Did anyone elseâs heart absolutely melt when Link so gently asked Rhett if he was okay at the beginning of todayâs GMM? Their friendship is so pure sometimes I wanna scream.
A/N: so after listening this ear biscuits and sobbing my heart out, i just wanted to write a fic where link gets taken care by his toll boyfriend!!!
also on AO3.
word count: 1.835
warnings: none!!!Â
Link was sat at the edge of their tub and when he tried to take his shirt off, there were hands brushing them away and grabbing the hem of his shirt. He focused his eyes on Rhett, kneeling in front of him with a tender look on his face. âLet me take care of you,â Rhett said.
(or a fic in which Rhett takes care of a very, very tired Link)
âCome here,â Rhett murmured as soon as he laid eyes on him.
It was early, still cold. The sun had come up only a few hours ago and it was now shining lightly onto their bedroom. Rhett had watched the sunrise unintentionally, woken up by nothing in the middle of the night.
He just couldnât go back to sleep knowing that Link was going to come home at any moment.
It had been a rough week âor month, even yearâ for Link. It seemed as if everything was happening in a domino effect and Rhett could only observe restlessly from the sideline, watching as his boyfriendâs face crumbled whenever his phone lighted up with a call from home.
Rhett heard the car parking but didnât move from bed.
There was silence for a few minutes before the front door opened and closed. It didnât take long for Link to appear under the doorframe of their bedroom. His bag hung from one shoulder before dropping it to the floor without care, too tired to do anything else. Rhett had to stop himself from pressing his lips into a worried, thin line or dragging a sharp breath into his lungs âLink looked exhausted.
âCome here,â Rhett said softly, once more. He patted the empty space on the bed. âLink.â
Whatever trance Link was seemed to snap as soon as Rhett called his name. He blinked a few times before moving. He sat at the edge of the bed and, after taking a few seconds, he took his shoes off, left his glasses on his nightstand, and lay next to Rhett.
They didnât say anything for a while because, what was there to say?
Rhett covered Link with the blanket at the end of the bed and Link had now realize he was shivering slightly. His boyfriendâs hand rested lightly on his waist comfortably before moving to push a few stands of his hair away from his face âgray hair that seemed lighter even when they had been only a day away.
Rhett sighed, observing him carefully, resting his hand on Linkâs cheek, a little too warm and flushed.
Link closed his eyes at the touch, Rhettâs thumb moving tenderly over his cheekbone, brushing his eyelashes accidentally. His breath hitched at his boyfriendâs warm lips leaving kisses on his face.
The memories of these past few days washed over him, the smell of recycled air and antiseptic still stuck on his nose and, on top of everything, the feeling of comfort of Rhettâs touch made him too aware of everything. Link gasped, feeling as something was crushing his chest and, before he knew it, he was crying.
Rhett didnât ask him what was wrong or if he was alright, he didnât hush him down. His boyfriend just cradled him onto his arms, pressing him against his chest and caressing his back. If the sight of Link losing it broke Rhettâs heart, he didnât look like it. He didnât say anything.
He just allowed him to let it all out.
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There were rays of sun falling on to them and the sound of the AC was humming in the room by the time Link calmed down. His breathing still hitched in time to time but Rhett had stopped feeling the tremors under his palm a few minutes ago.
They were just holding each other and Rhett was almost drifting back to sleep when he heard him.
âHey,â Link mumbled tiredly, his voice surprisingly calm. Rhett moved away to get a look at his boyfriend: flushed and warm cheeks on pale skin, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and a purple shade appearing under those bright, teary eyes.
Rhett didnât mean for his voice to sound weak. âWelcome back,â he replied and the small smile that Link replied him with was enough to make Rhett that everything will be fine, eventually.
Link sighed and moved to rest onto his back, taking a deep breath. âIâm exhausted. I think I caught something on the way back.â There was a hand moving from his forehead to his cheek, before resting on his chest.
âYou do have a fever,â Rhett replied. âMaybe itâs the stress catching up to you.â
The only reply he got was the hum from the other side of the bed. Rhett shifted and sat beside Link, facing the headboard, and observed his boyfriend for a moment. He did look⌠too tired, too worn out, and the slight warm coming from him wasnât settling any anxiousness brewing on Rhettâs chest.
âCâmon, letâs have a shower,â Rhett announced before moving out of bed and walking to the other side. Link turned his head at him, not saying anything and just blinking owlishly.
Rhettâs hands found Linkâs and, with little resistance, got him out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.
The tiles under his feet were cold.
Link was sat at the edge of their tub and when he tried to take his shirt off, there were hands brushing them away and grabbing the hem of his shirt. He focused his eyes on Rhett, kneeling in front of him with a tender look on his face. âLet me take care of you,â Rhett said.
The prickly kiss pressed onto his cheek made Link melt and he just nodded.
Rhett undressed him slowly. In other time, in other moment and in other context, Link would have laughed and they would have exchanged heated kisses, lust palpable in the small room. Rhett wouldnât have that concerned tone on his voice but a rough rumbling as he made his job to mark the extension of Linkâs skin with his lips. Link would have to suppress a moan, chocking on air, as Rhettâs hands wandered down, andâ
Rhett undressed him slowly and, in this time, in this moment and in this context, Link just looked lost. His head wasnât in the right place and it was taking him a while to catch up with reality. As always, Rhett seemed to understand him better than himself. Â
The water fell onto his hair and Link closed his eyes, his hands resting on Rhettâs arms lightly. He felt himself shivering slight and Rhett hushed him lovingly.
Showering together was a dance they had done together for a long while, but Link was sure his boyfriend was taking extra care of him today. Expertly fingers washed his hair, murmuring instructions softly, before moving to wash his skin. Link helped him too, entranced by the marks and freckles that with the years had appear on his boyfriendâs skin. He was slower than usual but Rhett didnât seem to mind.
Rhett didnât seem to mind at all and Linkâs heart wanted to come out of his chest.
 +
 Getting dressed with fresh clothes and getting into bed again felt like a blessing.
Link looked at Rhettâs worn shirt on him: it was soft, it smelled like him and it was anything but an accident that he was wearing it. Rhett had never been one to share his clothes with Link and just the action of Rhett helping him get his own shirt on was a little too much for Link.
âThink you could stomach some food?â Rhett asked from the doorway, making his way into the room with pair of mugs in hand and balancing two plates with toast and jam on them. Link had barely eaten on the flight home, and while the thought of eating wasnât on his mind, he just nodded.
They were sitting in bed, Link on his side and Rhett at the edge. Their more-milk-than-coffee mugs were sitting on the nightstand, cooling down. Rhett was talking about the day he had missed in the office, about something silly one of the guys had done. Link just looked down at his half bitten toast, half-listening.
He just got caught up on his brain a little too long.
âHey,â Rhett said softly, resting his empty plate on the bed and moving closer. He seemed worried. âLink, whatâs wrong?â
Link hadnât realized that he was crying until he took a shaky breath. âOh,â he let out, unsure. His fingers wiped away the small tears and shook his head. He swallowed loudly, feeling Rhettâs hand resting on his elbow and his thumb caressing his warm skin.
Rhett was too good for him: he knew him better that the palm of his hand and didnât have to ask to know what Link needed from him. Link still hesitated when it was his turn to comfort his boyfriend and Rhett did it so effortlessly it made him feel tiny and uncertain. Rhettâs modest gestures seemed so grand and loving in moments like these that Link wasnât sure what to do with himself.
So he cried, overwhelmed, as if his body was too small to contain all the emotions that had been rolling over him the past few hours. Maybe it was the exhaustion finally catching up to him.
Rhett called his name and Link just shot a faint smile at him. âItâs justâ,â he said before stopping himself, his breath agitated. âThank you, for⌠you know, everything,â and while there was so much more he wanted to say, life teaching him that today could be your last and spending the past day wearing his heart on his sleeve, Link just stayed quiet. Â
He knew his boyfriend âgod, his best friend, the love of his life for Christâs sakeâ would understand.
Some concerned washed away from Rhettâs face and he smiled warmly at him. He wanted to say so many things, too. To confess his heart out but it didnât seem the place or the time. Either way, Link would understand âthe actions spoke for themselves.
âOf course, bo,â he replied, the pet name making Link melt with a half smile on his face.
Link didnât take long to pull Rhett into bed with him, under the covers and with pillows swallowing them alive. It was cozy, maybe a little too warm even with the AC on, but Rhett didnât care. He spent a few minutes just observing Link under him, his face pressed against his shoulder and dead to the world.
Rhettâs fingers found themselves playing with his hair, more to comfort himself than Linkâs sleeping form. It was grounding âthe weight of his boyfriend on him, his warmth and his damp hair, the shirt that was a bit too big for himâ and Rhett didnât want to let him out of his hold for a while. He wanted to keep Link there, to protect him from reality and sleep it away, even when he knew it was impossible.
So he just shifted and cradled his boyfriend closer to him, his nose brushing Linkâs hair, and he closed his eyes.
Behind bright trees that drew shadows onto them and cotton candy clouds, the sun was hiding away when Link woke up. He was warm and, wrapped around Rhettâs arms, he felt loved.
In that miniscule moment, life seemed a little bit alright.
so i wrote this a long time ago and never finished it, so here it is
imagine Person A of your OTP is a robot, and Person B is a human.
When Link finished putting every piece in the right place, he felt his world in peace.
He gave a step back and looked at his creation, smiling as wide as he could.
âOn,â he said, and the robot opened his eyes, blinking a few times before focusing on the man in front of him. Link was almost jumping in excitement, seeing that his android, the one that he had been working for at least three years, was finally done. âWho am I?â He asked, taking a chair and sitting in front of him.
âYouâre Link Neal,â the robot answered. His voice sounded so deep and so real, it was amazing. All the work had been worth it. âProfessor Charles Lincoln Neal, the third, my creator.â
âYeah, I am,â he said back. He looked at his creation for a while before mumbling something. âRhett.â
âRhett?â The robot asked back, his head sideways, as if he was curious about what Link was saying. âI donât understand Professor, could you speak up?â
Link giggled and bit his lip. âThatâs your name. I have mine, Link, and you have yours, Rhett. Do you like it?â
He looked behind Linkâs shoulder, where a big window was. Night had fallen hours ago and everything Rhett could see was his own reflection. He had the best pieces that Link had could find in Mythical Enterprise, the biggest and best company that was in charge of building companion robots aka. his creators company.
When the robotic industry flew off, Link was the first one to have a great vision about robots and androids being companion friends for people and even some of them were built to work as caretakers of babies and older adults, some of them worked with the Police and some of them were in hospitals performing surgeries. Mythical Enterprise was well known around the world because in some way or another, they had changed the world to good.
Rhett noticed that he had blonde hair and a beard, his hands went through them and he could feel the hair on his hands, on his fingers. He was amazed for some reason; it was as if every piece of him could feel everything.
âWhatâs this?â Rhett asked, looking at his hands, curiously. âThis thingâŚâ
âYou can feel.â Link answered, and Rhett didnât realize when the man had taken a notebook and started writing things on it. âYouâre the first robot that can feel. I have been working on it for a while and youâre the first robot to be successful, you know, and-â
âI donât like it.â
âWhat? You donât like that you can feel?â
The worried expression on Linkâs face was almost obvious but Rhett shook his head. âNo, that you call me robot.â He answered, his head tilt and still looking his reflection. âI donât look like one, I look like you.â
âWhat do you want me to call you?â The professor asked, adjusting his glasses.
âJust Rhett.â
Link smiled and nodded.
âOkay, Rhett. Now, letâs check if youâre working flawlesslyâŚâ
Link didnât remember being that happy.
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Having Rhett around him became a strange experience for Link.
It was as if he was a child, discovering things by himself even when his hard drive was filled with knowledge. Rhett touched everything he could and sometimes jumped when he touched something that was way too cold or way too hot. Link found himself telling Rhett to be careful, patching his synthetic skin up with bandages and Band-Aids, trying to explain to Rhett that he had to be careful with what he did, because he could get hurt. Â
Link was sitting down on his bed when Rhett entered the room and sat down next to his best friend (because Link started to hate being called creator all the time, so he told Rhett that they would be friends and, soon enough, Rhett started calling him best friend.)
Rhett looked over the papers Link had all over the bed but Link quickly looked up at him. âWhatâs wrong? I thought you were sleepingâ and when sleeping wasnât exactly the word Link would want to use, Rhett told him it made him feel more normal than shutting down. Â
âCan I touch you?â Those words came out without sounding shy and Rhett had a hand already hovering over Linkâs face. Link took his glasses off and moved over so he was sitting right in front of Rhett.
He closed his eyes when he felt Rhettâs soft fingers caressing his face- it felt almost unreal. Rhettâs other hand surprised Link and he flinched unconsciously, making Rhett apologize for it. âItâs okay, you didnât hurt me.â He nodded and kept tracing Linkâs skin, his hands on both sides of his checks, making Link smile.
âWhy are you smiling?â Rhett asked, a curious tone on his voice. âWhen someone smiles is because they are happy.â
âIâm happy you exist,â Link answered and when he opened his eyes again, Rhett had his head askew, as if he didnât really understand what his best friend was saying. âIâm just happy right now.â
âOkayâ and Rhett shrugged, making Link bite his check to stop himself smiling. He felt Rhettâs hands on his hair, then they moved down to his neck and he felt Rhettâs thumb pressing into Linkâs jugular, as if he was taking in the beating of his heart. âHave you ever been in love, Professor?â
âLink,â he corrected Rhett before nodding his head, his sight fixed on his bright eyes. âYes, I have.â
âHow it feels?â Rhett asked, moving closer to Linkâs face, so close that Link could actually feel the warm air coming out from Rhettâs nose, the soft and barely audible sound coming from his chest.
âYou should go to sleepâ and with that, Link took Rhettâs hands away from his neck, a soft smile appearing on his face. Rhett would have probably said something but he noticed that his human looked tired, so he nodded, got up and left.
Rhett sat down in the living room and started searching how it feels to be in love on the internet.
Tell me a bedtime story about soft rhink, like comfort in the middle of the night when one of them wakes up scared
at seventeen, randl were still having sleepovers. they werenât as giggly and nervous as they used to be, but they stayed up laughing all the same, fawning over one magazine or another. however, as high school drew closer and closer to its blissful end, they mostly just crashed, exhausted. tonight was one of those nights, the two of them at rhettâs house, with link on an air mattress beside rhettâs bed. link had fallen asleep about ten minutes after pasta, and rhett followed shortly thereafter.Â
around one, link gasped awake and went tense. he panicked for a few quiet moments, wishing the last traces of the nightmare away, heart racing. he wanted to relax every tense muscle and fade back into a dreamless sleep, but his panicked heart called out for rhett instead, strain in his voice.
instantly, rhett slinked from his high bed and sat down beside link. he put his hand on linkâs shoulder and asked in that ever-calming voice, âare you okay? whatâs going on?â eyes so steady gray, skin a beautiful blue-gold against the dark night. link looked at him, blinked, and remembered he was home.
then link was back to being seven, not seventeen, when this same night happened over and over again. and every time, rhett was always right there, healing him, safe and present. it was this same boy - albeit, in a bigger body - who understood now that seventeen year-old link couldnât say what was wrong, couldnât recount the nightmare thatâd so thankfully passed, couldnât place the anxiety. but the panic was real, as was the fear in linkâs eyes, and rhett knew just what to do.Â
he kneeled into linkâs mattress and took link in his arms, laying his head gently on his bosom. he put his right hand on linkâs chest and reached over to turn on their camp lantern under his bed with his left. it glowed warm and yellow, whisking all the evil away like a perfect summer memory, as link settled against his friend. rhett put his chin on linkâs head and spread his palm out over his chest as if to balance his frantic heartbeat. he pushed down gently with linkâs slow breathing - inhale, exhale - until they both felt safe.Â
today, neither of them can recall how long they sat there for sure, and while they regard it as well-earned lesson on comfort and intimacy, they also keep it between them like a treasured secret, and any mention of it earns the faintest guilty blush.Â
concept: rhett and link sitting on the car on top of a mountain, sunset in front of them, they are singing loudly old country songs, they are laughing and loving every momentÂ
Send me a made-up wheel ending and Iâll write a drabble where the wheel lands on it!
1. Gay chicken
2. Linkâs funeral
3. Rhett keeps thinking that Link is about to cry
4. Finger jousting
5. Camping in the cold
6. Rhett comes back home from a year stranded on an island
7. Rhett goes bald
8. Thumb war
9. Link is scared of shirts
10. Rhett is a snow storm
11. Rhett and Link are back in 6th grade
12. Link is pregnant
13. Dirty Dancing
14. Rhett gets a dog and itâs Link
15. Link is a lampshade, Rhett is the lamp
16. The Notebook: The Musical
17. Link is drowning
18. Rhett and Link accidentally glue their cheeks together
19. Hide and Seek
20. Rhettâs Dead
21. Rhett and Link are Frenchmen
22. Link plays Rhett like a recorder
23. The Revenge of the Santa Car
24. Interpretive Dance
25. Rhett is a hot pepper and Link has to eat him
26. Seeing each other for the first time after 2 years
27. Link teaches Rhett how to golf
28. Itâs pouring rain and thereâs only one umbrella
29. Rhett needs a hug
30. Horrible view at the Drive-In
31. Link wants to eat Rhettâs beard to gain its magical powers
32. Rhett is a butterfly and Link is a butterfly collector
33. Earthquake
34. Rhett and Link at the mall on Christmas Eve
35. Two bored mermen
36. Link wants to touch everything
37. Rhettâs hands are pizza slices
38. Link just got out of jail
39. At the top of Mt. Everest
40. Link hides from Rhett under the desk
41. Santaâs helpers not helping
42. Rhett is Linkâs ex-girlfriend
43. Link hears jingle bells and is convinced that theyâre on Rhett
44. Communication is possible only through nose booping
45. Link falls asleep
46. Overly confident conversation about sex
47. Snowed in
48. Link is 18 again
49. Link is a squirrel looking for the perfect tree
50. Mistletoe
Send me one of the quotes listed below and a character and Iâll write a prompt/drabble about them! Iâll probably close this in a day or so because I usually get so many prompt requests but Iâll have a go! :) These are all prompts i made up. I didnât copy anyoneâs prompt lists or whatever.
Feel free to change the gender pronouns of these! I just put âhimâ in for easiness but obviously, female characters are more than welcome too!Â
âI just wanted to make you happy.â
If you looked at him - really looked at him - you could see the sadness in his eyes.
âI donât trust you.â
They were coming in too quick⌠You couldnât survive this.
âCome with me.â
âDo I make you happy?â
âYou hide it with jokes and sarcasm but I can see how broken you are.â
âCan I borrow a shirt to wear?â
He could still feel you on his skin; could still smell your scent on his pillows, on his clothes.
âI needed someone and⌠you were the only one I thought of.â
âItâs 3am!â
âYou forgot my birthday?!â
Your hand held on tightly to hers/his.
âLet me in.â
âI need you.â
âYou can fix this, right?â
His/her arms were wrapped tightly around you, protecting you from the carnage that was life.
âI-Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to fall asleep on you!â
In that moment, youâd never been more attracted to anyone.
âYou look like youâre about to cry. Whatâs happened?â
âIâm scared.â
You looked down at your hands, heart racing, and you wanted to be sick. Blood was everywhere.
âYouâre alive?â
âStay awake.â
âYou canât say things like that⌠Not anymore.â
Seeing them together broke your heart.
âLet me help you.â
âI was so alone⌠and then I met you.â
âYouâre an idiot.â
âLetâs just lay here a little longer.â
âCome here.â
âYou look at yourself and see nothing but when I look at you⌠I see everything.â
Her/his/your eyes held stars and infinite possibilities.
âJust, trust me, okay?â
âI canât promise anything.â
âI miss you.â
A brief kiss to the cheek and then, he was gone.
âWhy did I ever think talking to you was a good idea?!â
âWhatâs happening to us?â
âCan we just go for a drive or something? Like we used to?â
His hands travelled down⌠further and furtherâŚ
âWhat does it feel like; love?â
âIâm not good with words.â
He was dangerous and you knew that, so why in godâs name were you hopelessly in love with him?
The scream was loud; piercing.
âYouâre hurt.â
âStop trying to be the hero all the time and just be you.â
âThatâs why I love you.â
You couldnât save him.
âI want to hate you, I do, but god, I canât hate you; not even a little bit.â
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