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manias-wordcount · 7 months

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um !! so ive totally been using ur page as my nightly routine teehee and like. sorry in advance if ur requests r clsoed , im new to tumblr so i seriously have no idea how to check😭😭

but i was thinking ;; could you please write a smut for totk link and fem reader ? in whichhh u both hide in a closet together in like the castle or smth.. and to calm u down he like lets u ride him HAJHAH

so embarrassed, but imagining the shakey breaths and sounds of his armour clanking against the wall as he thrusts upwar ds .....

i know im a slut but im only a girl !! i cant help it..!

- r 🍒

Hero's Duty (BOTW Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗢

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be giving in like this. He should be stronger than this. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He shouldn’t be wanting this. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t.

But fate is a cruel mistress. And he can’t stand it when you squeeze your thighs together and look at him like he’s the only thing you’ll ever need. He can’t stand it.

Still, He’s supposed to be a knight. He’s supposed to be a hero. Disciplined and proper. Courageous and strong. Polite. Gallant. Respect. Dignified. Honorable. He’s supposed to be all those things. And he is! He swears, deep down inside he is. He knows he is. Everyone knows he is. He’s been congratulated by the king directly before. Called upon by him to take up arms and join the fight. And He serves Princess. He serves the people. He serves the kingdom. Hell, he’s even wearing some of his royal armor right now. He’s supposed to be a knight. He’s supposed to be a hero. He’s supposed to be protecting you right now.

Not lifting up your dress and gripping your hips as he bounces your needy little hole down onto his cock over and over and over and over again.

It’s not what he should be doing. He has a mission. He has orders. He has a task to complete. Duty to fulfill. People to protect. People who need him. But your pussy feels so tight and so warm and so wet around his cock it’s amazing how he managed to last this long. But now that he started, he knows he can’t stop. He won’t stop. Not until he’s finished. Not until you’re both finished.

“ Ah….um, Link- Ah~”

However long it takes.

“You like that, princess?” He murmurs lowly, blue eyes narrowing in on your face as your eyes cross and your mouth falls open into a lewd expression. You don’t respond- at least, you don’t respond with words to his question. But at this point, he’s not even sure if you would have been able to hear him over the sounds of your cute little whimpers and moans as he thursts his hips into you. Or maybe it’s the dirty sounds of your soaking wet little cunt taking in every single inch of his dick that keeps you from hearing the sound of your lover’s voice. He doesn’t know for certain, but the selfish, selfish part of him likes to think it’s a combination of the two. And the rational part of him? “You’re taking me so well pretty girl. So well. ”

The rational part of him knows it’s a little bit of both. Plus the fact that you always manage to get a little dick drunk when someone fucks you good and proper. And luckily for you, Link’s happy to play knight in shining armor to his needy little princess and her perfectly tight little holes -

Fuck, you bring out the worst in him. But you know that don’t you? He swears it. He swears you do. He swears you have to . Goddesses, he doesn’t even remember what he’s supposed to be doing right now. He knows it was supposed to be something important. Something only he could do. But then you started getting anxious. After every battle, after every fight- you still manage to worry about him. You still manage to fear that your powers and your efforts as his support won’t be good enough.

It’s cute how you worry. It’s cute how you care. But he had a job to do. And he needed you in good shape to do it. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quell your nerves. Your silent shaking. Your quiet whimpers. And worst of all? Every promise that he’ll protect was starting to fall flat in your ears. Every comforting touch didn’t seem like it worked. Didn’t seem like it was enough . But he had a job to do. A job that included your safekeeping and your safe return. So he did what any good knight would do.

He pulled you into the nearest closet he could find and got you nice and relaxed on his fingers before stuffing you nice and full with his cock.

Now your moans bounce off the walls like hymns in a church. Now his name falls off of your lips like deities in a prayer. Now you can be protected. Nurtured. Cared for. All by him. All for you.

And maybe there were better ways of taking care of you and your fears. Maybe an orgasm and a good dicking down isn’t exactly what you need in this moment. But your precious little pussy is taking his cock so effortlessly that he’s starting to feel less of a knight and more like a man. A man who can’t help but have wants. A man who can’t help but feel lust. A man who can’t help but need to fuck a pretty girl when he’s not supposed to and make excuses about it.

And he’ll do it again the next chance he gets. He’ll do it all over again.

“ Mmm, Link I’m…I’m close…”

Your whimper is quiet, but within the four walls of this closet, it could be the loudest thing in the world right now. Louder than the loud slap of his pelvis hitting against your skin. Louder than his armor groaning and creaking under all this movement. Louder than the sound of you get exactly what you asked for when you look at your hero to distract you- to save you - from this moment of fear.

“ Oh, yeah baby? You’re getting close? ”

But that’s the thing… he knows. He knows because you’ve been getting louder. He knows because you’ve been getting tighter . He knows because every single time his gaze falls back to the spot where your bodies join, and his dick gets swallowed up by your perfect little cunt time after time, he feels his own core tightening up in a way he can only assume will leave you nice and full and messy until he gets the chance to clean you up later on. He knows you’re close. He knows .

“ Well, that’s too bad, princess.” He grinds out, eyes narrowing into slits as his hands tighten his grip on your hips. And goddesses, how you whimper. Goddesses, how you whine . But no matter how many times you beg him and you cry to him he doesn’t change up like he knows you want him to. He doesn’t shift his angle to hit deeper. He doesn’t speed up his thrusts to hit faster. He doesn’t cater to your every whim. He doesn’t listen to your heavenly cries when you beg him to let you reach euphoria with every single breath you take. At least, not this time. At least, not yet.

But fuck, you bring out the worst in him. You bring out the absolute worst in him. You bring out the man in him. So it’s only fair. It’s only fair that he takes what’s his. It’s only fair that he calls the shots. That he makes the orders on this battlefield. That he fucks you how he wants to. That he fucks you how he needs to.

That he fucks you like he absolutely should.

Because deep down in his mind, he’s still a knight. He’s still disciplined and proper. Courageous and strong. Polite. Gallant. Respect. Dignified. Honorable. He can learn to say no to you. He can learn not to give into your every want. To your every need. He can learn. He can do it. He’s your knight in shining armor. He’s your one and only hero. Your one and only everything . So he can do it. He can do it. He can.

Can’t he?

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lunarartistry13 · 4 months

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Merry Christmas!

Today I give to you holiday art that goes along with @kenlair ‘s “The Couple of Gracemas” on Wattpad!

#zelda #zelda fandom #zelda fanart #loz #zelda tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom #zelda fanfiction #botw #botw fanfic #zelink #Gracemas #breath of the wild fanfiction #breath of the wild #zelda breath of the wild

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imaginethezeldaverse · 8 months

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Ahhh I love your work! Every work of yours I’ve read has been absolutely amazing, you write so beautifully. I was wondering if I could maybe request a Revali x reader headcanons of Rito mating season or heat/rut? Have a wonderful day/night as well!

Hmmm okay, I think I can give you a few off the top of my head, sure! Since we're talking about a mating season, I'm going to write reader a female/afab/child-bearing capable perspective, if that's okay. There's a headcanon I have that will involve that aspect (so trigger warning for that too btw - I'll add it in in the tags but just an fyi!) I also added a little mini fic in there for funsies lol enjoy!

It's overwhelming for him. Being with you is the first time his heat has ever truly affected him before, so the experience engulfs the poor Rito man. It's a new experience for you both.

He's scared he'll hurt you - like...actually scared. For as headstrong as he can be and how well he carries himself, he very much is still a hero - and that means no harm comes to people that don't deserve it. Especially you - who he loves so dearly and would give his ability to fly if it came down to it.

His instincts are so strong he almost can't control them this time. There's a sensation in him that needs to breed you - take you over and over until he knows he's successfully put a child in you.

Should you decide to help him, he's definitely not going to be gentle. You'll likely sustain some scratches, rug burn, and a few hickies here from his love bites. He's giving in to inhibition here, running with something more primal and animalistic than either of you are used to. But if that scares you - please heed his warning and leave! He absolutely would not hold it against you.

Afterwards, he's very cuddly and it's then you'll realize that he's made a makeshift nest out of a bunch of soft things he owned: garments, shed feathers, even all of his scarves that he's owned through the years. He'll hold you to his chest (and his heart is beating FAST), his chirps and trills are quiet but against your body you hear him clear as day. It takes a few minutes for him to slip back into a less animal-like frame of mind, so forgive him if he doesn't answer any questions or respond to you coherently right away.

Normally Revali had never had an issue with mating season before recent - without a mate to call his own, the ruts were never something he couldn't handle. However, after falling for you, the creation of an unbreakable bond of love and trust changes things inside him. His Rito DNA senses the deep affection he holds for you and ultimately alters his internal biology to reflect as such. So when mating season comes around, you're both blissfully unaware at first. Until you walk into his hut and find him doubled over. The scent of you hits him right away, and in a very rough, shaky voice he begs you not to come any closer. But you can clearly see that he's sweating profusely, feathers fluffed and tousled. He's disheveled and groaning in what sounds like pain so immediately you're thinking he's injured...or worse.

When you try to approach him again he raises his voice to leave him alone. "Please!" he begs - and the red alarms in your head are blaring because he is not one to beg for anything - "I need you...t-to leave..." his head hangs and his chest heaves as he tries to keep a semblance of his decency intact, "I c-c-can't...pro...tect you..." You look at him confused, protect you from what? There's currently no danger! Scanning the room, you still don't understand. But then you remember, from a book you'd read a while ago that Princess Zelda has lent to you (just so you could understand Rito culture a bit better) - spring always meant mating season. Your eyes connect with the foliage that peeks just outside of Revali's window - an elder tree in full bloom. So Revali was-- "Let me help you," you offer, realizing now why he seemed so pained. You didn't think about the decision, didn't think about the repercussions - all you wanted was for him to no longer be in distress. The black pupils of this emerald eyes withered to slits. His breathing picks up, a few short huffs away from a hyperventilation. With the last shred of coherent thought he could must, he exhaled out, "I'll...hurt...you..."

Perhaps it was your bravery, or maybe your caring, stubborn heart that would shrug off your coat, laying it on the ground before him. Revali watches you through his exasperated panting, the erection in his lower garments straining terribly, though he's trying to hide it. The groan he lets out sends a chill down your own spine when you move to gently cup his beak in your hands. As soon as you understood what was happening, you knew the risk of staying there. "I don't care, Revali...I know what you need..." his feather take on a more purple shade as he flushes, "...And I want to help you."

You barely have time to undo the bodice portion of your dress when your hands release his face and you turn to undress, because he almost immediately pins you down. His rush on your body has you landing a little awkwardly on your chest and stomach, but it's soothed by the sensation of long, soft fingered-feathers caressing your sensitive skin. The Rito's beak pecks everywhere he can reach, even plucking at your sleeves to release more of your skin from your dress. You feel his taloned foot wrap around your ankle, not necessarily doing anything to you other than anchoring you beneath him. His winged digits pinch your nipples to stiffness: the combination of those pulses of electricity and the very obvious hardness poking at your backside have you gasping already.

His rut makes him impatient; you know this as you already feel fingers circling your entrance, half to rile you up further, half to make sure you're ready. But again - Revali is impatient, and so up goes your dress, over your hips. There's brief shuffling behind you and then just as you brace your hand around what would essentially be his wrist, Revali is already spreading your legs and sliding between them. The pressure of him inside of you has you keening, and you're thankful for the little bit of foreplay you were given, making you just wet enough to accommodate him. The wing that toyed with your chest was now crowding around your neck, pulling your body upright and flush against his chest as he took you.

Revali is far less than gentle, the rough huffs and deep chitters falling over your skin as he held you still: one wing wound very loosely around your neck, the other gripping your thigh for purchase. His beak nibbled at whatever flesh he could reach. "Re...valiiiiii" you whined out, breath hitching mid thrust. But he could not hear you, his mind so incensed with fucking you to fullness, more avian than anything else as he slammed his hips into you. Yes, he would bed you multiple times that evening, and in multiple positions no less, spilling his seed so deep inside you, even he wasn't able to get you pregnant - he was surely going to take you like he planned on it.

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After all is said and done, you eventually wake upon a bed of soft clothes and feathers. As you look down you realize it's shaped meticulously, as though it was made to have a form. It was then you realize his need to mate had him go through all of the motions: including building a nest for his mate. You look up at your Rito Champion, the tufts of his feathers much more relaxed than earlier as he rests. Your fingers gently stroke his beak, and the pleased chirp he lets out warms your heart. His wings wrap around your frame a little tighter; your hands waft through the down of his chest. You've no idea if this means you'll actually conceive or not - but you do know you don't mind in the least. You love Revali entirely, you wouldn't have offered if you didn't, and you're hoping that making love to him through his rut was proof enough. His beak finds your temple, carefully nibble and peck at the strands of your hair as if to preen you - it makes you giggle, his animal instincts still showing out in small ways as he settles down into sleep.

You'd assess any repercussions of his rougher handling when you awoke later, right now it just felt good to be in his arms like this.

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fioreofthemarch · 6 months

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Vicious Sickles

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Relationship: Link & Original Yiga Clan characters Words: 2596 | AO3 link [cw blood and combat violence]

Chest heaving, hands shaking, vision fading. This was meant to be practice.

Link steadies himself on the marshy sand beneath his feet, and winces from the pain. Every muscle cries out, every breath is ragged. A solitary thought keeps him standing: this would be a lousy place to die.

He blinks slowly as he focuses on the problem ahead; a trio of screeching lizalfos, hip-hopping from foot to foot, lizal-blades in hand, their beady eyes rolling. One of the rascals wields a Royal Broadsword that Link went to great lengths to salvage from Hyrule Castle, having used its disgusting tongue to snatch it from his hand.

His only weapon left is the Sheikah Slate. He holds it weakly in his left hand while his right hand is clasped tightly around his shoulder, covering a smiling red gash. It drips blood down to the shallow waters that lap his feet. Some green-eared traveller in Hateno told him that the lizalfos in Faron are sluggish in comparison to their river land brethren and would make for good fighting practice. He’ll kill whoever that was, if he survives.

He’s almost out of grit, so his next action is swift: he thrusts the Sheikah Slate forward and the Royal Broadsword freezes, held in place by a rune of bright yellow radiance. The lizalfos that stole it whips about in confusion, talon clasping the air where the weapon once was. It’s cheating, Link knows, but honest fighters never did live long.

Stumbling forward, Link grabs hold of the Royal Broadsword and wrenches it free. In a single movement he skewers one of the lizalfos through the chest and withdraws his blade to decapitate a second. The third, seeing this sudden flash of violence, turns to flee.

Spent, but alive, Link falls to his knees on the sand. He’ll take a cheap victory over a gruesome death any day. But he can’t stay here. His consciousness is going out from him like the tide. He selects Kakariko Village on the Sheikah Slate map and lets the tendrils of blue and silver energy carry him to safety.

—

Hyah, hyuck, phwor! Dorian of Kakariko Village steps through a well-practised routine of shadow swings, wielding a slender, bone-straight blade.

In a light rain that falls as little more than a mist, Link watches Dorian dance, as he sits on the steps of Impa’s house. Cado has joined him, and they pass a bowl of pickled swift carrots back and forth. Cado occasionally pipes up with criticism of Dorian’s form or posture, but Link says that he admires his discipline.

“I was Yiga!” cries Dorian mid-swing, “Hyurk! Discipline was survival!”

Link wants to apologise, feeling bad for bringing up Dorian’s past, even unintentionally. But when he casts a sideways glance to Cado, he sees the other Sheikah rolling his eyes. Here we go again, Cado mouths, and Link can’t help chuckle.

“Laugh all you want!” Dorian says, never pausing his routine. “There is no humour when you are fighting to the death.”

“Is that what we’re watching now?” Cado teases, and gets no answer.

Link hugs his knees to his chest, embarrassed at what he is about to admit. “I… I was nearly killed by some lizalfos, the other day.”

“Cheeky bastards,” Cado says, clicking his tongue. “Don’t beat yourself up.”

“Yes, Link, any fight you walk away from is a good one,” Dorian adds.

“I teleported away, actually.”

Cado laughs, carrot nearly spilling from his mouth. “You fled? Is this really our Princess’ own appointed Knight speaking?”

“What happened to not beating himself up?” Dorian cuts in. Offended, Cado takes the bowl of carrots and marches up the stairs to Impa’s house, giving Link a short, parting nod.

“I need to be quicker,” Link continues. “I need better weapons.”

With a sigh, Dorian brings his blade in front of his face, pausing there for a moment, and ends his routine. He sheathes the sword, and then sits down beside Link on the stairs. The rain falls heavier now, so they shift higher up to be sheltered by the pagoda roof. Dorian’s hair and beard are wet from the rain, which to Link makes him seem older, his dark eyes dropping and weary.

“A blade cannot change its wielder,” Dorian says. “You fought bravely, do not doubt that.”

Link feels little comfort in the words, not when his body still aches. He changes the subject, nodding to the blade on Dorian’s back: “Where did you get that one?”

Dorian draws the blade again, laying it across his lap. “Our eightfold blades were originally created by the Sheikah and Yiga’s shared ancestors and were passed down by both tribes. Few remain.”

“Did this one… belong to the Yiga?”

“No. Impa gave it to me as her way of welcoming me to this tribe.”

For a moment Link thinks of asking if he can borrow it - a blade like that would solve a lot of his problems. But he senses Dorian’s connection to it - he could no more ask to borrow the man’s arm, and he knows he has a sword of his own waiting for him in the Korok Forest. If only I was stronger…

Then the Sheikah guard is sheathing the sword again and standing to leave. Before he departs however, he turns back to Link a final time: “You will find the blade of your soul Link, I am sure of it.”

Suddenly anxious, to get moving or to prove some unspoken promise to himself, Link resolves to leave Kakariko as soon as the weather clears. Then, as if the Goddess herself is listening to his thoughts, the rain begins to ease.

—

Link is barely out of Necluda when the first opportunity to test his strength arises. On the riverine path between the Duelling Peaks, a cowering Hylian seems to materialise out of thin air, their hunched stature in stark contrast to the bold and brash travellers he has met on the road.

“I’ll never make it home now!” the traveller whimpers as he approaches.

“Are you alright?” Link asks. “D’you need any help?”

The traveller whips their head around, their whole body shaking. “Help me!?” they shriek, and then suddenly – they arc upwards, standing to attention. “You can help me by dying!”

There is a puff of red smoke, and the traveller is gone. In their place is nothing but the sound of laughter and–

Hyuk! A Yiga bursts into being above Link, a shining blade in hand. Link jerks away just in time and sees that the Yiga wields a strange, curved weapon that Link has never seen before — it’s like a scythe, but smaller and angrier – and quick! The Yiga dashes forward in a slipstream; steel rings as Link barely draws his own blade in time, a run-of-the-mill soldier's broadsword. But the scythe-weapon seems to hook around the hilt of his sword, tearing it from his grip. Link roars as his broadsword is flung across the river and out of sight.

The Yiga flips and spins to face him. They bring their scythe to bear — a deadly challenge. Link has nothing to counter with; no weapons in storage and barely more than a dagger on his belt. He raises his fists.

Across the shore they trade swipes and blows, shuffling one step, two, pebbles crunching underfoot. They are two vipers: red and blue, striking with deadly precision. Although only one of them actually has a weapon.

The Yiga’s curved blade has barely any reach and looks too unbalanced to provide good defence. As the dance continues, Link wonders if he can use this to his advantage. He begins to withdraw, one inch at a time, stepping away from the Yiga with each dodge until they are thrusting wildly forward to keep their blade in range.

This is the moment that he strikes. The Yiga lurches too far forward and skids uncomfortably across the stones. Thwack! Link brings a balled fist across the Yiga’s side, and feels the crack of a rib, and then he strikes their wrist, catching the blade that they drop before it hits the ground. Plan complete, Link juts away, out of the Yiga’s reach, the scythe held close and ready. But the Yiga does not advance; they spring backwards, flipping and hopping as though they don’t have two, maybe three broken bones, and then in a final puff of smoke they are gone.

So ends the dance, and Link revels in the rush it has brought him. He survived. No, he triumphed! Blade or no blade, he can still fight.

Later, he photographs the curved blade with the Sheikah Slate to find out what it truly is: a Yiga Vicious Sickle. The half-moon shape of the blade allows for the rapid delivery of fatal wounds and serves as a symbol of their terror.

In the sickle, Link catches his reflection – an open eye and a determined brow. He takes it in hand, testing it. It’s light, lighter than any blade he’s held. And it feels… powerful. Like an extension of his arm; a single, grasping claw. His soul feels stronger just holding it. Yes – this is a good blade, a true blade, just the one he had sought. He straps the Vicious Sickle to his back and continues on the road.

—

To the monsters of Hyrule, a reign of terror is unfolding.

There is a Hylian, a smaller one of their kind, draped in blue and white cloth, and wielding a weapon that none can defeat. Most of the humans wield simple, blunt blades. Most are weak, whimpering things. This Hylian wields a blade that slices even the toughest of scales and thickest of skin, and he fights with an endless rage and vigour. Once he closes in, there is no chance of survival.

The rampage begins in Necluda, where the waters flow to the Lake Hylia. Chu-chus, bokoblins, even moblins and a handful of Guardians fall to this terrible, curved blade. Eventually, it makes its way down to Faron, a trail of blood and guts in its wake, until it arrives on Aris Beach, on a marshy shore, where the sea dwelling lizalfos make their hovels and nests.

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Link is sitting on the sand, feasting on whatever fish the lizalfos that lived here had been roasting, when the girl with the Windcleaver arrives. He does not hear her, and so does not turn, but she recognises him regardless.

“Are you Link?” She asks. Link drops his fish, and leaps to his feet with the Vicious Sickle already drawn. He has, by now, a keen ear for the untrustworthy.

The girl has black hair, worn loose, and wears red and black travelling clothes. On her back is a long, thin blade in a burlap sheath.

“I know what you are,” Link says.

“I do not deny it. I am Yiga. But that is not why I am here.”

The girl reaches over her shoulder for the hilt of her blade. Link could strike at her now, end this before it begins, but a curiosity holds him in place. The girl smiles at him, and the expression puts Link strangely off-balance – there is no fear in her eyes, only hunger.

“I know what you want to ask,” she says. “You hurt my friend. You took his blade, which you now clumsily wave in my direction.”

“Your friend attacked me.”

“That makes no difference where I am from. Anyway, outsiders cannot be permitted to wield our sickles.”

The girl draws her blade - a longsword that Link recognises as a bigger sibling to the eightfold blade Dorian wields, and he can’t help but shiver. It has thrice the reach of his sickle and looks just as deadly.

“But I’m not here on official business,” the Yiga girl says as they begin to circle on the sand, weighing each other up. “Our Master would not permit me to kill you just for stealing a sickle. But then my Johta decided to exile himself, for the humiliation of returning to us unarmed. So, I am bound to no one but my own vengeance, Hero. And I will die if it means killing you.”

With that she strikes, heaving the longsword forward, but Link dodges left. He spins, blade raised, leaving a cut on her shoulder. The girl smiles. First blood.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Link says.

The girl is unphased. “Yes, you do.”

Then she raises her fist and plants it firmly on the sand. A stream of air and dirt erupts in front of her, one that homes in on Link and chases him backwards along the shore, until it explodes in a huge pillar of rock. Link cries out as he is thrown to the ground, a blinding pain tearing through his shin. Second blood.

“C’mon then, Hero. You can do better than that!” the Yiga girl laughs.

She is on the offence now; she swings at Link’s head, his ankles, his side, each one barely dodged. One swing catches the curve of his sickle, and the superior weight of the longsword wrenches it from his grip. No time — Link has only one advantage; he grabs the Sheikah Slate and spins around, thrusting his hand forward. A purple beam of light arcs upwards and catches the wayward sickle mid-air. Link pulls the Slate to his chest, and the sickle shoots backwards towards him. He catches it cleanly with his free, left hand, and brings it to bear, ready to continue.

“That’s cheating,” the girl says.

“I know.”

The next time he swipes with the sickle, he catches the longsword across the hilt and with his free hand punches the girl across the face. She reels, dazed, and tries to strike again but Link is quicker; the sickle is quicker. Her blow never lands. All that there is between them is a soft squelch, and a gasp. The Yiga girl drops her longsword. Her hands go to her stomach. They turn red, just like the sand at her feet.

She staggers backwards and, in that moment, Link finally looks down at his sickle. It is slicked with shining red liquid from hilt to tip.

“Well fought, Hero of Hyrule,” the girl murmurs. With muted shock Link realises she is smiling. Then her face drops, pale and bloodless, and she collapses onto the sand.

Link is frozen in place for what feels like hours, faintly aware of a dripping sound until he notices with an anguished cry that it is the blood dripping from his sickle onto his boot. He drops the blade like its hilt is made from hot coals.

Then he finds himself shaking the Yiga girl, whose lips are now white. Get up! You’re bleeding, idiot, get up! But she never stirs. It isn’t until the tide starts coming in and the carrion birds arrive that Link understands fully what he has done. The girl is dead. He all but cut her in two.

And then, his attention turns to the Vicious Sickle, which is still skewered in the sand.

In that moment, he remembers Dorian’s advice, and knows it is wrong. A blade can change its wielder. For the better, or for much, much worse.

Link takes the sickle by its red, wrapped hilt, disgusted by how light it feels. It’s nothing more than a vessel, and held within it is his recklessness and the mark this will forever make on his soul. In the blade’s reflection he catches his eye, round and dark.

Link raises the sickle over his shoulder, and throws it into the sea.

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bahbahhh · 1 year

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He couldn’t have said how long they stood there for. The moon shifted across the window until they were both hidden in shadow. She sighed as he continued to trace his hands along her back, though he feared that the silk might catch on his rough and calloused hands. It was such a fine material, so light and soft, he hated to think he might damage it somehow.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt silk before.” he confessed under his breath.

I am thrilled to be collaborating with @cooking-with-hailstones on @zelinktines23 Day 2 — “Silk”. I couldn’t resist this scene (please click for better quality, tumblr hates me)

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michpat6 · 2 years

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wip wednesday

its wednesday and I believe in link being called 'pretty' and 'beautiful' supremacy

“Can I get my white horse, please?” Link asks the man at the Dueling Peaks Stable counter.

The man shuffles some of his papers and double checks, “Horse Two, you mean?”

Next to him, feeding Horse an apple, Zelda giggles.

“Yes,” Link sighs. “Horse Two, please. And do you mind dressing her with my royal set?”

The man at the counter glances between him and Zelda with a pleased, knowing sort of smile. “Of course. Horse Two will be right out for your lady friend, dressed to impress her.”

“I-I’m not-” he splutters, and before he can properly explain himself the man has left the counter to explain the prices of the beds to a Hylian traveler.

“I think it’s funny,” Zelda says when he joins her in stroking Horse’s mane.

“What, my naming conventions for my horses?”

“No, that everyone you talk to seems to think that we’re in some kind of romantic relationship.”

Link chokes on his tongue.

“It doesn’t bother me, I’m flattered that they all think I’m pretty or whatever else they say, but why do you think they think that?”

Because I’m awful at hiding my feelings for you, I have no idea how you don’t know, and I think you wanted to kiss me, too, before you lost your memories, so-

“I traveled alone my entire quest,” he says. “And then suddenly you’re here, by my side, beautiful and around my age. It makes sense why everyone thinks-”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Zelda’s voice softens, her expression open and adorably surprised. She stares at him like his feedback on her appearance is the only one she cares for.

Link so desperately wishes he had the ability to go back in time a minute just so he can kick his own ass. He swallows and sincerely tells her, “I do. I…I think you’re very beautiful, Zelda.”

She smiles. “Thank you, Link. And for what it’s worth, I think you’re very beautiful, too.”

Warmth in the shape of a Silent Princess blooms in his chest. He’s been complimented for his looks plenty of times, been called ‘handsome’ and ‘manly’ and ‘rugged’, but those don’t hold the same staggering impact that a Gerudo calling him ‘pretty’ in his vai outfit did, those don’t blanket him in a sense of rightness that Zelda telling him he’s beautiful does right now.

His face burning, he manages a quick, “Thanks.”

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cooking-with-hailstones · 1 year

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Silk and moonlight

He knew they shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be in her room. He shouldn’t be so enchanted by her violet perfume, he shouldn’t be running his hands up and down her back, he shouldn’t be delighting in the feeling of her body pressing against his, or the slip of the silk beneath his fingertips. But, well, he was just obeying the princess’ wishes, right?

She pulled away slightly, and Link couldn’t help but miss the warmth of her body against his. “I know I’ve already said this, but… I truly am sorry. For everything.”

“I know," he said, and even though he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t resist pulling her back into his arms. “And I know I’ve said it before, but I forgive you.

My contribution for @zelinktines23! I am over the moon to be participating in this event and I really hope you all enjoy!

Artwork credit to the amazing talented stunning stupendous @bahbahhh - please go give her all the love!

Read it on AO3!

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arysthaeniru · 10 months

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Chapter 6 of the Breath of the Wild/Princess Mononoke Crossover I've been writing (very slowly) is out! In which Link and Ashitaka meet Sidon and Kass for the first time!

ALSO!! Please go and look at @alapest1's wonderful fanart of Link and Ashitaka here!! It's so cute!!

#botw #breath of the wild fanfiction #princess mononoke #oh they've changed the link editor on tumblr huh

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kittmoon · 3 months

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This isn't a question, just something I wanted to say. I read your to kill a silent princess fanfic a couple months ago, and I loved it so much, that it motivated me to start writing my own fanfics and stuff. Now I've gotten over 10k words and I just wanted to say, thank you for starting it all.

jesus fucking christ thank you so much

that is a wonderful compliment. thank you. it’s a lot of motivation for me, too. good luck with everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💓💓💓💓

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alucanid · 1 year

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keep me warm (read on AO3)

this is my loftwing letters (@zelinkcommunity) exchange for @jammerific !! i hope you enjoy!!

And that’s how they got here; laying on the blanket, gazing at the stars, giggling like childhood best friends would. At some point during their conversation, it was like the entire world shifted a bit, and suddenly they were both comfortable. They could talk as if they’d been best friends their entire lives.

Zelda pointed out constellations, and thought quietly to herself which ones matched the freckles on Link’s face.

read on AO3 here!

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manias-wordcount · 4 months

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

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

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

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

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Are you ready, princess?”

“Yes…my hero…”

...had never stopped looking at you.

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

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

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

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

Not until you’re finally free.

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lunarartistry13 · 4 months

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This past week’s previews!

I’ve started a Patreon, raising money to afford an apartment for me and my family. It’s been a rough 3 months (the first 2 living in a car), but it’s only getting tougher if I can’t bring in any income. Yes I’ve tried loads of different programs but have been denied by every single one. It sucks but that’s the reality I’ve been facing.

Signing up for my Patreon, means you’ll get so much content and far more dedication from me. I plan to go the extra mile and offer lots of raffles, polls, tutorials, monthly prints, brushes I plan to make, and whatever else I can think of along the way. Hell, maybe I’ll even drop my fan fic I’ve been writing. Either way, what I offer is definitely worth it and will be lots of fun! I thank you ahead of time and promise to give it everything I’ve got!

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imaginethezeldaverse · 6 months

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Ahhh the pregnant reader x Yunobo was so cute! If you can could you do a Revali version as well?

Sure thing! He'd be so sweet to his pregnant s/o too, oh gosh.

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No matter how much you rearranged your home, it never felt as comfortable the next day. The pillows suddenly weren't situated the right way. The plants didn't look as marvelous in the last spot you had them. There was always something that felt off to you, and seeing as how you were due in a few months, you really were starting to get stir crazy. As you settled some of your beloved trinkets on a different shelf than yesterday, you missed the emerald stare from the entryway.

"You're going to drive yourself to the brink of insanity if you keep shuffling about like this," rang a dulcet timbre from just behind you. Though his words sounded as though they were meant to scold you, they were said with genuine care. Soft feathers caressed the roundness of your stomach; plumage colored in berry and cream hues gently molding to tummy. You tilted your head backwards, sheepish smile meeting his endearing one. Revali gave you a knowing look, "Were you not told you should be resting?"

Your lips pursed playfully as you shifted your gaze away from his,

"Yeeees but," the sigh you let out was lengthy, "I just can't...sit still, you know? I get organized one day, but then come the next, everything feels...just slightly out of place."

Revali chuckles a bit, and you pout further. Both of his wings come around your frame. The warmth of him around you, holding you like this brings you comfort - settles that unfamiliar energy inside of you that's been plaguing you the last few weeks.

"You're nesting, dove," he begins quietly, "Not uncommon for my race or yours."

Humming in understanding, it makes total sense to you. Your space was soon welcoming another life. Without even realizing it, you were subconsciously preparing a comfortable environment for you to take care of your baby. You only wished your mind would actually let you rest!

"It's exhausting, I'll admit," you say, your own hands now coming to your belly. Suddenly, you are lifted up, Revali's long feathered fingers carrying you over to your bed. He laid you down with careful ease, leaving just enough room for him to nestle in beside you, "That's exactly why you should be resting".

His beak tilted downward, sharp eyes holding yours, "Or do I need to remind you that we're expecting?"

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head you quickly shot out a "No, no, no" before shimmying yourself further into the bed for more comfort. Revali's wing cradled the back of your head, drawing you close enough for his beak to lovingly peck a kiss to your forehead. His expression shifted into a pleased one,

"If it's any consolation - our home looks nothing less than perfect."

This lit you up, "Does it? I know I've been fussing about it every day, it just never feels like I'm making it look nice enough, and I-"

A plumed finger touches your lips.

"It's because you arranged it that way...that it looks perfect."

Your heart swells at his words, though you take the opportunity to playfully say, "And I know you'd know a thing or two about perfection, wouldn't you, Revali?"

His eyes don't leave yours. The upturn of his beak is genuine, heartwarming. The finger that stopped at your lips now travels to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"I think it goes without saying that I have an eye for it."

#sorry for the absence - midterm time and work kept me busy #still dealing with some post-COVID stuff too womp womp #legend of zelda #legend of zelda: breath of the wild #breath of the wild #loz: botw #revali #champion revali #revali x reader #x reader #pregnant!reader #fluff #comfort #breath of the wild fanfiction #botw fanfic #revali imagines

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