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i really loved the short story of isekai reader patching up Twilight using modern medical methods aka stiches. Could we have more of that? Maybe isekai reader teaching them some more things like maybe the reason Sky gets so winded when he runs is because he might have asthma.
Absolutely! I love giving these boys a much-needed break!
You mentioned Sky, but I've also seen people head-canon that Four has migraines and I wanted to be nice to him seeing as SOME PEOPLE have been STABBING HIM recently. (I know one Tylenol probably wouldn't stop a migraine, but he's 1. never had medicine like that before and 2. really short, so it would probably be ok dosage-wise.) Time is here because OLD.
LU x Modern! Medic! Reader
Four
“Ow,” Four winced, touching the side of his head.
“You ok?” you turn as you walk, shifting the bag on your back as you do.
“Fine,” he mumbles. “Just a headache.”
“Ok, give me a sec,” you take your arms out of the straps of your bag, swing it around to the front of your body, then put the backpack back on backwards so you can dig through it.
“I don’t need a potion,” Four says quickly. “Honestly, it wouldn’t even help. It’s just a headache.”
“Four, if you’re complaining about a headache, it’s serious,” you continue digging through your bag, remembering the various injuries he’d taken without so much as a wince. You guess black smiths were just built different. “I’ve got some Tylenol. One pill and some water and you should feel right as rain.”
“A potion wouldn’t help,” Four says again. “It’s not an injury.”
“Good thing this isn’t a potion, then,” you take out the small white bottle, then proceed to struggle with the child-proof cap.
“I’ve seen you give that to some of the others,” he points at the bottle. “They eat it and then they feel better. Potion. Maybe not liquid, but still.”
“It doesn’t actually heal anything,” you explain, grunting as you try to open the cap. “The thing causing the headache will still be there. It just blocks the pain.”
“How would there be no pain if the injury is still there?” Four raises an eyebrow.
“It’s like… how do I explain this,” you muse. “So, your nerves send signals to the brain. Think of them like little mail men, taking messages from where the pain is to you. This blocks those signals. The mailmen are still there with their letters, but now the letters can’t get to where they’re going, so no pain.”
“So I’m full of tiny little mailmen,” Four smirks.
“Sure,” you laugh, then finally pop the cap off the bottle and shake a single pill out of the container. You hold it out to Four. He takes it, looks it over, then pops it into his mouth.
“Wha–!?” you sputter, your hand still reaching for your water bottle. “Did you just dry swallow it?”
“Yes?” Four winces at the after taste. “Why? Was that wrong?”
“I mean, no, it’s fine,” you close your bag, still bewildered. “It’s demented, but you won’t, like, die.”
“Who are you calling demented?” He grins.
“You just took a pill without water!” you cry. “Who does that!?”
Time
Time was old. Mentally, yes, he was probably like 60 or something as far as you or anyone else could figure, but physically as well. Most of the other heroes were in their twenties or younger. Time was in his thirties, and with the added stress of hero work he might as well have been forty.
He had old injuries that still ached, and the past strain on his body had definitely sped up how quickly he developed arthritis. You noticed the way he would massage his hands occasionally. Or wince when he woke up. It was your job to notice these things after all.
Unfortunately, heroes were stubborn and selfless. Most attempts to help them were met with “I’ve had worse” or “so-and-so needs it more.” And from what you could tell, Time had never been “mothered” in the traditional sense, making it all the more unlikely he would accept anything you had to offer. He thought your help was necessary for the others, not him. It was noble. And incredibly stupid.
You had to find alternative ways to help him.
“Tea?” you hold up a mug to him as he passes where you’re sitting, your own cup held loosely in your other hand.
“That’s not suspicious at all,” Time frowns at the mug.
“What’s suspicious about tea?” you take a sip from your mug.
“Yeah, old man, when has tea ever gone wrong?” Wild, currently also enjoying a cup of tea next to you, smiles.
“Tea isn’t suspicious,” Legend nods, clutching his own mug close to his chest.
“Not at all,” you agree, nodding in a totally not suspicious way.
“Then why are the two people you’re always after about pain management the only ones drinking it?” Time points at Wild, who often got whole-body aches that he liked to try to ignore, then at Legend, who, like Time, had arthritis in his hands, but was more willing to take medicine for it.
“Maybe they’re the only two who happened to walk past,” you take another long sip from your cup.
“What’s in the tea?” Time sighs.
“Uhhh, it’s green tea, so Camellia leaves,” your arm is starting to get tired from holding the extra mug out to him. “And some honey.”
Time raises an eyebrow. He didn’t remember having honey in the camp supplies.
“We just got it. Wild shield-surfed face-first into a hive,” you explain. The Link in question gives you a thumbs up when you glare at him.
“So this tea is just to use up the honey?” Time takes the mug carefully.
“Can’t really store it all. Our jars are for fairies or potions,” Legend shrugs.
“I kept one jar,” Wild smiles.
“Fine,” Time takes a drink. Success!
“Oh! And I added some turmeric and ginger,” you admit, looking away from him as you do. You glance at your surroundings in a nonchalant manner. “They have anti-inflammatory properties. Figured you could use it.”
“I knew it,” Time narrows his eyes (eye), but takes another drink of tea. “You were trying to medicate me.”
“Is it helping?” you ask. He flexes his hand, thinking.
“...Yes,” he finally admits, shoulders slouching in defeat.
Sky
“That’s not what happened!” Sky scowls. He had been recounting his attempt to catch the apparently portal-using mail man when a few of the others had begun teasing him about his inability to run.
“That’s totally what happened,” Legend smirks.
“Sounds like asthma,” you shrug, turning away from the conversation to inspect Twilight’s side. Apparently there was some evil magic that you couldn’t see infecting the wound, and while you were no mage, you were a medic, and infection of any kind, magic or otherwise, was unacceptable.
“Asthma…?” Nine heads tilt inquisitively sideways, various looks of confusion on their faces.
“Do you guys not know what asthma is?” Now it’s your turn to be confused.
The blank looks you get back speak for themselves.
“Okay,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to think. “Athma is like… your throat gets tight and it gets really hard to breathe. Sometimes it feels like someone is sitting on your chest, making it really hard to get air in.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s pretty accurate,” Sky smiles.
“How do you not know what asthma is? If you have asthma you should have an inhaler.” You stand up, forgetting Twilight’s magic wound for a moment, and start rummaging through your bag. There wasn’t really a way to treat inflammation like that with the herbs you had available, but you had to have something.
“I thought it was just because I grew up in Skyloft,” Sky shrugs. “The air down here is just different.”
“That’s not how altitude changes work. The air up there is thinner, meaning Skyloftians should have an easier time breathing near the surface,” you say exasperatedly.
“Oh,” Sky blushes.
“So it’s an illness?” Warriors glances at Sky and takes a not-so-subtle step away.
“No, it’s genetic. You can’t ‘catch’ it, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” you roll your eyes. A few of the boys snicker at Wars’ look of relief.
“But is there a cure?” Sky sounds hopeful. “You said something about me needing to have something.”
“An inhaler. Not a cure, just a way to treat the symptoms,” you give up digging through your bag. “It’s medicine that you breathe in. And I have no way of making it here. If we ever go to my era I’m breaking into a pharmacy and getting you one.”
“Surely there must be something you can do without traveling to your era,” Time says.
“Not really,” you grimace. “We can limit triggers. If you didn’t have issues on Skyloft your asthma might be triggered by humidity? Or pollen? But it sounds like it’s triggered by exercise, which… well, you might have chosen the wrong profession.”
“You could say that again,” Legend snorts.
“Well, not much to be done,” Sky hums. “I’ve been alright up until now. I should be fine.”
“I’m still swiping you an inhaler if we wind up in my era,” you mutter, adding it to your growing list of things to either buy or steal from a modern pharmacy (some of the meds these boys needed were prescription, which you wouldn’t really be able to get otherwise).
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, link is slowly becoming more irrational
part one
part two
part three
part four
part five ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ
word count: ~ 1100
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‘Oh Goddess, you‘re crying.‘ is his first thought as he awakens. The fairy flies away, disappearing into the sky, and he blinks. Fairy-induced resurrections always leave him a bit hazy, like waking up after taking a long afternoon nap.
His lips feel sticky and somewhat salty, and he looks at you again. You look upset and shocked. Did he hurt you? No, impossible-
“What… You were…“ you sputter, and then Link is almost certain that maybe the fairy didn‘t actually resurrect him and he‘s in heaven because you hug him. Tightly.
And you nuzzle into his neck.
“You‘re okay… please tell me that you‘re okay…“ you say quietly.
“I am.“ he says calmly.
“How… you were… am I dreaming?“ you ask as your hands rub his back.
He closes his eyes and soaks up your touch like a hylian retriever basking in the sun.
“The fairy. It resurrected me.“ he explains softly and pulls your blood-soaked jacket away from the worst of the wounds on his right upper thigh. It‘s still open and bleeding slightly, but no longer life-threatening. You sigh in relief.
“Link…“ you say for the fourth time, but finally tinged without desperation, “what now? Are there more monsters nearby?“
“There could be.“
You swallow and he has never felt so worried about someone else as he does now.
“We‘ll walk to the stable and stay there until I feel better,“ he suggests reassuringly, and smiles as you finally look relieved.
“Okay. Good.“
You help him up without asking and his heart skips a beat as you support him. The pain in his thigh is sharp and ugly, but the sting is lessened by your gentle arm around his waist.
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The walk to the stable was very slow, and you were constantly worried about him being in pain or more monsters appearing - but luckily, nothing of the sort happens.
You don‘t know if it‘s a type of post-resurrection lack of inhibition or an increased trust in you, but he‘s finally a bit more conversionally.
Right now, he‘s telling you a story about learning how to shield-surf; a method of getting around in certain terrain, whilst - as the name suggests - surfing on a shield.
You whine sympathetically as he ends the anecdote by explaining how he lost balance for the first time.
“But, as you just witnessed - it‘s not the first injury I‘ve sustained,“ he adds.
You bite your lip. “Yeah…“
“Hey, you don‘t have to look too upset, I‘m hardly the hero of legend here.“ he jokes.
“The hero of legend?“ you look confused - “all the people in Gerudo said you were the hero.“
“Well, I‘m… the current incarnation of him,“ he explains. “Admittedly, I‘m not a huge reader, but I did read some of the legends. Basically, every few centuries, the spirit of the hero gets reincarnated into another hylian, this time, it ended up being me.“
You nod. Honestly, after seeing him getting revived by a floating ball of light with wings, him being a reincarnated hero is pretty believable.
“So… I‘m guessing that the hero of legend had a particularly challenging time?“
“You could say that.“
“How‘d you find out that you‘re the hero?“ you inquire next, too curious now. For the few weeks you've known him so far, you‘ve usually kept your nose out of his business. On your second day in Hyrule, you told him a short anecdote about your family. But once you saw the brief flash of sadness in his eyes, you decided that you wouldn‘t ask him about his past. He seemed embarrassed enough when someone called him ‘hero‘, after all.
He gestures to the sheath on his back. “Pulled a sword from a stone,“ he mumbles softly.
“Woah, like Arthur?“ you respond with excitement.
He looks confused.
“Oh… he‘s a well-known mythological figure where I‘m from.“ you explain. “In some iterations of the legends he appears in, he pulls a sword from a stone - no other person is able to - and that means that he‘s the rightful king of England, I think.“
Link smiles. “I‘m glad I‘m just a hero then, I‘d hate to be king.“
“Me too!“ you agree, smiling as well.
The rest of the way is spent similarly - exchanging stories and smiles as you support the hero's weight. Link isn‘t yet ready to tell you that he‘s just fine enough to walk on his own by now. Your arm around his waist and your sweet-smelling skin, your overall proximity, are just too good to pass up.
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The Riverside Stable isn‘t exactly his first choice. Sure, it‘s leagues better than the bedroll, but there are still other hylians. Right now, he‘s only forced to interact with Ember, the owner of the stable. Link feels like the guy is paying a bit too much attention to you. Luckily, you‘ve still got an arm wrapped around him.
“…so, Link, a regular bed costs 20 rupees, and I‘d also offer you the Malanya bed, but that‘s occupied for the next few weeks.“ Ember finishes.
“I‘d like two regular beds then.“ Link replies.
Ember looks embarrassed. “Two? Oh, I‘m so sorry, I thought you‘d share a bed with your companion.“
Your face warms as the owner of the stable glances in your direction.
“Uhm, the other regular bed is also already occupied.“ Ember continues. “Do you two want to share?“ he suggests, before adding, “no funny business, however, you two aren‘t the only two here.“
Your face becomes even hotter. Link shoots you a look. “You can take the bed.“ you say quietly, “you‘re still injured. I‘ll take the bedroll.“
Link shakes his head. “No way!“
Unfortunately, you know by now just how stubborn he can be. If you don‘t offer to share, he‘ll just insist on taking the floor, and in general, that seems unfair to you. But especially now - after he saved your life and got badly injured (well, he straight up died) - it seems unfair.
Sensing your uncertainty, Ember points at the bed you two can rent. “It‘s the one on the very left.“
You swallow - you‘re so tired, so exhausted. “It‘s not that small… we could share.“ you suggest, hoping that his stubborn chivalry won‘t get in the way of a night of proper rest in a real bed.
Link nods and pays. “We‘ll manage. Thank you, Ember.“
“Thank you!“ you say gratefully and Link doesn‘t like that a whole lot. You just yawn, thankfully too tired to notice his inner turmoil.
You watch as he sets his bag, sheath, shield and bow down, beneath the bed. Link smiles gently and sits on the bed to tug his armour off.
“Need a hand?“ you offer, smiling.
Link nods and closes his eyes, simply enjoying your soft touches. He vaguely notices himself laying down on his side, and you tugging his boots off.
The last thing he hears before drifting asleep is you taking your shoes off, and the sheets rustling as you lay down besides him. This definitely isn‘t true tranquility - yet - but it sure is close.
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part one
part two
part three
part four
part five ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ
Taglist: @danyzta @shaq-27 @eyeless-kun
sometimes i think i‘d sooner set a new lowest% speedrun wr for totk than write believeable dialogue. oh well. :/ thank you so much for reading!! ❤️
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, link is slowly becoming more irrational, mild gore warning; it‘s not explicit but there are descriptions of getting injured, also death
part one
part two
part three
part four ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ
part five
word count: ~ 1100
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It‘s the late afternoon now, and you‘ve been walking for even longer.
You take a moment to soak up the warm sun, and to listen to a bit of birdsong. In the distance, a fox howls.
Your surroundings have been nothing short of beautiful since you came here. The snowy mountain range you first found yourself in, the town Link accompanied you to shortly after and the forest you stayed in earlier, as well as the regions you travelled through on your way. You remember the names of the places, and your companions' apparent nostalgic longing when sharing a few of them with you.
During your slightly longer stay near the forest of the spirits, as you learned it was called, he had shown you what looked a bit like an abandoned late-medieval church. Fittingly, he led you inside and asked you to keep watch while he prayed to a large, yet welcoming looking statue of a winged woman.
Of course, you did as he asked, and after he was done, he told you that this place was the Citadel of Time. He told you that, for as long as he could remember, he had prayed for guidance, strength and health in front of representations of the Goddess Hylia. He also told you that this day marked the first time he had ever prayed to her in order to thank her for receiving something precious. He didn’t tell you more, and you didn’t want to pry.
Afterwards, he led you to a small ruin a way behind the building. It was decimated, and you could tell that the destruction of the building had been somewhat recent. Link had placed a blue flower, which seemed to emit a soft glow, in front.
You often saw a melancholic longing in his eyes, but during those moments, it had been burning wildly.
Right now, it seems to have dimmed a little - still gleaming, but not as consuming.
“Back home, we have a variety of horse breeds. What kinds does Hyrule have?“ you ask, both genuinely curious and once again attempting to strike up a slightly longer conversation with your stoic travelling companion.
“Well, there are spotted horses. They‘re very mild-mannered and easy to tame.“ Link explains to you, secretly loving how he possesses all of your attention right now. It‘s increasingly more noticeable to him just how easy it is to talk to you.
“But in contrast, they usually don‘t have that much stamina. That‘s a far cry from making them useless, but we should tame one that can carry us both for long stretches of time with ease. Just in case.“ he elaborates further, trying not to get too distracted by the constant string of ‘my deity is going to sit behind me on our horse and probably going to cuddle up to me oh my Goddess-‘ in his thoughts.
You nod, still listening.
“One that‘s a completely solid colour is probably our best bet, because-“ Link interrupts himself as his long-trained instincts warn him about something. It takes him less than a second to realise just what it is: a quiet snarling noise, originating on your right.
He says your name to warn you and immediately grabs his sword and shield, the master swords blade whipping through the air.
“W-what‘s there?“ you ask, voice suddenly serious and obviously not trying to sound scared. He knows that right now is really not the time, but a part of him doesn‘t like the idea of you trying to hide your feelings like this. It‘s okay if you‘re scared, he‘d be too if he was in your position, but it‘s okay too because he‘s here!
The resulting mess of his feelings, just from the changed tone of your voice, is enough to screw with his timing in just the slightest.
The silver bokoblin lunges forward, out from behind the trees, aiming at the weaker target - you - first. Before it can strike, Link slices through the beast with the master sword, but he‘s a second too late. The blade of the beast strikes him just as the monster crumbles to dust, dealing a last final blow.
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You open your eyes again, hurriedly breathe in the air, your heart thumping away desperately.
“Link! Oh God-“
For the second time in less than two minutes, you feel like you‘re going to pass out.
He‘s laying on his front, blond hair dirtied and streaked with crimson blood. His usually so pristine blue tunic is ripped in the back, exposing old scarring mingled with fresh cuts. One of his boots is nearly torn off of his foot.
“Link!“ is all you can gasp as you scurry over to his body, turning him around and hugging him close in desperation. His blood dirties your shirt as you hold him, and long since past first aid training kicks in as you press your jacket against the worst of his gashes. The blood stains the light pastel fabric, but your mind couldn‘t be further away as you sob against his lifeless form.
“Link!“ You beg once more and press against his mouth, attempting to hear a breath, no matter how weak. All that fills your ears is your own panicked breathing, wheezy and desperate.
You hope that his own physiology isn‘t too far removed from that of the average human and start a desperate round of CPR.
Your arms and shoulders ache from the consistent presses to his chest and your knee hurts from you using it to press your jacket against his somehow still bleeding wound, and he‘s still not breathing. You don‘t stop, and soon, your tears join your saliva and sweat on his mouth as you attempt more mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Eventually, you sob and bury your head in his chest, too exhausted and shivering and never having felt like a grander failure. Why didn‘t you help him fight? Why didn‘t you-
You feel something tickle your hair and the sound of soft bells.
You sob loudly and look up, trying to face the truth: you‘re all alone now.
But… you‘re not. There‘s a small ball of lightning - with magenta see-through wings - flying circles around the body of your friend.
You awkwardly scurry aside, laying down in the dirt next to Link, watching the small being.
It emits a soft turquoise glow in the lessening light of the evening, and you find yourself transfixed.
Is this how Hylians die? Is this thing… the soul of your friend? You swallow and notice that you‘ve stopped crying. It‘s strangely peaceful. The small circle of light flutters, and as the setting sun casts a golden light and birds chirp in the trees - Link sputters and opens his eyes.
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part one
part two
part three
part four ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ
part five
Taglist: @danyzta @shaq-27 @eyeless-kun
well, at least you didn‘t have to wait an entire year this time!! also, i originally thought this would be like three chapters max. and now it‘s probably going to be triple that. whoomp whoomp. it‘s soo fun to write!! thank you so much for all the feedback, you guys are soo sweet!! ❤️
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, link is slowly becoming more irrational
part one
part two
part three ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ
part four
part five
word count: ~1300
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“There’s an inn about a four hour walk away - we’ll spend the night there… there’s lots of wild horses nearby,” he says. He’s still more focused on getting his breathing under control. You… you’re safe. And you agreed to not just walk away again, on a whim. Internally, he’s beaming with happiness. You promised him, even! You have to like him, even love him. You’re so, so… understanding.
“I will catch us a horse and tame it, then buy the proper equipment so that we can both ride on it. It’ll make our travels safer and more efficient.” he says in what he hopes sounds like a stable tone.
Inside, he’s anything but feeling stable… he wants to jump around and kiss all over your face. A horse! He’s getting you and him a horse.
You will sit behind him, close behind him, pressed against his back, arms wrapped around his waist, like he’s your only lifeline. He should be. He wants you to name the horse, he decides.
This is just like his fantasy… maybe you can keep the horse until he builds you a home… and he’ll build a proper stable for the horse, and a big outside area for it.
He imagines you standing next to a big, imposing, yet gentle horse, brushing its mane and tail, and delicately braiding it… perhaps you’d braid flowers into it…
The idea of flowers braided into the horses’ tail and mane makes him think of a wedding. Your wedding… you, marrying him… Him picking you up and placing you onto the horse and riding into the sunset with you as his spouse. Where would you spend your honeymoon?
“A horse? You can just… catch a wild one?” you sound intrigued. You’re interested in his abilities! He has to catch a horse that you’ll like. He nods.
“Yes… they like to gallop around the plains near the inn that we’ll be staying in. I’ll catch one for us… Do you have any preferences when it comes to fur?”
You shake your head ‘no’. He smiles. “I hope you can come up with a good name for our horse.“
“Alright!” you respond. Goddess, he loves your enthusiasm. You’re always so nice to him, so appreciative - you make him feel complete. He feels like a devoted follower, blessed by the deity that you ought to be.
“We’ll follow a common path to the inn, alright?” he explains, hoping to reassure you. You’re his divine deity - the least he can do is keep you safe.
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You’ve been walking for about two hours now - a little less than half of today’s trip. You’re glad that you’re rather used to walking places… one of the perks of living in the city.
Your companion doesn’t seem too interested in talking. You’ve tried to strike up a few conversations, but he’s just quickly answered whatever question you started it with with a short answer. Maybe he just doesn’t like to talk with you?
You know that you’re an outsider here - perhaps the only things he wants to discuss are simply not understood by you, and he doesn’t feel like explaining? At least he trusts you that you can come up with a name for the horse he’s planning on catching.
You wonder how that’ll go… What horse will he choose? You think about naming options. You think that naming it after a food could be cute - maybe Cookie, or Cheese, or something silly like that? Then again, maybe the silent hero walking next to you wouldn’t appreciate such silliness.
You try to think of other names that you know. You know of a few horses, owned by friends, back home - Spirit and Merlin are the only names you can remember. You’re not sure if they’ll work… What if the horse ends up having an entirely different character than something that a name like ‘Merlin‘ might suggest?
You end up deciding on choosing three names that might work, and then leaving it up to Link to decide on a final name. After all, he seems to have more experience with horses than you, perhaps?
“L-link?” you ask in a nervous voice.
“Yes?” he responds, in the same focused and get-to-the-point way that he’s used since you started walking. In general, you feel that he seems… different than before, ever since the foraging thing this morning.
“Uh, about the horse's name.”
“Yes?”
“So, I’ve come up with three different names. I thought that you could choose one of them.”
“Yes.”
He stares up at you, looking intently.
You try to gauge how he’ll react to your suggestions - you tried to use a silly name, a more intimidating name and a name that could also work for any other type of being.
You clear your throat a little. “I came up with Cheese, Lightning or Tauro.”
He looks happy enough with ‘Cheese’ and ‘Lightning’, but when you say Tauro, his eyes seem to narrow. If he hadn’t basically saved your life multiple times by now, it would’ve probably scared you pretty badly. It still makes you uncomfortable, however.
But with the blink of an eye, his expression is back to normal. Attentive blue eyes look up at you. He just looks and sounds curious now as he inquires, “What’s Tauro mean? Have you ever met someone with that name?”
“Oh, I just thought it sounded kinda cool-“ you start.
Link interrupts you, however: “So you’ve never met anyone before who has that name?”
“Uh, no?,” you answer, confused, “Should I have?”
“Goddess, no!” He sounds like he was just burned. He clears his throat. “I mean… it’s an okay name, but…”
You swallow and hum. “W-we don’t have to name it Tauro.”
As you say the name again, a look of pain and anger temporarily creeps onto Link’s face. He quickly smiles again however, and you wonder if you just didn’t see his face properly. He basically saved you, you doubt that he would ever hurt you. You feel a little guilty for even assuming that.
“I like ‘Lightning‘.“ Link informs you, and you feel relieved that the Tauro “discussion“ is over.
You nod. “Our horse will be named ‘Lightning‘, then.“ you say and smile at him, hoping that he isn‘t still secretly mad at you.
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Our horse! You said our horse. As in, owned by both of you. Together!
If Link hadn‘t been practising how to regulate his facial expressions since he was ten, he‘d be smiling from ear to ear. The warm feeling in his chest is growing stronger.
The Tauro thing still nags at him a little, but he is certain that you don‘t know just why that name caused him such upset. Surely you don‘t know Tauro. It‘s a common enough name.
Link‘s throat goes dry at the thought of you knowing him. He‘ll have to make sure that he never introduces you two.
Link‘s throat resembles the Gerudo dessert during noon as he imagines your voice, friendly and all - “Tauro! That‘s a great name! I almost named my horse that.“
Goddess, that can‘t happen. Tauro would be horrible for you. You deserve someone who actually knows you, actually cares!
That idiot could never give you what you want. But you‘re still so naive when it comes to his world. Link decides that he has to keep you both apart, at any cost.
Actually, it‘s probably best if he keeps you separate from most people your age. You‘ve only known him since you arrived here, through whatever cosmic means. That‘s a sign! A sign from Hylia. If the Goddess can choose him as the hero of the wilds, then she can choose his partner.
And you‘re very lucky that you met him first. He‘s protected you since he first found you, cold and alone in the Hebra mountains.
I don’t know if you’re still around but I love your username! “The Hands Resist Him” was a painting that scared the DAYLIGHTS out of me as a child. It was surreal to see it mentioned while browsing the Shigaraki x Y/N tag 😭✨
you’re the first person to get where my username comes from!! the painting actually kinda reminds of shiggy so that’s where the name comes from!! 💕
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.”
contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, punishment, bondage (rope), nipple clamps, toys under clothing, semi-public
this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october. here’s the first part!!
word count: ~1100
The next time you tease both your boys, it’s induced by Johnny.
On a cold Wednesday morning - Simon and Johnny are still on leave, you’ve got the day off work too - Simon wakes up to a strangled moan, mixed with a weird sensation against his thigh.
It doesn’t take longer than a second for him to recognise what’s happening - Johnny is humping against his thigh, cock catching against Simon’s boxers as it weeps, staining the fabric.
Johnny sighs and whines with every thrust, his body shaking. It’s been three days since you’ve denied them an orgasm, and Johnny, ever the needy brat, refuses to accept that.
So, waking up to you gone, presumably having left to buy some breakfast for the three of you, Johnny decides to grab the moment by its balls, having relieved himself of his clothes and now humping against Simon.
Could he have also just quickly stroked his cock, hidden away in the bathroom, to only be found guilty by the next session since he’s so bad at pretending to be desperate to cum when he really isn’t?
Sure, but Johnny is determined to drag Simon down with him. The blond bastard had it coming, he decides - boyfriend or not, Simon’s determination to be obedient is getting on his nerves.
Besides, the idea of corrupting the man into disobedience, breaking Simon’s perfect record, is very appealing.
And, - Johnny can only guess that it’s because the man is still half asleep - Simon takes the fucking bait, chomps down on it before he can realise that he’s become a fish on a hook.
“Johnny, wha’-“ he stutters out, “master told us not ta-“
And Simon reaches down, his calloused hand closing around Johnny’s weeping cock, clutching his base. Of course, he’s attempting to shove Johnny off, to make him behave by roughly tugging on his sensitive cock - Simon doesn’t want to be involved with Johnny’s disobedience.
Unfortunately for Simon, he choose the worst fucking moment to hold onto Johnny.
Unfortunately for Simon, it looks like he’s touching Johnny, giving him a handjob.
Unfortunately for Simon, you walk in at this very moment.
You almost drop the tray of breakfast you were holding, setting it down on the nightstand as you calmly walk towards your boys.
Your expression has immediately turned sour - from happy and kind to cold and mean. Johnny whimpers, but he can’t help his smirk - his eyes are betraying his excitement as he notices your disapproving glance at Simon’s hand wrapped around his cock. Simon has frozen in place, big brown eyes wide and glistening as he swallows, speechless for a second.
You sit down on the bed and look at your watch.
“You have a minute to explain yourselves.”
“I-I didn’t t-touch Johnny. ‘was only shoving him off, he was trying to hump me and I-,” Simon stutters, “I wasn’t bad, master, I wasn’t, I swear, please-“
Johnny interrupts his boyfriend’s babbling and - with a surprising gentleness - takes Simon’s hand off of his cock. Simon whines as he only realises just now that he was still holding onto his dick, which he knows looks bad. Very bad.
“Simon was touchin’ on me, master, he got my dick out n’ everything, ” Johnny lies, voice confident, “he’s a fuckin‘ brat.“
“‘m not, ‘m not, he’s lying, he’s lying-“ the panicked tone in Simon’s voice is heartbreaking, he looks like he’s about to cry. “Please master, don’t believ’ ‘im, he’s lying, I only wanted to shov’ ‘im off of me, I promise, master, p-please…”
You clap your hands, indicating that the minute is over.
“Alright. I’ve heard enough.”
Simon whines and slumps his shoulders, hiding beneath the blankets.
“I’ll punish you later,” you say, “my boys need some breakfast now.”
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Johnny squeezes his boyfriend's hand as they huddle closer - he’s desperate to hide his whimpers and whines. Once again, you’ve used his sensitivity against him. There’s a vibrating ring nosing his dick, and it’s hell.
The vibrations keep him even more horny than he’s usually is, and the ring keeps him from cumming. Johnny’s walking slowly. If he moved too quickly, he’d rub the fabric of his boxers right against his leaky tip, and he’s already noisy enough.
The park you’re taking a stroll through is calm and empty, the cold october night illuminated by the street lamps, the (barely visible, light pollution and all that) stars and almost full moon. Under normal circumstances, Johnny would appreciate the scenery, but with a constant stimulus vibrating away at his cock - not a chance.
Then again, as he glances over at Simon, he wonders if he got the lesser of the punishment.
Simon is wearing the black surgical mask that he usually wears when going outside, and his hood is up, but the tears in his brown eyes tell of his distress.
The hoodie that he’s wearing, as well as the jacket, is some of the baggiest clothing that he owns, and Johnny well knows why.
Beneath all of his clothes, - of course, without intercepting his arms and legs - Simon is bound in tight rope. A beautiful pink, thin rope is artfully woven across his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples and his aching cock.
His hands are in his hoodie pocket, and they’re also tied together, albeit with a different rope.
Simon has always been susceptible to rope, the tight, woven restraints always signalling comfort, and to his dismay, arousal.
Johnny can imagine what it’s like - each step, no matter how slowly he’s walking - is tightly interlaced with the sensation of rope tugging on him, a constant reminder of the rope that’s both a thing to hold him together, and a thing that keeps him restrained.
Johnny knows that the rope alone is enough to turn Simon’s brain to mush. Too bad for him, because there’s not only rope on Si - you’ve used rough metal clamps on his nipples, a delicate weight hanging on both. Everytime he moves, the ropes running across his pecs tease the sensitive flesh, and Johnny knows that he’d long have started crying if he was the one in Simon’s shoes.
Luckily, he isn’t, because he knows that he would scream as you place a hand on Simon’s neck and tug at the ropes, rubbing against the clamps.
“Please, please, ahhh- master-“
Simon shudders and sobs, his body trembling as a few tears escape.
“Aww, baby, what's the matter?”
Simon hiccups and nuzzles against your shoulder as soon as you let go. Squeezing yourself between both boys, you place your hands on their necks.
contains: smut, gn!dom!reader x sub!johnny x sub!ghost, orgasm delay/denial, anal (plug in johnny), hand job, simon remembers fucking johnny
this work is part of a small “kinktober” thing - i sadly don’t have the time to write a lot, so instead of posting something for each day in october, i decided to try to post something on each sunday in october and something on halloween!! here’s the second part
word count: ~1200
The first time you really tease both men is on a rainy Sunday evening. Both are sprawled across your sofa, wearing loose clothing, a picture of pure comfort - Simon is resting in Johnny's lap, skull mask still on.
You enter the room, smiling. “Are my boys ready to be taught a lesson?” you ask, voice saccharine.
Johnny just hums, whilst Simon - ever the obedient one - immediately sits up straight, eager at the thought of being touched, to get the special attention that only you can dish out.
“I’m ready, love,” as always, Simon is the first to speak, his brown eyes glistening with adoration, like a dog that’s eager to get pet.
“‘m ready,” Johnny says next. His answer is shorter, less respectful - as usual.
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Just twenty minutes later, you had one nude trembling man in your lap, and another wearing just his boxers, sitting before you on the carpet.
Simon, ever the obedient one, is holding onto your shoulders as you coo at him and stroke his cockhead. The featherlight touches are coaxing his sensitive dick to release a steady stream of precum, which you eagerly spread all over his cock. Still, it’s not nearly enough for the poor thing.
At a particularly mean touch - you’ve carefully pressed your pinkie finger against his slit, wiggling around a little, knowing exactly that the sensation reminds him of being sounded - Simon catches himself lifting his hips up in an attempt to meet your touch.
Immediately, he tries his best to counteract the movement, fingers boring into your shoulders as he forces his hips back down. “I’m s-so sorry, master…” he whines, nuzzling against your shoulder.
You kiss his neck. “It’s alright, baby. Can you grab the remote for me?”
Simon hiccups and nods, leaning over and handing the remote to you. You smirk as you take it, and then let go of his dick. He whines, but swallows down any complaints.
Noting his discomfort, you place one hand on his lower back and nip at his neck. “You can touch yourself. But, no cumming.” As soon as the words are out, Simon babbles out a string of ‘thank yous!’ and whines, lazily humping into his fist.
With your other hand, you menacingly hold up the remote, and the man kneeling on the carpet swallows as he sees it. His gorgeous blue eyes are wide open, disbelief and a hint of fear mixing with the anticipation.
With a tilt of your head and a mean smirk, you turn the vibrating plug nestled against his prostate off. Johnny wastes no time when it comes to protesting as his cock bobs, awkwardly spilling his creamy precum over his cock.
“Hah– you– sadistic fockin’ whore–” Johnny starts hurling curses at you, eyes narrowing as he sweats some more, skin glistening in the dim light of the living room.
He struggles to sit straight, catching his breath as a heartwarming, pitiful sob escapes his open mouth, a bit of drool joining the puddle of pre on the floor.
“Aww, were you close, love?” you mock, laughing as you toss the remote on the armchair, thus openly revealing that you've got no intention to activate the plug again. Johnny doesn't know if that's a bad thing or not.
You reach forward again, causing Simon to make a startled noise as the fabric of your shirt accidentally moves against his throbbing cock, marking it with his precum.
Paying Simon's whines no attention, you grab the bottle of lube, holding it in your dominant hand. The man in your lap bites his lip, holding out hope that maybe you'll coat your fingers in the lube and work him open, cruelly teasing his prostate until he struggles to speak.
But you don't. Instead, you click your tongue, thus immediately making Johnny pay attention to you.
“Come ‘ere, boy.” you instruct, and just for a second, Johnny considers getting up, and not crawling towards you on all fours like he's been trained to do. But he swallows his brattiness - God knows he's shown enough of that already - and obediently comes close to your outstretched hand.
“Grab the lube. You're going to take your plug out, pet,” you gently pat Johnny’s head, “and you better not cum during.”
Johnny whines at your command and peels his boxers off, the stained fabric clinging to his skin where he dirtied it with his pre.
He takes the bottle with a shaking hand and immediately goes to work.
Simon starts to tremble in your lap, cock twitching in interest at every strangled gasp that Johnny lets out, every wet squelch as he works the plug out of himself.
Simon doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but the prolonged teasing has made him a little delusional - perhaps you’re ordering Johnny to take the plug out so that there’ll be room for his cock? Maybe, just maybe, you’re going to allow Simon to fuck him?
He tries to banish the memory of the last time you made Simon fuck Johnny - how you had one steady hand between his shoulderblades, instructing Simon on just what he’s allowed to do.
“That’s it, baby, you can go faster, go on, Simon, work him open…” your voice echoes in his head.
‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ he thinks, as he notices himself getting closer to the edge. Still, he can’t help his mind from replaying your words, “You better not cum if you know what’s good for you. I swear, Simon, if you finish, I’ll make sure you can’t properly sit for the next three weeks-“
With a panicked whelp, Simon pinches the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm at the last second. It hurts, to edge himself like that, but disappointing you would be worse.
You, ever observant, have paid close attention to Simon’s struggle, and immediately hug him and kiss his neck. “That’s my boy. Good job!”
He keens at the praise, happy to have made you proud. Still, he’s close to the edge, and has to pinch himself again at Johnny’s slutty moan as the man finally works the plug out.
You clap your hands. “You boys did so good!”
Wait. Johnny blinks up at you. Usually, you only say this sort of thing when you’re done with the scene. But the scene can’t be done yet, can it? Simon and him haven’t cum yet, and-
The sadistic gleam in your eyes confirms both boys’ fear.
Simon whimpers and sighs, head hanging low, his shoulders slumped as he wordlessly accepts your silent instruction.
Johnny wants to fight, to argue, but he knows it’s useless. Besides, he knows that he and Simon asked for this, get off on being denied, and if it truly gets unbearable, there’s always the safeword.
Johnny sets the lube down on the table and blinks again. “Master, may we shower? Cold shower, maybe?”
once again, I am pleading with folks to please.... tag the sub!reader stuff they rb with just one sub!reader tag.... pls even if it's just a thirst, I beg. I don't want to be reading my mutuals' cannibalism posts...
and then suddenly get emotionally flash banged with "he shoved his huge daddy dom horse cock down your wet gullet and told you how badly you parallel park" or whatever
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 ⇦ ｙｏｕ ａｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ
part two
part three
part four
part five
word count: ~1400
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You and him find a secluded spot in the woods to spend the night.
He thoroughly scouts out the immediate area for a moment, making sure that there are no monsters around.
It’s late into the night, almost midnight, so he hurries up preparing everything - not that there’s much to prepare. But he lights a fire, and he puts down his bedroll, and he tells you to use it. He’ll keep watch, he tells you.
“Is this really okay?” you say in a tired voice.
He nods. “I bet you’re not used to sleeping on the ground.”
“Mmh.” you would argue further, but you’re so tired that you don’t protest, just lay down. It’s not as bad as you thought. He insisted on making sure there were no rocks beneath the bedroll, not even the tiniest thing - smooth ground all the way. You pull the thin covers over you and rest your head on the pillow. You don’t close your eyes yet, however.
He looks at you and smiles. “Sleep well.”
Quickly after, you fall asleep.
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It’s early morning, around four, when you wake again. He’s laying next to you, arms tightly wrapped around you, right hand placed beneath your shirt, on your back. His hand feels surprisingly soft, although some of the callousness you’d expect due to his, uh, living circumstances, is also there. He’s breathing softly, and definitely asleep. His sword and other weapons are placed right next to the bed roll.
You find yourself not knowing how to react. Although this is definitely a bit forward, he did lend you his bedroll, and has been so, so nice to you so far. If not for him… you don’t know how you would’ve gotten along in this world. Probably gobbled up by some monsters. He deserves some rest too…
A voice - his voice - snaps you out of your thoughts.
“Darling…”
You notice that he’s sleeping - breathing as softly and evenly as before, hand still located on your back. Perhaps he is dreaming about his lover? You hope that this isn’t one of those dreams. That’d be really weird. But you guess that even if that’s so - not like that’d be his fault. He can’t help what he’s dreaming about.
“‘M… never… going to let you go,” he continues.
You can’t help but smile a little. Yes, you decide, he’s definitely dreaming about a lover. You wonder if you’ll ever meet them. You fall asleep again.
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It’s later in the morning when you wake up again.
You stretch and yawn. He gives you a friendly nod once he sees that you’re awake and waves at you.
“Good morning!” you say.
He smiles back at you, then turns back to the fireplace. He seems to be grilling the mushrooms he collected yesterday. You smile at the smell and get up from the bedroll.
He’s wearing his armour, and all of his weapons on him. You remember that he did wear his armour in bed with you - you felt the metal on his shoulders pressed against your chest - he must’ve put the weapons back on. It only makes sense, after all.
You can’t help but think of him sleeping next to you… he seems to be unbothered by it. Maybe it’s just a common thing among travellers? You decide to not think anything else of it.
You fold the blanket and the pillow, and roll up the bedroll. You have to bend over to pick up the bedroll, and you feel like he glances over at you for a moment as you do so…
Snap out of it! you tell yourself. He’s probably just making sure that you’re folding it up correctly. Besides, if you’re going with the dream he had earlier, he's already got someone else, so don’t get your hopes up!
You place all the parts of the makeshift bed together. He doesn’t look at you again, but rather, seems to stare at the fire and continue preparing the mushrooms.
You decide that since he’s made sure that the area is safe just last night, some mild exploring might do you some good. The noise of your steps is overshadowed by the cackling fire and muffled by the dampness of the forest floor.
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After a few more minutes of roasting the mushrooms over the fire, he stretches a little and decides to sit down. As he stares into the fire, he reflects on last night. Admittedly, laying down next to you was a bit forward…
But then again. He allowed you to travel with him, although you’re slower, and he allowed you to sleep on his bedroll. And he defended you against the monsters, and he’s making you food right now. He deserves a bit of comfort, doesn’t he?
‘Hopefully, the bedroll will keep her scent for a while.’ he catches himself thinking. ‘If she’s always with me… then I’ll never have to worry about that…’ a part of his mind continues.
He catches himself staring into the flames and entertaining the thought. He imagines you living with him, in a house built by him, near a village of your choosing. He imagines you and him sleeping next to each other, perhaps even more entangled together than last night.
He could make you food. Maybe you could keep horses. He could use his strong arms and knowledge of weapons for something other than fighting. Although… if someone were to get too close to you… He’ll make sure to never forget how to properly handle people like that.
But there’s a certain tranquillity in thinking about how everyday life would be with you.
You and him could design a house together: you said you’d like to stargaze, so obviously, there’d be a large balcony.
It could connect to the bedroom; he imagines a big bed where you can sleep on the proper mattress that you deserve. Next to him, of course. He could build it himself. He knows that he’s rather strong; so, since he wants it to be a place where he can have you all to himself, he’ll need to make sure that the bed is built in a way to be able to keep up with that. And it’ll need a big canopy - a physical thing to keep out the outside world. He’ll get to keep you all to himself there.
And he’ll build you a nice big closet, so that you can keep all the luxurious clothes he’ll buy for you. He wonders what you’d like to wear… He thinks about buying you jewellery. Small amber earrings. A necklace… perhaps one of those tight ones, that would go around your neck. And he’d make sure that you have a ring on, too, just like he will. He wants you to have a closet full of pretty clothes. Maybe you’d ‘steal’ some of his too… you in his tunic… he smiles at the thought. You, in the morning, perhaps still slightly sleepy - quickly getting out of bed, searching for something to wear. Maybe you’d just quickly slip on some of his clothes. You’d sit on a nearby chair and smile at him. And there’d be a big desk for you to paint and craft and write by.
You’d also want a nice bathroom, probably. A really modern one, where you could shower… perhaps with him. And it’d need a bathtub, too!
And he’d make sure to build a strong, big staircase… it could lead right into the living room. He’d like a kitchen area that would connect to the living room… just a big open space. So that he can always watch you. You could cook together, and he’d make all your favourite meals. And he’d make sure that you’d have a big sofa, to cuddle on and hang out on and maybe indulge in other activities there too.
The windows would be big and open, to always let the sun in.
And maybe, if you’d like it, you’d keep horses. He wonders what you’d name yours. He could teach you how to ride… maybe help you catch one. Or maybe you’d only have one horse, and he’d never teach you to ride, so that you’d always have to rely on him to get around. So that he’d always be around you. And you’d sit behind him on his horse, and he’d purposely ride a little faster than you’re used to, and you’d hold onto his waist.
He finds himself smiling. The thought makes him feel warm inside, in a way that he’s not used to. He thinks that you must be feeling hungry, so he picks up one of the mushroom skewers from the fireplace. He turns around to face you. His smile falls. You’re not there.
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i swear if i was isekai-d (?) to hyrule i’d be killed for blasphemy in seconds - “lmao weak ass goddess hylia needing a nine year old to fight her battles for h-“ *gets struck down by lightning*
uhhh enough babbling hope you enjoyed ❤️ comments and likes are always appreciated, same as reblogs of course!! master list is here :)
