"I am Sheik, Survivor of the Sheikahs."

[male!Sheik ● independent RP blog ● tracking the tag 'thelastsheikah'

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peeks in here once more Hello, hi, yes >.< Remember when I said I was thinking about coming back? I still kind of wanna do but idk how to juggle between blogs and keep them both active. My job is nothing but stressful and I can barely run my Eren blog properly. It’s been a while since I’ve stepped into Link’s head and it turned out to be harder than expected.. I guess I’d have to replay some OoT to get into the mood? But spare time is a rarity. Always has been, always will be. I’m already stressing over the idea of remaking the blog’s layout and retagging things because tbh my way of rping and tagging things has changed while I was in another fandom. Also I’d have to drop all threads except maybe those that have been properly plotted (as long as the muns still want to rp with me), I think. Hhh and I need a vacation to do all this. Know this, Link and Sheik are always on my mind. Sheik was my refuge when I was at an emotional low in my life and needed a place to dump all that heartache. It was so easy to get into his head back then and now a part of me is afraid of doing that again. Link will always hold a special place in my heart, too. I love my baby so much because through him, I met so many people that I loved spending time with. I just wish I could take you all to my other blog/the other fandom and keep you there. To make things short: I will return eventually. All I need is more time and inspiration.

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Hiatus

So I guess that's it, I've pretty much lost my muses. 

It's not the rping altogether, I really needed a change in fandom because I kept getting upset over my muses and the way I portrayed them and what people thought of the things I did.

I can't believe I still have 297 followers here. I wonder how many of them will stay until I return. Thank you for sticking with me to this point :')

I have no idea how long this hiatus is going to take. It all depends if I find the muses to reply to the threads but until then all of them are put on hiatus. If you want to drop a thread, it's fine, I understand. Nobody wants to be kept waiting even if everyone tries to be as patient as possible.

You can catch me on my personal, my latest rping blog (though I'm also not that active on there because of rl) and skype.

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(SS) What are some of your standards and requirements for a person to be deemed acceptable as a lover? Any specific gender; race, age perhaps?

"My life and heart belong to the Royal Family. I am forever in their duty and there is neither time nor place for a lover but.." A brief pause and then-

"I do however believe that true love does not know gender, race or age. Love does not follow rules. Feelings happen and there’s little your mind has to say in it."

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Sheik's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his climax washed over him, catching him both off guard and by surprise. A shout melted into a long drawn out moan, hips moving as much as the tight grip on them would let him as he emptied himself into Link's willing mouth. He didn't push back on the probing finger but he also didn't cringe away from it, at this point he was merely taking faint note of it with his attention drawn elsewhere.

Legs quivering and stilling the stuttering movement of his hips, Sheik's legs finally gave out and he collapsed around the other, reflexively spreading his legs so he wouldn't knock Link out as he slid down the wall

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Care || theherooftime-oot & the-last-sheikah

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Drifting somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, Anna could faintly hear the fairy’s words, not that she understood any of them. She cracked open her eyes and let her head fall back against his arm. Her head was swimming and the world was spinning, but she managed to half-heartedly try to push herself away from the Sheikah.

“’m sorry…” She muttered, teetering on her own feet, “… Ya Don’ like touchin’.” She struggled to form the words and just prayed that she didn’t just spew jibberish as she tried to keep her eyes open. She tried to let go of his hand, only to grab at it again when her knees started to give out.

“’m sorry…” She whispered again, and let her eyes close, though she remained conscious – for now.

She was sorry for so much more than simply getting injured and worrying the Sheikah – she knew it was her fault for the burns, he always pointed out that hole in her defense whenever she trained, and now by being utterly useless she endangered them even more. Part of her wished he had just left her there, she had lost another childhood friend, a brother, and nearly gotten them both killed in the process. But, a bigger part knew that if she had died, Hyrule would have died with her, so for now she’d have to suck it up, pretend like she wasn’t battered, bruised, and heartbroken, and try to leave the mountain with a smile on her face… Which would be much easier if she could take a step without collapsing.

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Worried eyes followed the young woman's unsure movement but Sheik did not stop her when she tried to get to her feet. They had to leave the fountain either way ans if she felt like she was ready to stand, he'd be the last to deny her. However he saw her legs shaking before she probably even realized it herself and took a step forward, wrapping one arm around her slender waist and holding her hand with the other.

“That does not matter right now, Hero.”

Oh he was aware that Anna would have preferred that her guide would call her by first name but that was a habit he could not lay off so easily. She was the Hero of Time and by addressing her with the title, even if it was just a short form of it, he was showing her the needed respect. Besides it also kept him from getting too attached to her which was something he had found not that easy over the past weeks. They had trained together, spent more time together than Sheik had ever done with another stranger and even if he truly tried not to, he felt his heart opening to let her in.

A young woman with a painful past, thrust into this world and burdened by the purpose of saving it from evil and while he did not know about her origins and her father, it was painful enough to see her struggling.

“We need to get down to Kakariko as fast as possible so you can rest.” The blond paused, thinking about the path they had to take and cringing especially because of the wall they had to climb down. There was no way Anna would be able to do so. Unless- “I could get us there but you need to trust me.”

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A tired chuckle left the blunette. He wanted to reply with something equally amusing, but his head was still fuzzy so he merely rolled over onto his back, taking Sheik with him. The blonde was a comfortable weight on his chest, one that he found he needed. It didn’t matter that the action only made them messier; they could shower later and change the sheets. For now Kafei wanted Sheik close to him. 

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The sleepy smile changed into a grin as he saw the amusement in the other's eyes and he willingly let Kafei pull him over, curling around his side and entangling their legs. He was, for the lack of a better word, thoroughly fucked and exhausted and while part of him wished for a shower he could not bring himself to leave the other's side.

Tilting his head so he could run his lips over the blunette's throat, he let his tongue dart out once to lick over the sweaty skin before ending it with a long and gently kiss.

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Sheik was quite certain he had blackened out there for a moment because when he came to, his nails were digging into the blunette's back, surely leaving a bruise or two and he had made a mess on both their stomachs. When he felt Kafei's lips on his, he sloppily returned the kiss mostly out of instinct but pulled away in favour of drawing a deep breath. His chest was heaving and he was still coming down from the high and only then did he realize he should probably ease the tense grip he had on the other. When the Terminian pulled out of him it was commented with a small unwillingly noise though his nose also wrinkled in mild disgust as soon as he felt cool air on his messy stomach.

“Goddesses..” The blond shifted his legs, closing them and winced softly at the feeling of the other's come seeping out of him, though it also brought a silly and very pleased smile to his face as he opened crimson eyes to look at him. The heavy breathing had somewhat subsided but his heart was still pounding like he had run a marathon and when he turned his head some more, a soft kiss was pressed to Kafei's hand.

“So.. this is what Impa kept from us, hm?”

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Sheik's breathless chuckle melted into another low moan, one that clearly took him by surprise because of the change in pace. He held on tightly, glad for the support around his lower back. He was entirely acting on instinct and the basic need for completion. It hadn't taken him long to get over his initial sense of shame where Kafei's wandering gaze had barely grazed his slender bodily frame earlier. By now he was wantonly moving against the older man, drinking in every sound he made though they were sometimes hard to hear over the buzzing sound in his ears.

His orgasm was approaching and it was doing so fast, the familiar feeling already coiling in his lower belly.

“Yes-”, he all but panted. “Do it.” Turning his head, he buried his face against the blunette's neck, breathing harshly against the heated skin there. “I-hh want t'feel you, Kafei.”

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When Kafei changed the pace of his thrusts, a choked 'oh' sound was mumbled against his lips upon the shiver that went up Sheik's spine. He rose his hips to meet them half way, brows lightly furrowed as he tried to comprehend the sensations it brought. This was definitely different from anything he had tried before, both more uncomfortable but also leaving a tingling sensation that ran up and down his spine, making his legs tremble.

He pressed their temples together, panting into pointed ears until another change of angle made his vision cloud over as his senses were overloaded all at once. A strangled groan fell from his lips and he tightened his thighs around Kafei's hips. “O-oh! Goddesses-- there!” Nails digging into the blunette's back, he pushed back into the sheets so he could raise his hips, trying to make him brush over that bundle of nerves again. Sheik knew what it was but never would he have imagined it would feel that way.

“Kafei- f-faster!” He shuddered again, melting into the Terminian's arms. His eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to press a kiss to his jaw. “Please.. I need you to go faster-”

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Given any other situation, the almost desperate bucking of Kafei into his hands would have brought a teasing smirk to Sheik's face but being pent up like that, he could do nothing but throw a heated glance at the other's flushed face and breathing heavily in rhythm with their movements. He brought his other hand up to cup his lover's face and brush a thumb over his cheek, relishing in the sounds the blunette made. They made the blood shoot straight to his groin, even more so than before to the point where he was painfully hard and pushing back against those slender fingers.

They were removed at one point, leaving him feeling strangely empty and he voiced his unwillingness at the situation with a low whine, one that melted into the Terminian's lips. Both arms dropped to Kafei's shoulders and held on as he was pulled closer, anticipating what was to come with trembling legs.

“Go on.” He had sensed the other Sheikah's hesitation, even if it was only briefly and the relieved sigh melted into a gasp the more Kafei pressed into him. It went unnoticed by Sheik that he held his breath until the blunette was fully seated inside him and only then he released it in favour of drawing in deep breaths, panting almost. His eyes had fluttered shut in the process though now they opened at the older one's words. It took him a moment to focus on both his eyes and his words, but then he made a small sound in the back of his throat and pulled him down by his shoulders, hoping this was enough of an answer because he couldn't quite find his voice in-between trying to focus on relaxing his breathing.

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Link smiled with those words. He nodded, laying down and hugging the younger one close to his heart, scratching his head, closing his eyes and feeling the moment. He could be like this for hours and hours. He crossed his legs with Sheik’s, starving for more of his body, getting warm and feeling complete like this.

"Are you sleepy, love?", he asked, with a hoarse voice. He, himself, was sleepy and he only needed a time without speaking to sleep until the night. He was finally relaxed, without knowing the problems of the future and what would happen, entirely happy because he was with Sheik now. "You are so warm…"

He said that with a smile on his face, that died little by little as his body turned more and more relaxed.

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When Link relaxed in his embrace again, Sheik moved his hand back up to run through his hair, giving a soft sigh. His movements were a lot slower and could even be described as lazy. He moved a bit more, helping him intertwine their legs. The way the Hero was seated in-between his thighs it was easy to notice he was still a bit aroused but there was no way he could go with another round after the night before. Besides Link had gotten too sleepy to try now anyway, so he appreciated simply lying with him.

“Yes.” His voice was barely above a whisper and crimson eyes slid shut, eyelids feeling too heavy to hold up any more. Sheik wrapped his other arm around Link's back, drawing small circles on it though the movement got slower and slower by each passing second until he finally stopped. He was on the brink of falling asleep. “..wh't about Ezlo?”, he breathed.

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Care || theherooftime-oot & the-last-sheikah

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Anna had always been told that magical healing, whether it is done by a person or a fairy, was relatively quick and painless. You were supposed to close your eyes, count to three, and it’d be over and done with.

Anna had counted to three at least five times now, and nothing seemed to be changing.

“…’ucking liars…” She groaned under her breath as she clenched her jaw against another wave. She wanted to scream, cry, and die all at once as the magic seeped into her burn. She’d almost rather even have it heal on its own than do this, but she was already here, and it looked to be about half way done.

So instead, she groped for the Sheikah’s hand on her waist and began to squeeze at it. She then let her eyes close and her head fall backwards and started to count again under her breath, along with strings of the curse words she had been told to never use by the Kokiri.

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A look of compassion passed over the young Sheikah's face as he watched the burns heal and listened to the pained gasps falling from bruised lips. He knew, as much of a blessing the magical healing was, it was not a matter that could be taking lightly. There was medicine that would numb the pain or a specially brewed blue potion also had that effect, but the pure magic emitting from the Great Fairy's hands was not a pleasant ordeal.

“Hang in there.”, he heard himself mutter as his grip on the young woman tightened, keeping her from curling up on herself in pain. “It'll be over in no time.” He could take it from here. The Heroine would still need to rest some more, it had been days since she had first stepped into the temple and Sheik sincerely doubted she had rested properly in-between.

At least half an hour had passed until the fairy settled down besides them and gave Sheik a nod, for once speaking in a quiet voice as she told him “This is all I can do. She needs rest and perhaps some potions to regain proper health.” After that she disappeared into the magical waters of the fountain again and red eyes settled on the battered and bruised face of the Hylian in his arms.

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"Tell me about it."

 With that derisive comment he clenched his fists at his sides. Goddess, this place was absolutely horrible to him. Reminded him of how terrible life could be, and the troubles he’d endured while here. Breathing a shaky sigh he turned to Sheik with a rather blank expression. 

 Part of him wanted to apologise for being so reclusive and unbecoming with his words. He had no reason to be so secretive really, he just feared being associated with the Royal Family. Heroism was one thing, but to be held up by the fact that he was familiar with the Princess was an entirely different thing. Even more so with Sheik. A protector of the Royal Family… it made him damn uncomfortable that he did not fear questioning many things. Most people would back off at sight of the Ocarina, he only seemed more determined. 

 Mouth opening a few times probably to offer an apology, he eventually tilted his head downwards and shrugged, There was no point now. Soon enough they’d be done and time would be reset and he could go on without every encountering him. Apologise were irrelevant, so with a small curl of his fingers to  beckon the other to continue onwards he headed in the direction he remembered Sakon’s hideout being—

 Oh, of course. Despite the fact they’d avoided a considerable walk, there was still one last obstacle in the way of them— the large incline that was far too upright and devoid of rough surfaces to climb. He wasted no time in pulling out his hook-shot, giving a knowing glance to Sheik before handing the object to him and pointing upwards at the tree barely visible over it.

"You just need to get up there then toss it back down to me, feel free to move on as soon as you’ve done it. Sakon’s hideout should just be down the path to the right, remember?"

 He, rather evidently, wasn’t even trying to sound friendly any more. It was all business. He was glad to have assistance, but after that little exchange things became solely focused on the goal instead of the journey there. Backing away a few steps and crossing his arms over his chest, he nodded and gave Sheik as much room as he’d need.

 He’d be glad when this was over.

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Sheik knew that Link couldn't see what he was seeing. Perhaps he had noticed the drop in temperature or noticed how a shiver made his hair stand on its ends but even if he did believe in the dead haunting the land, there was no way he could see the truth. In his young life he had met Hylians who were able to acknowledge the presence of the dead, though to them it had mostly been blurred shapes at most. He'd once talked to an old lady in Kakariko who was known for her magnificent ability to brew potions and was said to be a witch and listened to her story about how she visited her dead husband's grave and talked to him every day. The way she had spoken had seemed a little odd, as if she had not meant a one sided conversation with a silent grave.

“We should go on.”, he gently offered then and tore his gaze away, intending not to draw too much attention to the shimmering vision he had seen at the far end of their path. As his eyes fell on the shorter boy, he saw him fumbling for words and realized he was equally uncomfortable with their earlier talk. It brought some sort of relief but the earlier anger mixed with frustration was still making the blood pump through his veins harder than usually.

However, when Link turned to him, he realized that he had finally made up his mind and the determination in those azure eyes made the Sheikah falter for a brief moment, wondering what that surge of emotion through his body was about. It felt familiar to see him like that, though it made no sense because he hadn't even known the boy for three days and despite his relations with the Royal Family – or Zelda, to be precise – he still found it hard to trust him.

But what else was he to do now?

“Thank you.”, the blond muttered as he took the strange device, recognizing it from one of the books he had read about weapons. He'd never used one before but the triggering button near the handle spoke for itself and thus he took a step back, narrowing his eyes so he could aim it at the tree Link had mentioned.

“Just make sure the dead don't get their hands on you.” It partly came out in a teasing tone though he had also meant it as a warning and, even though he would forever deny it, he also worried for the other. They were in this together and if the moon really was going to fall and seal their death sentence, he figured he should at least ease their tension until then. “And try to catch up.”

A soft click cut through the silence and with a jolt, he was pulled to the top of the wall. Once he had retracted the hook from the wood of the dead tree, he tossed the other the device and turned on his heels. He fell into a light jog and let his eyes dart over the walls, trying to find anything that seemed out of the ordinary or even the familiar mop of blue hair.

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That last crooking of Kafei's slender fingers left the blond rocking back at them, eager to find that blissful spot once more. By now nothing of that earlier serenity was left and his entire body seemed to ache from the need for release. The worst was where most of his blood had pooled and though he craved to reach out and take matters into his own hands, he slid his hand down Kafei's chest and abdomen instead.

Just that timid touch brought forth a pleased sigh that had him gasping in return and a quick glance told him just how hard it had to be for the blunette to hold back in order of thoroughly preparing him. A teasing smile tugged at the corner of Sheik's lips; hard indeed.

“I think so.”, he murmured in reply, blindly fumbling for that vial of oil Kafei had discarded on the mattress earlier. As soon as he found it, the cork was removed and some of that liquid poured over his fingers before it was put aside again and Sheik spread his legs further so he could reach in-between them to grasp the other male's length. Perhaps he could have spread the liquid quicker but he took his time in doing so, drawing out the pumps and strokes as he coated his erection with it.

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Holding on tightly to Kafei's neck as he took the chance to calm his fluttering nerves, Sheik ran his other hand through blond hair and over his face, sighing softly. “You're such a tease.” A breathless chuckle followed his words, as well as a heated glance up in the face of his beloved. He propped his legs up and angled one so he could brush a knee against the blunette's side, trying to establish as much physical contact as possible.

The movements were rather slow and lazy in contrary to the short whine Sheik had made in the back of his throat when Kafei had let go of him, though the occasional twitch of his hips told a different story. It felt unfamiliar to give up control like that and let the other guide him through unknown territory, but he knew that the Terminian would do anything to make this pleasant for both of them.

Further kisses were exchanged and when he felt Kafei shift on top of him, he realized it was partly to distract him from the probing hand at his most private body part. It didn't hurt but he hadn't expected it to; this wasn't unknown territory either though he had to admit that it felt much better than those times he'd tried it himself. Still, it was uncomfortable but the slow pace helped with getting accustomed to the feeling of being stretched.

Eventually Sheik had to break their kiss to moan into the hollow of the other Sheikah's throat as he crooked his fingers in the most delicious way. “A-ah-!”

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"Oh… You don’t need to do… Anything", he said, closing his eyes a bit. Sheik didn’t know how much Link liked when he touched his head like that, massaging and touching his hair. It was one of his weak points, besides his neck and back, and he always turn into a little puppy when he did that. "I was just… Afraid you would love someone other than me… May I say I’m way too jealous…"

And he smiled his pure, happy smile of his. He was becoming sleepy, and even though he would want to have another day/night of sex, he was aware Sheik couldn’t do that by that moment and that what he needed now was some caring. And now that he was thinking about that, he started to feel a little guilty.

"And… I’m sorry that I was so rough last night, I…", he sighed. "I waited for this for so long, and… I just couldn’t control myself… Do you want some medicine? I have it. I can take care of you… Do you want a massage? Fruit Juice? Anything? Ask me anything and I’ll give you"

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The petting movement faltered for a moment before picking up again as Sheik blinked down at the other in confusion. “There is no reason for jealousy, Link.”, he softly said, moving his hand to the base of the other blond's neck to massage the tender skin there. “When I'm quiet, it does not mean I am thinking about someone else. When I pull away, it's not because I crave someone else's touch.” He was aware that he was sometimes a little hard to read, even more so for someone like Link who did not shy away from other's that way.

“There has always only been you.”

He moved his hand down lower to gently press against the Hero's back, keeping him in place. “Link.”, he gently muttered then, giving a quiet chuckle. There was nothing he wanted his lover to do and he hadn't been lying when saying that he would be fine after a bit rest. Besides he needed to enjoy their time together as long as it lasted; they both had duties to attend to after all.

“Can we just lie here for a bit?”

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Sheik shuddered against him and let his head drop to Link's shoulder, fingers digging into his shoulder. He was losing what was left of his self control and fast; the alcohol was still singing in his blood and the combined heat of the shower and his lover pressed against him didn't help his string of thoughts.

“I-I never said..”, he murmured into the heated skin, crimson eyes opening as he let his head drop back once more when he felt Link's lips on his jawline. “I just- I feel so.. so hot.” The Sheikah leaned forward to kiss the other though Link dropped to his knees too quick for him to do so and it left him whining for the loss of contact and falling back against the wall once more.

His hand found the Hylian's hair once more and fisted into it, fingers curling into the blond strands and tugging as his mouth fell open to let out a heartfelt moan, trembling as he was once more engulfed in the blissful heat of Link's mouth. “G-Goddesses-” Sheik hissed, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He was starting to slide down the wall, his legs no longer able to support him.

“Link I-I .. I can't- nh..!”