Crunch-Muffin

Chapter 26 Revisiting Golden light filtered in through the windows, highlighting the furniture and small patches on the floor. With the light came promise of warmth outside, as Hyrule had yet to experience the full shift towards autumn. Outside birds sang and bickered, and yet the one inside the house still slept. The sun's rays slowly moved over the bed, landing over Link's face. The glare cut through his sleep and he stretched lazily, letting out an odd mix of a yawn and groan. He didn't really want to wake up yet, the bed was still too soft. Feeling the temptation of sleep again, he turned over to face his lover, only to find he was awak

Chapter 25 Befuddlement Irene tapped her foot against the floor, anxious to go back to her home. The sun had begun to rise, filling the small house with a dull light. Luckily the downpour evaporated, just drizzling. She briefly wondered if it'd be raining in Hyrule too, or if it wasn't. But whether the weather correlated or not didn't matter to her. She let out a little impatient hum, and looked around. The house was familiar as she'd remembered it from her visits, yet something seemed different. The rug was the same color, Sheerow was sitting in the corner on its perch, and the fireplace had dull embers in it. Not able to place it, she deci

Chapter 24 Nightmares A sudden gasp and coughing filled the room, and Ravio's hand flew to his throat. Either he'd nearly choked on his own spit, or it was from that dream again. The itch finally died down, and he drew in a deep breath, hesitantly opening his eyes. He felt his entire body trembling, and he wiped at the corners of his eyes, tears having formed from his fit. What a way to wake up. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down. This was probably the fourth time at least he'd had that dream, and no matter the repetitions, he couldn't make sense of it. Red fog, a decrepit master sword... The sword continued to decay in

Chapter 23 Festival Really, really quick AN! So sorry for this being late, I've been working a lot lately and I lost my muse for writing. I'm not sure how great the first part is, but I'm proud of the end! Thanks for sticking around,  and enjoy the longest chapter yet! ♥ Despite the sun still hanging low across the horizon, Thieves' town was already a bustle of activity. Vendors were setting their stalls up in the sitting area, ready to sell their goods. The air was still a bit brisk, and Irene could almost see her breath as she made her way to one of the booths. The stall itself was almost like a box, as it was a square wooden area,

Chapter 22 Feelings The sunlight was glaring, and it temporary blinded Link as he glanced up. A sudden force hit the sword he held up, and he fell hard on his back against the ground, knocking the wind out of him. "Listen, boy," the man above him started. "If you want to be a part of this guard, you'll have to get your mind in the game. Now get back up and try again." It wasn't a gentle prod by any means, but rather a growled threat. He pushed himself up with a groan, glancing up at the captain in front of him. This man was brutal. He stretched his arms out, and a motion to the side caught his eye. Irene sat on her broom from outside the cas

Chapter 21 Support Tender, warm fingers trailed down Ravio's skin, and the warm breath brushed against his neck. He arched his back with a soft sigh, feeling the fingers slide lower, beneath his shirt. A pressure fell over his body, and he happily looked up, locking gazes with those blue eyes. He felt his heart flutter, melting under the stare before the other spoke. Thin lips curved into a gentle smile, mesmerizing him as they matched the words he heard. "Always and forever... I lo-" Ravio jolted awake with a gasp, feeling a tightness in his chest. His eyes widened, trying to see in the dark room, as if he were trying to bring back that im

Chapter 20 Return Shhhk. Shhhhk. Shhhhk. The sound of a knife on wood filled the small home, and Ravio's attention was completely centered on it. He'd gone about his morning in a daze, only registering parts of conversations and some of his actions. He'd gathered wood, rummaged around in an old box he had, and gotten the supplies he needed to make the masks for the festival. It wasn't that great of a distraction. He felt sick. No doubt due to the rough night he had, especially after being dumped by the one who had quite literally saved his whole world. SHHK. He took a large chunk of wood out of the mask, not even realizing he was gritting

First off, I want to apologize for being so late with this! I haven't had the inspiration to continue this up until now, so again... I apologize if things don't flow as well as they should. Hopefully I've still got it! I've been reading a lot of stuff lately, so I think my writing's improved... As well as some certain "scenes," if you know what I mean -waggles eyebrows- Thanks to all my loyal followers who've waited nearly half a year for this update! As an apology, this chapter's extra long than usual, as well as filled with more feels than ever ♥ I'll delve into what happened more in my personal life at the bottom if you're interested

Chapter 18Unsettling premonitions The rain crashed against the windows of the Blacksmith's house, as it had steadily gotten worse as the two made their way back over. They attempted to stop by Thieves' Town to stock up on various food supplies, but that'd have to wait until the rain let up. Until then... Ravio sat huddled in the corner, cold and shivering from the gusts of wind and rain that had pelted them on the way over. Despite the closeness of the house and his own, there was no way they were about to be able to go out in such weather. The room flashed brighter for barely a second, then thunder sounded, rattling the windows and the pic

Chapter 17Unresolved Issues Ravio's eyes fluttered open with the sound of the rain tapping on the windows. His face was against something warm and familiar, and as his eyes adjusted to the dark light, he found himself against the other's chest. It rose and fell gently underneath him, and the sound of his breath was calm and relaxing. He could feel the other's arms wrapped around him, as well as a leg between his own. Their position only reminded him of what they had done the night before, and he felt the blush grow on his face. Yet as he lingered on the memories of it, it brought back the pain of a dull ache in his lower back, making him shi