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Modern Reader Adopts BOTW Link (Drabble)
Something goes wrong in the Resurrection Chamber. Link is awake, but he has yet to emerge. It's when small cries echo out that the spirit of the former king decided to go investigate.
Link is alive, but regressed in age so much that he's physically and mentally five years old! He didn't have the stanima to climb the wall, nor the strength to move boxes to help him climb over.
Desperate, the king spirit uses a form of ancient, forbidden magic to bring forth someone who could raise Link to be the hero Hyrule needs him to be in 3 years' time.
After getting over the shock of dimension travel, your immediate reaction was rage.
You encourage Link to wear your sound canceling headphones, and then you unleash your anger.
You rip into the ghost king with his past failures, reminding him that this is all his fault. Harshly critique his parenting skills and degrade him for the nerve of sending a child to fight an adult's war.
He argues back that Link is the descendant of a wielder of the Triforce and how some of his predecessors saved Hyrule at eight years old.
You show him Link's hand in response. No triforce symbol there.
"But how can this be?!" The king cried. "He's a direct descendant!"
"You fool. Courage is not a trait one inherits through bloodlines." You reply.
The king then tries to magically speed up Link's growth, but it hurts the child! You attack in retaliation. Ghost or not, you were throwing hands!
Your straightforwardness and protective nature earned you the triforce of courage, and you use it to end the ghost king like Harry Potter did Professor Quirrell. You choose to dwell on the fact that you have magic later and comfort your new son.
The child clings to your shirt, as far as his little arms could reach, and sobs as you cradle and nuzzle him.
"There, there. The bad man's gone now. Mommy made sure he wouldn't be able to hurt you any more."
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(Should I continue?)
How the Different Links Kiss You | BotW, OoT, TP & SS
I’m back with more headcanons bc I am once again in a Link mood. These kissing headcanons also have some fluff ones sprinkled in there too but I don’t think that bothers anyone lmaoo. Anyway likes and reblogs greatly appreciated! Please enjoy!
Notes: Pure, disgustingly sweet fluff
Hero of the Wild
Seguir leyendo
❝the one that got away.❞
ʚ aged up, oot! link x fairy navi, fem! reader ɞ
synopsis: a fairy and a hero who were everything to each other—knowing what they are and what they are not—ignorant of the longing clouding their eyes when looking at the other until it was too late.
genres: angst, romance.
content warnings: mentions of impending death (you shouldn’t be surprised >:D), mentions of blood and wounds, and major spoilers of ocarina of time.
word count: 1.3k words.
author’s note: inspired by katy perry’s ‘the one that got away.’
―originally posted on @mydarling-iv, jan. 17, 2023
ʚ masterlist ɞ
The battle against Ganondorf has long been won, you and your hero claimed victory with one final swipe of the Goddess Blade.
Now camping in the woods, a serene silence enveloped you and your peacefully sleeping partner as you made the trek back home.
Home. The word makes you feel giddy and warm inside.
Taking a good look at Link’s sleeping face, the blue glow of your wings casted a blanket of a baby blue hue on the hero’s face which accentuated his pretty features.
You smile softly, recalling of your various adventures around Hyrule but your solace is short lived.
In another life.
Pain wracks your body and you bite your lip to prevent a cry to leave your lips, a soft plink that would wake up your beloved hero.
So, you twist away, fluttering to a nearby lake you and Link had stumbled upon before you set up camp.
Pain flares up and a scorching heat spreads atop your skin before a garbled scream leaves your lips unwillingly.
You force yourself to shed your miniature form before reverting to your true form, limbs and body growing to that of a grown hylian woman’s but with delicate, baby blue lace-like wings adorning your back.
You feel warmth run down your limbs and a grimace etches its way to your face at your realization, it was the blood seeping from your wounds warming your skin.
You wanted to laugh at your pathetic chances, even the goddesses above won’t grant you a small bit of time to tell him before you’re tittering on the edge of life and death.
I would be your girl.
Stumbling into the lake’s clear waters, you see your blood mingling with the water, creating ribbons of red that made you feel sick, your body screaming in warning at its incoming collapse
Your fixation on the water keeps you distracted and before you know it your knees start of buckle.
Yet, strong and familiar arms circle your body, preventing you from collapsing into the water.
Through your blurry vision, you meet sky blue eyes that remind you of a stunning, cloudless sky and the familiar blue orbs somehow eases the pain you feel.
“Navi?” Link croaks.
His scent of sweet pine and roasted chestnuts engulf your nose, hugging you in an embrace that brought thoughts of home and nostalgia.
You smile softly, bringing your hand to cup his cheek before your thumb caresses his cheekbone. “Y/n.” You hum weakly.
You see confusion flooding his bluebell orbs, “Navi is my fae name, we fae never give away our true names, dummy.” You breathe out and Link’s heart drops.
Eyes following his, you see his eyes surveying your wounds. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You don’t know if his question is directed to your wounds or your true name, “I was planning to, but I was too late.”
Smiling painfully, a bitter ache makes a home within your heart. “I had so much to tell you, Link.” You laugh softly and you know he can pick up on the anguish within your tone.
We’d keep all our promises.
Link falls silent, tears collecting behind his lashes. “Why must it be you?” He croaks, his sturdy arms hugging you tighter and you relish being in his embrace.
A comforting warmth embraces you and you're reminded of home once more.
Link—He is your home.
The realization makes your heart flutter as it also intensifies the ache you feel.
“The three goddesses will it, my beloved.” You hum, laying your head against his sturdy chest, listening to the strong beats his heart gives against his chest and you find yourself wishing it’d beat for you too.
Be us against the world.
┊ ੈ✩‧₊*°࿐ྂ。
Link thought he was going insane.
Through bouts of fever and illness, he’d catch glimpses of a woman with soft blue wings and a stunning smile adorning her face, an aura of familiarity blanketing the air around her.
But now, he sees the very woman in his arms, fully lucid enough to soak in the entirety of her.
She turned out to be you, his fairy companion he’d call ‘Navi’ on his shared journeys with you.
Y/n. Your true name rolls smoothly off his tongue like honey, just like the sweet scent you radiated.
In another life.
Your e/c eyes meet his and he feels his heart skip a beat, pulse skyrocketing.
You’re as beautiful as the first time Link had caught fragmented glimpses of you when he first fell ill early on into your shared journey, too sick to be fully lucid.
Yet those shattered pieces of the remnants of you seemed to have been burned into his mind and Link doesn’t know if it was by his will or something else.
A painful melancholy digs into his heart before making a permanent home there. He had just gotten to know you, the true you, the you who constantly plagued his mind.
You’d appear within his mind during the moon’s reign and you’d whisk through his thoughts when the sun rose, leaving him fumbling like a fool.
But yet, you’re starting to drift from his reach once more; a dream he could only yearn for, always out of reach.
“The three goddesses will it, my beloved.” His heart aches and flutters in an agonizing mix of forlorn hope and pain.
I would make you stay.
“I love you, you know.” Link’s heart drops at your admission, the words heavier than anything else he’d had to bear the burden of.
He doesn’t know whether to embrace the happiness or the pain dancing within his heart.
He cups your face tenderly, as if any drastic movement would break you, before bringing you to face him, his grip on your jaw gentle enough for you to pull away if you so desire to.
You nuzzle into his palm before a weak yet pretty smile adorns your face, the very face that invaded countless of his dreams that would leave his heart hammering with a simple smile that was oh so sweet whenever he awoke.
So I don’t have to say,
Link feels his heart become heavy, being tugged painfully with your incoming demise.
Goddesses, he wants all the time in the world with you.
He so desperately wished that the time would travel back to a period where he can undo your wounds and wrap his arms tightly around your figure with the intent of never letting you go.
And yet, here you are, slipping through his fingertips like fine sand that’d ultimately determine that time would be up.
You were the one that got away.
Tears freely roll down the Hero of Time’s cheeks because of the overwhelming melancholy that wound so tightly around his heart.
His life had been full of countless losses, everything ripped away from his rightful hand in devastating waves.
He had never asked for anything else from everyone surrounding him, not one thing from the Kokiri, from Saria, from Zelda, or even from the Goddess Hylia.
And when he did realize that he wanted one thing, you and your safety, even that one simple request seemed to be a greedy wish of his that the Goddesses could not fulfill.
Link wanted to scream at the absurdity of it all.
He was destined to be a hero.
He is a one.
Yet he couldn’t even save you.
So why does he feel like a fraud?
Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness make a home in his heart at your incoming absence and it utterly kills him inside.
So now, he holds you for the first and last time, basking in the comforting warmth you radiated and the sweet scent of nectar and honey emanating from you.
Link’s thumb traces the edge of your lips, oh so soft and delicate, causing your eyes to flutter softly to a close.
Hand moving from your jaw to the small of your back, he provides support to your head as he brings you closer.
Link’s hand gently cradles the base of your head and he presses a saccharine kiss to your temple before tenderly confessing, “I grew to love you too.”
The one that got away.
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Are you sick of me yet?
Hyrule!Link x GN!Reader ✭
Synopsis: Link refuses to leave you alone after you lose to him
Content Warnings: cocky link, possessiveness if you squint, light cussing, a lil kithy kith, and uhhhh jealous zelda if that’s how u wanna see it 🧍
A/N: jesus link brain rot is getting to me rn, and i got the new loz themed nintendo switch cause i’m OBSESSED- pls it’s so pretty🥰
Word count 1 .4k
To everybody, Link was a man of few words, and to most, he was intense. Never speaking much, and when he did, his words were blunt, curt, and devoid of vulnerability. He didn’t care what others thought of him, only that he got paid fairly for his work. Though there was a side of him that he didn’t show all that much, a side of him that only reared it’s head depending on the situation. He wasn’t secretly a softie or anything, no no, he was worse.
“That was a tough loss.” Link said while inhaling through his teeth, mocking something close to sympathy. You had just finished a racing competition, which wasn’t something you usually engaged in, simply because you were one to get really competitive and you were a sore loser, but you’d never show it, nor ever confirm it out loud, but you were. it was a fact you couldn’t deny. So you ignored Link’s comment, simply ignoring him as you made your way to your steed, walking a bit faster in hopes Link wouldn’t catch up, because if you were being honest, if you had to look at the grin on his face…you’d probably punch it. Though Link wasn’t having it, taking your silence as a challenge.
You sharply turned a corner in hopes he’d just give up his attempts to get you to lash out at him. Moments from the race replaying in your mind, pissing you off more. The reason he was so amused by your loss is because you’re known to be one of the most talented racers in the kingdom, and you had come second, and Link of course, was in first. He wasn’t going to let you live this down that much is for sure, not unless you were able to rub his ego into the mud…and then stomp on it multiple times…then maybe setting it on fire. If it was possible, you’d consider traveling across Hyrule to throw it into a volcano.
Lost in your thoughts, with your eyes fixated on the cobblestone path beneath you, you didn’t see the encroaching obstacle in front of you until you collided with it. Looking up at a very unpleasant face. Link didn’t say a word, just staring down at you with that stupid smug face, as if you were smaller than him. Physically yes. But in every other aspect absolutely not, but as much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but feel heat rising to your cheeks at the proximity between the two of you. You stepped to the side to leave him behind yet again, though he mirrored your actions holding his expression.
“Can I help you, asshole?” You spat, sounding like more of a demand rather than a question. But much to your displeasure, your comment only inflated his ego as he tilts his head playfully at you.
“Aw don’t be like that.” He teases, causing your scowl to intensify.
“Shut up. Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.” You retort. Pushing past him.
“You know me well~” He chuckles. The sound making your stomach flutter.
“Piss off.” Eyes focused on the stable that your Loftwing resides in, sleeping peacefully.
“No. I don’t think I will~” He taunts. Unbeknownst to you, he picks up his pace, inching his face closer to yours, whispering into your ear. “I know you like it when I tease you.” Emitting a sharp gasp from you, whipping your head at him with a look of disbelief, holing a hand over your ear.
“No I don’t!” You retort, a little more enthusiastically than you intended, mentally cursing yourself as you see Link puffing out his chest; and by your red cheeks, it only confirms his statement.
“Yeah?” His tone was quiet, as if you’d both get in trouble if he was heard. But as he starts moving towards you, absent-mindedly stepping back as he did, until your back hits the cold stone wall, only then do you realize it’s just you that’s in trouble. “Then why are you so flustered then?” Asking a question he already knows the answer to.
“I’m not.” You stare at him through your eyelashes, trying to intimidate him, though you know it won’t work. This causes Link to tilt his head once more, but his expression is different this time. He’s looking at you like he wants something…needs something. You immediately pick up on this; his hungry gaze, half-lidded eyes analyzing every inch of your face causing your heart to beat rapidly.
You turn your head away from him to hide your red face. But Link wasn’t having it. He wanted you to squirm under him his gaze, lifting a hand to your chin and tilting it up so you’d look at him. He was surprisingly gentle with his movements, slowly pulling your chin upwards towards him but stopping before your lips could touch. The proximity of your faces causing your eyes to flicker to his lips, only for a moment before meeting his eyes again. Though this didn’t go unnoticed by the man in front of you, causing him to look down at you with a seductive glint in his eyes.
“See something you like?” Link teases, adoring how red you’ve gotten. He moves closer, lips ghosting over each other for a few seconds before you can’t take it anymore and finally kiss him, a hand snaking up his neck; fingers lacing between his soft blonde locks while your other hand lays against his ribcage for support. Your boldness causing Link to chuckle into the kiss, sending heat through your body like shockwaves which only intensifies when his hands find their place on your hips, using them as an anchor to push his body against yours, chests pressed against each other.
He pushes his tongue into your mouth, his hand dragging up your body as it settles on your jaw, pulling you even closer. His kiss is heated, rough, and possessive, as if this was his way of claiming you as his, and deep down, you didn’t mind as much as you said you did, indulging yourself in him. Both of you were growing desperate, frantic even, as if you’ll die if you separate, but sadly breathing is a necessity.
You break the kiss to breathe, but before you can even take a full breath, Links lips find yours again, groaning into your mouth.
“Ahem!” A distant voice echoed. Causing you both to freeze, Link pulling away from your lips to turn his head towards the voice, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. As Link moved his head, you were mortified to see Zelda standing a few meters away with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at you two clearly unimpressed with what she walked in on. “Link, my father wants to speak with you. He insists you meet with him as soon as…” She trails off, eyes flickering to you for a moment, then back to link. “…you’re done with your little rendezvous.” Zelda finished, turning on her heel and taking her leave.
Link looks back at you with a that same stupid smirk, and your just absolutely traumatized that the princess caught you making out with her knight, but Link has a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Wanna keep goin?” Link said with optimism. Which pissed you off considering you’re probably not the princess’ favorite person after that; the thought far from pleasant as you pushed him away and stormed off.
“Argh- you’re so stupid! Don’t ever pull that again.” A frustrated hand running through your hair, trying to find something to help you forget about the whole ordeal.
This causes Link to let out a low chuckle, watching the way your hips sway as you fade into the distance.
“That’s what you said last time.”
being link's travel companion
pairing: link x gn!reader
tags: fluff, implied crush
both you and link had been traveling on your own, before the two of you even met for the first time
one evening, link joined you by your campfire as you rested for the night and the two of you realized you were both traveling hyrule on your own
so, you decided to team up!
with no concrete destination, your goal was to see as much as you could together!
during your trips, you often came across enemies or had to hunt for food and link always admired your strength and courage
you were often the one leading the expeditions and walking ahead to clear an area, despite link being plenty capable himself
link genuinely admired you, thinking he had found an equal in you – or maybe even someone who outshined him!
though one night by the campfire, the two of you were talking and you ended up confessing to link that you weren't as brave as he thought you were
you only pretended to be fearless, hoping that one day you really wouldn't fear anything anymore…
despite that confession of yours, link refused to change his mind about you!
doing the things you fear was the definition of being brave!
if anything, he only admired and loved you more now…
Apple Merchant [BOTW!Link x Isekai!Reader]
In which Isekai!Reader becomes a merchant, and unintentionally Link's benefactor.
Even more self-indulgent trash. The usual.
TW: Nothing worth mentioning.
Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.
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Being transported into a video game was not as dramatic as the media had led you to believe. For one, there was no bright, all encompassing light nor the feeling of a thousand worlds ripping themselves asunder. Instead, you had taken one step out of your door and crossed the threshold into an endless field of tall grass.
Panic should have taken hold by that point, but it didn't. You'd later learn it was just postponed by the shock of it all. At the time though, you'd simply taken stock of the situation, scanned the horizon for civilization and started in on the first plumes of smoke you found in the distance.
You'd been lucky. So incredibly lucky it had been a village that you'd landed near and not something more sinister. That you had decided against going near the waterfall or towards the forested area where a clear path was etched into the hillside.
You hadn't known that yet though. Instead, you'd taken the most direct route and hiked up the steep grassy slope heading towards the plumes.
Near the top you'd taken a short break beside an apple tree, admiring the perfect shape of the fruit hidden throughout it's low hanging branches. How large they were, and how brightly colored.
You'd taken one, struggling to pull it from it's stem. You were surprised by just how heavy it was when it finally did give way; more akin to holding a watermelon then an apple and as large as a grapefruit.
It was strange, but you figured it was just a variety of apple you were not familiar with, or perhaps you were heading towards a farm that was working on a new type of apple for the market.
You decided to save this one for later, in case the place you were heading didn't have resturants or take card payments. The surrounding land looked pretty rural, so you wouldn't be all that surprised if they didn't.
As soon as you'd thought it though, the apple disappeared. No light or sound or anything to indicate the unnatural occurrence, just popped out of existence.
It should have startled you, and it did, but you didn't panic. Not yet. That would come later. Right then, it was almost like you were dreaming.
In the top left corner of your vision a flicker of red came into existence. A simple line of words ended in an explanation point that pinged at your subconscious.
[New Item!]
And you'd thought, 'What a strange dream.'
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Four years later, and you knew this was most certainly not a dream. The panic had passed, the initial pain of loss and separation had eased. The confusion of a new language and culture had settled into smooth integration.
The easy acceptance of the Hateno people helped a great deal with that.
Honestly, it helped that the population was as small as it was. While some cultures would shun outsiders upon contact, the scarcity of new blood had made your arrival quite the welcome event. Even if you were a human.
Perhaps even because you were a human. It was hard to tell sometimes. Your round ears were equal parts admired and awkwardly avoided in polite conversation.
You tried not to think about it too much.
The bottom line was that you had been transmigrated into Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Your head now contained the equivalent of the Sheikah slate and the differences in product quality here and your world was, to put it frankly, wacked. The metabolism and durability of the region's residents was even more so.
The apple you had picked up the first day had lasted you two days. Each bite was equivalent to eating two apples. Eating a whole apple was enough to make you sick. You'd watched a hyrulian child munch down three of them with no issues, and then ask for dinner.
Your conclusion; Magic. Hyrule was very similar to your own world, but the addition of magic had fundamentally altered the biological makeup of it's inhabitants.
It wasn't a difficult conclusion to come to. Hell, one of the farmers had even given you a brief rundown on the magic quality in the soil once, explaining the emergence of Hearty foodstuffs. It was an eye opener for sure, though a welcome one.
However, things got complicated in your case. The addition of gamer like attributes seemed to alter the world around you to an alarming degree. Nothing too noticeable thankfully, but still noteworthy.
Things you picked or put in your inventory had a way of coming back within a few days. This, you'd learned, was not the norm. A harvested field stayed harvested until it was replanted. A picked apple stayed gone until a new one grew from another bud.
Things did not just reappear after enough time away from them. Hyrule did not have that type of magic, though it would seem you did. Which, honestly, was fine by you. It helped you make a living at the beginning.
Food, you found, was a precious commodity. The game made it seem easily accessible, but in reality it was a hit or miss depending on the season. Late spring through early fall was bountiful, but the rest of the year was downright miserable.
People here lived on what could be grown locally. When things stopped growing, people started struggling.
Not to say most residents starved, but the cost of a bale of wheat went up drastically in the winter. Nevermind the cost of fresh fruit, meat or anything not pickled or preserved.
The game never showed this side to Hyrule. The part where these magical people with their high metabolisms suffered during the lean winter months. How they worked and saved all year just to break even through the cold season.
Winter might have been the time of hardship, but it was your golden goose. It was how you made a living, how you came out ahead.
Anything stored within your mindslate stayed perfectly preserved, untouched by time nor the effects of decomposition. And added to your unusual effect on the world, it allowed you to amass a literal shit ton of resources.
At first you'd make daily trips around the village gathering enough materials to ensure a place at the inn every night. Anything would do. Wheat, crickets, apples, the occasional fish, even fairies.
(Strange that one, how your mindslate just stored living beings like that. They were the one thing you didn't mess with. Just let them sit in there, as far from your mind as possible.)
You cut grass with your rusty sword, hacked down small trees with your equally cheap and rusted ax, roamed the nearby woods for mushrooms, beetles or lizards. Occasionally, you'd even find a more unusual item. Like a sword or shield just laying in the grass.
You'd try not to think of how it got there.
You gathered resources for a living, and the shop owners came to know you as the Apple Merchant. It was sweet actually, and it seemed to endear you to some of the residents.
Perhaps they appreciated that you were trying to make a life for yourself among them, not just begging for handouts. Or maybe it was pity for the foreign human who didn't know hyrulian common well. Hard to tell.
When winter came that first year, is when you realized the full breath of your situational advantage.
One year. That's all it took. One year to become one of the wealthiest people in the village.
And they didn't even realize it.
A bundle of carrots purchased cheaply during the height of harvest season sold for five times that amount in the winter. A bundle of wheat, nearly seven. And meat was something else entirely. Rare enough during the warm season, it became worth its weight in gold the moment winter set in and creatures ventured to warmer regions.
Winter was a literal Godsent.
And the next winter was even more profitable. Now armed with the foresight of experience, you planned your life around it. Bought overflow harvest in bulk, bought out traveling merchant's wares without a second glance.
You prepared, and you thrived. Your bare threat clothes became wool, your worn shoes became comfortable soft leather. You bought a horse, then three, a wagon. Hired guard detail.
Became a merchant. The Apple Merchant; written in clear hyrulian script across your wagon.
By the third year, you were in Lurelin, Kakariko, and every stable and small settlement in the southern reaches of Hyrule. Damn near made it to Gerudo too, before the logistics of such a trip set you back.
You made it though, on your forth year. Reaped the benefits of being a well stocked merchant in an inhospitable place like Gerudo desert. Never made it to Gerudo town though, but the outlier villages more than made up for that.
Life was good. It was profitable. You could even say you were happy.
Then it happened in the early spring of the fifth year. The Shiekah towers rose.
It was nothing that should have concerned you. Link had finally awoken from his 100 year slumber as he was meant to, and his story would continue on without you. Your paths would probably never cross. You were just one of the thousand's of merchants making a living all across Hyrule.
You were nobody in the grand scheme of things. You were someone completely removed from the big picture.
Until you weren't.
And it started with a missing apple.
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Now I return to the shadows to rest.
Plis help me to find this fic 😭💔
From what I remember it was about Reader being transported to Hyrule, that's where the heroes of almost all the games are found.
At first she thinks she was kidnapped by them but in the end this misunderstanding is cleared up.
Time passes and one of them ends up remembering her (since he recognizes the reader as his guide during his adventure/game)
I vaguely remember that Ravio also appears at a certain point and refers to the reader as a fairy (I hope that detail helps in something)
Crucible - Ch 9
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: Determined to uncover the Champion’s secret, you meddle in dangers you do not understand.
AO3
You didn’t sleep more than a few hours, and judging by the dark circles under his eyes, the Champion hadn’t slept well either. You gave him a thorough once-over but said nothing; the Zora prince had already launched into a speech about his great city, pointing out the landmarks as he went.
“There is our largest market, the Coral Reef. People come here from all over the region for our rare herbs and fish! And there’s the Seabed Inn, featuring our famous waterbeds. Oh, down there is one of our shrines, but I’m sure Link could tell you more of those than I could! Ah, and above our city is the great statue dedicated to Lord Jabu-Jabu, though there is no statue more beloved than that of Princess Mipha, my sister… who is still sorely missed.”
You tried to give the Zora a sympathetic smile, but you weren’t entirely sure you delivered. It was difficult to pay attention when you kept recalling the Champion slinking away in the night. Whenever you glanced in his direction he seemed just as inattentive of the prince’s words, his brows furrowed as his eyes had a faraway glaze to them. You wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. He’d been acting like that all morning, and after getting used to his focus being on you, it was strange to be suddenly ignored.
You were both forced to pay attention as the prince’s last stop was the throne room itself. King Dorephan was simply too large to be real, and you nearly hid behind the Champion again at the sight of the massive Zora king.
But you didn’t. And between the king’s boisterous voice and his warm words, it was quickly made clear that he was as generous and kind as his son. He welcomed you both to his kingdom and offered any aid you required. All you had to do was inform his son.
They were so trusting. So open and willing to share. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. Even the Zora children weren’t frightened of you. After the noon meal, you managed to lose both the Champion and your appointed guard and ended up in an open room with a series of little pools. Within them swam the children, and they eyed you curiously as you sat next to one of the waterfalls.
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Crucible - Ch 10
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: Link prays he’s not too late, and that his fear of not being able to protect her doesn’t come to fruition.
AO3
Link woke up a start. He jerked upright, panting as his heart hammered in his chest, his mind reeling in confusion.
Did he have another nightmare? He couldn’t remember, but his heart was beating too fast, and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. What had woken him in such a state if not another nightmare—
The mournful cry came again, and Link’s eyes went wide.
Vah Ruta.
Link rushed out of bed and yanked on his boots so fast he nearly lost his balance, stumbling to the bedroom door while tugging up one shoe. He burst through his door and the one across the hall.
“Blue!—“
Her bed was empty.
No. His heart seized in sudden fear. No, no, no.
Something was terribly wrong. Vah Ruta was awake and trumpeting in distress. He had a horrible feeling he would find Blue when he got to the beast.
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Crucible - Ch 11
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: The Champion is persistent in all things, even when you don’t want to be found.
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You huddled on top of the glowing circle, legs curled to your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around them. The light bathed you with its faint glow, and it was soothing, even as your limbs shook, and your body trembled.
It was cold, you were wet, but mostly, you were just terrified. The prince and the Champion’s words repeated themselves over in your mind, and the memory of what you’d experienced in the beast was also on an endless cycle.
You could admit that you’d panicked and hadn’t thought this through. If you’d been smart you would have returned to your room, grabbed your bag, and fled from the city. As it was, you were wearing little more than a dressing gown, your feet bare, only cognizant enough to grab your nearby cloak before running from the room.
You tugged the hood further over your face. You didn’t know what to do now. Hope you could make it back to the stable and steal the horse? No, you wouldn’t know how to ride her, and you didn’t want to be responsible for another living being.
Wait for the Champion to leave without you? Perhaps he would be relieved you were gone, and he would no longer have to carry this burden. Yes, that was the most likely scenario. You could sneak back into the city at night, steal what you could since your belongings were a lost cause, and then leave.
There had been a large, beautiful painting in your room of the map of Hyrule. The Champion had been correct that there was so much more to the world than Tarrey Town, and as you’d gazed at the painting, you’d felt a deep desire to see it all. To travel the Gerudo Desert, climb the peaks of the Hebra Mountains, explore the Eldin Canyon, and wander the Great Hyrule Forest.
Perhaps this was your chance. And if you traveled alone, you wouldn’t have to be concerned with who or what you were. You could see the world and avoid the places where the people lived. Getting involved only brought you trouble.
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Secret House Keeper (Link x Reader) PART THREE
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲! 𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱!
𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁! @gummy-dummy
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
L was short for Link. That’s what he told you as soon as he woke up to the smell of you dropping off a bowl of Gourmet Meat Stew on his dresser.
So of course, you had to stay.
When he collapsed in front of you all those days ago, you really didn’t know what to do. Admittedly, you probably wasted a few precious seconds as you freaked out over his unconscious, bleeding-out body. Thankfully for you, the sound of your family quickly approaching over the bridge leading to his house was enough for you to pull yourself together.
Before anything could be done, however, He had to be stripped of his shield, his sword, and his bow. The bow was new- something you didn’t recognize. The sword was obviously something Hylian. A traditional model that you had seen many times yet you learned the name. The shield was another Hunter’s Shield. Decorated with holes and dents from where it was obviously used to block arrows, it looked like it was on its last leg. It was not that different from the one that hung up on his wall right now. You wonder if he had a similar upbringing as you did with your own Hunter’s shield. The thought made your heart heavy.
Rolling him onto his back, your parents go to work. They dressed his wounds, making sure you understood all the steps they took. While that happened, you flitted around his house for a clean pair of clothes and rags to soak up all of the blood. It was a messy process- messier than cleaning his house has ever been- but you gritted your teeth and bore it. You had involved yourself in his life already. It would be a shame to just leave so suddenly. Especially when someone is in their darkest hour of need.
An hour later, his life was no longer in immediate danger.
Your parents had patched him up and moved him to bed up the stairs. Your dad took the liberty of changing his clothes, swapping his now dyed blood-red Hylian Tunic for an old, three-quarter-sleeved shirt that you found buried in one of the trunks in his room. His current Hylian Trousers were traded for a new pair that you estimated to be too big for his surprisingly little frame.
At the same time, you got straight to work scrubbing the floor when he collapsed while your mother left to start on a nice, big pot of Gourmet Meat Stew. The dark red stain was hard to get out of the hardwood floors. Your fingers were starting to ache, and your knuckles turned white as you tried to buff the blood out of the floor. But eventually, you triumphed. Slowly but surely, you got your progress. And luckily for you, you had just finished cleaning up the last of the tiny blood splatters on the wall nearby right as your mother returned, stew in hand.
Your parents sat at the freshly cleaned table, their stews in their belly as they admired all the weapons and shields on display and spoke mutely about what had just occurred. Their own little whispers about what they thought happened. You didn’t hear any of it. Not one bit.
Instead, you found yourself sitting on the side of his bed, stew left unattended as you dabbed at his glistening skin. A bowl of his own sat next to yours, but they were both growing cold. You were fine with eating the stew when it was lukewarm, but if he didn’t stir soon, you would probably have to fix him something else. Something that wouldn’t sit in his chest if the dish was too cold. Maybe a nice, warm Meat and Rice Bowl would be a good idea. You could slice any of the leftover meat that wasn’t used in the stew into thin strips. Paired with a bowl of fluffy rice, you’re sure he’ll be able to take it down smoothly. Besides, a dish like that would be easy to prepare quickly.
It came as no surprise to yourself that you had already decided on being the one to nurse him back to health. Getting him wrapped up and off the floor was the first challenge. Even now, as he laid underneath his covers, unconscious but alive, you knew he couldn’t be left alone. You were probably the only one in your family with enough free time to tend to such a wounded patient. Not to mention, not knowing what had happened to him scared you. Stranger or not, you weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of putting him in someone else’s care. Especially when the very boy you wanted to meet almost had his life slip away in front of you.
And with that, his recovery was another item on your To-Do list. A more fragile, delicate item, but another item nonetheless. It’s the least you could do. For invading his home. Just to clean it. Unannounced…
Anyways-
The hours began to blur after that. You sat by his side for a long time, watching the sun disappear and the moon rises into the sky. Your parents left after speaking to each other for a little while, coming up to see you before they turned in for the night. You managed to convince your dad to bring you a blanket as well as the ingredients for the Meal and Rice bowl while they were cleaning your empty bowl and L’s untouched stew. You spent hours tending to him, watching for any sign of a problem- discomfort, infections, anything. Luckily, you were met with nothing but a relaxed face and quiet puffs of air passing from his lips. All was well.
Eventually, he did stir.
It was late at night when he did, and you had already turned off all but one lamp in his house for the night. His eyes were barely open, and his eyelashes fluttered as he tried to focus his eyes. Soft noises erupted from his throat as made quick work of steaming your rice and cooking the leftover, now sliced meat. You realized he was barely lucid when you returned to his side. You thought that would be a problem at first considering how he couldn’t feed himself in such a state.
Thankfully, you came up with the idea of spoon-feeding him- an idea that surprisingly worked. All you had to do was prop him up a little against the headboard of his bed. A gentle prod of your spoon against his lips was enough for his brain to recognize what needed to happen, even while he was in such a fuzzy state. It was a slow, slow process of feeding him, and the silence was only broken by your murmured words of comfort and encouragement. You eventually got him to finish close to half of the rice bowl and the majority of the meat before he turned his head away and his eyes fluttered shut. Near-silent snores filled the air after that. He had gone to sleep.
This process continued for six more meals over the course of the next two days. You would spoon-feed him. The first four meals were still Meat and Rice bowls. Always freshly cooked. Always nice and hot from the kitchen. You would blow on it gently before feeding it to him, and he would slowly eat your cooking in the same daze from the day before. He was slowly eating more and more as each mealtime went by. During the last two meals, he started to become present enough to handle something a little different. Your father had started a fresh pot of Gourmet Beef Stew for lunch on the second day after L had collapsed so you decided to bring a bowl for him. You focused on feeding him the broth mostly and were able to feed him some of the smaller chunks of meat while slipping in some veggies here and there.
You were able to do that one more time before he woke up.
“W-where..?” His whisper was hoarse, yet it rang out in the early morning air. “W-what happen-”
His words cut off with a harsh cough as he sits up. You sucked in a sharp breath, surprised to see him up so suddenly, but you instantly rushed to his side. In seconds you were reaching for the pitcher of water you had sitting out on the bedside table and pouring him a glass of water. His cheeks flush as he struggles to gain his breath again while you spend a couple extra moments rubbing his back softly and balancing a glass of water in your free hand.
Eventually, the coughs stop, and he accepts the glass of water from your hand. He drinks it greedily, downing the whole thing in seconds before letting his hands fall to his side. Silence settles between the two of you as you eye him carefully, watching for any problems. You had been at his side for so long- only leaving to wash up or let your father change his clothes, so he was allowed privacy. The first night you had slept at the foot of his bed, just in case he turned too suddenly and ended up hurting himself further. Every night after that, you slept minimal hours in your own bed at home. And you always made sure to rush back to L’s house, never wanting to leave him alone for long. You’d be damned if anything happened to him now.
When he turns to you, you’re met with a beautiful sight. You had admired his features while he was asleep sure, but now that he was awake, you couldn’t help but stare in awe. His eyes were big, round, and a gorgeous shade of blue. They were like fresh water from a stream or a clear sky. His eyebrows were thick and full, and for some reason, you could just tell they were almost always furrowed. His nose was small but fit his face perfectly. Coupled that with his long, messy, dirty blonde hair and you couldn’t help but be impressed by how cute and boyish he looked.
Before you started cleaning his house, you had always caught glimpses of him from afar. Judging by how he lived alone and would always be outdoing Goddesses know what, you figured he’d be a lot older. But despite how young you thought he looked physically, you knew deep down his age didn’t change the fact that he must be a seasoned adventurer. A fighter, an explorer- perhaps even a soldier in his past life.
When he had collapsed in front of you, that was just a mere moment of weakness. The L in front of you now doesn’t have the same appearance as the L you’ve been nursing all this time. He looked guarded. Tense even, as if he was ready to run at the first sign of a predator. Those beautiful, round blue eyes of his didn’t carry the innocence that most people usually came to associate blue eyes with. They were not as soft as a babbling brook or as dainty as the summer sky at noon. They were hard. They were walled up. And they were looking at you as if you were a threat. Who knew that someone so young could look so old? So experienced? Despite looking close to your age, you have never met someone who seemed so un-
“-like me…” Your thought finishes itself out loud before you’re able to realize what happened. Despite the words coming out as a whisper, L’s eyes narrow at you. The look he gives you is intense. It feels angry, almost. It’s obvious that he heard you. And it’s even more obvious that you have to now pick up the pieces and explain yourself. “Um- I wanted to apologize for coming into your home uninvited! When you collapsed, I knew I couldn’t just leave you there so I-”
“You’re the housekeeper.”
L’s voice is firm, yet gentle as he cuts you off. There’s no question mark that follows his words. It’s a statement. Pure and simple. He sounds confident and completely sure of himself. When you look in his eyes again, you realize that it’s not anger that you spotted. His gaze is still cloudy from recovery, and his eyes look like he’s deep in thought as he speaks to you. It’s as if he’s trying to recognize you from someplace. You doubt he’s in much of a position to do anything but rest, but you couldn’t help but ask:
“How did you know I was the ‘housekeeper’?”
It feels odd calling yourself that since there was no initial formal agreement between the two of you. Despite this, being called the housekeeper so casually helped you feel like he doesn’t see you as much as a threat. Hopefully, at least.
“I saw you.” He states simply. When you blink at him owlishly, tilting your head in confusion, he starts by clearing his throat and explains himself further. “Before I- before I fell, I mean. I saw you cleaning. So, I figured…”
A red hue appears of L’s face as he trails off, eyes casting off to the side. You hold in your giggle at his sudden bashful behavior. The aged look of anger and experience doesn’t suit him as well as this childish pout of his. It’s a rather cute look on him.
“Is that so? Well then, you really must be the infamous L, huh?” You hum, a small smile gracing your face. “I’m glad we were able to patch you up in time. I was really worried.”
“I’m sorry about all that. Normally, I’m not that careless…so thank you…” Link murmurs, scratching the back of his neck absently. Your heart aches with the thought of just how many times he had to patch himself up while he was close to death when suddenly, his eyes snap back to yours and you’re floored with just how alive he looked for a second. “And, you…you don’t have to call me L…if you don’t want to, of course. It was just my signature. My name is Link, actually…”
“Link?” You try the name out on your tongue. It flows out perfectly, and you recall it was once the name of a legendary Hero of Hyrule from a long, long time ago. It suits him, you think. It suits him perfectly. “…what a pretty name. It’s nice to finally meet you, Link.”
The second time you say his name, his body loses all of its tension. His shoulders relax, and his body deflates. A smile stretches across his lips as he looks at you, eyes half-hidden by his messy bangs. It’s a quiet, gentle smiler as his eyes scan your figure, burning your image into his head It’s full of comfort, and it makes you feel safe- trusting. It doesn’t fit the look of a boy who collects swords, bows, and shields. It doesn’t fit the look of a boy whose eyes hold so many stories of fights and battles and danger at every corner. And it surely doesn’t fit the look of a boy who had almost bled out in front of you. Yet he wears it anyway.
And he wears it well.
“You know,” Link starts, and the second he captures your eyes, the smile on his face evolves into a grin you didn’t think was possible on your sweet little patient. “It’s even prettier when you say it…”
Maybe he wears it a little too well.
Crucible - Ch 12
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: You continue on your journey with the Champion, taking an unconventional route that only the mad would travel.
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You made it back to your room without fanfare and only minimal staring, but that was to be expected after disappearing so dramatically. You hadn’t meant to cause trouble, you’d just… panicked.
And now your actions seemed a bit silly, even if they’d felt warranted at the time. You’d been half-convinced he would run you through with his legendary sword as soon as he stepped back in the healing room, and now here he was, escorting you back to the suite, sending you quick, but warm, smiles.
As you were packing up what little you had, you began to grow frustrated, unable to find your old tunic and trousers. You were still in the cloak and gown, and you were started to shiver from the cold and exposure.
There was a knock, and you looked up to find the prince standing in the open doorway, able to fit simply because the rooms were made very tall. He was smiling with a tinge of sheepishness while holding bundles of fabric in his hands.
“I hope this isn’t presumptuous of me, Lady Blue, but I had the servants wash your clothing and… well… when I realized this was all you owned, I couldn’t send you on your journey without fitting you with some proper Zora clothing.” He walked closer and held out the garbs, his smile growing shyer. “Think of it as a parting gift.”
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Crucible - Ch 13
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: Your journey to the castle is waylaid by the horrific.
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As you rode, lulled by the comfort of the horse’s soothing walk on the white riverside sand, Link pointed out the landmarks as you passed them.
There was Lanayru Tower, a piece of Sheikah technology that had appeared just before Calamity Ganon’s attack. There was Mercay Island, Sheh Rata Shrine, and Zelo Pond. It was here that you stopped for lunch at a makeshift campfire, laying out the delectable meal the Zora prince had sent along with you.
“What would you say to me catching a horse for you?” Link suddenly asked, his mouth full with a half-eaten cooked fish. You made a face.
“Why would you do that?”
He blinked at you, clearly not understanding the question, but thankfully he finished off the fish before responding.
“I figured you’d get tired of sharing the saddle with me.” Now he was licking his fingers of his left hand, and you tried not to make another face. His right hand was still gloved, as it always was, you were beginning to notice. “I could teach you how to ride if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve been told I’m an excellent instructor.”
Maybe it was the sheer confidence in his smile, or the familiar way in which he was treating you. Whatever it was, you finally snapped.
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Crucible - Ch 14
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: Fleeing toward the castle, all you can think about is the one you left behind.
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It was fortunate the horse knew where to go, because you had kept your head down, entirely focused on not falling to the ground at the dangerous speed.
It was also fortunate the guards heard the thundering of hooves and came out to slow the animal down, calming her with soothing voices and grabbing for the reins before she could trample anyone.
“Who’s there?”
“That’s Master Link’s horse!”
“You’re right, but is that—Master Link, is that you?”
The guards peered up at you, some with torches in their hands, and you were panting too hard to speak, mind a confused whirl as you were torn between warning them and shrinking back, the Akkala guards fresh in your mind.
“No—I, I’m not, I’m—Link needs help! He’s fighting a… Stal…”
The guards glanced at each other, brows crooked or raised.
“Stalnox!” you cried out in frustration. “Headed this way! Three of them!”
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Crucible - Ch 15
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: The Champion’s life hangs in the balance, and there’s nothing you can do to aid him.
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You pressed your knuckles against your mouth to keep silent, something bitter and acidic rising in the back of your throat. The disturbing sensation throughout your body was only getting worse, and there was no comfort from the fact that Link was still alive. Not when you so clearly remembered the way he had moments of discomfort and pain emanating from that same hand. Always covered and so secretive that he wouldn’t even share it with the Zora prince.
Something was terribly wrong with the Champion.
Keeping as quiet as you could, you followed after the procession moving with haste down the halls. It wasn’t difficult—they paid more attention to their destination than to their surroundings—but you remained cautious as you sped from one doorway to the next.
You didn’t have to go far; the guards disappeared into another hallway and through a large wooden door. Creeping closer, you kept against the wall as you approached the opening, ears alert for any approaching footsteps. But for now, there were none, and you strained to hear the voices inside.
“Set him here on the bed. Has word been sent to the scientists?”
“Yes,” came the familiar voice of the royal advisor. “Purah and Robbie should be on their way.”
“Good, good. The rest of you may leave.”
“Lady Hannar, what has befallen Master Link—“
“That’s not for you to know,” the first voice snapped. The royal advisor was a bit more diplomatic in her tone to the Captain of the Guard.
“Please, tell no one about his condition. By the princess’ degree, it’s to remain a secret.”
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Crucible - Ch 16
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: You go to visit Link in the infirmary, but not before the Sheikah run their experiments…
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You must have fallen asleep at some point because the sound of a door creaking open startled you upright, a hand instinctually flying into your cloak to pull out a dagger.
A dagger with its edge now placed against the throat of a servant. She froze for a moment before screaming, dropping the tray of food she’d been carrying, stumbling backwards.
There wasn’t even time for you to process where you were before two guards have their pikes lined up with your chest, prepared to run you through. By their narrowed eyes and tense expressions, you imagined that’s exactly what they were prepared to do.
But then a voice cried out, “No, stop! Stand down this instant!”
The guards obeyed, pulling back their weapons but remaining poised to intervene. The princess stepped around them, giving her men a stern look before she turned to you. Even in what appeared to be trousers and a riding corset, she was as regal as she would have been wearing an elegant gown.
You were certain you were supposed to be supplicating and bowing and calling her Your Majesty or some such title, but instead, you remained where you were on the bed, frozen in a kneeling position with a dagger in your fist.
She eyed the weapon with a curious glint in her eye, one you didn’t understand, and you were left further confused when she turned to the guards and said, “I wish to speak with my guest, please leave us. I will be quite safe.”
The armored pair exchanged a dubious glance, and one of them voiced a parting, “We’ll be right outside the door if you need us, Your Grace.”
Once the wooden door was closed behind them, the princess turned to you and clapped her hands together. The effect was to startle you, leaving you confounded as she sat on the bed next to you.
“Oh, may I see that? I promise I’ll give it back.”
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Secret House Keeper (Link x Reader) Epilogue
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 <𝟯
𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁! @gummy-dummy
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
A week later he’s up on his feet.
Stumbling, but he’s up. That’s why you insist on another week to make sure he regains his strength.
At first, he’s reluctant. His jaw clenches when you ask him. He’s tense. You can tell he’s itching to go back outside- to grab a sword, a bow, or a shield and fight something. You learned quickly that he never stays still for long. The house was just a place to rest. His real home is out there. Outside in the wild, where he feels most free.
But a pout on your face and promise of all the Fruit Pies he could ever want, and suddenly he’s back in bed as if he never even entertained the idea of leaving.
In between working out to gain his strength, he helps you and your parent’s around the house. For someone who has only spent their time sleeping under the stars, he seems to know his way around home improvement pretty well. He’s your dad’s favorite assistant when it comes to the projects that are always too messy for you to think of getting involved with (there were more than enough stories your father told about you vowing not to touch this pole and that part of the fireplace) and your Mom’s favorite helper when she wants a fresh pair of hands to help her around the kitchen (or just a taste tester who she can finally talk the ear off of).
But in the rare moments, you have him all to yourself, you ask him about where he goes when he’s not here. And when he says “Everywhere” with a smile, you plead that he just tell you where. So he starts with your neighbors directly East.
The Zora domain is beautiful. He was able to tell even when it was in its period of nothing but rain. He tells you how everywhere there’s something bright and shiny to guide your way- especially at night. He tells you of giant plagues telling an epic history of the Zora people on walls here and there and everywhere. He speaks of the beautiful waterfalls that decorate the landscape with a certain fondness and a bright twinkle in his eye. He speaks of a prince in the exact same way though he doesn’t seem to like it when you ask him to tell you about the prince again. Almost as much as he didn’t like recalling all the times he would slip and all those pairs of pants that would forever be soaked while he was visiting.
But when you finally got the chance to ask if he saw the great machine elephant you’ve only heard rumors of from Purah, he was quiet.
Because suddenly, it’s time for him to go.
You help him pack a bag for the road. Warm clothes and some food to help him last a few nights without work. Bandages for the inevitable accident that’s bound to happen now that you know him. And a long hug so he always remembers that a few people are looking out for him- wherever he may be.
He smiles as he parts from you and turns to walk off into the night when he grabs his sword. And stares. And stares, and stares, and stares, and stares, and stares, and-
“Do you think your dad could sharpen this for me?”
You tell him to sleep on that decision not because you totally don’t want him to go, but that it’s a “big deal” or whatever that was supposed to mean. He agrees with you readily, as if he thought this was a “big deal” too. It’s late morning when Link comes to your father with his request. And because he’s not just Link now, he’s family, your father does more than just sharpen a sword or two for him. No, he teaches Link how to do it himself. Both professionally, and how to do it while living off the land.
It takes a week to learn the basics. And a few more days to hone his skill. So as he worked over the red hot fires, sharpening his blades, you asked about a bow you saw he was adamant on keeping in perfect condition, despite continuous use.
“The Great Eagle Bow,” He named the weapon over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his forehead. “It belonged to a friend.”
And one thing led to another, and suddenly, he’s telling you about the village that seems to float on rocks. The laughing children who brush by his legs when he climbs the winding bridges and the wise adults who helped him find warm clothes and braid feathers into his hair. He tells you what it was like to jump off one of those tall, tall cliffs and float along with the wind. He’ll reminisce about cute songs the Rito girls used to sing, and if you ask him nicely, he’ll whistle a tune or two. He tells you that it’s not too unlike Hateno being so close to the mountains, but it’s surely colder there. The Hebra Mountains is apparently his least favorite spot to camp out, but he’s addicted to the game he’s able to catch in the frostbitten conditions. And when you’re standing behind him, feeling inspired by one of his stories, you find yourself mock shooting arrow after arrow into the neck of ferocious monsters that only exist in Link’s stories.
He never caught you in the act until the night before he’s set out to leave again. He asks how much experience you have out in the wild- defending yourself, hunting, camping, the works. It’s obvious how much he doesn’t like your sheepish shrug and shy laugh. In fact, it’s so obvious that when your mother comes to bring some more goodies for his travel bag, she asks him about the twisted-up look on his face.
Four days later, you’re deeper in the East Necluda than you’ve ever been, learning the ropes from a seasoned traveler and certified Wild Child. With your parent’s approval, of course.
In between lessons about finding firewood and which berries to eat, he tells you of the hot, dry world that is Death Mountain. While showing you how to swing your borrowed Solider’s sword, he tells you about the Gorons and their thick skin that’s impossible to break. When you complain about how walking around all day has made you feel hot and sweaty and gross, he threatens to put you in the special armor he had to buy just so he didn’t burn up. You’re in awe as he points out constellations while the two of you lay down at night. And the offhanded comment of how the stars look best when you’re in the Death Mountain hot springs didn’t go over well with you until he promised to bring you there. But what you loved to hear most of all was probably what Link loved talking about the most- the kids and all their rolling around. Hearing all the antics they would get into always made you giggle, and you supposed your laughter reminded him of them too. Why else would he look at you like that when you laughed?
You’re beyond sad when the impromptu camping trip with Link starts to wrap up. But when he tells you that he’s proud of the progress you’ve made, you can’t help but feel a little more than pleased. Unfortunately, it’s during the trip back that an accident occurs.
It happens too fast for you to get a proper grasp of what happened. One minute you’re walking along, swinging your arms and following the trail. The next minute, you’re being pushed to the ground as something explodes over top of you. When everything settles, you see a fading orange light and Link hoving over your face. The look on his face is so serious yet so natural- it’s as if he was born to protect. Born to fight.
Nothing ever comes close to harming you when that happened. You did, however, land on your wrist wrong and ended up with a small sprain that kept you out of commission for a week or two. And Link, being the good boy he always is, insists that he stays until you’re better because “who is going take care of you?”
You were far too flustered to tell him that your parents would obviously help you out. And you’re parents were a little too excited with the fast rate they were gaining a son from all of this.
In your two weeks out of commission, the two of you got closer than ever before. You showed him how to clean the house during that time. The proper way. He complains and, complains about how it’s hard to learn without you there to show him how to hold a broom, but you distract him with more questions about his adventures. And if you know one thing about Link, it’s that he loves to tell you about his travels.
And you love to see the world through his words.
He tells you stories of the Wasteland and Gerudo desert. How it’s big and vast and never-ending. How the beasts of the desert live in the sand and survive the heat as like it was nothing. How he’s visited statues that reach up to the sky and fought fierce opponents who never knew when to back down from a challenge- especially in their own home. But most of all, he spoke of how the inside of Gerudo town is nothing if not beautiful. And he takes your playful scolding of dishonoring their age-old tradition of a female-only city, he tells you that he dressed the part and promised you that it was for a good reason.
He leaves it at that because suddenly, your time with him is up again. Your wrist is almost all better, and he keeps looking out the window as if he’s needed out there. Outside of Hateno. Outside of your life.
And while you’re not ready to think about the way he leaves tonight, you still pack some Fruit Pie for the road with a smile.
The hug you share with him this time is the longest the two of you have ever shared. His warmth surrounds you, and you find it harder and harder and even dream about letting go of him. The way he rocks you back and forth, the way his hand rubs your back, the way his hair tickles your neck- it’s all too much. You’ll miss him. You know you will. All these weeks with him- falling for something that will never stay still has been torture. It’s enough to make you cry.
But his departure isn’t about you. It’s about him and wishing him the best. So when he finally pulls away, you look at him and say;
“I guess I’m not much of a secret housekeeper anymore, huh?” The smile on your face is sad, but it’s a smile nonetheless. “But with all the work I’ve been doing, I might as well move in, don’t you think?”
It’s a joke. A small one that’s supposed to do nothing but inspire a soft chuckle and to lighten the somber mood that settled between the two of you.
That’s all it is. A joke.
“Okay. How about I stay until you’re all moved in?”
Until it isn’t.
Now, it’s just another story. Another story just waiting to be told.
Crucible - Ch 17
Pairing: Link x Reader
Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!
Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending
Chapter Summary: You visit Link in the infirmary, and come to the startling realization that you might actually care what happens to this idiot Hylian.
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The trek to the healing halls wasn’t as far as you expected, and you updated the mental map in your head. One never knew when it would be useful to find a quick escape route, especially when you kept pulling a weapon on everyone and the only person who could possibly vouch for you was bed-ridden.
What if Link decided you were too much trouble? That you caused too much friction and behaved inappropriately. Would they simply throw you out of the castle, or something much worse? Unlike the Zora with their glittering city, you didn’t know what to think of the Hylians, and you were already distrustful of the Sheikah. Not just because of their invasive examination, but… there was something that tugged at your memory. Something that told you to take caution.
Dark thoughts swirled around your head, but as soon as you stepped foot inside the infirmary, they vanished. The curtain around the Champion’s bed was pulled back and the princess was sitting in a nearby chair, talking with…
As soon as you entered the room, his attention was on you. Gaze narrowed for a moment, and then to your eternal surprise, his brows rose and his lips tugged into an almost-smile. It was a very muted expression for him, but he seemed glad to see you.
You didn’t know what to do with your hands, so you clutched them at your cloak, pulling it tighter around you. Your escort of scientists and guards greeted the princess, and you gave her a nod, acknowledging her presence, at least. She wore a similar outfit to the day before, well-tailored corset top with riding trousers. You’d imagined kings and queens would bedeck themselves in the most expensive gowns and robes possible, but she just seemed to be a well-dressed youth. You weren’t sure what to make of it.
You didn’t bow to her and had no desire to do so. You wondered how long it was before they threw you in a dungeon for that.
“Ah, good, Linky’s awake!” Purah bounced forward with excitement, pulling up a chair so she could reach him where he lay on the bed.
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The Wolf and the Champion (Male!Reader x BotW!Link (Past x TP!Link))
Requested by Anonymous for #16
The Goddess of Time is a fickle mistress.
Though you were an orphan, you were raised in Ordon Village by Mayor Bo, even though he was already raising Ilia alone, and when you became old enough, you worked as Mayor Bo’s assistant.
You were always good friends with Link. He was strong and kind, though quiet, and he was always dependable.
You were accepted in Ordon.
But there had always been something different about you.
You were always inexplicably drawn to the Spring outside of the village, and one day, once you came of age, you went there alone and found out why.
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˗ˏˋ 𝐙𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˎˊ˗ | idk guys, i tried-
︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ 💭 ۫⠀MILES FAIRCHILD.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Lesson One &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Top!Reader x Sub!Boyfriend &&* NSFW Headcanons
💭 ۫⠀BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Foreplay Headcanons &&* Riding A Foreign &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* NSFW Headcanons
💭 ۫⠀FINN WOLFHARD.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Hopelessly Pinning &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Hot, Heavy, and Handsome &&* Yandere!Finn Alphabet &&* "Method" Acting &&* Pussy Eater &&* Worship & Praise
💭 ۫⠀RICHIE TOZIER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Digits &&* Bottom!Richie x Top!Reader &&* Richie Taking Shy!Reader's Virginity &&* Richie Fingering Shy!Reader &&* Sauce With The Boss &&* How Long Has it Been Since You've Eaten?
💭 ۫⠀ZIGGY KATZ.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Sauce With The Boss &&* Gettin' Jiggy With Ziggy
💭 ۫⠀MIKE WHEELER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Sauce With The Boss &&* I'm Sorry The World Is Failing You &&* Digits
💭 ۫⠀SAL FISHER.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Softie Toppy &&* Top!Reader x Sub!Boyfriend &&* Sal x Injured!Reader &&* Sal With A Hard To Please SO &&* Is That My Shirt Babe?
💭 ۫⠀LINK.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* BOTW/TOTK!Link NSFW Headcanons
💭 ۫⠀TICCI TOBY.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚
&&* Headcanons [tba]