LokeLover

   The male breathed in the sweet scent of nostalgia: a devilish lavender flower as luscious as blanketing water dew. By the time he had made it down the Castle town path, the sun was emitting a warm morning glow. Link stopped Epona for a moment, who was just as tired as Link probably was. He unequipped his shield and the leather holdings as he stretched his upper back muscles out. A popping sound erupted from his system. He rolled a knuckle over the back of his stark neck and rested the hand over the raw skin. He grunted in relief.    In view, his eyes rested upon the sole thing that persuaded his trip. The stone slabs were baked and acqui

Jeff was worried for (y/n), which was unusual since he never worried for anyone. All day, whenever he saw her walking around Slender’s mansion, she was humming the same tune. He recognized it from somewhere, but just couldn’t place the song’s name, which angered him even more. (Y/n) seemed fine, acted normal. So then why was he worried for her? Near sun down when Jeff heard that same song being hummed again, he decided it was time to find out what it was. BEN would know, he knew everything that ever hit the internet (not the Jeff would ever tell him so). “BEN, you’ve heard that stupid song (Y/n)’s been sin

Dissolution Older!Ben Drowned X Reader   Most people wouldn’t think Creepypastas had a life to live, since almost all of them are…..dead. That they would pertain themselves only to the underbelly of the world, hiding constantly in the shadows till a poor soul got too close. That they wouldn’t progress or partake in things that usually humans would. That they have no sense of humor. Those twits are way off.  “Who wants a Pepsi?!” I shouted, heaving the cooler out onto the patio, Brvr behind me with the stack of ordered pizza boxes. Instantly, we were swarmed by other pastas, elbows jabbing and laughing shouts

“BEN! BEN! OIII BEENNNNNNNNN!!!!” you yelled at the perverted elf,  who was clearly to immersed in his video game to answer you. You sighed walking to the kitchen, and slumped yourself on the counter. ‘why is it always like this?’ you huffed tying your (h/c) (h/l) back into a ponytail “ignorant bastard” you whispered softly under your breath, unaware that the devil himself was leaning against the wall staring at you. “who’s an ignorant bastard (worst nickname)?” BEN cooed,  you growled softly at him and glared angrily, you hated the nickname he gave you, it was too childish however littl

You draped the sheets farther over your face, hoping that, with a little perseverance, someone would grant you the ability to become one with your bed. As the thin, white sheets binded your body in cotton, you stilled the mummified process. A buzzing silence filled your ears. The midnight sky and twinkling stars seemed to be the only animate things shimmering in your room, which you accepted. After all, your parents have kept you up all night with the discreet knocking of your door-- sometimes even banging or tapping in order to gain your attention. It was a hopeful sign that you might actually express yourself to them but in time it was eve

The male looked paralyzed. As you approached Link, he had been staring relentlessly at your front door. An auric glint from a nearby candle shaped its hinges, and the darkness of night casted a shadow amongst your mate’s delicate skin. A dark cotton vest covered his chest, blending his figure into the nighttime even more than it intended to. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he stiffened. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” You watched as Link retaliated from his nervousness, tugging on his shirt collar before turning towards you. Your eyes patted amongst the surface of the gentleman as his locks ghoste

The rain finally dried up that afternoon. You watched the sun peak from behind the dark clouds as it warmed the window with its rays. The dew on the glass began to give birth to condensation, which happened so fast that it was almost possible to see the blackened cobblestone dry a musty gray color. Keeping your gaze glued to the outside world was your tactic for keeping the atmosphere from becoming awkward, but after watching the native birds and bugs zoom through the exuberant alfresco you really did begin to relax. The hands that rested inside your lap were no longer tense, and your shoulder muscles slid downwards like the merengue from yo

A flow of wind basked over the two beings, laying so motionless in the field. Long, slender blades of grass began to darken in color from the dying light of day, although the fusion of magenta and orchid diverging the sky did tint the emerald greenery a blotchy plum color. You rested your head against the chest of your latest suitor, feeling the rhythm of his chest push up and down in pursuit of a nourishing nap. His arm was draped loosely around your waist, although it had been a more firm grip before he had fallen asleep. With the palm of your hands pulling against his tunic, you turned your gaze towards the sleeping Link. You couldn’