Had a dream couple nights back and became inspired to make a story out of it! It’s my first time writing fanfic so forgive me 😅
Blood Moon 🩸🌕 [Chapter 1]
Summary: Rhett and Link found out they are a lot more mythical than what they originally thought, and they found out more of themselves and each other!
Some warnings: Blood and implied violence in coming up chapters; Maybe a little scary? Nothing too much! (Tell me if I need to add any other warnings!)
“That’s a wrap guys!”
Stevie says as announcement as they just finished their last episode of the day. Some of the crew claps in celebration and a few go over to the main set where Rhett and Link were just playing a game of sorts that include rather large set pieces. 
As you hear series of drills and clutter noises in the background, Rhett and Link got up and thanked everyone for a good day of filming today, though most of the crew will be heading home for the day, not these two men as they were planning on doing some more work on their laptops in their esteemed office.
“Glad we did a lot of catch’in up to do for our schedule” Link said as he sat down at his side of the office opening his laptop, preparing himself with the plethora of emails he has to read and send out.
“Yeah but we still going have to do lot more catching up cause of the coming up tour dates.” As Rhett too sat down.
Link did a little sigh, not out of frustration or anger but a little exhaustion, it’s only been a couple days since they filmed Good Mythical Evening, and Link still is feeling the sores and a certain headache from it. He couldn’t recall doing anything majorly physical, well except of course that glorious scene with doing sex poses with Rhett. Which he can’t get out of his head as he rewatched that particular moment over and over.
As Link was in deep thought, the subtle noises of his name being called.
“Link? Link..? Man, You good?”
Link snapped out of his head scape, “Huh? Oh sorry man, was spacing out. What’s up?”
“Remember what is going to happen in the next few days?” Rhett says with a smile that Link knows too well, almost like he is holding a surprise and Link will have to guess what it is.
“Uh..Halloween?”
“Yes but not it.”
“Oh shoot, oh no is it one of the crew’s birthday?”
“Nah, but it is special”
“Man, I don’t know I’m bad at guessin’..what is it?”
“It’s supposedly a blood moon in a couple of days, the night before Halloween, pretty cool huh?”
“That’s pretty cool, but we have to do a lot of work that day, I might get tired before it even shows it’s face.” Link laughs a bit, Rhett knows how stingent Link is on wanting to go to bed early.
“Come on Link, we don’t get to see these things a lot in our lives! Look we can even go to the Creative House after work so we can see it, it’s only gonna last a few minutes so as soon as it’s done I can take you home.”
“Well, I guess, we can continue writing for Wonderhole while we’re at it.”
“See? And we don’t even have to work on it for the night you want, we can just chill outside and grab some drinks.” Which after the word ‘drinks’, Link jokingly shivers and chuckles “I’m going to take a break off of drinks for a whole month especially after the live show!” Rhett laughs and responds with, “Fine so only water for you, still I’m sure it would be fun and we need a little break, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, ‘Guess so, okay so we have like 3 days till the Blood Moon?”
Rhett nods, “Yeah, but for now let’s continue doing emails and we’ll call it a day.”
Link does salute and a lower pitch of his normal voice, “Yes, Sir”. Which follows with Rhett laughing.
And for the next few days it was the regular routine of filming for the first part of the day and then doing work and writing at their office.
Except at the day of the Blood Moon, they had a little break of the cycle with a meeting, which did aid the two to get out of their little routine, at the end of the meeting, Stevie said, “Hey, I heard there’s going to be a Blood Moon tonight? Pretty funny just a couple days you two were Werewolf and a Vampire for Good Mythical Evening.”
To both of their surprise they never put the two and two together of the coincidence of such, which they both laughed.
The day is over as almost everyone clocks out, some of them either head home as normal, some rushing to their local Halloween store for any quick candy bags or even costumes.
But the only ones left are Rhett and Link, which they told themselves to finish writing up one more episode of the next season of Wonderhole before they head to the Creative House.
“Alright man let’s head to the house.” As Link gets up from the couch.
Rhett grabs his keys and shoves them in his pocket before they start heading out to his car. After dealing with LA traffic and finally making it to Creative House, it was already dusk at this point. “You excited?” Rhett said out loud with an almost impatient tone, Link knew Rhett really wanted to see the Moon tonight. Which he doesn’t mind seeing it or not, but he wants to make his best friend happy, “Yeah man, I’m sure it will look awesome”. As both of them get out of the car and head inside the house. It’s been a hot minute since they been at the creative house on their own, lately it’s always been at least one or two other crew members there either working with them on a project or needing to grab something for the show.
“Wow” Link says in a shiver, “it’s so cold in here.” As he covers his arms trying to keep himself warm, it’s quite odd that it’s as cold as it is, it was a good temperature outside with a little breeze, but not cold enough to make it feel like walking through a freezer.
“Really? I think it feels pretty nice here, I’m sure you left a jacket or something in here from last time we were here.” Rhett looked around searching for some sort jacket, or anything for Link. “I’ll just truck it out, it’s fine.” Even while saying that he is half-desperately looking for a jacket to wear. After a good minute of both of them looking for one, “Let me just try to turn on the heater.” As Link quickly went up to the thermostat, but something is odd with it, “W’the hell? The power for the thermostat is out.” Rhett was very confused with it, “What Y’mean it’s out?” Rhett continued as walks over to where Link is at in the living room, the thermostat sat cozyingly between their TV and the hallway, “We just got a new one, it shouldn’t be shut off.”
“That’s what I’m saying, but the lights here are able to be turned on so it can be a full blackout.” Link trying to press any button on the dial but it’s futile. Rhett said casually all a sudden, “You just wanna barrow mine? Just to hold off till we call someone tomorrow for help? Cause I think it’ll be too late for anyone to come at this time.”
“Thanks but I’ll be okay.”
“You are shaking like a leaf, come on, here.” As Rhett shuffles out of his jacket and hands it to him, which Link sheepishly say “Thank you”, as he quickly puts it on. Rhett immediately noticing the relief Link is feeling within the warmth. “Dang Dude, you a portable heater or somethin’?” Link quirks up. Which then Rhett laughs as a response as he goes grabs some drinks, and a couple of waters from the fridge, he wouldn’t want the thermostat to bring down their spirits, but something odd he sees. Where he notices a lot of other things are misplaced or missing, “Did you know anyone else that was at the house?”
“Uhh..No, we are the only ones to have the keys, I have my key with me, do you have yours?” Which Rhett promptly looks for his own copy of house keys, which he was able to find. “Yeah, I have mine, last time anyone was here it should’ve been when we were here too.” Rhett paused for a moment of thinking.
“That’s weird, maybe someone got some stuff before we locked up before, it happens.”
“Guess so.” Rhett couldn’t stop thinking maybe someone could’ve gotten into the house and stole some things, but when they both walked in there was no signs of any break ins. “It’s odd though, ain’t it?” “Yeah it is but I say we shouldn’t worry about it maybe it was just one of the crew members who got thirsty or hungry.”
Rhett wants to think it was still something else, but he couldn’t think of anything as he responds back, “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
“Sorry what was that?” Link smiled as he puts one of his hands to cup his ear as motion for Rhett to speak louder.
“Shut up, man.” Rhett laughs with Link joining him, as they were having a moment, they heard a loud thud outside near the backyard. Which to both of them immediately stop laughing and quickly look over to the view of the side door with just a bit of the curtains blocking where the bushes would be normally viewed at, all they can see is the pool.
“What the crap?” Link said in fear, as he closely krept closer to see what was that thud noise is.
“What are you doing man?” As Rhett grabs his shoulders and brings him back to where he was originally at, “That could be someone out there.”
“Don’t you see? What if it’s one of the crew pranking us, cause it’s going to be Halloween tomorrow they would want to do a little scare on us..!”
Which does bring a good point for Rhett, it would make since why all these weird things are happening, with the house being cold, food being rummaged and now the loud thud.
“It sounds like that crow thud we did for the Hazel horror short video we did, I bet someone is out there with the prop, I bet I can prove it!” Link says as he continues walking, Rhett still having his hands on Link’s shoulders, walking with him. “Okay well Why is it a good idea to walk where they want us..?!” In a whisper yell, which then Link whisper yells back, “Because we’ll go out there and say ‘that we know what you’re doing’..!”
“Okay well, What about that chance it’s not one of the crew and it’s some murderous guy?” Rhett says in trying to convince Link to not go. “Then we uh..I don’t know.” Link responds with a silence of ponding on weather or not he should do this, before he can make up his mind, another thud, louder than before, with also scraping noises, which sounds like coming on the side of the walls of the house. Which surely scared the two off and they moved to behind the couch at this point.
“What the hell man..? We should call someone.” Rhett said with tremble in his voice.
“I’m going to right now.” As Link pulls out his phone, but before Link could press any numbers, his phone starts to not respond and the screen turns black. “Okay man this is not funny, I think my phone just died.”
“How? I just saw you charged it in the car..okay use my phone.” And same as Link’s phone, before Rhett could even hand Link his phone, it’s screen too blackouts. “You know what lets not even risk it, let’s just go into the car and get the fuck out of here.” Rhett said to Link as they both get up.
Luckily with the kind of car he has, it is able to start the car even when you are not there, Rhett yanks his keys out and tries to start it, which normally the start up noises could be heard from afar, but nothing. “What the hell?” As he smashes his key’s button quickly in effort to start it off, which fails. “Well let’s just run into the car.!” Link says as you can feel his terrified voice. This isn’t just some prank, or if it is, it was too good of one, which both of them desperately want it to be one.
“Okay, let’s run out of the house on a count of 3..”
“Okay..”
“1..”
“2..”
Before 3 could be uttered out of Rhett’s mouth a crash sounds echoed outside in the backyard, with almost a horrible gnarled noises, which can’t be determined between a person or animal.
The two men decided that was their cue to high-tail out of there, and they made inside the car, both locking the door and Rhett trying to start the car, which doesn’t start. “Come on, come on! You piece of-“
Another loud snarled noise is heard in the backyard, which causes the two to standstill and become as quiet as possible. Rhett was about to whisper something to Link as he turns to see his face, which when he sees Link, a true terrified face shows, as Link is not looking back at him but afar.
“Link? Link!” Which then Link quickly taps Rhett’s shoulder as a signal for Rhett to turn to see what Link is seeing. Both of them are now seeing a pair of big eyes in the distance where the backyard gate would be at, eyes glowing as a bright red, mirroring the same color as the Moon is now.
Might as well make this since Tears of the Kingdom is coming out soon. I figured Wild deserved some attention and that includes the vampire variation I have.
Vampire!Wild awakens his ultimate form. What would this form most likely resemble?
GranDracmon
Number 24: Dragulas
Gladiator Beast Nerokius
Malzeno
Tyrant Flughude
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Anyway, every single one of these Febuwhump prompts are going to be fast food, drive-thru window quality, and I’m just going to have to live with it. Here is some vampire!Link (as Zelda’s bodyguard) because I’m weak for clichés and tropes.
Universe: AU
Rating: T for some sensual biting
—command me yours—
“We do not have to do this, Princess,” he says earnestly, kneeling by her side. Her feet are bare, toes peeking out from underneath her nightgown and scrunching against the carpeted floor. Princess Zelda looks down at him, gripping the front of her satin robe and tugging it down against her neck in a nervous tick. The candle light burns low, flickers against the wooden chair of her vanity that she sits upon. Her ears are tinged red in the mirror.
“It’s fine. Just give me a moment.” She takes a few, noticeably deep breaths and bites down on her lip. “I’m just not fond of sharp objects. Learning embroidery was a nightmare for me and I avoid it at all costs if I can help it.”
If she’s trying to joke, she’s more than just nervous.
He frowns. “But you were okay last time?”
“W-Well, we were in a dire situation, and you needed blood fast. I didn’t have time to think about it.” Her cheeks flush at the memory and she fiddles with the waist tie. “Now, it’s so purposeful. And—And—”
Intimate.
Or indecent. All the more reason to not go through with her suggestion.
“It is fine. We can find another way.” Link takes her hand in his and places a kiss on her knuckles. “I would not wish for you to be uncomfortable.”
“It’s not that.” There’s a heat in her stare, but it’s gone as soon as he blinks. She takes hold of his arm, pulling up his right sleeve and brandishing blackened bandages. “And even you said it was an unusual wound. The last time you drank from me, you healed completely.”
“You are special.”
“My blood is special. Blessed by Hylia. Though I find it strange that it blesses you as well.”
“I am a Hylian soldier.”
“You’re my bodyguard. There’s a difference.” He quirks a brow and the corner of her mouth lifts. “You obey only me. And as your princess, I demand we go through with this.” Softer, she adds, “It’s the least I can do.”
She owes him absolutely nothing, but the determined set in her gaze entices him. It causes something in his gut to do a summersault, and he swears if he still had a beating heart, it would be pounding erratically.
He bows his head in reverence. “Yes, My Princess.”
“But, you know,” she starts, and he looks back up at her curiously. She’s toying with the ends of her hair this time. “If you’re able to, oh I don’t know, distract me somehow, it would be most appreciated.” He can almost visibly see the gears churning in her head, the lightbulb that goes off. “Like that time we met at the bridge and you talked down that boy. I had thought you were merely persuasive, but that wasn’t all, was it?”
He wonders if that means she finds him at least a little bit persuasive.
Clearing his throat, he sighs. “It is a glamor spell. I can make my words sound more appealing. Calm those around me.”
“Fascinating,” she hums, sweeping his hair aside to have a better look at his eyes. He’s very glad he doesn’t need to breathe. “Have you used it on me before?”
Link jerks back immediately, taking her hand in his once again and urging her to believe him when he affirms, “Of course not!”
But Zelda doesn’t appear to care whether he has or not, simply leaning forward as if to tell him a secret. He’s astutely aware of the way her thumb absently strokes the side of his palm.
“Would you use it on me now?”
His mouth hangs open. Part of him waits for her to announce that she’s just kidding, but the other part suddenly craves the thought of having her under his control. How would she behave once she’s pliant and willing, a slave to his command?
He swallows, hard. “That is ill advised, Your Highness.”
“But not out of the question.” At his wary look, she places a reassuring hand on his cheek. “Please? Just for a bit to ease the anxiety? You have my full permission and no one but us will ever know.”
His hesitation is palpable, and while he looks at everything but her as he thinks it through—the fact that she trusts him enough to relinquish self-control, the opportunity to heal the poisonous wound that has been draining his strength, and his chance to taste her again, sweet and delectable—her stare remains trained on his face.
“Please.”
His resistance is as fragile to her as a sandcastle is to waves. To be fair, he never had much of a will to oppose her in anything that didn’t involve her safety, and while one could argue that he is the threat, it’s unfathomable to think he can harm her in a way she doesn’t desire. And right now, she desires something in him.
He shuts his eyes and succumbs to the inevitable, interlocking their fingers. “I cannot deny you.”
“Thank you,” she smiles, and it burns him the way the sun never can.
He stands, she follows, and he tilts her head up by her chin. Fingers curve around her jaw and underneath her ear, harnessing the vibrant hue of her gaze bright in the candlelight. He doesn’t miss how wide her pupils are before he even speaks, how it darkens her expression into something sultry.
“Zelda,” he says gently, savoring her name without the title, “Yield to me.”
Her eyes flutter shut as she leans into his palm. He takes the opportunity to maneuver her to where he wants—on his lap facing the mirror as he sits where she once was. Tilting her head, he brushes her hair aside to reveal the smooth expanse of her neck, pale and flawless in the moonlight and pulse bounding sweetly. It’s a steady, alluring rhythm; he nearly bites her right then.
Instead, he runs a thumb up and down the length of her throat, chest rumbling pleasantly at the shiver that sweeps down her spine, and let’s his breath warms the tip of her ear. “Allow my touch give you pleasure, my voice to soothe you. No harm will come to you as long as you are with me.”
Her eyes are half-hooded in the mirror, emerald orbs glazed over and unseeing as the collar of her robe slips off her shoulders. His lips find purchase on her bare skin while arms wrap possessively around her waist, fingers dipping under the garb to press into the silk gown. It’s thin, leaves little to the imagination as her breath quickens and her chest heaves, and it takes all his will power to keep his hands flattened to her ribs.
Nosing along her jaw, he meets her gaze through the glass, and senselessly asks, “Do you want this, Zelda?”
She has no choice but to answer yes, but then her hands come up to bury in his hair and guide his lips to where she seems to know he wants. He barely suppresses a groan as her scent consumes him, and sharp teeth sink into yielding flesh.
Her moan is breathless—takes the shape of his name. She arches away from him but he holds her steady, drinking her slowly and delighting in her taste. Her blood flows smoothly into his mouth, richer than the finest wine and more potent than any healing remedy. The cut on his forearm closes, his energy replenishes, and he knows he will be unable to taste another after this. For her only will his body want. For her only, he will hunger.
Within his arms, she trembles, but she trembles in a manner that has the borrowed blood boiling underneath his flesh. Her body is warm, cheeks flushed, lips parted with panting breaths and whimpers that heightens his desire in forbidden ways. He could take all of her now and she wouldn’t fight it. Might even spur him on with one of her mischievous smiles. But it wouldn’t be truly her, and he wants her vibrant beneath his touch should she ever give in.
So he tempers it all; burns this image of her into memory in exchange.
Her hold on him slackens, and he takes it as a sign to relent. Withdrawing his bite, he laps at the wound until it seals under the pressure of his tongue. The remaining mark is small yet noticeable, though nothing her high-collared dresses can’t conceal, and leaves him feeling rather pleased. Perhaps it will deter anyone who might think her a prospect.
Zelda sags in his arms, head falling back onto his shoulder and pupils seeking his. He tucks a loose strand behind her ear, asks, “How are you feeling?” and winces when it takes her two tries to formulate words.
“Hot. Tired.”
Nodding, Link loops one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees, carrying her to the bed without preamble. He eases her under the sheets, taking her robe when she struggles to shrug it off, and blows out the candle once she appears settled in. “You need rest. I will make sure to tell the maids not to wake you so early tomorrow.”
He is halfway to her door when he hears her. A voice so soft it’s barely audible, yet it somehow resounds loudly in his ear. “Link.”
It’s just his name, but it vibrates violently through him, churning what he just promised to memory into something much more present. She’s angled to him when he obediently turns back, one hand reaching out across her covers as if to beckon him closer. “Won’t you stay?”
He shouldn’t—he’s overstayed his welcome already, done so much to her already—but she’s limp and exhausted, unlikely to be able to move on her own for several hours, so perhaps he should oblige for her safety.
She doesn’t mean what he wants her to mean anyway.
“Yes, Princess.”
As he settles into a chair by her bedside, her voice still echoes in his mind, and he wonders who is actually the one controlling the other.
56. “You have no idea how much i want you.”35. “Bite me.” “If you insist.”
Rhett wasn’t one to bring strange men home, but he was an exception. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other on the Uber back to Rhett’s, and stumbled all the way to his doorstep when they’d arrived.
After fumbling to pull his keys out and actually get into his house, he turned around and saw Link leaning against the door frame.
“You gonna invite me on, or what?” Link flashed a smile, showing off his fangs. If it weren’t Halloween, Rhett might have had genuine fear beyond his excitement.
“Please come in,” Rhett was under his spell, pulling him into his home while pulling him into another kiss. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
Link’s hand obscenely groped Rhett’s hard cock through his pants. “I think it’s pretty obvious sweet thing. Why don’t we take this to you bedroom?” He pressed a kiss into Rhett’s neck and hummed.
After leading them to his room, he turned lit a few candles. (Nothing wrong with a little romance.) Rhett started undressing himself, but Link stopped his hands.
“Let me unwrap my prize?”
Rhett couldn’t say no. Right now? He’d do literally anything Link asked of him.
Slowly, Link peeled off Rhett’s costume - he’d gone with something easy, a lumberjack - kissing, licking, and grazing his (fake?) teeth across every part of newly exposed skin.
When stripped naked, Link threw him on the bed. Rhett moaned obscenely at the his show of strength.
Or maybe it was the tongue on his hole, making his legs tremble.
“God, your tongue!” Rhett reached behind and cupped the back of Link’s head.
Link nipped one of his cheeks, pulling a yelp from Rhett, “God’s got nothing to do with it, sweet thing.”
He flipped Rhett onto his back, pulled off his shirt, and pushed down his pants enough to get out his cock. The fact that Link hadn’t worn underwear made Rhett hot all over.
Rhett sat up and pulled Link down to kiss him with the messy, frenetic energy he was feeling. They both fell back down to the bed, cocks pressing against each other.
“Fuck!” “Shit!”
Rutting against each other, Link’s palms traveled up Rhett’s arms and laced their fingers together. But, also effectively pinning Rhett in place.
“Fuck me? Please?” Rhett said when he had a moment to breathe, his arm reaching into his side table’s top drawer. A bottle of lube and a condom were pushed into Link’s chest.
“Anything to make you happy, baby.” Link made his fingers wet and made quick work opening Rhett up, sucking and leaving marks up and down his inner thighs.
Link’s fangs came out to play again as he ripped the package open with his teeth, and Rhett became fixated.
Pushing in slowly, Rhett’s eyes rolled back into his head. Link’s cock was working magic from the inside out. His long, deep strokes were threatening to make Rhett combust.
Not changing tempo, Link leaned down and mimicked their position earlier - interlaced fingers holding Rhett in place. The excitement of being scared was right in Rhett’s sweet spot.
Link buried his face in Rhett’s neck - sniffing, licking, sucking - and it drove them both wild. Hips moving faster, breathing getting quicker and shallower, fingers squeezing with white knuckles.
Rhett finally demanded what he’d been dying to experience the entire night, “Bite me!”
“If you insist.” Link sunk his teeth into Rhett’s neck, smooth as butter.
At Link’s first pull, Rhett came so hard he saw black spots. When he noticed that Link’s hips slowed down, he pulled his hands free. One went to grab Link’s ass, the other cupped his head that was still attached to his neck.
“Keep going, keep going until you come.”
Without hesitation, Link did as he was told. It only took a few more drags from Rhett’s neck, and Link’s hips thrust harshly as he finished.
Link pulled back as he pulled out, licked his lips, but the mess was still very much apparent. Seeing his blood on Link’s lips was more sexy than he ever could have imagined.
He flipped them over, leaned down, and licked his blood off of Link’s lips. Link’s eyes went dark.
