#breath of the wild fanfic

[manias-wordcount]

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

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

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

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

- r 🍒

Hero's Duty (BOTW Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

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

��𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

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

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

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

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

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

  “ Ah….um, Link- Ah~”

  However long it takes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “ Mmm, Link I’m…I’m close…”

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

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

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

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

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

  That he fucks you like he absolutely should.

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

  Can’t he?

[cyanferret21]

Child of Lightning AU

Here I present you the concept that started the whole idea, and the my design for my Col!Link )

I drew him so much before I started posted the fic, and now I finally can show all of them here. I can’t wait)

[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.

[uncleskyrule]

Length: 7.25 minutes Words: 1.1k Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beedle & Link Characters: Link, Beedle Additional Tags: POV Link, Talking Link, Link Needs a Hug, Light Angst, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Humor, Angst and Humor, Link is Lonely, Good Friend Beedle, Autistic Beedle, Friendship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety,Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Read by the Author Summary: "Arrows? Ah, no, no,” Beedle muttered to himself. “He doesn’t want arrows.” He snapped his fingers. “Frogs! You look like a man in need of frogs.”

“I don’t need frogs, Beedle. What I need is—” Link sighed. It sounded silly. He was supposed to be the Hero of Hyrule—strong, fearless, independent.

Read the original fic here.

[elthoughtzos]

Chapter 6: The Apprentice

Michiko starts her training with Lord Ren.

Mentions of injuries and disabilities. Slight angst and comfort. A new OC is mentioned.

“Michiko, you’ll still receive tasks to complete but they’ll be much scarce now. You’ll be focusing on your training with Lord Ren. In the meantime, you’ll be joining him in his area of patrol.” Master Kohga stated and she nodded.

“Well…” the master’s masked face turns to both of them. “Now get going, I’ve got some napping to do.” He said waving them off wholeheartedly.

“And Lord Ren, make sure to update me on Michiko’s progress.”

“Of course, Master, I’ll keep you posted.”

The two of them left Master Kohga’s study as they started making their way to the training ground in silence. He’s rather a quiet man, so she’s not sure if Michiko should make conversation. She chooses to remain silent, deciding that if conversation will happen, it should happen naturally.

With Lord Ren taking Michiko as his apprentice and her tasks dwindling for the time being, she was hardly ever home and spent most of her time at the hideout training. The master has given her sleeping quarters along with another young woman who was training to be a nurse to work alongside Ayame, the clan’s primary medic. And Michiko moved her things into her new living space.

“We’ll continue training tomorrow morning.” Lord Ren commented as she nodded.

Without another word, Ren made his way to the west wing of the hideout where the blade masters' sleeping quarters were. Once alone in the hallway, Michiko faced the door and quietly walked inside. Her roommate was already asleep as she made her way to her side of the room and changed from her Yiga uniform into sleepwear. Once she’s changed, she brushes her teeth then gets into her futon and shuts her eyes.

“I hope I can do this..” she mumbled before drifting to sleep.

In the next few months since Michiko started training with Lord Ren, she has:

sprained her ankle.

improved at using a bow and arrows (even though it wasn’t her main goal).

She started learning how to use the earthwake technique.

And in those three months, she felt like she wasn’t moving forward. Both physically and mentally.

Her vicious sickle strikes his sword as Ren was slightly pushed backwards but not enough to take him down. Before Michiko could react, Ren responds with an attack of his own that knocks her down. She groans in frustration as she gets back up on her feet.

“Anticipate the next move. Use the blocking techniques I’ve taught you.” Ren instructs. “You’re not thinking about strategy. I can tell.”

Ren charges for another incoming attack, and she instinctively raises her vicious sickle to stop the strike and protect herself from the blow. Once his attack is blocked, she charges at her master, managing to strike him in the stomach with the butt of her sickle. He takes the blow head on and grabs her, shoving her side and sending Michiko to the floor. She rolls with a lack of grace before standing up. Her face had smacked the ground and she could feel blood dripping down her lips when she stood back up.

Michiko raised her vicious sickle above her head, as she landed a quick slash on Ren. While she’s not aiming to kill, she at least aims to try and hit him. The two blades clash and there’s a loud screech of metal.

Lord Ren had anticipated her doing that. The end of his sword comes up and smacks Michiko right in the stomach. She’s once again on the floor, panting and unable to muster the strength to get back up. Ren lowers his weapon as he walks over to her.

“We’re done for today.”

“Eat something.”

Lord Ren joined Michiko today as the food was placed in front of them. She grabbed her plate and started eating, chewing slowly. Today’s events weigh heavily in her mind, and a comfortable silence falls between them as he pours two cups of tea and passes one to her.

“Thank you, Master Ren.”

“Michiko… I can tell something’s troubling you. What is it?”

She exhaled, trying to come up with an answer for him.

“I’m worried that I’m not improving… even with your training, Master.” Michiko replied, hoping he’d buy it.

“That’s not the truth… you and I both know it.”

She stared wide eyed at him, putting down the spoonful of soup she was about to take.

“You struck me today and you haven’t been able to do that until recently. I know you’re aware of this but I’ll ask again. What troubles you?”

She pushed the contents in her soup absentmindedly.

“Nothing…”

Lord Ren frowns as he looks ahead and takes a spoonful of his soup. For a moment, Michiko wonders if he can sense her body language.

His silence makes her cringe internally before finally answering the truth.

“I received a letter from y-your parents. She felt odd using the word “our” after being away from Lord Ren for a very long time. Even though at some point, they did grow up together and had a sibling-like bond.

Ren stroked his chin. “I see.. is that why you were so sloppy during our training session today?”

Michiko scoffed at his statement. Of course, both Ren and Michiko both knew why she had moved into the hideout. Master Kohga had given him a task to help her improve physically and mentally, lest she gets kicked off the clan. In the time she had been training underneath Lord Ren, he was very much aware of how his parents wanted both of them to become the greatest blade masters. And the pressure to live up to their expectations. With that being said, opening up to him or anyone for that matter was very hard. And the topic of the letter was an even harder topic for her to touch on.

Sure, they were kind and generous with Michiko but how would she be able to answer their letter especially when it’s been months and she was still not a blade master.

“And what did the letter say?” Ren asked.

“Not much..” she lied once again.

His lips pressed into a thin line and she sighed knowing that there was no point to beat around the bush.

“They wrote how happy they are to find out that I’m your apprentice and that you’re training me. And they’re expecting my announcement of being a blade master soon. They don’t show it outwardly but I can tell they’re losing hope in me rising up the ranks. Especially because it’s been two years since I joined the clan and haven’t become a blade master yet.”

Ren hums and she hopes that this is a sign the conversation is over. She felt rather awkward spilling out everything to Lord Ren especially since it was his parents she was talking about. But thankfully he understood what the dynamic was like at home and what she meant — especially when he was finally of age to start his training to join the clan.

“Do you wish to become a blade master?” Ren suddenly asks.

“Yes, it would make them proud.” Michiko answered.

“But do you wish for it?”

Michiko slightly tilted her head in confusion.

“I don’t follow.”

“You answered that you would make your- our parents proud. But pride is not why someone becomes a blade master. They do it to protect each other and their clan. Especially when we’ve been oppressed. Do you wish to do that?”

For the first time ever, someone asked Michiko why she wanted to rise up the ranks.”

“I… I’m not sure if I could turn down the offer or let alone get kicked off the clan.”

“Why is that?”

Michiko shifts in her seat as she pushes her bowl of soup away from her and takes a long sip of her tea. She tries to hide from his gaze even though Michiko knows that he actually can’t see her.

“… Michiko?”

She looks away, trying to blink away the tears that threat to spill for her eyes.

“Grief never seems to leave me.” She answered softly.

Lord Ren turns to face in her direction. “They caused you this suffering, didn’t they?”

Michiko knew he wasn’t referring to their parents but rather her biological family — the ones who left her to fend for herself nineteen years ago.

Her hands fall from the table to grip the fabric on her uniform.

“Why did you join the clan?” He asked her.

“Because I want to protect my family especially when your- our parents could’ve left me out there nineteen years ago but they didn’t. If it wasn’t for them, I don’t know where I’d be. Probably dead.” Michiko shuddered at the thought.

Suddenly, it feels like old times like it’s easy to talk to Ren. She takes a deep breath before continuing. “Even though I may not be their biological daughter, it still means a great deal to me that they took me in. And I want them to feel that they raised someone worthy of not just being their adopted daughter, but also of being part of the clan. I want to rise up the ranks to pay them back for everything they did for me and to protect my family within the clan. That’s why I feel the need to rise above.”

Michiko paused, looking down at the long forgotten cup of tea sitting in front of her. When she looks up, Ren beckons her to continue, humming softly.

“I was meant to be a sacrifice to the family I was born into. When I was born, I had this strange power and because of it, I was originally going to be given away as Lord Ganon’s servant. And I don’t know how or who took me away from there the day before I was going to be sacrificed. But it’s not like I asked for these powers. It’s not like I asked the goddess for this- this curse.” She commented and gently flicked her wrist as her eyes started to glow a soft hue of red.

Michiko looks away, returning to the tea and tears slowly roll down her cheeks.

“Michiko.” He starts gently. “Just because you were born into that family, doesn’t make you a bad Sheikah. On the contrary, learn how to wield your power and use it for good things. And you’re a part of this family now. Of this clan. The royal family already put our ancestors through so much and the clan, we don’t do that to each other. Once you’re in it, we all protect each other. When I joined, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into and even though I’m now blind, protecting my clan is something I’d do over and over again.”

Michiko doesn’t look up but she’s attentively listening.

“We’ll train and help you get through the grief.”

A/N: guess who’s returning next chapter? 🤭

Taglist: @swordsofdevotion @nottheheidi @icantgetnosatiisfaction

[skyward-floored]

Breath of the Wild - oneshot

Another oneshot cross-posted from ao3 :) I love botw so so much, it holds a special place in my heart as one of my favorite games (I played it daily for more then two years straight, I was obsessed), and this was my little way of capturing some of my love for it.

Ao3 link

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“Link, where are we going? You can’t keep me in the dark forever,” Zelda’s voice asked, trusting, but likely tired of the fact that she hadn’t been able to see for the past almost-hour.

Link smiled at the huff in her voice, before remembering she couldn’t see it due to the fact that her eyes were closed. She’d been wearing a loose blindfold on the trip here, but he trusted her enough not to peek now that they were close. In fact...

He gave her arm a light tap, and pulled her to a stop, looking out at where he’d brought her.

“Well, why don’t you see for yourself?” he asked, feeling his smile grow, “we’re here.”

Zelda opened her eyes, blinking a little to adjust, then let out a surprised oh!

Link had brought her to the shores of Lanayru Bay, the two of them standing only a few paces from the water. Waves lapped at the shore, wind softly whistling through the rocks, and the sky was perfectly clear above their heads, stars dazzlingly bright. It was the picture of calm, and Zelda looked around at the small beach, watching a crab scuttle by, admiring the stars, turning backwards to watch the fireflies in the grass behind them.

Link watched her with a smile, for once not too concerned about their surroundings.

He’d snuck over early that morning to clear out any and all monsters that might’ve returned since the last time he’d been here, endless lizalfos scattering the hills and lurking in the water. And while he still sported several dark colored bruises from the lynel that had been around as well, it had been completely worth it to see the look now on Zelda’s face.

Her smiles were always much too few and far between.

Zelda slipped off her shoes and toed closer to the water, and Link followed her, watching the way the breeze blew her golden hair.

“It’s beautiful out here Link, but I must ask... why this spot?” she questioned, and Link hummed.

“Do you remember when we were talking about what you could see while you were holding back the Calamity?” he asked quietly, and Zelda nodded, face falling just a little at the reminder of Ganon. “You... mentioned this was one of the places you wanted to visit sometime.” Link scratched his neck a little self-consciously as he spoke, but Zelda nodded, and he continued. “And when we were in Hateno, Purah told me the stars would be special tonight. I thought since we were already in Kakariko, it was a good time to come out here.”

“Oh the Loft meteor shower, I’d forgotten!” Zelda gasped, excitement shining in her eyes. “I suppose we’re right around it’s peak, aren’t we?”

Link tilted his head in a confused way at her, and Zelda smiled, wide and bright.

“A meteor shower Link, that’s what Purah meant. Oh this is wonderful, we’ll get a great view of it out here!”

Zelda hopped back out of the water, grabbing her shoes but not putting them on as she walked up into the grass and towards the hills.

“Come on, let’s find a good spot to watch!”

Link blinked, then quickly followed after her with a chuckle, jogging a little to catch up with her strides. Zelda soon found a spot she was happy with, and settled down onto the grass, eyes sparkling as a few streaks of light began to flicker across the sky.

Link settled in next to her, and they watched the stars in contented silence for a while, Zelda making a quiet noise of excitement whenever a particularly bright one streaked by.

As fascinating as the sky was, Link soon found his gaze slipping from the view above him to the girl he sat next to, her green eyes bright with starlight as she watched the meteors fall. She was sitting almost against him, their legs only a few inches apart, and the urge to close the distance and put an arm around her shoulders suddenly hit him like a guardian laser.

...Could he? Was he allowed to do that? Things were certainly different after a hundred years, but could he just do that?

Would she mind?

Mouth suddenly dry as he made up his mind, he swallowed, then inched closer to her, cautiously extending an arm. His fingers had almost touched her shoulder when Zelda suddenly let out a loud gasp, and he jumped at the noise.

Link grabbed at his sword in preparation for trouble, cheeks a bit pink, but he soon realized there was no threat. Zelda was still staring up at the sky, astonishment on her face as an extra-bright streak of light flew by, and Link perked up at the familiar sight. It streaked toward a nearby hillside, and Zelda continued to stare at where it had flown.

“Link, that looked like it hit the ground, I didn’t know— is that a light? Did it really land?” she gasped, and Link grinned at her and extended his hand.

“Why don’t you come see?”

She took it with an excited smile, and they trekked across the hillside, fireflies drifting out of their way. It didn’t take them long to reach the glowing site where the star fragment had landed, and Link kneeled down and picked up the perfectly formed crystal.

Zelda kneeled next to him and watched him hold it out to her, another small oh! escaping her lips at the sight of the glowing stone in his hands. The warm light from the crystal made her eyes sparkle as she looked down at it, her hair lighting up into liquid gold when she leaned closer, and Link found himself staring at her again as the gentle glow almost seemed to increase in proximity to her.

“Link, what is it?” she asked in fascination, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“A star fragment,” he said quietly, offering it out to her with a smile.

Zelda took it with an almost reverent hold, settling back onto her knees and admiring the crystal as she cradled it in her hands. Link felt a tingle go up his fingertips when he handed it over, his hands brushing Zelda’s, and felt warmth run up his arm at the point of contact.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, running a hand along one of its grooves. “Where do they come from?”

“I’m not completely sure,” he admitted, leaning back and looking up at the stars. “Somewhere in the sky I guess. There is a story that says they’re made of pure gratitude to Hylia...”

“A bit hard to prove I think,” Zelda hummed, gently turning it in her arms. “I’ll have to ask Purah, perhaps we could run some tests on it. Or perhaps Impa would know, she tends to be knowledgeable about things of this sort—”

Link couldn’t help but smile as Zelda slipped into her theorizing voice, excitedly studying and wondering what the smooth crystal in her hands could be.

Her words, soft but growing louder as she grew more excited, were music to his ears, her accented tones a soothing lilt in the breeze. The sound of it always calmed him, and he loved hearing her speak, even when she raised her voice in annoyance or anger, to a point.

It was the first thing he remembered, the thing that had woken him, guided him all throughout his journey, that had warned him of blood moons and directed his steps. The one scrap of familiarity he’d clung to in a strange world.

He truly could listen to her voice forever.

“Link?”

He met Zelda’s eyes, bright in the glow from the crystal, and tilted his head to indicate he was listening.

“Thank you for showing me this,” she said, voice full of gratitude. A soft look overtook her face as she glanced up at the sky again, and she smiled. “This is wonderful. I... I really needed this, I realize. I’ve barely had a moment to breathe since the Calamity, and everything lately has just been...”

Her voice fell, the smile slipping from her lips.

“It’s been truly... overwhelming,” she whispered, as if afraid to speak louder. “I’m realizing just how much we lost in the past century, and fixing it seems impossible. Not to mention being sealed in the castle for a hundred years...”

She sighed, and Link felt something ache in his chest at the exhaustion in it.

“It’s just left me so... disconnected from everything,” she whispered. “Sometimes I forget what it’s like, being a person and not just a force of light to hold back the darkness. To not have to focus and constantly resist, and feel as if one slip up would doom the world. Doing it for so long, even now that I’m out, sometimes I forget and I feel like I’m still... still in there. With him.”

A shudder ran through her, and Link ignored the old instinct that refused to bridge the gap between princess and knight, and slid closer to her, gently resting a hand on her arm.

Zelda swallowed, and held the crystal in her hands a little tighter.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this,” she whispered, and Link hated how miserable it sounded. “I’m sorry.”

“Zelda, I don’t mind, don’t— don’t apologize,” he said, quick to reassure her. He hesitated, then fully put his arm around her, keeping the hold loose so she could pull away if she wanted.

She didn’t though, and they both relaxed a bit, Link slipping closer.

“I like listening to you Zelda,” he continued, the glow of the crystal dancing between them. “Truly. Even if it’s just your worries. I just... wish I could do more to help you.”

“You help plenty Link,” Zelda replied, looking a bit better. “You brought me out here didn’t you? You knew I’d love seeing the stars tonight, and showed me the bay as well. And don’t think I didn’t notice the distinct lack of monsters around, you’ve done so much for me Link, not just tonight, and I truly appreciate it.”

Her smile returned, though it wasn’t quite as brilliant as before.

“Being out here, and seeing for myself that the fight was worth it, that through our efforts we preserved this,” she said with a wide gesture to the landscape and sky, “it helps remind me of what we’re working towards, and why Hyrule is worth not giving up on.”

She ran a hand along the crystal again, the light shimmering off her face as she looked up at the stars.

“And I can’t thank you enough for that,” Zelda said softly, meeting his eye.

Link’s mouth suddenly felt too dry to respond, but he managed a nod and a smile, and Zelda returned it as she leaned into his hold a bit more. Her head came to rest on his shoulder, and they both looked back up at the stars falling across the sky, leaving streaks like crystal rain in their wakes.

And with them, the star fragment in Zelda’s arms seemed to shine just a bit brighter.

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Rhoam had called him a knight. Then he called him Your Highness. But what was Link a prince of? (Assuming he even was, assuming Rhoam wasn’t screwing with his head for Link’s disrespect). He wasn’t Prince of Hyrule, surely. Was he…not from Hyrule?

It all made his head ache.

“Zelda?” he asked aloud. “Was he serious?”

There was no answer. Just the wind.

Link grabbed the paraglider. He wouldn’t get any answers in these ruins. He needed to get off this plateau at last.

He’d follow the slate. He’d find Impa.

And then he’d find whoever gave him his locket.

*

100 years ago, the Great Calamity ravaged Hyrule. In the chaos, Princess Mipha and her husband, Prince Link, lost their lives. Until Link rose from the Shrine of Resurrection that is. Needless to say, the Zora aren't too happy about their amnesiac prince wandering the country alone. It looks like he'll need a guard...

OR: Link and Mipha were married. He's joined by some over-protective friends on his quest to save Hyrule.

(Also known as Sidon, Bazz and Rivan being the best hype men and bodyguards ever. No, Sidon absolutely does not have Dorephan's permission to be here.)

[bahbahhh]

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

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

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

Read the full fic on AO3

[one-is-confused]

Champion Link's Hood in The Shadows of Hyrule.

I made it a hood because why not, and I thought it would be more interesting then the tunic.

[manias-wordcount]

So... I have a request. Can you do a LoZ fanfic- Link x f!reader, but pretty much they are fighting together on their quest to fight the calamity, and things get a little fiery after a big fight while the adrenaline is running high.

Getting Heated After Battle HCs (BOTW! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸. 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲-𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s definitely a moment where there was a close call and emotions are running super high

There was probably sexual tension present since the get-go but maybe the two of you were keeping things at bay because you both knew that saving Hyrule was the priority

But things happen, y’know…

Like he saved you at the very last second while shielding your body and slaying a monster or something

But moments of silence right after he saved you and just looking into each other eyes turned into rushing at each other and grabbing each other into a heated kiss

Next thing you know, you’re pulling down his trousers and sticking his cock in your mouth while he’s threading his fingers through your hair

In between breaths of air, while sucking him off, you tell him that this is your way of saying thank you for saving me <3

He says fuck that and puts you on your back instead

It’s definitely not the most ideal place to fuck

But boy was this one of the hottest places you both could choose to finally let loose hehe

[cyanferret21]

Child of lightning au

A fanart for my own fic!

It’s called Child of lightning on AO3, I’d appreciate if you’d read it!

It was inspired by @whenstarslie "s Not-So-Ordinary Heroes AU series, and @breannasfluff 's Linked Moments series

Go read their stuff, it's super cool!!!

I’ll be posting art for it and all the updates here on my tumblr) So stay tuned!

[athena-theunicorn]

I'm screaming y'all.

I just got my first ever fanart for my fic and I-

STFU ITS INCREDIBLE? I'M IN LOVE WITH THEM ACTUALLY. ITS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURED IT BUT BETTER? AND SHES WEARING THE RINGGGGG I CANT BELIEVE THEY REMEMBERED AHHHH. i HAVEN'T STOPPED SMILING IM SO INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL. I CANTTTTTTT TAKE IT AHHHHHHHH

The wonderful Chihua_draws made if for me on Twitter! Go follow them! Show them all the love they deserve!

Oh, and go read the most recent chapter of Between Them if you want context for this beautiful drawing :)

[sillylildude]

Whoa, a new silly lil fic by the silliest lil dude!

In taking a little break from chipping away at my Zelda TV series rewrite, I thought I'd go back and finish a WIP I've had sitting in my Google Drive forever. I originally wanted to write and post this for last year's Zelink Week, but I completely dropped the ball on that timeline lol.

The title and inspiration for this little fic are taken from the song "We Will Dance Again" by Sumbuck, particularly the last verse: "Oh, but don't you forget what we had, not just yet. 'Cause I'm coming home soon, sooner than you know, and we will dance again, of this I'm sure." It just struck me as sounding very Zelink-esque, so here we are. I had a lot of fun writing this fic, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

(Also I'm in a big writing mood today so I may or may not post an update to "The Triforce Awakens" soon. Fingers crossed lol.)

[milo-hypno]

He should ask her. He should open his mouth and ask her if she’d woven something into the fabric that would make him feel like a ray of sunlight has singled his heart out- But when he opens his mouth, his words tangle up in the back of his throat, and all he can do is fumblingly bring his hand to his chin, before smacking its back to the palm of his other hand. 'Thank you,' he signs, and Saula gives a warm, big, laugh. The Gerudo weren’t completely familiar with Hylian sign language when he’d first arrived - but it seems his time in the town has led to a few of the more used signs becoming recognizable. “Of course,” she says. “Every Vai deserves to feel beautiful!”

Or: Link spends time in Gerudo town, and grapples with liking being seen as a Vai a little too much.

[karama9]

Oops

I wrote two OCs for Link's dads in Chosen. That was supposed to be the end of them. Just that one story, set when Link is 12, and no further word of what became of them because Chosen was just a long one shot divided in three parts.

Someone please tell me how one of them decided to survive the calamity, find out Link was going to wake up in one hundred years, and set out to do whatever he could now that would help Link one hundred years later?

Din blast it, I wasn't actually looking for an angsty plot bunny to distract me from my tragedy angst WIP that's currently distracting me from my main WIP.

[elthoughtzos]

Chapter 4: The Cursed Sheikah

The backstory of Michiko is revealed. More OC’s are revealed.

Themes of child abandonment and pacts with Ganon. Brief mention of drinking and religion.

With Michiko joining the Yiga, and tasks coming up often, it had become a rarity for her to be home — however her adoptive parents understood. Prior to her leaving to complete another task, Einosuke mentioned that once the missions started, that they would seem never ending. And it wasn’t until Michiko found herself a host’s house that she realized she had been away from home for a year and four months.

After her mission with Sooga, she felt more confident about her combat skills. She hadn’t been struggling by any means, but his compliment sparked something in her. I mean, the strongest blademaster complimented her skills for crying out loud! It felt good to be acknowledged.

She had taken mission after mission, determined to prove herself in the clan. After a year, she was now among the ranks of Yiga captain, who would oversee training with young Yiga who were just starting. Returning home with this news would hopefully make up for her lack in writing back home to her family recently.

As Michiko made her way home, she felt a bit nervous and she couldn’t exactly figure out why she felt that way or how to quell it. As the young woman approached the front door, she hesitated to knock but decided to just open the door — it is her home after all. She slowly turned the knob of the front door and a girl about her age, maybe a year younger stood in front of her.

“Lady Kitsune! Someone’s at the door!” She called out.

Michiko stood there with her mouth slightly agape as she struggled to find the words to tell this girl that this was where she lived. “Akiko, I’ve already told you that you’re more than welcome to bring our guest in-…” Lady Kitsune stopped in her tracks as she emerged from the back and her eyebrows raised as she rushed towards Michiko.

“It’s you! You’re back, when did you get back? Why did you stop writing back home?” Lady Kitsune asked so many questions and Michiko gently took the older lady’s hands in hers, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I got back this morning from completing a task at Mount Lanayru. And I stopped writing because there was no paper where I was staying.” She explained.

Lady Kitsune pulled her into an embrace, “Einosuke and I were so worried when we stopped hearing from you.”

“I’m sorry,” Michiko brought a hand up to gently rub her back. “I spent the last few days helping investigate the whereabouts of some footsoldiers.”

She pulled away and nodded understandably and threw an arm around her shoulder. “You’ve arrived at the perfect time. Dinner’s about to be ready.”

Einosuke arrived a little later and all of them sat around the dining room table as the food was passed around and Michiko took in the familiar atmosphere. While she was growing up, the dining table was filled with animated chatter and occasional conversation about the training of Einosuke and Lady Kitsune’s son, Ren who was currently a blademaster in the Yiga. After he was old enough to start his training, he was hardly home because of his duties and both, Einosuke and Lady Kitsune were understanding about it.

However, during his time at home Ren became like an older brother to Michiko. Sometimes he’d train with her but not as consistently as his father, Einosuke.

“…- after a task, Yori asks if I want to join him for a couple of drinks and I figure why not? After all, the night was still young and so we made our way to this tavern while disguised as regular civilians. But as soon as we walked in, a fight broke out between two drunk hylians and because we were only defending ourselves, the four of us were kicked out and we ended up passing out near the Outskirt Stable.” The table erupted with laughter at Einosuke’s story.

He and another retired blademaster named Yori were like brothers but he ended up getting killed by Gerudo warriors. Nonetheless, he had a lot of stories to tell when he was an active member of the Yiga Clan. Michiko silently smiled as she took a bite of her food.

“Well, Michiko…” He lightly nudged her side with his elbow. “Any stories you’d like to tell us during your time away?”

Her cheeks heated up at the unexpected attention that was now on her.

“Not really, I mostly went on solo tasks that the clan would send me out to complete.”

“Hmmm… by the look on your eyes, there’s at least another story to tell.” Lady Kitsune teased.

Damnit. Why was she so observant? Michiko thought as her cheeks turned dusty pink.

“I did meet a blademaster… more specifically, the master’s right hand man.”

Everyone leaned in, beckoning her to continue.

“His name is Sooga. And despite his young appearance, he’s a very strong blademaster. I helped him fight some Hylian knights and I’ve got a scar to prove it.”

She rolled up her sleeve to show them the scar on her arm. It was pretty much healed up at this point, but the scar would remain.

“Luckily enough, he helped me patch it up back at the hideout. And told me that he was impressed with my combat skills and encouraged me to continue mastering my skills. And he mentioned how he knew of you two.” Michiko said, gesturing towards Einosuke and Lady Kitsune.

A small smile appeared on their faces as Lady Kitsune spoke up. “A blademaster complimenting your skills, I do hope you begin your training for blademaster soon.” She mused.

“I’m not at that rank yet, I’ve only just been promoted to Yiga captain. And I’m only getting to know my abilities.”

“WHAT?! You’ve been promoted to Yiga captain already?” Einosuke exclaimed as a proud grin graced his face.

She slowly nodded as she looked at all of them.

“My brother leveled up to blademaster within a year.” The new girl, Akiko chimed in.

Michiko’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the girl with a blank stare. “Who even are you?” She asked herself.

“Good for him.” She replied.

“Michiko…” Lady Kitsune said in a stern tone.

“Apologies, Kitsune-Chan. I was merely adding to the conversation.” Akiko responded.

Michiko looked away from Akiko and she crossed her arms. The way she was trying to downplay her accomplishments didn’t sit right with her. Lady Kitsune had explained that the girl had been hired during Michiko’s time away to help them clean around the house since she wasn’t skilled enough to officially join the Yiga but her brother made it into the clan.

“I’ve been taking up every task I possibly can for a year now, to rise up in the ranks as fast as I can. It’s not my problem you couldn’t join-…”

“Michiko.” Lady Kitsune repeated her name this time sounding more aggravated.

“Akiko, can you help us clean the backyard?” Einosuke asked as he started clearing the table. The girl silently nodded and made her way to the backyard.

Once she was out of earshot, Lady Kitsune and Einosuke guided Michiko to the living room and the three of them took a seat. The two of them shared concerned expressions then began explaining.

“Your eyes, they were brighter red than usual and we haven’t told you everything when we found you abandoned in a field.” Einosuke started.

Michiko’s eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

“When I found you, I initially feared that it might’ve been a setup from the royal family. But hearing your cries and seeing you out there all alone and vulnerable, I couldn’t bring myself to just leave you out there so I decided to bring you home.” Einosuke continued.

Michiko listened intently as she encouraged him to go on.

“And during the first few days, everything seemed normal. However, we noticed that during a blood moon you were fussy — more than usual. Because you were a fussy baby.” Lady Kitsune added.

“You were restless, and we checked if you needed a diaper change or were hungry. Then it dawned on us that perhaps something was wrong and something was hurting you so since I was a nurse, I decided to check. And that’s when I saw it — the birthmark on your stomach. It was glowing bright red and it seemed to hurt to the touch so I bandaged it and wrapped you up in a blanket and took you with Master Kohga. Perhaps he would have answers.”

As Lady Kitsune mentioned the birthmark, Michiko lifted her top just a little and surely the strange birthmark was there, however it was not glowing.

“Master Kohga mentioned that he knew of a sheikah family who didn’t follow the religion of Hylia nor were they associated with the Yiga. He mentioned that those with sheikah blood are usually born with white hair but not that family. All of them had Raven black hair and red eyes. And a pact was made with Ganon that every girl born into that family would be taken to become a servant for Calamity Ganon in exchange for him sparing their lives. And when you were set to be taken away, someone took you from that place and left you out on that field that we found you in. And because they didn’t keep their word, as punishment Ganon took them as his slaves. And we learned that the reason why you’d become fussy during blood moons, it’s because Ganon left his mark on you when the pact was made.”

That was a lot to take in and process. “Ganon left his mark on you when the pact was made.” That sentence echoed in her mind.

“So how do I undo this curse?” Michiko asked. Despite her calm exterior, she felt quite uneasy about this whole situation.

The two of them glanced at each other. “…that’s the thing, we’re still trying to figure out how to undo your curse.” Einosuke responded.

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