#impa x reader

[frickingnerd]

yandere impa

pairing: impa x gn!reader

tags: overprotective!yandere, self-sacrificing!yandere, impa only wants reader to be happy & alive, wholesome fluff, affection

impa is quite the interesting type of an overprotective yandere, as she trains her beloved darling, in order to know they can keep themselves safe!

other yanderes might keep their darlings weak, to make them dependent on them, but impa actually ensures that you are able to take care of yourself, in case she can't be around to protect you!

though she's quite hard on you during training! she'll make you train multiple hours of the day, yet manages to defeat you with ease, no matter how much you train!

impa enjoys showing off her own skill to you, but she does want to keep you humble as well! you are stronger than most, by now, yet you still need to be vigilant!

while impa can be quite hard on you during training, she always coddles you afterwards! she'll spoil you with affection and show you that she truly loves you!

impa would love to spend a normal and quiet life, away from everyone else, with you! though her priority is to keep you safe and happy, even if that means endangering herself!

impa would even be willing to die for you and have you move on to find someone new, as long as you are happy! she'd sacrifice herself for that, even at the cost of her own happiness…

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Great! So you are open for request!!

Um can I request a legend of zelda (botw one)

With Impa! x knight female reader (who's link's older sister) and in the battle of calamity impa thought that her s/o (they were dating) had died with the other champion because the reader were assigned to help mipha and thought the readed drowned but instead had a fairy friend to help to revive s/o from the gift the princess had given her.

So when link wakes up 100 yrs later the female night also wakes up with no memory and so when link and accidentally bumped into eachother to find the same location they run into impa who was absolutely stunned to see link and of course her lover alive and well.

But since the age gap the s/o just accepts the thought how they can never be together but tends to help around the village and help link to save hyrule...sorry if that's too long (the point I want it to be kinda angst seeing that they can never be in the same relationship so they both have to move on with their tragic ending.. if you want to add ib some flashbacks from the past with young impa and all that's fine just olease make it angst

A Different Time (Impa x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗮 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The way she holds your hand brings back terrifying feelings of love and happiness. And what makes it so terrifying is the fact that you know now they belong to a different time.

A much, much, much different time.

“When will you be setting out again?” Impa’s quiet voice does very little to break the still silence between the two of you, but it has you turning your eyes to look at her figure right beside you anyways. But no matter how many times you pray to goddesses you only know by name, the image of the woman everyone said you had fallen head over heels for does not sit in the old lady’s place. And she never will. “I heard the weather tomorrow will be dreary. Only the early morning will be spared by the rain.”

“Ah,” You hum, making a thoughtful sound at the newly presented information. “It depends if I could get Link to wake up on time. You know how he sleeps whenever we manage to score a real bed for the night. Though I suppose I’m not much better!”

You end your joking jab you and your brother with a light laugh. One that Impa shares with you, light and gentle. But once again, you’re haunted by this feeling of familiarity. That you had heard this sound thousands and thousands of times before. But you know you haven’t heard it as much as your heart tells you. Not the laugh that exists as it does now. A different one. One that belongs to a much, much, much different time.

A time you wish nothing more than to have the chance to go back to. 

It’s a constant desire. A burning one. And it comes out on nights like this. Nights where you and your brother visit Kakariko village to restock and regroup. In between restful periods of sleep on soft cots inside of warm inns, you and Link find yourself helping out around the village. Every you’re feeding animals, or tending to gardens, or fixing furniture, or fetching items. The Sheikah work you long, and they work you hard, but you don’t mind. You never do. They’ve shown you such kindness and such support throughout the early days of your journey. They’ve helped your brother navigate a land that feels oh-so foreign after 100 years of sleep. They’ve helped you find a reason to keep fighting. To keep protecting. They’ve even helped you and Link regain some of your memories. But in some ways, you wish they hadn’t even tried at all.

On nights like this, you climb up on the roof of Impa’s house. It used to take very little thought. Very little concentration. It seemed like something innate. Something that was almost second nature to you the first time you climbed her roof. You could pick out the strongest parts and avoid the weakest ones like it was nothing. You could do it all so with one hand as a torch occupied the other. And you could do it like magic.

 When you were just in training- years and years and years before knighthood- you remember just how skilled you were at climbing. Even though your memories are scarce, you like to imagine that there were some nights when you were young and didn’t have the weight of the world upon your shoulders, you would sneak out of your barracks and scale every single obstacle in your way just for a night out with your friends. You like to think Impa was one of those people you spent those nights with.

But everything changed when Impa caught you climbing her roof one night. You came apologetically- promising that you didn’t mean her any harm and that you won’t ever do it again. She asked you what you were doing up there, and so you told her the truth: you loved the view of the sky from her rooftop. You love how the moonlight hits it just right and how the stars seem to tinkle the best at that angle in this part of the kingdom. But most of all? You tell her how you know you must have missed the sky, and the moon and all its stars when you were trapped underground, sleeping for a hundred years.

So Impa asked you to take her with you the next time you climbed her roof. And when you asked her why, she said the answer was simple.

“Because I missed you too.”

Now, every time you climb her roof, you continue to do so with one hand. But this time, the torch sits in your mouth, clenched between your teeth as your other hand reaches behind you and secures the small, old lady on your back. You try not to think about the sudden flashbacks you get in the moments like this. Memories that try to bubble their way up your throat into your mind whenever you perform an action a little too close to the past. You try not to think about how you know you used to do this for Impa- the Impa you knew. But the one on your back is much smaller. Much lighter. 

She belongs to a much different time. It’s not one that you belong to too. Even so…

…it was still you who began to hold her hand every night after that.

It happens only when you both settled onto the roof and began to look up. You’ll breathe in the air of the night, and all it has to offer. You’ll hear the sounds of nature around you’ll drown yourself in their serenity. And then you’ll grab her hand. A light grip. A loose one even. As if you’re prepared to let her slip away. You’ve never once looked at her hands when you did this. Just like you never once looked at her face and hope for a reaction either. Just like she never once did the same. You just let her hand exist in yours.

And you try not to tell yourself that they’re still in the hands of the woman you fell in love with. The powerful girl in your snippets of memories. The beautiful woman that exists in your fleeting flashbacks. Because even if they do- even if it’s the exact person, the exact Impa, you fell in love with- it will never be the same. Because your Impa belonged to a much different time. A time that was robbed of you. A time that you long for. A time you should have cherished more.

And a time that you will never be able to return to. Never.

“Oh, yes… I remember quite a bit about you and your brother's sleeping habits when we were growing up.”

No matter how many times you sit underneath the moon and cry.

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Hi!! May I request a Wild/Tears x reader oneshot? This one has some backstory to it!

Two years ago, I read a fic where Wild and the reader secretly got married before the calamity, since they were scared of losing eachother. Instead of using their rings on the finger, they put it in a necklace and kept it hidden beneath their normal clothing.

With Zelda living with Link in TOTK, how long would they manage to hide their relationship from Zelda? I'd love to see how you would manage this out!

Thanks!

I am SO sorry this took so long! But here it is and I hope you enjoy! (Also the ending is a tiny bit rushed but I just really wanted to get this out!)

Away from Royal Eyes

(BoTW Link x reader) Notes: I made it so they aren't married but they are obviously together <3

It had been well over a week since you had last seen him, wrapped up in his arms as tears fell onto his blue Champion tunic. Kissing him goodbye before watching from the village steps as he walked away towards what could only be a new beginning or tragic end. Days of mindlessly going about your day, trying to not think about the horrid things that he could be facing at any given moment. But you had faith in him to keep his promise, that he would come back to you after it had all been put to rest.

 So you waited patiently, keeping an ever watchful eye on the path leading up to the village as you went about your life. 

And one day, he finally came.

You had raced to the front of your village from your home the moment you had clocked the familiar shade of blue. Tears filling your eyes the moment he fully broke through the tree line. 

He was alive! It unfortunately looked like you couldn’t say he was unharmed, but he was alive and more importantly he was here!

But then you noticed his horse and the girl sat upon its back.

Link was home

But so was she. 

_____________

“Thank you! Come again!” 

As the last customers of your midday rush leave, you release the pent up air in your lungs, stretching out the ache in your back from standing in the same spot for the past few hours. The shop, and Hateno village in general, had been busier as of late which was great for business but not so much for your feet. But, it paid the bills and there had yet to be any disgruntled customers today so it was a win in your book. 

The small bell over the door rang and you slapped on your most welcoming smile. “Welcome! Take a- Oh! Good morning you two!”

You watched as Zelda strolled cheerfully into the shop, waving hello before beelining it towards some of your more rare merchandise. Link lingered by the door, looking over the closest basket with a slightly bored expression until his eyes flicked over to you. You smiled softly, averting your gaze when you felt heat rush to your cheeks, missing the way he smiled back.

Attempting to make yourself look busy you grabbed one of the small baskets nearby, offering it to Zelda who already had a small handful of things cradled in her arms. “What brings you two in today?”

She carefully placed the items in the bag, turning back to the newly acquired tomatoes you had gotten in just a day ago. “Just needed a few things for the room we’re building. I told you about it the other day, remember?”

“The one in the well?”

Zelda nodded, tossing in a few building supplies into the bag along with some other seemingly random ingredients. “That's the one! We’ve officially carved out all the necessary space and now we just need to build the deck! Plus, Link has been talking about this new recipe he's been wanting to try so we figured today was a good day to test it out! You don't happen to have any spicy peppers do you?”

“I should still have a few in the back. Let me go and look!

You walked away, brushing Link's shoulder with a whispered ‘excuse me’ as you passed. His eyes trailing after you as you disappeared into the small storage room behind the counter. 

Once completely out of sight, you had to take a moment to breathe, leaning your back against the wall as you tried to calm down. You would never get used to the rush that came every time you saw him. The longing looks, short touches in passing, and whispered words all adding to the thrill of secrecy that was your relationship with the hero.

Still, no amount of thrill could keep the longing at bay. Wishing you could stroll up to him at any moment to simply place your hand in his. Be the one by his side to run mundane errands or enjoy a meal together. To go back to the way things used to be before everyone began putting all this pressure on him to resume his role as Zelda’s personal knight. 

It wasn't that Link opposed the idea outright. He wanted to help, and to be there for Zelda as they tried to regain what had been lost all those years ago. To reshape the kingdom into something that would thrive for centuries to come. It was admirable work and after all that he went through it made sense that he wanted to continue to protect what he fought so hard for.

But he wasn't the stoic knight he had to be back then. He was adventurous, and playful. Had found his voice that for so long he thought was lost. It didn't feel right to go back to the way things used to be. Not entirely, not when he loved the way things were now. Coming and going as he pleased, actually having a say in things that mattered and most importantly to him, staying by your side. 

But Impa had been…insistent.

She would go on for hours about how it was Link’s duty to stay by Zelda's side no matter what.  And it didn't help when Robbie and Purah began to push the issue as well, though they were more open to changes in said role than Impa was. Each time, he explained exactly why he was so hesitant. And one time he finally admitted that it wasn't about them, or Hyrule, or even Zelda. He just didn't want to leave you.

He didn't speak for nearly 3 days after that argument. And thus the two of you took what you could and kept it all a secret. To keep the peace and Links sanity, leaving Impa to believe things had ended while no one else knew things had ever started to begin with.

You sighed, pushing off the wall to grab the last of the peppers to bring back out, holding them in your arms as you re-enter the room. “Here we are!” You said, making sure to keep your voice light and cheerful. “You're in luck too, it seems I’ll need to get some more soon.”

“Wonderful!” Zelda bounded over to the small counter with her basket full of other goods. Link coming up beside her as you check them out. 

“So what is this new recipe of yours?” You asked, trying not to think too hard about the way Link was quietly watching you work, snapping up when he realized your question was directed at him.

“Oh uhh, it's a soup.”

“Well I hope it turns out! Though you've always been a great cook Link, so I'm sure you don't really need it.” You said looking over to Link who was now rubbing at his neck sheepishly. 

“You should come! Link always makes plenty and then I could show you the room we've been working on!”

“Oh n-no I couldn't impose like that!”

“Nonsense!” Zelda shouted, grabbing your hands. “I insist! Please?”

You looked at her, glancing over to Link who looked slightly panicked before giving Zelda a hesitant smile. “I..I guess I could stop by for a bi-”

“Perfect!” She shouted, scooping up the bag and heading towards the door. “Well see you tonight!” Grabbing onto Link's wrist she darted out the door. Link looked back at you for only a moment, almost apologetically, before he was yanked out of sight. 

Dumbfounded, you stood there for a moment, wrapping your head around what you had just agreed to. It was hard enough to keep your calm during short interactions like this! And now you were going to have to be with them, with her for probably a few hours trying to keep up the facade?

Oh you were in so much trouble.

You paced behind the counter, chewing on your lip as you tried to convince yourself it would be fine.

Your door bursts open, bell barely ringing to alert you iof someone's presence before someone is grabbing your wrist. Your initial reaction is to pull away, to shove the intruder off of you and start screaming. But the blur of long, dirty blonde hair that drags you into the storage room only has other plans. 

You were barely through the door before your back hits the shelves, a mouth crushed onto yours while hands held you in place by your waist. Melting into the heated kiss, you grab the front of his tunic, sliding your hands up and over his shoulders till they wrap around his neck.

“I didn't get a chance to tell you how beautiful you look today” he whispered into your mouth. Kissing the corner of your mouth as his lips trailed off to your jaw. Nipping at your skin softly when you tilted your head back. His hands sliding down to your hips, rubbing slowly circles with his thumb.

“Yeah?”

He draws away, cupping your cheek as he gazes softly into your eyes. “I love you.”

Your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes as you reply quietly. “I love you too.” And kiss his lips again.

“Are you really coming over tonight?” 

“I don't think I have much of a choice at this point.” And you weren't wrong. You had a feeling if you didn't show up that Zelda would personally come drag you over there.

“Are you sure? Not that I'm not thrilled to get to see you more but I can think of an excuse if you aren't comfortable-”

“It’ll be okay Link,” Though it's more of a reassurance for yourself at this point. “If she hasn't suspected something by now I'm sure one night won't change that.”

“Well, in that case I guess I’ll see you tonight!” He smirked, leaning in for one more kiss which you were more than happy to supply.

_______

You stood on the wooden bridge that separated the old house from the rest of your quaint village. Hands fidgeting with your skirt as you tried to steady your breathing.

It was going to be fine. There really wasn't any reason to be as nervous as you were, yet you might as well have been tossed into a monster camp with how rapidly your heart was beating. You would just have to keep cool and not focus all of your attention on Link. You could do that. You and Zelda were good enough friends to hold your own conversations though there was still some awkwardness from your side. Probably cause you were secretly dating the man she was currently living with but hey- details. 

You took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before slowly exhaling it into the night air. You approached confidently, giving a few knocks onto the door before you could think too much about it. 

Not surprised to see Zelda standing in the doorway, you offered her a warm smile as she greeted you and ushered you inside. You could see the small table already set with a few plates and utensils. A lovely bouquet of swift violets displayed in the middle of it all. Your heart swelled at the sight of your favorite flower. 

“Aren’t they lovely?” Zelda chimed, noticing your lingering gaze towards the purple flowers. 

“Quite” You replied softly. You looked in the direction of their small kitchen where Link was currently focusing all his attention on the pot in front of him. His hair tied up, hands flitting about between the pot and a few ingredients still on the counter. The corner of his mouth lifting at the mention of the flowers. “Though I didn’t think these grew around here?”

“You would be correct! They mostly grow in the southwest regions of Hyrule near the gerudo highlands! Though you can find them up north a bit as well! I think that's where Link said he got them earlier, right Link?” 

His head finally turned in your direction, blue eyes slowly trailing over you as he nodded absentmindedly.

“You got these today?” You asked, a small blush creeping onto your face as he smiled.

“Was in the right area this afternoon and figured why not. Though I'll admit I'm rather partial to these.” A quick wink and he was back to cooking while you could have melted straight into that pot of his. 

“Is that so? Well Zelda is right, they are lovely and I wish they grew more around here.” You explained, sitting down at the table. “What brought you out that way?”

Zelda sat in the chair across from you. “Visiting a friend of ours in Goron City. He is starting an official mining company and I asked Link if he would go check to see how it was coming along! Which reminds me, how is it coming?” She asked, turning her attention to Link who was pouring a few drinks. 

“Fine, still mostly in planning. Yunobo said something about finding a spot for ‘HQ’ and then will go from there.” He brought the two glasses over, placing one down on the table for Zelda while handing the other to you directly. You take it graciously, fingers skimming over his for a second longer than necessary before pulling away. Link scurried off back towards the kitchen while Zelda gives you a full debrief about the prospect of what this new found Goron company could provide for Hyrule. And even if you didn't fully understand half of what she was explaining, it was still fascinating.

DInner was ready soon enough, with Link bringing over a few bowls of soup and bits of bread before taking the seat beside you. Just as you expected, the soup was delicious. The flavors complement each other well with the peppers adding just a bit of a kick at the end. You would definitely be leaving with the recipe.

Conversation continued to flow as well though the you were much more distracted with Link by your side. His foot had found yours, nudging it playfully while you chatted. His hand occasionally slipping beneath the table to rub at your thigh before pulling away. You returned the secret affection by pressing your knee against his, sporadically hooking your foot over his that would make him fumble over his words subtly as his cheeks flushed a soft pink.

“Well I definitely think that one is a keeper Link,” Zelda said as she stood, gathering the dishes and depositing them into the sink. “(Y/n) Would you like to go see our project now?”

You nodded, following Zelda out the door towards the well behind the house. The now night air nipped your face, it's warm late summer breeze blowing at your hair as the grass rustled around your feet. 

Link was the first one to climb down. Mumbling something about Zelda having fallen once. Her response was to just warn you that it could get slippery but assure you it was perfectly safe. So you threw your leg over onto the first plant of the wooden ladder, climbing down further inside of the well. It was dark, and you understood why they warned you about it being slippery cause the walls were damp and coated in slick rocks and moss as it opened up into the bigger space of their made cave. Link waited for you at the bottom of the ladder, his hands finding your waist as he helped you step off and onto the uneven ground beneath.

You shuffled a few steps away from the ladder, giving enough room for Zelda to stand beside you with the small torch in her hand. Link's hand stayed on your back, his thumb pressing a soft circle where it touched that sent tingles across your skin like the small ripples in the shallow pool of water in front of you.

“Wow” you gasped, looking around. “It's beautiful down here. I can see now why you were so excited for this Zel!”

“I'm so glad you agree! Now that the space is big enough the plan is to build a deck from here out to the…”

“You're beautiful” Link whispered so quietly it was barely audible. You spared him a glance, his eyes holding yours with an almost sad expression before dropping to the ground.

Zelda went on and on about the future plans she holds for the small space the three of you were now standing in. Dramatically throwing her hands around as if she could draw lines in the air to showcase her ideas. You half-heartedly paid attention, heart racing at every small touch from the man beside you.

You knew you would have to leave soon. There was no way you could keep it together for much longer if he kept looking at you the way he was. But the thought saddened you. You didn't want to leave. Not really. You wanted to stay and snuggle up beside him as you fell asleep. To feel his arms wrapped around you and know that in that moment nothing could hurt you.

It felt selfish but damn you really wanted to be selfish for just a few minutes. Just this once.

“It's getting late,” you finally interrupted. “I should probably head back home now but you'll have to let me come see it once it's all finished!”

Zelda went up the ladder first, leaving you and Link alone for a moment. His hand pressed more deliberately against your back, rubbing your spine soothingly. 

“You okay?”

You just nod, eyes on the ladder ahead of you.

“Love what's wrong?”

“I miss you..” you whisper, grabbing onto the ladder to start climbing up. An arm snakes around you, a sturdy chest pressed against your back as your eyes start to feel as wet as your surroundings.

“(Y/n)...”

“We should head up,” You say, cutting him off. “Wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea.”

It was a low thing to say, and you regretted it the moment Link stepped away from you and you started climbing back up. Holding back the few tears that threatened to make their appearance as you hauled yourself up and back onto the soft grassy field.

“Thank you for having me over Zelda, it was a lovely time.” The words feel forced and you can only hope it doesn't sound that way as she gives you a hug.

“Can I walk you home?” Link asks, having followed you up. Part of you wants to insist you're fine, not wanting to draw out the inevitable goodbye. But his eyes are pleading with yours that you couldn't say no to no matter how much you wanted to. 

He doesn't touch you until his house disappears from view. A finger hooking with yours until eventually your whole hand is in his, swinging softly to the pace of your steps. Neither of you speak until you turn down the small path that leads to your small home. 

Link comes to a stop a few feet from your front door, eyes trained on the ground.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, dropping your hand. “You deserve more than this from me.”

“Link-”

“Dont!” He snaps, “I hate this! I hate leaving you and knowing that it's hurting you as much as it hurts me! That I never really know when I'll be able to see you again or that I'm too big of a coward to stand up to some old hag..”

“You are not a coward!” You shouted, grabbing both his hands in yours. “Link you are the farthest thing from that. It's an impossible situation. I knew that going into this and I'll take it if it means I get to keep you close to me! I'm sorry I shouldn't have-”

“No, I'm sorry.” He pulls you to his chest. Arms wrapping around your shoulders, cradling your head to keep you close as his face hides in the top of your head. “I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have stood my ground, I'm so sorry.”

His hold on you was crushing, not that it bothered you. Your face squished to his shoulder, letting you breathe in his scent as you clung back to him. Neither of you moving away from the other as he continues to ramble off apologies. Brushing off any of your attempts to soothe him until he finally falls silent. Dropping his forehead onto your shoulder for a moment before pulling back.

You grabbed his face, smoothing his cheeks playfully that pulled a short huffed laugh from your sweet hero.

“I love you, and I wouldn't trade our time together for anything.” A short peck on the lips before stepping away. “You should go.”

He sighed, pulling you in for one more kiss goodnight. Whispering his love for you that nearly made you pull him inside and never let him leave again. Instead you watch him walk away again, waving goodnight as he glanced back at you over his shoulder one last time.

_________

You rubbed at your temples, tidying up around your shop in a rushed haze. It has been a rough morning and if the pounding in your head was any sign, it likely wouldn't be getting any better.

The door crashed open, banging against the wall that made you shoot a glare in their direction.

“(Y/n)!”

Link ran towards you with a large smile on his face, scooping you up in his arms as he spun you around. Giggling in surprise, you cling to him tightly until your feet are firmly back on the ground. Link is still holding you, his eyes wide with an excitement you haven't seen since his discovery of bomb flowers. He was dressed in a red tunic, the slate at his hip while a sword and shield was strapped to his back.

“Close up shop! I'm headed out and you are gonna come with me!” He said excitedly, pulling you towards the door.

“Seriously!? Okay wait, Link wait I gotta close!” You laughed, quickly pulling away to dash off and put a few things away.

“Hurry up!” He whined impatiently by the door. Practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for you to close up your shop.

The moment the lock clicked into place he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him as he ran down the path through Hateno village. Kids running along beside the two of you while adults stared curiously as you race beneath the village arch and into the woods just beyond.

The next few hours are spent running around copious woods and large grassy fields, scavenging interesting herbs and mushrooms. Steering clear of any known monster camps, but the few bokoblins you do inevitably run into are quickly dispatched of by your partner. Each time earning him a kiss or a few as thanks.

Soon you are making your way back home. Fingers intertwined with his in a leisure stroll. It's the happiest you've felt in a long time, wishing every day could feel just like this.

“I have one more stop I gotta make,” he whispers into your ear, tugging you up towards the hill instead of the path to your house. “Follow me!”

You do, trying to match his quickened pace. Laughing at his renewed enthusiasm. “Where are we going?”

“The pond!”

Sure enough, the two of you were coming up on the large pond where a small raft was waiting at the short wooden dock. Link let go of your hand, carefully stepping halfway onto it to keep it steady as he offered his hand out to you.

“My lady,” he said with a teasing ring to his voice as he bowed slightly. “Care to join me?”

You chuckled, accepting his hand with your nose now high in the air. “Of course My Hero.” You say in a similar manner that makes his face turn pink.

He helps you step on, letting you sit against its single mast before he fully gets on. Un-tying it from the dock, it starts to drift away to the middle of the lake where a singular tree stands alone on a tiny speck of land. It takes a few minutes to reach, letting you admire your surroundings. Fingers dipping into the warm water to flick a few drops over at Link who is trying to steer your little raft. He laughs it off, jumping off to pull the raft onto the grass as he helps you step off.

“Is there something you need here?” You ask, seeing nothing noteworthy about the small area. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in close.

“Right here.”

He scoops you up into his arms, plopping down onto the ground with his back against the tree's trunk. You're sat on his lap, leaning your head on his shoulder as he kisses your forehead. You tilt your face up to his, letting him capture your lips in a gentle kiss that quickly leads to you straddling his hips while his tongue explores your mouth. Hands are gripped tightly to your hips, guiding them to move against him as you both moan and gasp for breath. 

All sense of time is lost. The only thing you know is his touch. Hands sliding up beneath your skirt to grab at your thighs as you tug the long strands of his hair.

“Should we take this back to my place?” You say between moans. “We could-”

“(Y/N)!?!”

It was like the world came to a fault, tipping over the edge before shattering into pieces around you. Your head whipped around to see Zelda standing on the shore close by, her eyes wide and widening even further when she caught a glimpse of the man underneath you.

“Link!? What the hell is going on!?”

The two of you scrambled to your feet, Link immediately pushing you behind him as he waded through water towards her. “Zelda! It's..it's a long story but I promise we can explain!”

You followed after him, both of your lower halves sopping wet by the time you reached her. Her expression was hard to read. Obviously shocked but beyond that you couldn't tell if the look in her eyes was out of sadness or anger.

“How long has this been a thing?” She asked, her voice stern but a bit more calmer.

Link glanced back at you, taking your hand in his with a steadying breath.

“A while.” He admitted. “We've been together since before we took down the calamity.”

“Wait really? So all this time you've been hiding it? Why?”

“We just wanted to figure things out,” you said, stepping a bit closer. But Link scoffed which took Zelda by surprise.

“Impa.” He said bluntly. “We didn't say anything because Impa didn't approve. I'm sorry we should have told you. We..I just got scared that you would agree with her.”

Zelda's expression softened, reaching out to grab Link's other hand. 

“Link, you have always been there for me. You have sacrificed so much for all of us. Do you love her?”

He nods his head, face turning red.

“Then forget what anyone else says! I'm happy for you guys and if anyone says otherwise then I'll be happy to chat with them!”

Link threw his arms around her in a tight hug. “Thanks Zelda. I'm sorry we lied to you.”

She patted his back sympathetically. “It hurts but I get it. Honestly though I'm a bit relieved. It saves me the trouble of trying to get the two of you together!”

Link stepped back and you hooked your arm with his. “What?”

“Oh yeah! Why did you think I invited you to dinner the other night? You two are clearly into each other and now I guess I know why!”

You and Link shared a look before bursting out into laughter. Zelda grabbed each of your hands, pulling you in the direction of the village.

“Now come on! I wanna hear the whole story!”

[bluesgrxce]

Yandere Zelda x Reader x Yandere Impa Headcanons (Age of Calamity)

(Y/N) is 18 since Zelda is 16/17 and Impa is 20. I want to establish that so people don't think anything weird. 

Let's say that you're a servant of the princess like Link, following her around so you can assist her on certain matters. This puts you in the perfect position to be put between both girls. 

When Zelda loves something, she dedicates herself to researching everything about it. You are no exception, especially since you spend plenty of time together. She asks you lots of questions and makes an effort to get to know you better than everyone else. Sometimes it feels like an interrogation, but she brushes it off as simply being curious. 

She's one of those friends that would rather go over to your house instead of hers even though she lives in a gigantic castle. It's just curiosity again, she says, and she loves how much it reminds her of you. Not just because it's literally your house, but because every detail gives away something about you. Maybe you painted the walls your favorite color, or maybe you prefer a certain type of furniture over another. She notices it all and these little details mean so much to her.

She definitely writes about you in her diary. She writes about you as if you're more than just a crush. You're the main character of her life. Everything she finds out from her questionings or analysis of your home goes straight into the diary. So does anything else you say and do around her, or anything she just hears about you doing from others. Anyone who reads it will see that her love for you is unhealthy.  (Link: *disturbed silence*) But the most notable thing is how she talks about you so much that she never has room to discuss other, more stress-inducing topics...

In general, Zelda doesn't discuss the calamity or unlocking her powers or any other duties she has as the princess. Not with you around, at least. Which is saying something because she has to talk to you 24/7. At first you thought it's because she's used to being around Link, but you became skeptical once she started interrogating you. Somehow, though, she finds a way to skip around the very topics that brought you together. 

And when she absolutely cannot avoid it anymore (such as when her father demands an update on her progress) she falls back onto you for support. There's so much pressure on her and you're her coping mechanism. Her distraction. Similar to how she used to intensively study the ancient Sheikah technology so she wouldn't have to focus on unlocking her powers. But that was taken away from her. She can't let you be taken away too or else she'll tear apart at the seams. She tries to hide her desperation by filling her schedule so that she's constantly busy, which means that you are too.

Say you're visiting Kakariko Village to help the residents prepare for the inevitable damage the calamity will inflict on it. If someone (AKA Impa) tries to drag you away from her, she'll immediately reel you back in. Jealousy strikes the moment you're paying more attention to someone else than her. She knows how childish it is, but that doesn't prevent her from manipulating every situation so that you're stuck by her side. If there's ever a moment where she can't control you, that's when she tears apart like promised. And you love her so much that you'll come back to comfort her, right? She knows you will. 

Even though your status is relatively the same as hers, Impa looks up to you. For whatever reason, maybe you're an exceptional fighter or excellent strategist, she thinks you're better than she is. She shows you a higher level of respect than she does to the royal family, just short of bowing to you when you enter the room. But she'll do that too, if you want--! 

She tries hiding her feelings because she thinks having a crush on someone who's essentially her coworker is inappropriate. She knows she's not fooling anyone, however. Not with the way she runs around making everything around you perfect, getting mad at those who "disrespect" you-- which means anyone who doesn't worship you like she does. She'll either force them into shape with threats or steer them away so they can't bother you. 

When people point out her feelings, it makes her blush so wildly that it would put Paya to shame. She really just can't hold herself back, though. You're so valuable to her and in this age of calamity (roll credits) there's no guarantee that you'll live to see a future with her. She believes she has to look out for you.

Impa will be the first to admit how strong you are. But if you show even a bit of weakness, she'll worry that's all it'll take to get you killed once the calamity strikes. She spars with you to help build your skills and though she tries not to go easy on you, she can't bare the idea of you getting hurt. 

She hates it so much that she follows you around when you're alone-- or more accurately, when you think you're alone. She's fast enough to keep up with you, usually stealthy enough to avoid getting caught, and lucid enough to acknowledge how wrong stalking is when she does get caught. But that won't stop her.

Her feelings are most obvious when she's jealous. Her face gets red again and she acts all grumpy, especially if it's over a person she doesn't know well, because her protective side comes out. 

In a bit of irony, the only person Impa truly tolerates being around you is Zelda. She can tell how much she cares about you, so she checks out in the respect aspect. And yet the way the princess looks at you is so... But there's no way she would be interested in you like that! No way! 

Impa lies to herself. Zelda, however, does not. She knows about Impa's crush like everyone else does and it makes her sad more than anything. She has to worry about her own advisor now? Someone she deeply trusted? She feels betrayed and in result, treats her the same awful way she does with Link. Except Impa doesn't tolerate it like he does. Once she prods enough about it, Zelda's emotions will burst, and then there'll be no denying it-- There's competition for your love.

I can't see them working together. Zelda needs your utterly undivided attention and Impa thinks it's unfair that she has to give away yet another thing to the princess. She's already dedicated so much to the royal family! Is it too much to ask to keep you to herself? Still, these girls were close before you came into the picture. They wouldn't consider physical violence against each other unless they were pushed to a breaking point. 

Instead, they sabotage each other's chances with you. Zelda wants Impa out of your circle ASAP and the best way to do that is by getting her demoted. If she's no longer the royal advisor, she can't keep sweeping you off with the excuse: "We need to focus on training! You should too, princess, or else your Highness will find out how much time you've been wasting!" Leading Zelda to frame her for making crucial mistakes or giving faulty advice. 

Impa isn't kidding about getting King Rhoam involved, though. He would never allow his daughter to be involved with romantic affairs in a time like this, so Impa uses this for bargaining. Just give her thirty more minutes alone with you, that's all she's asking! Isn't it worth it to prevent being banned from seeing you altogether?

Neither of them plan to confess to you until the calamity ends. Yes, obsession has nearly driven them to insanity, but they have enough sense to know that you can't be in a relationship while you're busy with preparations for the calamity. But given the way they act around you, being oblivious is impossible. So at this point, confessing isn't about revealing their feelings. It's about claiming you. 

If Zelda's first, she immediately makes arrangements for you to move into the castle. You'll have to when you get married, so why wait? What she doesn't tell you is that leaving the castle without her is not in the question. She keeps you away from her father and the servants whenever possible so you can't ask for help. Impa is the only one who knows you need it, but she just wants to steal you for herself. Saving you is a plus rather than the main objective. Her original intentions of protecting you have become extremely twisted. 

If Impa's first, she invites you to come live in Kakariko Village, so Zelda's influence will have a harder time reaching you. She harrasses you about it until you do and will make up such an awful lie about Zelda that the villagers will never want to let her back in town. But that won't stop Zelda from making up such an awful lie about Impa and the other Sheikah that it'll start a whole new war. Yeah they've both lost it at this point 

The best thing for you is to avoid both of them. That's not easy though, since rejecting the one who asks you out first will resort in your kidnapping. They can just say that you went missing during the calamity and likely died. The other one will be suspicious, of course, but the grief might be enough to override that. You're the only one who can save yourself... If you're up to the challenge. 

I love the AOC developers so much. They made Impa super cute and then they made her Naruto run. I know that's more of a general ninja thing than a Naruto thing, but still. They knew what they were doing with her

[domxmarvel]

5 year celebration-I characters

[askthedarknessandhewillanswer]

Rules

Hello! My name is Helios, give me ideas about what to write!

Will write just about everything, angst, fluff, platonic, romantic. Tropes too.

Smut will not be explicit.

I write "x readers" and very little "character x character" so beware of this.

Specify any details you want, like dissabilities or specific things you want to see. Depending on the ask I'll write either a scenario or headshots (You can specify which you prefer)

Currently only writing for My Hero Academia, The Legend of Zelda(BoTW and AoC), TMNT 2012, Arcane, Demon Slayer, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, and Disney (movies and such)

Send in anything you want! I'll do my best to deliver quality works!

[kirammanswifey]

arcane characters dealing with fetishes x fem!reader (nsfw)

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, sevika, ambessa and vander.

writer's note: this one was a ride. really enjoyed diving into fetishes and blending that with some psychology, gave it a whole different flavor. it was intense and fun to explore. and trust me, i’ve got something even crazier lined up next. stay tuned, it's gonna get real. requests are open ;)

viktor → somnophilia

The first time you did it, Viktor said nothing.

He merely averted his gaze for a second when he noticed your breathing had become deeper, more constant… more fake. It wasn't the first time you'd fallen asleep in the lab, of course. You did it often: long hours of work, mental exhaustion, the constant hum of the hextech devices creating a nearly hypnotic atmosphere. But that night was different. You knew it, and so did he.

Because you had deliberately settled into the chair next to him, with your sweater barely slipping off your shoulders, exposing part of your skin. You had closed your eyes slowly, breathing softly, as if rehearsing the rhythm of sleep… and waited.

You waited for his gaze to settle on you.

Viktor wasn't naive. He had the sharpest mind in all of Piltover, perhaps even in Zaun. He noticed the small patterns: how your body relaxed too quickly. How sometimes you moved restlessly before pretending to sleep, seeking the exact position to leave your legs slightly apart. How, on nights like this, you didn't bother to hide the small shiver that ran down your back when you felt him still watching you.

That night, he took his time to move. The silence in the lab was thick, as if every device knew something was brewing between you.

"Again?" he murmured with his raspy voice, barely a sigh that didn't intend to wake you. A voice laden with a delicious mix of frustration and desire. As if he struggled with the morality that anchored him to sanity, to protocol, to respect… but which cracked when it came to you.

You liked it when he spoke to you like that when you pretended to sleep. It made you feel possessed, devoted. And you knew that he, despite his reservations, couldn't resist that part of you that offered itself without words. That surrendered to him without asking.

The chair creaked when he stood up. You heard the soft tap of his cane, and your body tensed… but only inwardly. On the outside, you remained still, breathing with that measured rhythm you had perfected over the days.

You felt it when he stopped beside you. His warmth. His scent. A slight tremble in your skin when his fingers, calloused from years of inventions and work, grazed the curve of your jaw with a tenderness almost religious.

"You always leave me like this..." he murmured, and though you couldn't see him, you knew he smiled slightly, that expression of his loaded with pain and sweetness. "You don't know the harm you do to me."

But you did. Of course, you did.

Then his fingers moved down. Slow. Exploratory. As if he still couldn't believe he was allowed to touch you like that. As if every inch of your skin was sacred, and at the same time, a forbidden vice he couldn't escape.

His breathing changed when he reached your lips. Not the ones on your face.

"So soft… always so willing."

The touch was light, like a study. Like a new invention that required attention and patience. Sometimes he spoke while doing it, whispering ideas, thoughts, phrases you only half understood. But it ignited you. That way of his to turn passion into science, into something that needed to be understood, dissected… and dominated.

His fingers slid, expert, while you continued pretending to sleep, each of your muscles containing the urge to moan, to open your eyes, to beg him not to stop.

"Do you like it like this?" he said with a hoarse voice, bending to your ear, his breath burning your neck. "Do you like feeling me… when you think I'm not looking at you?"

But he was looking. Always.

The rhythm of his touch became more impatient. Darker. As if everything he contained during the day—the stolen glances, the fleeting touches, the suspended conversations—exploded now that he had you like this, surrendered in your false unconsciousness.

When his lips finally touched yours, it was madness. Moisture against moisture. The visceral sound merged with your increasingly uncontrolled breathing. But you didn't open your eyes. Not yet.

Because he hadn't finished yet.

One of his hands slid towards your chest, gripping it firmly, while his mouth devoured you as if you were the answer to all his failures, his redemption, his only escape. His other hand clutched your thigh, digging his fingers as if he needed to remind himself that you were real. That this was real.

And then, when you couldn't take it anymore, you let out a moan. A subtle one. One you could justify with sleep… but provocative enough to make him lift his head and look at you.

His eyes shone with desire. With hunger. With defeat.

"You're not asleep," he said, as if he had just discovered the greatest secret. But he didn't stop. Not this time.

You remained silent. Waiting.

And he, finally, stopped fighting. He shed his coat, his rumpled shirt, that mask of control that always defined him. He leaned over you, like a fallen angel ready to burn with you.

And you burned.

Once, twice, a thousand times.

Because it wasn't just about sex. It was about contained desire, sick devotion, the tenderness that only found its place in the twilight of that lab. Of two broken minds that needed each other with an urgency that bordered on madness.

And after, when you finally surrendered to real sleep, exhausted, trembling, with your body still drenched in the sin you shared… Viktor hugged you.

As if he didn't want to let you go.

As if he knew that tomorrow you would pretend again.

And he, once more, would fall.

jinx → electrostimulation

There are days when the world simply hurts.

Too much noise. Too much weight. Too many people expecting things from you.

And on those days, there's only one person your steps lead you to without thinking: Jinx.

She receives you as she always does. With an unbalanced laugh, a twisted smile, and that gaze that mixes affection and pure perversion.

"Look who's come looking for therapy!" she sings, spinning around herself, as she drops a wrench on the table. "Mind full of trash again, sweetie-pie? Or are you just here for the tickles?"

You bite your lip and don't respond. Because she already knows.

She always knows.

In a corner of the room, behind dirty curtains, is the table. Painted by hand by herself. Psychedelic colors, doodles, your name written in deformed, shiny letters with spray paint.

And right next to it… the machine.

The beast Jinx created with her own hands. Cables, electrodes, a strange generator humming softly, blinking as if it were alive.

You sit on the table. You lie down. You unbutton your clothes with trembling hands. The air is cold against your skin, but not as cold as the anticipation.

Jinx leans over you, hanging from a pipe with one hand, like a wild child.

"Are you sure you want to play?" she whispers, her face inches from yours. "You know that once I start… I don't know when to stop."

Your voice is barely a thread.

"Yes."

Her laughter is low this time. Almost tender.

"I knew you wouldn't take long to need me again."

Jinx starts placing the electrodes on your naked body. On your thighs. Under your breasts. On your abdomen. One right at the base of your neck. Her fingers are precise. Too soft for someone like her.

Each contact makes you hold your breath.

And then, as always, she leans into your ear and whispers:

"Tell me if it burns."

She activates the machine.

A gentle current runs through your body. Your muscles tense. The tingling is so pleasurable it seems to float between pain and orgasm. Jinx observes with a devotion that's almost scientific.

"You look so pretty like that… all tense, all trembling. My little toy."

She increases the intensity.

Your hips arch. Your legs tremble. The humming of the electricity mixes with your accelerated breathing.

"Do you like that, huh?" she asks with a twisted smile. "Your little body reacting like a broken light."

Your nipples are hard, your body burning from the inside. Each discharge makes you feel more. Want more.

Jinx can't stop looking at you.

"You're like an experiment… that turns me on."

She turns off the machine. The silence is brutal. Your body relaxes suddenly. But the tension doesn't go away.

She crawls between your legs like a hungry cat.

"We're not done, pumpkin… I want to savor every electrified part of you."

Her hands part your legs. Her tongue slides between your folds with a precision and passion that only someone as obsessive as Jinx could have.

And you scream. Because the electricity still vibrates on your skin. Because Jinx knows it. And takes advantage.

Her tongue dances, mischievous, quick, dirty. You feel her moan against you, as if she's eating you with her soul, as if she adores the way you twist, the way you say her name between your teeth.

Your hands cling to the edges of the table. The spray paint digs into your palms. You're sliding in sweat and saliva.

And Jinx, oh, Jinx… doesn't stop.

She watches you while she does it. Her eyes open, shining with pleasure and madness.

"So beautiful…" she whispers against you. "So perfect when you stop thinking."

Her tongue enters. Exits. Surrounds you. Her nose bumps against your clitoris and sucks it, licks it, bites it barely. Destroys you. Elevates you.

You tremble. You beg. You're seconds away.

And then she says it, just before taking you to the edge:

"After this… I want you to be mine forever. Like a battery... that only I can recharge."

The orgasm destroys you.

You scream.

Your back arches like a bow. Your legs close against her head, but Jinx doesn't leave. She licks you while you come. While you convulse. While you cry.

Because that's what she does: she brings chaos to perfection.

When you finally manage to breathe, you feel her lips rise up your stomach, your chest, to your neck.

She snuggles with you on the table, on top of the still warm cables.

"Tomorrow… we do it with fire," she whispers, and gently bites your shoulder.

And you can only smile, half dead, half alive, completely addicted.

vi → stigmatophilia

The lights flickered as they always did in Stillwater. It was a place where time seemed to move slower, where the humidity of the concrete seeped into your skin, and the bars were more than metal: they were part of your body, routine, soul.

Vi was in cell 8516 on the west wing. Always there, always alone, always awake. You knew this because every night you made the rounds in that sector. You were the one who brought her the food tray, who stood in front of her cell for a few seconds longer than necessary, pretending to check the system, making sure everything was under control.

Lie.

You were watching her.

Vi knew it. She felt it. Your gaze wasn't professional. It was hunger. Fascination.

The way her tattoos peeked out from under her white shirt, how her scar split her lip and gave her that invincible look… and those damned piercings. It was a condemnation. One you carried with you every day.

That night, as always, the hallway was empty. The rest of the guards had changed shifts, and you decided to stay a bit longer. Vi was lying on the floor, her hands behind her head, legs stretched out, shirt pulled up to her navel. Exposing everything you knew you shouldn't desire. But you did anyway.

When you passed by her cell, her eyes locked onto yours.

"What's going on, officer? Do you like what you see, or did something fall off around here?"

Her voice was mocking, rough like her reputation. But also curious. That spark of provocation ignited quickly.

You stopped. You hesitated for barely a second. Then you let out a long sigh, as if you'd been carrying it in your chest for weeks. Without saying a word, you reached for your belt and pulled out the keys.

Vi sat up.

"Hey… what are you doing?"

You inserted the key into the lock and turned it. The metal creaking was like a bell announcing that the forbidden had just begun.

The door opened slowly.

Vi didn't stand up, but now she watched you with attention. An eyebrow raised, a twisted smile.

"Are you coming to hit me like your colleagues do? Or are you tired of looking from afar?"

You didn't say anything. You closed the door behind you. A sharp click. Now it was just you and her. The air became thicker. Hotter.

Vi sat up, legs open, elbows resting on her knees. The expression on her face was pure defiance.

"Do you know you could get into trouble for this? Don't you fear what a criminal like me could do to you?"

You took a step closer. Another. You looked at her directly. Not with fear. With that mix of desire and obsession you'd kept hidden for too long.

"I'm not afraid," you said finally, with a low, confident voice, "I have... something else."

Vi tilted her head, amused.

"Oh, yeah? And what is that you have with me, doll?"

Your fingers trembled slightly as you touched the back of her arm, where her tattoos began. You traced them with the tip of your fingers, slow, as if the lines were sacred writings.

"I always look at them," you confessed, not taking your eyes off her skin. "Your tattoos… your scars… your piercings. Everything about you… drives me crazy."

Vi clicked her tongue. "So that was it."

Your fingers moved up to her shoulder, then down to her almost exposed chest. You noticed how her skin trembled under your touch. Vi was tough, yes, but not made of stone.

"I used to wonder what was going on with you. Why you stayed here so long. Now I understand."

You leaned over her, your nose grazing her cheek.

"I couldn't help it," you whispered, "there's something about you… that pulls me in."

Vi let out a low, dark, sensual laugh.

"And now that you're in here… are you going to do something with that, or did you just come to drool over me?"

That was enough.

You knelt between her legs, catching her off guard. Your hands moved up her firm thighs. God, how many times you'd fantasized about her suffocating you with them. Vi leaned back, her hands behind her again, looking down directly at you.

"I didn't know you were so brave," she murmured, running her tongue over her upper lip, right where the scar marked her history.

You unbuttoned her pants. Your eyes didn't leave hers.

"I want to savor you… and touch every mark on your body while I do it."

Vi growled softly. "Then do it, doll. Show me why you've been staring at me like a freak."

Your lips descended with reverence. Your hands rested on her hips, your fingers tracing the edges of her back tattoo. Everything about her was a chaotic work of art, a mix of pain and fury that drew you in like an abyss. And you wanted to dive in without a parachute.

Your tongue began to move with rhythm, exploring every part of her with precision, hunger, and adoration. Vi arched her back, her fingers closing and hitting the concrete wall. Her breathing was irregular.

And you, every time you looked up, found that expression of hers. The raised eyebrow, the piercing shining under the dim light, that look of pleasure that only accentuated her scar… God, it was too much.

"Do you like this, huh?" she murmured, her tone hoarse, controlling herself not to moan louder. "Damn, you're fucking good at this."

You looked at her while you did it. You wanted to see her crumble. You wanted to see Vi — the strong woman, the criminal, the legend of the Undercity — tremble because of you. Because of your mouth. Because of your tongue.

And when she reached her climax, her fingers tangled in your hair, her voice broke in your ear, and you took it all in. All her weight. All her vulnerability. All her strength.

You stayed there for another second, breathing in her scent, her sweat, her story.

Vi sat up with difficulty, her chest still agitated.

"Damn..." she said, passing a hand over her face. "You really know how to eat a pussy, huh?"

You smiled, standing up slowly. She took your wrist before you left.

"Don't go yet," she said, pulling you back to her. "You still haven't touched all my tattoos..."

caitlyn → uniform fetishism

The field looked the same as always.

The wildflowers, the thick trunk of the old tree, the scent of grass freshly dampened by the morning dew. From here, you could see both cities: the elevated grandeur of Piltover, majestic and arrogant; the lurking shadow of Zaun, alive and throbbing like a poorly closed wound.

Your fingers brush the tree’s bark as your heart beats in your chest with a mix of nostalgia and anxiety. You've been avoiding this place for weeks, but today, something pushed you to come back. Maybe because you knew she would be here.

And she was.

"Finally found you," her voice cuts through like a gust of icy wind. Firm, elegant. Unmistakable.

You turn around, and there she is—Caitlyn, clad in her Enforcer uniform. You could almost say she wears it like a second skin. High collar, straps tight around her hips, that deep blue tone that highlights the cold gleam in her eyes. Ever since you first saw it on her, something in you changed.

You take a step back. She frowns.

“Are you going to run away again?” she asks, stepping toward you. “After ignoring me for two months without a word?”

You don’t respond. You can’t.

Your body reacts before your mind does. You turn to walk away, but Caitlyn has always been faster. She grabs your arm with a strength you didn’t know she had, gently pushes you against the trunk. The rough bark against your back contrasts with the warmth now spreading through your chest.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. You can’t meet her gaze.

Caitlyn looks down at your hands, which are trembling.

“You’re shaking,” she says, her tone softening. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

You can’t take it anymore.

Your fingers clutch at the edge of her uniform, and you kiss her.

It’s clumsy at first, like everything that’s been held back too long. Noses bump, lips hesitate—but desire has always been stronger than fear. Caitlyn stays still for a second, surprised… and then kisses you back.

And she kisses you like someone who’s loved you her entire life.

When she pulls away, her eyes are burning. But not with anger.

“Is that why you pulled away?” she asks, breathless. “Because of how you feel about me? You were confused?”

You nod slightly, wordless.

“That’s stupid,” she says with a broken smile. “You could’ve told me. I’ve always loved you. Since we were kids. Since the first time you defended me from that group of boys and put that stupid heart-shaped bandage on my scraped knee.”

You close your eyes. “It wasn’t just that.”

“Then what?”

“It’s your uniform.”

Silence.

“Ever since you started training with the Enforcers… I couldn’t help it. I started having this fixation, this… obsession. I couldn’t look at you without wanting you. Not out of lust, but because your uniform became everything I wanted. The symbol of you. The power. The control. I didn’t know how to handle it, Cait.”

She looks at you with a mix of astonishment and tenderness.

“That’s why you pulled away?”

You nod.

“And you thought I wouldn’t understand?” Caitlyn leans in closer. “You were wrong. I won’t let you deal with this alone. I’ll help you. You don’t have to repress anything anymore. You have me.”

The kiss she gives you now is deeper. More resolute. Her fingers grip your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes.

“From now on… you obey me,” she says in a low tone. “Understood?”

You nod. The heat between your legs becomes impossible to ignore.

“Say it,” she demands.

“Yes… Commander.”

Her eyes narrow with delight. “That’s more like it.”

Her hands glide slowly down your waist, skilled and assured. She opens your blouse without rush, as if she were inspecting a crime scene. Each button undone is a sentence. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air, and your nipples react instantly. Caitlyn says nothing. She only watches. Controls.

“You look beautiful like this,” she murmurs, lowering slightly to trap one of your nipples between her lips. You moan, arching your back. Her fingers, meanwhile, slip beneath your skirt, searching, exploring.

“You’re not wearing underwear…”

“I’ve been thinking about you since I woke up,” you confess without shame.

“Such a sweet girl.”

Her fingers stroke the wetness between your thighs, soft at first. Then firmer. One finger slips inside, slow, curling just where you melt. Then another. You cling to her shoulders as your body trembles with pleasure.

“Are you going to come just from my uniform?” she whispers in your ear, her fingers pumping in and out of you, wet, perfect.

“Yes, Commander…”

“Then do it.”

Your body obeys before your mind. You come around her fingers, moaning into her neck, legs shaking, lips whispering her name.

Caitlyn holds you, strokes you, doesn’t let go.

“You don’t have to be afraid of who you are. You have all of me. Not just as a friend. Not just as a lover.”

Slowly, she pulls her fingers out of you and brings them to her lips.

“Now you belong to me.”

And you… don’t want to belong to anyone else.

jayce → spectrophilia

The door closes with a soft click behind him. Jayce enters your home like he’s done it a thousand times, as if his body remembers the path to you better than his mind. His coat is still on, but his tie hangs loose, and his jaw is tight as he sets his keys down on the entry table.

He’s stressed. You notice it instantly.

And yet, as always… his eyes search for you.

No words are exchanged. None are needed.

You turn and walk toward the bedroom. He follows. He always does. And you… you make sure he does.

When you enter, you see it in his face. That subtle shift. That mix of need and devotion. Of surrender and desire.

The room is your paradise. Walls lined with mirrors, reflecting every angle. A single bed in the center: dark sheets, pillows scattered. It's an altar to the forbidden. A stage for your most specific craving.

Jayce closes the door behind you. Still silent. He just watches you, his brow furrowed slightly with the weight of his day. You face him with a half-smile.

And then… he kneels before you.

His hands, firm and sure, begin to unbutton your blouse with a tenderness that almost hurts. There's no rush in his fingers, only purpose. He looks at each button he frees like he’s peeling away sacred truth. When your blouse falls to the floor, his fingers trail your waist, slide up your back, unfasten your bra. He lets it slip down your arms, picks it up… and sets it aside with silent reverence.

“I want you to look at yourself,” he says softly, his voice rough with restrained desire. “Look. See what I see.”

You obey.

The mirror in front of you reflects your half-naked body, skin flushed under the warm light. Jayce stands behind you—imposing, tall, strong—with his hands still on your waist. His lips graze your neck, barely touching. And you… you watch yourself shiver in your own reflection.

“You see that?” he whispers. “Every part of you… perfect. Every curve, every shadow.”

His right hand moves to the clasp of your pants, unfastens them, slides them slowly down your hips. Then your panties. Leaving you exposed, completely bare, under the gaze of every mirror. Under his.

Jayce pauses, just watching you.

“You’re my downfall,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing the inside of your thighs. “And you don’t even want to be mine.”

The confession slips out like a breath full of ache. But you don’t answer. You can’t. You don’t know if you want him, or just this. This moment. This act.

He accepts it.

He always does.

Jayce removes his shirt slowly, revealing that sculpted torso you’ve touched so many times. Then his pants. He lets them fall to the floor, and when he finally joins you in the bed, he does so like a man stepping into a temple. His temple. To worship you. His goddess.

He lays you on your back, but your gaze stays fixed on the mirror. He positions himself over you, one hand on your hip, the other caressing your face.

“I want you to see everything,” he says. “I want you to watch yourself come.”

And then he kisses you.

Slow at first. Desperate soon after. His tongue plunges into your mouth like he’s trying to steal the air from your lungs. And you… you let him. You give yourself to him, as you always do. With your body. Never your heart.

Jayce enters you with a stifled groan, his forehead pressed to yours for a moment before he starts to move. His hips grind into you with force, with rhythm. Each thrust pulls a moan from you that bounces off the mirrors and comes back louder. You exist in all your reflections: you being taken, you watching, you savoring the moment.

His hand grips your thigh, lifting it, driving deeper. “Look,” he growls, his lips against your ear. “Look at how I have you. How you take me.”

And you do.

You see yourself shudder. You see yourself moan. You see yourself alive.

Jayce never stops praising you. “You’re beautiful. You’re made for this. For me. Look at yourself. God, just look at yourself.”

When you arch beneath him, when his name escapes your lips, when the orgasm rips through you like a crashing wave, it all reflects. You see yourself tremble, scream, surrender.

And Jayce… Jayce follows seconds later, his body collapsing onto yours, his breath hot against your neck. He stays inside you a moment longer, as if that’s the only place he wants to be.

But when he pulls out, when he covers you with the sheet and lies silently beside you, you know the truth.

You gave him nothing you can’t take back.

He loves you.

And you… you only love the mirrors.

ekko → chirophelia

The soft hum of gears and metallic clicks guides you through the hallways of the workshop. It smells of oil, hot metal, and that characteristic scent you always associate with him. You see him before he sees you: Ekko, leaning over a table full of mechanical parts, his arms tense, his gaze focused, his skilled fingers manipulating tiny components with a dexterity that leaves you breathless.

You lean against the doorframe, not announcing yourself yet. Your eyes are fixed on his hands, on how he turns a small wrench with precision, on how each of his movements seems almost choreographed. He knows it. Of course, he knows it.

"You know I like it when you watch me... but you're taking too long to greet me." His voice is smooth, deep, loaded with that playful tone he only uses with you.

You approach, still with adrenaline buzzing in your blood from the mission. He stands up, and the first thing he does is examine you, from head to toe, without subtlety. His gaze stops at a slight cut on your eyebrow. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. It's enough for him to look at you like that for you to feel how the air thickens between you.

"How was it?" he asks while sitting on the table, letting his legs dangle. "The mission. Tell me everything."

You start talking, but it's hard to keep a straight line. His hands continue moving, playing with a tool you don't need to identify. It doesn't matter what it is. What matters is how he holds it. How his long, firm fingers turn the object. How the muscles in his forearms tense and relax with each turn.

"Are you going to tell me or are you going to keep checking out my hands?" His smile is slow, sly, dangerous. The tone of his voice disarms any attempt at a logical response. You bite your lip, knowing he's provoking you.

He drops the tool on the table and runs his hand through the back of his neck, stretching his arms with every intention in the world. The movement lifts his shirt slightly, revealing skin. Heat. Strength.

"Come on," he says, leaning towards you. "You can touch them now."

You approach. Your hands tremble slightly, but he doesn't move, waiting for you, offering himself without words. You take one of his hands with both of yours, and your breathing becomes heavier instantly. You run your fingers over it, from the nails to the wrists. They feel rough, warm, alive. You lean in and bring his palms to your face, caressing yourself with them, absorbing the scent of metal and smoke. You lose yourself in them as if they were a secret sanctuary.

He doesn't say anything. He just watches you. Your eyes meet his for a second, and you see something dark, lit, expectant.

Slowly, you place his hand on your chest, and guide it without speaking. He doesn't resist. His fingers move instinctively, as if they knew you better than you know yourself. His large hands cover your skin as if molding it. Your body reacts with a wave of heat that makes you moan, barely audible.

You lean over him, your forehead against his chest, and take his other hand. This time you bring it lower, trembling. He lets it rest where you need it, calmly, with intention, without breaking eye contact.

"Like this?" he whispers, as if he didn't know perfectly well what he's doing. "Is this what you wanted?"

You nod, panting, trapped between pleasure and vulnerability, between need and desire.

His hands move with a devastating softness, as if each caress had the power to make you lose your balance. And they do. You break between his fingers, with your forehead on his shoulder, your lips trembling with his name.

When you finally collapse against him, exhausted and trembling, he wraps his arms around you, pressing you against his body.

"You have to stop looking at me like that when I work," he says with a husky laugh, kissing your neck. "You're going to make me stop being productive."

You lift your head, still breathless. "Thanks..."

He looks at you, those bright eyes full of affection and danger. "Anytime," he responds with a slow smile before trapping you in a kiss that tastes like love.

silco → bondage

The air in Silco's office always smells of power. Dark tobacco, aged whiskey... and today, also of you.

You're on his desk, naked except for the masterpiece of ropes that envelops your body like a delicate altar to desire. Each knot has been placed with care, following the curves of your skin with artistic precision. Your arms are tied above your head, wrists crossed, and your thighs are held firmly, keeping you open, vulnerable, surrendered.

But there's no fear. Only that live tension that blooms in your chest when you see him there, sitting in his chair, contemplating you as if you were something precious. Something his.

Silco exhales a puff of smoke, his eyes half-closed. His pupils, uneven due to the effect of the drug still marking his face, scan you with a slowness that shivers. The scar above his eye blinks to the rhythm of his breathing. And you... contain yours.

"I could get used to this," he murmurs, resting an elbow on the arm of the chair. "The silence. Your obedience. The exquisite form... trapped just as I like it."

Your body burns under his voice. Each of his words is a silent order for you to feel smaller, more his, more desperate.

Silco rises without haste, as if he had all the time in the world to savor you. He crosses the room, picks up a glass of liquor, and stops beside the table. Next to you. He observes you from above, and for a moment, that's enough to make you tremble against the ropes.

"There are no distractions here," he says softly, lowering the glass to your belly. "Just you... a feast waiting to be unwrapped."

Then you see it. The small bowl with thick cream that he leaves beside you. The strawberries, the mango pieces, the figs cut with precision. You don't know when he brought them, but you understand that this has been planned. Like everything he does.

Silco picks up some of the cream with his fingers and slowly spreads it over one of your breasts. Your skin shivers with the contact, and the contrast of the cold against your internal heat is unbearably delicious.

"Pleasures... like discipline... are best served slowly," he whispers as he slides the tip of his thumb over your nipple, spreading the cream. "I learned that long before I had power."

His lips touch your skin seconds later. Slow, soft, sipping, tasting. His eyes never leave yours. He licks. Sucks. Leaves a barely perceptible bite.

The sound that escapes your throat is involuntary. He savors it as if it were a confession.

The fruit comes next. A piece of mango on your stomach, which he picks up with his tongue after letting it drip. His teeth barely graze your skin. He licks just below your navel.

Your body arches, limited by the ropes, and that makes him smile.

"It's curious... how the forbidden increases desire," he says, picking up more cream, now bringing it to your clavicle. "You're defenseless... and yet you beg without words."

You look at him, your eyes shining. You know he can see what's inside you: the hunger. The devotion. The complete surrender.

"Do you want to please me?" he asks, his voice lower now, like a contained thunder.

You nod.

But that's not enough.

"Say it."

"I want to please you."

Silco moistens his lips. "Good."

And then it happens. He takes a step back. He sits on the edge of the table, right in front of you. With a gesture almost lazy, he unzips his pants. His gaze doesn't leave yours while he adjusts himself, elegant even in the crudeness of the act.

"So do it. But be careful..." he says, placing a hand on your head. "Each of your movements... is part of the art."

You lean in as best you can, limited by the ropes, and that only intensifies the feeling of submission. Your lips brush against his skin. Your eyes look at him, surrendered, hungry. He barely groans when he takes you by the hair, guiding you slowly.

"That's it," he murmurs between his teeth. "There's no heaven more perfect... than your mouth when it knows how to obey."

And you, completely lost, think that there's no hell sweeter than the one he offers you.

sevika → hemophilia

The kitchen of your residence in Piltover was a temple of marble and gleaming steel, immaculate… until Sevika showed up. The door slammed shut behind her, her steps echoing loudly across the polished floor. Her jacket hung open, muscles defined by the shadows, and her eyes locked on you like a predator savoring the moment before striking.

She didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Between you two, words were always unnecessary.

You leaned against the kitchen island, the cold marble contrasting with your heated skin, expectant. You were still wearing the gloves from receiving the shipment. The exchange had been brief, professional. But your glances… that had been a different story.

Sevika approached slowly, her mechanical arm glinting under the white light. You let her look you over with that crooked smirk she always gave you when she knew you were about to do something dangerous. And you did. You slipped off the gloves and let them fall to the floor with a slow, deliberate motion. Then you unbuttoned the collar of your blouse, revealing a trace of skin that made Sevika scowl, holding herself back.

"Still playing with fire," she muttered, her voice rough as gravel, so close you could feel her breath brushing your jaw.

"And you keep coming back," you replied without moving. "I guess you like getting burned."

Sevika’s deep, guttural laugh filled the room just before her hand — the flesh one, hot and firm — grabbed your waist with force. She lifted you, literally, and sat you on the island. The liquor bottles on the shelf rattled with the motion. Her lips claimed yours in a violent, rough kiss, charged with a primal need that you met with your fingers gripping the back of her neck, nails digging in exactly where you knew it hurt.

The knife was her idea.

She pulled it from her belt — not just any knife, but a sharp, curved, dangerous one — and ran it along your collarbone, not to hurt, but to scare. To arouse. The blade grazed your skin and a soft laugh escaped your lips.

"You’re insane," she growled.

"And that’s why you stay?"

"No. I stay because I guess I’m just as fucked up."

Sevika pressed the blade just enough for a thin line to open on your skin. A drop of blood rolled down your chest as she followed it with her eyes — and then with her tongue. You moaned, caught between the cold marble and the searing heat of her mouth. Her tongue moved downward with cruel slowness, licking the blood, claiming it.

"You taste like danger," she murmured.

You got rid of your blouse, opened yourself to her, entirely hers. Sevika yanked at your skirt with impatient clumsiness, leaving wet kisses over every mark, every red trail that adorned your skin. Her breathing was ragged, and all you could do was cling to the edge of the marble while her mouth descended.

She bit your thigh, hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out through gritted teeth, your legs trembling, and Sevika smiled with blood-stained lips.

"You like that?" she teased, watching your cheeks flush.

"More than I should."

She didn’t answer. She lowered her head and this time, there was no bite. Only her tongue. Her mouth. Her strength between your thighs, devouring you with primal hunger. Your hands tangled in her short hair, desperate.

When you were finished, still trembling, she rose with her mouth wet, face smeared, eyes ablaze.

"Want a taste? You’re especially sweet today," she said bluntly.

"Come here," you replied, still breathless, still unable to move.

She leaned in and licked the last drop from your collarbone. Then she kissed you — long and deep — sharing the metallic taste between you both. She tasted like war, like sin, like an addiction you could never quit.

And you kissed her back with a mouth full of blood, smiling through your teeth.

ambessa → BDSM

The room Ambessa Medarda has reserved has no windows. She doesn’t need them. The controlled darkness, the warm glow of candles placed with precision on wrought iron candelabras, and the soft sound of tense string music create the perfect setting for what you’re about to experience.

You knew what you were walking into when you saw her walk through the door weeks ago, with that regal bearing and a tone of voice that doesn’t accept answers. You’re used to dealing with powerful people… but not like her. What’s in her eyes isn’t simple authority: it’s hunger, a desire to dominate, to see how much you can take before you break. And you, with your body marked by the pleasure of pain, with your deep need to obey and submit, were chosen by her as an extension of her power.

Now you're naked before her, on your knees, back straight, your mouth filled by a red leather gag strapped tightly behind your head. The taste of metal fills your mouth. Your hands are bound behind you with thick rope, your wrists burned from the friction of previous sessions, and across your skin are traces of dried wax, remnants of past games. Ambessa is seated in a high-backed chair, sipping wine as if she were at a trivial soirée. Her black boots gleam in the firelight, and her legs are crossed, relaxed, dangerously elegant.

“You’ve learned to stay quiet,” she says in a deep voice, like a knife slowly slicing through the fabric of the air. She sets her glass aside and rises. The silhouette of her body beneath that leather corset makes you feel even more vulnerable. Her physical strength is palpable, and every time she approaches, your breathing grows more shallow.

She circles you slowly, inspecting you like freshly brought prey at her feet.

“You haven’t forgotten your place,” she whispers as she leans in and picks up one of the lit candles.

The heat starts before the wax falls. The anticipation is a delicious torture. And then… a drop lands on your collarbone. It burns. Another stream, longer, slides down your chest to reach your nipple, making you moan against the gag, arching your back.

Ambessa smiles. “Ah… there she is. My little masochist.”

Another drop. And another. Now over your abdomen, your thighs, your breasts. The pain is sharp, searing, exquisite. And the way she looks at you… as if every tremor was a symphony composed for her pleasure.

She sets the candle aside and pulls out her braided leather whip. She drags it slowly over your red-marked skin, provoking a shiver.

“Are you ready to bleed for me today?” she asks, though she expects no answer. She doesn’t need one. The trembling of your legs, the tension in your body, the quiver in your breath are enough.

The first strike is not gentle. It’s no warning. It’s an affirmation. Cruel and precise. The whip cuts through the air and lands on your back. The sound is beautiful. The immediate sting, even more.

Once. Twice. Three times. Each blow makes your bones vibrate. The gag catches your screams. Tears gather in your eyes, not from regret, but from that painful joy only she can give you.

Ambessa approaches again, caressing the new marks with her gloved hand. She makes you turn on your knees to face her. “You’re trembling, girl. Tell me, how much more do you need to feel alive?” she murmurs, caressing your jaw.

She picks up another candle and lets it drip onto your spread thighs, one drop landing dangerously close to your already wet center. The pain mingles with raw need. You writhe in desperation, and she notices.

“You’re so wet you can barely think, huh?” she says with a harsh laugh. “Pleasure tends to cloud judgment, but in your case it makes you pathetically stupid. And I must admit, I quite enjoy that.”

She removes the gag slowly and lets it fall to the floor.

“Do you have something to say?” she asks, leaning in just inches from your face.

“Thank you… ma’am,” you reply, panting, your voice hoarse and broken.

That excites her even more.

She makes you lean forward, cheek against the floor, knees apart. Your buttocks are exposed, red and glistening from the blows. And then, you feel the touch of her fingers between your legs. A brief touch. She strokes your wetness with the precision of someone who’s dismantled bodies in war.

“You have no right to come yet,” she says cruelly. “Only when I say so.”

She whips you once more, while her fingers continue exploring you mercilessly. Your entire body trembles between need, fire, and exquisite pain. Your lips gasp for air, your soul seeks to shatter. You’re on the edge of submission, and Ambessa knows it.

Finally, she grabs you by the hair and lifts your head so you can look into her eyes. Her face is that of an unholy goddess.

“Beg. Moan. Break for me.”

And you do.

You break.

And in that moment, when she gives permission, your orgasm comes like a fierce explosion. Ambessa holds you with strength and pride, as if she had forged you with her own hands.

vander → olfactophilia

The bar smelled of old wood, stale beer, and sweat. The last lights of the day filtered through the grimy windows. Laughter and voices had gradually faded away until they were gone completely. Only the distant echoes of footsteps in the alley remained, and the sound of a damp rag sliding over the counter.

Vander had his back to you, drying glasses with his large, calloused hands. His shirt was soaked, clinging to his broad, powerful back, marked by the sweat of a day spent serving drinks, hauling barrels, and solving problems. Heat radiated from his body, filling the air around him with something… deeply masculine. Real. Raw.

You leaned against the doorway without saying a word, watching him in silence. You always came when everyone else had already left, when it was just him and that unmistakable scent that made you lose control.

"Hello, little stalker," he said without turning around, a barely-there smile in his rough voice. He set the glass down on the bar and finally turned, resting both arms on the surface. His armpits were dark with sweat, his chest rising and falling slowly.

You stepped closer without replying, your pulse quickening. The smell wrapped around you with just a couple more steps. It was wild, strong, but warm. You hugged him tightly, burying your nose in his neck first, then lower, pressing your face into the damp fabric beneath his arm.

"How many days has it been since you last bathed?" you asked, caught in a trance that made you slow, as if drugged.

Vander laughed with that deep, rough voice that always made you tremble. "Three days."

"Fuck, you’re going to drive me insane."

"It’s not like I do it on purpose. Maybe I just don’t have time, you know?" he joked, wrapping one arm around you and letting you lose yourself in him.

"Don’t lie. Of course you do it on purpose. You... knew I’d come," you murmured, unable to stop the moan that slipped from your lips as your face pressed harder into his hot, sweaty armpit. His shirt was wet, and every breath you took was a direct jolt to your core. You shuddered.

"The kids aren’t here, right?" you asked, voice low and husky, almost panting.

"They’re at Benzo’s shop. They won’t be back for a few hours," he replied, his hand slowly sliding down your back, resting firmly on your waist—strong, protective… but waiting.

Then you said it without shame, your gaze lit with hunger: “Good. Because now you’re going to fuck me.”

You hopped up onto the counter with an agility you didn’t even know you had, and he followed with eyes burning somewhere between amusement and hunger. He approached slowly, his steps echoing against the hollow wood. His hands went straight to your thighs, parting them with a confidence that made you gasp.

"You know I could leave you like this. Just to watch you squirm a little more…" he murmured, his deep voice and beard grazing the skin of your thigh as he leaned in.

"Do it. But don’t take too long…" you whispered, lost in his scent, his strength, his overwhelming presence.

His fingers found the soaked fabric between your legs and he growled into your ear. "Fuck… you’re dripping just from smelling me."

"It always happens with you."

Vander didn’t need to play at being gentle. His was the honest kind of passion—intense. When his hands gripped you firmly, when he lifted you just enough to place you exactly where he wanted on the bar, the world stopped.

The rest was all skin, ragged breathing, the smell of sweat, of wood, of desire repressed for days. His lips explored your neck, and his hands—rough and warm—left no place untouched. You could only moan, clinging to his broad shoulders as he made you disappear into that overwhelming heat only he could give you.

And when you finally came undone, trembling, gasping his name, you felt his lips at your ear whisper:

“Good girl.”

You stayed there for a while, on the counter, still shaking. Vander wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, and you simply breathed together. He didn’t say much else—because he didn’t need to. His presence was enough.

And you knew you’d come back. Every night. For that heat, that scent, for him.

[sometimeslwish]

BURNING IN DESIRE (You Belong With To Me) [ao3]

MY VERY FIRST CALEB FIC, BABYYYY, LET'SSSS FUCKING GOOOOOOO. Guys, this is sitting at 3.4k words, I've never written this much before in my life. ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜@comatosebunny09 thank you so much for encouraging me as I wrote, and for the small help with the tags. I don't think I would've finished it without your encouragement.

Tags: Caleb x you, Caleb x f!reader, reader is mc, slightly dub-con (if you squint? Idk, feel free to correct me about that tag in the comments), bold mc, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, switchy switch? this was self indulgent as fuuck, degradation (whore, slut) and also praise, Caleb being a meanie by edging you once, possessiveness, petnames (pipsqueak, princess, baby) light choking (both m! and f!receiving)

I'd recommend listening to the following songs:

Bones – Wens | You – Greta Isaac | Anywhere you want – BB Cooper | PRETTY PLEASE & RUNRUNRUN – Dutch Melrose | BURNING IN DESIRE – Chris Grey

You don't bother putting any clothes on before leaving your room. 

Caleb is the only thing in your mind as you make your way through his place. He's been the only thing in your mind in these past few weeks, and you're starting to fray at the edges, wanting more and more each time you meet. You can tell he does too, he's been doing a shity job at hiding it and it's making it harder for you to pretend like you don't want him. Like you're not as crazy and dependant on him as he's crazy and overprotective of you.

The lights are off when you get in his room, with only the moonlight coming through the windows as you slip into his bed. His arms wrap around you the moment you settle beside him, years of habits driving him in autopilot. The fabric of his clothes rub against your body and they almost pull a moan from you, it forces you to bite your lip to stay quiet. There are whispers in your bones, chatter in your veins, and all of it pertains to the man holding you in his arms.

"Nightmare?" His voice is hoarse, deeper from the sleep and you revel in the way it travels deep into your core. You simply hum in response, burying your face in his neck before nodding. Gods he smelled so good, it was really a wonder how you managed to not jump his bones sooner. 

All the times playing girlfriend so other girls would stay back, when he would hug your waist and pull you closer, his voice close to your ear, always a turn of your head away from kissing him. Or when he'd simply carry you when you were being too stubborn, using his evol to pull you towards him before holding you in his arms. Letting go each time was harder than the last; you wanted to swaddle yourself in his scent, burrow under his skin and hide there forever, where no one else could reach but him. But it was alright now, you were going to get what you wanted no matter what. 

It doesn't take him long to register your lack of clothes– or lack of a shirt and bra, from his perspective. His hand sweeps down your back and stops at your waist before coming back up. You feel him tense up and you can't help the small smirk that takes over your lips. He calls your name as he sits up, "Are you–" you grumble softly before leaving your hiding spot and leaving his warmth. You sit up with him, blanket sliding down your body as you use an arm to keep yourself up. The moonlight behind you outlines your body and it makes you look like a dream, an enchantress. 

"It's okay," you whisper, staring into his eyes. His expression looks troubled, like he doesn't know whether to be elated or not, restraint written all over his features as he stares into your eyes. It's okay, really, and you'll help him see that. 

"You can look," you brush his hair away from his eyes, before caressing his cheek, a subtle way of making sure he won't look away from you. "You can touch too" You add, before taking one of his hands and nuzzling your face into his palm. His breath hitches when you kiss it, but he makes no other move. Your insides twist with impatience, and you have to hold yourself back from clenching your thighs as the pool of desire turns deeper. 

"Want me to guide you?" You move his hand down, stopping at your neck for a few seconds. You tilt your head to expose it, shivering at the warmth and the texture of the callouses in his hand. 

"You can leave marks here, bites too," you smile, breathless as you push his hand against your collarbone. His eyes follow the path you're drawing on your body and he gulps. 

Finally, finally you have him where you want him, where you need him. You're going to enjoy every second of it. 

You move his hand lower, and you make him cup your breast, "You can play with my tits," there's a slight twitch to his fingers and you grin, another wall down. 

"Grab my waist and squeeze to keep me in place," you go lower, pressing his hand to emulate a firmer grip. He's more responsive then, hand a little lighter and fingers less stiff. He shifts closer and you move his hand lower.

"You can mark me up anywhere, really, I wouldn't mind" you lean towards him and pull his arm, you stop looking at his face to look at your legs as you make him caress your thigh. His hands are so big that they make yours look smaller. As you stare at the goosebumps his fingers left in their wake, the fire in your bones burns brighter. You've wondered many times how his fingers would feel inside, how far they would reach, and tonight you'll get to feel it.

"Pipsqueak–" whatever he was going to say gets lost in the night as you move his hand between your legs, making him cup your mound. You can feel yourself dripping, wetter than you've ever been, and that only fuels the fire even more.

You look back at his eyes as you push two of his fingers between your folds and into your clit. You don't hold back your moan then, grinding your hips on his hand. It feels so good, better than you imagined, and you make sure to tell him so. There's a pained look on his face, and it makes you smile. 

Break for me, baby, I'll patch you back up.

His breathing is heavy, strained, it stutters to a stop when you guide his fingers to your entrance. You're forced to open your legs, bending a knee to accommodate and allow better access. 

"Can't you feel how wet I am for you? How much I want it?" It's a little hard to push his fingers inside, considering the position he's in, but the sweet feeling of his fingers being inside you makes up for it. You hold his hand there as you move your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers, and it feels a little humiliating to do everything yourself while he's quiet, but you're too gone to care. If anything, it makes the hunger worse, he's letting you use him. His hand is completely still, fingers straightened as he watches you. 

You bite your lip and raise a hand, you trail a soft caress from his chest to his neck, where you pull him closer to you. He's pliant in your hands, following your every lead as you make him look at you. When he looks into your eyes, you can see more cracks forming; you can see the lust, the love, the devotion. His beautiful purple eyes turning darker.

"I need it, Caleb, need you." You rub your nose against his before kissing the corner of his mouth, softly biting his bottom lip after "Don't you wanna make me yours?" 

That's all it takes for him to finally break. 

His fingers curl inside you the moment his lips are on yours, and you moan against his mouth. A high pitched sound that he greedily swallows down as he pushes you into the mattress. It takes no time for the kiss to deepen, for him to leave bites and marks on your neck as he fingers you, leaving you scrambling and gasping for air. 

"This what you want?" The pace he sets is relentless, and you can barely keep your eyes open as you nod, biting your lip as you squirm under him, legs open for him to settle between. "Answer me."

"Yes! Fuck, pleease, yes!" Your hands go to his hair, and you feel him chuckle against your collarbone before biting the skin there. You whimper when he tongues every indent left by his teeth, and shiver at the predatory look on his eyes. His fingers take no time finding the spot inside of you that makes you see stars, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. 

"Look at you, so eager for me," you whimper when he licks one of your nipples, his free hand stimulating the other. He nibbles softly on it before suckling, timing his movements with each time his fingers pressed into you. He groans before switching to the other one, leaving a trail of saliva and bite marks as he went. There's the sound of squelching and you can't bring yourself to feel embarrassed about anything at all, not even bothering to hide your desperation.

"Caleb," you moan, arching into his touch, "feels so good, please don't stop, please." 

"How am I supposed to say no when you call out for me like that?" He murmurs, but there's something hidden in his voice, you'd be able to pay more attention to it if he wasn’t trying to finger you senseless. He shushes you, kissing you gently, the contrast making you warm inside. He whispers sweet encouragement to you as you near the edge, makes you believe he won't stop, only to leave you gasping for air when he pulls away completely. 

"Why?" You whine, chasing after him only to be weighed down by his evol. You whine again, feeling completely betrayed and empty, your pussy clenching around nothing. In this current predicament, you're not even allowed to reach the edge by yourself, since your hands are pinned to the bed. You can't even stay mad, it's hot, it turns you on and you've never wanted him so badly in your life. 

"You're so mean," He doesn't answer, ignores the pitiful look you give him and simply makes you stare as he undresses like he has all the time in the world. You sigh, all the real estate skin you could be touching and marking right now and he's being a big fucking meanie. Your mouth goes dry when his boxers are finally off. You knew it was big, you'd felt it against your thigh and caught glimpses of it before, it still didn't stop the delighted chill that went through your body.

You look up when you hear him snicker, frowning as he grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him "You're so desperate, it's adorable," there's a mocking edge to his voice, and you're surprised with how it makes you flush. It's embarrassing, but at the same time so hot. The conflicting emotions swirl inside of you, mixing into an addicting concoction that throws you into a haze.

"Nu-uh, look at me, princess." He grabs your chin with his free hand, "Keep your pretty eyes on me, 'kay?"

"Okay," he kisses you as a reward, keeps it from getting deeper in a way that makes you want for more.

"Atta girl, you're a fast learner," he praises and the hand that held your ankle trails up your leg, touch reverent and light, making you shiver with goosebumps. He spreads your legs open and taps his cock against you clit, groaning softly before grinding against your folds. His hips move slowly as he teases you, the head of his cock catching against the bundle of nerves. His hands roam your body, the same way as before, and you can't help seeking his hands with yours as you arch into his touch. Your eyes close, and he must be feeling generous because he says nothing about it.

"So beautiful," you hear him whisper, one of his hands trails upwards and stops at your neck for a brief second, lightly squeezing your pulse points before carrying on. You open your eyes when he caresses you cheek, his are already staring at you, and the look of utter devotion and wonder in them squeezes your heart. You hold his wrist when you nuzzle his palm, and you lick at his thumb when it caresses your bottom lip, all while staring into his eyes. The look in his eyes turns dark, and it makes you bolder, more greedy. You part your mouth and suck his thumb, your tongue swirls around the pad of it as if it was the tip of his cock.

"Who knew you could be such a slut," you moan at his harsh words and grind harder against his cock. You're close, awfully close, it's the fastest you've ever gotten to the edge.

"Oh, you like that? Like being called a whore?" He chuckles, pulling his hand away and using his thumb to draw teasing circles on your clit. "You're so filthy, baby" he tuts. You wrap your legs around his waist and yank him foward. It happens so fast that he loses his balance, and just like that, he slips inside and you come from the stretch alone, moaning his name as your orgasm wrecks its way through your body like an earthquake.

"You– shit, you're squeezing so tight. Did you just come, baby? Just from that?" You moan and nod, grinding yourself into overstimulation on his cock. You pull him closer and hiss at the feeling of the cold metal of his dog tags on your chest, but you ignore it in favor of kissing him. He's forced to prop an elbow beside your head so he doesn't crush you with his weight –not that you'd mind anyways, you've imagined him restraining you or putting you in a mating press so many times now that you can't even keep track.

"Sneaky little minx," he bites at your jaw and you pull him closer, wanting the warmth of his skin against yours. He hoists you up and crawls into bed with you in his arms, and you squeal when the angle and movement shoves him even deeper inside, "So needy, coming from just my cock."

He lays you down gently, using one of his pillows to put under your lower back. Your giggle turns into a moan when he gives an experimental thrust and your back arches off the bed. His movements start gentle, making sure you're completely used to his cock before he hooks your knees on his elbows and holds you in a mating press while fucking you. It's a harsh pace, and you can barely keep your eyes straight as he continues to burry himself inside of you, hitting all the good spots.

"Mhm, 'm such a- ah, whore, aren't I?" You bite your lip as you smile, clinging to his biceps and digging your nails into his skin. The pain makes him groan and, being as ceroed in on his cock as you are, you feel him twitch, "Just a little cock hungry slut." Your smile is crooked, with edges where they shouldn't be and dazed eyes that barely focus.

You grab at his necklace, hold the dog tags between your fingers and pull. It's his turn to shiver as he pays attention to the look in your eyes. It’s hungry, just as dark as his, if not more "But only for yours," you raise the same hand to hold his neck, tags held against his adam apple. You don't squeeze, but you do press at his pulse with your thumb. You feel him twitch inside you and your grin turns sharper. Your arms wrap around his shoulders like a snake on a hawk, and he's got no other option but to adapt to the position while fucking you. It's so much better and so much worse, he can feel your pert nipples against his chest, your moans and gasps closer and clearer.

"You'll give it to me, right baby? I need it." You bite his earlobe, and his thrusts get harsher, like he's trying to render you quiet and mindless. Or maybe he wants to see what else you'd say in this pleasure driven state. Whatever the case, it only makes you more ravenous and that, makes him more ravenous in turn. Like you're two beasts, feeding of each other in a never ending loop of pleasure and madness.

"S-shit, yeah, baby, it's all yours to keep" your nails scratch at his back as he keeps up with the relentless pace, and you swear you're seeing stars.

"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," you commanded, glaring at him as best you could while he pounded into you. Praise and encouragement slipped from your tongue as he kept the pace, all amidst broken moans and gasps.

He felt so good inside you, looked so good on top of you, his moans sounded so fucking hot, you wanted– no, needed to keep him, probably even more than he wanted to keep you.

"Mine," you whispered, moving a hand to his head and tangling your fingers into the strands before pulling to expose his neck. You bit into his skin, licking the teeth marks and sucking marks along his neck as a silent apology, "all fucking mine, right Caleb?"

"Fuck, yes, princess. 'M all yours."

That's all you could think of, a never ending string of "mine, mine, mine" over and over, paired with each of his thrusts. It rose along with your pleasure, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"So fucking deep," you gasped, "So fucking good," your moans got louder, the pitch higher and in response, he moved faster. All of his focus was on you, he could tell you were close, your tell tale signs already memorized from when he'd fingered you. It drives him mad, drives him into grinding deeper, into letting go of one of your legs to circle your clit with his thumb, looking down to where your bodies connect and groaning as he sees his cock disappear inside of you.

"You're fucking perfect, pipsqueak, you know that?" He noses your neck, and revels in the way you instantly tilt your head to grant him access, "Perfect pussy, taking so fucking well and squeezing me so tight. You'll come for me, right pretty girl? Cream all over my cock?"

"If I do, you'll cum inside, right? Fill me up with your cum?" You were close, you were so fucking close and so was he. He'd almost cum just from you asking, but he wanted you there first, needed to feel you clamp down on him.

"Yeah, baby, I'll fill you up." That was all you needed to come, nails digging into his back and your body shaking under him as you had the hardest orgasm of your life. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back and head swirling with thoughts of Caleb. He's doesn't take long to follow you into the high, with a gasp of your name as he burries himself deep in you and grinds as he cums. You moan at the warm feeling, your fingers easing on his back. You scratch softly at his nape and he lets go of your leg. You wrap them around his waist to keep him there, and he switches to supporting his weight so he doesn't crush you as both of you gasp for breath.

You're on your way to fall asleep when he rises and pulls out, staring as his cum oozes and drips out of your pussy. You don't get a warning before two of his fingers are fucking it back into you.

"Caleb" you drawl out the last syllable, pouting as you watch him. He hums and looks back at you, with a smile that pretends to be innocent but is nothing like. You huff, roll your eyes and pull him into a kiss. It's slow and sensual, both of you taking the time you want without the desperation from earlier tainting the kiss. He makes you cum again like that, and then cleans both of you up before changing the bed sheets and kissing you goodnight.

When you wake up, it's to gentle caresses and kisses, all from Caleb. He's lying beside you, shirtless, with a soft smile and a fond look.

"Caleb," you call out, just because you can and you want to, before grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. You nuzzle into his neck before kissing the skin, all the way up to his jaw, ending the trail with a kiss on his mouth. You shiver when his arm wraps around your waist, enjoying the warmth of his skin against yours, and you bite his lip before soothing the sting with a lick.

"Good morning," There's the smell of food in the air and your hips and lower back hurt, but you don't pay any mind to it.

You have everything you need now.

[legendofmorons]

So this is love?

Pairing: Warriors x reader

Rating: G

Summary : Link spends some time with you at a ball and realizes what love is.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff?

Link dosen’t think he will ever be truly comfortable in formal wear like this. The royal gaurd uniform is starched and held just so. It's awful. He even has to leave his scarf behind.

His eyes scan the crowd, looking for you. He would have liked to escort you himself, but duty made him leave you today to strategize with Impa.

Music plays but that's all background noise to him.

There.

Link spots you when you enter the ballroom, dressed in your own formal wear. You are excused from the same uniform that Link suffers because you are off duty, and he technically isn't.

He walks forwards, offering smiles and polite small talk. His mission is only to reach you, his dove.

You're breathtaking, outfit only accentuating your already limitless beauty.

Link can tell the moment you spot him, the way you light up will never cease to amaze him.

"Link!" You smile as you stop in front of him.

"Hello, dove."

"You look stunning." You tell him breathlessly.

Link smiles at you, his real smile. He's sure he looks like a huge sap but he can't make himself care. "You look amazing, sweetheart."

"Thank you." You say, smile in place.

There's a change in the song and he offers you his hand. "May I have this dance?"

You take his hand, heart fluttering out of affection and joy rather than a silly crush. This is far more than a crush now. "You can have every dance, pretty boy."

"Oh really?" He asks as he pulls you in close.

"As long as you want to stay with me." You smile sweetly.

Link leads you through the waltz, steps easy enough for him and if you have any stumbles he just rights you with a soft praise.

He finds himself drowning in your eyes, the shade a wealth of beauty he would happily let consume him. For a moment, he wishes he could get a stone that looks like your eyes to wear on a ring or necklace so he can have a perfect reminder of you when you're apart.

Perhaps that's sappy. He dosen’t care though.

"You're staring, Link." You say with a laugh in your voice.

"I apologize."

"You don't have to."

Link smiles at you again, he finds he does that a lot for you. "I just worry that if I look away I'll wake up and find this is all just a dream."

"Link." You breathe out, face warming as a soft smile paints your lips.

"Yes, dove?"

"You're a flirt, you don'thave to charm me. You already have me."

"I only ever mean it with you though. Is it wrong to be honest with you?" He asks as he lets his most charming smile take its place.

You laugh sweetly. The sound is music to his ears.

"No, but that means I get to be honest with you, my lovely captain." You smile at him, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"That seems fair."

"You are my favorite person to be around, Link. You're handsome and brave but you are so so much more than that too."

"Thank you." Link says, voice cracking in an embarrassing way at the end.

Knowing that you see him beyond his title or looks is nice. Trusting when you say that you care about him, you mean him as a person is something he thought he would never have again.

"I mean it. You're smart, you're kind, you're honest, you're hard working, and you're genuinely good. Link, you're amazing." You say firmly.

Link feels his face flush, cheeks dusting a lovely pink. "I- thank you."

"You don't have to thank me." You say.

"I-... Okay." He manages, stumbling a little on the steps.

You laugh softly, helping him stay upright.

"You're amazing too, sweetheart." Link says after a moment, "You always get up after something knocks you down. You're supportive, you're smart, and you have such a pretty soul."

You laugh again, delight mixing with nerves. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

Love?

Oh.

Oh.

That's what this is.

This is love. This is real, honest, healthy love.

He gives you the most lovestruck smile, "You have now. Have I told you that I love you too?"

Your entire face brightens, your smile is achingly vulnerable. "You have now."

If this is love, even when you face hardships and disagreements, Link will fight for this every time.

"Good." Link says. "Can I have the next dance?"

"Like I said earlier, you can have every dance."

[heroesrest64]

Not My Place

(A Hyrule Warriors Link x Reader that I just HAD to write today after listening to ‘Against The Kitchen Floor’ by Will Wood. I don’t know guys, the song just fit him really well. He isn’t even my favorite help-)

You and Link met on the field. It wasn’t a kismet moment, no bolt of lightning when your eyes met or a feeling that you just had to get to know the man. He was just another face in a sea of injured soldiers. The two of you didn’t even talk that first day, too busy leading injured soldiers into the medical tents to even acknowledge the other.

While you may not have truly gotten to know eachother that day, it was still notable. You still remembered his face, sculpted as if the goddess herself had molded it, eyes like sapphires and lips chapped from the dry weather. You remembered him, and it seems he remembered you, too.

~~

“You’re part of the medical team?” The man whose name you have yet to learn asks as you slip into the main medical tent, tired eyes flicking to where the blonde man sits. He has a split lip and a bandage wrapping his wrist up to his elbow. You almost walk away upon assessing he’s been treated, but something stops you.

“Do I look like a soldier to you?” You ask, deadpan, one eyebrow quirking up in genuine curiosity. The man’s cheeks flush, and he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“Heh, kinda? You were lifting soldiers like they were sacks of flour last time we met.” He grins, shifting in his cot, creating just enough space for you to sit comfortably. You hesitate. There are so many things for you to attend to, but…

You haven’t taken a break since you woke up this morning. Surely a couple minutes shouldn’t set you back by too much.

“If I’m being honest, I thought you were part of the medical team. You were surprisingly good with the patients.” You feel your mouth tick upwards just a little bit, delicately sitting beside the man and letting your shoulders drop their tension as the man goes to explain the emergency training all soldiers are supposed to receive before stepping onto the field.

~~

That was the first time you talked to Link. You don’t know if you caught his name during that conversation, but it was hard to not learn his name through the grapevine over the next couple weeks. It’s not even like you were particularly trying to catch information about him. He had become a celebrity seemingly overnight- Impa announcing him as the Hero Apparent in Princess Zelda’s absence. The whole thing was a ploy, or so you thought. A way to rally morale. Set a pretty face in front of the people, have him say a few pretty words, and he’ll have them eating out of the palm of his hand until the princess returns.

It wasn’t your place to say anything, though, so you kept your mouth shut and continued your work. Link would visit you every now and then, and as time passed, you found yourself softening, the hard edges caused by the war smoothing. That only made the stress and tension in Link’s shoulders stand out all the more to you.

~~

“If I really am the hero… Does that mean this war is my fault?” Link asks you after a raid one day. He was hit on the head pretty hard, according to Impa, and had refused to be treated by anyone other than you. He was making such a fuss that Shiek had demanded he be given a private setup, away from the rest of the soldiers. Seeing him now, though, you’re pretty sure he was acting that way on purpose, in an attempt to talk to you and get a straight answer rather than the harsh verdict Impa would lay out for him or the fluffy words Lana would try to puff him up with.

“War is rarely ever a single person’s fault. The blame falls on the instigators shoulders, and you simply do not have the power to make that call. While I do not feel it is my place to assign blame, the fault for this war would never fall on your shoulders in my mind.” You hum, pressing a cotton swab to the scratch on his head. He flinches as the alcohol stings at the cut, but knows better than to pull away.

“But the others,” Link starts, only to stall when you place your free hand over his clenched fists. He whips his head to look up at you, absolute surprise coloring his face.

“Do the opinions of people you’ve never met matter so much to you? If that’s the case, maybe you should talk to them instead of me.” You smile, running your thumb over his knuckles before withdrawing, taking the cotton swab with you and placing it in a disposal bin just as there’s a knock at the door. Lana steps inside just a moment later, immediately moving to fuss over Link while you move to clean up the space. Link's eyes follow you as you go, but it probably wasn’t your place to point it out.

~~

After that day, your meetings became more frequent, each charged with a certain level of intimacy that was hard to describe. Link always acted as though something was chasing him, even in the quiet evenings the two of you had off. You learned that compliments of a romantic nature were met with stony expressions and uncomprehending eyes. For some reason, he didn’t mind any sort of intimate touch. Almost as though the contact was easier for him to process than any sort of word that might leave your mouth.

It was like a careful dance, one that you had to learn the steps to with a silent wall as a partner. Link’s role in the war haunted him in a way that was impossible to soothe, and the obsessive nature of it seemed to have created a block in the man that you couldn't see yourself getting around.

Regardless, you stayed. Link was worth it. Because despite everything, he kept trying. He couldn’t voice it, but you could tell through his actions.

After the war, you retired from the army and set up a clinic in Castle Town. Link had looked like a wounded dog the entire time, like you had betrayed him to an absurd degree, like you were doing it on purpose to spite him.

You probably could have stayed. You wouldn’t have minded, a couple more years in the army wouldn’t have been so bad. But something was telling you that it was time to move on.

You finally discovered what that something was when Link stepped into your clinic one day and asked if he could spend the night.

While you were in the army, there was never a place to really settle down. No truly safe place that you could call your own, that you could dress up and protect.

Now, though, you have a clinic to call your own. A safe place for you to fill with all of the worldly comforts you can fit in it. A place that you would do anything to protect, and a place where you can decide who’s allowed to enter and who isn’t.

For a week the clinic is closed, and for a week, the Hero of Hyrule does not report for duty.

For a week, you and Link stay in a pillow fort up in your loft, taking turns grabbing food from your stocked up kitchen, playing pranks on eachother, preforming weightlifting competitions and sleeping in until the sun is high in the sky.

For a week, the two of you are lovers.

~~

It was while you were reading a book aloud to him while he worked on (very sloppily) painting a portrait of you that he said it.

It wasn't some big proclamation. In fact, he’d asked the same thing every day for the past week. But when you glanced away from the words on the page in front of you and found him clumsily adding another streak to his painting, you couldn’t help but smile.

It certainly wasn’t your place to tell the Hero of Hyrule that you loved him, but maybe this was your place to tell Link that you wouldn’t mind spending one more day in with him, either.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Did it Hurt? When You Fell From Heaven? (Male!Reader x TotK!Link)

Link reclines on the cushioned chair you bade him sit in.

"Does this hurt?" you ask, gently rotating his arm through it's full range of motion.

Not his left arm, but the strange new right one, covered in dark grey fur and wearing a strange bronze-ish gauntlet that seems like neither mineral nor metal.

Despite this, it is warm and responds to his movements.

You examine the off-color nails, a little sharp, seemingly almost claws. Clearly not a Hylian arm.

You work as a physician at Lookout Landing for now, being one of the few people in the world with power over magic. Your healing talent has been invaluable during the Upheaval.

You befriended Link in the last days of the Calamity, trying to teach him some of your magic at the behest of Impa.

And working closely with him on his journey.

"Whatever that thing was, beneath the castle..." he says softly. "It was so strong. I couldn't withstand it. The Master Sword..."

"Well, if that... that Gloom was strong enough to destroy it, then you're lucky the arm was the only part of you damaged." you reply.

You take his hand and bend his wrist, going through its full extension. He squeezes your hand.

"You won't get rid of me that easily." Link smiles, even if it is wan and worried.

"Good. I better not."

You explore the discolored markings along his side, the strange branding that isn't quite a tattoo, and isn't quite an impact burn. "Is this tender?"

"You're always tender with me." Link chuckles, and you gently poke his side.

"I'll take that as a no, then."

"So, Doc... what's wrong with me?" Link sits up and grabs your hand again, bringing it up to his face to kiss the back.

For a moment, you're distracted, but chuckle instead.

"It seems like that Raaru character checks out. His arm seems to fit you as if it were your own. Range of motion is approximately the same, and initial examination doesn't suggest any problems. You said he was much taller?"

"Well, he was floating and translucent at the time."

"Right." you tut. You've been through weirder, having been apprentice in magic to the Lord of the Mountain. "Well, it seems his arm has been resized to fit you. All the tendons are in the right place as though it were the same size."

"That's a relief. It'd be pretty unlucky to have a huge right arm weighing me down while swinging a sword."

You smile, and he pulls you onto the reclining seat, wrapping both arms around you.

"I'm sorry for worrying you." he whispers, pressing his cheek to your stomach.

"You came back. That matters more."

He chuckles. "I fell out of the sky!"

"Wow. I'm never surprised at things anymore." you respond, deadpan, and Link guffaws.

"Come on. Ask me."

"Ask you what?"

"If it hurt when I fell from heaven."

You groan and he pulls you into a kiss.

Princess Zelda has confided in you that the Link she knew was stoic to a fault, never wasting words and barely ever showing emotion.

You could see that Link emerge as his memories returned, but he wasn't the same. He was still goofy, and expressive, and fun.

Maybe he wasn't her Link anymore.

Maybe he was yours.

And as he kisses you and makes his jokes, you smile against his mouth. Whatever happens, it'll be okay.

Because you'll take it on together.

[frickingnerd]

dating impa

pairing: impa x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, overprotective!impa, jealousy

impa is a very loving girlfriend, who always supports you wherever she can!

she's your biggest supporter and is almost blind to your flaws, thinking that you're just the coolest person she knows

she's really happy that she's your girlfriend, often finding herself bragging about dating you to others! 

impa is pretty jealous, so bragging about being your girlfriend is also a good way to let other people know that you are taken

she's a bit immature at times and when you're not spending enough time with her, she's pouting until she gets your attention! 

since she's so deeply in love with you, impa wants to do everything in her power to protect you! 

she couldn't bear losing you, so she insists on protecting you, but tends to be quite overprotective! 

you don't argue a lot, but whenever she coddles you too much, you have to get stern with her and tell her that you can take care of yourself

impa would prefer to be the one protecting you, but she reluctantly agrees to stop being so overprotective

[cigarettesaftersae]

i'll like you - 03 pimple

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: reo mikage x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, jealousy, academic rivals, fake dating

masterlist

Roblox with Reo

Present

The next day is nothing but a nuisance. An itch in your head you can’t quite reach, but what’s itching your head a bit more is the rumbling of Yuna. It’s not entirely her fault but now living off a lie to which you have feelings for Reo Mikage will be the biggest mistake you have ever managed to pull off. With the first two classes finish, Yuna sits across from you with a mouth exploding her fantasies to you. “Ah, it’s like fate. Can’t you believe it? Reo and Nagi are friends. I like Nagi and you like Reo—”

“Yuna—” You interrupt, lifting your head as you expose your soft eye bags “I don’t know if I’ll even have a chance with that guy. And he likes that Naomi girl..” You express tiredly

“No- nuh uh you are y/n. You don’t let things like this slide away or upset you”

Little did she know, you planted this whole hoax simply for her. You’d have to pay this act off till whenever Nagi goes away. In the mean time, you’ll have to trash away all your drawings of Nagi Seishiro.

-

“Now last question, d-do you play genshin impa-”

“Do not finish that question.” You warn. “And Yuna don’t even answer it.”

“Isn’t it that one cool Chinese game?”

“Ah! so you know about it” He excites

“I just told you not to finish that question,” you grumbled as he lit up at Yuna’s response.

Before the conversation could spiral further, the door creaked open. Both you and Yuna turned instinctively. There he was—Nagi Seishiro, focused on his phone, his white hair catching the dim light.

Yuna’s eyes sparkled, but yours darkened as you spotted someone following behind him. Reo.

“O-oh hey! Nagi, you’ll have to sign this sheet for attendance” demanding the co-leader

“Eh? That’s so much work though” His complain left a small giggle from Yuna’s lips. However, you’ll still captivated by the audience of Reo walking in. His arm wraps over Nagi’s hunching shoulder, “HAhaha you can’t really be this lazy Nagi” Reo chuckles at him, his widely grin pisses you off, his charisma and everything he carrys with him. Even that perfectly even tie around his neck. And for a slight second, he glances into your eyes. Holding your eyes for a short moment then back away to Nagi.

‘Welp now we’re done here, let’s go Yuna.”

“W-what? Now?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s just…Nagi just got here so..”

You look back at Nagi, whose kidnapped by the purple hair. “And Reo” Yuna wiggle her eyebrows “Do not say it’s name outloud”

“Why not?” Yuna teases you

“Fine, but we’re playing minecraft”

“What—it’s so boring though”

Reo from afar observes you with curiosity

-

Present

“Ahh I have to do something important Yuna, you go and enjoy lunch okay? mmm I know, love you” You hung up the phone to Yuna as you stand infront of a trash can. Outside, behind the school so no one would know. Taking a last look at the doodles you had of Nagi and the multiple written drafts you prepared for the upcoming valentines day. Now all lay waste in the trash can. You couldn’t believe that you and Yuna would come to like the same guy. But in no universe would you lose her to some guy, even if you had to lie or pick up a dirty fight. You look back at your phone, the clock striking half way done for lunch. 15 more minutes to eat.

Exiting the back of the school, a highschool girl watches you. Her eyes like hawk, confessing through the distance with ease. She approaches the trash can you just infiltrated with your belongings. With a click on the phone she snaps a few photos. And with a small tap on the phone, it’s sent off “Huh…so you like Nagi Seishiro instead?”

to Mira. With a small signature of yours in every doodle and page you progressed.

-

Yuna’s excitement only grew. “Well, in that case… do you like anyone? Come on, there has to be someone!”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “Pfft, as if. I don’t like anyone.”

“Oh, I *know* that look,” Yuna teased, her curiosity piqued. “Tell us!”

Mira joined in, grinning slyly. “Come on, spill it!”

Cornered, you blurted out, “Uh… um, it’s Reo Mikage! You know, purple hair, charming…?” In a good distance, Naomi and her friends sit behind you able to pick up your girly conversations. Her ears perking up at the sound of Reo Mikage.

“Another girl?” her friend complains

“It’ll be alright Naomi besides he only—”

“shush, I need to hear them.” Naomi says harshly

Mira raised an eyebrow. “The Mikage kid, huh? Not a bad pick, but, uh, you do realize every girl is after him, right? And Naomi? She’s all over him.”

“Haha… yeah,” you laughed awkwardly, hoping the topic would drop quickly. But the weight of the situation pressed heavily on your chest.

“So what’s our plan?” her friends chimes

“Nothing much, we’ll just follow her for a bit. Do nothing rash.” Naomi commands

—

Present (coming back from throwing away trash)

As you approached the table, you spotted Yuna sitting with Mira and a couple of other friends, their animated conversation hinting at something significant being discussed.

“Y/n! You’re back!” Yuna exclaimed, her face lighting up at the sight of you.

You returned her enthusiasm with a soft smile. “Did you eat yet?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, I was going to wait for you, but Mira checked out, so I started without you,” she replied, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Just then, Mira turned to you with a serious expression. “Y/n,” she began, her tone shifting the atmosphere around the table, “can we talk?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” you replied, your heart racing slightly as you followed her to a quieter corner, away from prying ears.

Once there, she pulled out her phone and unlocked it, revealing a series of messages filled with sketches of Nagi and drafts of love notes that you had thought were safely hidden away.

“Your signature is on these,” Mira said, her voice steady yet soft, as if she were treading carefully over delicate ground.

“That’s—maybe it’s just another girl with the same name,” you stammered, desperately trying to brush it off.

“I see the way you sign, I know it’s yours,” she countered, her gaze piercing through your half-hearted defense.

With a heavy sigh, you looked down, realizing you had been caught. “Please don’t tell Yuna…You won’t, right?” you pleaded, the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

“No, I won’t. But whoever sent this to me is definitely trying to mess with you,” she replied, her tone more serious now.

You shrugged it off, attempting to downplay your emotions. “Its nothing, beside, it was just a small crush…nothing more,” you added, hoping to convince both her and yourself.

“Your love notes tell a different story,” Mira shot back, her words hanging in the air. You felt a chill run down your spine at her statement, freezing in place momentarily. “It doesn’t matter,” you retorted, trying to sound casual as you turned away, more concerned about Yuna’s feelings than your own.

“What was that?” Yuna asked softly, her brow furrowed with concern as she caught up to you.

“Nothing bad,” you replied with a smile, attempting to mask the turmoil inside. “Let’s go finish class, then we can head to the gaming club for your man.” You hoped to deflect her curiosity and return to the comfort of normalcy, even if just for a little while.

-

Both of you returned to the gaming club after school, the familiar scent of snacks and the sound of excited chatter greeting you as you stepped inside. You approached the door, where a sheet of paper was taped up for signing in. You grabbed a pencil and scribbled your name, glancing over at Yuna as she did the same.

“Wanna play a spooky game?” you suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

“Eh? A scary game right now?…” Yuna hesitated, her eyes widening slightly at the thought.

“It’ll be on Roblox,” you claimed, knowing that could pique her interest.

“But you always choose the super scary ones! Can we ask Nagi to play with us?” she proposed, her enthusiasm bubbling back up.

“How do you suppose we do that?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Just ask him directly!” she insisted, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Oh, right, I guess that works,” you shrugged, but then a thought struck you. “Wait, what?”

Yuna’s face suddenly fell, her confidence wavering. “I’m…kinda nervous to ask. Can you do it?”

“But you’re the one who wanted him to play—ugh, fine. Wait, no, never mind,” you said, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

“What! Why please?!” Yuna implored, glancing at the duo across the room, clearly eager for their participation.

“Is it because of… Reo?” A devious grin spread across her face as she connected the dots. And yes, it was partly because of him—not because you were shy, but because you really couldn’t stand him. His breath was horrendous, and you were all too aware of it.

“No,” you said nonchalantly, trying to play it cool, even though your stomach was churning at the thought of sharing a game with him.

“If you want them to join us, go ask right now” you urge Yuna’s idea back herself

Yuna hesitated, glancing over at Nagi and Reo, who were deep in conversation. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the awkward encounter ahead, knowing that this was going to be a lot more complicated than just asking for a game.

Yuna leaned over and tapped Nagi's shoulder, but he remained focused on the video game on his phone, completely absorbed in the screen. Reo, however, noticed Yuna's gesture and turned his attention towards her with a bright smile. “Oh hey!” he said, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Hi! I was just here to ask because Y/n wanted to play with you guys,” Yuna said casually, but the moment those words left her mouth, you felt a rush of embarrassment flood through you.

You choked slightly on your sip of water, the realization of what she just said hitting you hard. “I-I mean *we* wanted to play! We just need more players,” Yuna added, trying to laugh it off, but you could see the mischief in her eyes.

Reo glanced over at you, a smirk forming on his face as he noticed your flushed cheeks and the telltale redness in your ears. “I’m down for it. Nagi?” he turned to his friend, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Mmhm,” Nagi replied nonchalantly, still not fully pulling his gaze away from his phone, but you could tell he was intrigued.

“Great!” Yuna clapped her hands together, clearly excited by the prospect. “Let’s get started then!” She turned to you, clearly pleased with herself for making the connection.

You could only muster a shy smile in response, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement at the idea of playing together. The embarrassment from Yuna’s words lingered, but you pushed it aside, ready to dive into whatever spooky game awaited you.

“What’s your username?” Reo asked, turning his attention to you with a curious look.

“What?” you replied, slightly caught off guard.

“Your username,” he repeated, his smile widening.

“Ahem—…it's um…” you hesitated, your heart racing as embarrassment washed over you. You couldn't believe you were about to reveal your old Gacha Life username for Roblox. “It’s… (Username).”

The silence that followed felt like an eternity, your gut twisting as you braced yourself for the inevitable laughter or teasing that would surely come. You could almost hear the gears turning in their heads as they processed your choice.

“Alright, just requested,” Reo said, his smile still intact.

…That’s it? No laughter, no insults, no nothing? You blinked in surprise, feeling a strange mix of relief and confusion. Maybe they were just being nice?

—

As the game started, chaos erupted on the screen. “You guys left me!!” Yuna exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic as she stared wide-eyed at the game, running around in circles.

“What— I’m right behind you!” you exclaimed, trying to reassure her as you navigated your character toward her.

“No, I’m alone!” Yuna shivered, glancing around nervously.

“That's actually me…” Reo’s calm voice chimed in, his character appearing right next to you

“Nagi, where are you?” Yuna asked, her voice filled with urgency.

“By some statue,” Nagi replied nonchalantly, his character casually leaning against a virtual statue in the game, seemingly unfazed by the chaos surrounding the other players.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how absorbed everyone was, the mix of fear and excitement creating a lively atmosphere. Despite the earlier embarrassment, it felt good to be playing together, and you were ready to dive into whatever spooky adventure lay ahead.

Reo stole a glance at you, and for a brief moment, time seemed to slow. He noticed how your laughter gently flowed from your lips, a sound that felt both infectious and warm. The way your eyes sparkled with excitement and joy caught his attention, as did the delicate lashes on your lower lids, framing your gaze beautifully.

You were fully immersed in the game, your laughter ringing out as Yuna's character stumbled into yet another unexpected jump scare. Reo couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, feeling a strange mix of admiration and curiosity. There was something about the way you reacted, so genuinely invested in the moment, that made him feel drawn to you even more.

As you turned to share a quick joke with Yuna, your expression lit up the room, and Reo found himself momentarily lost in the moment, the game fading into the background. He wondered what it would be like to share more moments like this—laughter, friendly competition, and maybe even a little bit of mystery.

-

Why does your avatar look like that?” you say, barely masking your disdain as you eye Reo from head to toe.

“Like what?” Reo replies, feigning ignorance, though the smirk on his face suggests he knows exactly what you’re getting at.

“Like *that*,” you snap, gesturing vaguely at his chest. “You’ve got a galaxy hoodie on."

Reo shrugs, entirely unfazed. “And you’re wearing an alpha wolf howling at the moon on your shirt. Relax, it’s not that serious.”

You narrow your eyes, the irritation bubbling over. “It’s not 2016 anymore, Reo. You look like you’ve been stuck in the clearance section of a Hot Topic for a decade.”

He just laughs, brushing it off like he always does, and somehow, that only makes you hate him more.

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New Story: Dreams of the Kingdom

[Link x Male!Reader]

Power. Wisdom. Courage. The legend of Hyrule has always been the story of three. Where does that leave you, oh mighty prince of the wild?

A sequel story to Prince of the Wild.

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Edited 7/5/2024 - Links have been updated

Chapter 1: The Slumbering Beast

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Chapter 1 is now up on Wattpad, A03, and below the break

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The ballroom was filled with laughter and music. The moonlight streamed down through the windows on the festivities. You straightened your crown, trying to make sure you looked just right in your reflection on the window. Tonight was going to be special; you just knew it.

The music swelled with a flourish of the violins. People glided across the polished marble floors, twirling to the beautiful piece. You could see your best friend, the royal poet and maestro Sharpe, absolutely beaming as he conducted the orchestra.

You let your eyes wander over the crowd. Your father, King Rhoam, was stoic as ever, watching from his own corner. Princess Zelda, your younger sister, was happily chatting with Robbie and Purah, no doubt sharing research notes. Impa and Mipha were laughing over drinks while little Sidon chowed down on snacks. Revali was attempting to dance with the ambassador from Hytopia, but it was impossible to tell who was worse at it. Daruk was drinking each of the castle guards under the table. Apparently, none of them ever heard that Gorons were unaffected by Hylian liquor. Your heart swelled with happiness, though it still felt a little empty without the one who was most important to you.

“Waiting on someone, sparrow?” Urbosa asked, gently laying a hand on your shoulder. She had a knowing glint in her eye as she sipped her Noble Pursuit.

“You wouldn’t have happened to-”

“I believe I saw him walking towards the Sanctum.” Your heart skipped a beat, and you were ready to run upstairs, but Urbosa’s grip held you back. “Don’t get into trouble, sparrow. You still need to make an appearance later tonight.”

You blushed but nodded. “Of course, you know I’m always professional.”

“Of course,” Urbosa said. She brushed a stray bit of your hair back and smoothed some wrinkles off your coat. “Go, I’ll cover for you.”

You barely got out a “thank you” before dashing out of the ballroom to the stairs. The music grew fainter and fainter as you made your way up the castle. A giddy bubble of happiness felt ready to burst out of your chest. You were Prince [Y/n] Daltus Hyrule, Lord of Akkala, Order of the Picori, Colonel in the Grand Hylian Army, Defender of the Holy Triforce, and Champion of the Goddess Din – but the most important title of all was Boyfriend of the Hylian Champion. Reaching the top of the steps, you pushed the doors open as quietly as you could.

“Link?” you called out. The torches were all lit inside, but all was quiet. You shut the door and entered. “Link? Are you here?”

No response.

You frowned, walking past the thrones, ignoring how the shadows danced on the walls. Suddenly, a wooden training sword clattered to the ground right at your feet. You looked up, seeing the knight grinning from the upper floor. “Oh, you’re on!”

You picked up the sword – slightly upset it was a single handed one instead of your preferred claymore – and mounted the stairs, charging up to the hidden lounge above the Sanctum. Link met you halfway, your swords clashing with a dull thonk. You drove him backwards up the stairs, slash after slash. Link laughed with each one, parrying them effortlessly.

The two of you clashed, when you saw your chance. You parried his blows, and…

…pulled the small rug from under him. Before he could get up, you pointed your sword at his chest. “Finally!” You shouted. “I win!”

“One out of – what, a thousand?” Your knight grinned.

You shrugged. “Hey, I’ll take it.” You helped him up and pulled him into a hug. “You didn’t get hurt when you fell right?”

“No, I’m fine,” he laughed. “Takes more than a practical joke to hurt a knight, your majesty.”

You took his hand and started leading him downstairs. “We should head back before Father gets upset.” You reached for the door but stopped. Someone was standing on the balcony overlooking Hyrule Field.

“Hello?” You let go of Link’s hand as you walked over to the balcony. The music seemed to fade away as you got closer. The figure didn’t seem familiar. “Oh, pardon me, but all guests should be downstairs. I’d be happy to show you the way.”

“There’s no need for that, I’ve been waiting for you,” a rumbling baritone voice said. The figure turned, revealing a wall of a man with a piercing glare. It felt like he could see you through to your soul. Your head throbbed with a migraine. For some reason, your left hand – the hand emblazoned with the mark of the Triforce of Power – felt like it was burning.

“Who are you?”

The moonlight turned a bloodstained red. “Of course you would forget me, but I certainly haven’t forgotten you and your treachery.” He reached out, firmly gripping your chin and tilting your head up to look you in the eyes. Panic rose in your throat looking into his glowing red and yellow eyes. He let out a low rumble of a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll be seeing you soon to take what is rightfully mine, little prince.”

The world swam and grew dark as a terrible laugh filled your ears. A scream tore from your throat. Pain shot through your body…

==

“[Y/n]! [Y/n]!!” Link shook you gently. “It’s okay! I’m here, I’m here…”

You gasped for air, looking up to see your handsome knight looking down at you. He wrapped you in his arms. “It’s okay, it’s just a nightmare. You’re going to be okay.”

You held him close, not caring how tangled you were in the sheets. It was still late, and the moon hung outside your window – thankfully still its normal pale color.

Your heart slowed as Link held you and stroked your hair. “Big spoon or little spoon?”

You told him your preference, and the two of you shifted to a more comfortable cuddling position. “It was the same dream,” you finally said.

“The royal ball and the stranger?”

“Yeah,” you said. “He knew me. I… I don’t know how to explain it but looking at him felt like… pure evil… It was almost like the Calamity.”

Link nodded. “Do you want to go talk to Symin about it? He helped Zelda when she had those nightmares last year.”

“Maybe,” you said. “I’m just confused. He knew me, Link. He said he was going to take what was ‘rightfully his’.”

“I’m sure it’s just a silly dream, but…” Link frowned and pressed his hand to your forehead. “Hmm doesn’t seem like a fever, but maybe the gloom is getting to you.”

“It’s not the gloom,” you said, pushing his hand away. “Maybe I’m stressed out? Maybe… maybe I’m just missing them.”

Link sighed. “I miss them too.”

“I did beat you this time though.”

Link snorted. “So, you’re saying you can only beat me in your dreams?”

“Shut up,” you laughed.

The two of you stayed quiet for a moment, just enjoying the cuddling. It was hard to believe it had been five years. Five years since you woke up in a cave, five years since you found Link without his memories, and five years since the two of you saved Hyrule and your sister. The life of the “lost prince” was never dull with Hyrule’s greatest swordsman as your boyfriend and Princess Zelda as your sister. The three of you had helped to rebuild most of Hyrule, bringing the people back together and creating a semblance of a government. Your New Hyrule Trading Company was now run through the Stable Association, a union-run business, giving you more time to train the new militia taking care of monsters across the land – not to mention helping your sister run things. “Helping” may be a bit generous, as Zelda was much more suited to academics than government and diplomacy. Most of the time, you and Link helped to set treaties and lead major reconstruction projects while Zelda focused more on educating Hyrule’s children and surveying old ruins.

Everything had been going well for a time, until a few months ago. Certain caves and old wells began to leak an odd crimson mist. At first, it seemed harmless, but then the sickness came. There were a few isolated cases that seemed to clear up quickly, but over the past few weeks, reports were getting worse. The mist was only growing thicker and more toxic. Purah named it the gloom, and it seemed to be tied to the malice that Calamity Ganon once produced. The difference was that this gloom was toxic and lingering. It seemed to seep from underground, though no one could figure out where or why. The worst of it came from the depths of Hyrule Castle. Whatever it touched, it devoured in decay. Your pride and joy, the construction of New Castle Town, was rotted back to rubble. Each time you had Hudson Construction try to rebuild it, they never got past laying the foundation before the houses would begin to decay. Residents were forced back to build a new settlement called Lookout Landing, just south of the ruins. Even then, it was little more than a lightly fortified trading and research outpost.

“Hey, I can tell Zelda to postpone the expedition,” Link said.

“No!” You said, then paused. “I appreciate the thought, but it’s too important to investigate the gloom. We need to get to the bottom of it – literally.”

Link rolled his eyes. “Right, but if you need to rest, you need to rest.”

“I know, but I promise I’ll be fine.” Link frowned, staring into you. “Okay, I’ll go see Symin after the expedition, but I promise I’ll be fine.”

“Good.” Link smiled, leaning forward to give you a gentle kiss.

The two of you talked for a little while more before you both drifted off into a gentle sleep. While Link may have been next to you, something still made you feel restless.

==

The next morning seemed to pass in a blur, and you weren’t truly shaken from your thoughts until you were descending into the depths of Hyrule Castle.

“This gloom keeps getting thicker,” your sister, Zelda, commented as you descended. She held the torch for you and Link. The two of you remained calm, but you were both on high alert. The weight of your Sword of the Six Sages was a comfort, not knowing what could be around the next corner. “We’ve been descending for a while now… These tunnels are deeper than I thought. What could be down here?”

“I have a feeling even Father didn’t know about these tunnels,” You commented as you passed some luminescent moss. “Some of this looks older than even the Sheikah tech.”

“I wish we were coming down here to explore for more academic reasons instead of trying to find the source of the gloom,” Zelda said, scanning over the wisps curling around her feet. “Though here, it seems almost misty and not concentrated enough to harm us…”

“What’s the plan then?” Link asked.

“We’ll keep going. With it coming up from beneath Hyrule Castle…” Zelda paused, then turned to you and Link. “We do not know what waits below, so we need to be ready for anything. But I know I’ll be okay with both of you. Let’s go solve this mystery.”

“That said, it may be best for you to stay behind one of us.” You drew your secondary weapon, an Eightfold Blade, and took the lead.

“As you wish… General,” Zelda said with a little laugh.

“You appointed me as head of Hyrule’s military, let me do my job, Princess,” you snarked back. You led the way deeper. Water dripped down the walls, leaving chalky stains. You could see just ahead that the cave looped into some ruins. “I bet no one has been down here in centuries…”

“Exactly, isn’t it exciting?” Zelda said. You smiled, happy to see your sister in her element. You couldn’t begin to count the number of ruins you explored with her over the past few years. While her obsessions may have moved on from the Sheikah, the promise of a new discovery always got her excited.

Before you could take another step, you heard something you hadn’t heard in five years. It was a familiar chime. Both you and Zelda turned to Link, seeing the Master Sword begin to glow. “It must be sensing something,” Zelda muttered. “I knew we had reason for concern…”

“Maybe we should have investigated the castle sooner,” you added. “Perhaps something from the Calamity is still lingering here.” Zelda shifted uneasily.

Link was always quick to notice when your sister was worried. “We’re going to be okay. If it really is something left over from the Calamity, it can’t be that strong with Ganon sealed away. Between the three of us, I know we can handle it.”

“Of course,” Zelda said, “I needn’t worry with the two best swordsmen in Hyrule around. All the same, we should proceed with caution.”

“Onward then,” you said, though you swapped from the smaller blade to your primary weapon granted to you by the Great Deku Tree: the Sword of the Six Sages. Link too drew the Master Sword and joined you in front of Zelda. It was best not to take chances. The soft white glow from your sword and the soft blue from the Master Sword was a small comfort to the three of you in the dark caves. With that, you continued deeper into the ruins.

As old as they were, the ruins were well preserved and mostly still standing. A few walls had collapsed to rubble, but the path was still clear. The gloom had grown a little thicker but clung to the floor and merely wrapped around your ankles, harmless for now. Zelda paused for a moment to observe the architecture. “Easily older than the Sheikah, and this unique style… wait!” She knelt at a fallen relief. “Something is written here… yes. I think this may be from the Zonai!”

The farther you walked, the better condition the ruins were in. “Yes, yes!” Zelda said, getting more excited with each step. “These carvings are absolutely Zonai in origin. I can’t believe we’re finding evidence of one of the oldest civilizations known to history directly under the castle.”

“The Zonai built those labyrinths, right?” Link asked.

“Yes, and they were said to worship the dragons. It’s said the Zonai had godlike powers and at one point lived in the sky. Unfortunately, we still know so little. Many history books on the Zonai give us more stories than factual history.”

Soon you came to the end of the hall, where two towering statues stood. Zelda stopped to inspect them further. “Is this what the Zonai looked like? They seem so different than us, and such large ears… I wonder if they were associated with the ancient city-state of Skyloft? Or perhaps they were some sort of precursors to the Oocca Civilization?”

You had a different question on your mind. “If they lived in the sky, why are they here underground?”

“An excellent point…” Zelda muttered, lost in thought. “Let’s see what else is ahead.”

You looked at the statues and for a moment, they seemed to shift. Their eyes seemed to glow with the faintest light, watching you. You rubbed your eyes and they appeared normal again. “Maybe it is the gloom,” you muttered to yourself.

You caught up with Link as the three of you made your way down the stairs, deeper and deeper. The ruins opened into a massive hall. Suddenly, you heard a familiar chittering. “Heads up,” you said, easily dispatching a keese. Link nodded, charging the second while you cleaved the third and final. You sheathed your sword, watching the keese fall to the ground.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?” Zelda asked.

“Zel, they’re keese. Link and I take care of keese like every day.” Still, she looked the both of you over, before giving a nod of approval. You couldn’t fault her, since you knew you’d be doing the same to her and Link if the roles were switched. With the monsters dealt with, you could take in the room. One wall was mostly covered by fallen rocks – likely from the Calamity – but the rest of the room was filled with sprawling carvings.

Zelda turned and let out a little gasp. “Look at these murals.” She walked the torch closer, letting the light dance across the eerie images. “The written histories of the Royal Family include stories of a great war fought long ago.”

Your many hours of tutoring in the Castle library played back in your head. “This isn’t just any war, Zelda,” you frowned looking at the murals. Zelda may have been the brains of the family, but you certainly knew the stories of your kingdom inside and out. You stopped before a carving of a wave of monsters. “This was clearly a very bloody one, and if we’re in the oldest part of the castle, it might be… Zelda, you don’t think it’s… that legend, do you?”

“What legend?” Link asked.

You felt a pit growing in your stomach. “The legend of the Demon King… an evil to surpass Demise.”

“Precisely,” She said, running along the walls. “It’s said that our ancestors – the first of Hyrule’s royal family were born from a union with the gods who descended from the heavens. These murals tell a similar story, and if they are accurate, then the gods mentioned were the Zonai… They must have forged a relationship with the Hylians of that time, working together to establish the kingdom of Hyrule!”

She turned to where the murals started to depict a man with a grotesque wave of red behind him. You felt a chill go down your spine. It couldn’t be possible… he couldn’t be the man from your nightmares. “This figure,” Zelda continued, “He seems to be stealing something of incredible power from the young kingdom. This all aligns with what I’ve read during my studies… and this!” She said, running back to the last panel. “And this shows the Demon King, and a fierce battle against him. If the creature depicted here really does represent the Demon King, then…” She stopped and gasped. “Incredible! This mural must be the great war recorded in the royal histories! This is the First Imprisoning War and the events that led up to it! This is a huge discovery!”

Zelda started fiddling with her pack. Link took the torch for her as she fished out her Purah Pad, Purah’s fantastic upgrade to the Sheikah Slate. You on the other hand stood frozen at the last panel, staring into the gargoyle-like grin of the monstrous Demon King. You took a shaky breath. “First Imprisoning War?” Link asked you.

“The First Imprisoning War sealed the Demon King. The Second sealed the king of thieves – who once tried to steal the Triforce from the Sacred Realm. Right, Zelda?”

“Yes, exactly, though some scholars suggest the Demon King and the king of thieves could have been one and the same – not that I necessarily subscribe to that theory,” she said, snapping photographs of the mural. “Why are you so jumpy?”

“No particular reason,” you muttered back. Link placed his hand on your shoulder, asking a silent question. “Later,” you whispered to him. He offered you a smile that helped to calm you.

“The part I don’t understand,” you said, steeling yourself, “is what he stole.” The three of you walked back to the third panel. “These objects… what do you think they are? Tears of Light? They don’t look anything like the Triforce.”

“Another excellent question,” Zelda said, lowering the Purah Pad. “Perhaps this was before our ancestors discovered the Triforce? Or perhaps it was hidden away. I would hate to think of what could have happened if the Demon King had stolen it.”

“Yeah,” you said, instinctively rubbing the tattoo on your hand. The power thrummed through your body for a moment, but it didn’t make you feel any better.

“Only more and more questions,” Link said, handing the torch back to Zelda.

“Maybe we’ll find more answers farther ahead,” she said. “Let’s keep moving deeper.”

This time, Link took the lead with Zelda while you brought up the rear. Your hand twitched and your gut twisted. It wasn’t like you to be so unnerved by something like that, but something felt deeply wrong, and the deeper you walked, the more the feeling grew.  

The three of you exited the staircase and entered into a massive chamber. “Oh Hylia…” Link muttered. A twisting ribbon of light drifted from some kind of pyramid collector lined with runes, feeding into a skeletal glowing arm with a warm green-blue light. Most disturbing of all was the desiccated corpse the hand was pinned to, digging into the chest. Dark clouds of gloom spilled from the wound.

“What is that...” Zelda murmured. “How long has this been under the Castle?”

As the three of you drew close, the arm’s light faded, and it fell to the ground. A glowing tear shaped stone popped out of the arm’s bracer, bouncing on the floor to Zelda. She tapped it hesitantly before picking it up. The stone glowed with warm golden light in her hand.

Suddenly, the three of you heard a crack and a heartbeat. You and Link instantly moved in front of Zelda, drawing your swords. The corpse cracked, its fingers starting to move, then its arm, then its spine, until finally, the head snapped towards you, demonic eyes glowing in your direction.

A burst of concentrated gloom and malice burst from his chest, rushing straight for Zelda. Link stepped in, shoving you away and knocking it back with the Master Sword. It doubled back, crawling up Link’s arm, burning away at his skin.

“Link!” You shouted, preparing to swing your sword at the gloom.

“No! It’ll get you too, don’t!” Link summoned every ounce of strength and swung the Master Sword at the gloom again.

You could hear a crack, and the Master Sword’s blade shattered in his hand.

The tip of the sword flew from the mess, slicing across the corpse’s cheek. You and Zelda rushed to Link’s side, helping him to stand. You tried not to look at the terrible burns on his arm, keeping your attention on the monster in front of you.

“Was that the sword that seals the darkness?” A raspy voice came from the corpse. “A blade that shatters so easily against my power cannot save you from me.” His eyes scanned across you as he tried to pull himself up. “Zelda… and you, who carries that fragile sword is Link. Rauru placed his faith in you and that was all you could do?” He turned his eyes to you, and the monster seemed to smile.

Suddenly, the eyes felt very familiar. You could hardly choke out the words. “It’s him.”

“Ah… [Y/n], you do remember me. And here you are, right where I want you. Millenia of preparation, all coming down to today. Oh, how I’ve waited for this moment.”

“How do you know our names?” Zelda asked.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he summoned a miasma of pure gloom and malice, releasing it from his chest into the runed pyramid above. The caves shook and a terrible earthquake tore through the walls. Boulders tumbled from all above you as the ground started to give way. You looked up and could see the stars as the corruption forced Hyrule Castle into the sky. As the gloom dissipated, the altar collapsed, and the corpse tumbled into the darkness below.

The earth still shook as Link fell to his knees, the decayed Master Sword still in hand. “Link!” you and Zelda both shouted, but it was cut off by a scream, as the ground gave way. Both of you began to fall back into emptiness. Link leaped after you, reaching out to catch you. He opened his hand, stretching out…

Your fingers barely missed his.

You turned to reach Zelda, but the stone glowed bright and she disappeared in ribbons of light. Link tried to reach you again, but the glowing hand seemed to regain its power, holding him aloft before yanking him upward in a burst of light.

You fought to stay calm, hearing the demented laugh of the monster somewhere deep below you. You pulled your left hand close to your chest. A familiar warmth spread through your body as your hand began to glow with a golden light.

A familiar voice whispered in your ear, albeit more urgent than the last time you heard it. “Sleep. He won’t get his hands on you today.”

As your consciousness began to fade, you wanted to ask what she meant. Instead, as sleep overtook you, there was only one thought in your mind.

Link, Zelda, please be safe.

[cafecourage]

Random Mer-Sky HC because I wanted to post something for mermay. I feel like this can lead to x reader hc’s but that’s for another time.

- Big Little Mermaids vibes here. In the sense Sky is curious and a hopeless romantic. I can see him singing A Part of Your World.

- Unlike Little Mermaid Sky is an Octo-mer. My reasoning is that he is squishy but dangerous. This also means he could probably go on land which gives Zelda and Groose heart attacks at first.

- If he has to go on an adventure in this Au, then Zelda probably is a seawitch that is able to shift. Older Impa probably also has the ability as well and probably then teaches Sky the skill.

- Sky adores humans and human life. He wants to know everything about humans so this just turns into a plus for him in the end.

- He probably still plays the harp but obviously it has to be modified for sea purposes. Singing is his next go to for music. I don’t think Sky could live without music in his life.

- Learning to walk was pretty hard for Sky at first which probably adds on to his anxiety surrounding time and being late. Because he thought since he seen humans walk before and was able to move on land, he should have been able to walk on two legs.

Anyway a few x reader HC’s!

- Was it love at first sight? Yes. Would you know? No. Honestly I’m picturing you live on the beach. Which means he gets to stare longingly at your place, wanting to go up to you and talk. But he knows humans don’t know merpeople exist so that’s a horrible idea.

- Sky instead serenades you. Hoping that you could at least fall in love with his voice. Or be curious enough to follow his voice and he can get ‘caught’ and ‘run away’.

- This man dreams of the day where he can dance with you. Whether it be on land or in the water. He just wants to hold you close.

[ashcupofthea]

Cap.1 The King's Mandate

In a kingdom on the brink of calamity, Hyrule prepares to face the awakening of Ganon, a dark force that threatens to destroy everything. The royal sisters, Zelda and Isla, daughters of King Rhoam, are given the crucial task of gathering the four Champions destined to lead the Divine Beasts. What they do not know is what the future holds for them. When Ganondorf steps forward to claim his Queen ,will Isla fall into Ganondorf's hands before Zelda even manages to unlock her power? What will they do?

I will update the story from time to time,I hope you will be interested and I hope this fandom is not dead completely,lately (actually for a few years now) no one writes anything about Revali x reader anymore so I'll take care of adding some of my own,even if that's not the point of the story,but will include that with some angst ;)

reimagines the events of The Legend of Zelda: Age of Calamity, with the addition of Isla, a new character who enriches the story of Hyrule.

Remember,english is not my native language so there may be mistakes,i’m sorry.

The towers of Hyrule Castle stood out imposingly against the clear early morning sky. From the window of the throne room, the rising sun cast a golden light on the green fields, while the wind carried the distant echo of the waking kingdom. The princess,future heir to the throne, Isla stood next to her little sister Zelda, watching her father, King Rhoam, sitting on the throne with a grave expression that did not bode well.

"The fate of Hyrule hangs in the balance," the king said, breaking the silence. "The Darkness is approaching. The calamity Ganon has almost risen."

Isla and Zelda exchanged a worried look. They had been hearing whispers of the growing threat for weeks, but neither of them was prepared to face the reality that now dawned clearly before their eyes.

"The Divine Beasts are ready, but without their Champions, they are useless," the king continued. "Zelda, Isla, you two must take on this task. You will travel throughout Hyrule and choose the four Champions who will lead the Divine Beasts. Only then can we face Ganon."

Zelda lowered her gaze, uncertain. Isla, on the other hand, lifted her chin, determined. She knew how heavy the responsibility rested on their shoulders, but they could not afford to hesitate. Isla had always protected Zelda, even as children, and now she would continue to do so, even at the cost of her own life.

As they walked along the hallways of the castle, Zelda felt the weight of duty crushing her. Her older sister, Isla, had always been an imposing figure, confident and full of courage. Zelda, on the other hand, felt inadequate. The power of the Goddess had not yet awakened in her, and the shadow of failure haunted her.

"Zelda, I know what you are thinking," Isla said, interrupting her sister's gloomy thoughts. "You don't have to worry. We will do it together, as we always have."

Isla's words brought some relief to Zelda. But she knew the real test would not only be finding the Champions, but also facing herself and her destiny.

Suddenly, a soldier appeared from the corner, panting and looking worried.

"Princesses! You must come at once! Something has happened outside the village!"

Zelda and Isla exchanged a glance. "Let's go," Isla said, taking the initiative. Together they followed the soldier, the tension rising with every step.

As they exited the castle walls they were greeted by an unusual scene. An unknown soldier (unknown not so much,zelda knew exactly where this young soldier came from) in royal armor was fighting some Bokoblins attacking a woman: Impa, the longtime advisor to the royal family. At the young figure's side was a small metal robot, which seemed to be making strange, incomprehensible sounds

The young soldier Link, managed to fend off the horde of Bokoblins, his sword flowing with smooth and precise movements.

"Princess Zelda! I have come all this way to deliver to you the Sheikah Tablet that Pruna entrusted to me...but look what I have discovered..." said Impa, showing the display of the Sheikah Tablet, which glowed a sparkling blue.

"Are you suggesting that somehow they are connected?" observed the younger princess "Maybe since you seem to be a relic this little guardian too we can ask the research center for help,surely they won't back down!"

"Sister,I find this an outstanding idea,I am sorry to be the party pooper of the moment but I will not be able to accompany you to Robbie and Pruna,our Father is expecting me for an important meeting,give them my regards,have a safe journey."

And with that the 3 Hylians and the mysterious guardian set out on their journey…

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For now i have completed the first chapter,it was a lot of stuff writing the plot and imagining the whole story,i have so much in reserve for my beloved characters. See you soon at the next chapter💋💋

Part 2 out now!