#totk link x reader

[hanayori89]

The Healed Hand

You still didn't know who he was.

You had given him, at least what you deemed, a suitable sobriquet, calling him 'Blupee Boy' after the mythical glowing creatures you read about in books.

He took great humor in it.

"Have you ever seen a Blupee?" He asked curiously.

You shook your head. There was so much of the surface you hadn't seen. Maybe someday you will see one when you return, after you are healed, of course.

Your strange visitor with the shiny, green arm spoke of many unimaginable things. He told you there were islands in the sky. Here you were, so pathetic in your pursuit of wanting to see all of Hyrule's depths and surface, and now there were islands in the sky? What's more, he also spoke of a lost civilization, the Zonai, who were technologically advanced well beyond their time. He held his arm up, crediting the Zonai for his enchanted prosthetic appendage.

Every time he would come to visit, he would be armed with a gastronomical gift to savor, such as curried pilaf or fruit cake, which he would serve with a piping hot and wild fable.

Your favorite of them all was the one he told you over a comforting bowl of tomato stew. You watched his lips move, the rest of his face remaining inconspicuous, like his identity. He told you that the princess was actually a dragon who protected Hyrule from the sky.

You slurped a spoonful of your stew. "Sure, Blupee Boy, what's next? Ganondorf is a dragon too, and they are going to duke it out over Hyrule?"

He didn't seem to find this funny.

Over time, you both grew into comrades, bonding over your secrets that were safe in the cloaked darkness. But the scales of knowledge seemed tipped in his favor. Your insides tickled with mounting curiosity the more he spent time with you. You wanted to see the color of the lips that told you such vibrant stories. You wanted to know what the eyes looked like that seemed to regard you so highly.

What color were the eyes of the person that seemed to care for you so much, and would that change once you found out?

But he insisted on sitting, never too close to you, but in the shadows, as if he were more comfortable enrobed in them than the incandescent flames of your campfire.

One day, in a restless fit, you decided to try and coax him out of the darkness's womb. "I showed you what I look like; are you so superficial that you need to hide?"

He roared with laughter in response. "Superficial? Coming from a woman who won't show her face on the surface because of a little bit of gloom infection? Please."

Your reverse psychology had backfired. The smug and knowing way he reflected your question back onto you left you wounded. "I'm a woman; we are worth nothing if not for our looks. Do you think Zelda would receive all the praise she gets if not for the fact she's beautiful?"

He snapped a twig in between his fingers. "Zelda is incredibly smart; her soul exists to care for this land and its people. Her people. She would read a book before she would worry about something vapid like makeup." He pressed on, eager to defend her. "In fact, if she had to, she would sacrifice her looks in a heartbeat if it meant it protected her people."

"You are very close to her."

"You have no idea." He stood, dusting off his tunic, the fringe on the bottom rustled against the muscles of his thighs beneath it. He plucked a glowing flower. He threw it down before you as if he were throwing it onto a coffin being lowered in the ground. You knew you had upset him.

"This flower does not possess the beauty of the lush and colorful ones we know of. But here, beneath Hyrule, can you deny the beauty each petal holds as it brings light into a place where it is nonexistent? Perhaps on the surface, it would not be considered for beauty, but it's reason for existing, it's purpose is quite beautiful."

You twirled the flower beneath your chin; the light radiating from it captured some of the gloom's lesions that now inhabited your flesh. You could feel his eyes scouring your face and the vibration of his desire to touch you again.

He whispered. "I'm sorry if the only value you've been taught is that of your appearance."

You both sat in reflective silence. Your vanity; a poe propped on your shoulder, laughed at you.

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As time droned on, you wondered if he was really going to heal you, but after your squabble, you decided not to bring it up.

He accepted you as you were. So why couldn't you show yourself the same acceptance?

You heard the familiar, heavy footsteps of him approaching your camp. As light as his silhouette appeared, he seemed to walk with weighted feet.

You looked up, and a necklace of blood dripped down his chest.

"Hylia! What's happened to you?" You took your shirt off in a panic, dabbing it into a pail of water you kept at your campsite. "Here, you're hurt, please let me."

Despite his extensive injury, he still preferred to hide from you.

"Please," you begged. "You've done so much for me; let me do something for you."

"Zelda has returned."

"What?" You covered your mouth in shock. "You found Zelda? Is that where you've been?"

He fell to his knees. "Please let me help you." As you ran toward him, you saw his emerald hand begin to glisten; he eclipsed his face beneath his palm, hiding it. You kneeled beside him, dabbing his chest and cleaning it. "You saved the princess. What on earth are you doing down here? Look at all this blood; you should seek treatment on the surface."

His face remained sheathed beneath his hand as you wrung your shirt out, watching some of the water that had been dyed crimson fall from it.

You tried to lighten the mood. "What about her knight?"

"What about him?"

"Did they find him? If you found Zelda and not her knight, he may have-"

"Have what?"

"Perished. And Hylia, what a shame; he was certainly my eye candy."

You heard him laugh beneath his hand. "Really? You find him attractive?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

He lowered his hand gently. "I'm not asking about everyone. I'm asking about you."

Your eyes were met with a dazzling blue orb, and you felt as though a vine of thorns was strangling your heart. Deciding he had revealed too much, he began to lift his hand once again. You nabbed it and stopped him.

"I want to see you." He remained beneath the curtain of his enclosed fingers. "Please, I've shown you the version of myself even I cannot accept."

"If you cannot accept yourself, then how will you accept me? His blue iris peaked through a crack in his fingers.

"I don't even care if you heal me. I don't care if I am to live like this for the rest of my days; I just want to see you." Your voice sounded unlike itself. A humbleness had grown inside of you thanks to this boy. You just wanted to be with him and his wisdom, which gave you a new sense of meaning. One that had evolved beyond merely occupying flesh.

"Y/N, Come with me." He mumbled. "Let's heal each other."

"What? You're in no condition to-"

He stood, facing away from you, as he yanked your hand and led you through the darkness. The only light you could see was coming from his arm. The artificial part of him had somehow become just as genuine as the lips that had been whispering kind tidings to you all this time.

You walked in silence, his hand quivering as it held onto yours. In the distance, you saw a giant bulb erupting downward from the ceiling of the depths. Roots scattered around it, plugging into the ground and fastening into the area. The light emanating from it was a ferocious presence that could never be absorbed by the gloom of the depths.

All of this time, you could have camped by it instead of being in the dark.

Your stomach churned as you faced the stark realization your healer had been trying to show you all along. You had cast yourself in your own darkness.

You chose exile. You chose to see yourself as a product of the gloom.

This ugliness, this darkness- it was never real.

You had created it.

And you had imprisoned yourself within it.

The closer you got to the monumental bulb and its uncompromising light, the more your enigmatic savior was revealed to you. Dull golden locks swept over his shoulders, gliding behind him as he walked forward swiftly with you secure beneath his grip. His tunic, evergreen, if you had to guess, was marred by splotches of dirt and dried blood.  His back held scars and lacerations that told you grand stories in the same way he would. You saw his arm. There was a boundary where flesh ended, and metal invaded.

The glimmering green of his arm remained resplendent beneath the light, not competing to shine brighter but simply existing in the same pulse of vibrancy.

You arrived beneath the source of the light. He kept his back facing you. Your heart squeezed as it had earlier, and the longing to see his face threatened to consume you.

"This is a lightroot. This is what heals gloom. I need you to wrap your arms around me."

"What's going to happen? Will it hurt?"

"Don't be afraid." He put his hand on yours, his thumb stroking your hand, soothing you. How odd that you almost wished he were holding you with his other arm, which was just as much a part of him as his natural one.

"By the way-" His voice betrayed his nerves as it rattled slightly. "My name...is Link."

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The whistling of clouds whirling overhead jolted you awake.

You had never seen light like this. Where light could be manipulated within the eternal glum of the depths, darkness could never be replicated here. You saw trees, crisp and unapologetically amber, following the rhythm of the clouds that danced by. You thrust your hand upward, closing your palm, pretending to capture a cloud within its grasp.

Your hand, your delicate digits, were now undressed of gloom. You jolted upright, capturing your face in between your palms. Your skin was so sleek, your hands slid off it, expecting to snag on a pock mock or abrasion. For good measure, you did it again. Your skin was as velvety as the encompassing clouds.

You ran toward a small pond lined with lily pads. You looked into the transparency of the lapping waves, touching your face for the final time.

You had been reborn. Back into the light, before the gloom, before the darkness. But this light wasn't the same as the one you knew, and the person peering back wasn't the same either. Her eyes were wider, as if they were now meant to see more than just her narrow-minded existence.

Your lips began to tremble. You had been returned to who you were, but that wasn't you anymore. Next to you, a handsome face appeared on the surface of the pond. A lily pad covered his reflection until it floated off, revealing the familiar outline of lips you'd grown accustomed to. Only now, these lips had a color, as did everything in this radiant land. The pale carnation mouth was pressed together, and a sharp nose sat above it with the same luminescent blue eyes that not even the cruel dusky depths could hide.

You turned, meeting Link's grinning face for the first time. The sight of his slightly crooked teeth bunched upward in a smile that made your belly quake.

Seeing the recognition flicker in your eyes, he cocked his head to the side in amusement. "So, it seems you've found the missing knight. You know, your healing was never about the gloom. I wanted to heal the way you saw the world. The way you saw yourself."

He reached his arm forward, touching your face as he had when he first met you, and it was encrusted with gloom. The loving feeling behind his fingertips was no different. He traced an area of your jaw where a spot of gloom used to reside.

He then grabbed his prosthetic arm, gently pulling it off and letting it fall to the grass with a thud.

"And maybe I agreed to heal you because I wanted to heal myself too."

You reached your hand up to feel the suctioned and severed flesh that had formed a mound where his arm used to be. He used his other hand to grab your waist and pull you into his body. "So, tell me, who is more magical, me or a Blupee?"

You looked up at him with a smirk.

"Neither. That most magical award goes to the bogus tale of Zelda being a dragon."

A breeze softly rolled past, and an elongated shadow appeared on the ground around you both, swallowing you.

  

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Edited:12./29/23

[camryn-haitani]

yeah drop that zelda smut

ofc shawty, i gotchu

Coming Home

Totk Link x fem reader

link hasn’t been home is several weeks due to him being zelda’s personal guard. zelda knows you’re waiting at home for him so she gives him a week off to go see you ;)

TW: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), no verbal consent but it’s there, creampie, cursing, pussy eating, link cums in his pants, hair pulling, lil sub link (but only for a second), teasing, spanking, scenarios about having sex with you (from link), link and you are married, names (doll, ma, baby), aftercare

HAIR DOWN LINK SUPREMACY

“..-nk…-ink……. Link!” zelda shouts as she waves her hand across links face. “i’ve been calling you for a couple of minutes. are you ok?” she asks. link just shrugs and nods, resuming his lil scenario in his head.

hands forced down onto the sheets, strands of hair clinging to y’all’s foreheads, skin slapping, the whole schtick. he’s missed you so much these past few months. link has been missing your cooking, your smell, your laugh, everything, but he also misses sliding into your, warm, wet, welcoming pussy you have for him.

link had been following zelda around with whatever she was doing. he’d been staring off into space as he aimlessly walked behind zelda, tuning back into reality every now and then to see if he needed to jump into the conversation but he’d been a little too deep into his fantasy this time.

“link, don’t you think the zonai ruins in kakariko village are leaning a little too far over? do you think they’d fall in a few days?” zelda asks. no answer from link. “….link?” she stays quiet for a few minutes. she huffs and cocks her hip. zelda musters up the courage and strength and pushes link hard enough for him to hit the ground.

“zelda, what the hell?!” he shouts. “finally! you answer me. i’ve been talking to you for a while and you haven’t been answering me, which isn’t like you at all. what’s going on?” she questions.

link hasn’t told anybody, besides people who ask, that he’s married, not even zelda. so he takes a breath and lets it out. “i miss my wife, zelda.” he sighs. zelda blinks a few times with her jaw slack. “YOU’RE MARRIED AND DIDNT TELL ME?!” she yells for the entire village to hear and make everyone turn their heads.

“zelda, people are looking at us…” link looks around. he wants to dig a hole and sit there for another 100 years. “i don’t care! how could you not tell me you’re married?!! who is she? is she of royalty? when did this happen?” she bombards with questions.

“woah woah, calm down. one, i met her a couple years ago. two, no. three, also a few years ago.” he answers.

zelda turns around and scribbles something down on a piece of paper. link peeks around her shoulder to see what she’s writing. she moves away to prevent him from seeing.

she turns back around and hands him the paper.

‘i hearby say that Link is allowed 1 (or more) week(s) off due to missing his wifey :3

-Princess Zelda

link blinked at the note a couple of times. “are you sure?” he asks. and before she can even finish her nod, he’s on epona galloping away to see his wife.

meanwhile, you were cooking a dinner for one since link had not let you know he’d be returning home anytime soon. stirring your pot, you could hear fast thudding that alarmed you. you grabbed your kitchen knife and took a stance. you hear a horse neigh and the door slam open.

“lin-?” before you could finish his name, his hands were all over your body. your boobs, thighs, hair, everywhere. his lips attached to your neck, attacking you with harsh sucks and his tongue soothing his bite.

“i guess you missed me?” you asked. “mhm,” link barely says, “so much, doll.” he continues to grope your entire body. you melt into his touch as he tries to pull your pants down. you helped him by pulling them off completely and he pushes you down fully on the dining table.

link wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls them apart. “how i missed this.” he flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up to your clit. he latches his lips around your sweet clit and laps all of your juices up. link has missed your sweet sweet pussy that always gets him so hard. he’s trying so so hard to not cum in his pants from it. but you know, accidents always happen.

link starts moaning loudly and bucks his hips to nothing but air while he rides his orgasm out. you grip his hair as he looks up at you with those delicious blue eyes.

“ ‘m sorry, ma. you taste so good, i couldn’t help it.” link whines. “it’s ok, baby.” link gets up, helps you off the table and pushes you over to lean over the table. he kneads the fat of your ass and teases a finger over your cunt and your glistening folds with your arousal. he gives you a couple harsh spanks that make you yelp.

link guides his tip along your folds, coating it in your juices, before he slides in your pussy. he forces your head down and guides the rest of himself in you. you both sigh out of pleasure, waiting for months before you could feel each other again. link wastes no time fucking your cunt, moans strand out of you and his mouths.

“i.. missed… you…” he says between every push of his cock, stretching you out and going harder and harder with each one. it takes both of yall not too long before those tight coils in your stomachs begin to snap.

but does that stop link? no. no it doesn’t not. even after yalls shared orgasm, he continues to pound your pussy. he doesn’t care that your practically screaming and whining about him hitting your sensitive spots. the cream ring around his pelvis says otherwise. he knows where to touch, to tease, to fuck you to get to your orgasm.

you’ve got one foot barely touching the floor while your other leg it hiked up by your chest as link has one hand on your ass and the other on your thigh to keep it up. you’re legs are getting numb and shaky but it’s all a part of the fun. link hits all your good spots that make you cum over and over again, and that’s exactly what he’s making you do. your nth orgasm creeps around, you try to move your hand to tell link that it’s coming and he knows it is. string of babbles come out of your mouth because that’s the only thing that can come out.

he continues his strides as you ride out your orgasm. but when you finally catch your breath, link angles his hips to go deeper. the ‘o’ shape of your mouth lets him know that he’s fucking you so good. he leans down and whispers “i know it hurts, darling, but please i’m about to cum and i’ll give you so much of my cum, it’ll be dripping out of you for days.”

his last couple of thrusts get harsher and faster. his eyes roll back, his moans get higher pitched, and his hand pressure on you gets weaker. you feel his cum dripping down your legs. link scoops his dripping cum with two fingers back into you and fucks his cums deeper back into you.

link finally steps back and gets a warm, wet rag and wipes the surrounding of your cunt. he runs the rag over your ass to soothe what he got earlier. link pulls your pants back up and carry you into your shared room. he runs back downstairs to grab a glass of water and rush back to you.

“i made dinner but it was only enough for me.” you say hoarsely. “it’s ok, darling. i have enough to whip up something for me.” he kisses your head and goes downstairs to make him something.

a lil while later, he comes into talks room with a bowl of whatever he made and sits next to you as you eat your dinner. <3

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if this gets enough likes, i’ll add a lil something extra <3

also i’m sorry if it’s a lil short. i got this request a couple days ago and only noticed yesterday :(

[fourstarsoutofnine]

ello beeeeeeee

just popping in to ask if it'd be possible to get a little totk link romantic drabbleeee

Hi pookie absolutely I will!!! :3

A/n:At the request of my dearest Moss, this is my linksona x reader but it can be read as just regular botw/totk link. I will still tag it as Leo. Also, I’m so sorry this is so bad, I’ve kind of got a headache but I really wanted to write something. So here. Hope you like it.

Spar

“Tighten those movements up, y/n, it looks sloppy.”

“I am, Link. You forget I’m new to this.”

“I didn’t forget, I’m just saying. You told me not to go easy on you. I can ease up if you—“

“Do not.”

You and Link were outside of Zelda’s house in hateno. You’d been training for hours, at your request. You watched the man that kept you at sword point, a snarky grin on his face. He was enjoying this entirely too much.

“Alright. I won’t. But you gotta promise to quit complaining.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes.

“We’ve been at this for hours, of course I’m complaining.”

“Womp womp.”

“…did you just womp womp me, Link?” The grip on your sword got tighter.

He grinned wide. “I did. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

You lunged at him and he held his sword up to block you. Metal clanged as they made contact. He pushed you forward and your feet dug into the dirt and grass, trying to overpower, or at least match, his strength.

“You can be a real prick, you know that?” You ask through gritted teeth, struggling to keep up on your end.

“You tell me everyday, sweetheart.” He winked, no sign of struggle anywhere on his face. Not even sweat. He suddenly let go of his hold against you and dodged out of the way, causing you to stumble forward.

You caught yourself and turned around to face him but he was faster. He mounted an attack and you fell to the ground. He pinned you to the ground, sword against you. He threw the sword to the side and knelt down to kiss your forehead before standing and pulling you up.

Your face was beet red as you dusted yourself off, the last thirty seconds replaying in your mind. You looked up at him and you knew he could tell what you were thinking.

“You alright?” He grinned and walked closer to you.

“Yeah… yeah I’m good…” you said breathlessly, lifting your gaze from your shoes to him.

“Good. Ready to go again?” He joked.

“Sweet Hylia, let me take a break!” You laughed.

He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead again. “We’ll go for a swim instead, how about that?”

“Now that’s something I can’t refuse.” You grinned and followed him off to Nirvata Lake.

[candyk0rn]

Finding Link after he goes missing (TotK)

Link x reader

A/N: obvious spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom, gender neutral reader

It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it? OG fans know I’ve written for LoZ before, so why not start again?

You dropped everything once you saw him again

His hair was down, his garb different and seemingly aged

And of course, you cannot help but be distracted by the arm that was in the place of his original flesh

But you didn’t care, days of worry and fatigue were really what lead your thoughts at the moment

As you rushed to your silent lover, you could tell something was weighing on him.

His eyes were tired, his blond hair wind-swept and messy; an appearance he would previously refuse to show

He seems to regain some light in his eyes after he sees you, though

But you know him too well. There is a heavy weight on his shoulders, a permanent furrow in his brow

You bring him with you to sit down on a nearby bench, comfortingly caressing his shoulder

With few words, he explains all that had happened

Zelda’s disappearance, Rauru, the islands above, the dangers below, etc.

You knew he had felt guilt like this before, especially many years ago when the champions fell and the calamity struck

And it wouldn’t be easy to have this guilt shed

But now was different.

He wasn’t alone anymore, he had you

And that, already, made him feel so much more secure

Thanks for reading!

[ifangirlalot]

➶ botw/totk!𝓵ink x 𝓯𝓮𝓶!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝕹𝕾𝕱𝖂 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 | afab!reader, oral (masc/fem receiving), penetration, (kinda?) public sex, link's kinda a pervert idk

Love Note From Zee ; ;

the results are in! you guys voted for link nsfw headcanons and i shall deliver! had so much fun with this (and i absolutely did NOT get horny while writing this, i literally don't know what you're talking about, i'm SO normal about him wdym)

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「 ✦ You know that whole thing about it ALWAYS being the quiet ones? Yeah, Link is the prime example of that. 」

「 ✦ Mans has a lot of pent up frustrations after being asleep for an entire century, so needless to say, your sex life is pretty damn active. It's either he sets the entirety of Hyrule on fire or he gets his dick wet in some way or another, you pick. 」

「 ✦ Link is a MAJOR whimperer. Especially if he's getting head? Ugh, he can't stop whimpering. It's only gonna get worse if he's being praised DURING the ravishing. 」

A plethora of whimpers spilled between the knight's lips as his tip was treated to the tip of [Name]'s tongue swirling and pressing against it. Link's hips bucked upward desperately, needing more. "I'm so proud of you, Link. You're doing so good, you deserve this and so much later for all the work you've been doing for this whole kingdom." [Name] would whisper in between bobs on his length. Link could hardly stand it. He pushed his hips forward once more, trying not to cum on the spot from all the praises he was getting and the feel of her tongue on his dick. He let out a sound that was a mix of a whimper and a grunt as his lover's mouth lowered down his shaft once more.

「 ✦ He's also a bit of a pervert. Naturally, Link's pretty nosy. Constantly reading people's diaries and stealing their shit, but with you, it's so much worse and so much more personal. 」

「 ✦ He likes to snoop through your clothes, especially your underwear, while you're sleeping at night since he doesn't really feel the need to sleep and gets bored. 」

While [Name] was sleeping on their side, sleeping off a full day of journeying through the Hyrulian countryside, Link was hidden behind a bush with his trousers undone and a pair of frilly underwear clutched in his hand. He fisted at his length, a series of slow, soft pleasured noises bubbling out of his throat. Normally, he much preferred having your hands jerking him off, but you were sleeping right now and he didn't want to wake you. But he just couldn't wait. Your underwear was coated in your scent and he could barely stand it. Besides, the soft fabric of your undergarments around his cock was almost a good enough substitute.

「 ✦ When it comes to fucking, Link is pretty wild with it, as he is with everything else. He's very fast and desperate with his movements. He gropes at your breasts and your hips and leaves love bites and hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. 」

「 ✦ His favorite position is mating press. Not necessarily because he wants to breed you, but rather because he just really liked having your legs propped up on his shoulders. Plus, it gives him more thrusting room. 」

「 ✦ Very enthusiastic head giver as well. He's fast and desperate with that, too. His tongue is working extra hard, pushing as deeply into you as he possibly can, and his lips suck at your clit like he's trying to get the last bit of pudding out of a snack pack. A true pussy glutton! 」

The wind carried Link's desperate-sounding whimpers to your ears as he held your thighs against his shoulders as he pressed his face into your pussy. His tongue darted in and out, lapping up any form of fluid he could pull from your body. His lips sucked at your swollen, abused bud as if he was trying to pull loose the last bit of liquid through a straw, Your fingers tangled into his blonde hair and tugged at it as your chest heaved. He looked so cute down there between your legs, eating you out like your pussy was his favorite meal. Which honestly, it probably was.

「 ✦ Lots and lots and lots of sex outside. Granted, you're never around people when you fuck, but you're in the middle of a field, so honestly, you've probably been caught fucking by a very embarrassed villager at least two or three times. 」

「 ✦ Not that Link really cares, though. He's completely fucking shameless, that boy. 」

[kaitsawamura]

THAT'S JUST WASTELAND, BABY

☽ SUMMARY ☾

Calamity Ganon has finally been vanquished for good, Link and Zelda have finally managed to break the wheel. But things are not as either of them had hoped they would be. Zelda is soon to be Queen with all the duties of such a position. Link would remain her knight and yet, he is restless. When he hears of the restoration efforts in Lurelin Village, he decides that he must go. He can’t stay cooped up within the castle walls, not after so long in the wild. Zelda and Link are unsure of the new direction their lives are taking but maybe they’ll find that their true north is you.

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☽ STATS ☾

Pairing: TotK!Link x Reader x TotK!Zelda

Rating: M for Mature, 18+ only minors do not interact

Warnings: Fantasy violence/gore, sexual content, angst

Tags: aged up characters, multiple pov’s (maybe possibly kinda), friends to lovers, semi-slice of life, semi-canon divergent, h/c (more to be added)

Projected Word Count: 15K

Author's Note: I have been tossing around a Link x Reader fic FOREVER but it felt right as soon as I started writing and the idea naturally morphed into a poly fic. I know I've been telling myself not to post any parts of a multi part fic until I've written the whole thing but ya know what, I need some dopamine and maybe y'all do to so I'll be posting the parts/chapters as I write them. Hope you enjoy (and even if you don't, that's fine too because mostly my fics are for me XD)

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Prologue

Part 1 (TBW)

[babybatss-blog]

A REUNION LIKE NO OTHER

totk!link x f!reader, 2600 words

authors note: Buckle in, it’s a long one! I went against the poll and wrote both the first and second voted pieces WHOOPS. Anyways, took a lot of creative liberties here due to my strong ass baby fever atm hope we enjoy :)

cw: reader is pregnant and married to Link, One used of Y/n.

summary: When your husband goes missing, you're determined to find him no matter what.

Things are never ordinary with your husband Link. Afterall, he is the hero of Hyrule, but from the moment he appeared bloody and battered on your doorstep things have never been normal. You followed him across the reaches of the world to save the society you love, settled in Hateno village together and eventually married there. You even fell pregnant with his child and was happier than ever. That was, until he disappeared.

Your husband was gone on another expedition with the Princess, yet this time he was more reluctant due to your impending birth date. You assured him you would be fine, giving him a sweet kiss on his forehead. Your charming husband, always so compassionate till the end.

Three days later you are knitting some baby mittens when a strong rumble knocks the cottage. Shrieks are heard from the village and birds erupt from the luscious trees, as a sturdy stag leaps out of the brush to gallop on your front lawn. Chaos ensues, but you have no reason to focus on the absurdities. Clutching your heavy belly as you burst indoors, you hide under the table for cover. The cottage still rumbles violently underfoot, but all you can think about is your husband and unborn baby. You can’t live without them, you just can’t.

But the earthquake is gone as fast as it came, and the small quaint town is quiet once again. Deep breath in, deep breath out. You’re safe, you’re fine and everything is normal. But of course, you can’t get up. You struggle and twist, trying to get up but you just cannot seem to. Going against the growing embarrassment in your mind, you call for help. After two hours or so of incessant yelling, Dantz the local farmer appears at your doorstep.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” He asks, after promptly helping you up. “Was that an earthquake?” you ask, expecting a nod or affirmation in response but instead, you are faced with an empty, almost regretful face. “What was it Dantz?” A long silence ensues, as he looks at his shoes, seemingly searching for an answer in their mud and holes.  

Finally, he looks up, meeting your eyes with an intensity and fear you have never seen before in the once solemn man. “The castle it… It floated…” Surely he’s joking right? Because Link just went there with Zelda and- “Link…” You realise, the emotions hitting you like a brigade. “What about him?” “He was at the castle with the princess! Are you sure that’s what happened?” He nods, and your heart sinks. “Yes, I’m sure. I was hunting up in the mountains when it rose, I had a view as clear as day. I swear the thing just lifted up, with the evil smoke joining it and the heavens opening up above. But he must be fine, he is the sworn hero of our land after all.”

Tears swell in your eyes. What does this mean? You’re no stranger to your husband’s strength and talent, but you can’t help but fear the worst in this situation. A few of the village women burst through the doors, surely knowing of your distress with the situation. “Oh sweetheart…” One empathises, sitting you onto a chair and wiping away the now gushing tears on your face as the other sends the man to find out more news. You were never really close to the people of the village, as you were in a strange in-between age and kept yourself in a quiet haven with Link. But in this moment, they felt like mothers to you, reassuring you and keeping you and the baby safe.

The next couple of days were agonisingly slow, with no news of Link or Zelda’s whereabouts. The women assured you that it’s because they are still exploring, but you had the wits to know otherwise. When Link had to go on the mission, he swore he would be back as soon as possible. “I’ll be safe, I promise.” He said, sadness in his deep blue eyes despite your assurance you will be fine.

But now you may never be fine. No one will let you leave the house, pampering you with food and gifts just like Link used to do. Whenever they come to visit you the first thing they say is “no news” because they know that what’s on your mind. So, when you gain wind of a group of people from the village going to Hyrule field to begin a search you leapt at the chance to join them, just wanting to find your husband and return to normality once again.

No one stopped you. You may be nine months pregnant, but you are still the woman who aided Link in his journey and have a piercing stare that could scare a bear into defeat. A complex woman you are, sweet but strong, empathetic but harsh. So, packed onto carriages with others hoping to find Link and supplies to set up a temporary camp your journey begins, just praying for his return to be soon. You’ve heard about falling rocks, sinkholes leading to the unknown and the resurrection of Ganon’s monsters, but it wasn’t until you laid your own eyes on them that it became real.

Multiple bokoblins and some sort of monstrosity lead bokoblin interrupted your journey, causing a few men to become injured. One of these unfortunate men fell into a satanic dark goop, which caused him severe immobility. You pray to Hylia that Link will know how to fix this once he comes back.

And there it was, the castle in all it’s infernal glory. As the others set up the camp, you sit starstruck at the sight above you. Not that you could help anyways, with a human growing inside you. Deep down, you already know what you are faced with. This is a great evil, worse than ever before and ever will be. If Link couldn’t prevent this, you fear no one can.

Although you desperately want to stay hopeful, the week following your arrival shows no light at the end of the tunnel. You can barely sleep, gathering information from those around you on all the recorded sightings of Zelda. No Link though. A chef at the lookout tells you that perhaps it’s just a coincidence no one has seen your husband, although you’re not so sure. He’s strong, so strong in fact that if he was alive, he would be with you right now. But he’s not, instead you are on your own praying for his arrival.

Two weeks have now passed, and you sit in the bunker where everyone sleeps at the dead of night. So many of your new friends have become sick from this substance you now call gloom, it seems as if an apocalypse is upon you. Purah has been making towers to survey the lands easier, which you hope sheds a new light on your expedition. If it doesn’t, you don’t know what to do with yourself. Staring at the goddess statue, you have nothing left to do but pray.

“Oh goddess Hylia, please grant me your blessing to find my husband. Our child will join us any day now, and I do not what them to live without him. Without knowing his smile, his voice or his warmth is something I would never wish on our child. What kind of mother would I be if I willingly raised a child in the pits of hell such as this? Please grant this grace to my child, if not to me.” Tears now stream down your weak face, such desperation you have never felt before this moment. You tried to stay quiet in your prayers, but at this point you just give up, wailing and choking on the force of emotion. A crowd soon surrounds you, failing to sooth your despair, but all it does it make things worse. If Link were here, he could calm you down. In fact, if Link were here none of this would have even happened, and you would be safe and sound at home. You are now filled with intense rage at this fact, because in the end he has left you all alone. How could he? He promised, he promised, he promised, he-

Thick wet liquid drips onto the floor, and your hyperventilation subsidies. Oh no… You’re giving birth! Another woman beside you also connects the dots, and jumps into action effortlessly. “Quick, get the nurse, she’s giving birth!” She says, as you pant at the pushing sensation that overcomes you. A couple of men lead your staggering body over to a bed, where you lie down. “Link…” You call, somehow expecting him to appear at your side. But he doesn’t, your alone, with no husband here to aid you…

You push and you scream and you kick, just wanting this Hylia forsaken thing to get out of you. Someone grabs your hand to soothe you, but you soon push them away. It’s no use, you feel as if you are dying, your insides splitting and spilling forth. Strings of curses leave your mouth as the final wave of pain subsides about three hours later, and is replaced by the piercing screams of a newborn baby.

“It’s a girl!” The nurse exclaims, which is followed by the ruckus applause of the landing members. You were never one to thirst for attention, and now is no exception, as you anxiously await holding your daughter in your arms. As the nurse is cleaning up, she asks what the babies name will be. “Navi. Link has always loved that name, it seems only fair that’s who she is.”

Baby Navi overtakes your life, almost causing you to forget why you gave birth so far from home and without Link. You don’t forget it though, because every moment you look to your side or call his name he isn’t there, and grief over takes your body. A month has gone by, and no one will let you join the search. Therefore, you spend most days sitting with Navi outside of Lookout Landing telling her about her father.

“He has blonde hair and blue eyes, just like you. They sparkle when he laughs like yours too, but he doesn’t scream nearly as much as you do. In fact, he’s quite the opposite. He’s a quiet man, but if you’re lucky he’ll tell you a story about his travels. I’m sure he will tell you everything soon, he won’t shut up once he gets to know you.” The sweet girl laughs, acting as if she understands what you are saying. At only a month old, she already is so cheerful and loud. You wish Link was here to see her.

You get lost in this thought, looking up at the castle. If only they let you join them, you could find him, surely. Although, they don’t have to let you do anything. If there is one think your husband taught you, it’s to do what makes you happy. Despite his great responsibility, Link found joy and determination in the littlest things. He would go on impromptu expeditions and quests, even if it made him seem insane because that’s what he like doing. Helping others, and having fun.

So why do you have to listen to them? You go inside to the camp and stride over to nurse who has been helping you with Navi. “Are you able to babysit for a second? I just want to go on a little walk.” You ask, a sweet smile plastered on your face. She graciously agrees, thus giving you a moment to yourself. Trekking up the hilled path of the castle, you go over in your mind exactly where he may be. If he was underground and the castle lifted up, would he still be underground or was he taken up in the ruckus? It’s most likely that he is underground, but he does often climb up to peaks to survey the land.

“Ma’am, what are you doing here?” Hoz, the leader of the expedition asks, with a group of men in tow. “Oh, I’m just here to help. And no, you needn’t worry about me. I’m perfectly fine to join you” You rebut, giving them no time to argue with you. “Are you, sure? I wouldn’t want you getting hurt, and neither would our hero Link.” “No, I’m fine. I know the most about Link, I even travelled with him. I am the most equipped to search.” “Okay then, if you insist. Well, we are all splitting up into different areas to cover more ground. Why don’t you go with my team to the east?”

You go with the group to the designated spot, leaving no time for pleasantries. Once you stop on an out perch, you deliver the needed instructions. “Okay men, here’s what’s going to happen. Five people are going to go to that section, five there and the rest with me. I think Link climbed to the top of the castle to get a view, and we may find some clues there. Otherwise, checking the armour room may be a good idea. If he’s been inside there will be some weapons missing. Any questions?” You scan your eyes across the group, but no one seems to be paying attention. Instead, their eyes seem to be lying behind you, with a bewildered look on their faces.

Rolling your eyes, you turn around. You should have just gone on your own, instead of with these boys who just want to- behind you stands a man, short in stature but with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes piercing your soul. They swell with tears, a soft smile on his pink lips.

“Y/n.” The man says, who could only be your husband. You ponder the idea that he is merely a figment of your imagination, but once he says your name everything crashes down. Blinded by his face you sprint forward, as he runs towards you also. You throw your complete weight onto the man who stumbles backwards, but he doesn't seem to care as he laughs and you cry, spinning you around and around.

Finally he puts you down, eyes stuck on yours and the largest smile on his face. “Oh Link I was so worried! I had the baby and I missed you so so much!” “You, you had the baby?” He asks, stepping back to look at your stomach. You nod furiously. “She’s a girl.”

“Navi?” He asks, already knowing the name which causes another nod in response. Your just so happy, you don’t even notice the crowd forming around you. You grab his arm, looking down at your gorgeous husband to see…

“Link!!” You jump back, shocked by the sight of a green warped arm on his body. He nods, looking down also. “We were attacked. I don’t know where Zelda got to, but she teleported away and I woke up with this strange arm.” You look back up at his eyes. They’re full of regret and remorse, as if he somehow failed a mission from long ago. You know he didn’t fail though, because he tried so hard to keep both her and everyone safe.

It doesn’t matter though, because he is here with you. Your family is reunited, in a reunion like no other.

[mastercucco]

Hateno Boy - Part 2 - Link x Reader

The Calamity is gone, but so is Link’s purpose. He feels completely lost in post-Calamity Hyrule where everyone but him seem to have found their new place.

It certainly doesn’t help his restless nights that you, a young Hylian whom Zelda has hired as the new teacher at Hateno School, are slowly taking up more and more of his headspace with each conversation you two have.

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom Pairing: Link x fem!Reader Raiting: Mature (might go up, might go down, let’s see) Contains: feel-good, slow burn romance; platonic Link/Zelda; Link being an angsty retired hero Chapter Index | Read on Ao3

Chapter 2 - Heromania

Contains: Link is awkward; Everyone is crazy about the Hero, maybe even you Word count: ~2,9k A/N: Yaas, second chapter, let's goooo

The cool night air sneaks in through the open window, barely keeping you awake. Twilight has come and gone, and you can already hear the first calls of the night owls. Your day at the school is stretching unpleasantly late into the evening once again. You’ve been so focused on creating the new curriculum with the Princess – or Zelda, as she has asked you to call her – that you have completely forgotten all your obligations as a teacher.

Now you’re stuck with a cup of tea that went cold hours ago and a stack of short stories written in poor grammar that you promised to read before the end of the week – a promise that seemed perfectly reasonable four days ago. But tonight? Not so much.

You’ve spent a lot of time with Zelda and her knight these past weeks. Zelda is eager to finish the curriculum before fall comes. You still have several moon cycles to go – summer has barely reached Hateno –, but Zelda isn’t one to waste time. She is dedicated to offering the children the best education they can get. You’re in awe of her devotion to the cause – and a little ashamed by your own lack thereof. You are the teacher, after all. You should be twice as passionate as Zelda is, should you not?

You blame your lack of enthusiasm on these late nights: the cold cups of tea and the ever-growing list of tasks and responsibilities that never seem to get any shorter, no matter how many hours of sleep you sacrifice.

You sigh as you pick up the next story from the stack.

THE HERO AND A MONSTER IN A SVAMP

You snort. The ‘Hero of Hyrule’ craze among your students (or ‘heromania’, as you like to call it) is at its peak. You thought you were being clever when assigning them to write a short story about the Hero, hoping it would excite them to complete an otherwise dull assignment. But you were a bit too clever for your own good in the end: your students got so excited to share stories that all of them returned more than one paper. And who were you to kill their excitement just because you had forgotten to do your part in reading them all in time?

You groan, rubbing your face harshly. You can feel the first throbs of a headache knocking behind your other eye. As amusing as some of the stories are (even Zelda thought so after reading one about Link turning into a giant), you’re slowly starting to despise your work, and your students – and the Hero, for that matter.

Another breath of cool air brushes against your neck. You bury your head in your hands. You don’t actually despise your work, not really. It’s just these late nights that you hate.

You hear the door creaking. Shit, you think in a panic and hurriedly tidy up all your scattered papers and pens. You should have expected Zelda to pay you a visit tonight, just like she has every other night so far. As tired as you feel, you don’t need Zelda to see that. Worst case scenario, she might even think you are slacking.

But when you look up, it’s not the Princess standing at the doors, but her Silent Knight.

“Oh, good evening, Link,” you sigh in relief. You glance at the stack of short stories and, as subtle as you can be, flip the first paper upside down before saying, “Please, come in.”

Link, however, does not. He stands awkwardly in the doorway, his expression turning to a frown as he looks around, as if the last person he expected to find inside the school was you, the teacher.

“The Princess isn’t here,” you say after it becomes clear you are not getting a hello from him.

Link looks like a lost puppy, an apt comparison in your mind: he does follow the Princess around like one. The silence between the two of you feels awkward. Even though you have seemingly spent multiple evenings with him, you two have barely even spoken. Everything you know about him, you have heard from either Zelda or the gossipmongers of Hateno.

Or from your students. Most of it from your students.

“I’m sure she will arrive shortly,” you add, giving him an affirming smile. After hearing this, Link finally steps over the threshold and lets the door creak shut behind him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still looking around, “I thought she would already be here.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” you say, still smiling, hoping to ease the awkward tension still lingering in the air. You continue, “Please, Link, have a seat while you wait. Would you like some tea?”

Link shakes his head and sits down on one of your students’ chairs. It is way too small for him and whines horribly under his weight. The sight of him is amusing, and you struggle to hold back the smile tucking at the corners of your lips. It becomes extremely clear, extremely fast, that Link is trying to look anywhere but into your eyes. You consider asking about his day but decide against it; he’s not the most talkative person in Hyrule, as you’ve come to learn.

“Please, let me know if you need anything,” you politely say before going back to your work. You have barely finished reading the first sentence of The Hero And A Monster In A Svamp when Link suddenly speaks.

“I’m bothering you,” he says.

You glance up from your paper. He is looking down at his hands, a distant look on his face.

“No, not at all,” you lie, “but I do have to ask you to leave after I’m done with these papers.”

“Oh,” Link says, already getting up.

“No, not now,” you quickly say, “but later. You won’t be able to leave once I lock the doors.”

“Oh,” Link says, again, and slowly sits back down. “Right. Okay. Sorry.” He is glancing at the doors with a look of uncertainty.

“And I do prefer the company,” you assure softly. You give him a smile and – for the first time – he returns it. It’s quick but awfully sweet, and you feel your stomach turning.

He looks down at his hands again. “I could make tea,” he says almost absentmindedly and stands up, still avoiding eye contact. “Would you like some?”

Not waiting for your answer, he rushes upstairs to the kitchenette. It’s going to be a long night, you think to yourself and shift your eyes back to your student’s story.

Ones upon a time there was the Hero of Hyrule. One day he saw a monster in a svamp. He takes his Master sword and he kills the svamp monster and he is So fast because he is stronger then the svamp monster. Everyone is happy. Princess Zelda is happy and we had a big party for The Hero. Mom is there and also my brohter and all my friends are there asswell but dad is crying because svamp monster is really my Nana and everyone is sad. The end.

You rub your eyes. A long, long night…

Your second cup of tea has also gone cold by the time you are done reading the stories.

“Thank Hylia,” you mutter as you push the papers inside your bag. The stories are all sweet – though you question the validity of most of them – but no matter how adorable, you’re glad you don’t have to read one more story about the Hero tonight.

You hastily gather your things and blow out your oil lamp before heading to the doors. You nearly scream when Link steps out of the shadowy corner he was sitting in. He has been so quiet for the past hour that you completely forgot he was even there.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter, your face flushing with embarrassment. He doesn’t say anything, and his eyes are as quiet as his lips. Instead, he opens the door for you. He gives your back a light, assuring push as you walk past him, something you’ve seen him do to Zelda many times before. His gesture seems automatic, you don’t think he even realizes he does it, but your cheeks blush anyway.

“Are you done with your work?” he asks, even though the answer is obvious as you lock the doors.

“Yes,” you still answer. “Hopefully the Princess doesn’t come here looking for us.”

“No. It’s late,” Link simply says. There’s a tone in his voice you can’t quite put your finger on. Is it disappointment? Or bitterness? You don’t know him well enough to say for certain.

“You’re not going to go look for her?” you ask.

Link shakes his head. “I will walk you home,” he says instead, giving your back another gentle push as you start making your way towards the village.

The silence between you two doesn’t feel as awkward outside, where the rustling of leaves and the singsong of night birds fill in the quiet. The night air is brisk, easing the throbbing pain behind your eye. You sigh. You are happy Link offered to walk you home – though, he would’ve walked past East Wind either way. He has an aura of safety around him, something you much appreciate at this hour, even though you know Hateno to be safe even during the night.

To your surprise, Link breaks the silence first, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

You get a little startled when you turn to look at him and find him staring right back at you. You don’t think he has ever made eye contact with you in such a straightforward manner. You know you’re blushing. It’s almost like he is searching for something within your gaze.

And all you can think about is just how blue his eyes are.

“Have we really met before?” Link asks.

You can’t help the hint of pity seeping into your smile. It’s clear that the question has been bothering him for quite some time.

“Yes,” you answer, “yes, we have.”

He looks away, his brow furrowing as if he’s trying to force the memory.

“Our family farm is right outside Hateno,” you try to help him out. “You knocked on our door late at night. It was during a thunderstorm, a bad one. I don’t think we’ve had a storm like that since.”

The pace of Link’s footsteps slows down. His eyes are looking straight forward, but he doesn't seem to be actually looking at anything. You can see he is trying his hardest to remember. It pains you a little to see him struggle.

“It’s not that important, Link,” you comfort him. “It was a long time ago.”

“No,” he almost cuts you off, “I remember the storm. And I remember the farmhouse. The man of the house made me creamy mushroom soup.”

“That would be my father,” you smile, “and my mother offered to stitch your tunic, but you refused. And you refused a warm bath, to her horror.”

Link doesn’t laugh with you. He’s looking at you again, eyes observing you closely. You’re blushing hard. You don’t think even you, yourself, have ever looked at your own face as intensely as he is now. You can see frustration building up behind his eyes.

Finally, he shakes his head. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes and looks the other way. “I’m not trying to be rude on purpose.”

“It’s okay, Link,” you say, lightly touching his arm. “You had a lot going on at the time.”

You remember the night well. The first time you met the Hero of Hyrule was only a few months before the Calamity ended. He knocked on your family home’s door in the middle of the night, soaked from the heavy rain, bruised, and shivering. Your mother offered him a bed in the guest room because she recognized his blue tunic (there were rumors of a Champion awakened from a 100-year slumber), and your father made him food because he felt sorry for the boy.

You, too, felt sorry as you watched him eat his soup and then refuse the dry clothes your father offered him. He looked exhausted and on the verge of tears. He’s just a boy, you thought, your heart aching as you watched him rub his eyes dry while he may have thought no one was looking.

You’re not mad at Link for not remembering, nor do you feel disappointed. You never spoke with him. You never once thought he even noticed you sitting there by the fire, observing him quietly.

He was just a boy, you think, struggling to meet his gaze. You were the same age as him back then, and you believed – still do – eighteen was too young to bear the fate of the entire kingdom on his shoulders.

Hateno sleeps quietly. There are no lights, not even a flicker of a single candle behind the darkened windows. There is no chatter, no laughter, no horse hooves, no buzzing insects. Even the wind seems to be on its tiptoes as it blows through the town, as if to avoid disturbing the sleeping people. The sand beneath your boots sounds awfully loud in the silent night.

“May I ask you something in return?” you quietly speak. There’s been a long stretch of silence between the two of you since your earlier conversation. You can see something is still troubling Link, and you don’t want him to go home feeling saddened by memories you didn’t mean to bring up to the surface.

Link doesn’t say anything but he turns to look at you.

“The question is a bit… silly,” you hesitate. He waits patiently for you to continue.

“Uhm,” you mutter, already feeling stupid even thinking of asking what you’re about to ask. “Did you ever, by chance, fight a swamp monster during your travels? A monster that perhaps turned out to be someone’s grandmother?”

Link blinks. “... I’m sorry?”

“Forget about it,” you say with an uncomfortable laugh, motioning for him to stop staring at you. “The children have a wild imagination sometimes.”

Link thinks for a moment before sternly saying, “I have never killed a grandmother.” But the frown on his face makes it seem that he, himself, is not quite so sure of his own statement.

“It’s just something silly one of my students said,” you explain, “I asked them to write down stories they’ve heard about you.”

“Oh,” he says.

“They adore you,” you feel the need to explain further. “It was just for practice. I think most of them just made things up for the assignment. I doubt you ever turned into a giant during your adventures, or did you?”

Link shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, I never did,” he says.

“I don’t understand how they can even come up with stories like that,” you laugh. “Poor Teebo swears he saw you riding a bear once!”

“Oh…”

“And one of the girls says their aunt in Lurelin saw you sailing naked all the way from Eventide.”

“... Oh.”

“Can you believe the imagination of these children?” you chuckle, shaking your head.

Link rubs his neck. “Yeah, wild imagination…” he hesitantly agrees, forcing the most unconvincing laugh you’ve ever heard.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you quickly apologize, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It was just a silly assignment.”

“No, I don’t mind. I– uh, I did sail to Eventide and back once,” Link admits, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You give him a sympathetic smile. “Stories change as they get passed on.”

“Yeah…” Link mutters, rubbing his neck again.

You come to a stop as you reach the East Wind. The store’s windows are pitch-black, just like the rest of the village. You hope you won’t disturb Pruce and his family when you sneak in. He has been generous for letting you stay up in their attic basically for free. Sure, your father knows the shopkeeper well, but you still think not many people from Hateno would offer such kindness to other people’s children. It’s not the most comfortable living arrangement for a woman in her twenties, but it is better than living with your parents. Besides, Zelda has promised you a room on the school’s second floor once it gets cleared out from all the junk left behind during building.

“Thank you for walking me back,” you say as you turn to look at Link, “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“It wasn’t,” Link assures you with a smile so soft it makes your heart flutter. You’re starting to understand why the girls in town act so giddy around him. He does have an endearing smile.

“I’ll see you around,” Link says, still smiling. “Have a good night.”

“You too, Link,” you say, feeling a bit flustered. You don’t quite understand your sudden giddiness, and you wish you could just slap some sense into yourself. You pry your eyes off of him before the butterflies in your stomach get any more restless. You take in a sharp breath when you suddenly feel his hand on your back again, pushing you gently towards the door right before he leaves. You are still certain he has no idea he’s doing it.

The night air feels almost too cold against your warm cheeks. You fumble with your keys for an embarrassingly long time before you get the door open. You can’t understand why suddenly your mind is completely overtaken by the thought of the Princess’ knight giving you such attention. You’ve never felt this starstruck around the Princess, and she, at least, is going to be crowned as the Queen of Hyrule one day.

You curse. There’s no other explanation: it has to be your students’ ‘heromania’ trying to overtake you.

[twilightaurora]

bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

sneak peek: before battle, link pulls you aside with a request. he wants to wear his barbarian armor into the fight, but he needs help with the paint patterns of the set. after all, the attack bonus only happens when the purple paint completes the armor. won't you help him?

pairing: sage (totk!link) x fem!reader, background chain (no wind) x fem!reader (poly) – this will be four parts! one for sage, wild, and cal, then the triplets together ;)

warnings: 18+ content! (do NOT interact with this unless you have an age indicator in your bio - I WILL block you) cursing, spitting, handjobs/masturbation, hair pulling, praising, mentions of oral (m! receiving), sage is a big tease, a little bit of exhibitionism (public setting, but you're alone), jealousy ;) biting (forgive me if sage is ooc, he's just a little gremlin in my eyes) this is mostly teasing – the good stuff will come in part four ;)

word count: 6.4k

a/n: i want sage in a way that is concerning to feminism i think (/j... or am i??) this is dedicated to @neverchecking who fueled my brain rot xD this series is for you >:D

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does. 

The chain landed in his Hyrule the day before, appearing on the borders of Zora’s Domain. The shift wasn’t terrible this time – for you anyway. Hylia, whether intentionally or not, had dumped you directly atop Time and Twilight. 

In your humble opinion, Time made a much worse cushion than his successor. With his broad chest and stiff armor, the eldest hero was less than comfortable to land on. Twilight, on the other hand, managed to grasp a hold of your waist in the midst of the fall, and dragged you into him as the three of you went down. You ended up landing mostly atop Twilight, much to your thanks. However, you could still feel the harsh press of Time’s armor against your sides.

“Oof,” you grunt as the air escapes your chest involuntarily. Pressing a hand to your ribs, you suck in a grateful breath of air as you lean forward. 

A hand slips around your hips as another gently taps against your back.

“You alright there, darl’?” 

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable. 

His hand rubs sweetly against your side as you cough. Sitting up with a huff, you feel Twilight hum as you lean away from his chest. Awkwardly, you shimmy off his lap to land between him and Time, smiling with a little chuckle, you nod. 

“Yeah, m’okay,” you smile, feeling your breath return. “You?”

Twilight chuckles, shifting and stretching his back. The three of you landed on your backs, facing skyward as the portal closed above you. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to leave you winded. 

“M’alright, too. What about ya,’ Time? Ya’ good, old man?” Twilight turns over his shoulder to look at Time with a toothy grin. You catch a glimpse of his sharpened canines and have to look away before he catches your lingering stare. 

Time huffs, rubbing his own hand against the chest-plate of his armor. 

“Watch it, pup,” the eldest murmurs, but there’s no heart in it. Especially when you find the grin twisting the corner of his mouth upwards. “I’m okay. Is everyone all here?”

“We’re good!” 

The reply comes from Wind, the youngest already standing and looking around the new environment. His hands are on his hips and there’s a beaming grin on his lips. 

“Speak for yourself, kid,” Legend grunts. The Vet is pulling himself from a pile of limbs, buried beneath the forms of Hyrule, Sky and Wild. “You didn’t land at the bottom of the pile.”

A resounding groan comes from Sky as he weasels his way from underneath the others, offering his own complaint. 

“Four’s a little woozy, but other than that we’re doing fine,” Warriors inputs, his form crouched beside the mentioned hero. Four is on his hands and knees, panting as he attempts to right himself. Shifts are always a little different for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the other parts of him still constrained within one form, but he didn’t quite know. 

“I’ll be fine, Wars. Just gimme’ a few minutes.” 

Time is on his feet a moment later, turning back to you with a sweet smile and offering a hand. 

“Thank you,” you hum as you slip your fingers into his own. Twilight props you up as you begin to stand, his hand sliding from your back to a fraction lower. When you turn over your shoulder to shoot him a look, Twilight gives you a wolfy smile and a little wink before he begins to stand as well. You roll your eyes goodnaturedly and ignore the flash of heat that zings through your gut. 

“Of course, sweetheart,” Time murmurs, brushing the dirt off your tunic as you fix yourselves. “Anyone know where we are?” 

“It’s my Hyrule,” comes Sage’s voice. The Hero of the Zonai is looking down at his Purah Pad, scanning through something as he speaks. “We landed pretty close to Zora’s Domain. If we’re lucky we can make it there before nightfall.” 

Wild nods, brushing off his tunic as he confirms Sage’s words. 

“I recognize Inogo Bridge,” he muses as slings a Lynel Bow over his shoulders. “Is the road to the Domain as overrun here as it is in mine?” 

Sage hums as he filters through his weapon inventory, eventually summoning a Zonaite Sword that’s been fused to some monster part that the others don’t recognize. That Fuse ability of his is still something the Chain is getting used to. 

“It’s not so bad. I cleared it out before the last Blood Moon, but I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone.” 

Time leaves your side to join Sage and Wild. Cal fills his empty place easily, a little grin on his lips as he scans over your form. When he finds no injuries, his smile broadens, giving you a nod as you lean forward to pat his cheek sweetly. The pinkish hue of his cheeks is too cute. 

“I’m fine, Cal, really,” you murmur, leaning into the Hero as he blushes. 

“Just checking, is all.” 

You smile, pecking Cal’s cheek as you leave his side to join the other heroes. Time has his arms crossed over his chest as Sage speaks, his one eye still shut and his armor glinting in the sun. 

“Okay,” the Hero of Time begins, scanning over the Chain as he mulls over his words. “We move in an hour. That should give everyone a chance to recover from the shift. We should prepare for a fight – with our luck, the road will probably be overrun.” 

The rest of the Chain offer various forms of agreement, beginning to move away as they shift through their various belongings. You pull your pouch to your front and untangle the strings as you rifle through the magically enhanced insides. Finding the bottles you’re searching for, you count the number of healing potions and fairies still on your person. Mentally accounting for the rest of the chain and the number of potions you know are in Wild’s slate, you hum thoughtfully. There’s enough. As long as nothing goes terribly wrong, everything should be just fine. 

A moment later, your name is called. 

Lifting your head, you find Sage’s eyes across the clearing. The Hero of the Zonai finds your gaze and lifts his hand to beckon you closer. 

“C’mere, sunflower,” he smiles, the glint in his eyes reflecting something deeper. His grin looks a little too close to a smirk, and your heart skips a beat. He wants something. “I need your help with something.”

You follow his motion with a silly tumble of your stomach. Sage never fails to make your gut flip and your skin warm. You’re so weak for this man and he’s not even doing anything. 

“What’s up, Sage?” 

The hero is already wearing different clothes from the ones he landed in. You recognize them – you’ve seen his barbarian armor before. He and Wild – as well as Cal, you’ve come to learn, each have a set of the ‘armor.’ You’re hardly sure it can be called armor, given how little it actually seems to protect during battle. Wild had mentioned the armor was enhanced by the Great Fairies, giving him some kind of magical boost during battle. You didn’t really understand it, but you believed him. The triplets were wonders on the battlefield, and with the addition of the armor, you could tell their prowess seemed to grow. 

However, though Sage dons the leg wraps and the chest guard, the helm is still missing. When you step closer to the hero, you notice he’s suspiciously missing something else too. 

There’s no paint decorating his skin. 

The fur of his boots and at his shoulders ruffles with the soothing breeze, and you desperately try to keep your eyes away from the toned lines of his abdomen. Sage, however, seems to notice your struggle, because his grin only seems to broaden. 

When you reach his side, Sage holds something out to you. 

A paintbrush. 

“Can you help me with this, pretty? I can’t reach my back as easily as you can.” 

You have to battle against the way your stomach flutters. Skin warming and fingers twitching, you reach out to grab the brush from Sage’s outstretched hand. 

“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I don’t know the pattern as well as you.” 

Sage gives you another grin, humming sweetly as he reaches for your hands. His skin is warm as he pulls you closer. 

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll help you, love. Just come with me, please?” 

The look he gives you makes your knees weak. His lidded eyes are filled with something you can’t decipher, and his pretty cerulean irises are peering down at you with something dark in their depths. The way he leans forward over you is troubling given the way your heart clenches. 

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you whisper, smiling back at the hero.

Sage leads you away from the camp the Chain begins to build. You’re not quite sure what the distance is for, but you assume he must want some privacy given how close the paint is to… 

Oh. 

Sage smirks as you begin to realize what he’s asked you to do. His grip on your hand tightens and you press your lips together to repress the way your cheeks warm. Your stomach flips and something hot surges between your thighs. 

“You finally realize what I’m asking you, pretty girl?” 

Goddesses, this man is too much for you. 

You offer Sage a look, feeling suddenly small beneath his heated gaze. His blonde locks are loose and hanging delicately around his face, and you want to run your fingers through the silky tresses. You wonder what kind of sound he’ll make if you tug on them. 

Turning back to you when he’s deemed the distance enough, Sage gives you another smirk and pulls you close. He clutches your hips in his hands, tugging you closer with lidded eyes and leans down closer to you. Your heart skips a beat as his lips graze over your own, and you surge closer to his pretty mouth. 

Sage chuckles, the low sound making your stomach feel funny. 

“Ah ah, sunflower…” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hips and pressing his waist into your own. “I still need your help – there’s no attack boost without the body paint, you know?” 

You huff, shooting him a withered look at Sage grins. The hero pulls out the paint he uses for such purposes, outstretching it towards you as he motions towards the paintbrush. 

“Please, my love? You can start with my legs.” 

You nearly roll your eyes at his honey-sweet tone, giving him another look as you accept the paint. Your stomach flips again when Sage leans back, resting his weight against a tree behind him. The hero spreads his legs a bit, offering you the space between them as he looks down at you. 

With something hot rippling beneath your skin, you realize what he beckons for you to do. Huffing, you drop to your knees at Sage’s feet and look up at him with your brows raised. You find the man already looking down at you with a toothy grin, and something feral in his expression makes you even weaker to his salacious smirk. 

“This what you wanted, Sage?” 

“That’s perfect, sweet girl. You know I love you on your knees for me,” he purrs. “You know what the pattern looks like?”

You offer a small nod, shifting your eyes to the empty expanse of his toned thighs. On your knees, your head comes up to his hips, and you’re given a beautiful view of his gorgeous legs. The little skirt the armor uses barely covers more than a few inches beneath his hips, and you’re given more than an eyeful of his pretty, bare skin. 

Turning back to the paint in your hands, you dip the paintbrush in the royal purple color and lift it back towards his skin. Looking back up at him once, Sage inclines his head in a nod and you melt underneath his dark eyes. 

You start at his legs, dragging the paintbrush across his right leg. On his outer thigh, you paint the crossing pattern that you’ve seen span over his legs. You definitely have not been paying close attention to the pattern that the armor always dons… 

Flushing at the memory, you feel your thighs weaken, so you spread your knees farther apart to counter the weight. Head spinning as you finish the first leg, you look back up at Sage. He’s still watching you, one of his hands lifting to brush some of your hair out of your eyes sweetly, you melt into his hand. He gives you an uncharacteristically tender look before he nudges you back to your job. 

When you turn to the other leg, you find the leather drop sheath encasing his upper thigh. The dagger in the holster glints in the sun, but that’s not why your stomach flips. 

“Can I…” you murmur, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Can I take this off? I think the paint goes across here, doesn't it?” 

Sage hums, a knowing smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers across your scalp again. Leaning his hips forward towards you, you feel another lick of heat flick between your thighs. 

It’s so… hot. Everything is so hot. You know he’s teasing you, but it’s working. 

By the Three, is it working... 

Sage makes no move to take the holster off himself, simply offering you his hips and looking down at you through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty. Take it off f’me.” 

You melt beneath his gaze, shakily lifting a hand to his legs. Your brain is racing and your thoughts are so fuzzy. Sage knows exactly how to make you weak beneath him. It takes so little effort. In any other situation, you’d probably throw a playful swat for such behavior, but when Sage gives you that lustful smirk, you find you’ll do anything he says – as long as he keeps looking at you like that, you’ll do anything and everything. 

When your fingers find the holster, skimming across the pretty, pale skin of his inner thigh, Sage keens. Goosebumps ripple across his flesh where your fingers were, leaving a trail of little bumps in a pattern across his skin. Knocking his head back against the tree trunk, Sage hums out a sweet sound and pushes his hips closer to you. 

“Hnng…” 

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds. 

You want to hear more. As his hips roll forward, you become more than aware of how close his waist is to your face. It takes every fiber of restraint you have not to drift your hand just an inch closer to the edge of his little skirt. 

Loosening the strap of his sheath, you begin to pull the leather from around his thigh. Dragging it down his legs, you drop it at his feet and look back up at him. 

Sage still has his head thrown back against the tree, his lips tugged upwards in a hazy look with his eyes closed. You’re so tempted to brush your lips across the span of his inner thigh, just where you need to paint. Your legs clench, the heat beginning to swell between your own thighs. Before you stand back up on your knees, the leather discarded at Sage’s feet, you indulge your fantasies. Darting forward, you drag your lips across the pale skin of his inner thigh, grinning when Sage curses. 

“Oh, Hylia,” he hisses, eyes prying open to glare down at you. You grin and Sage reaches a hand out to flick your forehead. 

“Keep going, sunflower. There’s still more to paint, and we’ve only got an hour,” he coos. “If you’re quick, maybe I’ll give you a reward for being so good for me.” 

You hurriedly dip the paintbrush back into the violet ink and Sage chuckles in that deep tone that makes your insides mushy. You finish the second crossing pattern on his leg before Sage’s eyes open again. 

Looking up at him, you lift off your knees and sit up. Now closer to his stomach, you hum shakily and whisper quietly. 

“I can’t remember the entire pattern on your chest, Sage. M’gonna need some help.”

“Of course, my love,” he muses sweetly. His hand is back at your scalp, gently scratching at your scalp and grinning when you keen into his hands. He loves when you go limp in his grasp. Oh, Hylia – he wants to see the look on your face when he yanks the strands back. Would you make a pretty sound for him when he does? Would you beg him to do it again? 

He wants to find out. 

Sage loves the sound your voice makes when you beg him so sweetly. He remembers the way your hips canted up into his own not so long ago, desperate for him to roll back into you as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes slide back shut at the memory, feeling his cock stiffen beneath the skirt of his armor. It twitches and Sage can barely contain the urge to drag your hand beneath the waistband to solve the growing problem. He can so clearly recall the touch of your fingertips against the head of his cock. 

Fuck, it’s so hot. 

“There’s a line across each of my ribs. They go around my back,” he manages to choke out. “Do those first.” 

You obey him without complaint, dragging the soft bristles of the brush across his chest just beneath where the chest-plate ends.  The bristles tickle across his ribs, and in any other circumstance, they might have elicited a silly giggle from the usually so stoic hero. However, Sage is far more distracted by the throbbing beneath his waistband to spare the attention for such sensations. 

As you lean back on your heels, tilting your head to assess if the short lines of pain across Sage’s abdomen are even, the hero chuckles again. Licking his lips, he gives you that feral grin that makes your heart clench. Pushing off the tree, he twists around to give you his back. 

“They go down to my waistband,” he murmurs. “You remember ‘em?” 

You offer a vague nod, too distracted by the cutting lines of his hips. Sage eats up the attention. 

With a racing mind, you finish the pattern, dragging the brush from mid-back downwards to the small of his back. When you lift a hand to the edge of his skirt, pulling the edge slightly to dip the brush beneath his waistband, Sage shivers. 

You grin. 

When he turns back to you, he speaks with a flash of sharpened canines. You nearly squirm at his feet, a notion Sage adores. 

“Now my hips.” 

You swallow thickly. 

Before dipping the brush back into indigo paint, you bite the edge of your lip and push back the smirk that attempts to show. You have an idea. 

“Sage…” you hum sweetly, leaning closer to the hero’s waist. Just an inch from the waistband of his skirt, you pull one of your hands up from the ground to rest against the bare skin of his hip. The toned skin of his waist flexes under the touch of your fingers, and you watch Sage’s closed eyes twitch. 

Perfect. 

“Can you help me, darling? I can’t remember how this looks?” 

Sage’s eyes pry open, seemingly with immense difficulty, and the hero’s dilated pupils meet your own. Blown wide with some kind of primal emotion, Sage’s flushed cheeks spread into a grin as he registers your words. You lean closer to his hips, your fingers delicately tracing shapes over his side. You try desperately to restrain a scheming grin when Sage pushes closer to your hands. 

“‘Course, my sunflower. S’just a triangle over my waist. I’ll help you.” 

When one of his hands reaches for yours, you beam. Sage gently lifts your fingers, pulling you closer by your wrist until your front is nearly pressed up against his legs. He looks down at you with that feral, dominant look he knows you love, and you shiver. Your heart thunders beneath your ribs and Sage adores the way you move so easily for him. Always so eager to obey his commands… Goddesses he loves you. He’ll treat you so well after this – he promises. 

Lifting your hand, he helps you drag the paintbrush over his right hip and carefully draws the triangular shape across his waist. He twists a little, allowing you to finish the shape at his back. With another silly grin, he begins to help you start the other side. 

“There you go,” he coos with batting lashes. “Doin’ so well f’me. That’s just perfect.” 

When you finish his hips, Sage helps you paint the three dots on his front before moving to allow you to replicate the same at the small of his back. 

Then, you’ve reached the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. The last part of his barbarian armor – the handprints.

Sage twists back to his front, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead – a sweet caress compared to the way he’s been looking at you. He’s always so adoring in the way he treats you, even when he’s manhandling you beneath him. When he pulls your legs over his shoulders, darkened irises scanning over your bare hips, Sage always presses a chaste kiss to your calf to apologize for the stretch of your muscles. Always so sweet to the one he loves. 

“Thank you for helpin’ me. Now, give me your hand, sweet thing.” 

You obey, hand already outstretched with your palm facing skywards. Offering him the brush, freshly dipped in orchid-colored paint, Sage hums and accepts. He delicately cradles the back of your hand and begins to coat your fingers in violet ichor. The clay feeling of the paint sinks into your skin, and you sit obediently as Sage paints your palms. 

His eyes flick upwards to meet your eyes with another teasing grin. 

“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you, pretty?” 

You nod, a matching smile on your lips. 

“Good,” Sage purrs, finally finishing the coat of paint across your palm. “C’mere then.” 

He twists to give you his spine first. You grin, reaching forward with your unpainted hand to pull gently at his waistband. Sage’s head knocks back as you nudge the skirt lower. When you can clearly see the small of his back, accentuated by his thin waist – his slutty waist, in your opinion – you lift the violet hand and carefully lay it across his spine. 

Sage hums, head still tilted backwards and his eyes closed. 

Before lifting your palm, you lean forward, eyes closing as your lips graze over the bare skin of his hip. Sage’s skin is hot, flushed red with the rush of warmth surging beneath his waistband. His cock twitches again. 

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly. 

Twisting back around to the front and reclining back against the tree, Sage is careful not to smudge the paint you freshly smeared across his back. Inclining his hips forward again, the Hero of the Zonai gives you that feral look once more before his hand lifts and he’s beckoning you closer. 

“Just one more…” Sage teases, beginning to paint your palm once more. “One more and I’ll reward you.” 

You shiver, the rumble of his voice seemingly sinking beneath your skin to sink into your chest. He makes you so weak. Perhaps it’s something about the way dominance seems to radiate from him during moments like this. All he has to do is bat those blonde lashes and give you that feral, little grin, and you’re putty in his hands. Well, you suppose it’s not so bad. Sage always treats you so well. 

“Yeah, you want that, huh? ‘Course, you do… I always treat you so good, don’t I?” 

You hum in response, shuffling forward on your knees, “Yeah, I want that, Sage. Please?” 

Sage coos, a teasing smile stretched across his lips. He strokes one of his hands over your cheeks before it crawls behind your neck. Cupping your head, he runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull. Your thighs clench again. Sage does the same thing when your mouth is preoccupied with something else – running his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his pretty hips. His head shifts between tossing back and staring down at your face, as if he can’t decide if he wants to give in to pleasure or if he can’t stand to look away. And he always sounds so pretty when you go down on him. 

“Ahh, I love it when you beg so sweetly for me, my darling. Finish this and I’ll give you what you want.” 

Releasing your hand, Sage drops the brush and lays back beckoning you forward with a lustful expression. When you shuffle again, inching closer, the hero pulls you forward by the back of your head and your stomach flutters. Offering you his waist, you lift your unpainted fingers with only a single tremor of your awaiting hand. 

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command. 

“Pull ‘em down, pretty thing. You’ll need to see what you’re doing, right?” 

You huff, unable to offer a teasing remark in return, simply too transfixed on the sharp lines that lead down his waist. The v-line beckons you, guiding down where you want him most. 

Brushing your fingers across his waistline, you find the band of his skirt. Looking up at him once, Sage watches you with fluttering lashes as you begin to nudge the waistband. Tugging on it, Sage pushes his hips towards you to help you pull the skirt down onto his hip bones. 

It goes slow – tantalizingly slow. Revealing bare skin inch by inch, you lean forward to press a kiss to his left hip, but Sage’s fingers grip the back of your neck harshly. Tugging gently at the strands of your hair, your stomach flutters and heat prickles between your thighs. You let out a little grunt and Sage grins wide. His body shivers, seemingly pleased at the tiny sound of pleasure that fell from your lips. 

“Not yet…” Sage coos. “Be patient, sunflower.” 

You give the hero a haughty look, but obey regardless of the sweltering heat building in your panties. 

Weaseling the waistband downwards, you feel your heart jump into your throat. With more of his heavenly hips exposed, you feel another wave of heat flush through your skin. Each of your nerves seems to jump with adrenaline, and you eagerly lift your violet hand to finish the task appointed to you. Finally, you stop tugging at his skirt, leaving the waistband just above his dick. You know it’s uncomfortable, given how it twitches beneath the cloth of his skirt, flexing upwards at your teasing. Sage gives you an unimpressed look, motioning for you to finish. 

So delicately, you press your palm against his pelvis, the purple paint sinking into his bare skin. Fingers following after, you teasingly rest your hand between the sharp edges of his v-line – just above the throbbing muscle between his thighs. 

Sage keens, his head finally tossing back against the tree with another delicious sound. His hips push forward into your hands, tugging you closer to his waist by your neck. The other hand drops across his eyes, hiding his flushed cheeks in his elbow. 

“Hah… fuck.” 

With his arm hiding his eyes, you finally lean forward away from his fingers and leave a kiss on the edge of his v-line just beside your violent hand. Sage grunts, clenching his jaw as your warm mouth opens to drag your tongue over the dip in his hips. 

“By the three…” he whines, finally scrambling to tug at your hair again. Pulling you away, you drag your hand away from his pelvis with a feral grin of your own. Looking up at your work, you watch as Sage pants, his chest heaving with each breath. 

When he finally shifts his arm, his eyes prying open to find your scheming smile, Sage huffs and tightens his hold of your neck. Tugging you closer, he drops his other hand to slide two of his fingers beneath the waistband of his little skirt. Tugging at the band by his hip, he drags it another inch downwards with a primal grin. 

The paint must be working – that ‘fighting spirit’ finally kicking in. 

Wild had tried to explain it before; the magic the armor gives them. He said it enhanced his attack in battle, by somehow ‘bolstering his fighting spirit.’ However, when you questioned what that meant, Wild had gotten a little shifty. His cheeks had flushed and he rubbed his hands together, simply waving off your question with a simple “don’t worry about it.” 

But you’re not stupid. 

You’ve seen the way the triplets get a little more… primal with the armor on. They’re more aggressive, quicker to jump into battle in an attempt to burn off the adrenaline surging beneath their skin. It makes their eyes glint with something dangerous, and you’re not ashamed to say that you quite like the way they look. 

“My good girl…” Sage coos, still dragging down his skirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Will you help me with one more thing, my love? Just one more?” 

You nod before he even finishes his words. 

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises. 

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

Then, Sage finally pries his skirt from his hips, letting the fur material slide off his waist and drop to the forest floor in a single motion. You only have a fraction of a second to admire his bare skin before his pretty cock fills your vision. Nearly slapping against his stomach, Sage’s dick twitches just once when you shift to look at it. The hero keens into your grip when you lean forward, painted hand sliding over his hip where you know the skirt will hide the smeared violet color. 

Sage’s cock, hard and already leaking at the pretty-pink tip, lays against his stomach. It ends at the tip of the purple handprint you had just pressed into his pelvis, almost as if you had known exactly how long his dick was. 

The Hero of the Zonai grins in that feral way, his form nearly radiating with primal dominance. He slides his other hand down across his stomach, taking care to avoid the fresh streaks of paint. Sage wraps a hand around his cock, tugging gently and stroking until it comes to its full hardness. He suppresses the sweet whine that desperately wants to escape – you have to work for those sounds if you want to hear them. 

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.” 

Your head tilts back into Sage’s hand, squeezing your legs together as something warm drips between them. Opening your lips, you look up at Sage as the hero smirks. 

“So good… thank you, darling,” he coos sweetly, moving his hand to run his thumb over your bottom lip with a dark look. Leaning forward, Sage spits into your open mouth with a smirk. 

Swallowing obediently, Sage hums happily and leans downard again to tug your lips to his own. Groaning into this kiss, Sage pries open your lips to lick into your mouth. Moaning happily, you melt into Sage’s hand, now returned to the back of your head. Sage kisses you wetly, saliva smearing onto your lips as he pants, still tugging at his cock. Pre-cum slides down the head, slicking up the length as he slides his fist over it with a whimpered sound. 

“Mmm…ah” 

When he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, you chase after his mouth with a sigh. Sage grins, his dilated pupils scanning over your flustered face with a haughty look. You watch him tug at his dick, rubbing your thighs to combat the throb between them as he keens into his own hands. 

“Sage…” you whine, trying to shuffle closer. 

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes. 

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” he murmurs with a frown. “You know better. C’mon, wanna’ hear you say it right.” 

Your stomach flutters, his teasing tone making your skin tingle and your head spin. You lean closer to his stomach, whining again. 

Sage frowns, pulling your hair gently to redirect your attention. 

“C’mon, pretty. Say my name – my real name.” 

Your eyes find his, tugging carefully on your bottom lip with your teeth before you whine out the name he wants. 

“Link…” 

Sage – Link groans, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he slicks up his cock again. Tugging fiercely at the length as his gut clenches, heat swelling and twisting in his pelvis with a sweltering warmth. 

“Oh, fuck…” he whines, pushing his hips closer to your face with a twitch of his dick. “That’s it, my pretty girl. Thank you, baby – thank you.” 

Just the sound of his true name on your lips makes him so aroused he can feel his cock throb painfully in his fingers. His hand tugs your head closer, now looking back down at you with those dark irises. Sliding his other hand away from his dick, Link allows your mouth to suck two of his fingers. Tasting the salty pre-cum coating his fingers, you shift on your knees again with a pretty sound. Link smirks. 

“Okay, my sunflower. You want your reward now?” 

Nodding, your tongue still flicking over his two fingers, you lean closer. Purple paint smears onto both your hands, and you know there are streaks of it on both of Link’s hips. You hope the other’s don’t see – or perhaps, you hope they haven’t paid too close attention to where the paint is supposed to go. You think you can feel little smudges of the orchid clay spreading across your throat where Link is clutching your neck, but you forget about it when Sage whines again as you lick over his fingers like you would his dick. The pretty sound makes you drip, and the panties you’re wearing are surely soiled now. 

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper. 

Link grins again, then pulls his fingers from your mouth and pulls you into his waist. Heat in his stomach and cock throbbing, purple paint decorating his pretty skin, Link slides a hand around his dick and taps it against your lips. 

“Good,” he murmurs, abs clenching as heat continues to stir. “Then suck and I’ll give you another.”

When an hour passes and you and Sage return to the temporary camp, the Chain turns to find faint streaks of smeared paint across Sage’s waist and a lilac tint on your palms. You’re both grinning, wild smiles on your cheeks as you step back into camp. Sage is in his barbarian armor, the skirt ruffled and twisted around just slightly and the helm now on his head. If Wild looks close enough, he can see a faint, dark mark on Sage’s inner thigh, just barely obscured by the skirt of the armor set.

“Are you kidding?” Wild exclaims as the two of you enter camp. He had to paint the armor himself when he could have just asked for you to do it? 

Wild and Cal are both in their barbarian armor, having painted on the violet patterns themselves. The former rolls his eyes as he watches Sage follow you, a smirk on his lips. He finds Wild staring at him and his expression only seems to grow more teasing. Cal shifts on his feet uncomfortably, finding your eyes and offering you a bashful look. 

“What?” Sage responds, his fanged grin still beaming. 

Wild grunts, huffing as he steps closer to you, beginning to pull you away from the other hero. The long-haired hero shoots Sage a glare, but the elder hero only seems to enjoy the spotlight. Wild wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close as he finds a streak of orchid-colored clay across your throat – a fingerprint shaped print. 

“You have other armor that gives you an attack boost, you know?” Wild grunts towards Sage, jealousy swirling angrily in his stomach. 

“Yeah, but I wanted this one,” Sage smiles. “And our darling just wanted to help me with the paint – didn’t you, my sunflower?” 

You offer a shy smile to Wild, feeling suddenly flustered beneath both their gazes. 

Some of the other members of the Chain slowly begin to congregate in the center of the camp, drawn to the chatter. Wind remains over the ridge of camp, scouting the path ahead with Four. Legend scans over Sage’s slightly smudged paint and your ruffled appearance, rolling his eyes and huffing. 

“Could have been more subtle, Sage,” the Veteran sighs. 

“But what’s the fun in that,” said hero responds, sending Legend a grin. 

Legend simply rolls his eyes again, stepping forward and licking his thumb to scrub away the paint across your throat. You shrink under his gaze, feeling so shy with their attention now on you. Legend scrubs gently and you shiver at the feeling of his saliva against your skin. 

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs. 

“Sorry, Vet.” 

Wild, still at your side, pulls at your tunic and straightens your ruffled appearance, wiping away something at the corner of your mouth. You shy away from their attention with a flutter of your stomach. When Legend is satisfied, he sends you a knowing look before he turns back to Hyrule. 

Wild hums thoughtfully at your left, and you twist to face him. You tilt your head, silently questioning Wild’s thoughts. The hero follows your titled head, eyes dilating as he examines your swollen lips. Lifting a hand, he brushes over the bottom lip with lidded eyes and something dark flashes across his expression. 

Oh no – you know that look. 

“Wild…” you murmur carefully. 

The Hero of the Wilds meets your eyes with a smirk of his own, leaning close until his mouth is pressed against your ear. He breathes a warm sigh over your skin and enjoys the way you weaken in his arms. When he’s sure the Chain isn’t looking, he drops a hand to squeeze one of your thighs, briefly dragging a finger across the seam of your pants. You keen into Wild’s chest with a breathy sound and the hero sighs happily.

“After we reach Zora’s Domain,” he whispers, voice saccharine like the honey he cooks with. His mouth presses a sweet kiss to the skin of your throat, pecking it gently before he sets his sharp teeth against your shoulder. You whine quietly into him as they prick your flesh, and Wild bites carefully into your throat with a huff. “It’s my turn…”  

bonus:

sage, walking back into camp: sorry i'm late I was doing stuff

reader, emerging from behind sage: i'm stuff! :D

[bigfan-fanfic]

Did it Hurt? When You Fell From Heaven? (Male!Reader x TotK!Link)

Link reclines on the cushioned chair you bade him sit in.

"Does this hurt?" you ask, gently rotating his arm through it's full range of motion.

Not his left arm, but the strange new right one, covered in dark grey fur and wearing a strange bronze-ish gauntlet that seems like neither mineral nor metal.

Despite this, it is warm and responds to his movements.

You examine the off-color nails, a little sharp, seemingly almost claws. Clearly not a Hylian arm.

You work as a physician at Lookout Landing for now, being one of the few people in the world with power over magic. Your healing talent has been invaluable during the Upheaval.

You befriended Link in the last days of the Calamity, trying to teach him some of your magic at the behest of Impa.

And working closely with him on his journey.

"Whatever that thing was, beneath the castle..." he says softly. "It was so strong. I couldn't withstand it. The Master Sword..."

"Well, if that... that Gloom was strong enough to destroy it, then you're lucky the arm was the only part of you damaged." you reply.

You take his hand and bend his wrist, going through its full extension. He squeezes your hand.

"You won't get rid of me that easily." Link smiles, even if it is wan and worried.

"Good. I better not."

You explore the discolored markings along his side, the strange branding that isn't quite a tattoo, and isn't quite an impact burn. "Is this tender?"

"You're always tender with me." Link chuckles, and you gently poke his side.

"I'll take that as a no, then."

"So, Doc... what's wrong with me?" Link sits up and grabs your hand again, bringing it up to his face to kiss the back.

For a moment, you're distracted, but chuckle instead.

"It seems like that Raaru character checks out. His arm seems to fit you as if it were your own. Range of motion is approximately the same, and initial examination doesn't suggest any problems. You said he was much taller?"

"Well, he was floating and translucent at the time."

"Right." you tut. You've been through weirder, having been apprentice in magic to the Lord of the Mountain. "Well, it seems his arm has been resized to fit you. All the tendons are in the right place as though it were the same size."

"That's a relief. It'd be pretty unlucky to have a huge right arm weighing me down while swinging a sword."

You smile, and he pulls you onto the reclining seat, wrapping both arms around you.

"I'm sorry for worrying you." he whispers, pressing his cheek to your stomach.

"You came back. That matters more."

He chuckles. "I fell out of the sky!"

"Wow. I'm never surprised at things anymore." you respond, deadpan, and Link guffaws.

"Come on. Ask me."

"Ask you what?"

"If it hurt when I fell from heaven."

You groan and he pulls you into a kiss.

Princess Zelda has confided in you that the Link she knew was stoic to a fault, never wasting words and barely ever showing emotion.

You could see that Link emerge as his memories returned, but he wasn't the same. He was still goofy, and expressive, and fun.

Maybe he wasn't her Link anymore.

Maybe he was yours.

And as he kisses you and makes his jokes, you smile against his mouth. Whatever happens, it'll be okay.

Because you'll take it on together.

[aviradasa]

I need someone to request for link from legend of Zelda botw. I found my Nintendo and I started playing and I realized I still crush on that man 😭 I thought I was free 💀

[hystericstar]

maybe some body worship with Wild Link where reader is the one giving him compliments and affections while all focus is all on his pleasure and making him feel good? I mean the poor man already was covered in battle scars from the great calamity but now his arm got coruppted and replaced with a magic goat king's and I just hnnnnng he needs the good glug glug tbh 🥺

YESSS!!! 100% BESTIE!!!

My fav thing in totk is getting to play happy link dress up time 🤭🤭 hes so pretty!! not proofread

! MDNI !

“So good.” You hummed, gently kissing his red tip, as you gazed up at him through your eyelashes. “Relax for me, mmkay? You deserve it.”

His head fell back against the wall, his hand on his mouth trying to suppress a whimper. “B-baby-“

“No. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You ran a hand up his chest, resting it above his heart. “You’re so brave.” You kitten licked his tip. “And so so kind.” Another kiss. “My hero.” You whispered against him, breath ticking his shaft and coaxing a few twitches and whines out of him. “I-“ He could only gasp as you trailed your tongue up his abdomen, gently sucking and biting the skin as you worked your way higher.

Slowly, you grabbed his hand and moved it up to your lips. Links breath hitched when you kissed every knuckle, never once daring to break eye contact. “So pretty.”

His eyes watered for a reason he couldn’t quite place, but all he knew for certain was that in this moment, he was safe. Safe from monsters, prying eyes, expectations. Nothing else existed right now. All that he saw was you and the halo he swore was above your head.

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short n sweet! I wish I could make it longer but I really wanted to get this out and my shits about to die 💀

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain! :)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (ur here!)

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (you/they/them), Guide Reader!

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Scenarios?

Stars: Wind, Wild, Sage, C*urage, K*ridai

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: i included the link from K*oridai (faces of evil), and the brunette Link from that old cartoon tv show,

& Trigger Warnings: none known.

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Wind (Wind Waker):

Misses being a big brother

LMAOOO I CAME FOR UR THROAT HAHAAA

ok chill chill he's doing okay

He's just not used to being the youngest in any given group, he used to be the oldest kid in charge of the younger ones and his little sister too

But dont get him wrong! He rlly does love the advantages that come with it,

and when he's feeling down abt not being older u usually cheer him up by reminding him he can be the biggest little shit he wants and every single Link will forgive him once he pulls out his baby seal eyes lmao

Ur the easiest to rope into horse playing/goofing off and he's very happy abt that

The others can be too serious for too long so he appreciates how u and him lighten them up by trying to give each other noogies (he loses most of the time)

As soon as Wind found out the others could play instruments, he immediately demanded they do campfire songs every night lol

(Most of the time one person caves, even just to idly play smth)

Likes inventing weird new games to play that'll convince as many other people to particpate, he used to do it back home too, like finding the prettiest rock on the island, that way his grandma and even adults could play too :)

Needs to sleep beside someone at night, bc he secretly likes it, back on his adventure going to sleep all by himself (unlike living with his grandma/sister) always was a little hard for him

Very hard to wake up in the morning, sleeps in the latest out of all the Links

("I'm a growing boy? Ofc i need my sleep, whats ur excuse??" @ the other Links who sleep in late lol)

Likes to sew! He's still learning, but his grandma used to teach him how so he could help her keep up with his growth spurts/recklessness tearing his clothes up

Idolizes u forever if you embroider, and will watch u like those videos of someone's cat who's fascinated by watching owner craft smth lol (like this ⚫️v⚫️)

Enjoys making stoic people crack their persona and laugh

Also has the wheeziest laugh youve ever heard, it makes u laugh every time, even when he started laughing over a dumb pun

Oh yeah, makes a foul amount of dad jokes for someone whos only like 14 💀

(He once managed to break Time and Legend, which then broke Wars and Twi, and it just continued down the Chain until everyone was crying or on the ground, he wears that shit like a badge and it literally made his confidence go 📈 puffed his chest out and everything lol)

Wild (Breath of the Wild):

U already know everything there is to know abt him??

I dont even have to say it, and it shows when ur around him lol

Like he'll go to do smth stupid like shield surf down death mountain in a unknown Hyrule, and before anyone can even realize thats what he's planning to do you've caught and stopped him and made a compromise to shield surf down some snow bluffs later instead

Or when u know he's gotten new ingredients in some other Link's Hyrule and is going to try and cook with them tonight, so u help him make a regular meal of smth else along with so the boys dont suffer stomaches

Like u can absolutely predict his bullshit all the time, just imagine the most adrenaline junkie thing he could do in that moment with the combination of things around him and you always know what tf he's up to, ur always right lol

Ur the only one who can get him to stop the chaos (besides maybe Time, weirdly enough Sky/Hyrule/Four bc they are the least likely to tell him to stop, so when they do, its usually a very, very bad idea)

Likes hair ornaments, he's got long hair for a reason after all

Likes u to style his hair, and esp if u teach him how to braid or do diff styles <333

He loves that u help cook/at least prep, and u make sure another Link helps too, bc thats a lot of ppl to make food for with little to no help 💀

(Makes u ur fav foods at even the slightest mention of them, like u wont even have to say ur craving Link's already whipped the pan out best housewife fr)

One of the few Links who's adventurous with his clothing, and trying new stuff

Wild was worried abt his Champion tunic getting messed up but was sad he couldn't wear it as much anymore

So u handmade him a new shirt that imitates the old one but with some new designs to represent the Chain! :)

He started crying.

He either hugs so lightly he seems like he's not enjoying it (no true, he's just trying to be polite)

Or he squeezes so hard be pops ur back and nearly breaks a rib

U got the latter for that shirt lol

Any new thing he doesnt remember how to deal with, like how to sew (he knows 1 stitch help), how to wash clothes (dont mix whites and blacks, and colors), how to soothe headaches/muscle aches etc.

He just wanders pitifully over to ur side and looks pitiful lol

Like he's a confused and saddened puppy

And just holds up whatever mess he's made like, "im so sorry, i dont know how to do this pls"

Bc he trusts u to know (the other Links may be hit or miss too tbh lmao)

And ur the least likely to clown him for it too, at least nothing he doesnt also find funny

Sage (Tears of the Kingdom):

So sue me, i enjoy this stupid-definitely-not-canon-unhinged-Link thats done with everyones bullshit and wants to be a hermit

SUEEE MEE ABT ITTTTT✨️

The first time u saw his hair nest and immediately clapped ur hand over u mouth in shock and tried to take a brush to it on sight

He fucking hissed at you.

Feral bitch.

Sage isnt like that all the time, but he was certainly the most distrustful and prickly out of all the Links

(U could smell it was like a defense mechanism from his adventure/past from a mile away, and knew with time that it'd fade away into his true self... like how u just knew Wild that well too)

U are the only person allowed to casually touch him, he shys away from the other Links, let alone strangers,and the first he allowed to help him with his hair

Tbh after u washed it out and got tangles and mats out and cut split ends off etc.

He almost teared up, and was extremely confused why

Def the type to not have realized he felt insecure lowkey abt it until it was fixed (he also was embarrassed to say he didnt rlly know how to take care of it)

Energy of a stray feral cat that leaves dead birds on ur doorstep without fail every morning and u leave a food bowl out in hopes he'll actually be your cat 💀

Extremely protective of you, and eventually the Chain, to the point where he might set someone's hair on fire or use runes on them

Like not enough to seriously injure but enough to scare tf out of ppl and have them running for their lives

(Did he literally growl at someone when they tried to flirt with you?? ... why is Twi encouraging him.)

Was unnerved by Wild at first but slowly got used to him and often butts into whatever private convo u two are having

Like just casually struts up and plops his head on ur shoulder and waits for attention, may complain loudly depending on how grumpy he is that day

(Wild's not getting jealous and constantly hogging u for cooking to get even more time with you what-)

Okay but unfortunately

Once those 2 got comfy with each other, they started tag teaming everyone

Like u can now bet that if an explosion happens in the distance, Sage definitely caused it, and if he's there, then Wild's there making him the explosives

(Same for if Wild's there, then Sage's there)

Def the Link that likes showing the most skin, he "gets overheated easily" - local half naked man justifies his nakedness

(coughtotallynototherreasonslikebeingshirtlessaroundyouallthetimecough)

Absolutely grievous clowning on the other Links, like its getting into bullyinggg 😭

His words are E rated for Everyone, no ones safe not even you

Sage: "wait, all those rings and nobody's ever put one on you? And you've never put on one someone else??🤔🤔"

Legend: ...😦

The rest of the Chain: 💀😭😶

Time, trying to hide he's choking on laughter so hard he's abt to fall into the firepit

Will occasionally team up with Wild to make a protective little border on either side of you while in towns/new Hyrules

U once offered to sing/hum for him after a nightmare while it was ur turn on watch (he sleeps up trees btw) and after u switched off w/other Link, u both went to edge of camp to sleep next to each other and he had the best sleep of his life like that

Now demands begs u to sing him to sleep every night, wont take "i dont sound that good tho" for an answer

Courage (The Legend of Zelda, 1989 Cartoon TV show):

Yeah... he's here too.

Just dont read this tbh

Enjoys being ✨️special✨️ by being the only hero twink out here with brunette hair

Was insecure abt it being curly/wavy until u slowly built his confidence

Bc he's got the most confidence in his strength, but not in much else tbh 😭

Actually will randomly have moments of responsibility or capability you didnt expect out of him bc he can be so silly and jokey all the time

Youll be lost as hell and he just "hey its ok the stars look like this so we go this way" and it works

Like the type of person u sort of avoid relying on bc he's like a playful jock type and then they randomly show theyre the captain of the team for a reason

Dont ask why, but hes good at knitting, shhhh no, no, no explanation he just secretly is he wont even tell u why or how or when he learned this he just "hehe, wouldnt u like to know princeyyy/princesssss/your majestyyyy"

Hyrule, and rest of Chain standing by, went to talk to one of the Great Fairies in a Hyrule once to try and get some info abt where to camp tonight or where nearest town was and before he could get close enough to ask,

Courage was already yelling like "YOOOO BIGGEST FAIRY WHATS UP?! u mind giving some poor lost fellas like us somewhere to go with ourselves tonight??"

They kept talking super casually and she laughed so hard that she let u guys stay near her that night to camp and be under fairy protection like no fairy boy Link needed 💀

Everyone was shocked, and thats how u all found out Courage is rlly good with fairies/their best friend no matter the Hyrule

Every time u guys learn smth new abt him it feels so unexpected, like out of left field or smth

It just never seems to fit his usual persona, or at least not what youd expect from him

So needless to say the first time u guys learned he could talk to magical objects that were powerful enough (like the fucking triforce)-

(this was apparently so normal he literally lived with a piece of it just in his room all the time????)

Has weird mixture of country boy vs. royal prince sensibilities?

It alarmed several Links. 💀

He can talk to Fi.

(Sky and you nearly cried)

Like he lived in the castle alongside Zelda so he inherited some spoiled/etiquette stuff, but he still would absolutely go splash in mud puddles in the rain

Would literally do fucking anything if it meant youd give him a kiss on the cheek

Likes to hug you a lot too, with his huge ass arms lifting u up (no he does not care how much u weigh ur going UP) and spinning u around

Its his favorite, almost as much as kisses

No but he's slay fucking Majora to get a kiss, like it's actually unbelievable and kinda endearing how excited he gets if u promise him one lmao

Koridai (Link: The Faces of Evil):

Omg not them putting Link's name in the title of the gameee i didnt know that 😭😭

Geezzz,, i dont know what im on

But ig heres that other silly ass Link if anyone feels like reading it

Will also fight any god, including Hylia, for a kiss

Actually astoundingly good at strategizing

Like after a few times in heat of battle him organizing Links, Time and Wars practically jumped him to include him in planning shit

He was similar to Courage to in that he just was cracking jokes all the time u didnt expect it, also he's significantly more sarcastic than Courage

U introduced him to dark humor and the laugh he laughed practically burst out of him, he looked shocked by his own laugh lmao

So he also now has a streak of dark humor he shows when u talk for while/sees someone also enjoys it

Its like his not-so-guilty-pleasure

Really good at baking? He apparently learned a lot of miscellaneous skills to better court someone and he now uses them fully to seduce you,

thru gift giving mostly, its is love language besides acts of service :)

(All Links do some amount of acts of service tho <3)

Rlly good at styling hair surprisingly, and at shield surfing??? What

Actually down to try Wild's experimental dishes...

And by that i mean he pranks the rest of you by sneaking the inedible bits into ur food

U may or may not have nearly choked him out for it and now he doesnt do it to you, and even was trying to act all pitiful abt it like "sorry lovely, but i just wanted to tease u bc ur so cute!! 🥺👉👈"

Like,, stfu u little shit 💀

He has the energy of a male orange cat, dont ask why he just is, and specifically the orange cat getting on top of the fridge or stuck between the the screen door and glasss door comically or smth 😭

Hes also loud as hell

One of the worst at stealth unless he just keeps his mouth shut completely, like his whispering is loud

He proclaims his affections very loudly too, like gettin u flowers and chatting ur ear off with what he likes abt u lol

No, like he can go for 20 minutes or more if u let him, u better stop him before he gets into the personality based compliments

Bc those sound wayyy too personal to be aired out in public ngl, like its so soft and domestic itll kill u lol

And he means every word too 👀

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I HATE THIS NEW FEATURE OR FUNCTION I SWEAR THIS DIDNT HAPPEN BEFOREEE!!!

😭😭 U ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHAT IT IS BY NOW, IT FUCKING POSTED MY DRAFT BEFORE IT WAS READY TO GO

God fuck this hellsite stop doing this meee

Thats it im just do what i do for the other blog and write it smwhere else and then copy paste onto the post this is ridiculoussss 😒😒

Well anyway, i hope if u read this before i updated and actually FINISHED THIS u come back and read it again!! :(

Sorry guys, but blame tumblr pls before u blame me 😔

(Yeah theres a lot of emojis leave me alone i feel strongly abt this)

Peace out,

🐤 Peep

I think ill start signing off my name ig, unless u guys wanna call me Moon that works too

[wayfayrr]

Ok, so someone came up with this cute headcannon lol

https://www.tumblr.com/crazylittlejester/751872276831649792/ok-so-i-saw-your-headcannon-about-the-chain-and

And I thought, alright, so he just learned all these languages. Obviously English isn’t one of them, so does he even understand us? I be yelling at him for falling off a cliff, but does he understand?? Or is it like a dog where they don’t know r language but by tone of voice I’m obviously not happy w him. Or also maybe after time he picks up on certain words. Either way still reminds me of a dog lol.

So when I mentioned if I ever take a phone call in front of him, how will he react? Not to what I’m doing but my speaking? Will he also not understand that and just be absolutely confused, or if he understands will he be “on my side” in the conversation even tho he couldn’t hear the other side? Like him I’m talking w my best friend and we’re talking about something stupid but hilarious, would he think it’s funny too? Or if I’m annoyed at the person on the phone and I’m in the mood of “I really don’t wanna talk to u, can u shut up??” Would he be glaring and thinking “if I could get rid of this person for u I would.”?😂

🐰

(it's very funny seeing people have wild as a British accent because a friend once told me that my voice was their hc for wild and I in fact am British and get told I have a 'posh' voice lmfao)

I think that they understand english because hylian isn't the language the games are in yk? they're alive game characters so even if the lore declares that they speak other languages what's actually used for the players is what's seen - English and the other programmed languages are what's used

this is more prominent with botw/totk because there are actually voicelines in the game but for the others too our spoken language is what appears in the text boxes <3

if hyrule was a separate entity and not this shallow empty dead code void in the self aware au I think the multiple language thing would happen - but hyrule doesn't technically exist in the ones where the links get out of the game (different case where reader goes to hyrule ofc but even then hyrule isn't real real, think that lamp looks weird unreal yk?)

only link (and any other sentient characters) are real in this scenario, the second the console is off it's like they're thrown into the void (like pomni at the end of the pilot sdfsv)

I think he'd be insanely curious about what's being said on the other side tbh, he's on your side if there's an argument or anything emotional but other than that he really just wants to know how it works more than anything - it's pure curiosity on his end

[camryn-haitani]

Can I request a Link x reader piece where maybe Reader isn't sure that it's Really Link because the Yiga have been using his form to try to get them? But Link is back and just excited to see his partner?

i love this concept, thank you for the ask🫶🏻

I can’t tell.. is it you?

TW: mention of injuries, failed manipulation (yiga clan), totk link, established relationship, lil angst and fluff

you’re gonna be a lil different bc why not. go slay

you were the goddess of the sky, of course the yiga wanted your power. they would do anything and everything to get it, even if it means getting to the person you love the most.

you have no idea how they found out but they now know that link has been seeing you and not just in the praying to the goddess way. they know you’re romantically with him. it was quite sweet how you two got together.

ever since the sky islands rose up, people’s prayers to you have skyrocketed to plead for their safety. they’re scared, who wouldnt be, you would be too if giant ass land forms shot up in the sky, hoping that ganon wouldn’t make his return.

you are one of the goddesses link had to seek out in his journey to get the blessing of protection. he comes to your sanctuary whenever he’s injured after battles from the enemies of the blue sky, prays for care and support before a big fight, and shelter beside the stone statue you are. link feels… very comforted while sleeping beside your rock figure.

while link is away, you take shape of your human body, watching over whoever prays to you and of course link.

days pass, time flies and link spends almost every night by your side. he gives you offerings and continues to pray. it isn’t until one night where he finds you defaced and broken, crumbled to the floor in pieces.

the yiga have been keeping extra eyes on link since he threw kohga in that hole, they were enraged and devastated. that meant destroying the statue he loves the most. except they didn’t leave their signature mark, so links investigation came to an end of who would do this..

link spent hours putting your pieces back together once again. you walk up next to him and crouch down to his level. his movements stilled… no one can get up here… his eyes move first, laying them on your figure, then his head came next, fully looking at you. you tilt your head as a gesture to say something, anything. you start to get anxious when he opens his mouth but no words come out.

“you… yo-…” he points to the rocks, “you.. yo-…..you.. uhm…” he can’t get his words out. link is starstruck, who are you and how’d you get up here?

“thank you for taking the time and effort to put me back together. me and mother goddess greatly appreciate it.”

link is taken aback by this as he falls backwards. he’s not gonna lie, he’s a little nervous. just who are you and why did you say ‘me’?

“who.. are.. you..?” he finally gets out. you smile the softest he’s ever seen and feels his nerves go to ease. “i’m the goddess of the sky. i’ve granted you the protection and care you’ve prayed for. thank you for keeping me company these passing days.” you offer a hand to help him up. he grabs it and dusts off his clothes as he looks at your features more closely.

you spin on your feet as link circles around you, looking at your features. he starts writing stuff down, you lean over to look at his journal but he moves away like a little girl hiding her diary from her crush. you furrowed your eyebrows in aggravation. link realized what he was doing and immediately started apologizing.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to be secretive. i’m writing down information to report back to lookout landing. i’m so so sorry.” he begs. “no no, don’t do that.” he blinks at you very confused. “why? don’t you want others to know of your existence?” he questions. “the people of hyrule know who i am. i hear their prayers everyday,” you look down at the land below, smiling once again. “not very many people know i can do this.” you gesture to your body.

link makes an ‘o’ with his lips as he listens to your explanation. “so, who knows?” he asks as he sits back on the floor and sits criss cross. “lady impa, champion revali, king rauru and queen sonia. that’s all.” you sit across from him. “how does champion revali know?” he almost shows grimace but fails to control it. you giggle at his expression, “same way you found me. flying around until he found this place in the sky. which i’m very surprised and hylian like you can reach up here.” link looks away as you continue, “revali visited me almost every day. we talked, shared our stories, laughed about our lives but after that day,” you tuck your knees into your chest and stare at the ground, “i couldn’t protect him. the one thing i promised, i couldn’t do it…” just because you were a goddess, doesn’t mean you don’t have emotions. tears pour out from your eyes, letting everything that has built up for years come out.

link rushes over to you, hands cupping your cheeks. “you did all you could, it’s not you fault. ganon got the best of them, all of them. the champions devoted their hearts to saving hyrule and they fought till the end. you protected them and i bet they’re very grateful for that.” he says. you look into his eyes as his calms you down.

he tries to go back to putting your statue back together but you stop him before he tires himself out. “mother goddess will take care of it as she takes care of all of us.” he nods as he yawns and stretches. “rest, hero. you’ve got big days ahead of you.” he props himself up on the lower part of your statue and is out like a light within minutes. your body fades away as a new statue appears behind link.

that was not the last time he’ll see you.

link saw you every day after that.

and you enjoyed every second.

he asked about what king rauru and queen sonia were like, what you’ve witnessed through all these years, and how you became the goddess of the sky.

these talks lasted for hours and your liking for link grew everytime you saw him. he could say the same about you. he loved hearing your stories and yours with his.

link couldn’t go a day without seeing you or thinking of you. he was in love with you and it took him a looong while to realize it so he needed to tell you or else he would explode. he makes a bouquet of sundelions and begins his journey to your sanctuary.

meanwhile, link was already there, talking with you. there was a bad feeling bubbling in your stomach but you ignored it. you listened to whatever he’s saying until something brings you back into reality.

“let me bring you to the surface.”

you shoot link a bewildered look. “uhm, why would you ask that so suddenly?” the bad feeling getting stronger in your stomach. “you know i’ll protect you, i always do.” link says. you look past link to see someone in the entryway… he looks an awful lot like.. link?

link stop in his tracks as the link in front of you shoots him a scowl. “my divinity, who is this?” the real link questions. “i thought..” you start but then there’s a puff of smoke and ofuda papers fly as a yiga member takes a stance with his weapon. you back away as link pulls out his sword and starts to fight with the member.

the fight was intense but in the end, link won. the flowers he held still by your entryway, but he’s not worried about them right now, he’s more worried about you.

“are you ok? did he do anything? i’m sorry i didn’t get here earlier.” he apologizes. you reassure him you’re ok and ask what he was holding earlier. pink dusts his cheeks as he walks back to go get the flowers. link brings them back and gives them to you.

“my divinity, these months have brought me nothing but joy. you make me feel like a normal hylian instead of the hero of hyrule. my heart aches when i’m away from you, as for my heart will be forever yours,” he kneels to the ground and holds out the sundelions, “i love you.”

“as for i,” you kneel down with him, “you make me feel things my heart does not know how to respond. i’ve never felt the feelings you’ve made me feel. i believe it’s called love i feel for you, link. so let me say that i love you.”

he hesitates but he softly presses a kiss to your lips. you feel shocks of electricity shoot through your veins. your body feels warm as you kiss him back.

but this was only the beginning.

the beginning of everything.

a couple of weeks pass and link comes to visit you, the normal routine. clean his wounds, talk about his adventures, and then fall asleep. more yiga members have shown up pretending to be link but you’ve handled it perfectly every time. but it’s been a couple of days and link hasn’t shown up. more and more people have been praying to you so you can’t keep an eye on him constantly. everything is ok, right?

you see your blond boy come through the light, but he’s a little hesitant. “darling, is something wrong? you seem off.” you walk towards him. “nothing wrong, dear. i’ve been meaning to ask you about your power.” he stops. “what about it?” you question. “how does it work? more importantly, where does it come from?” he says persistently. “well it comes from the mother goddess statue. i’ve told you before.” you keep your distance. “ah yes, i apologize. i nee- wanna know more.” he walk closer. “dear, you slightly scaring me.” your voice shrinks. “i’m so sorry, darling. i don’t mean to scare you. i just need to know more. please tell me more. more of where it comes from.” his voice getting louder.

“i will but first, i need you to tell me something.” you say confidently, but you’re terrified. link always has this impeccable timing every time the yiga come but this time.. he’s late. “anything, my darling.” his eyes laced with malice. “what is my name to you?” you ask. he gives a airy laugh, “of course, it’s my darling. my dear, isn’t that right?”

“get out of my sanctuary or i will rein down a thousand years of pain to you and to your clan. now go.” your voice boomed with echoes rumbling off the walls. the yiga member flashed his true self and vanished into the air, leaving a bundle of mighty bananas in his place.

you didn’t see link that day.

the next couple of days are torture. the prayers keep coming in and no sign of link. you can’t seem to oversee him in what he’s doing, it’s like something is blocking your vision. the next few hours are quiet. no link and very few prayers.

you hear the thudding of footsteps coming quicker and louder.

“my dear!”

you turn around to see link.. but is it him?

“stop.” you place your hand in front of you, making link come to a stand still. the uncertainty in your eyes worries link. “my love, it’s me.” he says. “i’ve heard those words before, and yet every time it was replaced with a shell of a what was a human that only wants to use me for power.” you voice.

“please, darling. it’s me, i’m sorry i wasn’t here to fight the yiga off. i’m sorry you had to deal with it alone. i’ve been in the gerudo pyramid temple. please forgive me.” link kneels before you. “i can only be certain it’s my link with one question.” you say. “of course, anything.” he’s on the verge of tears. his love doesn’t believe it’s him, but he understands why you’ve done this.

“what is my name to you?” you ask.

“my divinity.” he answers.

you smile as you kiss him softly. it’s him. it really is him. “i’ve missed you, love.” you say. “i’ve missed you more. i’m only alive because of your protection. i thank you for that.”

“i want to ask you this. you have every right to say no,”he begins, you gesture for him to continue, “would you like to come to the ground?” no bad feeling bubbling in your stomach, you know he’ll do everything to protect you. you think about your answer before responding.

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part 2??

[candyk0rn]

“Let me heal you”

Link x reader

Summary: you help heal Link’s injuries after a fight.

Warnings: mentions of blood, gender neutral reader

Link receiving an injury was rare

He’s Hyrule’s strongest knight: swift and careful

And although it was rare…it wasn’t impossible

He was out doing Hylia-knows-what, he never really told you what he was out fighting

One reason being he didn’t want to worry you, and another being he didn’t exactly think it was necessary

So one day, when he returns to your shared home, bloodied and fatigued, you can’t help but panic

He had a large cut across his chest, and few scratches on his arms and face

You ushered him to the table, sitting him down

He assured you he was fine, but you already had your bandages in hand

He tiredly watched you as you wrapped his wounds, and he finally realized how lucky he was

Before the calamity, he had nobody to call his own, nobody to share his words with, nobody that truly worried for his sake

He used to be a knight with one purpose and one purpose only: protect the Princess

But now he had someone else to protect, someone else to care for

You know he’s lost in thought when you begin to clean the cuts on his face, but you don’t ask him what’s wrong

Because after you’re complete, he closes his eyes and lays his head on your shoulder

As you stroke his long hair, you begin to think as he did

Oh how lucky you’ve become

Thanks for reading!