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[linksthoughtbrambles]

Deficit

Part 11 of Adventure Log+ (Sequel to Link’s Thought Brambles. I highly recommend reading in order!). (Edited 9/30/23 to tighten language). WARNING: This chapter is rated mature for horror/violence.

“Link!”

“Yes?!”

“I see hands!  North by northwest!”

Where where where where where her eyes are better where the where WHERE holy crap Link what would you do if she wasn’t with you?!  My goddess… Hylia preserve… can the horses even tell if they’re there?  Or will one of them reach for Rionee’s legs in the dark and break them with the momentum behind her motion?

“Zelda, WHERE?!”

“Far off!  Just there—near those bushes!”

Bushes.  Link… come on, come ON, eyes, where where where where wh-

THERE.  “Got them!”  No wonder I didn’t see among all those outlines.  Without Zelda I might’ve stumbled right into them myself, never mind the horses.  “We attack!”  GO, Rionee!

“Link?!  What are you doing?!”

“Taking point!”   I am NOT letting her get bitten again.  Don’t let them touch her, Link.  You can-  “Hey!”

“ON, Tass!”

“Princess!”

“Don’t you princess me!”

“LET ME TAKE POINT!”

“We’re both injured, Link!”

“Yeah, and I’m the one with a magic sword and spooky speed in close combat!”

Oh yes, oh yes, logic, logic-

“L… ooh.  Link, I shall be RIGHT behind you!”

…WOW, I won?!

…She wasn’t thinking with her head, was she?  Trying to pull ahead like that?  She just…

She must want to protect me. That does all sorts of things to me. Have to be practical, though. “Dismount far off, Zelda!”

“I just SAID I’d-“

“And you will!  But I don’t want Tass in Rionee’s way when she veers off!”

“What’s your plan?!”

“I’d tell you if I wasn’t worried these things were more than brainless animals!”

“Horrifying thought!  We ought to find out!”

“Not tonight!”

“Indeed, not!”

Good- Tass slowing.  Time to GO, GO, girl.  GO!

“Good girl, Rionee.  Shhhh…’

You can do this, girl.  Shhh.  I know.  You smell them on the wind, don’t you?  I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.  We have to do this and do it fast.  Shhh, listen, listen to my voice, girl.  Good girl.  Good Rionee.  You know this one.  You do.  You feel my feet?  I’m going to jump.  I’ll fly forward, and it’ll be scary for a second but then you’ll veer left.  You’ll veer, girl, won’t you?  Of course, you will.  You’re the smartest horse I know.  You can do this.

Shhhh, shh.  I know you’re scared.  I’m sorry.

Closer.  Closer.  I see them now.  Hunting hidden, rotten things by starlight.  It’s straight out of someone’s nightmares.  Glad they’re not mine.

One.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Five, six.  Seven.

… There are at least two of them.

At least, there are if these have six like the others did…

Nine.  Ten, eleven. …The twelfth must be behind that bush.  Closer.  Closer.

Closer.

If you’re wrong, Link, if there’s one you don’t see, you’ll kill Rionee.

You’ll kill her.

Careful.

…Zelda, quick.  “ZELDAAA?!  ELEVEN?!?!”

“THIRTEEN!”

S@#$ S@#$ S@#$ WHERE?!

“ON YOUR RIGHT, LINK!”

F@#$, she must be able to make some out even behind the brush.  How is she doing that?!  It’s so dark!! We started so far, too…

Damn.  Damn.  At least three, then.

The same plan should work.  Just aim Rionee left and closer closer closer feet up Link near balance near on toes near grip ready nearnearnearNOW

FLYING ROLL IN THE AIR THEY’LL TRY TO GRAB BUT MISS AND YES SLICETHEYSLICEMISSEDSLICEMESLICE SLICE

AH!

Five down and soon SLICESIX COMEON COMEON COME UP WHERE ARE YOU WHERE

Six hands, Link, but maybe not from the same body MORE

THERESLICE- SEVEN!

Zelda running I hearSLICEEIGHT if I SLICENINE kill SLICETEN them SLICEELEVEN fast SLICETWELVE she’s THERE’STHIRTEEN SLICE safe!

Thirteen thirteen that’s thirteen where are the centers where are the other handsOHSTUCK

INTHEBUSHESLINK YOUF@#$ING DINGKEESE NONONONOLETGOLETGO PINNEDNONO ARMARM ITSHAND’SSOBIG AROUNDME MYARM FFFFFFFFFFFSO STRONG!

“AAAAAAH!”

“ZELDA NO-“

Oh!

Never mind Link she’s smart don’t be an ass, she’s cutting the bushes, of course, and SPINNING TOWARD ME WITH THAT SWORD WITH SO MUCH MOMENTUM OH F@#$ PLEASE DON’T HIT ME

CUT- AH! “THE HEAD, ZELDA!”

“RRRRAAAAAAH!”

Her battle cries will live in my soul FOREVER now GET THIS FRICKING HAND OFF YOU, LINK, IT’S SEVERED YOU’D THINK IT WOULD LET GO SHE’S OKAY SHE’S OKAY SHE HAS IT SHE’S WAILING ON IT SHE’S OKAY GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GETTHEF@#$OFF WHY IS IT STILL SO TIGHT?!?!?!  “NGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!”

“LINK?!”

“DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME, KILL-“

“BEHIND YOU!”

“SH!” LEAP NEVER MIND WHERE!

I heard it hit the dirt behind me whatever it was and A ROCK A ROCK BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH GET OFF ME BASH BASH BASH YES!

SHE HAS THAT HEAD THEY’RE SLOW THEY’RE SLOW, CUT THAT HAND, LINK!

Fourteen.

At least four… four more… where…. Stay away from the- No.  CUT the bushes.  Circle them fast.

Cut cut cut cut cut cut cutAH! Missed me SLICE- and that one’s clenching, too, it’s different—

Fifteen.

“DONE!”

“BUSHES, ZELDA!”

“YES- AH!”

WH- ohhh she’s- okay… she got through that arm, harder with her sword!

Sixteen.

Keep cutting, Link, HAND SLICE- seventeen… the field’ll be less pretty in the morning butFACE. Guess number seventeen was your hand, huh?

Go ahead.  Try and biteOH nopeSTRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKE

And you’re down.

Yes?

Yes you are.

One more.  “Do you see it?!”

“I do not.”

“Bushes!”  Not here not here not here not here no not here either where the hell is it one more one more one more one more

“AAaaAH!”

”ZELDA!” WHAT?WHAT? WHEREDIDTHESECOMEFROM NONONONONOLETHERGO! SLICE SLICE DODGE THE HEAD’S UP TO BITE HER “NO!” THENECKTHENECKTHENECK YESTHROUGHITSLIDESLIDE YOUCANDOITLINK CUT ITS HEAD OFF “RRRRKH-GHAAA!” YES “HH” YES “HH” YES “HH” YES- “hh” yes?

“Killing the head appears to render the remaining hands still.”

She says with hardly a tremor!  I know her eyes are on me now.  Wish I could see them better.  …Resist, Link.  Resist.  You can look deep into her eyes later.  There may be more hands.  And… “Looks… like the hands grow back, or…”

“Indeed.  Or… there may simply be more of them beneath the earth… waiting to emerge, when needed.”

“It took… what?  How long were we looking for the eighteenth before the others showed up?

“I’m not sure.  Not… not long at all.  Thirty seconds?  I … shall endeavor to pay closer attention next time.”

“Next time, Zelda…. We take them out as fast as possible.”

“Heh.  As though we weren’t trying this time.”

Ohhh, no, don’t put that hand on my arm, I’ll totally lean into it and there I go…

I’m… sensing a smile on her face.

“A brief investigation of the area, I think.”

“…Yeah.  Bushes.”

“Indeed, but—“

…She’s checking the ground?

“…Link… feel the earth.  Just here.”

Alright.

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“It’s… just grass.  Dirt.”

“Link, these things were moving here.  Why is nothing disturbed?  It ought to have occurred to me before.”

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Oh.

OH.

“What the HELL?”

“Indeed.  I… have no explanation for this.  Link, when the main body emerges, oughtn’t it leave a gaping hole in the earth?”

“Wow…. Wooow….. they move, too—the bodies—but there’s no trench.  There’s nothing!”

“This must be some manner of magical effect.”

“Didn’t Fi say… she did.  Fi said I had to rip it apart to break the spell.  Oh, Fi?!”

Cue Zelda getting the slate out.  Trying to shield its glow with her hair…

I’ll help.  Huddle-time.

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She didn’t answer me.

“Fi.”

I must assume you wish me to pause, master.

“Yes, please.  Do you know-“

I am aware of your conversation, master.  In previous encounters with Dead Hands, they also left ground undisturbed by their passage.  I admit I was unaware they were capable of moving here at the surface.  I’d categorized them as spider-like, waiting for prey to wander into their limited range deep in the darkest places in the earth.  A… previous hero acquired a lens which allowed him to detect them beneath the ground.

“You can’t detect them?  I thought you could sense magic.”

There are limits to my abilities, master.  To me, these creatures are as invisible as they are to you until they emerge above ground.

“Do you know why?”

Not with certainty.  I estimate an 84% probability of repression fields so perfect as to be undetectable even to me.

“Like the Yiga weapons?”

But at a masterful level.  Yes.

“I should’ve asked you this before, and I bet the answer’s no, but… can you do the ‘dowsing’ thing to spot them far off?”

Perhaps I could if I could detect them, master.  I cannot. In most cases, I cannot detect types of creatures regardless.

“What about the hands, Fi?  I can spot them at distance, and I am limited by my Hylian eyesight. Can you see them earlier?”

I have no eyesight, Princess.

Woah.  “What?  I thought- I thought you could-“

I cannot see, Master.  I can detect vibrations… the presence and magnitude of light striking the sword’s surface… but I do not have the benefit of lensed ocular sensory organs.

She makes it sound disgusting.  “How does the dowsing work, then?”

The detection method is magical and entirely different from sight, master.  I can sense direction, yes, but not shape as your eyes would.  Your eyes, in fact, are the only ones I have.

“Wait, what?!”

I see what you see.

“…Why?”

Because you see it.  Just as I feel what you feel.  I see what you see, hear what you hear.

“… And taste, and smell?”

Everything you experience, master.  Yes.

“This hero thing keeps getting weirder.”

“…Thank you, Fi.”

A pleasure to serve, Princess.  May I resume my calculations?

“Link?”

“Yeah—of course.  Thanks.”

Slate away.

Better give my eyes a second.  The screen’s so bright compared to everything else.

“In a moment, let’s move together through the brush—try to ensure nothing else lurks here.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Eh-hehhh.  Link… you need not speak to me so.  No one else is here.”

“Habit.  You gave me an order.  Heheh.”

“It was merely a suggestion!”

“Kmph.”

“What?!”

“So what would you do if I said no?”

“I would attempt to persuade you otherwise.”

“You’re so reasonable.”

“I endeavor to be.”

“You didn’t used to be.”

“…No.  No, indeed.  I wasn’t.  I’m sorry.”

“W-wait, Zelda, I’m sorry, that wasn’t meant—I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad-“

“Of course not, Link—yet it’s true.  I was most unreasonable when you first entered my service.  I apologize.”

Oh no, oh no if you kiss me even a little I’ll-

Too late.

So soft.

Still can’t see her eye color.

“I’d like to make it up to you.”

“Ohhh, you already have.”

“Not enough.”

“Heh... Well, I’m sure not going to stop you.”

“Good.  Let’s go.”

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You’re done, monster.  That’s.  IT!

…Melt into the ground… like all the others… and may all your Goddess-damned hands go down with you…

What… do their remains do to the earth when they sink into it?

Goddess knows…

Seven down.

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 “Do you see any more?!”

“No, Link.”

Eleven down.  “How’s the hilt wrap holding up?”

“It’s secure.  It’s fortunate Reeb and Laysha had the leather.”

“Even so… you’ll probably have blisters.  I’m sorry, Zelda—you shouldn’t-“

“This is where I’m meant to be, Link.”

“Nooo, it isn’t.”

“I am fighting for my people.”

“In close combat without training.”

“It’s clear I don’t have the practiced ease you do with the longsword, but it’s manageable.”

“You’ve taken out your fair share for sure, but it’s still dangerous.”

“Indeed.”

She’s smiling at me, isn’t she?  It’s in her voice.

“We shall overcome it together.”

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“RRRGH- ugh.”  Disgusting.  These things, just… it’s like cutting into a rotting ham.  The body doesn’t even have any bones.  What lets these things move around?

Disintegrating.

Thirteen down.

“I feel rather as though I would prefer some other weapon.”

“A bow?”

“Well, yes, but—for close combat, I think something shorter than this.  And perhaps… one in each hand.”

One weapon in each hand? That's not common. You see it sometimes in stories. “When we get back… we’ll try you on everything—let you find what you’re looking for.”

“I hope it exists, and not that I am merely delusional.”

“Hhhh.  I doubt itOHHH- that you’re delusional, I mean!  Sorry-“

“I understand.  Please don’t fret.”

Ohhhhh her hand on my face is mesmerizing even with how filthy it is.  I’d be neglecting it if I didn’t give it the nuzzle and kiss it deserves.

“Hmhmm.”

Her hair… a dark sail against the stars.  Still beautiful, the way it moves.  “Any new wounds?”  Wrist.  Kiss that, too.

“Hhh-hh.  No.  You?”

“No.  They’re not too difficult to deal with if you know how.”

“And… if one is strong and quick as we are.”

“Yeah.”  The one that pinned my sword-arm to my side… even my strength couldn’t release me from it.  Without Zelda, that one would’ve bitten me for sure. I… have to be more careful.  If I can’t break free, anyone else is utterly screwed.

Including Zelda.  “…We should go.  I do NOT want them to reach that farmhouse with nine kids in it.”

Nine… kids…

No, no Link.  You’ll make it.  They won’t be like… Marc.  And Challa.

You won’t.  You won’t have to kill nine kids.

You won’t.

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If they-

If they ARE-

I

I am not letting her do it.

I’ll do it.

She seems okay now, but I know how she is.

She takes her time thinking about things.

It bothered her that it 'didn't bother' her to kill Carok guy.  It means she was thinking about it.  Spending her energy… picking her own decisions and feelings apart.

I won’t let her kill nine kids.

Can I handle it?

Who knows.

But if it comes down to it, I’ll… I’ll do it-

“Link?”

Crap, Link, wake up!  “Sorry.” One more kiss for that hand.  “Let’s go.”

“…Yes.  Hph-hh.  Tass!”

“Rionee!”

Here- good girl… these two are so smart.  They know what to stay away from.  It’s just so dark tonight…  “There… you still okay?”

That’s not the happiest sound she’s ever made.  Better check that haunch…  Where… no… there it is.  It doesn’t feel hot or swollen.  Good.  No upset-noises at me while I poke it, either.  Double-good.

She’s okay for now.  Up I go.  “You good, Zelda?”

“Ready.  Tass is unharmed.”

“Good.  Go, girl!”

That air feels so good on my face.   I don’t even want to know what I look like.  Spattered with… whatever those things spout when we cut them.

Eyes out, Link.  Scan, scan, scan, scour to the horizon’s edge everywhere you can, anything sticking up, anything at all, keep watch, one good grip on any of Rionee’s legs and she’s down for good.  There’s no coming back from that out here.

For a horse, there’s no coming back from that anywhere unless it’s the mildest fracture ever.

There’s never been something like this.  Something where there’s a good chance of losing Rionee.  I’d have turned away from it until now.  I never put her at real risk if I could help it.

CAN’T help it.  Not this time.  If this was their plan… whoever they are… it’s working.  It’s us.  Alone.  Out here, at speed, vulnerable in the dark.  Zelda’s horse is the most visible thing for miles with his white coat, and even he looks close to black.  We’re putting all our trust in the horses’ instincts.

I hope Reeb and Laysha’s horses are as smart as ours…  “Zelda!”

“Yes!”

“How fast do you think these hand things move?”

“Hooves, too loud!”

“How fast do you think these hand things move?!”

“I’ve little sense for it!  We come upon them so quickly!  We’d need to watch them closely while hidden, while still!  As we approach I see little but the speed of our own horses!”

“Same here!”  Even she can’t tell with that eyesight of hers.  Her sense of timing.  We get through this, we should test it.

Well, look at me.  Scientist-Link.

“It does at least seem unlikely these creatures had passed Reeb and Laysha’s home!”

“It does!“  They’d’ve been better off making camp on a roof if we thought otherwise.

“…It was the right thing to do, Link!”

“I know!  I know… I just- can’t help but think…” we might’ve sent them to their deaths.

And that poor dog could die alone in their barn.

Priorities, Link…

“They wished to aid us!”

“I know!”  Don’t feel bad, don’t feel bad… How else could we tell anyone else what’s happening?

What’ll it be like in Castle Town if we disappear into the darkness out here along with all the inhabitants of Irch farmland?

Total panic?

…It’ll take them all night, minimum… unrealistically insane minimum.  To warn the farmers to the east… then loop around to the logging village.  That’s if they can convince their neighbors to use a fresh horse to do that.  Laysha and Reeb really ought to be the ones to go.  They saw the creatures and us first-hand…

The slate would prove it’s true but no way by all the expanses of sky above us can we allow that.  We’d have to go ourselves, and it’s just not okay to do that. Because there’s no one… NO one… more capable of taking these things out than us.

Than me, really, since arrows aren’t effective.  Damn shame, that.  She’d have to hit one of those arms five or six times in the same spot to sever it completely.

Intentional?

Probably.

Right?  “Zelda!”

“Yes?!”

“Do you think they meant for arrows not to work well?!”

“I suspect so!”

There you go, Link.

We’re in a trap and riding deeper into it every second.  We can’t turn around because we’re not total dicks.  We’re… not dicks at all.  You established, didn’t you, Link, that even Mipha’s more of a dick than you are?  “Ha!”

“Link?!”

“Sorry!”

“What is it?”

Do I tell her?

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She won't be mad at me, will she? “…Saving foxes?!”

“People aren’t foxes, Link!”

“That’s not what everyone said about Ria!”

“There’s a difference!”

Is there?  “What difference?!”

“You’re not currently at death’s door, Link!  It’s not a one-to-one trade!”

“But it’s a trap!”

“Certainly!”

“…Do you think the hands are the trap?!”

“I doubt that’s the last of it!”

“…Same!”

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SLICE- AUGH!  So disgusting…

Fourteen.

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CarefulZELDAZELDA- YES!  “You are AWESOME.  I hope you know that.”

“Someone keeps reminding me!”

“Heh-hh.”

Fifteen.

None have managed to bite us since that first one, but I know I’m bruised to s$#@.  She must be, too.

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F@#$- “STAY THE F@#$ AWAY FROM MY HORSE, YOU ROT-PILE!”  OH- YOU MISSED ME. YOUR MISTAKE- STRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKESTRIKE

DONE?

DONE??!

Dammit, notHAND SLICE- ANOTHER- ZELDA! ”BEHIND Y- YES!  LAST HAND!” Cut this thing to ribbons, Link, cut it cut it CUT IT CUT CUT CUT

… You’re done, now, monster. Done…

Zelda. “You’re… hh… getting better at this fast.”

“Hmm, so I was already, ah- awesome-“

“Kmph.” How can her smile sparkle when I can’t even see it?

“-but I’m improving?”

“Hph.  Yeah.”

“Are you certain?”

“It’s pure truth.”

“You couldn’t possibly be biased?”

“We’re fighting magically animated rotting meat monsters or whatever in near-darkness and you’re holding your own.  If I’m biased, it’s not much.”

“Hhh.  I see.”

…That… sounded different- “Are you okay?”

…That’s too long, she’s not, she’s not okay- “Zelda-“ Cup her face, Link.  Can’t tell-

“Link, I…“

She’s not crying… “I dragged you out here.  I shouldn’t-“

“You did no such thing.”

“I told you I recommended-“

“And I agreed with you.  I cannot leave these people to die.”

“I’m your knight, Zelda.  You say the word, and we’ll turn around.”

“That word shall most certainly not be said.”

…Hey, self?  You could’ve talked to the slate while she was still south of you.  You could’ve told her specifically to send Beraya or Margil.  You didn’t.  She could’ve stayed with Chee, headed to the lab.

But no, I didn’t do that at all.  I just said I recommended we check the farms.

“I can hear your mind making its predictable spiral into self-recrimination even without the slate, you know”

“Hphh.  I am pretty predictable.”

“Indeed.  Your mother agrees with me.”

“So would my father, if he were here.”

“Well, before your thoughts continue their course, please don’t misunderstand me, Link.  It’s not the monsters themselves which disturb me so, unnatural as they may be.”

“…What is it, then?”

“Rather as dealing with our would-be assassin, Link… this is… a practical matter.”

Ohhh no.  No, don’t do it, this is what I was worried about when she thinks-

“I find myself in a great deficit of shock.”

“…You’re not surprised.  That’s okay-”

“Surprised, certainly, I am that.  I’d never have expected such things to infest this idyllic plain.  I am NOT, however, shocked.  I do not feel this horror, this dread, at their very existence.  They are… as pests to be dealt with, and I shall deal with them.  It seems… uncanny. But- listen to me, wasting precious time.  TASS!”

“…Here, Rionee!  …Zelda, you WERE… SO shocked… so upset, by the child we found-“

“That’s different. That’s one of our people, dead.  A child, dead.  I feel for that child, Link, and I would avenge him.  Yet the monsters themselves—they hold little horror for me.  Do you not find this odd for one such as I, who has spent a lifetime comfortable and sheltered, shielded even from the least threatening of creatures to roam our land?”

“…Not really, no?”

“Truly?  Why?”

“Because… I was the same way.”

“I thought these creatures disturbed you far more than I.”

“The ReDeads… those, yes.  Those…”

“Good boy, Tass.  Let’s check…”

“They’re… th- Goddess.  Goddess, Zelda they’re people.  They’ve… Goddess, Zelda.  They’ve turned me into a murderer.”  No, Link.  No.  No.  Shaking?  Bad time for it.

Rionee.  “Good girl.”

“No they haven’t, Link.  They haven’t.  Those... were no longer people. We oughtn’t- ah-uh-"

"Zelda?!"

"One apparently feels a jammed knee keenly when mounting.”

“Jammed, are you okay?!”

“I’m well enough.  Link?”

“...Okay. Just checking Rionee.”  Very briefly.  And… up.  “Shhh.  There, there, good girl.” On. Let's go.

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“You’re not a murderer, Link.”

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Almost to that farm, I think.  Nineteen Dead Hands so far.  Right?  I don’t think I lost count… “Nineteen, Zelda?”

“…Yes...”

So far.

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Twenty-two.

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Twenty-four.

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House.

Please.

Please?

It’s been a while since we saw one of those things…

It’s so late.  It’s unlikely there’d be light, at least not much, at this hour.  They’ll all be asleep… some embers in a fireplace, maybe, and that’s about it.

I don’t see any ‘baby trees.’

Hell.  How do we even approach them?  We’ll scare them half to death in their beds.  “It looks peaceful!”

“Agreed!”

“Do we shout?!”

“…I think so, but not quite yet!”

Not yet, no.  They could probably hear the galloping at this point if they’re awake, but shouting now at best would be hard to make out.

How long has it been?  How much of the night has passed?

The lovers’ constellation would’ve been on the eastern horizon at sunset.  Right?  Right?  Why don’t you pay more attention to these things, Link?  You don’t have to be an astronomer.  Just look up at night more than once or twice a month.

It used to help.  At least a little.  When hunting those f@#$ing bastards who killed-

No.  No, don’t think about that either, Link.  You have enough bad things to not think about.

She can check the slate next time we dismount.  Check its clock.  That works.

I don’t feel tired.  Hunting.  It keeps me focused.

“HELLO!”

She can really project.

“HELLO!  WE BRING NEWS!  HELLO!  WE BRING NEWS!”

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Come on.  Come on, please.  Anyone?

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Come on.  Make the sweat and this… fluid-grime… worth it. Come on.

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“WE BRING NEWS!  WE BRING NEWS!  HELLO!”

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“NEWS!  WE BRING NEWS!”

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Oh no.

No, come on.  Please.

“HELLO!”

Please.

“WE BRING NEWS!  WE-“

YES!

“HOOOOY!”

“HELLO!!”

“HEEEY!” Guy’s in his jammies which is frankly the best possible sign-

“TAKE IT EASY THERE!  WHO ARE YOU?!  WHAT NEWS?!”

”A MOMENT!  WE’LL DISMOUNT!”

…He’s holding something.  An axe for splitting wood, maybe.

Just… just be careful, Link.  Your presence here is strange to say the least.  They have a right to be cautious.

Big house. Looks like it’s been built in patches.  Probably every time a couple more kids showed up.

“ALRIIIIGHT!  FAR ENOUGH, OFF NOW, OFF!”

“Woah, girl-“ “Easy, Tass.  Good boy.”

“Yes.  Yes, that’s it, boy.  You must be tired.”

Bet he’s frothing.   Bet they both are.

Ground.  So much riding.

Approach first, Link… hands up.  “Sorry to give you a scare.  Are you Cawlin, or-“

“I’m Gorsdadd.  HEY CAWL!”

“WHAT?”

“IT’S JUST TWO!  Sorry, but it’s strange you out here like this.  I know how to use an axe, so don’t get any closer.”

Yeaaaah.  And here’s Cawlin with a bright oil lamp.

And wow, both their eyes just got real wide.  We must look like some absolute s@#$.

“What in blazes is all over you two?  Mud?”

“It’s bloody green, what did you roll around in?!”

“It’s monster blood.  Or… whatever you call what’s been coming out of them.”

Zelda’s grabbing the sla- “Oh!” My GODDESS it’s worse than I thought!

“W-what is it, Li- oh.  Ohh.”

Yeah.  I must… look as bad as she does.  Worse, actually.  We’re covered in spatter.  It’s staining her hair.

Can you-?

Yeah… you can kind of see the designs on our tunics.  It’s not a pretty sight.

Hylia.

Hylia, her wound.

MY wound.

We’ll have to change everything again.  We can’t… just leave that crap to inch its way through bandages.  Reeb’s clearly good at patching things up but once a bandage is dirty it’s useless, no matter how well-dressed the wound is.

“S@#$.  You- come.  Come inside.  You- holy-“

“I’m afraid we can’t stay long.”

I’m glad she’s recovered enough-

“We’re on an errand of mercy.”

-to speak at least…

“We’ve been to two of your neighbors’ homes and hunted creatures between them.  We’re pleased—so pleased—to see you alive and well, and unconcerned, for the things roaming this plain in the dark tonight are deadly.  They’ve taken the lives of Marc and Challa, and their family.”

“What?!”

“M… Cha… the kids, too?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I…”

...And now that axe is loose in his hand.  He believes us.

“I bring… I’m sorry, but I do feel it’s necessary to show you proof of what we’ve seen.  Please… this is a Sheikah Slate.  This image… is what became of… Marc.”

.

.

.

They can’t even close their mouths.

Can’t say I blame them.

Don’t.

Don’t picture it, Link.

There’s no silver lining in that.  Just regret.

Don’t.

Don’t.

Come on, Link.

You can put it out of mind.  Like when they killed-

Nope.

“G-Goddess. Hylia.  They… all like this?  Even Rin?”

…They mean the kid, don’t they.

Zelda?

Oh-

“All of them, yes.”

A shiny streak.  “Hey.”

Her eyes in the oil light.  They still end up looking almost black.

“Ah- ah, miss.  Wh- what can we do for you?”

“Nothing, indeed, I thank you.  We’re here to warn you of this.  Creatures attacked Reeb and Laysha’s home as well- ah- they’re safe.  They’ve ridden east first with a warning, and also intend to warn the loggers near shore.”

“Bloody- that’s not an easy ride this time of night.  Sometimes you get bokos skulking outta those hills.”

“Indeed.  They’d said as much.  But- as you see- whatever is happening is extremely dangerous.  We recommend evacuation.  Temporarily, at least.”

Here we go.  This is going to take a few minutes of talking at least.  Better… better clean my hands-

“Hey!”

“Sorry!  Just-“

“Yeah, I see the alky you pulled out.  Don’t bother.  We have plenty and we’re not dealing with… the horrors you’re obviously meeting.  We’ll help.  Keep your own supplies.  You need clean clothes?”

“No.  Just- eh.  She has a bandage.”

“Yeah, let’s see to that, too.”

“I thank you, sirs.”

“Nah, no sirs here.  But you’re welcome, anyway.”

We’re lucky, really, to have decent people in our path.

“OY, RANA!!!”

It helps a lot.

“HALLEN!! EVERYONE UP!”

Link?  When you… eventually… hopefully… get back to the castle?  You’re going into castle town and buying an absolute cartload of supplies and you’re stuffing this pouch full of them.

I’m an idiot for not doing it sooner.  I have a good amount, but clearly a good amount isn’t enough.  I need to be ready for surprise splinter-trips that might last many days and involve getting sprayed with monster guts a dozen times or more in a night.

“Link.  Come.  We ought to be finished and gone as quickly as possible, on to the next farm.”

“Yeah.” The next one.

That map.  We raced here first because of the kids, and with how many Dead Hands we killed, it was absolutely the right move.  They would have already passed the one further west.

We’re going to find death there, aren’t we?

Probably.

Her hand in mine.

“There is hope, Link.”

“The faster we are, the more there is.”

“Yes.”

“Alright, Hallen’s boiling water, we’ll get those wounds cleaned.  You gotta clean those torsos, too.  We’ll give you privacy.”

“We must be quick-“

“It won’t take long.  You’ll thank us when you don’t get gangrene.  Awww- hell, miss, that hair.  HALLEN!”

“YEAAAH?!”

“THERE’S LONG HAIR INVOLVED!”

“MOOORE WATER, THEN.”

“I… suppose I ought to put it out of the way after this.”

Should’ve braided it like Beraya.

Actually, that’s not good enough for this.  It can still swing and spread stuff to her shoulder.

Nope.  We’re going to put it all up on her head, somehow. Finally, all the times I did my sister’s hair’ll pay off.  Other than it being nice at the time.

Speed, Link.  Speed-braid and speed-twist and speed-pin.  You got this.

Oh.

If… there are pins.  Hair-ties, those I have.

I’ll ask.

Will it be weird?

Nnnnno, it won’t.  Because it’s obvious why she needs them.

Heck, I can use twigs off the ground if I have to.

“Link?”

“You first, Princess.  I’ll keep watch.  Just in case.  Oh- thanks-“ alcohol for hands, definitely a good idea in the meantime-

“Wait, PRINCESS?!”

Ah.  Here we go again…

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[demiboydemon]

You can decide for yourself who’s the husband and who’s the wife here

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[tagzpite]

some beautiful men

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[isaarne]

Surely it has been done before. They totaly got that vibe in botw...

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[thezoraprince]

Flowers - Link x reader

Title: Flowers - Link x Reader Words : 700+ (701)

y/n - your name

(i like to imagine Link signing, so the dialogue for him is italicized for that reason)

The light flickered through the tree leaves just outside Link’s bedroom window. You opened your eyes to find yourself laying in his bed with his arms loosely wrapped around you. You don’t quite remember how you ended up here, but you smiled, knowing he must have carried you in after you’d already fallen asleep somewhere. He was pretty good at finding you when you did. It was quite common, actually; the soft grass against your skin made it pretty easy to doze off, not to mention the countless times you’d had to make do while traveling. 

Watching Link as he slept was almost like a dream. It was a rarity to see him so… still. You brushed the hair from his eyes and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb. He looked so handsome when he slept. Not to say that he wasn’t already handsome, but with the Calamity finally being over, he just looked so at ease. 

As you lifted up to get out of bed, his grip on you tightened. But, he was still sound asleep, lightly snoring. You giggled softly at him, untangling yourself from him to get up and make yourself some tea.

You headed downstairs and peeked out the kitchen window. There was Bolson and Karson, sitting where they usually sit in the yard. You figured they had just gotten back from visiting with Hudson and Rhondson. You opened the door and walked out to greet them.

“Care for some tea?” you asked.

Bolson smiled at you. “You know I would never turn down morning tea.”

You went back inside to get the kettle and some cups and headed back out. The three of you sat in the grass with your cups of tea, chatting about how beautiful the the flowers are this time of year. They were both pleased to see that you had planted some around the house. 

“What kind of flowers are those, anyway?” Bolson asked.

“I was wondering the same. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.” Karson added.

You were happy to tell them. “They’re called ‘Silent Princess’.”

They both looked at you with a questioning expression.

“They’re pretty rare, but Link had found quite a few on his journey.” You got up and walked over to the flowers to examine them. “Zelda said that with a little help, she thinks they can be domesticated.”

“Well, they’re very beautiful.” Bolson replied, just before taking another sip of tea.

Karson was more than excited to learn about them. “Maybe we could find and plant some at our place!"

Bolson stood up, cup still in hand. “We’ll see, Karson.” He turned to you with a smile. “Thank you for tea, y/n. You’re always a pleasure to sit and chat with.”

“Yeah!”

You took the tea cups from the both of them. “Thank you. You both are so kind. Feel free to come over for tea anytime.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, as always.”

Bolson and Karson made their way toward the town, Karson waving as they left. You couldn’t help but to smile as they walked away. The both of them were a treat to have around. You went back inside, set the dishes on the counter, and headed back up the stairs to find Link still sleeping. 

Gently, you crawled back into bed and wrapped your arms around him. He rolled over to face you, eyes still closed. His hair was surprisingly messier than it was earlier. You once again went to brush the hair out of his eyes. Link wrinkled his nose and slowly opened his eyes. Upon seeing you, he smiled and pulled you in to cuddle.

“Good afternoon, love.” you whispered.

He looked at you with a cheesy grin. “Hi.”

“You missed out this morning.” You started. “Bolson and Karson were here, and they really like the flowers.” 

“Of course they do.” He yawned.

You giggled at his reply before turning to get out of bed again. Link grabbed your hand quickly, just before you got out of his reach. “Yes?”

“Please stay in bed.”

“Link…”

“I just want to hold you for a little while longer.” He pouted, staring at you with those blue eyes. “Please?”

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[yandereunsolved]

Breath of a Yandere - ,, Yandere Wild headcanons

tw(s): yandere themes, (Wild) multiple mentions of suicidal ideations/suicide & self depreciation

ꨄ︎ Yandere Wild who met you after waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection. You were a lone traveler from Lurelin Village. You traveled countless months, with many others accompanying you at various points on your journey. You had to know the truth. You had to know if it was true. The rumors about the legendary hero fueled your adventures. You feared the worst, but you found him. He didn't awake at first. You spent weeks traveling out of the Shrine only for necessities.

ꨄ︎ He heard a strange voice coming from the darkness and then saw you. You spoke to him with such a reverence that he wasn't accustomed to. He was incredibly cautious and wouldn't allow you near him. That all changed when you offered him some glazed meat. He shoved it down his throat and suddenly you were his closest companion.

ꨄ︎ Words never leave his mouth. You thought at first it was just the surprise of awakening after a hundred years, but no. He just never spoke to you. He spoke with his hands and through his body language. He taught you most of the Hylian sign language that you know. It is probably better that he doesn't speak. You would be disturbed and greatly flattered about the things he thinks about you.

ꨄ︎ He never leaves your side unless you are both put in a life ending situation. He's like a silent but loyal dog. He is always watching your movements and standing guard over you. You have to cuddle with him before he finally allows himself to succumb to sleep.

ꨄ︎ Guardians? You are staying behind. Shrines? You may stand at the entrance as long as there are no monsters around. If there are then he will kill them and then make you wait. The Divine Beasts? Okay, fine— he allows you in all the Divine Beasts except for Vah Naboris. He allows you to ride with Riju but only because she has the Thunder Helm. However, the Ganonblights? On Hylia's name, no. You go back to the entrance and wait there.

ꨄ︎ Ganon himself? You wait. After your entire journey together, he only speaks one word to you. "Wait." He presses himself against you and makes you hide behind one of the castle pillars. There are tears in his eyes and he is shaking. You are his God(dess). He has killed and sacrificed so much. You saved him. You did. He signs to you. "I face Ganon alone. I can't lose you." His hands get shaky. "I love you."

ꨄ︎ That's the first time he ever says he loves you and his yandere tendencies only get worse from there. More possessive. More obsessive. More puppy-like. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He always has an eye on you and doesn't allow you out of his sight. He would never hurt you, but he'll hurt others for you.

ꨄ︎ After the battle you two embrace each other and he sobs quietly into your chest. He allows you to patch his wounds. It's difficult because he's hanging off of you. Zelda is sitting near you both around the campfire. It's a little a lot awkward because she's seen his entire journey. She has seen his feelings for you blossom. A part of her hurts because she won't have her Link back, but was he ever hers? It was just his duty.

ꨄ︎ His memories may have come back but he only has one person in his heart. That person is you. Zelda wants him to come back as a knight. He signs no. He has to stay near you. He will die without you.

ꨄ︎ He thinks the sweetest and most depraved things in his mind. He is constantly praising you within his mind. He wishes he could speak those words but he can't. So he signs them. He shows them through acts of service. His mind is just a constant track about you. Partially this is because of his knight training. He was trained to protect and serve. He was trained to help the princess. His mind still sometimes slips back into that. It's just you, you, you, danger?, you, you, you.

ꨄ︎ On that note, his trauma is constantly fueling his tendencies and how he sees you as his god(dess). He was a child knight, blames himself for failing to protect everyone before Calamity Ganon gave over, and woke up with zero memories and a mission to save all of Hyrule. You were the first person he met. You were and still are his guide to this world. Sure, you aren't fated to be with him. Sure, it could have been just a mistake— but you are the first person that ever got him. You didn't push him to speak. You took your time in learning how to communicate with him. You respected him not just as the hero but a person.

ꨄ︎ He takes interest in whatever you are interested in. He will go so far as trying to replicate what you are doing. He isn't great at art but he'll do his best to draw what you are doing. He shows it you like an excited little kid. He does little poems as well. They are all about his adoration to you and how much he wants to spend time with you. Sometimes they have some blood splatters on them. Don't think about it too hard.

ꨄ︎ He his naturally cautious when all of these goods things become interrupted with the introduction of The Chain. He is like a frightened animal with his hackles up. He has his mastersword pointed to the strange group. They introduce themselves and he relaxes a little. He stays by your side the entire time and makes sure everyone knows that you are taken by him.

ꨄ︎ It's really, really, really hard for him when you say you want to travel with The Chain. His thought process is like this: heartbreak. My God(dess) wants to be around other Links? Why do they want to put themselves in danger? Why? Why? I have to protect them. I have to. I need them near me. Why do they want to travel? Will they still cook for me and me only...? Or will I have to share? You want to travel to different Hyrules and fight monsters with them? You want to see their Hyrules? What if my Hyrule isn't good enough for you?

ꨄ︎ As much as he hates it— he'd do anything for you. He sets some ground rules though. No letting the others get too close. Stay by his side. Tell him everything. And do not, ever, put yourself in harms way. That has been his number one rule since day one. No getting yourself hurt. That scares him the most. He could live without you, but you are alive. He'd barely be alive but he could live. If you died? He'd kill himself and die right next to you. So when you get a scratch he wants, needs, aches to kill the thing that gave you that scratch.

ꨄ︎ You both begin traveling with The Chain and it goes better then expected. Wild is still the same Wild. He may even be getting a little better. The Chain is a bunch of hims. Wild is doing better in a way. He's gotten close to everyone and now knows some of their secrets. He's quiet and he listens. They are unassuming of him. Even the more cautious ones such as Hyrule, Legend, and Time bring their guard down a little. He rarely communicates with them but you know he is acutely listening. He only really signs to you.

ꨄ︎ So, it's perfect. There are a bunch of hims that stay away from you and protect you. He is getting them to trust him. You are safer than you have ever been. Safe. So safe. And if he needs to kill them for you? He's already got the information on them.

ꨄ︎ Wild always buys you things from the villages you all go to. He runs up to you and shoves them into your hands happily. It's one of the few times you see a smile on his usually stoic face. He absolutely adores buying you matching fits. He's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He loves matching with you. He even gets you a sword that mimics the mastersword in style. He teaches you how to wield it and everything.

ꨄ︎ He sabotages the others in The Chain if they try to spend time with you. He'll tell you things about them, dark things that he's learned. He'll write them out to you and slip them into your back pocket, your satchel, your bed roll. He'll make them look stupid in front of you. He might accidentally trip them or outbest them in sparring. He makes sure you see the worst of them and the best of him. He doesn't need words to steal your heart all for himself.

ꨄ︎ He always wakes up early and watches you sleep. He tries to resist your warmth to not fall asleep but it's too much. So he wakes up in the morning before you. He watches silently, unblinkingly. He thinks you look so adorable, so pretty, so handsome. You are even more angelic when you are awake. Your smile could even make Ganon fall to his knees.

ꨄ︎ He either makes breakfast for you or with you. He sits guard while you bathe in the river. He wants to take a peek but he doesn't! He's a loyal man. He's tempted. Very tempted though. He loves watching you do your skincare and getting ready though. His eyes rarely leave you while in eyesight.

ꨄ︎ His habits reach their most overbearing after Sage joins The Chain. His life was going so perfect with you. You got protection and he got you all to himself. Now, there's this new version of him. He is acting so... clingy towards you. He just seems so attached to you. Wild begins to get shooed away when Sage is near. You are all about being near Sage. Saving Sage.

ꨄ︎ He refuses to leave your side, even for a moment. He distances himself from the rest of The Chain. He begins to not eat. He begins to not sleep. He gets very nervous and becomes a wreck. He thinks if he does this to himself you'll love him. You loved him when he was like this before. Is this what you want? Do you want someone that needs you? He needs you more than anyone else. He doesn't see any reason to live anymore without you.

ꨄ︎ Like always, you save him. You save him from that dark place and refuse to leave his side. He cuddles into you and refuses to let you go. You feel guilty and you are worried sick about him. Wild almost died and he refuses to tell you why. You were sparring with Sage and suddenly you heard a sword slash in the woods. Wild stabbed himself in the heart with a sword... If it wasn't for Hyrule he'd be dead.

ꨄ︎ You sobbed for hours over his body and you refused to leave. You still do. You are beginning to succumb to his neediness and overprotective ways. Just like Wild wanted. He just needs to be wanted by you. He just needs your love. He just needs one person who will love him above all else.

ꨄ︎ Wild has you, but at Sage's expense. He's extremely irritated that this little boyfriend of yours is taking you away from him. A few of the other Links have mixed, upset, and possessive feelings as well. However, we'll discuss that another time.

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[lunarartistry13]

Couple of the Wild Art~

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[zeldaseyebrows]

Rest in pieces, Link

Fun little redraw of an old doodle (since my art has improved since then oop) in honor of this scene finally happening in the latest chapter of Sacrilege and Sororities (my grad school au fic)!

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[twilight-vivi]

Please Relax 🥀

BOTW/TOTK! Link x Witch!Reader

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It’s late in the night and yet here you are, cooking some kind of stew. You preferred the nighttime; it’s peaceful. Well usually. Ever since that “upheaval” monsters have been coming around more often.

Link hadn’t been stopping by as often. You understand that he’s busy fixing this damaged world but you worried. He’s just one man.

You hummed while cooking before covering the pot. You then glanced out the window when hearing something.

It was Link.

He looked disgruntled as he came toward the cottage. A clear face of annoyance and pain.

You walked out to greet him, trying to make some kind of eye contact.

“Link? Are you okay?” You asked softly while rubbing his shoulder, only for him to shake his head.

“Well… I made dinner.” You said. “You came just in time.”

He gave you a weak smile and held your hand as you led him inside.

He was quick to remove his boots and hood and you put them to the side.

The man sat at the table and waited patiently as you got a bowl ready for him. He was looking at his arm, the Zonai tech giving him a stinging feeling of anger.

Placing the bowls on the table, you sit in front of him, smiling as he excitedly grabbed his fork.

He was starving.

The man gobbled up the food so fast which honestly surprised you. He was practically feral.

“Link… are you alright…?”

He looked at you while playing with the remaining remnants of his food. Only sighing.

“Link…” you sighed while gently taking his hand. “Please, you can tell me…”

“I-… mmm… I just…” he couldn’t seem to get the words out. He was so frustrated that he could barely speak. Which wasn’t too abnormal.

“Sign it, love…”

Instantly, he started moving his hands. His sign was fast and sharp, an indication of annoyance or anger. You could barely keep up but every once in a while he’d add a word or two.

[ I cant stand this. I don’t understand why Hylia would do this?!] he signed.

“Everything!” He said with a loud whisper which startled you a bit.

[I’m back at square one!] He continued before balling his fists.

“Link—”

“Selfish.” He spoke up. “I’m selfish.”

“You’re not selfish.” You sighed while squeezing his hand. “You’re just one man. Too much has happened…”

He couldn’t really make eye contact with you and only looked out the window.

You move to sit next to him and rub his cheek. Why is he beating himself up so much?

He looked at you briefly before looking down, seemingly ashamed of himself.

“C’mon.” You stood up. “Let me see… I have new potions.”

“I’m fine…” he muttered.

“Just routine scar treatment. Please…”

Link nodded and stood up while following you to the bedroom.

You lifted one of his sleeves, noticing a more bruising than last time.

“Link… what happened here??”

He only signed one word. Fell.

You sighed while taking some cream like substance from a small jar.

“It’ll be a little cold…” you warned before rubbing it over his bruised arm.

He winced a bit at the pain but relaxed after you started humming.

To him, you’re voice was soothing. Almost healing. Specifically this song. You often referred to it as a song of healing. A song that has been passed down your family line. But you don’t exactly know it’s origin.

After an hour of healing scars on his arms and back he gets up, buttoning up his shirt, and ready to go.

“Link.” You frowned. “Sweetheart please… you need to rest.”

[I have stuff to do] he signed before putting his boots back on.

“Link…” you sighed. “I guess I can’t stop you. But please. Let me make you some tea. It’ll make you feel better.”

The man nodded, unable to reject anything you make.

You smiled as he followed you back to the kitchen. He sat back at the table and looked through the photos he took on the Purah Pad.

Once the water was boiled you put a tea base in along with some lavender.

You looked over your shoulder, making sure he wasn’t looking before you put some drops of something else in.

After mixing it with a small spoon, you brought the mug to him and set it down.

“There you are, love.”

Link smiled and signed the familiar ‘Thank you’

You kissed his cheek as he blew on the hot drink.

You cleaned up the kitchen as he drank, only coming back when you knew he was done.

Link sat there, staring at the empty cup. His vision was hazy as he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

“Love?”

He didn’t answer, instead his eyelids were drooping as he swayed a little.

You waved your hand in front of his face and even snapped your fingers to check. He didn’t react much, only slightly moving his head up.

You were pretty satisfied and took his hand.

“C’mon Linky.” You said softly while leading him to the bed. He didn’t resist, instead just complying with you.

You sat him down before brushing his hair from his face with your fingers.

“Y/n…” he murmured.

“Yes, love?” You replied softly.

“You… you-…” he yawned, unable to finish the sentence as he suddenly got a wave of exhaustion.

“Shh…” you put your hand over his eyes, making them close. “Just relax… get some sleep.”

With his eyes closed, Link started drifting off. He was fully exhausted as you laid him down

You hummed while leaning over him and rubbing his cheek. He seemed to subconsciously nuzzle into your hand.

Once you knew he was asleep, you stood and removed his boots then loosened his belt. You were about to put s blanket over him before pausing to look at his arm, and the scarring formed to attach it.

This was a point of contention for him. Having this foreign arm was useful but also not right. He hated to admit, but it did hurt a little. Not to mention the dark gloom that pulsed through his body. It was causing him to have… darker thoughts…

Slowly, you unbutton his shirt and open it to get s better view of his arm and chest. You’ve been trying to figure out how to get this darkness out of him. For now it seemed that only Hylia’s light could do it but it still hurt him and you wanted to help.

You’ve tried many things but even your own dark magic wasn’t a match for the demon king’s gloom.

You spent a bit looking through some books, surely there’s an answer. So you decided to try something. It may be painful but hopefully it can get it out.

After reading the spell in your head a few times you went back to the man.

You sat next to him and hovered your hands over his chest before whispering the spell you had read.

After repeating it a few more times, you notice a reaction. You could see the essence of the gloom coming out, not much but some. It seemed to transfer to your hands. The more essence that came out, the more intense it got. The tips of your fingers were turning cold and black, an indication of dark magic. You’d know as you’ve dabbled in it before.

But it was getting painful and you winced as your hands were strained and shaking a bit. You took deep breaths to soothe the pain. This was a slow process. But the gloom was coming out! Right?

A tear rolled down your cheek as it was getting very painful, like glass shards cutting into your hands.

But suddenly you felt something grip your wrist. It was Link.

“Stop…” he whispered. He wasn’t fully awake and his eyes were closed but he seemed somewhat aware of what you were trying to do.

“I’m trying to help you…” you whispered, trying to free your wrist, but he’s too strong.

“It’s okay…” he added while letting go and reaching up to grab your arm, indicating that he wants you to lay down.

You look back at your hands, the gloom dissipating from your skin as the spell wore off.

You laid down, resting your head on his chest. Link wrapped his arm around you, practically holding you as you relaxed.

The rhythmic sound of his heart beating had you slowly falling asleep.

You wished you could help him more…

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My Forest Spirit

A legend of Zelda BOTW/TOTK Yandere x Reader. This is obviously cannon divergent. Fem!Y/N is short and Curvy in this, and is often described with long hair. This story will contain NSFW! scenes, violence and profanity. MDNI

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Chapter 4: You're so soft

I watched in awe at the petals that floated on the water's surface. Red and purple flowers danced in unison, sent in parting directions as Urbosa added strange crystals that dissolved into the water. She motioned me over as a knock rang out from the main entrance to her chambers. Her expression seemed somewhat annoyed but she just shot me a smile before leaving to answer the door.

 Dropping to my knees, I dip a finger into the water, playing with the soft petals that seemed to gravitate towards me. On closer inspection, I actually think I did recognise these flowers. Although I had never seen them in person, I knew someone had told me about them. Her voice rang in my ears like a distant melody that I hadn't thought about for centuries. 

"And what is this one called?" The sweet voice asked, gesturing to a book she laid in her lap.

"That is warm Saffina! It grows near the Gerudo desert." I answer, smiling as she runs a hand through my hair and tucks some loose strands behind my ear.

"That's right dear. You're getting better at remembering all this new information, perhaps I could teach you some magic one day darling."

"You would do that for me? Thank you, my queen, what an honour!" I kick my feet excitedly, my ears twitching as I rocked in excitement.

The woman just raised a hand to her mouth to cover it while laughing. The delicate markings that ran over her tan skin never became boring to look at. I wonder what they all meant. She moved her book from her lap and pulled me closer until my head laid in it. Her gentle touch ran over my face and back into my hair as she smiled down at me.

"Dear I've already told you not to call me that, I prefer you just calling me by my name." Her sweet voice whispered, changing to a hum at the end like a lullaby

"Of course," I yawn. "Sorry, I keep forgetting So-"

"Y/N are you alright? You seem vacant."

My eyes darted around until I turned and saw Urbosa knelt beside me. Her hand rested on my hip as she gave me a concerned look. Feeling guilty, I turned and shook my head profusely. She sighed in what I can only hope was relief.

"Thank goodness, you were worrying me for a minute there. One of the knights just dropped off some clothes that should fit you, if you wish to bathe now we can."

My eyes lit up at the idea of being able to be in warm water for once and I jumped up. Eagerly, I slid my skirt of leaves down, nearly ripping apart the scrappy shirt that I had been given by Hestu. The clothes lay abandoned on the floor as I stretched. Urbosa's eyes widened as they met my body, her honey skin going a soft pink. My hands moved to cover my body, unsure why she was acting like that.

"Are you alright? Is there something wrong?" I ask, stepping over to make sure she wouldn't collapse.

"Yes dear I'm fine, I just hadn't expected you to undress so quickly. Why don't you step into the water while I prepare the soaps?"

I beamed at her suggestion and nodded eagerly. Swiftly, I turn on my heels and walk towards the deep tub. With an arm under my chest to stop the bouncing from my jumpy steps. Warm water in the sunken tub wrapped around my body as I lowered myself in, only reaching my hips. I felt almost weightless as I danced around the tub, enjoying the comfort of the heated water. A warm chuckle echoed through the bathroom as Urbosa watched me play. Excitedly, I turned to her, some flower petals stuck over my shoulders and chest from where I had been tossing them around. 

"Oh, I can't believe you all have stuff like this! It's so nice!" I grin at her.

She chuckles at my reaction and strides towards the tub. 

"You sweet little angel, relax for a moment. Think of all those spirits that you wanted to tell me about."

I had completely forgotten what we had even planned to talk about. My back turned to her as I began thinking. There were many spirits I had met over the years. The Koroks have always been there, but many more visited me over the centuries. One of the fondest had to have been the woman I was thinking of earlier. She was always so sweet to me, running from her husband to read books to me and teach me about the world outside the forest. I knew she was a queen yet I can't remember her name. How bittersweet. The more I think of it, I can barely remember her husband either. He looked nothing like her or even myself. His warmth is all I can remember. When he'd find where his wife had disappeared to, scolding her for not telling him where she was going as he had been worried. The way she'd pout and hug me tighter telling him to just leave so she could go back to relaxing. He'd always roll his eyes and sat beside her. His long nails raked against my scalp, quickly lulling me to sleep as their conversation slowly drowned out.

I jolted as I felt a hand on my shoulder. Panicked, I attempt to turn but the hand holds my chin in place. 

"Calm down it's only me, you wanted me to wash your hair, right?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry, I forgot."

Urbosa just chuckled and ran a hand through my hair, making sure it was all wet. The water moved around me as I felt something soft press against my shoulders and neck. I shivered at the contact and I tried to turn to see what it was but Urbosa held me in place, running a hand over my waist.

"Don't worry dear, just relax, let me take care of you." She whispered, her warm breath tickling the back of my ear. 

My breath caught in my throat as her hands rested on my sides. Her warm lips pressed against the side of my neck, and one of her hands reached elsewhere out of my sight. I gulped as her hand came back to my shoulder, massaging a cold gel against my skin. Her hand slowly massaged closer to my chest and my breath hitched again.

"I thought you just wanted to wash my hair?" I gulped.

"Oh my apologies dear, I just wished to help you relax dear, a massage. May I?" She cooed, her lips pressing on the shell of my ear,

I gulp but nod as her hands knead my shoulders and slowly move down to my chest. The bubbles gathered over my skin as her fingers pressed into the soft fat on my chest. Her hands massaged further squeezing at the plush mounds. A strange sound bubbled from my throat escaped, like a songbird's call. 

"Urbosa! Lady Zelda called for you an hour ago, get your hands off of Y/N and do your job!" A masculine voice barked. 

I turned in panic to the doorway where Link stood, covering his eyes with his hand.

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[bakuliwrites]

Ebb and Flow- Prince Sidon x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

Relationship: Prince Sidon x Reader

Summary: “I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another? Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?”Sidon is given earth shattering news. His duty as a Zora Prince outweighs all else. But how can he accept that when his love for you is so deep?

Tags: Female Reader, Smut, Angst, PIV, Semi-Public S*x, Outdoor S*x, Oral S*x, Shark Anatomy, Established Relationship, Star-crossed Lovers, Romance

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DISCLAIMER: TOTK SPOILERS, 18+

Sidon wonders if he had spoken too softly. He expected some sort of reaction from you, even if it wasn’t a dramatic, soul-wrenching one. But your silence comes as a shock to him. Your unreadable gaze penetrates him from where you’re seated by the window in your quarters. Quarters he had specifically modified to house a Hylian such as yourself. Just for you. Fashioned to house you for what he thought would be forever. From the luxurious water bed on one side, where the two of you have shared so many passionate nights, to the cozy, crackling fireplace on the other- it’s all been for you, and him, and what he thought would be your future together.

“Y-you what?” you finally manage, confirming to Sidon that it wasn’t that you didn’t hear him, but that you couldn’t believe what he’d said. He hadn't wanted to tell you until he returned from his diplomatic mission, but he couldn't keep it a secret from you. Sidon's words stick to his throat. They feel barbed, razor-like, cutting his tongue on their way out.

“My father has decided- He’s arranged my marriage,” Sidon repeats, words seeping from his mouth like blood. But he tastes nothing when his tongue grazes over his lower lip, checking for a fresh wound. Still, he tastes metal, haunting and sharp. You’re bathed in moonlight, a silver gloss draping elegantly over your skin. Tonight, you appear to Sidon like an ethereal ghost, distant and untouchable, a curiously beautiful and captivating goddess. Like the moon delivered you to him and has come back this night to steal you away. 

“Not only has my father found who he considers to be a ‘suitable match’ for me, but he’s arranged the date of our meeting,” Sidon goes on, wanting to fill this deeply uncomfortable silence with something, anything, “Of our marriage.”

He trails off, glancing down at his feet and willing himself not to shed the tears that are stinging his eyes. He’s always known there was a risk that his marriage would be arranged. You aren’t Zora, you’re not royalty. It was a small chance that King Dorephan would even consider you in the running to marry Sidon. Your duty to Hyrule and Sidon’s duty to his people were always meant to clash. But he never thought it would be something to worry about this soon. His father’s decision to step down from the throne came as a shock, and the decision regarding Sidon’s marriage that much more shocking.

Your silence is killing him, gnawing at his insides, anxiety running rampant in his mind. Say something, anything. Please, he silently begs.

“When?” is all you’re able to question through your stupor. The look he gives you is grave, crestfallen.

“In less than a fortnight,” he almost whispers. He watches as your eyes fall slowly shut, as you clench your fists, your jaw. Every part of you tenses, but not out of anger. You take a deep breath and Sidon can tell you’re trying to hold in your tears. But when you exhale, they start to roll down your cheeks, dripping freely to the floor beneath. Droplets of pure moonlight shimmering as they fall. He rushes to you, scoops you into his arms, your small, Hylian form fitting so perfectly in his embrace. 

“I fought for us,” Sidon continues, as if he needs to prove to you that his love is genuine. As if you didn’t already know. Your shuddering sobs into his shoulder seem to shake the very foundation beneath you.  

“I fought so hard for us,” he whimpers, holding you closer, tighter, as if he were to let go, the moon would finally take you back to your celestial throne, “But my father wouldn’t agree. He wouldn’t- No matter how much I protested. How much I argued and debated-” 

“It’s okay,” you manage through tears, littering Sidon’s face with kisses, “I know you fought. I know you tried as hard as you could.”  

Sorrow blooms in every facet of your irises as you stare into Sidon’s gilded ones. If his heart hadn’t shattered in its entirety before, it certainly does now. He opens his mouth to say more, but he realizes he’s not even sure what he wants to say. He can’t reassure you. He can’t even reassure himself. 

A knock at your door pulls him begrudgingly from this private moment. An attendant calls out to him, "Your Highness, we should leave before it gets much later."

“They can wait,” Sidon speaks, turning back towards you, not wanting to leave you after such devastating news. You smile softly, shaking your head.

“No they can’t, my darling,” you gently return. He knows it, you know it. His royal duties, his people must always come first. You’ve never quibbled with him about this, something he deeply admires about you. 

Sidon presses a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. He can taste the salt of your tears, the salt of his own. He hadn’t even realized he’d shed any until the soft pads of your thumbs wipe them from his cheeks. He gazes at you underneath his furrowed brow, memorizing the features of your lovely face. If you dissolve into moonlight while he’s gone, he would never forgive himself for not kissing you one last time. 

“Wait for me,” he breathes when he pulls back, “We'll figure this- something out.” You nod, leaning your forehead against his and closing your eyes. Desperately, Sidon wishes he didn’t have to leave. Not in the middle of such an important conversation. 

“I should be no more than a few days,” he promises, giving you one final kiss before he wrenches himself from you and reluctantly slips out of your room. He doesn’t dare look back, knowing your melancholy gaze will destroy him if he does.

***

Sidon's diplomatic meeting with the Rito was a success, though it was mostly just a formality. The Zora and Rito are already on quite friendly terms, so he wasn't too concerned in the first place. The entire trip, however, his mind was preoccupied with you, with marriage, with grief. He's mulled over every possible solution. He contemplates further arguments with his father, knowing full-well that he won’t win them. But for you, it’s most certainly worth a try. He thinks about running away with you, eloping under the light of the moon, starting a new life on some remote island, far away from everything. But he knows he couldn’t leave his people behind, and he is certain that you won’t let him. Sidon could refuse to marry anyone at all, but that would mean he couldn’t be with you. But wouldn’t it be better to live his life alone if he can’t live it with you?

These thoughts swirl endlessly around his mind, a vortex of confusion and possibility. Nothing seems right. He loves you. No one else. He can’t imagine loving someone else. Or growing to love someone else. Up until now, Sidon has imagined spending the rest of his life with you. Of proposing marriage to you, in the customary Hylian fashion. Starting a family together, running the Zora kingdom together. Growing old with one another. Nights spent gazing up at the stars, held close in one another’s arms. Mornings waking up in your warm embrace. 

With his father’s decision, all hope Sidon had of making a life with you has been dashed. On his journey home, he tries to come up with some sort of solution, but as the Zora kingdom draws nearer and nearer, the Prince frustratingly comes up with nothing useful.

***

An attendant greets Sidon on the bridge leading into the palace, handing off a small slip of paper before dashing off again. The Prince unfolds the note, recognizing your handwriting immediately. “Meet me in our usual spot,” it reads, followed by a small heart and the first letter of your name. Sidon politely excuses himself from his fellow travelers and bolts off to meet you, hoping that you haven’t been waiting long for him.

By the time Sidon reaches Toto Lake, the moon is hovering high in the night sky, casting swathes of silver light across all of Hyrule. Its reflection wavers on the surface of the lake as Sidon’s keen eyes search for you. He spots you in the lake’s center, gliding through the water, every stroke disrupting the liquid mirror around you. The lake appears to envelope your form, encompassing you almost lovingly. Toto holds so many memories for Sidon. It’s where he sought solace after his sister’s passing. Where he found peace during the devastating years that Calamity Ganon reigned. The temperate waters have provided shelter in his most distressing times. It’s also where Sidon first pledged himself to you, promising his heart to you. And where you promised yours to him. A sacred, secret promise.

Sidon watches you for a moment. You cling to the crumbling ruins in the lake’s center, gazing up at the distant, twinkling stars above, not seeming to have noticed him yet. Crickets chirp in harmony with the nearby ribbits of hot-footed frogs, hiding stealthily amongst the scattered lily pads near the shore. Sidon wonders if this is the last time he’s ever going to see you, a thought that pierces his heart like a vicious barb. He can’t help but notice the pile of bags and personal items that you’ve left in the nearby clearing, like you’re prepared to travel a great distance.

Sidon is pulled from this painful thought when you wave to him, having finally noticed him lingering there. He waves back, somewhat apprehensive, but collects himself before diving into the lake. Sidon swiftly cuts through the water, desperate to reach you, the red of his fin cresting the surface of the lake. He wonders if he’ll reach you in time before the moon summons you home again. 

“My darling,” you exhale as he reaches you, pulling you into his embrace and holding you close. You cling to Sidon, the gentle thrum of your heart against his chest reinvigorating him after his long journey home. Why do you puzzle-piece so perfectly into his form? It seems like a cruel, cosmic joke that you would fit so neatly, so completely in Sidon’s arms. 

“You’re leaving?” he questions, pulling back to meet your sorrowful gaze. Gently, his large hand cups your cheek, one thumb smoothing over your soft skin. You lean your head to the side, letting your eyelids flutter shut as you press a tender kiss into the palm of his hand. 

“I must,” you state just barely above a whisper, a quiver in your voice that threatens to shatter Sidon’s already fragile calm, “I heard word around the palace that your bride-to-be arrives tomorrow.”

This is news to Sidon, news that washes waves of vertigo and anxiety over him. They threaten to drown him, pummel him into the silt and sand until he is nothing more than a smoothed over shell, tossed about in the surf. Sidon steadies himself, taking a deep breath, using your pleasant scent, your warmth as an anchor to this moment. Your cheeks are flushed and when you open your eyes once again, Sidon can tell that you’ve been crying, though you shed no tears in front of him. He wants to beg you to stay, to beseech the moon above and bargain that you might grace him just a little longer with your presence. What would it take for the heavenly bodies to allow you just a few hours longer with him?

“I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another?” 

“Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?” he finishes. You contemplate this for a moment, before leaning your forehead against his. Beneath the cool sheen of water on your skin, Sidon feels the heat of your blood flowing strong through your veins. Your strength, your poise in this painful time serves as an example to him. He is always put together, always princely and regal. You let him fall apart, without judgement. Sidon can feel his composure fracture at your next words.  

“I think we come from the same ancient waters,” you begin, your hands coming to rest on either side of his face, “In some primordial sea, we rode the same tides. Perhaps someday, we shall again. But maybe this time around, we are only meant to flow together briefly, before we part.” 

“This cannot be,” Sidon whispers, voice wavering and tears beginning to roll down his cheekbones,“I feel your spirit ebb and flow inside of me. You inhabit me in a way that no one else ever has.” 

“I am with you, always. My soul is woven into every fiber of your being. And yours, mine,” you return, and with your exhale, warm tears flow from your bright eyes, “Sidon, I love you, body and soul.” 

He can take no more. Sidon crashes his lips into yours, feverish and desperate. You drape your arms over his shoulders, press yourself tightly to him. Perhaps the gracious moon will allow the two of you to merge, to live out the remainders of your lives as one being, one body, one soul. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, resting on his narrow hips while he grips your supple thighs. You’re bare to him already, your naked form bathed in silver moonlight. You are glorious, mesmerizing. A bright star, fallen to earth so that Sidon might marvel at your beauty, your mystery before you ascend to your place carved out in the heavens once again.

Sidon can feel his arousal growing as you palm his bulge, claspers pressing against his sheathe. Your warm tongue languidly explores his mouth, breath fanning softly against him. His hands smooth over your slick curves, worshipping every part of you. He commits the plushness of your body to memory, stores your soft moans and tiny gasps so that he might recall them later, in his loneliest hours. The way you breathe his name is holy and nearly brings him to his knees. 

“My darling, my pearl,” he whimpers pathetically as you trail kiss after searing kiss along his jawline and down his neck. Your teeth leave their bittersweet marks in his flesh, his talons dragging down your back, agonizing and delightful all at once. 

"I will bear your marks for all of time,” he announces, voice husky and low, “And know that I am yours, and you are mine."

“I am yours always. Sidon,” you coo, hand massaging torturously slow over his painful bulge, “In this lifetime, and the next. In all that we should ever exist in together. And even those that we do not.”

Sidon’s fingers tangle in the wet strands of your hair, tugging as he tilts your head so he can have better access to the tender spot of flesh behind your ear. He luxuriates in the lyrical moans that flutter from your lips as he nibbles and sucks at your sensitive skin. His warm tongue drags along your neck, goosebumps appearing in his wake. Your excitement fuels him, thrills him like nothing else does. His fingers find his way to your slick folds, running its length, dousing himself with you. 

He can’t contain himself any longer, his claspers freeing themselves from their sheathe. You're quick to grasp one, pumping slow and rhythmic. 

“Sidon, please, allow me,” you entreat, your doe-eyed glance up at him only spurring on his arousal. He releases his grip on you, gently setting you back in the water and letting you push him onto a nearby ledge of the ruins. If his people saw him now- oh, the very thought. How un-princely of him- an idea that inexplicably excites him. Prince Sidon- always so put together. Always so collected and proper. Prince Sidon- with the lips of a Hylian warrior, a celestial goddess, around one cock and her hand wrapped around the other. 

Your tongue swirls around his swollen tip, making him throw his head back in overwhelming pleasure as you doubly stimulate him. Your hand strokes him at one speed, while your mouth works at another, before you fall into a rhythm with both. Every once in a while, you pause to lick a stripe up either shaft, before diving back in once again. Desperate to have you near, Sidon weaves the fingers of your free hand with his own and grips tight. You squeeze back, letting him know you’re still present, though you seem happily preoccupied with both of his cocks. 

“Oh, you work miracles, my love,” he groans, chest heavy with pleasure. He stays your hand, lets you work with just your mouth on one of his claspers. It would bring him no greater pleasure than to come inside you, he explains. 

“Your wish is my command, my prince,” you impishly return, mischief glinting in your eyes. You only ever call him, “Prince,” in court, when you have to be more formal. Or in private, when you want to tease him. An electric pulse runs through the length of Sidon’s body at your devilish gaze. You grasp his thighs, nails digging into his flesh. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through him. As your head bobs up and down, Sidon tries his best not to buck his hips into you, but it’s so very difficult. The coil in his core tightens, threatening to snap at any moment. And when it finally does, you help him ride out the electrifying pulses of his first orgasm that night.

***

A burst of salt hits the back of your throat. Bright brine graces your tongue. Your chest feels warm as you swallow, like your body is trying to imbue itself with Sidon. Like you're trying to weave him into every fiber of your being. His ragged breath is music to your ears as you slide your mouth off him. With a wet pop you release him, a string of spit connecting him to you. A connection tenderly wiped away by one of Sidon’s massive thumbs. When you glance up at him, his eyes are dark with lust, slitted pupils wide in pools of molten gold. Sidon’s cheeks are rosy and his body temperature warm, so very warm compared to his usual chill. 

You hardly have a moment to catch your breath before Sidon draws you up to him, smashing his lips against yours. Your nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, his streamlined body pressed so deliciously against yours. Your heat is throbbing, every ounce of you heavy with arousal. Carefully, Sidon flips you over, laying you ever so gently on the slab of rock beneath. Your head is cradled by some of the snaking ivy growing on these ancient ruins. Sidon gazes down at you, eyes glimmering in the night. His look is one of curiosity, awe. Though he’s seen you bare to him so many times before, he looks at you like it’s the first time. 

“I am at your mercy,” he hushes, sweeping strands of your hair out of your face, before leaning down to tenderly press his lips to yours. He lays kiss-upon-kiss over your cheeks, down your neck, along your collarbone. Featherlight, he trails his lips down your chest, suckling gently on each of the pert buds of your nipples. His sharp teeth graze them softly before he makes his way down your abdomen. His hands knead your hips, cup and massage your breasts as his mouth reaches your heat. He wouldn’t dare tease you, but he can’t help nibbling at your thighs a bit, leaving little love-bites in his wake. After a moment of reveling in your plush inner-thighs, Sidon turns his attention to your pussy. His tongue is languid, warm, as he drags it along your folds. The moan that escapes your lips is salacious. You hear Sidon growl with excitement. He flicks his gilded gaze up at you before he softly kisses the sensitive nub of your clit. 

Sidon dives into you, lapping up your arousal like it’s his lifeblood. Like he simply cannot survive without the taste of you. He savors you, tongue slowly circling your clit, testing your entrance. You squirm under the firm grasp he has on your hips, bucking into him, causing him to chuckle at your eagerness. He hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his head deeper into you. Sidon drinks you in like he’s parched. With each of your tiny mewls, you feel Sidon’s happy hums reverberating through your body. 

“Sidon, please,” you whine, smoothing one hand over the sleek fin atop his head, “I need to feel you in me.” 

He withdraws, the cool night air hitting your overheated folds surprising you. You gasp at its harshness, but Sidon is quick to replace the loss of heat with his hand, palming your sensitive pussy. When his lips meet yours, he tastes of you. 

“My darling, I’m yours. Entirely, completely. Every part of me. All parts of my soul,” he promises, his voice filled with conviction, with an aching passion. 

“I am yours, Sidon,” you return, breathless and longing, “Forever and always.” 

Tenderly, he spreads your legs, letting you wrap them around his waist, placing a large hand on the small of your back to help angle you. The stars overhead seem so close, so clear, like you’re encompassed in an endless dome of them. 

“Are you ready, my love?” Sidon asks, his cheeks flushed, breaths laborious. You nod enthusiastically, more than ready for him. He’s so slick, he slips into you with more ease than you expect. But he’s so big, you can feel him stretching out your entrance. He goes slow, gentle, allowing you ample time to adjust. Every few moments he asks if you’re alright. You stabilize yourself, arms slung around his chest, hands resting on his sinewy back. He’s cool to the touch, a sheen of water over his skin. 

With one of Sidon’s cock’s inside you, the other rests against your stomach. It’s hard again already, having recovered fast from your earlier ministrations. You grasp it gently, pumping rhythmically with Sidon’s rocking motions. A sultry moan falls from his lips at this double stimulation.

Sidon grinds slow and shallow for a while, before pressing deeper into you. You let go of the clasper resting against your stomach, allowing it to rest against you. With every pump into you, Sidon’s cock presses against the soft pad of your cervix. The pleasure is intense, your body quivering with each voltaic charge Sidon pulses into you. The heat generated between you is overwhelming, your bodies trying so desperately to merge into one. Your fingernails dig into his back, his talons into your thighs. Sidon buries his head into the crook of your neck, suckling little bruises, marking you. He delights in the way your breasts bounce with every motion. 

Goddess, please, let the moonlight fuse us into one, he begs, but he knows this cannot be. The two of you try your very best to do it yourselves. 

As Sidon grinds into you, the grip you have on his back prompts him to pick up his pace. 

“My darling, my pearl,” he manages to whisper, his breathing heavy, “You are, and always shall be, the light of my life.” 

“You are my moon, my stars, my light in the darkness,” you return, voice constrained by the taut coil in your core. Your walls quake around Sidon’s quivering cock. 

“Ha,” he huffs, pounding harder into you, “So close, my darling.” 

And so are you, but you can’t speak. For a moment later, the straining coil in you springs loose. Sidon’s name echoes through the clearing, a prayer in this ancient water temple. You cream around Sidon’s cock as he falls apart, his pace erratic as his hot cum fills your cunt. You feel even more paint your stomach, threads coating your abdomen from his other cock. Sidon calls out your name, a hymn to match yours. Sidon wonders if the moon hears the adoration, the infinite love in his voice. You know it does. 

When you’ve milked him for everything he’s worth, when he’s spent himself entirely inside you and on you, you pull Sidon down, crashing your lips into his. Feverishly, the two of you press kiss after kiss to one another, heated and yearning. You let the silence wash over you, grateful for the cool night breeze on your overheated bodies. After a while, Sidon gently pulls out of you, cock slick with your combined efforts. He pulls you into his embrace, cradling you in his arms. You belong here, enveloped by him. Enveloping him. How could the Goddess be so cruel to make you fit so perfectly, only to take you away from him?

“Leave in the morning,” Sidon begs, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lip, “Please, stay one more night. Besides, it’s not safe.”

You shake your head, a rueful smile on your lips and sorrow in your eyes, “If I don’t leave now, it’ll be that much harder for me to leave tomorrow. And don’t worry, Zelda has sent forth people to retrieve me. They’ll be here within the hour. I’ll be okay.” 

Sidon’s heart can’t drop anymore, but if it could, it certainly would. He’s not sure what he expected to feel after everything that’s happened. The depth of his melancholy is too great for him to understand at the moment. It will take time for him to process. He doesn’t feel numb. No, instead he savors your embrace. He holds you close, littering your face with kisses, gently stroking your back while you rub small circles into his. If he could live in this moment forever, he would.

A horn blows in the distance, drawing the two of you out of your tender sanctuary in time. In the distance, you see lights on the bridge of the palace. It’s a Hylian caravan of guards, no doubt from the palace. No doubt sent here for you. You cling to Sidon’s back as he swims the two of you to shore. 

“I wish you could whisk me away on your back. I wish we could just keep swimming and not look back,” you murmur to him, laying a gentle kiss on his fin. 

“I do, too,” is all he can manage, trying so very hard not to shed any more tears. You dress quickly and Sidon helps you gather all your things. These are your last moments together. The bitter sweetness sticks in Sidon’s chest, viscous like tree sap, clinging to his ribs. Hand-in-hand you walk back down the cliff side and make your way to the bridge. Just out of sight of the Hylian caravan, you pull Sidon aside and lay your lips against his one more time. Your kiss is passionate and conveys every immense bit of your love for him. He hopes you can feel the same from him. 

When you pull back, your eyes are filled with adoration. And his with sorrow and love. You smile softly.

"The sea will carry us to one another,” you begin, tears trickling down your cheeks, “Time and again. I will find you in the next life, where our tides will be one and the same."

Sidon leans his forehead against yours, allowing his tears to fall freely.

“My heart belongs to you, always,” he breathes, “You reside in me, sheltered and safe.”

“You will always find a home in my heart,” you return, pressing one final kiss to his lips. Your hand lingers in his for a moment, before it slips from his grasp. Prince Sidon of the Zora watches your form grow smaller and smaller on the horizon, before it disappears behind the cliff sides, and he is left alone once again. 

A/N: Okay, don’t get me wrong, I actually think Lady Yona is adorable and I have all sorts of plans for some OC/Sidon/Link/Yona headcanons and drawings. But I couldn’t resist writing some Sidon/Reader angst!!!!!! Oh gosh, if I ever decide to do a follow up, there's just too many good options. a) Sidon refuses the arranged marriage and declares that he's marrying you, against his father's wishes b) Sidon decides to runaway with you and you live out the rest of your lives on a secluded island c) Sidon goes through with the marriage and you go your separate ways or, perhaps my favorite option, d) you, and Sidon, and Link, AND Yona become a happy little polycule because that would be adorable and wonderful (and I've said it before, but I'll say it again, if you know me, you know I love anything poly!!!!!!) Thank you so much for reading! This was a delight to write, though it definitely filled me with a lot of sadness. As always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Hope you are all doing amazing! Lots of love 💜

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[demiboydemon]

I read a fic description recently that I’m not going to quote or name because I’d be a major asshole, but the description was (in different words)

“Zelda knew falling in love with Link was a dangerous game. But she had always craved violence” and it was SO FUNNY TO ME.

I told my beta reader about the description and she said “Huh? Link’s love is dangerous? He’s just a guy who doesn’t talk.”

She continued, “He doesn’t talk, he sometimes wears dresses, and his pockets are full of fish. I think Zelda will be fine.”

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[dilfmansion]

once Link finds out that Zelda is still up there, a seemingly permanent fixture in the sky, he visits her often.

during the first few visits he can’t bring himself to do anything more than simply sit with her and cry, tears wetting her mane as Link presses his face into golden locks. he missed her so much, doesn’t honestly know if he will ever get to see her again the way he could before.

gradually, it gets easier. Link visits Zelda more often, brushes fingers through her hair and tells her about his progress towards defeating ganodorf. towards bringing her home. he tells her about their new house, the one he’s building for them in tarrey town. the study he set aside for her, with the nice windows and a big desk. the stable in the back where her horse, Catherine, stays. he promises to feed her lots of apples.

sometimes, when he can gather the courage, link reads to zelda. he brings the scientific journals and textbooks from her workshop, the ones with words he doesn’t understand. he sounds them out to her carefully, tripping over syllables, practicing speech to ensure he doesn’t lose the gift while she’s gone.

she never responds. doesn’t talk back or give so much as a hum. link doesn’t hold it against her. he can still feel her there. the deep rhythm of her breath, the tears that have welled in her eyes and never seem to ebb.

she’s still there. he has to believe she is.

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[athena-theunicorn]

Who wants to bet Link has an intense fear of robots after the guardians and has a mini heart attack every time a construct moves because they make similar machine noises.

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[thezoraprince]

Inconveniences - Link (botw) x reader

“If this goes against your guidelines don’t worry about doing this, but could I request Sidon and Link hylian s/o being very busty? … I’d prefer this as a headcanon, but if you want you could do a scenario instead. Whichever you’d prefer. As for how the reader sees herself, she’s not super insecure about it, but she’s does see it as a nuisance, since she likes to travel and fight, and it’s a bit heavy on her chest. She mostly try’s to ignore the fact that she’s heavy on the chest, but sometimes people notice, because it’s a little obvious that her chest is big. But she has a curvy and slim body, and Sidon and Link will of course think she’s beautiful. Thank you!💚” - anon

and here’s Link!

enjoy <333

(Sidon can be found here)

Link ADORES you

and whenever you two are together, there’s never a moment he’s not gazing at your beauty

“Link…”

oh how he blushes when you catch him staring

he knows how much of a nuisance your breasts are

and he wishes he could do more for you

he does as much as he can to help

he takes some of your clothing to the great fairies 

and they enhance your clothing, giving each top maximum breast support

it absolutely helps with compression and the feeling of heaviness

and you feel so much better when you’re traveling with Link

when you’re in more populated areas of Hyrule, some people do take notice of you

Link is extremely observant, and catches on rather quickly

and he’s SO PROTECTIVE

he wouldn’t say anything

he would just stare them down until they stop ogling you

and who wouldn’t be intimidated by the hero of Hyrule staring them down like that?

when you’re resting, Link loves to snuggle up with you

he lays his head on your chest

and it does feel quite comfortable

especially for him

not to mention how he drools over you when you wear your Gerudo set

again, Link loves every inch of your body

and he wants you to feel as comfortable as you possibly can

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