Wisdom.

Triforce of Wisdom - as old as the land itself i guess - does not care is literally a magical prism - Cartoon Zelda+CD-i games(at least the first two): Yeah I’m making the triforce talk. Less rhyming but still gives out vague advice. Currently in the king’s possession. Kori and Cart flock to him like birds.

Linkku - around 19 mentally, he’s basically a demigod he can live for a long time - they/he - Ancient Hero from TotK: Can’t say much about what he does in the comic, but I can tell you a bit of the made up backstory I made up. They’re Rauru and Sonia’s son and are being raised by a surviving Zonai and a Gerudo. Lesbians. His adventure mainly consisted of trying better the relationships between the Hylians and the Gerudo and fighting off what currently remained of Ganon’s evil magic.

After the first two-three-maybe even four if I feel like the characters aren’t fleshed out enough-chapters are done, they’ll be meeting some of the Hyrule Warriors cast-HW Link and Linkle will be the only Links there-who will be first briefly introduced in an interlude, and then the 3 Links I mentioned before at the start will come in and make you feel things. Impa, Zelda, and another character will also be there. That’s it for now, thanks for the ask.

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Sweetie purred like a small motor and trilled in greeting, clearly appreciating the ear scratches, before she went to nose at the luggage.

Thomas watched this with a grin, which he at least had the manners to soften when Thera glanced at him again. “Hmm, five, not counting this one. But if more folk than that need a place to stay and haven’t found it yet, we’ll make room,” he assured with a kind of mad sincerity that said he was entirely glad to do so and certain he and his staff were up to the challenge.

“Not that the other inns would, but I personally refuse to leave a person out in the cold and unfed. I’ll have two of the lads reach the trains and ask round–I’d rather not have anyone out there alone, especially this late in the day. If you’ll allow me, I’ll get the fire started for you, then go below to put the kettle on.”

“Thank you.” Thera looked gratefully at the innkeeper, gave a short, appreciative nod. “I’m happy to go back with them if need be.” She didn’t want to get into the ifs and maybes of the other inns, or whether they would shelter someone who didn’t have the means to pay. All she knew for certain was that her conscience wouldn’t let her have a room while others - very specifically, children - were taking their chances in the cold.

“It’s bad enough out there for the adults, much less youngsters.” Murmured half under her breath, though she likely wasn’t telling Mr Blanky anything he didn’t already know.

“If someone else needs this one, they’re to have it.” It wouldn’t be the first night she’d spent in an armchair by a fire if so. “For the moment, though, I’ll settle in and join you downstairs.”

[songbirdsingingthings]

Chapter Two - Calling All Callers!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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“Your Grace, I-” You sputtered, dipping into a small curtsy, trying to show your respect to the duke’s son. The red-and-white haired man simply raised a hand, waving off the courtesy to show no harm was done.

“There is no need, Miss… Yagi.” Shouto said hesitantly. You gave him a smile and nodded.

“It really is a pleasure to meet you, but I am curious, how do you know my brother?” You ask.

“He and I studied at UA together a couple of years ago.” Izuku commented, beaming at the two of you. A bright grin sprouted across your face.

“Oh, how lovely!” You enthused. “I’ve heard wonderful things from both the critics and Izuku about that institution, people say it’s one of the finest in the country.” This earns a slim smile to spread across Shouto’s face, so thin in fact, that if one weren’t looking specifically for it they would miss it. You just happened to catch it.

“Yes, it was certainly a rewarding experience - the professors there allow a great amount of knowledge to pass through their students.” Shouto’s voice was measured and direct, matching what he was wearing. It was a handsome grey velvet suit with small gold details on the cuffs and coattails, and he had a white cravat with matching gold features. 

“Curses, would you look at the time,” Izuku mutters, in his hand a pocket watch. “I’m terribly sorry to cut this introduction short, but it is time that Y/N and I must be departing.” You shoot your brother a bewildered look.

“But Brother, it is quite early,” You noted, wanting to continue the conversation the three of you were having.

“Under normal circumstances you are indeed correct, but I’m sure you would like to be well-rested for tomorrow morning.” He says, a somewhat shyness seeping into his voice. It then suddenly clicked for you - callers. It was custom that the morning following the first ball of the season, young men would be invited into the homes of the young ladies they had an interest in, often bringing along with them gifts.

“Ah, quite right,” you say softly, the daunting events of the next morning making you a little uneased. Out of a nervous habit, you pulled your silk gloves higher on your arms - even though they were at their highest - and sighed. “Your Grace, it was lovely to meet and converse with you this evening. I do hope you excuse our early departure,” You tell Shouto, genuine disappointment in his voice. Shouto simply nodded.

“Of course, Lady Yagi. It truly was a pleasure.” You cutsied with a simper and took Izuku’s arm.

“We must get together properly, how about you come to our club?” Izuku offers.

“Indeed, that would be nice.” Shouto confirms, a hand outstretched to shake your brother’s. From there you bid your adieu and followed Izuku back to where your father was located. The carriage ride home passed by a lot quicker than you would’ve thought, your mind running rampant with questions about the duke’s son.

“Up, up, up!” You whine as you hear Mei trill about. As soon as she pulls back the curtains, the offensive light shines into your eyes causing you to squint.

“What time is it,” you groan as you arch your back into a stretch. Mei rolls her eyes and gives you a grin.

“It is time for you to get up, Miss Yagi.” She replies. You frown as you hear her address you in such a formal way.

“Mei, I’ve told you before - please call me Y/N. We’ve been friends since we were little.” 

“And I hope you remember that when you marry some rich man,” she quips, earning a stuck out tongue from you. The two of you always were in sync when you were getting ready for the day. You slip into your chemise and moisturize your hands while Mei is behind you tightening the restricting corset around your torso. Then comes the dress. “Which one, Y/N.” Mei asks, making a point to emphasize your name. You give her a smirk and turn your attention to the dresses she was holding. One of them was a pretty pale pink and had a sheer lace pattern on top while the other was a sage green with a darker green satin bow tied around.

“I don’t know…” you mumble, closely inspecting both of them. You acknowledged that both of the colors and features presented a different attitude - while pink bore a more innocent approach to society, the sage green displayed a much more mature tone.

“Personally, I love both, but I think the sage green is your winner.” A deeper but still feminine voice filtered into your room from behind you. Recognizing it immediately, a wide grin spread across your face. You turned around to find your governess from when you were young, Nemuri Kayama.

“Mrs. Kayama!” You exclaim, rushing towards the woman and enveloping her in a hug. While your actions might’ve been seen as improper by most of the public, your relationship with your governess was far different than the norm. When Inko, your mother, died, Nemuri helped to pick up the pieces. She was your father’s friend from when they were younger - happening to live right next to each other. From the raw age of eleven, Nemuri became your mother-figure and governess, teaching you how to become an integral part of society but not be quieted and coddled. She taught you to be strong.

“Y/N my dear, it’s truly been too long since the last time I saw you.” She said earnestly, returning your tight hug. “But we are on a tight schedule today - callers will be coming any moment!” Nemuri exclaimed, leading you back to Mei. “Mei, it is wonderful to see you again.” Mei brightens at the raven-haired woman’s words and smiles. 

“It’s an honor, Mrs. Kayama! And to be clear, we are going with the sage green?” Mei questioned, holding up the pretty dress. With a simple but clear nod, Nemuri allowed space for Mei to help you into your dress as she went to grab something from the basket she carried. 

“Mei, before you do her hair, I have something,” She says, walking back over to you with something wrapped in tissue paper. “For you, my dear.” Nemuri places the wrapped gift in your hand. Daintily, you peeled back the layer to reveal a stunning hair comb. Detailed with gold plated flowers, the comb fit perfectly with your outfit - in the center of each group of petals were pearls.

“Mrs. Kayama…” you say, at a loss for words. Her hands work along with Mei’s as they style your hair into an updo, letting some of the front hairs stay down to make it look more effortless. Finally, Nemuri takes the comb from your hand and nestles it into your hair.

“It was my mother’s and it would be my greatest wish for you to have it.” She says, giving you a smile through your mirror.

“I couldn’t possibly-” you start.

“Y/N. I want you to have it. I have no children, nor will I ever, but I do have you.” Nemuri rests her hands lightly on your shoulders. You bring one of yours up to touch her’s, grabbing hold of it.

“Thank you.”

“Miss Yagi, I would encourage you to settle into the parlor soon, it’s almost 11 o’clock,” A maid said from around the corner. You quickly stood and slipped on your lacy gloves and looked back to both Mei and Nemuri for a final approval of your outfit. You were greeted with encouraging smiles - all you needed to scamper off down the stairs and into the parlor. Waiting there was both your father who was reading this morning’s newspaper.

“Sorry for being a bit tardy, I was catching up with Mrs. Kayama,” you explain, settling onto one of the pristine white couches that adorned the beautiful room. Originally designed and decorated by your late mother, it was full of everything she loved. From the powder pink walls to the white detailing, the beautiful chandelier that dangled from the ceiling, and the most comfortable but chic furniture, all of it seemed to scream ‘Inko’.

“That’s quite alright darling,” he says taking a sip of his tea.

“Is Izuku off with Lady Uraraka? I remember him mentioning that he wanted to take her to the sweets shop downtown,” You mention, smoothing out the folds of your dress.

“Actually, he is-” Your father begins but is cut off by the shuffling of feet. He simply waves the conversation off, signaling that the two of you would continue it later. You, however, were scrambling to your feet in order to look presentable. In walked two of your butlers, and behind them, a group of about five young men.

“Callers for Miss Yagi?” 

And with one sentence, those four little words, your afternoon was whirled into a twister. You felt flattered, of course, but some of the young men that called for you were just so… dull. Just like at the ball the previous night, Lord Ojirou was kind but boring - his conversation going in one ear and out the other. But, to be polite, you wore a kind smile and nodded when needed. Sir Koda was incredibly shy, so you had to take the reins on your chat. It wasn’t awful, in fact, he was a rather nice man to talk to. He was even so kind hearted as to bring you two white parakeets - a gift for giving him your time. Lord Kaibara and Lord Shoda were both nice enough, each bearing expensive flowers and boxes of sweets. And finally, you were onto the worst out of the bunch. You figured that the afternoon was going nicely, a bit too nicely. Then, of course, Lord Mineta had to walk on in. While he brought along a gift that was nice enough, a pair of sheer lace gloves, he was insufferable to converse with. You made eye contact with your father several times and knew that if he could kick the young lord out, he would, but for the sake of your family’s reputation he abstained. You suppressed a sigh as your conversation with Lord Mineta took quite a serious turn, already talking about a possible engagement between the two of you.

“Oh Miss Yagi, I can see it now - you and I, a large house in the midst of the city, about ten children-”

“Ten?!” You exclaim, a nervous smile on your face as you brought out your fan.

“But of course!” Your conversation with him continued down this unfortunate path but you chose to focus on the opening door behind him to reveal your brother. You let a breath of relief flow out from you as you saw his familiar face, but it soon morphed to one of curiosity, because behind him, was Shouto Todoroki. You registered Lord Mineta continuing to drone on but your eyes stayed on the duke’s son, watching his simple mannerisms as he followed Izuku to where your father was sitting. It only took another moment for the red-and-white haired man to return your gaze. It was like a fresh rain had descended upon you - a wave of solace seemed to wash over you as your eye-contact remained, finding comfort in his heterochromatic eyes. It was broken, however, when you felt someone’s hands on top of your gloved ones. Wrenching your head back quickly to the man, if you could even call him that, in front of you, you started to feel a light panic rise within you. What on Earth am I doing entertaining this guy? Like hell would I ever become engaged to a man like him, you thought.

“As I was saying, Lady Yagi, I was mentioning how it would be more than kind of you to join me to promenade tomorrow - perhaps noon?” Lord Mineta said, a sickening smirk spreading across his face. You glanced over at Shouto to see he was still looking at you and flashed him a look of desperation.

“I, umm, that is very kind of you Lord Mineta, however I find myself occupied tomorrow.” You say, trying to find any excuse to get out of the situation he hopes to find the two of you in.

“That is curious because I remember talking to the other callers you so selflessly entertained and they mentioned nothing about making plans with you,” Damn, he caught me in a lie. I am surely in for it now.

“That’s because I have made plans with Lady Yagi.” A cool tone graced the room and you turned your head to look up at the speaker. Shouto stood next to you and looked at Lord Mineta with indifference in his expression, but pure confidence flickered in his eyes.

“O-Of course Your Grace!” Lord Mineta stuttered, letting go of your hands. You quickly returned your hands to your side, accidentally brushing one across Shouto’s sleeve. “If you would excuse me, I have some business to attend to! Lovely, of course, to chat with you Miss Yagi.” He says and walks quickly out of the room. As soon as the doors were shut, you sighed with relief and turned to face Shouto.

“Thank you so much for helping me,” you confess, giving him a tired smile. “I don’t intend to be rude, but Lord Mineta was-”

“He was incredibly inappropriate and completely mindless.” He says. The bluntness of his words made you laugh, even causing you to bend over a bit.

“Nicely put, Your Grace.” You compliment, amusement still leaking from your voice. He gives you a small smile. “Were you and Izuku at our family’s club? I hope everything was to your satisfaction,” You comment, inviting him to take a seat next to you on the couch. He takes your offer and settles down beside you.

“It was very pleasant indeed, your family was kind enough to provide me with the finest of activities there.” He confirms. You grin and discard your gloves, wanting to rid Lord Mineta’s presence from your memory. You don’t realize, being too preoccupied with the lacy accessories, but his breath hitched a bit at your casual actions.

“I normally don’t get to go, it being a gentleman’s place and all,” you say as you arrange the gloves by your side, “but on special occasions when it’s closed I do love to go horseback riding there. The paths and roads there are always brimming with beauty.” You look back to him.

“Unfortunately I wasn’t able to partake in such recreations, perhaps I shall take a ride another time.” Shouto says.

“I’m sure my brother would love to take you, he absolutely adores his horse but don’t tell anyone I told you that.” You snicker, eyeing Izuku to make sure he wasn’t listening. It seemed to be that he was very absorbed in a conversation with your father, one that he started the moment he walked into the parlor.

“Well, if things go according to plan for Izuku, I do believe he will have less opportunities to give his time to his friends.” Shouto says, a warmer tone to his voice. It took a moment to connect the dots, but your face lit up when it did.

“Is he asking father to permit him to propose to Lady Uraraka?!” You whisper-squeal, your head drifting closer to Shouto’s.

“Indeed,” He whispers back, his smile beginning to widen.

“Well, if he’s too busy to accompany you, I wouldn’t mind doing so.” You say softly, your eyes flicking back to his. Noticing the not-so-far distance between the two of you, you lean back and blush. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, showing nothing to insinuate that he was uncomfortable.

“That would be nice, Miss Yagi.” You think a bit at how he addresses you and smiles.

“Please, Your Grace, call me Y/N. You see, whenever I do an activity with another whether it be picnicking, eating flavored ice, or horseback riding, I consider them my friend. And as my friend, I prefer to be called by my first name.” You say confidently. You can see Shouto clearly process your words and he in turn gives you a soft smile.

“If I am to call you Y/N, then if you wouldn’t mind, I would like you to call me Shouto.” For some reason, butterflies seemed to take flight in your chest when he said those words to you - like your soul had told you that this moment was one to remember.

“Alright then, Shouto.” You quip, a sly grin donning your face.

“How about tomorrow then?” He suggests quickly. You sit back, stunned a bit as his eagerness.

“Huh?” You say shocked.

“Well I did say that I had plans with you tomorrow,” His voice seemed to become a bit more shy as he explained himself, but still held steady. Recalling your interaction from earlier, you laugh a bit and nod.

“Yes, you certainly did. Tomorrow should do splendidly.” You assure him.

“Thank you Father! Thank you!” Your brother’s shouts of excitement pulled you from your conversation with the duke’s son and towards Izuku.

“What? What happened?” You stand up and rush over to your father and brother. Izuku seemed to have a sparkle in his eye, and wait, was that a tear?

“Tomorrow I will be proposing to Lady Uraraka.” He says breathlessly. You let out a shriek of excitement and wrap your arms around him, giving him a bone crushing hug.

“Izuku, that’s wonderful!” You shout with glee. The two of you spin around a bit and you were stationary enough to catch Shouto’s eye, a look of happiness spread across his face.

“Sorry, we can be kind of an energetic family,” You laugh, straightening your dress back out. He, to your surprise, chuckles.

“No, no, I’m not bothered by any means.” He replies. Shouto checks his pocket watch and sighs, regretfully looking back up to the three of you. “Unfortunately, I must be taking my leave. My father and I have some things to take care of, but Lady Yagi, I look forward to our sally tomorrow.” He says, tucking his pocket watch back into his coat.

“Y/N.” You emphasize. Shouto nods and smiles.

“Y/N.” He says, waving as he steps out of the parlor. As soon as it’s confirmed he exited your house, both your father and brother turned to you, expectant expressions on their faces. “What?” You ask, walking back over to fold up your gloves, handing them to a maid so that she could rush them to the washroom.

“Well, how were your callers?” Izuku asked. You roll your eyes and stretch your arms, feeling a little stiff after sitting for hours upon hours.

“They were… fine. Sir Koda was certainly nice to talk to and Lord Ojirou was, well, nice.” You realize that the two of them weren’t really satisfied with your responses, looking for more. “Really, that’s all I can say. None of them were that wondrous.” Your father hummed and closed his newspaper, standing up to rub a hand affectionately on your shoulder.

“You seemed quite friendly with the duke’s son,” he said, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. Unwillingly, you felt your face heat up and try to temper it before it became apparent to the two men.

“Oh, Shouto? He is very polite and kind - the two of us are actually going riding tomorrow.” You say casually as you take a teacup from the table and take a sip of the chamomile that was sitting in it. You hummed at the taste, calmness running through your nerves.

“Shouto, huh?” Izuku said, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging you with his shoulders. You simply rolled your eyes and set the teacup back on its saucer.

“Izuku, you know my friendship policy,” you respond.

“So that was all you planned for? Being friends with him?” You father inquired, a genuine look of curiosity on his face.

“Well, yes, that was what I planned for. I wouldn’t mind it at all if he was my friend. In fact, I would like it very much.” You decide, a soft smile spreading across your face.

“Sis, I know that smile,” Izuku says, pointing a finger at your face.

“What smile am I wearing then?” You ask, raising a brow.

“It’s the same one when Father brought Lord Takami by when you were thirteen.” He says, smiling cockily. The blush on your face returned and you shook your head.

“You're being foolish,” you respond, gently pushing your brother away, earning grins and chuckles from your father and Izuku. While you tried to negate your feelings, you couldn’t help but let yourself admire Shouto - granted, it may be in a more, well, romantic way then you would’ve originally intended. However, that is probably not what he needed. He needed a friend to go horseback riding with and that was what you would be. For now.

A/N: In case any of you were confused, the reason why Shouto got so flustered when Y/N took of their gloves is because it was technically considered improper for women to physically touch a man whose not part of her family without wearing them. So, even though Y/N didn’t touch him, he was still a little shocked by her casual actions :) 

[awoken-lights]

“UNF” Dawn for Core. He def picks them up so he can lean in to kees them easier. And he def leaves Solar marks wherever he touches.

They hadn’t remembered when they’d mentioned to Dawn that they liked being picked up. It was likely after the time he’d helped them through a panic attack by carrying them somewhere quieter. The feeling of being picked up, especially by those taller and bigger than them (which were most people in all honesty), often made them feel safe. Dawn was no exception, as they quite liked it when the Titan picked them up and moved them around.

When he picked them up and settled them on the edge of the counter, they were in the middle of giggling when the sound was muffled by the kisses from Dawn. Wrapping their arms around his neck, they shivered and trilled into the kisses at the feeling of his Solar leaving marks on their thighs, waist, and arms. It was moments like these ones that made them happy about the number of crop tops they had.

They left their own Void marks on his cheeks, neck, and arms. When they took a moment to breathe, Core looked up at him with Void lights dancing in their eyes and a bright smile on their lips. “I like this side of you,” they murmured, a hint of teasing in their voice as they wrapped their legs around his waist, “Don’t s-suppose you feel like leaving more marks?”

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Unf...

Send me “Umf” If your muse thinks my muse is hot.

More delighted purring and trilling. Instead of saying anything, though, Ironhide is just going to lean in and nuzzle at Ash’s jaw a bit before leaving a nipping kiss. It’s obvious he appreciates and returns the sentiment.

[deviline]

hc + mother.

Has any child come into the world so loved and cherished as Lisette, born during the darkest hours of March and laid to sleep in a cradle ringed with holly? Mother spent that night giving gifts of jewelry and silver to any and all who would stand still enough to receive them; The Lady Ryella was said to have only ever longed for the Summer Isles, that she had only ever traveled to twice in her life, gazing rapturously on the infant hazel of her daughter’s hair.

It would darken, the older she grew– black and soft as spun silk. But for those first years, her hair was all dayglow and honey, as hers.

Great things had always been expected of Ryella, daughter of White Harbor, of the Sweet Lotus Vale—but she takes after her father more than her much-vaunted mother, quick-tempered and decisive, willful. She does not even inherit her mother’s sea-longing; the calling of gulls does not tug at her heart,  neither the sweet salt of the Sunset Sea, she prefers the trilling of waxwings, and the forests of The North.

The first time Lord Umber came to her in White Harbor, to ask her to be his wife, his hands shook so badly that he spilled honeyed wine on the hem of her dress. She forgot many things, in all that came after, but not the sight of him – proud beast of a man– going to his knees, touching the hem of her green-forest gown.

She grows fat with her first daughter, so much so that it’s near-comical—though she is less amused when Lord Umber’s cheeks begin to hollow, deep circles growing beneath his eyes. He will not tell her what makes him so ill with worry, which worries her more. 

Her Father loves his grandsons and granddaughter, so much so that for a while Ryella is afraid he might decide to renounce his home in White Harbor altogether to stay in Last Hearth. Finally, Lord Umber has to write to Ryella’s mother, and all-but-beg her to come and collect her husband, so that he and his wife might be left alone with their sons and daughter. 

Lisette is a sweet, cheerful babe, all smiles and dimples, and Ryella does not know how fortunate she is until Arvin is born, squalling, hungry, sleepless, forever upset about this or that. (She does not know how such a beautiful baby can be so red and miserable.) The Lady Manderly comes when Ryella writes her begging for aid, and she has never been so grateful to see her mother, if only for a few hours rest.

(Once or twice, Ryella comes on her mother rocking Arvin back and forth, murmuring, shhh, shhh, sweetling—you want too much, it will bring you grief.)

She becomes self-conscious around her fortieth year, when her hair is more silver than gold, and gentle lines begin to show at the corners of her eyes —especially since Lord Umber is still fair and youthful as he ever was, strong, glowing with health. You have married a crone, she sighs, when she catches their reflections together in her mirror. Never, he tells her, fiercely.(She is beautiful to him as the first he saw her, to the last.)

They are happy, for long years they are happy; she dances with her sons on the shores of the the Last Lake, teaches her daughters to listen for waxwings, nightingales, the white does she well loves– every night Lisette sits in her lap, beautiful, silver daughter of the North, and lets her braid her hair with blue and white ribbons, such sweet a child, saying not a word of protest when Mother accidentally tugs at a loose curl a bit too hard, only snuggling against the warmth of her furs. They foster kings and princes, kinsmen whether by her blood or Lord Umber’s.  Her marriage-bed is warm, and full of joy. Last Hearth is called amongst them, in jest, the last Homely House, and all are welcome.

(Ryella, who has spent long years of her life beneath the auspices of war and flight from darkness, swallowing, does not trust it. Her good husband, Lord Umber, who knew loss young and fears it will come calling if left unfed, does not either. They do not discuss this, in the hope that without a name, sorrow cannot be summoned.)

It comes for them anyway.

[ask-the-guardian-of-the-seas]

UNF from Innes 'cause DUH

Perhaps…the unf didn’t work out quite well enough for innes to really..pin the giant bird to his place and looked rather goofy lizard spread over his neck but he bent it down to gently nip her shoulder as he trilled.

“Well, you have me caught, what are you going to do beautiful?”

[nitroidwrites]

When A Gentleman

...wears a suit.

Part 1 of the When A Gentleman series.

Summary: In the middle of a train station at West Kanagawa, Kise forgets how to breathe when he catches sight of Aomine in a suit.

Playing around with aokise / high school senior setting / reconnecting

“Hey, handsome.” Aomine smirked, releasing his arm.

He looked different.

Also, he was in a suit.

A very nice suit.

“Take care!”

“We’ll text you the new photobook link!”

“See you!” Kise called back as the doors to the studio came to a close behind him, the voices of his colleagues fading.

As he looked up, the sky seemed a little gloomy with the promise of rain. Checking his watch, Kise realized he was going to be late for basketball practice if he didn’t make a run for the station right that instant. His new ankle boots weren’t exactly made for running through the city, but he could handle himself just fine.

This was his last year in Kaijo High. Finals were around the corner, and so was summer. He could think of a large number of places he wanted to go to for vacation - namely, Kanagawa’s beach, which he’d become very familiar with over the past couple of years - but this last year was important. Kise knew he had to choose between entering university - which meant more exams - and taking a more serious role with his modeling career, something he vaguely enjoyed doing now that he had grown more accustomed to what the job entailed.

“--in the next week, but I’ll catch up with you soon--”

“--can’t believe he said that, I just--”

“--not today but we’ll probably arrange that on another day--”

“--same, I know, it’s absolutely terrifying--”

Voices drifted past him as Kise caught slices and mini-chunks of conversation, moving as quickly as he could through the late afternoon crowd that had just exited the West exit of Kanagawa station. People were either rushing, just like him, or taking their sweet time to move through the lanes and bleed into the shopping district.

Young school kids in groups, cellphones out, talking loudly, adults laughing in mid-conversation as they brushed past them, college kids carrying some takeaway lattes for afternoon classes, salarymen on cellphones, murmuring their responses to clients - Kise entered the fast-moving crowd with practiced ease. He pressed the card on his palm against the ticket sensor, and the machine allowed him access to the rest of the station.

Swerving past a couple of women in matching dresses, he absently returned their shy adoring smiles with an automatic one of his own. They burst into an excited flurry of whispers as he walked by, headed straight for the stairs. Kise’s long legs allowed him to take the steps by three at a time.

“Unf.” Kise’s shoulder collided with someone, and a hand on his arm helped compose him. “Ah, thanks. And sorry-”

He trailed off, making eye contact with dark blue eyes and a smug, bad boy smirk.

“A-Aomine!” Kise felt his heartbeat quicken and told himself that it was just the after-effects of having a brisk walk.

He hadn’t seen the Touou ace since their last Winter Cup (in which Seirin had won again), and with school, growing up, breaking up with a college girl, and side jobs, Kise realized he hadn’t seen much of anyone, lately.

“Hey, handsome.” Aomine smirked, releasing his arm.

He looked different.

A little taller, shoulders broader, and he’d definitely bulked up significantly. Aomine’s voice had always been deep since he’d hit puberty, but his voice had a sort of grown-up feel about it now.

Also, he was in a suit.

A very nice suit.

Kise felt his breath hitch and completely leave his body as soon as his eyes traveled involuntarily down Aomine’s muscular frame. The handsome Touou ace was dressed in a  form-fitting, deep navy blazer with matching slacks, paired with a pair of shiny black oxfords. Kise felt his mouth hit the floor.

“Heh.” Aomine caught his stare and grinned, a little shy, a little smug. “Like what you see?”

Yes, Kise wanted to scream, but his mouth wasn’t connecting to his brain, and there seemed to be a distinct lack of air in the station. Maybe he was coming down with something. It had to be the weather or from anticipating the upcoming finals, or that chicken sandwich he had on the way to the studio.

“--on my way to my uncle’s wedding.” Aomine was saying, shoving his hands in his pockets as he rocked on the balls of his feet. “I haven’t seen my uncle since I was six. Dad was saying he’s glad he finally found someone to settle down with, so it’s cool. Guess she’s pretty. I haven’t met her yet.”

You’re pretty, Kise wanted to say, but held his tongue and settled for a polite smile and nod.

Aomine’s hair was combed back in a nice style that suited his sharp face, and nicely showed off the defined angles of his jaw. He looked flushed, and happy. Somehow, the way he carried himself in that moment showed Kise a little of his excitement and a vague sort of modeling potential.

He was cute.

“Is it going to be held in Kanagawa, or are you just passing through?” Kise asked politely, remembering his manners.

“Right over at Hokoku-ji in Kamakura.” Aomine’s lopsided grin was infectious, and rare. “I’m just here to pick up some gifts.”

“The one with the gorgeous bamboo forest?” Kise smiled. “That’s an awesome place to tie the knot.”

“Yeah.” Aomine bit his lower lip and shrugged. “It’s getting warm, but I kinda wanna keep my jacket on.”

Kise tilted his head and studied Aomine openly, trying to ingrain the memory of his ex-Teiko schoolmate into his mind.

“You look really good.” Kise admitted smoothly. “I’m jealous. You’re like an adult right now.”

Aomine’s cheeks flushed, ever so slightly, but it made Kise flush a little, too. The station was warm.

“Thanks, it’s like an honor, coming from you.” Aomine settled for a teasing tone. “Model-kun.”

With a shy laugh, Kise reached for his shoulders, brushing away imaginary dust, but mainly just to feel his toned deltoids beneath that smooth expanse of jacket.

“May I?” He asked, and received a nod from Aomine, who looked a little awkward as he came closer.

The blond’s hands deftly re-adjusted Aomine’s loosely made tie, gently righting it in place before tugging gently at his collar to get his tie up to the groove between his collarbone and throat. Aomine swallowed and looked away. He seemed a little nervous, but that was okay. Maybe this was his first wedding reception.

“So manly.” Kise finished with a gentle pat on Aomine’s left pectoral, which felt hard and toned. “There you go, handsome.”

Aomine looked around the station, probably hinting that he needed to go.

Kise nodded and stepped back. “Okay, all good. Uh, enjoy yourself, okay? It’s going to be great. And remember to smile.”

“Yeah.” Aomine’s gaze collided with his, and a small smile curved the corners of his mouth. “Hey, Kise?”

The Kaijo high school senior shot him a quizzical look.

“Can I maybe…” Aomine ran a hand through his hair. “...get your number?”

They hadn’t really been in contact since their first year, and that had been mainly about basketball tournaments and the like. Between school and practice and juggling the thought of growing up and entering university, they didn’t quite have time for renewing connections like this. Kise knew he shouldn’t be feeling awkwardly happy, but the blush that spread across his cheeks to his neck gave him away.

“Sure.” He digs out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. “Touch contact?”

Aomine’s fingers brush against Kise’s fingertips as their slide the backs of their smartphones together. Kise tries hard not to notice. Their phones light up with a gentle beep, and the faces of both high school seniors appear on their respective screens.

“Thanks.” Aomine’s smile sends tendrils of happiness around Kise’s heart. “Hey, um, I’ll text you.”

Kise nods and gets distracted by the train whooshing in from the neighboring station. “This is me.”

“See you!” Aomine calls as he makes a dash for the train’s nearest door.

Three stations away from Kaijo High, Kise’s phone trills a familiar chime, and the teenager flips out his phone to check his notifications.

One on one sometime?

Aomine has never made use of emoji, and Kise has outgrown them. But his heart leaps as he receives a follow-up - a bouncy basketball with a dark-haired player from a famous sports anime.

I might win. You ok with that?

Sending off his reply with a smile, Kise leans against the transparent glass at the side of a row of seats. Through the glass of the doors, he notices a group of college girls eying him from across the interior of the public train. One of them says something and the rest giggle. Their looks tell him that they wouldn’t mind if he strolled over and struck up a conversation.

On a regular day, Kise might have actually tossed them a smile, but today was different. His mind was filled with a certain Touou high school senior.

We’ll see.

He couldn’t wait.

[songbirds-and-bows]

AH (from @lordofcrowns)

@lordofcrowns bowed to the Randomizer of fate and got...: Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

The songbird had managed to curl on the edge of the table, lute cradled in her lap and hands wandering the strings with strums and plucks while she watched the miqo’te.  Sometimes her laugh was merry and Cyril was treated to the odd way of melded music and words, the Qalli teasing with music as much as she did with words.

She was almost delicate, until he saw the way her humor edged and her teeth were sharp.  Until he saw the glint of the metal she capped her horns with, and the way it hid slightly sharper ends than some of the Xaela or Raen that passed through his hands.

And then the way that Koke’s head tilted and she looked at him - and her fingers curled around the lute’s neck and he realized that Koke had sung a question to him and was waiting.  In the space of asking and her inevitable not-patience, the Qalli had started to move just enough that the Xaela was no longer on the table, hopped down and trilling a louder and wider note to him.

Cyril’s smile was slow, gloves pulled off and set down - as soon as he stood the Qalli brightened and smiled in return.  And she didn’t move back even when he stood right in front, an ear flicking as he recalled what she had been asking him - amusing, how the Xaela seemed to have absolutely no concept of concern when he grinned down at her.

“I trade in many things, little one, but none of them are songs.  As often as you ask.” He laughed at the sweet sing-song note of whine she made, reaching a hand and catching under her chin and tilting her head back - that made her silent, putting her ever-present feeling of music on pause until she made a note, finally, Cyril watching her tail curl.

She backed up a pace but he stayed close because it was barely a pace for her to hit the wall and she sang a note that he fancied was concern or confusion - but the little Qalli didn’t angle her horns at him like he fancied she would have.  Koke’s head was tilted back and his finger brushed against the scales from chin down, feeling the vibration when she sang again and this time the words were in her native tongue from the fluid way they bled, one to another, but he could pick out some of the words.  Her question and demand he step back made his smile grow just a bit because the demands were softly sung and she didn’t back them up with any threats.

His grin was almost edged - he played polite to Koke, kind to her, but sometimes one had to test.  And when he wanted to prod to see what she would do - apparently he could, as much as he delighted in it.  She either trusted him, liked him... or something else he didn’t know, because she allowed it.

[condomglitter]

"unf" //sets this down

Send me “unf” for your muse to pin mine against the wall.

     Of all the reactions she’d expected to her outfit, this had not been one of them. It had been too good an opportunity to pass up, though. So many of the events they attended called for such professional attire – suits and skirts and dresses that didn’t show near enough shoulder or leg. She did what she could with dress codes like that, but it still wasn’t her usual style. Or… well. She supposed that now it was her usual style, seeing as she was usually under the constrains of those expectations. At this event, though…

     Well. It wasn’t technically KaibaCorp business, now, was it? 

     Seto should have known what to expect, when he had known she’d gone off with neither his supervision nor any real ‘supervision’ at all. The bodyguards lingered, of course, ever present in their duties, but they had about as much control over Natalie as the general public did, when it came to her outfits. He was the one with any real sway – slim though that sway was – and he hadn’t been anywhere near when she’d left the house.

     No - he’d been called away to an emergency in the office, and she hadn’t been planning to go to the convention without him; but when Mokuba had asked if she would help Yugi, she hadn’t been able to refuse. She had seen him perhaps a handful of times, but he had always been polite, kind, and courteous. He was a good friend to Seto, too, whether he decided to acknowledge it or not – and she was not the sort to turn down a friend in need. If he needed ‘pretty girls’ (so said Mokuba, the budding marketing genius) to help at his booth, then she would step up and step in. 

     Yet still, when he appeared later in the day, causing quite a screaming scene of fans as he approached the Kame Games booth, he seemed startled and flustered by her choice of attire. She had greeted him with a sunny smile and welcomed him to the booth, opening a wide gesturing arm toward the wide array of rare cards and different games they had on display;; his eyes had not been on any of it, though.      Only her. 

     She had chosen it with him in mind, being completely fair to the poor boy. The torn jeans that stretched tight around her thighs were just as snug around her hips, accentuating every curve of her figure – and especially what she considered to be her greatest ass-et, pun intended. Her crop top of choice was an ice blue affair crafted of lace, a soft compliment to the stark white of her bottoms. Similarly hued heels encased her feet, lifting her four inches taller and delivering the gift that all heels gave to what was already an impressive rear view.      Most notably chosen for him, though, was the sheer shawl that ‘covered’ her form – draped upon her freckled shoulders, the design was less obvious when her arms were at her sides. Yet, as she lifted them up and moved around the booth, it was quite clear that she wore a dragon – his dragon – around her arms. The details were subtle enough to refrain from being a costume cape, but obvious to those who knew what to recognize. It was as close to cosplay as she would ever get; subtle, and yet still eye catching. 

     Quite like the last detail, shining around her throat. The little silver choker had been an indulgence, when she was out in such a public area, but… well. She was nothing if not Extra, and having his initials snug against her throat brought her comfort when she was so far out of her depth. 

     She wasn’t sure which part he stared at more. Her dragon shawl, which should have amused him, or the necklace at her throat, that made his eyes shine with hunger that he could not act upon. Or, perhaps, it was the entire package, a confection designed for the pleasure of his gaze. 

     While Yugi’s presence alone (and the cute women he had enlisted to assist him) had brought plenty of business to their booth, the crushing crowd that came from Seto Kaiba and the newer ‘King of Games’ both being in the same area put it all to shame. Security had their work cut out for them in the ensuing chaos, and it was a testament to their skill that they were able to get it under control. Still, Seto was whisked away; and as he disappeared, Natalie realized that she too was being ushered along by their private security. She managed but a quick apology to Yugi before she disappeared into the crowds, ferried off into the back areas of the events center. 

     She found Seto in what appeared to be a quiet office, turned for the moment into a private dressing room. For who, though, she wasn’t sure; and quite frankly, she didn’t care. Perhaps it was his, though he hadn’t been scheduled for an appearance, per say - honestly, though, why he had been placed there didn’t matter so much as the fact that he was there.     He was pacing around inside like a caged tiger, back and forth across the room in quick, sharp strides. His arms were clasped tight behind his back, and she noticed that he was holding his hands so tight his knuckles seemed white. When she stepped through the door, his eyes snapped toward her – and somehow, between her coy greeting and the door’s closing, she had ended up against the wall. 

    “Oh –”      She grinned as she was thrust against it, gasping in surprise as much as in excitement. He was too fast for her to stop, even if she’d wanted to, and his strength greatly outstripped her own. Bodily, he lifted her off of the floor, pinning her there with his legs and waist. She had a hundred quips prepared, but had no time to speak. She’d barely enough time to hook her suspended legs over his hips before his mouth was on hers, a husky growl vibrating in the back of his throat as he took her breath away. 

     She felt his fingers linger at her throat, tracing across the sharp letters that rested against her skin. His thumb swept across the logo, and his grip tightened upon her airway, constricting it for but a second before he let go. With a shuddering gasp, he pulled his mouth away from hers, raking his fingers through her hair and keeping her held prisoner against the office wall. 

     “What are you wearing?” He seemed incredulous. She was quite certain that the question he had meant to ask was why she was wearing it, but decided to answer his question as literally as possible, grinning like the minx she was.      “A crop top, Seto. And a shawl. Do you like it..? I thought you might – “     He cut her off with a threatening squeeze of his fingers that set her squirming against him, yearning for yet another kiss. Instead, she was treated to a frustrated groan, which was… almost, just as good.      His voice was touched by a growl hidden deep within his throat as he let out a breath that was barely restrained, his hands drifting away from her throat to explore the curves of her form. His fingers trailed down from the necklace and across her chest, cupping the gentle swell of her breasts and dancing down to hold her ample hips against his. He had to have known that she was readying to speak again – to taunt and to tease him – because as her lips parted his found them, muffling whatever quip she had with a kiss. Hungrily, his hands raked along her sides, squeezing and lifting her ass as his hips rocked against hers, pressing him hard - oh, definitely hard - against her. 

     She tangled her hands in his hair as his lips ventured downward, teeth scraping against the sides of her choker as his mouth slipped past it, his hands gripping her thighs like a vice. She tensed beneath his palms, relishing the dull sting that came as he curled his fingertips into her flesh, almost certainly leaving bruises in the shape of him upon her skin. 

     “Explain yourself.” He growled against her throat as his exploration of her body halted, most certainly teasing her as she had tempted him. He was torn now between fulfilling his own desires and punishing her for such errant behaviour, but either way, she won. She didn’t have to answer for him to know that this was exactly what she had wanted - it was clear enough in her self satisfied grin as she rocked her hips as best she could against his own. His grip on her only tightened, though, and soon she was immobilized – trapped against the wall, more than willingly defenseless to his whims. So, as one hand raised to hold her chin steady (and notably, away from his own lips) she whimpered her excuse.

     “It’s a convention. Mokuba said I should cosplay – and I volunteered to work at the booth -”     “You’re my employee, Princess.” His tone was harsh, and the possessiveness behind it made her shiver. Strange – she didn’t usually like that in a partner, and yet… Hearing it in his voice made her heart pound, nonetheless.      “I don’t believe we share a contract with that ‘game’ shop.”     “Are you saying I’m not allowed to help Yugi?”      “I have more important work for you here.” 

     He seemed sick of their banter, and tired of holding himself back. He paused only to ensure that the door was locked before his hands made short work of her jeans, dragging them down her thighs as he turned her to face the nearby desk. She had only a moment’s respite before his hands were lifting her again, spreading her before him as he folded her across it’s surface. She felt his fingers first, dipping inquiringly inside of her – confirming that she was drenched, and more than ready for him. Though he would willingly bruise her thighs, with hand and belt alike, it was gestures like that – the quiet care with which he treated her, no matter their games – that made her heart trill. 

     She didn’t have long to linger on his romantic gestures, though. As his fingers left her, his cock swiftly replaced them, fitting inside of her in one swift stroke. She gasped, loudly, but he was quick to reach forward and grip her mouth, muffling her cry with his palm.     “Shh… not a sound, princess.” His command was torturous, and as he pulled his hand away, she could not help but whimper.    “B-but –”     Her attempt at a protest earned her a savage SLAP that shook the cheeks of her ass, leaving a stinging print of his hand behind. Around him, she tightened, using her own hands now to muffle her cries of pleasure. His fingers dug into the hand print he had left upon her skin, gripping the ample flesh around her hips and using it to pull her against him - harder, and faster, until suddenly –    He stopped.

    Her whimper now could not be muffled by her hand or his, called forth by the sudden halt to her building climax. His hand reached forth and threaded through her hair, gripping her curls like a leash and lifting her toward him. Planting her hands against the desk, she bent herself as he desired, arching her back and curling her toes.      “Maybe I shouldn’t be rewarding you, though.” His musing murmur made her shiver and whine, quieter than before – but still enough for him to tweak her nipple with a savage pinch as his free hand dipped beneath her lace top. 

     “You think it’s so fun to tease me…” His grip on her breast tightened, and still, she waited on the crux of climax. She didn’t dare try to move, though. He was in control, and she had broken enough rules already for one day.      “Perhaps…” He continued, relinquishing his hold on her and rolling his thumb across her aching chest. “I think it’s time for you to beg.”    “P-please…” She didn’t hesitate, only too willing now to do as she was told. “S..seto, please, I’m so close – “      “Close to what?” He was like a cat with a mouse, toying with her now. The purr in his voice made it sound like he enjoyed it - and she hoped, honestly, that he did. “Are you asking to cum, Natalie?”      She whimpered and nodded, but that response didn’t seem to please him. His fingers tightened their grip once more upon her breast and she yelped, though did not let the word that would end the game come to her lips. She loved every second of what he was doing, and he KNEW it. 

     “Yes. Seto, please – “     “Please what?”     “PLEASE, let me cum.”      “I don’t know, princess… maybe you should go back out there. You volunteered, remember?”

     She could feel his lips brushing along her neck, sending shivers rocketing down her spine as his breath cascaded across her shoulders. His teeth scraped once more along the choker before he nudged it aside, nipping at her throat and quite clearly making his mark upon her skin. Her eyes widened as she realized his intent, cheeks flushing quickly pink as she attempted to separate him from her throat, but he was much stronger than she was and her attempts seemed futile.     “Someone will see it –” She gasped, earning a sharp nip for her efforts.     “Good.” Was his husky response, his breath warm against her skin. Ginger brows raised in surprise and he pulled back from her throat, pressing a kiss against the blooming purple circle he had left behind. Then, another, against the nape of her neck, and just behind her ear. A trail that rose goosebumps along her skin, though nothing like the shiver of electricity that ran through her as he growled in her ear. 

     “You’re already wearing my mark… what’s one more?”   What was one more, indeed? He pressed another kiss against the mark that he had left, the brazen publicity of it all making her dizzy. She knew why they kept their secret – with the intent being to protect her, how could she not? Yet, still, she couldn’t help but wonder, at times, what it would be like. To be claimed publicly as his, to hold his hand in a crowd, and be more than his associate at events – This mark, hidden though it could be beneath the necklace that she wore, was as near to that as she supposed she would get any time soon. And lord, did the idea not make her swoon. Perhaps that was why she enjoyed that jealous tone.  (  She… wanted him to admit, to more than their family, that he… cared for her.      Wanted her.      Loved her. )

      His hands explored downward, holding her thighs as he eased away – slowly and steadily, pulling her off of his erection. She wriggled as he did, resisting how he separated them with a needy whine, but it did naught to halt his actions. In fact, her whimper seemed to quicken how he left her, pulling free with a quiet pop of finality. He had said to keep quiet – not a sound, if she remembered correctly.     (An unfair command, she thought. He knew she had a hard time with it.)

     As she turned to face him, she watched as he tucked his cock away, tying his belt once more around his waist and smoothing his costume with patient deliberation. A moment passed before he looked up at her again, her outfit in disarray thanks to his own hands. His eyes swept across her, and upon his lips, she spotted a small smile. 

     “Get dressed. We can’t have you giving KaibaCorp a bad name. You volunteered… and you shouldn’t break promises, princess.”     “Are –  you’re kidding, right?”     “You, of all people, should know I don’t kid about my company’s reputation.” He adjusted his cuffs, and shot her a dangerous look. “Do I need to tell you twice, Princess..?”      She met his glower with one of her own, tugging fabric back where it belonged – struggling to tease the jeans back over her hips, as he stood there and watched. When she finished, he reached out, righting the choker around her throat and running his thumb across the silver initials that rested but inches away from the mark he had made.

     “If you want me to finish what I started… I’m going to need you to do a better job, out there.”     “I’m an assistant – Not a sales woman.”      “You’re whatever I tell you.” He snapped back, holding her chin firm between his fingers. “And you still need to be punished for this… display. But maybe you can earn yourself some mercy by showing how obedient you are.”      In the space he left for her to do exactly that, Natalie was silent – but after a moment, dipped her head in a quiet nod, turning her gaze away from his.    “Yes, sir.”     “Good.” It was more acceptance than praise, but his fingers betrayed it as an act. They slipped along her cheek and brushed her hair behind her ear, and as she peeked up at him through her bangs, she caught sight of the love in his gaze. Stopping wasn’t easy for him, either – but it was all part of the game. It was fun, for them – and she knew that later, when the convention was over, it would make everything all the sweeter.

     “Go on, then.” His hand dropped away from her cheek, and as she turned, connected once more with the cheek of her ass. She hopped and smothered her laughter with one clenched fist, tousling her hair and straightening her outfit. She expected that to be the end of it, but as she reached the door, she heard him speak again. 

    “And, Princess..?”    “Yes, sir?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, watching as he raked his eyes along her again – still hungry, still appreciative… and still, warm and soft. Maybe it was a moment of pause in their game, or maybe it wasn’t; either way, it made the fact that she was leaving the room both better, and worse. Her hand lingered on the door, and as she moved to step through it – he smiled.      “I like your outfit.”

    The door clicked shut on her grin, and she shook her head as she strode purposefully down the hall, joining the two guards who waited at the end. Gray, her constant companion, stepped away from the wall as she approached them, and stuck near her side as they crossed the convention center to once again rejoin the work being done at the Kame Games booth. Distracted, now, it wasn’t easy to fall back into the rhythm of things – and certainly, hellish to try and do better – but then, she supposed that now, she had motivation. And, upon her throat, a second mark that claimed her as his.

    ( Oh… it was going to be a long day. )

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Uncanon Fates - Prelude | Chapter One - Pages 4+5 - Pages 6+7: You are Here! | Next - 8+9

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Uncanon Fates - Prelude | Chapter One - Pages 1+2 - Page 3: You are Here! | Next - 4+5

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Uncanon Fates Masterpost

What is Uncanon Fates About?

Uncanon Fates is a Links Meet AU where Links that are either not part of the canon timeline, or are not expanded upon in the canon timeline are included. The original Hero’s Spirit, the First Hero, somehow drifts into a dark part of the Sacred Realm, messing up the Threads of Time. Many heroes get displaced in the process, and a mysterious Three-Eyed-Goddess sends the First Hero into her realm, to help aid the other heroes. But things won’t stay contained to her realm for long, as the threads strum on, and on, and on…

Important things to note about Uncanon Fates

No consistency in update time due to life. I am but 1 person, I cannot update every week even though I would love to do that.

All Links are on the aro and/or ace spectrum, and some are also queer in other ways as well. All Links do go by he/him, and some might have other pronouns as well. But he/him pronouns are a safe choice to use for any Link here.

No Linkshipping. It just doesn’t make sense for most Links to be into each other. Some aren’t interested in romance and some already have romantic partners. There are more reasons, but I think y’all understand that I just don’t want the Links to be shipped.

PG 13~ish

Temporary character death happens more than once. Rinku is already destined to die so. Yeah. But that won’t happen anytime soon :)

Other characters that aren’t Links will appear, such as but not limited to: fairies, Zelda, and Impa. The focus will be on the Links.

Character Refs

Rinku - Sir Raven - Cali - Cadence+Trill - Kori - Cart - King Gustaf - Linkku - Captain War - Linkle - Impa - Marin - Commander Zelda - Three Eyed Goddess - … - … - … | #unf character ref

Comic Begins

Prelude

Chapter One - Links Abound | 1+2 | 3 | 4+5 | 6+7 | 8+9 | ……

Chapter Two - The First Challenge | ……

Chapter Three - Dungeon Delve | ……

Chapter ……

Miscellaneous

Fanart(exploding I’m exploding into a million pieces ehehe)

Sir Raven(+other Links from other AUs) | … | #uncanon fanart

Doodles and more

Cali’s clothes and headshot | Scarf Creature War | Sir Raven panel redraw| … | #uncanon doodles

Asks

Info about the main Links |#uncanon asks …

Before I settled on a comic idea drawings

Kori ref

Cadence ref

First Hero drawing

Practice Comic

lovely dividers by @/cafekitsune