#aoc link x reader

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A Knight To Remember

Pairing: Calamity (AoC Link) x Reader

Warning(s): many unnecessary descriptions of kissing and a lethal dose of longing <33

Notes: Part one of my gift to the amazing @yourlocaltreesimp, who gave me this wonderful idea and the courage to complete it <33

Masterlist

The Hyrule Castle Town Barracks was a strange and wonderful place held together with oak, iron, and dreams. 

The dusty floorboards creaked as you swept down the lantern-lit hallway, fingers digging into the shining dips of your helmet as it rested under the curve of your arm, one metal edge planting against the tan fabric padding your left hip. Sweat dripped down the column of your throat—a cooling remnant of Commander Impa’s training—and every muscle in your body felt as though it had been run over by several large horses. It was a feat unto itself to smile at the passing knights—teeth gleaming in the ebbing light as you hastened your march to salvation: your bunk. 

At long last, the hallway curved into a new set of rooms, and you practically burst into the second door on the left, scabbard smacking against the abused frame with a dull thud. Two small beds rested within. They were well-made and well-slept; one abandoned, and one lived. But none of that mattered as the heavy shield was unclinched for your back by fingers, quicker than a lizalfos, and pushed to rest against the bed’s foot, followed by the many disconcernable layers that made up your knight’s garb. Undressing was a common ritual, illuminated by the horizon-dipped sun and its tangerine-gold rays, and you were well used to the nigh-surgical shedding of weight, followed by a swift collapse into the nearest surface, if you were lucky. 

Tonight, however, you were not, seeing as your nose had scarcely brushed the padded down of your pillow before a harsh knock erupted against the door. Standing to attention was an even greater demonstration of your misfortune, the metal knob digging against your stiff palm as you swung the door open to see who had dared disturb—

Your eye twitched at the figure standing in the hallway. 

He was a man, that was for sure; blonde, blue-eyed, but not bright enough to be a mere recruit. A thick sack hung off one rounded shoulder, the heavy cord handle digging into the thin material of his plain white tunic. 

Beside him stood the softly-imposing form of Commander Impa. 

He’s your problem now, her hawk brown eyes said. 

There was something wrong with the man in your room. 

Not outwardly, of course, because there was nothing suspicious about someone who looked like nearly half the population of Hyrule, but you considered yourself adept at this sort of thing and were thus determined to get to the bottom of… whatever self-preservation sense was leading your thoughts down enough of a rabbit hole that made it curiously impossible to sleep in a room with someone who didn’t even snore. 

Link—yes, his name was Link; like a chain, or something synonymous to his seemingly unbreakable persona—was a curious man, even without your senses to defend you. He awoke at the asscrack of dawn for drills, vacated the room to change without a squeak, and always knocked twice before entering. When he wasn’t silent, he was quietly polite, always murmuring “please” and “thank you” in a voice surprisingly bereft of the tone you’d come to associate with being metaphorically held at knife point. 

In a community where people frequently joked about their latest lays or the best places to catch a few puffs of Hylia’s Green, he was as much of a blessing as he was a curse. Innocence was perfectly respectable until you found yourself listening to fellow knight’s attempts to ‘educate’ the poor boy after drills, or in the mess hall, or, well, wherever other men talked about things that made you want to scream and pull your hair out. 

So why were you lying awake in the middle of the night instead of the aforementioned screaming and hair pulling?

A huff of breath. Across the room, the covered lump of Link shifted a few deafening inches. You stared at the ceiling, trying not to think of how little you knew of him. No one did. Was that a problem? Did you want to make it one?

Your gaze flicked over, scanning deftly over the tangled blonde lump sticking from the edge of the thin blankets. Further down, the peek of curled toes could be seen in the pale moonlight. You looked away; it just wasn’t proper. 

Two more eternities passed in the lazy blink of an eye, carrying through the current of time like shining fishes, glimmering against lapping waves. A strange sort of darkness sat behind your eyelids, melding with the already profound midnight of the room. Your fingers clenched into the threadbare mattress, trying to drag even the smallest semblance of sanity back into the soundless room. 

More shuffling. More glances shot at the ceiling. You wondered how many hours stood between you and the saving kiss of dawn. It couldn’t be more than two, perhaps four, or maybe it was six and your mind was playing another trick on you. 

You resisted the urge to look over again. Three weeks had flown by since Link materialized in the Barracks; twenty-one days since a sword graced those hands, and twenty since you were watching your long-time comrades fall on their asses before this man of mystery that you’d yet to say a full sentence to. 

An annoyed huff escaped your mouth, lips smacking a few times in an attempt to alleviate the dryness clinging to the front of your tongue, the back of your tongue, and the ribbed curve of your throat. More slivers of moonlight peeked into the room, illuminating the far wall in a ghostly glow. When it dipped, you found your eyes wandering to Link’s cocoon, scanning across each individual rumple with a concentration that scared even you. 

The covers shifted, revealing another sordid peek of blonde hair. 

You were dreadfully thirsty. 

Your right arm flailed out, snagging hold of the conveniently-placed water jug on the closest nightstand, then one of the small wooden cups beside it. Your arm ached as you tilted the jug, wincing at the sound of water flowing from the jug’s gaping mouth. When the cup was satisfactorily filled, you returned the jug to its place, sitting up against the headboard to take the first heavenly sip. 

Unsurprisingly, it only helped alleviate the dryness of your throat, as if the raging inferno in your belly was a figment of the kind of imagination one would only have in the deepest, darkest corners of the night. Your line of sight shifted, taking in the curve—

Splosh!

You nearly screeched when the arm holding the cup inadvertently tilted, spilling a hearty gush against the exposed skin of your neck and chest. It was cold and tacky enough to hurt, shivers streaking down your spine as you pawed at the neckline of your sleep tunic, fingers passing over soaked fabric with a resignation that bordered on desperation. A tremor wracked your heart as you downed the rest of the cup, placing it on the nightstand with a resounding thunk, cringing as waterlogged cotton shifted against goosebumped-flesh. 

A forlorn sigh whistled from your pursed lips. You looked over. You froze. 

Link’s bluebell eyes gleamed in the dark of the night; bright enough to burn, bright enough to sear, fixed on the damp patch atop your chest. The shape of his face peeked from the padded confines of his army-issued blanket. 

You stared back; mouth open, heart stuttering. Until there was a squeak, and red splotches bloomed bright on the man’s cheeks. He scrambled to turn over before you could utter a word. 

In the morning, you awoke to an empty room and a full water jug. 

He ate rocks. 

Link, the man in your room, ate rocks. 

Naturally, you were appalled. Logically, you wondered if there was any physician who could save him now. Metaphorically, you wanted to approach him. 

“Hi.”

It would appear that the physical part of you was in cahoots with the metaphorical. How dastardly. 

Link glanced over from his spot against the tree, hair gleaming golden in the dappled leaf-light. He rose, as was proper, but you couldn’t be bothered with propriety after witnessing him pop a pebble into his mouth like it was a spot of candy. He nodded to you, silent as always, but you were not to be deterred. 

You extended a hand; palm up, partly gloved. “Spit it out.”

Link opened his mouth directly over your palm. There was a pop, and something landed squarely against your flesh. Something small. Something wet. 

A blink. You took a moment to wonder why the abject mortification on his face made laughter bubble at the edges of your pursed lips. You took a moment to wonder why you hadn’t yelled at him for practically spitting into your hand. 

“I’m sorry,” whispered Link in what had to be the smallest voice you’d heard from a grown man. 

You closed your palm; rock, saliva, and all. This was fine. Everything was fine. He was too bright-eyed to be diseased. You hoped. 

“There’s a mess hall for a reason,” you muttered before walking away. 

If there was anything admirable about the man in your room, it was that his stoic awkwardness bordered far too often on mildly endearing. Mealtimes were an especially astute indicator of character, and today was no different. 

The mess hall was a cacophony of jests and cheers so loud that not even the loneliest corners of the building could be pierced by silence. Warm sunlight streamed in from the large windows, bathing the tables—and food—below in a bright, unfiltered glow. Your back pain—a dastardly reminder of the day’s training—jolted to life as you adjusted your position atop the bench, wincing when the rough wood scratched into the material of your pants. Beside you, Sir Killian belted out a laugh so raucous that you swore the meat of your cuckoo leg nearly fell off from the sound alone. 

“—And then I told to sit his mangy ass down or face the wrath—”

“—of your spit!” another knight, Sir Leon, joined the conversation with a hearty guffaw. Secretly, you agreed with him. Publicly, you booed and cackled as the poor table shook under the combined force of countless overactive Hylians. 

Beside you, the bench creaked as another weight settled atop it. You glanced over and nearly choked on your drink. 

It was Link. Link, with a plate of cuckoo and carrots and regret. Link, with an expression that made him look like he desperately wanted to be somewhere—anywhere—else. 

As if by instinct—or some twisted battle sense only seen in awkward dining situations—the table quieted as the other knights surveyed their new prey. Until Sir Killian chuckled, then reached over—low enough that his armpit nearly grazed his plate—to give the smaller man a hearty pat that nearly sent his face careening into the carrots. “‘Ey, Link! Glad to see you’ve escaped this one here.”

You snorted in faux offence at the blatant dig. “Jealous much?”

“Of your snoring?” 

The table shook once more as the knights erupted in belly-clutching laughter. You rolled your eyes with a huff that bordered on fond, tearing into your cuckoo leg with surprising gusto—

“(Y/n) doesn’t snore.”

—until Link opened his mouth for something that wasn’t consuming rocks and ruined your appetite yet again. It was a gift, truly. 

Sir Killian’s eyes lit up like Christmas had come early and the King of Hyrule himself had announced a holiday solely for the consumption of mead. “And where’re you getting that from, my boy?”

Unsurprisingly, you proceeded to choke on your food again, trying and failing not to glance at Link’s rapidly paleing face. He was already pretty white, but now he looked downright ghostly and you were half considering flagging down a medic in an attempt to resuscitate the already drowning situation. 

That being said; how did he know?

You knew—obviously—because you were you, but Link… well, you were just about to decide some adjective or another when Sir Killian decided to be kind enough to answer for you. “Better watch out for this one, (Y/n), or he’ll be telling you how many spiders you eat a night in no time!”

What a gift, the little sarcastic voice within your mind mumbled as you took another bite of cuckoo, eyebrow raised in faux indifference. Naturally, Link was silent, though you suspected it was in a vain attempt to keep the situation from spiralling any further than it already had, though you suspected the point was rather moot when he practically admitted to watching you sleep. Was that concerning? Should you be concerned?

The little sarcastic voice within your mind refused to mumble a syllable. 

“I don’t know about me, but you could definitely use some extra protein,” you snorted, determined to remain at least somewhat above it. 

Sir Killian’s laugh was a cross between overjoyed and mocking, ringing through the hall like the peals of a half-rusted bell, and when you caught the embarrassed blue-eyed gaze of the man beside you, it was on the heels of something so decidedly joyful that the allure of a good joke was brilliantly inescapable. 

You held out a hand—palm up—and grinned. 

The tips of Link’s ears colored a pink more delicious than the mead in your cup.

There was a pebble in your pocket. 

A small pebble, no less unassuming than the thousands littering every little road in Hyrule, but in your pocket it remained, gathering body heat and dust alike. When you sat, the flat of it would press into your thigh under the weight of flattening fabric, and the resulting bump would elicit several seconds of fingering before it was abandoned to assuage any unwanted curiosity. 

And, suddenly, there was a pebble on your small nightstand; a brilliant, miniscule rebellion that seemed far too mundane to be anything of value or contention. It didn’t gleam or shine, but it was nonetheless bright, like a single fluffed cloud in the great boredom of the daytime sky. You watched it with the same intensity, and there was a sort of ritual in the way your eyes would immediately land on cool grey when there were so many wondrous shades of brown to admire. 

Sometimes, you would think of Link, or saliva in your palm, or a prohibited mouthful of your own pebble. Sometimes, you would wonder if there was a kind of salt coating that you were missing; perhaps a taste only a select few were crazy enough to enjoy. 

The night was cool and dark, tinged with thick smoke as the cooking bonfires were extinguished. You laid against the scratchy wall; book in hand, knees pulled close to serve as a makeshift desk. 

Something was missing. 

Link… was late. 

Not by a few minutes, but a whole hour, then two, and three. 

You tapped the spine of your book. Your patience burned along with the oil in your lamp, as bright and hot as the flickering flame. 

He was a grown man. A grown man with… needs, and relationships, and responsibilities that no one but him should be privy to. 

So why were you glancing at the door every seven seconds? 

A twinge of something zinged up your spine, hotly enough that you hastily tossed your book on the nightstand, scooting down to lay in what had to be the barest semblance of proper nighttime posture; hands under your head, legs stretched every-which-way in an attempt to alleviate the heady ache. Training had worsened as the threat of true battle—not just skirmishes in Hyrule Field—and your body was not thanking you. 

But sleep seemed so far away as something uncomfortably similar to worry wormed in your heart. 

Another twinge, then a pop, and suddenly, all you could see was the great expanse of Hyrule Field; a lush, sprawling example of Hyrule’s beauty at its finest. Verdant grasses waved in the soft breeze, giving the illusion of movement to the unsuspecting eye, and it would have been wholly, undoubtedly perfect if not for the—

“Is that blood?!” your whole body shook as Sir Killian’s hands clapped on your armored shoulders, gloves damn-near smacking a melody against your pauldrons as electric green eyes roved down every limb and cranny. 

“It’s not mine,” you told him with a smile that said nothing and everything. It was, and it wasn’t. Your soul didn’t care much for the blood your body and sword bathed in. 

The air was dense with the tepid stench of death, weaving as carelessly through the field as if it was the breeze itself, and a thick dark cloud hung heavy over the battlefield. Your fingers clenched around the handle of your sword, squeezing the cold, dead life from the tempered steel with a vengeance typically saved for a gaggle of lizalfos. In the distance, over the large curve of Sir Killian’s shoulder, a cluster of knights wearily regrouped in the tense aftermath. 

Your knees trembled like they were one false step from collapsing. Sweat cooled on your neck. Blood stained your shining breastplate an exuberant crimson. 

“I lied,” you breathed suddenly, before your body could pitch forward and prove just how wrong your previous statement was. Warm hands stabilized against your shoulders, creating a stalemate between tottering on unsteady legs and collapsing to the bloodsoaked grass. 

And then you saw. You saw him. You saw her. 

Princess Zelda of Hyrule was a vision and an omen, wreathed in fabric shields of blue and white and red, just as star-spangled as you expected any noble to look. Link was, similarly, a representation of everything wonderful and terrible, wrapped in steel and dreams. Your dreams, shockingly. 

So why was there pain in your heart when they stood, shoulder-to-shoulder over war-torn ground? Why did your nails dig reddened crescents into your palms? Why did the gasping clench of your diaphragm feel that much more terrifyingly spectacular as you watched the man in your room and the Princess of Hyrule? 

Someone was talking; softly, at first, then growing in pitch as your world began the tumultuous glide into darkness—

Click. 

Your body went rigid when the door swung open—announcing itself with a temperamental squeak that reverberated through the small room—caught in the crossfire that was the decision of pretending to be asleep and facing your fears like a good soldier. 

The word ‘hi’ went unsaid as Link stepped in, over creaky floorboards and the tepid musk of victory. His blonde hair was askew with wetness, and you were forced to avert your eyes at the sultry peek of one freshly-bathed shoulder through the sagging collar of his nightshirt. 

You tried to focus on the ceiling. You tried to focus on your pain, and the bandages lying just beneath threadbare fabric. 

In the distance, an intake of breath could be heard. 

“Sir Killian said you were hurt.”

“Sir Killian needs to keep his mouth shut,” you grumbled, voice just barely above a whisper. Volume wasn’t needed when your life was so damn quiet. 

Soft footsteps approached, then stopped, then started again. A jolt slithered up your spine when a hand landed on your side and, without warning, tilted your body just enough to slide something warm and soft beneath the curve of your back. 

Mentally, you were appalled. Physically, you had never felt better. 

It was a heat pack, something so deeply entrenched in magic that it could create its own. You’d only come across one once, which only made it harder to relax and let the warmth carry you away. “Hey—!”

It was fine. It was cool. It was supremely and irrefutably awkward. 

The corners of Link’s eternal ocean eyes crinkled against the lanternnlight’s shadow and suddenly, you were kissing Link with your back flat on the bed, hands tangled in goldenrod hair and tanned neck to pull him down. Teeth bumped and tongues clashed, and neither of you were particularly good at kissing, but it was something. Something forbidden. Something to be savored, like the sugar of a stolen cookie in the dark of a childhood room. 

Your knees bent, and the flat of your back arched a few inches, if only to kiss him d—

“—idn’t mention a concussion…?”

The situation crashed down on you quicker than any misplaced water-spill. 

Link raised a concerned brow when you slapped an arm over your eyes, uncaring of the painful tug along your spine at the movement. Hylia couldn’t help you now, and neither could common sense, not when he looked so confused and worried and all you felt was a sort of flickering heat in your chest, creeping beneath your skin to ignite nerves forever untouched. 

“I’m fine,” you croaked against the swelling lump in your throat. It didn’t mean anything; you were just thirsty. Nothing more, nothing less. 

There was silence. 

You waited for the tell-tale footsteps of a retreating man. 

Seconds later, the bed creaked as a new weight settled on the end of it. 

Every muscle in your body felt tighter than a rope. Your forearm bore down against your face, as if the pressure would will your life back to the frail sense of normality it adapted. 

Silence was a virtue and a shield, and you were going to use both before the night was over. 

But, even as the minutes ticked by, Link refused to move, though, somehow, ‘refused’ felt too weak a word for his character. ‘Refused’ implied choice, and this… this wasn’t choice. This is duty, whispered the little not-so-sarcastic voice within your mind. 

And what place did love have in duty?

“It’s late,” you told Link, voice softer than the fading lantern light. You wanted him to know you were here. You wanted him to know that you were listening. And you didn’t want him to know what you thought his lips tasted of. 

A huff of breath. Then, a voice deep enough to weave a tapestry worthy of the night. “I didn’t think you had anywhere to be.”

You did. You didn’t. You’d decide in the carriage. 

Since when had life felt as though it was moving on without you? “You don’t know me.”

There was a beat of silence, one after each other—like the faithful marching of an army—until all you could hear was the flame’s flicker and your own unhurried breathing. Nothing moved, and nothing needed to. You could exist in peace just as well as chaos, eyes heavy and heart heavier. Someone important once told you that sleep cured all, so perhaps…

Link was still on your bed, but what did it matter? He would leave, and he would learn. They all did. 

You closed your eyes. 

And then, in the darkness of the night. 

“I’d like to.” 

The next morning, Link’s side of the room was empty.

This was supposed to be one chapter but I got a bit carried away <33

[neverchecking]

Day 7: Virginity- Calamity

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Cal being a virgin, he busts a lil earlier, I tried to keep it pretty gender neutral but if I missed something let me know?

This is Day seven of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 6 >>>Day 8

He was���nervous. He knew you knew he was nervous, that the tempo you were going at was not for yourself, but rather him.  He knew this. He knew this because he was sure he told you it. He hadn’t uttered a word but it was all over his face. 

Cal had prided himself on holding his reactions and emotions to his chest. During training, he was the poster child for the perfect soldier. Silent, obedient, and almost mindless when it came to orders. He almost preferred it that way, really. He didn’t have to think. 

Because thinking was hard. It was so, so, so hard to do anything really. He could barely breathe with the way your hand was wrapped around him, even as featherlight as it was. Your touch was sacreligious with how much he yearned for it. Golden goddess above, he was ready to burst under the tension. His gut was tight and his abs flexed under him as his back arched. A whine left his lips, high and pretty, as his eyes burned with tears. It was so overwhelming, but not nearly enough. Just the absolute phantom of euphoria. 

He was absolutely shaking beneath you, fingers clutching the sheets beneath him. He was sure he had nearly ripped a hole in them. 

Watching you carefully, he sucked in a harsh breath as you moved over him, hole glistening from the earlier prep you had done (Under his careful eye, which was an experience spent shuffling from where he sat, hands covering his crotch to the best of his ability), hovering just over the head of his weeping cock. Drops of precum had drooled over the rest of his shaft from where your hand had earlier been toying with his cock, quickly cooling into an uncomfortable chill. He led out a small little choked noise, somewhere in between a sob and a whimper, as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. You hushed him, with that same gentle smile you always wore, before gently sinking your hips down. He cried out in alarm, warm tears trailing down his cheeks at the sudden feeling of pure warmth that surrounded him. It was foreign and so new and a sudden jolt of electric stimulation that had him grappling at you like his soul would leave his body if he failed to do so. It was divine, the feeling of your velvet walls clutching around him in a suffocating hold, pulsating in time with your heartbeats. But it was so much, too much. Shame filled his core before he even fully registered what was happening. 

It happened too quickly to process properly too. Before he knew it, his hips were jutting as far as he could and his hold on you turned into nail-drawn lines that flashed white before fading into rosy red. Whatever warmth there was previously meant nothing compared to now as it trailed down is cock and past the opening of your muscles, muddling onto the divot of his balls as he sobbed into your chest. Your fingers dug through his hair with soft hums of reassurance which didn’t make the situation any better. 

It was something so pulsatingly good, he nearly swore this was what heaven was in all its golden promises and clouded bliss. 

With you still seated on top of him, kissing his temple and talking him through what exactly you’d do to him next, he was sure of it.

[yandereunsolved]

Imagine the reader being Yan! Poly Chains deity. You were only a demi-god(dess), the child of the golden goddess Farore. You were hid away within space and time in a temple of your own so that no evil would touch the offspring of one of the golden three. Only—Ganondorf's forces invaded a place hidden by all, and you were forced to flee. You ended up finding The Chain, and they were all absolutely enamored.

Sky surely isn't that obsessed. He only pledges his undying loyalty to you. He has already killed a god once. He will kill another if it will keep you safe. He'd kill the golden goddesses if they tried to take you from the safety of his arms.

Time isn't absolutely possessive of you or anything. He just doesn't want you to leave them. Ever. If your mother or her sisters wanted you somewhere else, then wouldn't they have led you somewhere else? They are all the heroes chosen by the goddesses! That is practically a seal of approval on their part. You are basically already married to him. He already controls everything you do and everyone you talk to. Oh? A ring on your finger. It's just something for protection. It's a mortal custom from his world. You wouldn't dare refuse it, would you?

Legend isn't enamored by your very presence. No, not at all. Can't you see how snarky and rude he acts around you? He always pushes you away and doesn't allow you to touch anything. He's the Link who is most likely to lead you to Hyrule first if even so much as a scratch shows up on you. It's not like Hyrule and Legend have teamed up against the other Links to win your hand. No, not at all. He just wants to pawn you off on someone else. He's got more important things to do. Like enchanting more things to give to you so he can show the others that you are claimed by him.

Hyrule is just curious about you. It's not like he spends every waking moment watching over your figure and fantasizing about you. It's not like he makes sure that you are always healed first. It's not like he reluctantly teamed up with Legend or anything. You find him bathing in the same river as you. Coincidence. Sorry. He just couldn't stay away for too long.

Twilight isn't your personal guard dog at all. He just likes being near you. That isn't a crime! Perhaps he manipulates you a little into always letting him cuddle up to you as Wolfie. Perhaps he is always willing to glare at every other member of The Chain so they stay away from you. He's just a touchy guy, okay? He always has his hands on you. He's always carrying you. It's just a quirk of his. It totally isn't a deeply ingrained obsession he has about you being his mate. The only one he'll back down to is Time, reluctantly.

The Colors just like you—Four does as well. He isn't going to do the 'he totally doesn't like you thing'. His strategy is to be honest with you. He isn't manipulating you! He's just showing you how much better he is than anybody else in The Chain. He splits constantly just because the others are so eager to see you and be with you. He just wants to make you armor and weapons and always keep you in his arms. Is that too much to ask?

Wind just wants you to take him seriously. He's surprised when you do. You're a fan of him? You watched his journey? Wait, you have the ability to do that with your super cool and awesome powers!? Is aged up here and most definitely kind of dorky when it comes to you. He's the most relaxed and socially inept when it comes to the others. Most of his gaslighting, manipulation, and other yandere tendencies are subconscious. He doesn't even realize he is doing anything wrong until one of the others confronts him. It isn't like they are any better about it.

Wars doesn't just flirt with anyone, only with you. He always hopes that The Chain won't end up starting an inter-dimensional war over you. He understands what it's like to have someone madly in love with you that you don't have feelings for. He's the most self-aware of The Chain, hands down. He takes a more traditionally romantic approach. While he may be hesitant to manipulate you because he wants your feelings to be genuine, he has no problem manipulating the other Links. He has no problem with threatening to not help them during battle just so he can get some more time with you.

Wild is the most self-sacrificing. He is also the most self-depreciating. If you have read my headcanons yk yk. He is almost entirely non-verbal. He's only spoken once since you met him. He takes the 'actions speak louder than words' approach. He is willing to fall at your feet and make you depend on his attention. That's one of his dreams, making you just as obsessed with him as he is with you. Another is teaching you Hylian sign.

Bonus: Ravio, Cal, & Sage

Ravio is the most intrigued and illusive. All of the Links can agree that they will try to scare him away from you. That's why he'll randomly pop in and out of your daily life. The two seconds of peace you get a day are interrupted by him. You are prone to being overstimulated since you went from zero contact to an entire group of yanderes. Ravio offers you relaxation, and he even speaks in a quiet voice with you. He gifts you relaxation and sleeping potions. He gives you a bunch of jewels and things he has found. He sees you as a treasure that needs to be protected by him. You are priceless, truly one of kind. Is it so bad that he wants you for himself?

Cal is completely non-verbal. You haven't ever heard him speak. He sees Twilight, Wild, and Sage as his main competitors. Twilight, because he is also your silent protector. Cal is always near you in a protective manner, and he is unable to verbalize his feelings for you. It always allows Twilight to sweep you up off of your feet. Both Wild and Sage are more experienced versions of him. Wild clings to your attention, and at least he was spoken once. Sage is verbal and is able to loudly berate Cal without anyone stepping in. Cal just takes it. It's what he's been taught. At least one good thing comes of this—you, sweet heavenly you. He may be your physical protector, but you are his spiritual protector. You always make sure the others stay off him. Wild is always extremely jealous of this and acts like a wounded animal to get your attention back on him.

Sage is the most apprehensive and combative toward you. The goddesses failed him. Why should he fall madly in love with you like the others? It isn't like he is secretly yearning for you or something. Whatever. He is always willing to try and 'put you in your place'. Yet, you always understand him. You are always there to heal his wounds and give him a shoulder to cry on. You become the one deity that he can believe in. He's willing to maybe absolutely and unabashedly be head over heels in love with you. You like his arm? It's now his favorite part of his body. The rest of The Chain is already plotting how to remove his arm, so you will no longer praise it. Four's hands are already itching towards his tools, and The Colors are screaming to murder him at the top of their lungs.

[frickingnerd]

traveling together with link

pairing: link x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, (implied) romantic feelings (link for reader), scared!reader acting tough/fearless, friends to lovers

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…

[wayfayrr]

The Menace read your answer and this is funny as you stayed in Legend of Zelda but don't worry you have other chances to get another character from another world or game.

So gather 'round, sit back, relax and please stay in your seat. Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn. Oh, and of course, lest we not forget, enjoy the show.

Here goes a Reader which probably is the most soft but also strict one. A master with the trident! This is Mipha!Reader

Reader is the Champion of the Zoras and their beloved next ruler.

They have the gift of healing others and themself but also to heal the water.

They are 55 to 65 years old. Zoras age slower then Hylians.

What only very few know is that Reader has a beautiful singing voice and they use it to put Sidon to sleep.

They are a master with the trident.

They are not a ghost but a living version from Age of Calamity.

Reader almost could give Calamity the armour but they both were thrown into a portal.

They are a very fast swimmer compared to Wild when he wears the full Zora Armour set. They can also breath underwater.

They only have a hunch why Sidon reacted so sad as he had to leave.

They are the epitome of elegance.

They love their younger brother to bits and only wants the best for him. That's why they teached him how to swim a waterfall up and how to surf down.

Most of the Chain would be jealous probably as Reader loves Wild and Calamity.

They just see they same boy they fell in love with in both of them. These two fight like cats and dogs for their attention and affection.

Twilight wanted to help Wild but also fell in love.

Hyrule was just relieved to have another healer with them.

Funny enough Sidon, his father and Muzu are Yandere too! The older version of Sidon, obviously. Sidon lost his sibling and Muzu and Dorephan practically their child and now to have Reader stand there in the Zora Domain once again and looking around as so much changed? They don't want them to go like Sidon had to.

Sidon wants to say so many things to them and learn from them. Muzu cried as they stepped into the throne room at first and thought it was their spirit. It was very emotional as they bowed down to their father before being hugged by him and Muzu.

So those three are very overprotective over Reader and forbid them to go with the Chain.

How they met.

Reader's PoV:

I walked around as I finally managed it out of Lake Hylia and was looking for Link. We both fell into this portal but got separated as I landed alone in Lake Hylia. I was around the Zora Domain and got stared at. I was kinda freaked out because of it. It was my home or so I thought. I noticed that Ruta was on a mountain so if the people need protection I have to climb onto it. Maybe I should put Ruta somewhere else. I was on the main plaza and saw a statue of me. I was more than confused as this was me right know. I turned around and saw many Zoras looking at me with their eyes wide. I waved at the children with a smile and they began to laugh before they ran to me.

„Are you your Highness Reader?“

„Yes, I am sorry I really would like to talk to you little ones but I have to talk to my father.“ I apologized to the children who nodded and took my hand to guide me to the throne room.

I giggled and we stopped at the stairs that leaded to the throne room.

„Thank you, I really appreciate your assistance.“ I petted them before climbing the stairs carefully.

Everyone looked at me strangely here. Link was gone, even as he managed to become my appointed knight, however he managed to do that.

I could multiple men talking two of them were definitely Muzu and father but one sounded like the Sidon from the future. If I travelled through time then were was my future version? Did I really die? I only had suspicions but that would explain all the stares and the statue. I didn't notice that I stopped as I heard the voices. So I continued my way up.

„We are busy with a meeting please come back later.“ they only heard my steps as one of the men called me out but I didn't stop.

As I was in eye sight I could hear gasps and someone running at me. As I stopped I was relieved to see Link coming at me.

„Link. I'm so glad to see you. I was worried as we got separated.“ he only nodded but it didn't bother me he will speak to me on his own accord I know it.

I looked over him and saw injuries again which I began to heal immediately. „You never change do you. Always when you injured you come to me and I will heal you, do you understand?“

He blushed slightly but nodded. As I was finished I walked towards my father and future Sidon. Muzu began to cry!

„Muzu is everything alright?! Are you hurt?! Are you in pain?!“ I rushed towards him and fretted a bit. Which was kinda embarrassing as I completely lost my composure.

But he hugged me tightly and I hugged him back. I stroke his head and turned to my father and Sidon.

„Father, Sidon please tell me what happened to me? I've never seen Muzu cry like that before. Did... Did I die during the Calamity?“

„I'm sorry Reader. I couldn't tell you, it already broke me to part from you but then also tell you I never got my sibling seeing me growing up? It was to much.“ said Sidon and I nodded understandably.

„Don't worry Sidon. I understand but I'm sure that I saw you grow up and becoming the Zora you are know. Just not with a body.“ I separated from Muzu and hugged my younger brother. He even lifted me up and pressed me against him.

„It was nice seeing you but I think you know what I will going to say, aren't you?“

„You can't leave! Just stay here a little longer!!“

„But only for a bit. I have something at home and I want to get it... For someone.“ Sidon giggled and turned me around so I could see the men which were talking to father.

But I was left speechless, there were two Links and one of them was wearing the very armour I crafted. Sidon let me down and I stepped towards the two Links.

„You are Link.“ I looked at the Link who I got separated from and he nodded his head. „And you are also Link.“ I looked at the one in the armour and only then I noticed his scars on the side of his face! I immediately began to heal it as I saw some scratch marks on it. The Link began to giggle and just took my hand into his.

He smiled softly and I turned bright red. Then the other Link ripped my hand out of the grip of the other. He pushed me behind him which let me shriek and grip onto his shoulders for footing. Link growled at the other Link. I know he is protective over me but that is not like him.

„Link everything alright?“ I asked from behind him and he nodded before looking at the group of blonde men.

„Reader, you may come from another time. But I'm still your father, so you are forbidden to travel with these heroes of the past.“

„Father! But... But I have to go back! I'm still the Champion of the Zoras and Vah Ruta's pilot! Vah Ruta only listens to me. I have to go back! What is when something happens to Sidon! It will hurt this Sidon as well! My duty as a Zora Royal is to look after my people and our Domain but how can I do that if you don't let me!“

„Reader. You listen what I have to say. You will not go with these men, do you hear me?“

„You can't stop me!“ with that I dashed to the side and jumped into the water. And in mere seconds I was swimming the waterfall up. I already could hear many knights of the Zoras following me and the other Link too!

„I'm sorry father... But as the next ruler I have to decline your order. I will go back to my time... As I don't belong here...“ I ran away to were Vah Ruta was standing. It's hard to get into it as soon as I activate the defense mechanism of the beast. I only have to be faster. Good I always was the fastest Zora in water!

That's how they met and before you think. Mipha would definitely listen to her father if he orders her to stay. I know but I have to remind you. This isn't Mipha, that Mipha died because of the water blight, and Reader knows it. That's why they decline and run away. They know they don't belong in this time. They belong to Calamity's era and they have to go back there. That's why they disobey. Normally they would listen like the good child they are. But they know they don't belong there! Wild definitely will be with Calamity the first Yandere before the other even fell in love with Reader. Calamity almost lost them and Wild did lost them. Even Flora would try to convince Reader to stay! So she isn't alone, so she has at least one of her dead friends back in her life. So these two will be protective even if Reader can defend themself with their trident. They have to protect them! Wild and them are practically engaged and Calamity is their appointed knight! But Calamity now knows what Reader wanted to give and say to him. Well, Reader has now two fiancées theoretically speaking. But after the Chain fall in love one by one as Reader is like a rose. A delicate and beautiful flower but also has thorns to protect themself. Well, they all want to have a Zora armour gifted by them, even if Twilight and Time have one, they want one from Reader as it means that they are engaged and to be married. But it is hard as Reader, even if they care about the whole group, is already in love with Calamity and Wild. So they obviously give them more attention as they are in love and let me tell you, these two will not only be smug about that. Oh no, they basically show it off. Reader can talk about poetry with Warriors but as soon as they see Wild with injuries because his shield "broke" while shield surfing on Death Mountain. They rush towards him and begin to heal him. Or they listen to Sky as he explains how different the Zoras from his era look compared to them but as soon as Calamity comes to them and just wants to hug because of a "nightmare". They hug him close and cradle Calamity but still listening to Sky until Calamity whined then all their attention is on him. If the Chain boys have alone time with Reader there is a 95 % chance that Wild or Calamity or Wild AND Calamity will butt in with something. They do that to each other too. But the Chain knows they can't say anything to Reader as they have a bleeding heart and they would want them to get them mad because of it. They are their precious and darling sea rose after all.

It's been about 10 days since I got this now 😅 I took a bit of an accidental break with how exhausted I've been but back to mipha reader!!! and It's amazing as always <333

Mipha reader is going to have a very interesting dynamic with the chain, because the zora are not going to let reader go if they have any say in it what so ever. only another portal from whoever is creating them is going to have any hope of getting them away. They lost you already so long ago - like hell is that happening again

I think AoC link could feel almost entitled to reader over the others, they're from his world, they made him the zora armour, it's only because of him that the rest even met you. seeing wild in the crafted set could make him a lot more possessive of you too, cause it's an immediate threat to his relationship with you

granted they could work together to keep you to themselves rather than sharing you with the rest of the chain, they're your two fiances and the rest of the chain could be gone for all they care

I think the pressure to have zora armour could damage the others relationship with them though, seeing as they have to use their own scales to make it which can't be pleasant really and if they're in the domain with their father, retainer and brother then no way in hell is that going to be made for even a single other link no matter how hard they push - and hopefully time doesn't bring up ruto

and with wild/cal stealing their attention whenever possible? no matter how much the chain love reader they aren't going to be getting their attention any time soon over the fiances <3

[yourlocaltreesimp]

We all like that hec of the links being taller than reader but I give you this sage,cal and wild being shorter than reader it's that love troupe of the feral short person that seems to have so much rage that seems to have no where to go and their lover who is taller then them and is much calmer and is the only person to be able to calm their angry lover. Botw,tolk and time of calamity show link to be shorter then the people around him anyway. Maybe because of the height thing that gives those links a bit of insecurities especially with the competition with the others.

Absolutely correct, A squabble (that is what i’m demanding a group of Links separate from the chain be called) of feral links just being absolutely head over heals for their taller lover.

I also saw this and thought: ah yes, toddlers.

[askthedarknessandhewillanswer]

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[mytemporarycomfort]

Together

A/N: I hope this cheers someone up somewhere.

BOTW!Link x Healer!Reader 

Summary: Link knows you and he is there for you when you need it.

warnings: hurt/comfort, depression/breakdowns, mentions of death and injury not in detail

It was a lot later than you had wanted when you returned home, but what did you expect. With the recovery efforts from the Calamity, you were needed heavily. There were not a lot of breaks to be taken. The work was physically taxing and seeing all the harm done to any fellow soldiers made you mentally exhausted. When you opened the door, you were met with a very lovely dinner. It was all of your favourite dishes. Link poked his head out from the side of the hallway and was ready to greet you until he noticed the forced smile on your face. The light didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Walking to your smaller frame, he locked his arms around your shoulders and stared down at your glassy eyes. What’s wrong? HIs eyes asked. Your lips quivered and you couldn’t help the tears that started to fall down your face. You dug your face into his chest and began to sob. It was so hard holding back your emotions from him when he was so sweet with you.

“The people of Hyrule are still suffering Link. I’ve seen them injured, hurting. Some didn’t make it Link. I don’t know what else I can do.” You mumbled into his chest. 

He gave you a tight squeeze and lead you to the table. Link knew you were doing your best. He could see it on your hands, the way the skin was chapped from cleaning. He saw it on your clothes, the subtle hints of blood that still clung onto your skirt despite the effort you tried to remove it. He saw it in your soul, the way you would help all those in need during the journey. Link would do anything for you because of that. Your selflessness was why he was so drawn to you. It was like you reflected him; your devotion to Hyrule, to princess Zelda, to him. 

He filled your plate with all the food it could fit. His fingers lifted your chin up and began feeding you gently. He would wipe the occasional tear from your cheeks as you chewed on the savoury flavours of the meal. After the plate was finished, he led you to the bedroom and helped you change. He told you to settle down and that he would be back soon. 

As you nestled yourself into the bed, you let some more whimpers out as you tried to stay strong. God, you tried so hard for Link. You knew he needed you as much as you needed him. You wanted to be there for him as he is for you in the moment, but how can you do that when you let people die? 

Before you could spiral down even more, Link came back with a plate of honeyed fruits. Your eyes lit up at the beautifully organized pile of fruit and reached out your arms. He chuckled as he sat next to your delicate form. He set the plate between you and began lifting the food into your mouth. Between the light hiccups, you managed to finish some of the berries and apples. Before he can start feeding you the bananas, you took the fruit out of his hands. He looked puzzled as you did so but he did not expect for you to return the favour of feeding him. There was a gentle smile on his face as he accepted your gesture. It was in your nature after all. The loving, sweetness of you, always taking care of him, always thinking of him. 

When he ate the piece of fruit from your hand, his rested on top of yours. He kissed the inside of your palm and your cheeks heated up. His eyes pierced into yours. They said You will never need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone. We’ll do it together. 

[eternadreeblissa]

Redesigning Cal!!

Variations and explanations under the cut :DD

My brain got fried trying to draw the full body design, so I settled for a headshot for now. No worries I'll post the full one at some point!

Anyways, Cal is tricky to design: he's essentially a past version of Wild. If I take off the uniform he'll be a twin of some sort, and while that makes sense he's very different from Wild and I feel he deserves a design of his own that differentiates him from Wild SOMEHOW. But where else can I get ideas BUT Wild??

To solve this, I figured he'd have some clothes aspects of the chain into his clothing :0 an example being the fluffy fur pelt like scarf, like Twilight's! I have more ideas in things like that being incorporated onto him, but there's only so much space in a headshot. Anyway, it's little things like that that show the chain accepting Cal as their new brother and part of the family! Like little gifts or smth 🥺

When I finished, I couldn't help but think of some headcanons: i imagine perhaps while Cal's insecurities and stuff would mellow down or so with the chain and darling comforting him, he still can't exactly help his stiffness and silence; he can't help it when he got thrown into the royal knights, especially becoming the personal bodyguard of the princess. There's a lot of scrutiny placed on him, and so much pressure. It's no wonder why he shut himself up for a while. So even when the chain and darling would soften and loosen him up, he's as silent or so as a board when around anyone else but his brothers and beloved. He can't really trust, nor feel at much ease. Man's always on guard, and when he found himself a goddess to worship? Especially more so. So it felt fitting to give him some mask that covers half of his face; it shows he isn't exactly open, and is reserved and closed off for most. He does at times puts it down with the chain and Y/N, of course.

The fur pelt thing around his shoulders, I imagine he takes comfort in them; they're like a hug from Twilight or even the chain, and the soft fur helps give him a little happiness and it's soothing. He holds it when he thinks of his brothers, and perhaps tugs it around him, like a blanket around him whenever the chain isn't with him. (He especially does it a lot in TTAU :')) But those are headcanons for another day—)

Also, that rose? It's darling's flower! In Yandy's case, it could be a wildflower, but it can change into any flower or symbol u want! But for my Y/N or OC, they're heavily themed around roses so it's only fitting <33 anyway, it's much like an oath, and a seal to the vow; to accept the chain as family, means accepting and worshipping their goddess. He clutches the flower whenever he thinks of his darling, when he misses her, when he's ridding off a pest that dared to hurt her, so on. (Another habit he does in TTAU—)

Lastly, the hoodie. More so a nod to his role in my head: being a shadow protector of the sorts. Because he's always there in the background, standing there blending into the crowd. No one notices him (except mayhaps his newfound family), and it gives him the upper hand when facing off enemies and the likes. They won't notice they were taken out until they black out suddenly. Tho, this with the mask? Ninja, assassin vibes. And he probably fits the role too. You wouldn't see him coming, and while the telltale signs of his boiling wrath mayhaps be flowing out of his body, you wouldn't stand much of a chance with this guy.

[neverchecking]

Day 8: Breeding- Calamity

KIBFFF i was so excited for this day bc breeding is lowkey my specialty (Its not lowkey. Very very highkey) but then i got bad burnout from my midterms and school and my field placement and gfogbg BUT ITS DONE <3

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Cal NO LONGER being a virgin >:) He is down ATROCIOUSLY bad. he just like me fr Anyway, it is gender neutral despite the theme.

This is Day eight of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

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It had been a long time since he had first laid with you. Had first felt your hands on his skin and the delicious warmth you would envelop him in. But every time to him was a blessing. It was the gift of you letting him bathe in your divine glory. 

You could use him anyway you saw fit and he’d thank the golden three for it everyday. 

There were times, however, where you expressed you felt ashamed of the feeling of using him. Of riding him until he was nothing but a sobbing mess, clinging to you like a man void of any free will. Of holding him while he mindlessly rut against you, cock aching with overstimulation as you marked his back with your own show of love. Of running your fingers through his hair while he lapped and sucked at your sex, eagerly cleaning you of anything that might sully your precious skin.

Even before this you felt you were using him to fulfill your own desires, but how wrong you were. He couldn’t even begin to describe the pure euphoria that thrummed in his veins at your request. You had come up to him, with cheeks a soft cherry red, and asked him so nicely to keep an open mind. Little did you know, Cal would swallow hot coals if it meant pleasing you. Nonetheless he listened, holding your hand within his and feeling how soft they felt compared to his. Then you had softly asked for him to breed you. To pump you so full of his very essence the only thought you could comprehend being him. How he felt inside of you, how his own form shadowed over you, how he would pin you down and use you like his own personal toy. You wanted him to use you for once. 

And oh, how delicious of an idea it was. 

It was his absolute honor to lay you down, prepping you so carefully before pulling your hips to rest on his thighs, tapping his cock along your shiny hold before slowly slipping inside. Something about this time felt so different, he couldn’t explain it. Like some part of his hindbrain was just so laden with the need to please you and the primal urge to just give and take. To give you a kid of his own, regardless of whether you could or would carry or not. To just pump you so, so full, it would drip out in heavy bulbs of cum and your own fluids, leaving milky trails down your skin before he would scoop them up with two of his fingers if only to plunge them back into your fluttering hole, listening to your whimpers of overstimulation just to watch it all over again. 

He’d commit it to memory. 

And when all is said and done and you would grow cranky with the thought of more cum spilling out of you? He’d show his pure devotion to you, on his knees before you (His rightful place if he did say so himself) and use his tongue to sing his prayers to your ethereal being.

[yandereunsolved]

ღ Yandere BOTW Zelda ღ

"Darling, darling, don't you just love my present?"

"My fiancé is dead. Did you expect me to be happy?"

"Oh, are you not pleased? We can finally be lovers now. You may not be royal, but we can marry in secret! You can help me with my studies, as you always have."

"H-How did you...?"

"My knight helped me. See? We are lovers now. Nobody will ever hurt you. Nobody will ever touch you. Nobody will ever get near you. Only I allowed to do that.

"No. I-I'm your research partner, nothing more."

"You love me. Don't worry about it. I know you're just nervous about the commitment. My father won't find out. If he does, then I'll have him killed. I do it all for you!"

[frickingnerd]

sleeping with link

pairing: link x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, cuddling, established romantic relationship

link sleeps surprisingly tight! 

he doesn't sleep a lot, but when he does, he's out like a stone and lays completely still next to you

he doesn't move around at all, always staying on his side of the bed and taking as little space as possible, so you can have more space for yourself

link will only cuddle up next to you once the two of you are already dating for a while, as he's a bit too used sleeping by himself

link always lets you have more of the blanket, as he wants you to be comfortable

he's used to camping outside, so sleeping in a real bed is already comfortable enough, so he can give up the blanket and his space for you

link doesn't sleep a lot and he's often awake before you are, sneaking out of bed and already getting chores done, as well as making you breakfast

by the time you're awake, he'll bring you breakfast to bed and cuddle a little with you! 

[wayfayrr]

If anyone's curious about how Cal looked in this I really just wanted some excuse to draw him Then here he is <3 There is a reason why he's been called calcifer in this - It's got to do with something my wife (@angry-trashcan) and I were discussing, how the links would each use a different name in the househusband au.

[cooliofango]

Strength of the Ancients

[BOTW! Link x F! Reader]

Prologue Part 1

[Next Part]

A little author’s note before I start! This is a bit self indulgent and part of an idea I’ve been holding onto for a while now that I wanted to try writing out and I’ve decided to start on this platform! If it goes well then I may reach out to other platforms, but, for now, it shall remain here! This story is supposed to branch out throughout the three games and then some both before and after them based from my own imagination, so hopefully we’ll be in this for the long run. Also, the name for Link’s sister will be Alona in this story since she was never given a name in this game. All we know is that if she would’ve been an actual character in the game, she would’ve been a remake of Aryll or that she would’ve had a different name-- which I tried to make a little similar. For the names of Link’s parents, I will be getting them from the Sound and Drama CD which names Link’s father Banzetta and his mother Loretta, as well as Zelda’s mother who appears to be named Seline. Im choosing for the reader to be female for this story, though, again, if the story is liked enough, I will be happy to rewrite it with a male reader if requested. The picture was cropped and found on Picsart!

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The steps of the two Hylians, a father and a son, echoed loudly in the castle, the lights pouring in from the crystal-like glass that lined the walls of the hallway. The ceilings rose high above them, the light glittering against the stone on the lower parts of the arches with the aid of the torches that remained lit beneath them. Every now and then, they would pass a guard who stood attentive yet unmoving in place. They simply watched as the king’s guests moved on. 

The son appeared to be a little anxious, though he kept quiet as he looked around this rather foreign place. His father was a blacksmith who provided weapons and armor for the royal calvary while him and his younger sister tended to the farm at home in his absences-- although they would often get help from their father if he wasn’t working. The closest the young boy has ever been to the castle was the town below its walls where his father worked and where he and his sister would travel to to sell the goods they grew. The castle was always something he and his sister would admire from afar, yet he never guessed that he would be going inside it.

“Chin up, boy,” The gruff voice of his father reached his ears, causing him to look up at the elder man.

“Yes, sir.” The boy muttered, straightening his posture and looking ahead. They approached large double doors, to which more guards stood at. However, upon noticing their presence, they moved to grab the handles of the door and pulled them open. The doors creaked on their hinges at the movement, though only because of how large they were rather than if they were old or not. Beyond the door way was a large throne room. The ceilings rose even higher than the ones in the halls do-- something the young one didn't not think was possible. In the middle of the back wall, overlooking the whole room, were the thrones that sat underneath a large stained glass mural of the symbol of Hyrule shaped into it. There were three of them, the largest being in the middle, one just a little shorter than it on the left, and a smaller one on the right. The king sat within the middle one. The boy felt himself tense under the king’s intimidating presence alone, feeling his gaze burn into him and his father.

The father stopped a few feet away from the king and knelt down to bow with respect. His son did the same not long after upon noticing his father’s movements. “You’re majesty, it’s an honor to make your presence,” the father spoke up once more in kind greeting before careful getting back to his feet.

“The honor is all mine, Banzetta. You’re presence here was greatly anticipated,” The king looked at the boy now, sitting up in place, “And this must be the boy, correct.” Upon being addressed, the young one quickly got to his feet and straightened his posture-- he hadn’t realized his father had stood up already and was still kneeling on the ground till now. Rhoam stood from his throne and made his way down the steps towards the child. “Let me see your hand, boy.”

And he did just that, not wanting to appear to be disrespectful before someone so powerful. The nervousness still remained as he held out his right hand to him. Though the boy didn’t know the full extent to the markings on his hand just yet, he already knew that it was what the king wanted to see. It was the sole reason why his father brought him here. On the back of his palm rested an ancient symbol known as the ti-force with the bottom right triangle highlighted against his skin. He didn't know what it meant-- but being here was a hope to get answers.

The king knelt down before the boy and took his hand to inspect it. The king’s hold was gentle and he slid his thumb over the triangle shape imbedded in the boy’s skin. “So it’s true then. The Hero of Courage has been reborn.” King Rhoam spoke knowingly. It was hard to tell whether he was in shock or if he was relieved by his tone and this expression didn’t change except for the slight narrowing of the eyes.

The Hero of Courage was someone mentioned in a story the boy had heard from his mother before she had passed away years ago. A hero from the sky, clad in green, who took on an evil being of Power named Demise to save his dear friend and Hyrule from destruction. From then on out, the three wielders of the tri-force continued to be reborn-- Power causing destruction, Wisdom allocating knowledge to the land, and Courage protecting the land. The boy didn’t think the story to be real at the time, mostly because of where the hero seemed to come from. If Hyrule used to have islands in the sky, then where were they now?

“Hylia...” Banzetta muttered with his own surprise. Unlike his son, he did know the story behind the never ending battle between Courage, Wisdom, and Power right away. Although the appearance of the Hero of Courage was one to be celebrating, it also foretold the near future of Hyrule. Hyrule would fall into war once more at the hands of the Calamity and the monsters it brings.

The king stood up from the ground, looking down at the young boy. “Link,” he spoke the name of the boy as he remembered it from the letter, “Do you understand the responsibilities of the Hero of Courage?” 

Link held a soft frown and directed his gaze away in thought. If he were to believe his mother’s stories to be true, then-- in a way-- he did have an idea of what the Hero of Courage’s duty was. “Yes, sir,” Link nodded hesitantly along with his words, looking back up at the king as he did so. 

“Do you accept this responsibility to protect Hyrule and fulfill the destiny given to you by the Golden Goddesses of old?” The king urged with hope, holding his hands behind his back as he waited for an answer.

Being the reborn hero was hard to believe and yet there was something in the back of his mind telling him to take this chance. It was a call to adventure screaming at him to accept this role. If he was really the Hero of Courage, then he needed to be the one to defeat the wielder of Power that intended to destroy his home. It’s only ever been the Hero of Courage who defeats this evil in every story he’s heard about from his dear mother.

“Y-Yes,” although he stutters, his face shows determination.

The king visibly relaxes, turning back to sit on the throne. “Very well,” he sits down on the throne with each arm resting on the arm rests beside him. King Rhoam turns his attention to Banzetta.

Father and son shared a gaze. The nervousness still hung in the air, yet something new had sparked within the boy. A will, you could say. Banzetta expressed worry, but, upon noting how his son accepted this weight, said nothing. Instead, he looked to the king.

“Banzetta, it would be ideal to keep Link here with our ranks. He will need to start training as soon as possible,” King Rhoam looked to where a couple guards were on the left of the throne room and nodded, to which they both made their way to the pair standing before him.

Banzetta tightened his lips into a straight line. “A-... A week. I’d like to request that he return here for training in a week,” he requested in hopes to give Link a bit of time at home before leaving so suddenly. The boy, in turn, seemed to already agree with this. He loved his sister dearly, after all, and he didn’t want to just leave her on her own without an explanation.

The king huffed to himself as he considered the request. There was time. According to the sages, the Calamity shouldn’t arrive for another half of a decade. They had five years to prepare-- five years to build an army.

“Very well. Return in exactly a week, no time later, no time less.”

Banzetta sighed with relief, “Of course. Thank you, your majesty.”

The king nodded and returned his focus back to Link. “And thank you, young one. Hyrule will forever be in your debt. Guards, please escort these two to the palace gates.”

[cryo-regalia]

fluff headcanons

general fluffy headcanons ft. link, sidon, and revali

— THEMES: fluff, gender-neutral reader, spoiler-free.

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

Link is not someone who speaks very often but will if he has to get something across that couldn’t be done through body language or gestures alone. The most anyone has heard from him is when he’s with you, where you’ll get some rare full sentences in response before he grows quiet and gives you simple answers or hums and nods. Pre-Calamity, he’s much less verbal and forces you to be somewhat reliant to understand his facial expressions and their meaning. He has so many expectations from the people of Hyrule weighing on his shoulders, thus causing him to repress a lot of the emotions he once outwardly expressed when he was younger. It’s truly the little things with him, where he’ll continue his stance as a knight but glance at you as the corner of his lips quirk upwards to reassure you or silently greet you. Or your favorite flowers will appear on your bed, he’s trustworthy enough to be able to step into your room without having to worry about him going through your belongings. Or he’ll make a suspicious amount of food that you know he’d be able to eat on his own and still be hungry, but leave plenty for you and more to make sure you eat. Whenever he’s not by Zelda’s side, unable to break the habit of his new job, stands by your side with his sword to make sure you’re not ambushed by anyone or anything. All without a word, or very little. Often watches you in silent interest from the corner of his eye as you partake in whatever your focus lingers on, but the tip of his head gives it all away and he’ll eventually turn to you fully.

Post-Calamity, meanwhile, one hundred years later, he’s a bit more vocal. Just slightly. With very little memory to him, there’s a new sense of self to him that isn’t burdened by the same weight he felt before. It’s still tiresome to carry sometimes as he’s the only one to be able to save the princess and Hyrule, but he eventually comes to be able to deal with it in a healthy manner for the most part thanks to you. He’s not a chatterbox by any means and many still consider him quiet, but if you ask him a question in which you need his opinion or need guidance that can’t be expressed through movement, he’ll speak for you. He sometimes doesn’t recognize the sound of it and surprises himself whenever he doesn’t let out grunts like he does in battle. Very soft-spoken, never raising his voice at you or anyone unless he’s particularly panicked or fearful about something which isn’t very common. He knows a bit of HSL (Hyrulean Sign Language) and may communicate through that, but it’s not his main form of speaking as his hands are often full with ingredients, a weapon, shield, the reigns to his horse, or holding your hand. He loves listening to yours, though, and always has! Any stress or frustration starts to wash away whenever you speak to him and he’s always so focused on everything you tell him, even if it’s offhanded or you think it’s silly. Like he did in the past without even realizing it, he’ll leave gifts and food for you on the table or bedside and may even buy you jewelry or armor if they caught your eye.

A lot of his physical affection comes from muscle memory rather than him thinking it through at first. He’ll pull you close to him by your arm or around your hips or lower back if you get too close to him or to move you out of the way of an attack. No matter what has happened, he’s still a knight deep down and a lot of the sudden urges and movements are from his past training. Such as keeping your whereabouts at the forefront of his mind, and then checking your surroundings for any monsters or Yiga Clan members immediately after. His well-being comes secondary to yours, is what his mind tells him. But sometimes, without even realizing it until it’s pointed out to him, he’ll be latched onto you and your top with a grip that’s almost impossible to loosen without waking him up. Then the touches become much more affectionate and gentle to show how much he cares, rather than rough and sudden that’s only done as a means of protection. He’s constantly learning romantic gestures not even his past self knew of and about you, so it’s like he’s taking baby steps or like he was up on the Great Plateau all over again. If you do something particularly risky like go up against a dangerous foe by yourself or are unlucky enough to earn a bad injury that limits your mobility or is particularly painful, he gets so worried but relieved you’re still alive. He’ll hug you tight, one hand on your back and the other at the back of your head. He calms down fairly quick knowing you’re really there and not a figment of his mind, but doesn’t let go until you ask to be.

Whenever he travels, Link is always sure to prepare beforehand. Food, armor, elixirs, ingredients, weapons, he’ll bring it just in case he encounters unexpectedly bad weather or monsters regardless of their difficulty. He can never be too sure and it took him some time before he realized it upon leaving the Shrine of Resurrection. But if you ever join him, he will always be sure to pack enough for you as well and more because he can never be too sure. The wild will eat you up and spit you out if you’re underprepared and he doesn’t want to see that happen to you, or anyone for that matter! His pockets seem like an endless abyss of belongings so don’t worry about him not being able to carry it all because he will one way or another. As worried as he may be, he’s always happy to bring you with him. He hates being away from you for so long and only does so if he has to, but is always happy to bring you along if you’re willing to trek through the vast lands of Hyrule and its oddball weather. Don’t worry about getting cold, he’ll happily let you wear his cloak and scarf something down to get over the heat. Or if you’re in Eldin, then he’ll buy you a set of Flamebreaker Armor. When you both have to rest for the night, he’ll give you space if you need it but will snuggle up against you if you both get cold enough that not even your clothes and fire are enough help. You’re like his partner in crime and many around Hyrule will comment if you’re not with him or he doesn’t have something of yours on his person.

His preferred mode of transportation, aside from teleporting to shrines and towers using the Sheikah Slate, is horseback riding. It beats walking from one end of the land to the other on foot. Paragliding can only take him so far, too. He has Epona and double-back riding isn’t always the safest, especially when he’s being tailed by Bokoblins with bows and arrows he had no choice but to pass. But if you see a horse you want to tame and register at a stable but you can’t approach it without it running off, his new mission is to catch it for you. He understands perfectly well how difficult is can be to catch up to one and doesn’t want to see you become dejected after several failed attempts, so he’ll spend however long it takes until he can. Will offer name ideas and let you use one of the saddles and bridles he’s earned if you wanted because he’s happy to have some off of his hands and actually be put into use. If you want the Giant Horse, he’s a bit intimidated by its size but if you want it, he’ll chase it to the ends of Hyrule and cling onto it as tight as he possibly can if it means taming it for you. Whenever he’s not fighting or doing anything in particular, Link will offer to go on a trail ride or let your horses lead the way as you both sightsee and have a moment of relaxation. Epona probably likes you slightly more than him and he’s a little upset his own steed favors you over him—he gave her all of those Endura Carrots for what? Nothing?—but can’t stay mad for too long, or long at all because he can’t blame the mare.

The small, one-person bed in his house within Hateno Village? He got that replaced and swapped out with a bigger one so the two of you can share it and have enough space without crowding the already small upstairs area or having you be beneath the stairs. He tries to grow Silent Princesses in the front yard as a surprise, but to no avail and to his disappointment. Instead, in an attempt to make up for it, he always picks some that he sees and brings them home to you but not all of them so they don’t go extinct. He never really did anything with the decorations that Bolson put up aside from the mounts on the wall that he frequently uses, so if there’s anything you want to bring in that’s fine with him. Also adds your name to the sign in front of the house in paint that’s your favorite color and doesn’t tell you and leaves that for you to find and see. This is your home too, not just his and he wants you to remember that. Although Hateno may be small, he loves walking around with you knowing fully well there isn’t going to be any danger rearing its head in aside from some playful chaos the village children create and the monsters aren’t yet willing to appear at the front gate. If there’s anyone that’s bothering you, whether they’re in the village or not, he’ll stand up for you if you can’t do so yourself. As much as he wants there to be peace, he’s not going to sit by and let someone talk down on you or be physical.

Pictures! He never found much of a use to use the camera feature that Purah fixed other than to fill his Compendium and to find the places the princess photographed. Before meeting you, it was just something he used as necessary rather than for any kind of memoir and it collected dust as the other Runes outshone it. Now, he has so many pictures of you two at different landmarks that he silently treasures and looks back on constantly if he has nothing better to do with himself. He enjoys showing you what he’s captured photos of, such as the Lord of the Mountain and the Blupees. Not many people see it coming, but he loves posing in front of the camera and has a surprisingly good eye when it comes to finding a good angle. Sometimes for weapons, shields, and bows he thinks are particularly cool, he’ll ask you to pose with him and the item, or to mimic a certain action like drawing the bowstring with an elemental arrow. Won’t let you stop until he manages to fit both you and the weapon in the small preview square. Of course, if you need to rest or eat or whatever the case may be, he will let you go but will wander around to find a good spot to prop the Sheikah Slate so he can pose instead. But Link’s absolute favorites are of when you don’t realize he’s taking a picture, where you go about your day and performing regular tasks and actions that causes you to smile and look so at peace that it causes him to forget any weight upon his shoulders and get lost in your joyous, serene expression.

𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍

Your number one fan, Prince Sidon of the Zora adores you and worships the very ground you stand upon. He thinks you’re the bees freaking knees and will constantly remind you and others of that, especially if you’re feeling down about yourself or in general. Even if you’re not and perfectly happy, he’ll somehow slip his overwhelming adoration into whatever conversation you’re in. He just wants you to realize how incredible and amazing you are!! He thinks you should see yourself the way he does: an incredibly talented and wonderful person who deserves the world and more. He would actually bend over backwards for you and it’s certainly a lot but it just goes to show how kind he can be. He doesn’t realize that it can be a little much and you’ll have to tell him to tone it down if he doesn’t catch himself, which he often times does so he can keep his princely composure. He demands (nicely, of course, but firmly) that you are treated with respect, especially within Zora’s Domain. You are as it is, but you’re someone he cares about so much he doesn’t want you to be wrongly disrespected by someone foul. He’d hate to see the smile leave your face. As he can’t leave Lanayru and has limited knowledge about life outside of the region, your tales throughout Hyrule sound so new to him and he’ll listen to everything that you’re willing to share. He’s beyond interested in everything you do so if there’s something you have a particular fondness for, he’ll always ask you about it so he can learn everything he can! He loves hearing about your interests and hobbies and will put aside anything he’s doing if you want his attention unless it involves royal duties.

If you’re comfortable with it, he will definitely use pet names and affectionate nicknames with you! His are usually centered around fish or has a water theme to it, but he’s open to whatever you enjoy most! You just need to tell him and he’ll call you it, it’s as simple as that! The same goes for any nicknames or aliases you have or prefer. Sometimes he refers to you using a royal title like his own regardless of your actual social standing, but he figures you would use it should the both of you decide to make things a bit more serious. He tries to be confident and he’s the one giving them, but he gets so flustered for no reason but he tries to play it off by clearing his throat and keeping his voice in check but he tends to stumble over a word or two and ramble on. If you don’t really like them, that’s totally okay! They may slip here and there, but he really does mean well and tries to hold back and respect your wishes at every possible moment. He’s not used to being called anything but his royal title so in the scenario in which you give him one, he might just do a double-take in shock but then beam and hug you tight. You’re the only one who can call him those and will politely remind those who aren’t you if they use them. The way his heart flutters when he hears them is nearly has him clutching his chest, but he can only smile and accept the affection from you has he’s too flustered to be able to form many words without stammering.

Much more affectionate than Link and Revali combined, this fishy lad would happily scoop you up into his arms and squeeze you so tight that’ll you have to tap out before you pass out. Sidon is incredibly affectionate physically and verbally and generally doesn’t have a filter unless he needs to have one, such as when he’s summoned by King Dorephan to discuss one thing or another or his duties call him. He thinks kisses are super special and savors each and every one, but doesn’t know how to initiate them without asking. There are some times where he gets so excited and pecks you on the lips or on the top of the head, but apologize for not asking beforehand. You can tell him that he doesn’t need to ask, but he will anyways because he doesn’t want to cross any boundaries. Let’s be real, he’d have to kneel down to reach your face if you’re not standing on something or outrageously tall like him—not even the Gerudo women hold a candle to him. Because of his reign as prince, I doubt that he gets a lot of physical affection, orr affection at all, as it’s considered inappropriate. If you hug him or hold his hand, he might not let go. His skin is actually really rough and feels like sandpaper, but he tries to make up for that with gentle touches and it feels a bit softer after he gets out of the water. If you ever lay together, expect lots of snuggles and possibly a blanket between you two so the texture of his skin doesn’t make you uncomfortable, unless you’re alright with that where he’ll just drape the cloth over the both of you instead or go without it. He’s very aware of it and could be likened to a puppy, but he doesn’t really care and takes that as a compliment. 

Being a Zora, Sidon’s favorite place to be aside from being by your side is in the water, whether it be a small lake or the grand ocean, such Lake Hylia. He’d love to go there one day when the threat of the Calamity didn’t loom over Hyrule’s head, and he makes it a promise to himself and you that he’ll travel there one day. His preferred area to go swimming with you is in the East Reservoir Lake as it’s the safest from monsters and contained enough that you won’t end up down a stream if he takes his eyes off of you. If you don’t know how to swim, he’ll hold onto you and make sure that your head won’t fall beneath the surface of the water, teaching at a rate that will help you learn. If you enjoy swimming, he’ll be ecstatic and happily show you his favorite places to go and dive under the water to show you something underneath or be completely submerged in his element. If you just want to glide and float, he’ll hold your hands and pull you along or let you sit on his back or chest, simply chatting away until you’re ready to get in completely or want to return to land. If he gets relaxed enough, he’ll fall asleep so be careful because you’ll be stranded in the middle of the lake on top of a giant fish man if you can’t wake this heavy sleeper up. He’d feel so bad if he did though and you’ll have to console him—which is essentially just forgiving him, even if you had no problem with it in the first place.

Sidon would love to bring you up the waterfall by Ploymus Mountain like Mipha did when he was a guppy! It’s one of the fondest memories he has and holds dear to him and wants to create more with you by his side. But before he does anything, he would make sure you’re comfortable and one-hundred percent on-board with the idea. He would never force you to do something that crosses a line and promises you that he’ll stop and jump back down to the bottom if you can’t handle it. He gets it, he does! He didn’t think he was able to either, but he believes that with a helping hand to guide you, you could triumph over anything that scares you. It’s a little hard to believe that someone as big as him would fear a waterfall or heights, but it’s the truth. He makes sure that you have a tight hold on him and assures you that you’re not hurting him with a charming smile that seems to glimmer and ooze comforting promises. He’s swum up that very waterfall time and time again and lands perfectly with a small flip, immediately pulling you from his back and into his arms. He looks at you with so much hope and excitement, impatiently awaiting your opinion and thoughts on it. He wants you to be honest, too. He is sure he can take it, but he does it for a sense of enjoyment and fun, and to show off just the slightest bit. He also enjoys the view and overlooks Zora’s Domain, just barely able to see his father inside and not far away being Vah Ruta aiming towards Hyrule Castle.

I don’t think people talk about it enough, but Sidon is great with a trident. We obviously see him use it in Age of Calamity as his main weapon and what he uses against the Red Lynel, but he’s more than a pretty fish prince. He defeated a Lynel as a young Zora, that’s an incredible feat of its own. But it’s not something I don’t think enough people bring up, and on that note, he’d be willing to teach you how to use a weapon like his. He worries tremendously that you’ll somehow wind up hurt, especially if you’re going up against one another, but trusts your abilities and his own self-restraint. Also, you both know that he’d go easy on you for the same reason, he’d probably cry if he accidentally hurt you and hold you to him as he kissed your wound as he profusely apologizes. He’d offer to have a trident identical to his be made for you unless you have something else you prefer to you, in which he’ll be interested to learn techniques you may have learned elsewhere but feels bad he can’t give you any himself. While he may be weak to Shock arrows and other electricity-based weapons, he would stand up for you and race to your rescue if you find yourself in trouble. Frets over you so much and will tower behind you like a penguin to its baby, especially if you’re outside of Zora’s Domain where some monsters are known to be. He doesn’t often fight unless he has to and would rather talk things out if completely possible, but he knows fully well that that peace isn’t always an option to some.

He knows it’s mainly a tradition for Zora princesses, but has offered on multiple occasions to make you Zora Armor like Mipha did for Link before the Calamity hit. He may not be as much of a romantic as some, but Sidon wants you to feel loved and cared for and that’s one of the things he figures will get his point across to you. He’s not as talented when it comes to sewing and gets some help from the Zora that are, but the second you accept the offer he makes preparations for it to be made. He wants it to remain a surprise and becomes flustered when it doesn’t come out as well as he thought it would be, but doesn’t stop touching it up until he knows for sure that you would like it. He has the entire set made for you with small accessories that matched his own. You’ll look great in it either way, he’s sure of that. But with an accessory or two, it’ll make you and the armor shine! He also has Link bring it to Hateno Village for it to be dyed in your favorite color, but did consider keeping it his natural red so you both would be matching. This is a really personal gift and Sidon needs it to be the very best it can be. If it means seeing your face light up then he would work on it for as long as he had to before finally gifting it to you, hoping to see a smile bloom and for you to wear it in the near future.

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈

Unlike any of the other Champions and to no one’s surprise, this Rito Warrior is the least openly affectionate of them all. He wouldn’t be seen giving a hug or kiss or whatever the case may be with eyes on him very often, and is quite begrudging about not letting up on that streak. But that doesn’t mean he’s not affectionate at all, because he certainly can be! Revali is very private when it comes to personal matters, even more so when it strays from his duty as a Champion. It takes awhile for the others to learn about you, assuming you’re just a regular at Rito Village but quickly come to realize you two were a lot more than just friends when he coincidentally bumped into you or watched as you passed. He’s prideful, that’s without doubt, but he also takes pride in you for being who you are and for being by his side. “Not everyone can just catch my eye!” he vehemently claims and holds a wing to his puffed and fluffy chest. It’s true, you have to be something special, but it’s his unique way of telling you that without outright saying so. He knows someone will start teasing him and that becomes rather annoying very fast and he makes an escape into the sky to avoid the topic altogether. Some may think that he’s being rude or embarrassed, but that’s not the case at all! In fact, if there were less people who would tease him about it, he’d boast and flaunt you around for all of the world to see. But he can’t. He’s seen what enemies will do when they learn of your weaknesses and he’d, for once, put the blame on himself should you wind up hurt.

As I said before, he prefers to keep the affection to a minimum when there are others around, but should you two be alone, things are quite different. No one has seen this Rito so open with someone and it would make heads turn and spawn questions he’d be too exasperated and flustered to answer. He’s not an open book, but he is much more willing to speak about things that concern or upset him with you. He’s known to speak his mind and to be overly blunt, but there are some things he holds his tongue on so it won’t sully his image. But with you, he knows (or at least comes to know) that he can release his worries, or at least some of them so he won’t make you upset, too. He makes the funniest squawks when you catch him off guard, his wings spread and puffed out before he turns to scold you but it’s lighthearted and lacks the condescension he directs towards others—Link, we all know it’s always aimed towards Link. That’s followed by him claiming that you didn’t surprise him, he was just being dramatic to make you laugh and smile. Will never admit it, but loves when you draw your fingers through his feathers and will melt against your head. You’re also probably the one who does his braids because he can’t replicate your craftsmanship, and it gives him an excuse for you to more or less pet him. At the end of the day or when you two have to part ways for whatever reason, he’ll press his beak to your head in his own Rito-esque kiss.

If someone asks where he’s been, he’ll say he was training at the Flight Range again. He does go there to make sure that the ability he affectionately named Revali’s Gale was perfected and to hone his already impeccable and impressive archery skills and talents. Admittedly, in order to make time for you in secret among his other duties that he takes just as seriously, he’ll disappear to take you on a date. Does he feel bad about lying to those who ask? A bit, but it’s none of their business and brushes it off. He doesn’t call them dates, dubbing them as outings. He’s not wrong, but the true name for it has him stumbling over his words in an attempt to maintain his composure. In truth, he takes you up to his Divine Beast so you two won’t be interrupted by something trivial, and if someone really needed something they’d come up. Not the best cook out there, but will try to make you both something to eat as a grand picnic. He’s not very subtle about it—when is he ever?—but he will show off his ability to control and pilot Vah Medoh and flaunt it in an attempt to impress you. A lot of dates are up there, whether by the terminal or inside where it’s warmer during particularly bad weather, and he promises that you’re his number one and won’t be replaced by Medoh. It’s a playful comment, but to some it could be seen as condescending. Isn’t familiar with romance at all but tries his best and got some help from Mipha as her crush on Link is painstakingly obvious.

Because of his copious amount of feathers, cold temperatures don’t affect him as easily as some others. Areas in the Hebra region change that, but for the most part Revali and the other Rito can handle it when they’re in the sky or during the night. But he’s quite perceptive and and knows that not everyone is as unaffected, especially because of the travelers that stop to rest at the village for the night or for a vacation, only to find out they’re ill-prepared. Your actions could be minuscule in an attempt to not draw his attention, but if he catches you doing anything in an attempt to be warm, he’s stopping you in your tracks then and there. He claims because you keep distracting him from the corner of his eye or it’s becoming annoying, but it’s hardly the truth. He’s not going to let the person he cares about most succumb to the cold. If either of you don’t think that some fire arrows would be enough, Revali will take a second to consider their surroundings before scooting close to you and draping a wing around you. He almost pulls away when you say something about it, but stops himself. He’ll definitely turn his head away from you, but pull you closer anyways, saying something about how some measly fire arrows couldn’t compare to him.

Revali doesn’t always enjoy an audience when he’s training as letting someone see his mistakes seems heinous to him, and that applies to you. He’s supposed to be a master with his bow and abilities and he internally beats himself up if he doesn’t meet his own expectations, so if he falls short that day he’ll be quite upset and dismissive. But he wants to show off, he can’t help himself, and when he feels as though he finally has gotten it down he’ll invite you to watch. Tries to focus on what’s in front of him, but he glances back at you to make sure you’re watching before splitting the arrow right through the center ring. He usually uses elemental arrows for their added effects, but does worry that you could get caught up in the crossfire if you happen to be near his target. For the same reason, he’ll motion for you to back up before he fires with a flick of his head or wave of his wing. But when he practices Revali’s Gale, he loves doing dips and dives around the wind current he creates. You’re also the only one who can ride on his back when he’s flying and he’ll claim that you’ll mess up his perfectly brushed feathers, but in the end finds you to be hanging onto him from behind with your legs around his sides. You’re the only one who has this privilege and tells you that you should feel honored before he turns his back, but can’t ignore the thudding of his heart against his chest.

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