#botw!link xreader

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Hey! Could I request a Breath of the Wild x fem Reader before the calamity, where the reader is a princess and Link is her knight and they already have fallen for one another and then her father arranges a marriage for the reader and Link wants to run away with the reader but the reader at first doesn't think it's worth it but then Link later convinces her by sneaking in her room at night with smut?

Until You're Finally Free (BOTW! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Once your favorite knight in shining armor pushed open the window leading into your bedroom, you knew you would break. 

  It was only a matter of time. You  knew  that. There was no denying it. There was no denying how you felt. No denying what you wanted deep down inside. Especially after you watched just how carefully he handled every single step as he entered your bedroom and made his way over to you. Because you could imagine the trouble he went through. Leaving his own bedroom in the guardhouse after his curfew. Sneaking past all the other guards on his way over here. Scaling your tower in the dark of the night and somehow managing to sneak through your windows all undetected. He does so much for you. He does so much for the sake of you. Because he  loves  you. And you love him. So, so very much.

  That’s why the thought of having your hand promised to another man kills you so much inside. Link was one of the first to know. About your engagement. About how much it made your heart ache and ache and ache. But there’s nothing your Link could do about it. He could fight monsters and thieves and mercenaries and more. But he couldn’t fight your father’s decisions. He just  couldn’t .

  But Link reminded you of something you never knew to be true until you met him. He reminded you that you’re more than just a princess. That you  deserve  more than what another man wishes of you. And that you’re plenty capable of making your own decisions. You were born putting crowns on your head. Who says you have to die with them still on as well?

  And so you know exactly what your father would think. You know exactly how mad he would be if he found out. But that’s  if  he found out. That’s if he finds you after this night. But if you’re being honest? You know he will.

  But you’re not thinking about your father right now. You’re not thinking about the repercussions of your actions. You’re not thinking about how you spent a few hours sorting through your clothes and picking out some of your plainer dresses and pulling them to the side once you retired to your room for the night. And you’re not thinking about how there’s an unassuming suitcase- half full of the things you need just hiding beneath the very bed you sleep on every single night. You’re not thinking about that at all.

  Instead, you’re thinking about how Link just spent a good five- no ten (or was it fifteen?) minutes beneath your nightgown, licking at your slit. You’re thinking about how he seemed so happy, so  eager  with his tongue. Flicking it up against the most sensitive parts of your body. And then wrapping his lips here and there as he uttered the sweetest of words between your thighs. Words that you would only hear in the romance novels you used to sneak out and steal from the library. Words that make your skin burn with arousal and your heart skip a beat or two as you tangled fingers in his hair and pulled and grabbed and  enjoyed  yourself in a way that was utmost unbecoming of a princess. At least, that’s what you were thinking about earlier.

  Because right now, you’re a little more focused on the way he moves so softly and carefully as he pushes the rest of your nightgown up and tucks it below your chin. And he’s focused on running his hands across your body. Letting his warm fingertips run against your curves to explore. And he’s smiling as you shiver when the cool leather of her arm guards brush against your skin as he touches you more and more. 

  The way he looks at you- it’s so comforting. It makes everything feel so much more natural. It makes everything make so much more sense. The way he guides you in his every movement. The way he still finds the time to compliment and kiss and  love  every inch of your skin as his dazed eyes take the sight of you laid out for him on your bed again and again and again. The way he unconscious grinds his clothed manhood into you. Sending shocks and shivers throughout your body as you get used to the feeling of something so stiff and so hard pressing against the most precious part of your body.

  And the way he very consciously pulls himself free from his trousers and aligns himself with your awaiting entrance. 

  You had been watching carefully. Mesmerized by the shape and the color and the size and the- well, the everything about it. But as the tip presses against your slit, giving you that first taste of what you’re about to experience, you couldn’t help but swallow nervously and flicker your eyes up to his face. But to your surprise, the man that you love more than anything else in the world…

  “ Are you ready, princess?”

  “Yes…my hero…”

  ...had never stopped looking at you.

  Not even as he pushed himself into your warm, wet insides and took what was rightfully his. Not even then. Not even now.

  And so, as the bed begins to creak with every thrust. And your voice starts to carry a little louder and louder with every second that passes, and you recall that you know. You know exactly what your father would think. In fact, you know what exactly he  will  think. How he would feel when he finds out. How mad he will be. How red his face would get. What his first orders would be. Who he would shout at first. Who he would take the brunt of his anger out on. You know exactly how it will go. But for now? You don’t think about that.

  Because that’s in the future. And truthfully, you can’t tell everything about the future. No matter how well you think you know something, there’s always a chance that things won’t go how you thought they would. Besides, you’re a princess after all. Not an oracle. At least for the night. 

  But in the morning, who knows what the future holds. For him. For you. For each other. Because nobody…nobody- not even you will know what tomorrow has promised. Because not even you will exactly who or what you’ll be when the sun comes up. And neither Link nor your father nor anyone in the world will know. Not until the time comes. Not until the dawn breaks. Not until you decide for yourself.

  Not until you’re finally free.

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I saw your post and I think to ask you for a Yandere! Wild but Imagine this, isekai! Reader doesn't know anything about him or his game, is only a confused person who doesn't know how he got to this place.

Anyway, thanks for read this and sorry for my bad English, My first lenguaje is spanish and I'm not very sure for my English.

Order up!

I genuinely really like this idea so this was a lot of fun to write.

Enjoy!~

Tw: Yandere, obsessive, mentions of murder

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Long past were the days Link would protect anyone but himself. In the aftermath of the calamity, villagers were weary of those who traversed the land and of good reason. Many who did were simply were insane with the thought of leaving their inconsequential little hamlet to see the shattered world. Hatred for fellow man ran rampant, but the crazed look in the eyes of few who’ve lost themselves to Hyrule, Link couldn’t blame people’s cautiousness. Besides, it simply wasn’t within in his best interest being a protector anymore. There wasn’t much to really speak about the issue— Zelda probably would have if she were here, but she wasn’t, so blissful silence stood. He held no love in his heart for the people of Hyrule, much as they had none for him. They turned their backs on him, and so he does similarly to them. But you… you weren’t of Hyrule. So it was only natural to him that you’d be the exception.

Sent to him by strings of blue light, you awoke confused at first. You knew nothing of the lands nor people he spoke of, and eventually reached the conclusion that, you too were out of place in the world that now was. He couldn’t simply leave you at Hateno —they were cautious to accept him, they would never accept you as you are— so, instead, he just had to keep you. He played knight once before, so had hard could it truly be. So while you attuned yourself to your reality —while still ripping away for a chance back home, one he simply couldn’t permit— all he had to do was kill what turned their blades on you. It was rhythmic and mindless. But, as it turns out, He found it oddly more enjoyable to play knight when there was someone to kiss his wounds better after busting ass so you’d be safe. In reality it was you that made it worthwhile, not the work. You’d brush his hair and braid it so it wouldn’t mat, whispering stories of your home. Stories that much resembled myths with how far they were out of his hands. Stories you spoke through tight lips as he smiled. Stories that filled his head long after you stopped speaking. He’s never been much keen on people —or were they never keen on him?— and yet he couldn’t grapple if it was normal to feel this much over your friends.

His devotion to you was rooted deep within him, stiff and unwavering. It wound through his battered heart, patching it whole. As time passed and the roots grew deeper and deeper, lodging themselves more and more, he found his line of work expand. Monsters caused a threat, sure, but that begs the question— what really is a monster? That man who was following you? No way to tell what was going through his head. But it was better you’d be safe rather than him being alive. The mean shopkeep, patronising you for not fitting into a tunic? She’d ought to be nicer now she has no tongue. Homeless man lunging at your ankle? Can’t beg if he has no hands. All in the matter of keeping you safe. Hyrule was a very, very dangerous place. But you were lucky to have the Hero at your bidding. He waited on your call, on your order. Especially since you always made it worth it in ways of food and whatnot. He’d have given you his heart unseasoned if it meant you’d give him a kiss on the cheek. He’d forge the ring if it’d mean you’d marry him. He’d build a house where no man nor monster could find it so you’d live safe. He’d kill ganon a million times over so long as he could fall into your arms afterwards. You must understand how much he loves you. The time and care he’s put in, the blood he’s spilt in your name, he loves you. So much. Too much. Too much to let you go home to your stories. Your home is with him now.

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have you ever gotten hate for a fic you wrote? and also how did you deal with it?

Hello~

Sort of? I've gotten some comments about my Legend of Zelda fic "Feed" (think "Normal" but BOTW Ganon/Link and cranked to 11, with a side of unhealthy relationships pretending to be wholesome). I know there's a very vocal anti-Ganlink crowd out there, for various reasons, and others who think aging up characters and then putting them in ageplay situations is sick. So that's the type of comment I get, once in a blue moon.

I get having triggers, I have triggers too: I can't do/read xreaders/reader insert/"y/n" stuff. But I'm not the type of person to scream every time it winds up in my dash; I just don't read. I skip. I move on. So the likelihood of me going "omg stop writing this content that triggers me!" doesn't exist. I'm in a writing server, when people bring xreaders up, well, I just leave the channel and move on with my life. I might drop a convo I'm actively in with "oop I gotta withdraw but GLHF, do the thing!" or something.

So when I get people accusing me of being "sick" or a "pedophile" because I put *adult* characters in sexual ageplay situations, I usually try to remind them that: 1. Everyone is over 18. 2. Calling it "pedophilia" is doing a disservice to actual victims — by claiming it is what it isn't, it's minimalizing the actual issue. 3. It's fiction; people write about murders all the time and it doesn't make them murderers, so... no don't go kidnap the pretty blond twink to be your live-in little. Get consent, folks!

But if they double down on "THAT'S STILL SICK!!!"... well I block and move on with my life. Can't argue with people who won't change their minds — even if it comes a place where they are legitimately triggered by the content, but have a hard time processing their feelings.

TLDR: Yes, I try to explain a bit, and if they don't get it and still whine, I block and move on with my life.

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Request

Announcement

Ok, so to get back into the swing of writing, I’ve decided to SLOWLY try writing out headcanons for BOTW. I am happy to take requests for any of the champions but I hope to focus mainly on Link and of course, my bird boi Revali😊

Rules for asks:

No smut. I can read it, not write it

I can only do botw. More fandoms might be added later

No xreader headcanons for Kass or Teba. (Sorry y’all, but I’d feel too guilty since they’re married) anyone else is fair game tho :D

Please no matchups. I’m really bad at those.

Nothing with physical abuse, rape, self-harm or suicide

Other than that, have at it! It might take a bit of time for posts, but I will do my best! So go ahead and flood my inbox, I look forward to future asks!😁

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could i perhaps have a botw matchup,, (for anyone except link cause I’ve seen so much xreader for him lmao) I’m a bisexual girl with no preference, relatively tall but I kind of hate it because I don’t have a personality to match. I’m very kind and I tend to be effected by the emotions of others around me really easily- I’m also pretty self-conscious, and I just get really sad instead of angry. I love to bake and explore, getting lost somewhere I’ve never been before is fun for me. I’m also a huge music nerd and I play the cello, piano and melodica :)

Hey there! Sorry it took me a while to get to you! I ship you with...

Kass!

-Like you, Kass is kind and empathetic. He’s also very adventurous and usually ends up wherever the wind takes him.

-He’s so good at finding interesting things for you to explore, whether it be shrines or ancient legends about Hyrule. Usually he just stands there and plays on his accordion while you figure out all the secrets, though...

-Speaking of the accordion, you know he wants to do jam sessions with you! He’ll want to teach you all the songs he learned from his teacher. He may even teach you to play the accordion!

-He’s always willing to comfort you if something doesn’t go right. This man has got your back hardcore. If you get self conscious about your music, he’ll totally want to build your confidence.

-Kass literally just wants to vibe, let’s be real. Please vibe with him.

Hi! I think Kass is married in game so I tried to keep the relationship more ambiguous- so it can be platonic if you want. Or this can be in an AU where he’s not married, I dunno...

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If you're not to busy and take requests- can I request a botw link x male reader where the male reader is an almost extinct race called the "yexrid" who can manipulate their body temperatures to be a space heater or an air conditioner and link and y/n are going through the gerudo highlands snowy mountains and y/n absolutely loves the snow and they have to camp there- and link is really cold so y/n turns his body heat up and cuddles link to sleep? Sorry it's long I'm lonely 🥲

Head First (BOTW Link x Male! Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 ;]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It took Link a little while to realize that you don’t really feel things the same way he does. At least, not fully.

  You said you knew the basics of what you could do. You were separated from your family long before you were able to gain full mastery, but that doesn’t stop you from being impressive. Not one bit. And it’s in the little things you do. It’s the fact that you could feel a sudden breeze and decide that you just won’t be cold. It’s the fact that you can drink a hot bowl of Prime Meat Soup in the desert and decide that you just won’t be hot. And it happens. Your body adjusts. And you continue about your day like you aren’t made of magic. Like you aren’t from an almost extinct race of people who had almost total control of their body, spirit, and mind.

  And yes, you’ll have your slip-ups. For a descendant of an ancient race of people- one of the most powerful groups of people to ever exist in Hyrule….you’re kind of a goof. Sometimes, you forget that not everyone can do what you do. Sometimes, you forget that you can do what you do. Sure, you get by well enough with a handsome face and an adventurous spirit. Link can easily attest to how much attention you get from the ladies and the men in any town you both visit. But you’re the type to jump in head first to a pond with all your clothes on. Only to realize at the moment of contact that you’ve just thrown yourself into a hot spring and will have to sit there and panic until you remember that you can just choose to not feel hot anymore. No matter how many times Link has advised you to use your head to think and not do.

  But then you give him that goofy smile. You show him that despite your quirks, you’re the best travel buddy a guy could ever ask for. You show that despite your mistakes, you always manage to get by just fine. 

  And you show him that sometimes are worth jumping in head first for.

  But this? This is not one of them.

  Right now, this is the two of your trying to force your way through whiteout conditions in the middle of the Gerudo Highlands. At least you were until the sudden storm forced you two to a standstill until it blows over. The worst part is that you can’t even turn The two of you are here at a request. Fetching plant or animal or bug or whatever that Link can’t remember because he’s just too damn cold. Despite all of his layers, he spent his money on them. Despite the snow boots he had to barter and barter and barter for. And despite the goddess-awful spicy elixir you made for him to help him adjust to the temperature change, he still can’t feel his fingers.

  But even with all his complaints that he’s too frozen stiff to voice, he does have one saving grace.

  He has you.

  Being out in one of the infamous Gerudo Highland storms is never easy. It’s never fun, it’s never enjoyable, and it's even worse when he’s alone. He can’t recall how many times he got stuck out here, trying to find a cave or a light or anything just to find his bearing and get out of the storm until it blows over. But that was all before he met you. That was all before he started traveling with you.

  Now, he’s still a bit miserable. With just how hard the wind blows? With just how hard he works for the people of Hyrule? He thinks he’s entitled to a little negativity here and there. But all those times he had to do it alone, were so much harder than this. Because while this might still be existing out in the freezing cold mountains next to the desert…this is also sitting inside a tent he barely helped pitch while you’re still outside messing with a second helping of Pumpkin Stew for the two of you.

  And Link just can’t help but watch.

  In between looks of concentration, there’s a smile on your lips as tiny little snowflakes pelt your pretty face. You’re just close enough to the tent that the fire manages to warm the very tip of Link’s nose and far enough away that the two of you don’t have to worry about any accidents in the middle of the night. But by the firelight, Link is able to see you. Almost perfectly in the mess of winter white blowing past the two of you.

  And you look at ease outside despite the swirling elemental storm around you. You look at peace outside despite the fact that you had relinquished your jacket a long time ago to give Link a blanket so he doesn’t get too while stationary. It makes Link jealous. It makes him jealous that you don’t have to do a single thing to feel alright while he is stuck spending rupee after rupee to give himself a fighting chance. 

  But it also makes him glad.

  Because you know that in moments like this, Link can’t handle the cold. Not like you do. Because in moments like this, you’re already stripping off your layers for more ease in your moments. And you’re wrapping your coat and your scarf around him without a single word and setting up the tent with minimal effort. You don’t fret when Link can do nothing but hold a stake still. You don’t. Instead, you jump in head first. You pitch the tent. You start the fire. You cook the food. You even slip Link a little more spicy elixir in his bowl to help with the taste. You do it all like it’s nothing. But without you?

  Link feels like he would be nothing. Nothing but just a lone wanderer. Drifting away out in the cold. Wishing for the wind to die down. Wishing for the snow to slow its fall. Wishing he had something warm to wrap himself in. 

  Or something warm that he could wrap himself around. 

  But that’s the thing. He has that now. He has you. And so he’s thankful. He’s so thankful when you eventually make the short journey back into the tent with another bowl of stew for the two of you. He’s thankful that you’re careful about helping Link hold his bowl up to his mouth and drink it all in with eager sips. He’s thankful that you’re quick to peek your head out at the fire in front of the tent and tend to it as best as you can from your spot right next to him. And when all the work is said and done? When Link finds that he’s too tired to do anything but lay on his side and pass out? He’s thankful that you’re there too. 

  Laying right beside him. Wrapping your arms around him. Pulling yourself close to him. And raising your body temperature up higher and higher and higher. Until is good enough for two. And Link didn’t even have to ask. Link didn’t have to speak. Somehow you just knew. You just knew what he needed. You just knew. Or maybe…maybe you didn’t. But this was just another instance of you being you. Maybe this was just another moment of you jumping in head first. Being bold. Being brave.

  And of being the best thing that could have ever happened to him.

  Ever since the first time he woke up cold, alone, and afraid. 

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How about some jealousy headcanons for the Links? 👀

Adult Link Jealousy HCs!

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Skyward Sword:

One word: pouty.

If he thinks someone is taking all your attention from him, well…

He’s quick to do something tricky about it

And it’s probably going to be something physical too

Grabbing your hand while you’re talking to pull your attention back onto him

Wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder

Sometimes he even pulls you away from a conversation if he’s really annoyed

All little childish things that you have to scold him for later

But how could you ignore him?? And how could you get mad at him too??

I mean,,, look at that sweet little face,,,,

Ocarina of Time

Not really the jealous type in my opinion BUT

When he is, it’s kind of subtle and very contained

Obviously, his s/o is a very desirable person so of course, people are going to want you

He was the same way when he met you after all

Overall he was pretty mature for his age when he was younger so it definitely carries when he’s older

Like he went through so much as a kid so once he grows up for real, he probably learned to manage extreme feelings like jealousy and all that

But when someone is making the moves on you and you don’t realize it, he’ll prob start feeling some sort of way

The entire time he’ll have some sort of annoyed look on his face LOL (smth cute hehe)

Might even “unknowingly” move closer to you as an intimation tactic 

But nothing too extreme or out there- just something you can tease him about later

Twilight Princess

Wolf boy here is territorial as fuck and you can’t tell me otherwise

There’s really two types of behavior he shows when he’s jealous

One,,, when someone who he KNOWS he shouldnt be jealous of is getting too close

Queue a whole bunch of huffing and puffing and AUDIBLE eye-rolling 

Maybe even a grumpy silent treatment afterward with his arms crossed and shit until you pay him attention and play with his hair

Two,,,, when someone he doesn’t care about starts moving in on you

He’ll definitely start doing out of pocket shit like growling or baring his teeth like he’s still an animal 

Might even flex his status or muscles or even draw attention to his sword to show that He's Alpha™️ or whatever

It’s the dog brain in him but it’s what you signed up for in the end hehe

Just expect to be held and cuddled like there’s no tomorrow while he’s trying to calm down

Breath of the Wild

1000000% physical

The jealously might not show up on his face but it’s there trust me

Probably gets better AND worse after you both wake up 100 years later

Better because he knows he’s not going to lose you to some chump who has no idea what the two of you been through

But also worse because he’s human and if at any point you wanted to find someone to live a normal life that he couldn’t offer as the Chosen Hero, he wouldn’t blame you

He’ll need constant reassurance and support because the whole calamity situation to be honest

But will find a way to bring you closer to himself rather than the person flirting with you

Expect his arm always around your waist or shoulder at all points in the day

And he will sabotage any and all competition with a blank face. 

Just remember to scold him about proper remote denotation bombs usage as he covers you in kisses and holds you tight

BONUS Hylia’s Chosen Hero:

COCKY BASTARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I will die on this hill

Probably quick to jealously but if you tell him to lay off he will bc he’s whipped

One look at this fool and I can tell he’s an asshole to the world

Sweetheart to his girl though

Let’s the whole world know y’all are together 

Prepare to be wearing his cape when he’s not wearing it so you both look and smell like him 

If someone DOES try to get with you in front of him, he’ll be blunt about the confrontation

Smth arrogant like “They don’t want you.” or “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours.”

He gets away with it all the time because he’s literally the hero

Just don’t be afraid if he uses tongue when kissing you out in public - he’s just sick nasty like that

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Hi Mania, I hope you are doing well and continue to do so!!! You brighten up my days and your stories are a big pick me up on my bad days <3 Could I possibly request for a fluffy smut with BotW Link? Perhaps a first time--extra sweet! Please~

Look Me In the Eyes (BOTW! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 !!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !!!!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 !!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He made you promise that your eyes would never leave his. So they didn’t.

  Even though he tempted you every step of the way. Pulling you into the room and stripping you of your bottoms and your top. Running his fingers up and down every single inch of your skin as golden words of praise slipped from his tongue. Only allowing your eyes to close for a quick kiss. Or two. Or three. Or perhaps even four. But it was alright. It was okay. Because every step of the way he was so gentle. Every step of the way he was so kind. A kindness that makes his baddest, his absolute worst days seem so impossible. But this was nowhere near one of those types of days. It never is.

  Because he’s with you.

  And now, if you asked him. You feel like he’d say this might have to be one of his greatest days. All from the way his breath fans over your swollen lips. All from the way his hands are gripping your hips. All from the way he looks at you- with eyes deeper than deep- as he drinks in every single second and every single face you make. 

  He made you promise that your eyes would never leave his. But it’s oh so hard you realized from the second he walked backward and sat on the bed after taking ages to make sure you were properly stretched out and wet enough to take him. But it’s even harder than you thought it would be when you move from climbing onto his lap to reaching down and feeling around for his cock. And your hand finds it quickly enough once you take a blind grab for the thing resting right against your ass. It’s just as warm and stiff and thick as you and your throat remembers it to be. Though that’s not your problem. 

  Your issue is inexperience. That you haven’t done this before. Because it feels impossible to line it up with your cunt by just feeling alone. So much that you can’t help but chance a look so that-

  A hand shooting up to grab you at your chin stops you. Half-lidded blue eyes watch the frustration on your face before tilting your head downwards. It’s sweet how he kisses you. Brushing your lips against his before allowing your eyes to fall close and your tongue to meet his. But it’s during that kiss does his hand move away from your chin. And for a second, you’re not sure where it could be. And for two seconds, you’re not sure why you would even care about something as minuscule as a hand when you’re receiving a kiss like this. 

  But then you feel an arm hooking around your thigh. And then you feel something hot brushing against your slit. And it only then does Link pull away and break from the kiss. A breath passes between the two of you. Then another. A third. A fourth. And finally one more. Each one reminds you of just how close the two of you are. Just how close the two of you are about to be. 

  “...”

  His mouth opens, but hardly a sound comes out. Instead, he just licks his lips and keeps his focus on you. The hand on your hip squeezes. Long, sunkissed fingers flex against your skin before adjusting your grip. Anticipation makes a mad dash for your stomach, and suddenly, your arms are wrapping themselves around his shoulders and grabbing his hair for support. A wordless apology is offered, but he doesn’t take it from you. Instead, he leans forward and places a kiss in the valley between your breasts, between opening his mouth once more.

  “Down.” A whispered command. “Move slowly.”

  So you do. 

  And you cry out as you tangle your fingers in his hair further at the stretch of taking him inside of you, inch by inch. But he kisses you through every gasp and whimper and shudders as he takes your virginity. And he’s so gentle. So kind as you take all the time in the world to lower yourself onto his lap. Going down, down, down while your head grows dizzy with the feeling of being filled up, up, up.

   It’s almost too much. 

  The strain on your knees as you move to a kneeling position over his lap. The sudden burst of warmth that overtakes your flustered body. That pressure that sits barely there, in your lower stomach. And his hands. His hands that now both take their rightful place on your hips, offering small bits of guidance and support as you take him in. It’s the most intimate you’ve ever been with a guy. The most intimate you’ve ever been at all. And yet, here you are. Letting out quiet sound after sound as you’re eased into having sex with the man you love more than anything else in the world.

  All while you look him in the eyes. Every single step of the way. 

  Though somehow, it becomes worse when he finally bottoms out. There’s nothing to excuse the way your eyes screw shut tight for seconds at a time. Now that you’re sitting fully on his lap with a cock buried deep inside you, you’re at eye level with him. Trying not to move. Trying not to squirm. Trying not to even think. But it’s hard. It’s so, so hard when his fingers are slowly traveling down to grab at your bottom and to knead all that he can grab all while whispering sweet little nothings into your ear. Telling you to take your time. Telling you to relax. To let your body adjust. To get used to the feel of him. And promising that he’ll turn your discomfort into pleasure as soon as you’re ready for it. As soon as you say the word. 

  And it comes much sooner than you think. 

  “Please…” It’s how you whimper to him. All breathless and needy as your eyes flutter shut your hips start rolling on your own. The way you feel him shifting inside you only fills you with excitement now. A type of excitement you’re quickly realizing you need more of- with little idea of how to get. “Link I…I need…”

  He ruts into you. It’s quick. It’s sudden. It’s unexpected. And it’s fierce. The moan you end up letting out is near pornographic as he manages to hit some spot inside of you that has you seeing stars for a split second. And it’s exactly what you needed.

  “You like that?” His voice is so quiet, but you can hear it loud in clear in your head. So much so that you’re nodding and panting like crazy. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders tighter as if to show off your enthusiasm. And it works. Because he laughing at you gently, spreading your cheeks, and squeezing your ass in time with the subtle hip rolls you’re only vaguely aware that you’re doing at the moment. “Yeah, of course, you like that princess. You just wanted me to take care of you, didn’t you?”

  You do. So you tell him that. You all but beg for that. For him to take over. For him to make you feel good. For him. And like always, he delivers. Lifting you so that way half of his dick is still left inside of you, before dropping you down and making you moan out like no other. Just so he can do it again and again and again. Different paces. Different angles. Different degrees of feeling him inside of you. Half full, to one-fourth left, to eventually nothing. All so he can fill up, again and again, and again. And you let him. Because you want it. No, you needed it. 

  Oh, goddess how you need it.

  The way he can make your pussy make the wettest, filthiest sounds as he slides back in with ease. The way he can make you cry out so, so desperately any time he wants you without fail. And the way he makes you feel. So loved. So adored. So treasured. And so taken care of. Just by fucking you. Just by making love to you. Good, and hard, and well. Just by making love to you. 

  And by making you look him in the eyes the entire time, as well.  

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BOTW Link x reader where he takes her on a motorcycle/bike ride? (Did I get it right?)

Giving Into the Breeze (BOTW! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗺𝗴 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

It wasn’t supposed to turn into much. It was just the sort of thing that happened. 

  Behind you, there was a house party in full swing. Loud music and dancing, dulled only by the walls that separated you from the action. People socializing and people drinking. Having a good time. Maybe even having a great time. But it wasn’t your scene. Not tonight, at least. But you’re lucky- because tonight, you didn’t have to step inside those doors and let a little loose to have a good time. Nor did you have to sit outside allow and with your shoulders lax and your head to the stars. 

  You just needed to be here. Sitting on the porch. With a boy you know from English class.

  Link, despite being quiet, made for great company. You were the one who joined him on the ground with a matching can of soda in your hand. He flashed you that same smile and nod he would give you whenever you sat down next to him, and he went back to watching the trees sway in the middle-of-autumn breeze. Your eyes follow his, and for the longest time, you watch the tree too. You watch how they sway, and sway, and sway, and sway, and sway, and sway, and-

  “Hey, what grade did get on the last assignment?”

  And suddenly, your eyes are no longer on the trees. They’re looking into bright blue oceans as you debate if the third essay you both had to turn in was harder than the second essay. And he shakes his head, blonde hair framing his face as he promises to you that this past essay was way easier than you thought it was. But you can’t help but lightly push his shoulder as you explain how lower page counts don’t always make things easier to write- just easier to grade. He meets your action with a playful shove of his own and the barrier between the two of you is forever cracked because of some stupid argument you couldn’t care less about. Yet somehow, you manage to break it further with just a simple sentence: 

  “I like your jacket.” 

  It was all that you had said when your laughter had died down, and his chuckles have gone quiet. Because truthfully, you did. You did like his jacket. His plain white t-shirt and blue jeans didn’t do much to help him stand out. Not like his eyes and piercing did, anyways. But while you had always noticed it in class, it registered in your mind how nice his jacket was. It was only when you felt a fine quality, dark-colored leather beneath your fingertips as you were pushing his shoulder, did you realize that he carried this jacket absolutely everywhere you saw him. In class. On campus. Off-campus. And now, here.

  But just as you think you’ve killed the conversation by randomly throwing out a compliment that was not at all related to what the two of you were bonding over just mere seconds ago, the corners of his lip tug upwards.

  “Thanks,” It’s what he starts with, and the word just rolls off of his tongue with ease like absolutely everything he’s ever said to you. His eyes flicker down at his jacket as if he knows something that you don’t before meeting yours once more. “It’s for my bike.”

  “Your bike?” You couldn’t help but echo, your eyebrows knitting together before the realization comes rushing toward you like a truck on the freeway. “Wait, do you ride a motorcycle?!”

  The laughter he gives you is all the evidence you need as confirmation. It’s also all you needed to grow warm in the face and to turn away from him as your embarrassment grows. But he doesn’t allow you the time to regret every decision you’ve ever made in life that leads you to this moment- especially the decision to sit outside on the porch with him. No, because he’s too busy moving in your peripheral vision and demanding your attention in that silent way you always knew he could. You’re turning your eyes back towards him as he stands to his full height, and by the time he’s placing his empty can where he once stood as he dusts off his pants, your head is facing his figure once more. 

  “Yeah, I ride a motorcycle.” He tells you, a surprisingly gentle look in his eyes as he looks down at your still seated form. His smile has gone softer than the breeze that sweeps over your arms, giving you a chill. At least, that’s what you want to say caused the shiver that ran down your spine instead of the growing intensity of his gaze. But you have a feeling he knows otherwise. And it may have something to do with the way his eyes flicked up and down your body once more before licking his lips and asking the question you swear will be the reason why your life changed forever. “ You wanna see? ”

  And it’s not because taking his extended hand and letting him lead you to where his bike was had fueled some love for motorcycles that you never knew you had in you. And it’s not because on the walk to the bottom of the driveway where he was parked allowed you both the time to figure out who you both knew that somehow brought you to this party. But it was when “ You wanna see?”  transformed into “ You can sit on it if you want”  as the walls began to break. And finally…

  “How about I take you for a ride?”  As the barrier shatters into thousands of pieces. 

  But right now, you’re not thinking about barriers. You’re not thinking about walls. Your mind is on the upcoming essay for your English class and house parties that just aren’t your scene. It’s not on the almost-finished soda can sitting right next to Link’s on the porch. Just like it’s not on the trees either. But it is on the breeze. 

  The breeze that tangles its fingers in your hair as it flows freely through the wind, sending it in every direction. The breeze tries to tug at your lips, making your smiles grow wider as your eyes fight to stay open. The breeze pulls your clothes, your body, your  everything  backward, causing you to wrap your arms tighter around his torso. The breeze that feels so intense- more intense than anything you’ve ever felt in your life.  Better  than anything you’ve ever felt in your life. 

  Because it’s the same breeze that carries his laughter to you as you hold him as close as you can, just like he told you to do. Because where you’re going has no walls and no barriers. Because where you’re going has Link by your side, every second of the way. 

  And perhaps that's what makes it feel so damn free.

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Hii I reallyyy love your legend of Zelda fics and I wanted to make a request for a botw link x reader where he comes home for the reader’s birthday when she thought he wouldn’t with some (a lot if possible) of smut please?? I’d appreciate it so so much since it’s my birthday c:

Birthday Cake (BOTW ! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁!!   ): 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 !

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗽

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You were slow to answer the knock on your door. And for good reason too. 

 Hateno village is a fine place. A safe place, filled with many helpful neighbors. But you were still a newlywed, and you were still very much alone most of your days. With a husband whose duty to his land transcends even the most well-known warriors of present times, it’s something that you’ve come to accept. That his love for you can’t always be kisses when you wake up every morning. Or cuddles as you fall asleep. It’s long nights away from you, sleeping under the same moon, and fighting away the monsters for you to have a better life. 

 Currently, it’s four weeks into his latest venture. This time it was a specific request- too much activity in the Gerudo Highlands, and someone needed to take the frontlines. He was sullen when he told you. A quiet type of sadness that was hard to cheer up from because this time, it was more than just leaving you alone, in this new house by yourself. It meant leaving you alone on your birthday. And if things went for the worst- leaving you alone for your wedding anniversary too. 

 But you knew what you were signing up for when you took his hands and kissed him after whispering “I do.” You knew you would lose days like this his good heart and desire to protect those who need protection. And yes, you cried as he held you. But you were the one to pack his bags. The one to help him gather appropriate clothes, extra water, and a few snacks to remind him of you. You were the one who asked that he come back- not for your birthday and not for your anniversary. You just wanted him back alive and that will always be good enough for you.

 So you woke up today, a year older and in a cold bed, you decided to take things slow. You could almost hear the birthday wishes from your neighbors. They were kind folks who were more than willing to take the two of you into their two despite being complete strangers to this part of the world, but you wanted time to yourself. To lay around and breathe in and reminisce. To take a moment and to remember all that you’ve been through this past year and how it has made you stronger. And how you’ll be stronger for the next year to come. Or maybe…

 Or maybe that was just a fancy way of saying you want to wear nothing but one of Link’s tunics and your underwear while you eat the fancy birthday fruitcake that one of the village grandmothers delivered to you after unofficially adopting you as her newest granddaughter. And cry. 

 And wonder why there’s no express delivery on husbands who are knights so he can be here for moments like these.  

 So when the knock sounded at the door after you started digging into your second slice, you felt in no rush to answer it. If anything, you felt more inclined to ignore it. So what? Today’s your birthday, isn’t it? You hadn’t left the house yet and it was only midday, so maybe whoever was they would eventually leave. You’re not the type to sleep in late, but other people wake up past one in the afternoon, right? At least, you could only hope.

 Unfortunately, your plan of making yourself small as possible as you sat at the dining table and take small, quiet bites of your cake didn’t make the person at the door. In fact, it made them seem more insistent to get in if anything. With a grumble, you got up and brush the crumbs off of the shirt before smoothing out your hair. You weren’t wearing any pants but you doubted you’d be speaking with this person for long after you answered the door. Based on the way they didn’t shout or ask if anyone was in there, you had a feeling they weren’t the chatty type of neighbor.

 At least, that is what you assumed they were until you opened the door. 

“Oh my goddesses-” Was all you managed to whisper out before you found yourself reaching forward and extending your arms. Link was just as quick to wrap you in a hug as he practically lifted you up and heaved you into his arms. Your heart was racing, and you could practically feel it thump against your chest. His body felt solid against yours, and you couldn’t help but squeeze tighter just to confirm that he’s actually here. He wasn’t due back for another two weeks if all went well. So how was he here? How do you feel his warmth and smell his scent as if he never left in the first place?

 “I got you, princess,” You nearly lost it as he murmured, right next to your ear. It was taking everything in your to fight back your sobs as the weight of no longer being near him was lifted. No more wondering if he was safe. No more wondering if he was eating. No more wondering when he would come home. He’s here. You can feel it in the tickle of his hair against your cheek as he buries his face in your neck. He’s here. You can feel it in the familiar way all his arm guards and leather gear digs into your exposed skin. He’s here. “I’m here, princess. I’m home.”

 And you can no longer fight back the tears. 

 The second you let out a hiccup is the second he pulls his face out of your neck. He stares at you, long as if he can’t even believe he’s here himself before he notices the wet trails slowly making their way down your cheeks. Wordlessly, you stare into brilliant blue eyes as he lifts you up further into his arms, adjusts his grip to hold on to your thighs, and walks you back into the house. His boots cross the doorway and from the corner of your eye, you notice him shut the door with his foot before walking you with you in his grasp to the dining table. 

 He sets you down only for a moment, but you don’t stop touching him. He doesn’t force you to let go of him either. Instead, he just slides off all his weapons and sheaths and quivers and his bag as best he can while your arms lock themselves around his torso. And when he’s done with all of that, he picks you up again. It’s calm and not as desperate as before. He’s just slow and comforting and loving as he settles at one of the dining chairs and sits you in his lap. 

 You melt against him as he drapes an arm around your waist and uses his other hand to cup your cheek lovingly. You fist the fabric of his clothes- one of the lighter tunics you packed for him, and you can’t help but think just how thrilled you are to have him all in one piece, safe and sound, and home with you. And you can tell he feels the same way as he kisses each one of your tears away. There’s nothing better than the feeling of him holding you close after a long journey. Nothing better than seeing him smile as you giggle at the soft feeling of his lips against your skin. 

 Nothing better than having him with you, once again. 

 “Happy Birthday, Princess.” He talks to you quietly, when all your tears are gone before tilting his head down. You meet him halfway for a quick, birthday cake-flavored kiss. Something innocent. Something sweet. But you both know it’s not enough for each other. So you lean into him again and you find his lips on yours. And when he moves his head to deepen the kiss, you follow his lead until suddenly he’s sucking on your neck and his fingers are traveling dangerously high up on your skin. “...my shirt?”

 He backs away from your neck to send you a questioning look, eyebrows furrowed and knit together tightly. Though you don’t fall for his look of mock confusion. The way the corners of his lips twitch upwards in the faintest trace of a smirk is more than telling what he wants you to do. But you missed him so much you can’t help but be a victim to his charms. 

 “I missed you…” You find yourself shyly murmuring to him. Your fingers start to trace shapes into his backside as you bite at your lip. He stills his own movements, just for a second, and his eyes flickered towards you. There’s an intense look in his half-lidded eyes, and after a four-year-long relationship, it’s safe to say you’re well-versed in all his silence. Especially when it comes to you. 

 Your smile and small nod are all he needs to get started. In an instant, his hands are moving again. One finds its home underneath the tunic you’re wearing, his hand spanning out against your stomach and moving to slowly grope at your breasts. His palms are warm against your chest, creating a more than pleasant sensation at his already pleasurable touch. His other hand is sliding down your spine before cupping your backside and pulling you flush against him. 

 It’s hard not to laugh as he starts to squeeze and cup your ass. It’s even harder not to laugh as feel him guide your core into grinding against him, slowly building up pleasure within your body. It’s been so long since you’ve seen each other, and there’s no doubt of yours and his neediness at the moment. That’s why it was easy for your quiet giggles to develop into soft moans as his hands find the hem of the tunic and start to help you out of it. And when the shirt drops to the floor in a clump and you’re in nothing but a pair of panties in his lap, that’s when you get really glad your husband is back.

 Because an instant, his lips are attached to the soft skin of one of your breasts and his palm is focused on the other one. You lean down, delivering tiny kisses to the crown of his head while you move your hips more deliberately into his laps. Soft pants escape you whenever you hit an angle that feels a little too good, urging you to keep going as you feel Link start to grow hard underneath you. In between his own love bits on your skin, you can hear him groan- low and deep, and you just can’t help but miss this. 

 A pillow will never this feel, but on those lonely nights, you just did try. 

 “Link…” You murmured, your hands making their way up to his neck before sliding off his hair tie. He eyes you as you tangle your fingers in his newly freed hair before moving his attention back to sucking a nice little mark onto your chest. It’s embarrassing just how good he is at taking care of you by now. It’s only been a couple of minutes of the two of you kissing and suddenly, you find squirming on his lap and making a mess of yourself and his trousers. You can tell he wants to take it slow. He wants a chance to feel you. And remember the way your body molds into his when you both are intimate. But so what? Today’s your birthday, isn’t it? “...I want you.”

 He takes a second to answer, too busy lapping up his latest hickey before turning back to you. He meets your eyes as you’re impatiently grinding into his lap, and the strained hiss he lets out is more than satisfying. You smile coyly at him, leaning forward and pressing another kiss to his hair. It allows you to hold yourself closer to him, to steal his warmth. He gives you an unimpressed look, though you notice for a split second when he’s briefly distracted as his eyes flicker to the side before moving back to your face. 

 “What’s the rush for, hmm? I just wanna have my cake.” He hums at you innocently, moving his attention back to you with half-lidded eyes before taking of palming your ass roughly. You let out a squeal at his sudden treatment and turn back to him playful pout on your face. You had completely forgotten about the tasty treat you had left unattended in order to open the door. But there it was, sitting on the table as if you hadn’t asked your husband to take you to bed mere seconds ago. “Think you can spare a slice for me princess, yeah?” 

 “Hmmm…” You hum back at him, pretending to think long and hard about what you were about to say. “ I guess you can have some cake…” 

 “Oh yeah? Is that so-”

 But you don’t let him finish.

 Instead, you choose to lift your hips just slightly before directly dropping yourself back onto his lap and arching your back. It allows for you to press your core directly into where he’s starting to strain against his pants, forcing him to lose his composure and let out a moan of his own. You take that as an opportunity to comb through his hair innocently. Lovingly and gently tugging out tangles you know he hasn’t sorted through in a long time as if you aren’t about to jump his bones. But so what? 

 “You can have some cake only…” 

 Today’s your birthday, isn’t it?

 “…if you’re prepared to eat it too.”

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Secret House Keeper (Link x Reader) Epilogue

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 <𝟯

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁! @gummy-dummy

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄�� || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

A week later he’s up on his feet.

Stumbling, but he’s up. That’s why you insist on another week to make sure he regains his strength. 

At first, he’s reluctant. His jaw clenches when you ask him. He’s tense. You can tell he’s itching to go back outside- to grab a sword, a bow, or a shield and fight something. You learned quickly that he never stays still for long. The house was just a place to rest. His real home is out there. Outside in the wild, where he feels most free. 

But a pout on your face and promise of all the Fruit Pies he could ever want, and suddenly he’s back in bed as if he never even entertained the idea of leaving.  

In between working out to gain his strength, he helps you and your parent’s around the house. For someone who has only spent their time sleeping under the stars, he seems to know his way around home improvement pretty well. He’s your dad’s favorite assistant when it comes to the projects that are always too messy for you to think of getting involved with (there were more than enough stories your father told about you vowing not to touch this pole and that part of the fireplace) and your Mom’s favorite helper when she wants a fresh pair of hands to help her around the kitchen (or just a taste tester who she can finally talk the ear off of). 

But in the rare moments, you have him all to yourself, you ask him about where he goes when he’s not here. And when he says “Everywhere” with a smile, you plead that he just tell you where. So he starts with your neighbors directly East.

The Zora domain is beautiful. He was able to tell even when it was in its period of nothing but rain. He tells you how everywhere there’s something bright and shiny to guide your way- especially at night. He tells you of giant plagues telling an epic history of the Zora people on walls here and there and everywhere. He speaks of the beautiful waterfalls that decorate the landscape with a certain fondness and a bright twinkle in his eye. He speaks of a prince in the exact same way though he doesn’t seem to like it when you ask him to tell you about the prince again. Almost as much as he didn’t like recalling all the times he would slip and all those pairs of pants that would forever be soaked while he was visiting. 

But when you finally got the chance to ask if he saw the great machine elephant you’ve only heard rumors of from Purah, he was quiet. 

Because suddenly, it’s time for him to go. 

You help him pack a bag for the road. Warm clothes and some food to help him last a few nights without work. Bandages for the inevitable accident that’s bound to happen now that you know him. And a long hug so he always remembers that a few people are looking out for him- wherever he may be. 

He smiles as he parts from you and turns to walk off into the night when he grabs his sword. And stares. And stares, and stares, and stares, and stares, and stares, and-

“Do you think your dad could sharpen this for me?”

You tell him to sleep on that decision not because you totally don’t want him to go, but that it’s a “big deal” or whatever that was supposed to mean. He agrees with you readily, as if he thought this was a “big deal” too. It’s late morning when Link comes to your father with his request. And because he’s not just Link now, he’s family, your father does more than just sharpen a sword or two for him. No, he teaches Link how to do it himself. Both professionally, and how to do it while living off the land. 

It takes a week to learn the basics. And a few more days to hone his skill. So as he worked over the red hot fires, sharpening his blades, you asked about a bow you saw he was adamant on keeping in perfect condition, despite continuous use.

“The Great Eagle Bow,” He named the weapon over his shoulder, sweat dripping down his forehead. “It belonged to a friend.”

And one thing led to another, and suddenly, he’s telling you about the village that seems to float on rocks. The laughing children who brush by his legs when he climbs the winding bridges and the wise adults who helped him find warm clothes and braid feathers into his hair. He tells you what it was like to jump off one of those tall, tall cliffs and float along with the wind. He’ll reminisce about cute songs the Rito girls used to sing, and if you ask him nicely, he’ll whistle a tune or two. He tells you that it’s not too unlike Hateno being so close to the mountains, but it’s surely colder there. The Hebra Mountains is apparently his least favorite spot to camp out, but he’s addicted to the game he’s able to catch in the frostbitten conditions. And when you’re standing behind him, feeling inspired by one of his stories, you find yourself mock shooting arrow after arrow into the neck of ferocious monsters that only exist in Link’s stories. 

He never caught you in the act until the night before he’s set out to leave again. He asks how much experience you have out in the wild- defending yourself, hunting, camping, the works. It’s obvious how much he doesn’t like your sheepish shrug and shy laugh. In fact, it’s so obvious that when your mother comes to bring some more goodies for his travel bag, she asks him about the twisted-up look on his face. 

Four days later, you’re deeper in the East Necluda than you’ve ever been, learning the ropes from a seasoned traveler and certified Wild Child. With your parent’s approval, of course.

In between lessons about finding firewood and which berries to eat, he tells you of the hot, dry world that is Death Mountain. While showing you how to swing your borrowed Solider’s sword, he tells you about the Gorons and their thick skin that’s impossible to break. When you complain about how walking around all day has made you feel hot and sweaty and gross, he threatens to put you in the special armor he had to buy just so he didn’t burn up. You’re in awe as he points out constellations while the two of you lay down at night. And the offhanded comment of how the stars look best when you’re in the Death Mountain hot springs didn’t go over well with you until he promised to bring you there. But what you loved to hear most of all was probably what Link loved talking about the most- the kids and all their rolling around. Hearing all the antics they would get into always made you giggle, and you supposed your laughter reminded him of them too. Why else would he look at you like that when you laughed?

You’re beyond sad when the impromptu camping trip with Link starts to wrap up. But when he tells you that he’s proud of the progress you’ve made, you can’t help but feel a little more than pleased. Unfortunately, it’s during the trip back that an accident occurs. 

It happens too fast for you to get a proper grasp of what happened. One minute you’re walking along, swinging your arms and following the trail. The next minute, you’re being pushed to the ground as something explodes over top of you. When everything settles, you see a fading orange light and Link hoving over your face. The look on his face is so serious yet so natural- it’s as if he was born to protect. Born to fight. 

Nothing ever comes close to harming you when that happened. You did, however, land on your wrist wrong and ended up with a small sprain that kept you out of commission for a week or two. And Link, being the good boy he always is, insists that he stays until you’re better because “who is going take care of you?” 

You were far too flustered to tell him that your parents would obviously help you out. And you’re parents were a little too excited with the fast rate they were gaining a son from all of this. 

In your two weeks out of commission, the two of you got closer than ever before. You showed him how to clean the house during that time. The proper way. He complains and, complains about how it’s hard to learn without you there to show him how to hold a broom, but you distract him with more questions about his adventures. And if you know one thing about Link, it’s that he loves to tell you about his travels. 

And you love to see the world through his words.

He tells you stories of the Wasteland and Gerudo desert. How it’s big and vast and never-ending. How the beasts of the desert live in the sand and survive the heat as like it was nothing. How he’s visited statues that reach up to the sky and fought fierce opponents who never knew when to back down from a challenge- especially in their own home. But most of all, he spoke of how the inside of Gerudo town is nothing if not beautiful. And he takes your playful scolding of dishonoring their age-old tradition of a female-only city, he tells you that he dressed the part and promised you that it was for a good reason. 

He leaves it at that because suddenly, your time with him is up again. Your wrist is almost all better, and he keeps looking out the window as if he’s needed out there. Outside of Hateno. Outside of your life. 

And while you’re not ready to think about the way he leaves tonight, you still pack some Fruit Pie for the road with a smile.

The hug you share with him this time is the longest the two of you have ever shared. His warmth surrounds you, and you find it harder and harder and even dream about letting go of him. The way he rocks you back and forth, the way his hand rubs your back, the way his hair tickles your neck- it’s all too much. You’ll miss him. You know you will. All these weeks with him- falling for something that will never stay still has been torture. It’s enough to make you cry.

But his departure isn’t about you. It’s about him and wishing him the best. So when he finally pulls away, you look at him and say;

“I guess I’m not much of a secret housekeeper anymore, huh?” The smile on your face is sad, but it’s a smile nonetheless. “But with all the work I’ve been doing, I might as well move in, don’t you think?”

It’s a joke. A small one that’s supposed to do nothing but inspire a soft chuckle and to lighten the somber mood that settled between the two of you. 

That’s all it is. A joke. 

“Okay. How about I stay until you’re all moved in?”

Until it isn’t.

Now, it’s just another story. Another story just waiting to be told. 

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Hello ma am :D

I wanted to request something special, well you see I have this small bunny, and I just love him like my own son… and i wanted to request botw characters (or just link) -revali and how they would act between a small son bunny hybrid

I dunno if that’s a lot. Please feel free to ignore this ask if you don’t want to write about it :)

-Random anon ;}

BOTW Bunny Hybrid Son  HCs (BOTW Champions)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁. (𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗶  𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲. 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱!!) 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 :)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Link

First thing’s first, he’s super protective of you !!!!!!!!

Little dudes gotta look out for each other, right?

Chances are, you probably get treated differently by other people because of either your size or the little bunny thing you got going on

But he won’t let people shit on you when he’s around. No siree

Though he still worries about you a lot and always makes an effort to stand close to you to ward off others

Besides that, you also would go to him for “self-defense lessons” when he’s training

Although really it’s just an easy way for him to get your pent-up, excess bunny energy out while having someone to spar against

Afterward, it’s pretty common to see you two napping under a tree somewhere

Life sure does look easy with the Hyrule playing bodyguard with you, huh?

Zelda

When you were both young, she used to terrorize you. Change my mind (you can’t.)

Naturally, little miss Zelda was always a curious girl so seeing a boy her age with floppy ears and a little fluffy bunny tail was just adding fuel to the fire

No doubt she would tug at your tail and ears as any little toddler would

But as she grew up? Yeah, you were her little test bunny

Constantly tries to get you to drink potions or eat weird plants to see how they work

Despite that, the two of you would probably be one of the closest relationships 

She would obviously find your existence fascinating but she would be one of the only people to understand how it can be difficult being born to stand out among other

You two probably confide in each other all your problems and ensure that you both aren’t alone

And you may or may not have snuck into her room on the nights that she was really feeling down about her problems and hung out while reading books or something until she felt better

10/10 cutest relationship(except when she tries to shove a frog in your mouth)

Daruk

Dad moment !!!!!!!!

He 100000% calls you son and says he’s proud of you as often as possible

He honestly wishes you could spend more time in Death Mountain visiting him and his family but that’s not really good for someone with fur for ears so he settles with seeing you down the mountain or in central Hyrule with Link hehe

Chances are you have some strong legs so on the off chance you do end up visiting Death Mountain, he likes to see how far you can kick a rock

Literally like baseball with his kids for him LMAOO

Probably brags about being friends with you to the village since the kids would find it really cool

But if you’re ever feeling down or unsure about something, he gives the best advice!!!

He’s just always looking out for your well-being and is such a warm presence in your life

Honestly, he’s your hero and just a safety net you can trust!

And Daruk just loves you like you’re one of his own kids 

Urbosa

If Daruk is your dad then Urbosa is your cool older sister

The first time you met her, you were definitely intimidated

Who wouldn’t be though??? Tall powerful women run the world

Though you quickly warmed up to each other and she probably sees you as one of the very few men she can tolerate

Like Daruk, she’s good at giving you advice and guidance on things like confidence and getting others to respect you

She definitely teases you too and probably tugs a little at your tail when you’re distracted

But it’s all good fun and she always thought very highly of you

It helps that you’re in good with the princess zelda, but you’re impressive on your own 

That being said, you’re not at all allowed in Gerudo city still

But if you come to visit, Urbosa will be right there with you- sitting out the city walls while a bunch of tiny Gerudo girls crawl all over you, play with your ears, and tell you terrifying stories of how they’re already pint-sized warriors

Mipha

You two probably aren’t too too close to be honest

You guys could probably go months without seeing each other and end up fine

But the two of you definitely enjoy each other’s company. No doubt about it

The type of relationship the two of you have is half small-talk about little things going on in your life or things that you see while out together

But the other half is walking or standing or doing something in complete silence, and just appreciating that someone else is with you

Plus, both of you being at least part animal (or from a species that is derived from an animal) in you gives you a special connection and someone to complain to about how the weather or the season is affecting some part about your body

The two of you love to do nature walks together though

Walking around the Zora domain and exploring the flora and fauna while learning about the history of the Zora people from their princess is such a relaxing experience

Once the two of you are close enough, she’ll definitely ask you a question or two about Link

But really, you guys are just casual little friends :)

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Secret House Keeper (Link x Reader) PART THREE

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲! 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲!  𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱!

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁! @gummy-dummy​

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

L was short for Link. That’s what he told you as soon as he woke up to the smell of you dropping off a bowl of Gourmet Meat Stew on his dresser. 

So of course, you had to stay. 

When he collapsed in front of you all those days ago, you really didn’t know what to do. Admittedly, you probably wasted a few precious seconds as you freaked out over his unconscious, bleeding-out body. Thankfully for you, the sound of your family quickly approaching over the bridge leading to his house was enough for you to pull yourself together. 

Before anything could be done, however, He had to be stripped of his shield, his sword, and his bow. The bow was new- something you didn’t recognize. The sword was obviously something Hylian. A traditional model that you had seen many times yet you learned the name. The shield was another Hunter’s Shield. Decorated with holes and dents from where it was obviously used to block arrows, it looked like it was on its last leg. It was not that different from the one that hung up on his wall right now. You wonder if he had a similar upbringing as you did with your own Hunter’s shield. The thought made your heart heavy. 

Rolling him onto his back, your parents go to work. They dressed his wounds, making sure you understood all the steps they took. While that happened, you flitted around his house for a clean pair of clothes and rags to soak up all of the blood. It was a messy process- messier than cleaning his house has ever been- but you gritted your teeth and bore it. You had involved yourself in his life already. It would be a shame to just leave so suddenly. Especially when someone is in their darkest hour of need.

An hour later, his life was no longer in immediate danger. 

Your parents had patched him up and moved him to bed up the stairs. Your dad took the liberty of changing his clothes, swapping his now dyed blood-red Hylian Tunic for an old, three-quarter-sleeved shirt that you found buried in one of the trunks in his room. His current Hylian Trousers were traded for a new pair that you estimated to be too big for his surprisingly little frame. 

At the same time, you got straight to work scrubbing the floor when he collapsed while your mother left to start on a nice, big pot of Gourmet Meat Stew. The dark red stain was hard to get out of the hardwood floors. Your fingers were starting to ache, and your knuckles turned white as you tried to buff the blood out of the floor. But eventually, you triumphed. Slowly but surely, you got your progress. And luckily for you, you had just finished cleaning up the last of the tiny blood splatters on the wall nearby right as your mother returned, stew in hand. 

Your parents sat at the freshly cleaned table, their stews in their belly as they admired all the weapons and shields on display and spoke mutely about what had just occurred. Their own little whispers about what they thought happened. You didn’t hear any of it. Not one bit. 

Instead, you found yourself sitting on the side of his bed, stew left unattended as you dabbed at his glistening skin. A bowl of his own sat next to yours, but they were both growing cold. You were fine with eating the stew when it was lukewarm, but if he didn’t stir soon, you would probably have to fix him something else. Something that wouldn’t sit in his chest if the dish was too cold. Maybe a nice, warm Meat and Rice Bowl would be a good idea. You could slice any of the leftover meat that wasn’t used in the stew into thin strips. Paired with a bowl of fluffy rice, you’re sure he’ll be able to take it down smoothly. Besides, a dish like that would be easy to prepare quickly.

It came as no surprise to yourself that you had already decided on being the one to nurse him back to health. Getting him wrapped up and off the floor was the first challenge. Even now, as he laid underneath his covers, unconscious but alive, you knew he couldn’t be left alone. You were probably the only one in your family with enough free time to tend to such a wounded patient. Not to mention, not knowing what had happened to him scared you. Stranger or not, you weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of putting him in someone else’s care. Especially when the very boy you wanted to meet almost had his life slip away in front of you.  

 And with that, his recovery was another item on your To-Do list. A more fragile, delicate item, but another item nonetheless. It’s the least you could do. For invading his home. Just to clean it. Unannounced...

Anyways-

The hours began to blur after that. You sat by his side for a long time, watching the sun disappear and the moon rises into the sky. Your parents left after speaking to each other for a little while, coming up to see you before they turned in for the night. You managed to convince your dad to bring you a blanket as well as the ingredients for the Meal and Rice bowl while they were cleaning your empty bowl and L’s untouched stew. You spent hours tending to him, watching for any sign of a problem- discomfort, infections, anything. Luckily, you were met with nothing but a relaxed face and quiet puffs of air passing from his lips. All was well. 

Eventually, he did stir.

It was late at night when he did, and you had already turned off all but one lamp in his house for the night. His eyes were barely open, and his eyelashes fluttered as he tried to focus his eyes. Soft noises erupted from his throat as made quick work of steaming your rice and cooking the leftover, now sliced meat. You realized he was barely lucid when you returned to his side. You thought that would be a problem at first considering how he couldn’t feed himself in such a state.

Thankfully, you came up with the idea of spoon-feeding him- an idea that surprisingly worked. All you had to do was prop him up a little against the headboard of his bed. A gentle prod of your spoon against his lips was enough for his brain to recognize what needed to happen, even while he was in such a fuzzy state. It was a slow, slow process of feeding him, and the silence was only broken by your murmured words of comfort and encouragement. You eventually got him to finish close to half of the rice bowl and the majority of the meat before he turned his head away and his eyes fluttered shut. Near-silent snores filled the air after that. He had gone to sleep.

This process continued for six more meals over the course of the next two days. You would spoon-feed him. The first four meals were still Meat and Rice bowls. Always freshly cooked. Always nice and hot from the kitchen. You would blow on it gently before feeding it to him, and he would slowly eat your cooking in the same daze from the day before. He was slowly eating more and more as each mealtime went by. During the last two meals, he started to become present enough to handle something a little different. Your father had started a fresh pot of Gourmet Beef Stew for lunch on the second day after L had collapsed so you decided to bring a bowl for him. You focused on feeding him the broth mostly and were able to feed him some of the smaller chunks of meat while slipping in some veggies here and there. 

You were able to do that one more time before he woke up. 

“W-where..?” His whisper was hoarse, yet it rang out in the early morning air. “W-what happen-”

His words cut off with a harsh cough as he sits up. You sucked in a sharp breath, surprised to see him up so suddenly, but you instantly rushed to his side. In seconds you were reaching for the pitcher of water you had sitting out on the bedside table and pouring him a glass of water. His cheeks flush as he struggles to gain his breath again while you spend a couple extra moments rubbing his back softly and balancing a glass of water in your free hand. 

Eventually, the coughs stop, and he accepts the glass of water from your hand. He drinks it greedily, downing the whole thing in seconds before letting his hands fall to his side. Silence settles between the two of you as you eye him carefully, watching for any problems. You had been at his side for so long- only leaving to wash up or let your father change his clothes, so he was allowed privacy. The first night you had slept at the foot of his bed, just in case he turned too suddenly and ended up hurting himself further. Every night after that, you slept minimal hours in your own bed at home. And you always made sure to rush back to L’s house, never wanting to leave him alone for long. You’d be damned if anything happened to him now. 

When he turns to you, you’re met with a beautiful sight. You had admired his features while he was asleep sure, but now that he was awake, you couldn’t help but stare in awe. His eyes were big, round, and a gorgeous shade of blue. They were like fresh water from a stream or a clear sky. His eyebrows were thick and full, and for some reason, you could just tell they were almost always furrowed. His nose was small but fit his face perfectly. Coupled that with his long, messy, dirty blonde hair and you couldn’t help but be impressed by how cute and boyish he looked.

Before you started cleaning his house, you had always caught glimpses of him from afar. Judging by how he lived alone and would always be outdoing Goddesses know what, you figured he’d be a lot older. But despite how young you thought he looked physically, you knew deep down his age didn’t change the fact that he must be a seasoned adventurer. A fighter, an explorer- perhaps even a soldier in his past life.

When he had collapsed in front of you, that was just a mere moment of weakness. The L in front of you now doesn’t have the same appearance as the L you’ve been nursing all this time. He looked guarded. Tense even, as if he was ready to run at the first sign of a predator. Those beautiful, round blue eyes of his didn’t carry the innocence that most people usually came to associate blue eyes with. They were not as soft as a babbling brook or as dainty as the summer sky at noon. They were hard. They were walled up. And they were looking at you as if you were a  threat. Who knew that someone so young could look so old? So experienced? Despite looking close to your age, you have never met someone who seemed so un-

 “-like me…” Your thought finishes itself out loud before you’re able to realize what happened. Despite the words coming out as a whisper, L’s eyes narrow at you. The look he gives you is intense. It feels angry, almost. It’s obvious that he heard you. And it’s even more obvious that you have to now pick up the pieces and explain yourself. “Um- I wanted to apologize for coming into your home uninvited! When you collapsed, I knew I couldn’t just leave you there so I-”

“You’re the housekeeper.” 

L’s voice is firm, yet gentle as he cuts you off. There’s no question mark that follows his words. It's a statement. Pure and simple. He sounds confident and completely sure of himself. When you look in his eyes again, you realize that it’s not anger that you spotted. His gaze is still cloudy from recovery, and his eyes look like he’s deep in thought as he speaks to you. It's as if he's trying to recognize you from someplace. You doubt he’s in much of a position to do anything but rest, but you couldn’t help but ask:

“How did you know I was the 'housekeeper'?”

It feels odd calling yourself that since there was no initial formal agreement between the two of you. Despite this, being called the housekeeper so casually helped you feel like he doesn't see you as much as a threat. Hopefully, at least. 

“I saw you.” He states simply. When you blink at him owlishly, tilting your head in confusion, he starts by clearing his throat and explains himself further. “Before I- before I fell, I mean. I saw you cleaning. So, I figured…”

A red hue appears of L’s face as he trails off, eyes casting off to the side. You hold in your giggle at his sudden bashful behavior. The aged look of anger and experience doesn’t suit him as well as this childish pout of his. It’s a rather cute look on him. 

“Is that so? Well then, you really must be the infamous L, huh?” You hum, a small smile gracing your face. “I’m glad we were able to patch you up in time. I was really worried.”

“I’m sorry about all that. Normally, I’m not that careless...so thank you...” Link murmurs, scratching the back of his neck absently. Your heart aches with the thought of just how many times he had to patch himself up while he was close to death when suddenly, his eyes snap back to yours and you’re floored with just how alive he looked for a second. “And, you...you don’t have to call me L...if you don’t want to, of course. It was just my signature. My name is Link, actually…”

“Link?” You try the name out on your tongue. It flows out perfectly, and you recall it was once the name of a legendary Hero of Hyrule from a long, long time ago. It suits him, you think. It suits him perfectly. “...what a pretty name. It’s nice to finally meet you, Link.”

The second time you say his name, his body loses all of its tension. His shoulders relax, and his body deflates. A smile stretches across his lips as he looks at you, eyes half-hidden by his messy bangs. It’s a quiet, gentle smiler as his eyes scan your figure, burning your image into his head It’s full of comfort, and it makes you feel safe- trusting. It doesn’t fit the look of a boy who collects swords, bows, and shields. It doesn’t fit the look of a boy whose eyes hold so many stories of fights and battles and danger at every corner. And it surely doesn't fit the look of a boy who had almost bled out in front of you. Yet he wears it anyway. 

And he wears it well.

“You know,” Link starts, and the second he captures your eyes, the smile on his face evolves into a grin you didn’t think was possible on your sweet little patient. “It’s even prettier when you say it…”

Maybe he wears it a little too well.