#botw fanfic

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Okay so I was thinking about public smut with link (botw) since he's always traveling he would probably get in the mood and just do things in the middle of an empty field on a mountainside or even just by the river

🫢 who said that....

Along for the Ride (BOTW! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝘆? 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱- 𝗢𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻??? 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁!! 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

To be honest, you should have learned by now that it could happen just about any time or anywhere, really.

You’ve been traveling with him for long enough to remember all his other little habits. You know how he prefers to hunt around dusk and all his favorite fishing spots. You know which way he prefers to pitch the tent or make the shelter in case the two of you need to make a quick escape. You know how often he likes to sharpen his tools, and often he’ll drag you into the nearest town for a pitstop and quick refuel of supplies. You know which foods he prefers you to cook for him because he thinks your recipes are better, and which side of the bed he likes best. Hell, you even know when he’s about to run off on some side quest and leave you somewhere just by the subtle twitch of his ears.

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Because you know him. You know his habits. You know what he does. You know what he likes. You know him. So while it took you by surprise, it wasn’t surprising, per se. You know this side of him, too. You just forgot for a moment.

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But a moment was all that it took for him to slip in right behind you, completely undetected, and place his hands on your hips as if that was where they had always belonged.

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“Link!” You gasp his name breathlessly as you quickly try to steady yourself before you end up eating a face full of dirt after nearly jumping in surprise. “A little warning next time!”

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He caught you while you were foraging for mushrooms. The part of Milda Woods that you two were in seemed to be full of the normal ones- just ripe for roasting and easy snacking. But you stepped away from helping him start the fire because you swore you had seen some truffles not too far away from where the two of you were making camp. So naturally, you went over to where you thought they were and got on your hands and knees to go searching. And searching. And searching. And searching. And searching. Until suddenly, you were too busy to do any more searching.

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Because the sound of the kneeling man behind you undoing the buckle of his trousers was far too distracting to pay attention to absolutely anything else.

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“Sorry,” Your travel companion murmured from behind you, not really sounding all that sorry, as he gave your hip a quick squeeze. Looking over your shoulder at him, you were able to find that his expression told you the exact same thing. That he wasn’t sorry- not in the slightest. His eyebrows were furrowed, his lips were set in a straight line, and his cheeks were flushed a deep red as one of his hands kept fiddling with his pants. “Couldn’t help myself…want you to look forward though.”

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“Look forward?” The question falls from your lips dumbly, almost as if you’ve never traveled a day with him before. But luckily for him, he doesn’t need to explain. Or rather, he chooses not to explain and instead lets out a low whistle, just to grab your attention. It surprises just enough for a moment that you don’t even see which hand he uses to push the side of your face back to facing forward- just like he initially asked of you. But as the shock of the action wears off, you find yourself feeling a little annoyed by his brashness. It’s not uncommon. He is a man of few words after all. But in your mind, it wouldn’t kill him to use a few of those words to actually speak to you properly, right? In fact, you have half a mind to turn right back around and to put a stop to what he was doing and to tell him off for always being so rough with you. In fact, you should! And you will.

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At least, you wanted to. And for a moment, you really did think about it. But within that moment, he had already pulled down your own trousers, lifted your tunic up, and had pulled your panties to the side.

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Just to lick at your slit from behind.  

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“F-fuck…” Is the only thing you can whimper as you feel Link’s tongue flatten against your pussy once- twice…three times back to back. Instinctively, you tense up as your back arches at the sensation. It causes you to fall forward a little, and you now have to brace yourself on your elbows instead of your hands as he starts paying a little too much attention to your clit for you to form a proper sentence.

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But even that is over far faster than you would have imagined. Because all too quickly, the tongue you were feeling lap at your insides is replaced by the thick, blunt head of Link’s cock as he lines it up with your entrance. You can do little more but gasp quietly as you feel him drag his cock up and down your wetness, gathering what arousal he can before he starts to push his way past the lower lips of your pussy.

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“Shit…” He groans deep and low from behind you as he makes his way inside, inch by inch. Though you can barely hear him over how much you’re whining yourself as you’re slowly stuffed full of his cock. You’re not the wettest you could have been. You know that. He knows that. You both know that. But what little licking and sucking he did do is what is currently allowing him to sink his dick inside of your tight little hole with nothing but whimpers and gasps from your end until he finally, finally bottoms out six excruciating inches later. “You alright?”

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At his question, you do your best to huff in what you hope is obvious displeasure. Though from the sounds of his low, pleased-sounding chuckles and the way he affectionately strokes your now bare hips while adjusting his grip, you have a feeling the sound you made came off as more pathetic than angry. And that made you angrier- just a little. But of course, he didn’t exactly leave you any time to be angry at him. Because the second he could feel you wiggling your hips and adjusting yourself to better accommodate his own throbbing length within you, he was pulling back his hips and snapping them forward. And doing it again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And-

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“O-oh my…oh my goddesses…Link- Link, fuck!” You squeal in time with the blonde’s continuous thrusts as he fucks you doggy style in the middle of the woods. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He only offers you a low, possessive-sounding grunt in return as his grip on your hips tightens just enough to offer him an easier time thrusting inside of you. But that only serves to make things impossibly worse for you as he manages to hit that spot inside you that has you seeing your stars damn near perfectly each and every time.

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“You’re gonna get me in trouble…” He huffs out moments (minutes?) later, despite not bothering to do anything about the now cruel pace of his strokes. His words barely process in your mind. Though for a moment, you are able to piece enough thoughts together to remember the fact that you’re not in the most remote part of the woods. Where he found you- rather, where he now has you bent over, writhing, and drooling into the dirt, leaves, and grass- doesn’t offer that much cover. Sure, there are a couple of trees within arm's reach. And some of the bushes in the immediate vicinity are thick enough to ease some of your fears of being seen in such a compromising position should someone be around.

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But if you keep looking forward like Link wanted you to and squint, you could see the path that eventually leads to Hateno village. You could see how easy it is for the two of you to reach civilization. Or rather, how easy it would be for civilization to reach you.

And suddenly, you’re hyperaware of just how wantonly you’re moaning. And how deep his strokes are. And how loud and messy your pussy gets each time he pulls back and pushes his length back in. And how desperately he undressed and mounted you. Just because he saw you bent down and distracted a few paces away. Just because he saw you from behind. Just because he needed this. Needed you.

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A few seconds later, Link lets out another groan.

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One that’s immediately followed by a nasty string of curses between his labored breaths- and it’s something you’re not used to hearing due to his inclination to stay silent, even during sex. Those you suppose even he can’t help but fall victim to pleasure. Especially since you’ve been starting to tighten up more and more over time now that the growing knot within your lower belly is getting increasingly harder to ignore.

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So you’re into what he does to you. So you like the fact that at any moment- at any time, the Hylian Champion could get so needy that even bending down in front of him is a risky move. So you like the fact that he doesn’t seem to care about the timing or place or the fact that the two of you are supposed to be preparing a shelter before nightfall right now. So you like the grabbing, the roughness, the quickness, the riskiness- the animalistic nature of it all. So you like it all. So what?

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This particular moment may have come as a surprise, it isn’t really that surprising.

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You’ve been traveling with him long enough to know all his little habits and quirks. And maybe you forgot about this one particular habit of his this one time. Or maybe you didn’t. Whose to say? And whose to blame you, either way?

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He does take good care of you whenever you two are traveling. And the Hero of the Wild does deserve a little reward for all the good he does. For you. For the people you encounter. Hell, for the whole world too. And you?

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Well, let’s just say you’re his happy little companion. Who’s more than willing to be accommodating. To help him with the needs he can’t fulfill himself. And of course, to go along with the ride. Any ride.

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“‘m…I’m close…I’m close, Link, I- ah~!"

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So long as he’s taking you with him.

[smutsslut]

link spending most of his time traveling alone, on tedious expositions, he's ultimately very limited to the amount of pleasure he receives.

that being so, he very often, and more than you think, likes to take a break for privacy.

he can't help himself when he's horny, all he can really do is get himself off.

hiding behind a bush, under the covers at an inn, camping at night in an excluded area, any chance he could get. a little perverted one may say, but he didn’t mean it. maybe

on top of that, as strong and courageous as he is, he's a slutty and whimpering mess when getting himself off.

and as quiet as he is, godesses, is he loud.

trail of spit from his mouth on his hand to lubricate it just enough, throwing his head back and tightly clenching his eyes shut as he focuses just on the feeling.

up, down, tighter, looser…

he'll tremble and shake, tangle his fingers in his hair as he tries so hard at making himself fully cum.

he gets the slightest bit of satisfaction when he finally cums,

but he'll feel such a contradicting burst of pride, a guilty pleasure, just seeing how much he cums.

[sadieskywalker]

These two live rent free in my mind. Might as well charge them rent at this point 😆

[axidentshappen]

Patched up like cement in the cracks

Fanart for @critical-birb

Finally finished this piece I started a while ago for a new fic I picked up. I drew the scene wrong cuz I misremembered it. Well, here's nakie hair-down revali!

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[thatssoemelia]

the loudest cry

synopsis :: after what was a devastating loss, light finds its way to you in more ways than one

warnings :: mentions of battle and wounds

word count :: 1.5k

pairing :: link x princess!reader

loz masterlist (not yet made)

The canopy of the ancient forest loomed overhead, a dense ceiling of emerald leaves that did little to soothe the raging tempest building inside your chest.

As the princess of the realm, you carried a heavy burden—not just the weight of a crown, but the literal power of the skies. The weather and the sun bound themselves to your emotional whim, a divine gift that currently felt like a curse. Your hands trembled as you looked down at your sword, its once-gleaming blade now jagged, cracked, and ruined from the desperate struggle of the battlefield.

The battle had been an absolute nightmare. Smoke had filled the air, and out of the chaos, you had watched in sheer horror as your sworn knight and protector, Link, was overwhelmed, injured, and dragged away by the enemy forces. You had been forced to flee, narrowly escaping with your life, your heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He was gone. The thought echoed cruelly in your mind. Link, who had always been your silent anchor, was dead.

You collapsed against the moss-covered trunk of a massive oak tree, desperately fighting back the tears. You knew that if you let your walls break, the sky would break with you.

As you sat there, stifling your sobs and hugging your knees to your chest, the forest seemed to mourn with you. The rustling of the leaves slowed to a gentle whisper.

Slowly, quietly, the wild inhabitants of the woods began to emerge from the undergrowth. A majestic stag stepped into the clearing, its dark eyes filled with an ancient empathy, before gently lowering itself to rest just a few feet away. A pair of foxes crept closer, their fiery coats bright against the moss, curlling up near your boots. A few birds drifted down from the branches, settling softly around you in a silent circle of comfort. They could feel the immense, suffocating grief radiating from the sun princess.

But the comfort of the wilderness was not enough to patch the gaping hole in your soul. Your throat ached from holding back the cries of a grieving ruler and a heartbroken girl.

Then, through the heavy silence of the woods, a sound broke the quiet.

Step. Crunch. Step.

Your breath hitched. The animals instantly shifted, ears perking up, but they didn’t run. You froze, your heart stopping entirely. You could recognize those footsteps anywhere. It was a cadence engraved into your very being—the steady, rhythmic pace of someone who had walked a thousand miles by your side, always exactly three paces behind, keeping guard.

You lifted your head, and through the parting thicket, a figure emerged. He was bruised, his armor was scuffed and stained with dirt, and a makeshift bandage was wrapped tightly around his arm—but it was him.

Link.

The moment your eyes locked with his, the fragile dam holding back your emotions completely shattered.

The sky above let out a deafening, violent crack of thunder that shook the very ground beneath your feet. In an instant, the bright daylight vanished, swallowed by heavy, dark clouds as the rain began to pour in torrential sheets, perfectly mirroring the tears that finally spilled over your eyelashes and washed down your cheeks.

Neither of you hesitated. You scrambled to your feet, abandoning your broken sword, and ran toward him. Link closed the distance in desperate, lunging strides. Just as you reached him, your knees gave out from sheer emotional exhaustion. You collapsed forward, but Link was already there, dropping heavily to his knees to catch you before you could hit the earth.

"I thought you were dead," you sobbed, your voice breaking over the roar of the downpour. You lunged forward, crashing into him with a fierce, desperate hug, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "I thought I lost you… I let everyone down. The kingdom, the castle… I couldn't save them. I couldn't save you!"

Link didn't care about the rain or his injuries. He wrapped one strong arm securely around your waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible, while pressing his other hand firmly against the muddy ground to stabilize both of your shifting weights. He held you tight, his chin resting against your damp hair, his chest heaving as he took in the reality that you were alive.

As he held you in the pouring rain, feeling the frantic beat of your heart against his chest, something shifted deeply within Link. The stoic walls of the knight melted away completely. Holding you like this, a sudden, overwhelming rush of memories flooded his mind, unlocking feelings he had kept fiercely guarded for years.

He remembered a quiet, golden afternoon in the castle gardens, where you had accidentally made a soft drizzle fall because you were stressed about your royal duties. He hadn't said a word, he had simply stepped forward and held an umbrella over your head, staying there for hours until you finally smiled and the sun returned.

He remembered the freezing winds of the Hebra Mountains, where you had both been trapped in a sudden blizzard. As he shivered, you had gently taken his calloused hands in yours, using the power of the sun to channel a soothing, radiating warmth directly into his bones, saving him from the frost.

He remembered sitting on the high stone ramparts of the citadel at twilight. You had looked out over the horizon and softly confessed your deepest fears of failing your people. In that quiet moment, looking at the profile of your face illuminated by the dying light, he had silently vowed that he would be your shield forever—not just because of duty, but because of devotion.

The truth struck him with the force of the thunder overhead. He loved you. He had loved you for an eternity.

"I thought I lost you, too," Link murmured, his voice thick with uncharacteristic emotion, his grip tightening around your waist. "When they separated us… all I could think about was getting back to you."

As the confession left his lips, the violent downpour began to slacken. The heavy, dark clouds started to part, thinning out as your despair transformed into a profound, overwhelming relief.

Link pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb gently brushing a mixture of rain and tears from your cheek. His breathing was shallow, his blue eyes searching yours with a vulnerability you had never seen in him before. Hesitantly, as if afraid he might wake up from a beautiful dream, he leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your wet cheek.

The moment his lips touched your skin, the gloomy shadows of the forest receded. A single, brilliant ray of golden sunlight broke through the canopy, beaming down like a spotlight, shining only on the two of you, warming the damp earth beneath your knees.

You stared into his beautiful, striking eyes, your breath catching in your throat. The silence between you was charged with a newfound, breathtaking tension.

Link’s gaze flicked down to your lips. Taking a slow, trembling breath, he leaned in hesitantly once more. He pressed a gentle, agonizingly sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, letting the warmth of his breath mingle with yours. Then, losing himself to the gravity of the moment, he shifted slightly and pressed his lips directly to yours.

It took a second for your brain to process the warmth, the tenderness, and the sheer reality of his lips against yours. But as the truth washed over you, you melted into him. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, your hands reaching up to tangle in his damp hair, pulling him closer.

The absolute second your lips parted to return the kiss, the magic inside you responded to the pure joy exploding in your heart.

The single ray of light fractured into a spectacular display. Beams of brilliant, radiant sunlight broke through the trees in every single direction, piercing the gloom of the forest and turning the falling raindrops into a dazzling cascade of shimmering diamonds. The entire woods were flooded with a breathtaking, golden warmth, wrapping around the two of you. Together.

a/n :: this was a spontaneous write but I'm honestly really happy with how it turned out!

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[thehandsresisthim]

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“tranquility” II.

contains: yandere link (botw/totk) x reader, nothing too explicit, but still 18+, ise-kaid reader but it kinda just starts when you’re already in hyrule, maybe i’ll post the next ‘chapters’ the following weeks if i remember to ehem

part one

part two ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ

part three

part four

part five

word count: ~1500

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You’re seriously having a blast, walking through the trees and picking up random mushrooms - but only the ones that he deemed safe. It’s a pretty relaxing activity. You also manage to find some apples - although you have to jump a bit to get them.

You smile at the memory of Link having to climb up one of the trees to reach a particularly high up apple - and then you had just jumped up a little and got it for him. You catch yourself thinking that the height difference between the both of you is cute.

You place all of your findings in your tote bag. Although you originally planned on using it for shopping… getting isekai’d whilst holding onto your luggage at the train station certainly had its advantages.

You hope that your bulkier belongings, and the suitcase itself, are still safe at the village you left it at. Although your dead laptop is certainly useless here, except perhaps for the rare materials inside of it, you still somehow hope that you’ll be able to take it back with you, should you return home.

Home… you wonder how time works in this weird setup. You hope that once you get home - well, back at the train station you first disappeared from, maybe - no time at all has changed. But you don’t know.

You try to shake the thought away. Link had made it very clear to the family he left your suitcase with that they’re not supposed to touch it, and although you appreciate how careful he is with your belongings… you thought that ominously grabbing the handle of his sword whilst speaking was a bit much. Maybe that was just how he was used to handling things…

You kneel down in order to get a look at another mushroom. As you pick it up, you notice that the forest floor has completely dried, and as you walk towards a spot where the treetops don’t connect, you close your eyes for a moment and soak in the sun.

It has since moved up from its previous spot quite a bit - although it is not noon yet, now, everything is fully illuminated. On instinct, you reach for your wrist to have a look at your watch - only to find nothing there. One of the downsides of owning a smartwatch. You had taken it off and left it in the suitcase once the battery died, same as your headphones, phone, iPad and laptop.

You hope that you weren’t gone for too long. Luckily, the big mountain to your left is a clear indicator of where to find the temporary camp, since you stayed relatively close to it, so you know which direction you have to go in. You slowly make your way through the trees. The last few metres of walking are especially easy; you can see the fire by now.

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He wants to scream in frustration. How could he be so caught up in his fantasy about a future with you, that he didn’t manage to notice you disappearing? There’d be no future with you if you were gone… he gets sick just thinking about it.

Something must’ve taken you. Probably some monster… it’s probably attempting to use you as bait. He wants to punch something in anger; how dare they! He has to get you back, and then, you’re never, never leaving his sight again. How could he have let that happen? You’re so precious, so fragile, you’ve never even held a sword in your life. You’re defenceless.

He’s supposed to be your defence. He’s held a sword since he could walk. He defeated another knight in combat when he was four. He’s made to fight monsters and to protect you so that you can be fragile and precious and defenceless. Since he’ll always be there to fill those roles for you.

He begins to follow the footsteps you left in the mud. The imprints on the bottom of the shoes are rather peculiar. It looks a bit like a star at some part of the pattern. He asked about it when you first came here. You had told him that the shoes were called ‘conversion’ or something along those lines.

He had thought that that was very interesting, however, a spark of jealousy burned in his chest when he discovered that a male's name was written in cursive near the star logo on the sides of the shoe. You had chuckled a little bit when he asked about it, and told him that it was simply the name of the man involved in creating the shoes.

This calmed him down a little. Still, a part of him couldn’t wait until the shoes wore down enough so that he could buy you a nice pair of boots. Only the best for you… precious you, fragile you, probably currently held hostage by some monster… His anger flared up again.

He now walks a bit quicker, and noticed how irregular the pattern you walked was - almost like you were running from tree to tree. You probably tried to fight off or escape your attacker… he growls a little from anger. You shouldn’t have to fight. He’s the one who should be fighting. You’re not made for swords and arrows and shields and bows. That should be his burden to carry. He’s even angrier that he made it yours. He’ll never let that happen again.

He quickly turns around, back to the camp, as he hears someone walk towards it. He’s not close enough to make out who’s coming closer just yet. Was it some monster, looking to steal something? Trying to mock him for losing you? He draws his sword.

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You get closer and closer to the fireplace, tote bag slung over your shoulder. You notice that you somehow ended up walking a half-circle around the camp. You had left the camp with the mountain to your left, and now, it’s on your left again. You look around. Your travelling companion is nowhere to be seen.

You shrug and walk towards the fire and place the tote bag near the bundled up bedroll. You sit down by the fire. You close your eyes.

But you’re only granted a minute of relaxation, before the noise of a bunch of… angry-sounding footsteps, in rapid succession, sound out near you. You open your eyes and whip around.

Your hand reaches into the left front pocket of your pants, reaching for your knife. You pry open your pocket knife and grasp the handle tightly in your dominant hand.

You squint your eyes, trying to make out where the noise is coming from - but you can’t make out anyone. ‘Fuck!‘ you think, and try to focus harder.

‘Maybe it’s an invisible monster!‘ some part of your mind suggests. ‘If it already got him, you’re definitely screwed!‘

You decide to continue to stay in place, near the fireplace. You try to focus on your breathing. Maybe the monster hasn’t seen you yet. Maybe you’re still safe…

You see movement between the trees… It’s humanoid, at the very least. You squint your eyes again… it’s coming closer…

Thinking swiftly, you quickly hide behind a nearby tree. It‘s older than the thinner trees, and therefore, thick enough to easily hide you. You don’t really know what to do next…

The tree seems rather sturdy… maybe you should climb it? Maybe that‘ll keep the monster(s?) off your back…

A scream of your name pulls you away from your thoughts.

You stick your head out from behind the tree, and see Link running towards you.

“Hello, wha-“ is all you manage to get out, before the hero throws his arms around you, causing you to drop your pocket knife as he’s engulfing you in a heartfelt hug.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay…” he repeats over and over, mumbling into your shirt, his head pressed against your chest. Is he… crying a little?

You somewhat awkwardly return the hug. “Link?” you ask in a confused tone. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“It-it’s all my fault!” the hero whimpers, “I was too focused on making food, and when I turned around, you were- you were-“

“Uhm… I was foraging. Looking for mushrooms.” You show him the tote bag, filled with different mushrooms.

This explanation doesn’t seem to calm him down. “I-I left you out of my sight… anything could’ve happened to you… This area is dangerous… What if you encountered a monster? Or tripped and fell? Or accidentally ran into something, or, or…” He cries out. “I can’t… Never again, please…”

“O…okay…” you answer and hug the hero a little tighter. You think that this is a bit excessive. Then again… he knows the area, and the monsters, better than you do. And, if the few bits you know of his life until he met you are anything to go by, he surely has experienced a lot of loss in his life… You can understand why he wouldn’t want to risk more.

“Please, promise me, please… never again…” his grip on you tightens and he seems to shiver. You gently begin to play with his hair, in an effort to calm him. “I…I won’t do that again. I promise you.” He looks more content. After a few more moments of hugging you, he breaks up the hug. He sniffles a little and smiles up at you.

“We… we should avoid sleeping outside as much as possible.” he says in a matter-of-fact voice. You nod. “That makes sense.”

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thank you for reading!

part one

part two ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ

part three

part four

part five

tags: @danyzta @shaq-27

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[dearstvrcress]

mountain camp

creds to original pic owners.

pairing: link x gn!reader

fandom: the legend of zelda: breath of the wild

summary: camping with link on the mountain side.

word count: 470

leaning back, the campfire comes to life, heat slowly filling the air around you. digging in your bag you hear the purposeful crunching of boots against grass. a lithe body settles in next to you, arms full of freshly caught meat.

handing link some salt you begin to skewer some vegetables and meat onto a clean stick. cooking with link has become a comfort of a sort. taking turns hunting and starting the fire, sometimes making an intricate meal or something simple, much like you’re making now.

links humming draws your focus, his body subtly swaying as he turns the skewers slowly. smiling, you place two apples by the fire, warming them up for a dessert.

making camp on the mountain side outside of kakariko village was a good idea. the long, soft grass tickling your ankles, the gentle bleating of a mountain goat passing by. you silently watch a doe graze on the supple grass in the distance, the light of the moon slowly brightening its face.

an object is placed in your hand, glancing down you notice it’s a skewer. perfectly cooked how you like it. taking a bite you look to link, seeing him already halfway through his own. he points down to the ground, a clean cloth spread out and filled with multiple skewers and the two apples.

“you could run a village dry.” you tease making him huff. his lips pushed out into a little pout, well who can blame you for what you do next?

leaning over you grab his chin and turn his face towards you, big blue eyes slightly widening in shock as you plant a fat kiss on his lips. pulling away, red rushes up links neck as he blinks at you before rolling his shoulders back and looking away.

you laugh, grabbing yourself another skewer. “you’re so cute.” you hear link let out a muffled whine at your words as he buries his face in his hands.

finishing up the food you yawn and stretch your arms out, looking back when you feel a tug on your shirt. link is reclined back against a tree, arms open and pink still dusting his cheeks. taking his invitation you lean back against his chest, snuggling into him as his arms cross over your body.

the moon is high in the sky now, silvery beams shining across the land. you watch as a buck moves across the field, nuzzling into the doe you had been watching earlier. you feel link nuzzle into your neck, a soft kiss landing on the skin there.

body relaxing as your eyes fall shut from the warmth emanating from his body, you bump your head back against his, sleep drawing you under. link looks down at you, a soft smile curving his lips as he pulls you tighter.

[smallfisheyes]

you pierce link's ears

cw: some mentions of blood.

Even with the correct needles, you’ve never seen yourself frown so deeply. Two hollow needles sit in the bowl of hot water, ready for poking. The tips are so sharp and shiny, perfect for the clean entering and exiting of cartilage and skin, but you've heard plenty of horror stories.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Positive,” Link responds, grinning at his reflection. He eyes the lobes of his ears, already picturing the two piercings he begged and begged for. He flops his head side to side, hair falling with his movements, imagining two blue hoops moving with him. 

The air smells sharply of sliced lemons and lavender from Link’s burning incense. Two hollow needles stolen from the resident healer in Hateno Village sit in a bath of boiling water. Sweetly, Link had placed two hooped earrings carved from blue stone into the sauce plate you handmade him for his birthday; your thumbprints forever pressed into the clay. Now, his new birthday gift was sitting on his old birthday plate.

Even with his reassurance and the eager kicking of his feet, Link’s tooth gap does little to calm the rapid beating of your heart. 

“Okay. Yeah, stupid question.” You shake your hands, head downturned. You fiddle with the clean cloth draped over the back of Link’s chair, frown falling deeper and deeper. 

Your ears were pierced as a baby, but you know it’s supposed to hurt. Your grandmother had told you over and over again how you wailed, how your ears hadn’t healed for months, and that the needle didn’t cleanly exit your lobe. Paintings of you as an infant specifically left out the angry lumps on your ears. They had nearly fallen off. 

What if you did the same to Link?

You inhale sharply before speaking again. “I mean, I should be asking you if you want me to do this. I think Yarna’s pierced—”

Link catches your eye in the mirror, a small smile growing bigger and bigger the longer he holds your stare. “Positive,” he repeats. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” 

His voice is so even, so calm, that you believe him. Just for a second.

What was that swirling feeling between your lungs, and why does it feel so nice?

You huff. “Yeah, whatever.” 

Link laughs. It sounds like tinkly bells; the very sound of joy released from a crystal jar.

Too much research and planning was put into this anyway. It would be selfish to back out, especially since this was supposedly your gift to Link.

“It’s my birthday, so you have to do what I say,” he had sing-songed, hands planted on his hips in a wide stance. A goofy grin stretched his squishy face.

Needles stolen, gathering research from Yarna’s obnoxious daughters, the timing aligned with his sister and dad’s biweekly visit to Sanidin Park to spy on the horses and ogle Hyrule Castle; you had to do it now. 

So, hands washed and spritzed with lemon juice, you pick the needle from the hot water. Yarna’s daughters had talked about something called “disinfectant” to prevent “infection because of germs,” whatever that was. 

“You don’t want to give your boyfriend lumpy ears, do you?” she had teased you. She waved a skinny finger at you, her red hair tied into frizzy dual braids. They looked more like horns.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you grumbled. What a way to remind you.

You stomped all the way back to Link’s house, slamming the door behind you. Link had wondered why you returned so grumpy. You even had the notes you promised you would get from Yarna’s daughters, everything from preparing sliced lemons and what needles to use. What was there to be upset about?

Needle in hand and ear lobes already marked where Link wanted his earrings to go, all you had to do was poke him.

“Ready?” You speak more confidently, head raised higher. There’s the excitement Link was looking for. His eyes grow bigger.

You do just as you had written in your notes: place a piece of cork behind the ear. Align the needed to the penned mark. Ensure there’s a ninety-degree angle between the ear and the needle so that the earring does not sit funny.

“That tickles,” Link giggles.

“Okay, smiley. Try not to move.”

You swear Link’s tooth gap grows a millimetre or two. He smiles into the mirror, watching your movements. 

You begin a slow countdown, the tip of the needle brushing Link’s skin. “Three, two, one.”

You push, pushing the lobe against the needle. It makes a clean exit, the sharp point poking the cork.

The first thing you sense is Link’s squirming.

“Hylia! Hylia!” he screams.

You screech, eyes bouncing all over Link’s face, scanning for pain. He flinches, Link’s pretty face scrunching into a yelp, eyes closed, and mouth biting hard onto his teeth.

Oh. Oh no.

The world is ending. The world is ending. You want a Like Like to swallow you whole and never spit you out. You hurt your best friend.

“Did it work?” Link suddenly says. A calm washes over him, limbs no longer flailing like an armoured porgi on the shore. “Did it work? Did it work? That wasn’t bad.” 

You blink, rapidly. “It—it did.” You gently remove the needle from Link’s ear. Shock pushes you to grab the clean cloth on the bathroom counter, gently holding Link’s bleeding ear. Your voice comes out small. “Does it still hurt?”

Link’s tone is soft. “Just aches now.”

You meet Link’s eyes in the mirror. He looks so beautiful, bloody ear and all. His hair is messy and tucked into a ponytail. A streak of dirt is still on his face where you had lightly slapped him. He snuck up on you while working on the rice paddies. How could you not?

Your smile grows. His smile grows with yours. You fall into a fit of giggles, shoulders shaking. You feel golden.

Link turns in his chair to shake you by the shoulders. “Put the earring in now, weirdo!”

Giggling, you rush to pluck the blue earring from the birthday sauce plate. Opening the clasp, you slip the earring through Link’s new piercing.

There’s a beat of silence. Link stares almost emptily into the mirror.

“It’s perfect,” Link breathes. The air leaves his body. He waves his head side to side, just as he had done pre-piercing. The blue loop shifts right and left; to and fro.

“Thank you.” His voice is soft; fragile. Link gives his head a final shake. 

You smile. Link watches you in the mirror.

“You have to pierce my other ear now.”

You huff, gripping your knees. “Give me a second to recover.”

“No. Earring. Now!”

You move to choke him.

It is a joy to see him with his earrings now, ears healed with the help of dabbing lemon juice every night. You watch the swing of his blue hoops when he playfights with you, wooden swords in hand. You admire the jump of his blue hoops as he nods, listening to you attentively. Lately, you’ve been rambling about your apprenticeship with the witch of the village, specializing in elixirs and potions. How his earrings lay by his bedside when he sleeps, two perfect blue rings.

You have been seeing Link less and less. Ever since his stunt with the pot lid when a guardian had lost control, his promotion to appointed knight under Princess Zelda frightened you. Even worse, it distanced you.

All you can do is research elixirs and clean your ex-mentor’s dusting storage cupboards, staring at the door waiting for a customer. What happened to dueling with wooden swords and squishy grins?

Even if you see him very little now, and as he climbs higher and higher, you just remember he’s your friend. A very good, long-distance friend.

That is until he bursts through your shop’s doors. Only one blue hoop swings from Link’s ear. You look closer. Oh. 

“I need your help,” he murmurs. The piercing had closed up on his other ear.

You smile, rising from your stool. “Help me find some hollow needles, will you?”

i am almost done playing botw. i just need to beat ganon's bum now D: