#impa x reader

[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

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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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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

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5 year celebration-I characters

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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!

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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.

[cigarettesaftersae]

i'll like you - 03 pimple

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

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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[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.

[dreamdepot]

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

>Next

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

For links to the prequel Prince of the Wild, please see the following links:

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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.

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Flirting With Death 

Summary:  “Osamu,- You naughty boy. You’re so impa–” There was more than one reason why Dazai wished to die. He’d pray for it over and over again, and yet each time he’d only get a glimpse of his home before he was torn back into his mortal existence. Until next time, next encounter.. 

Pairing: Reader x Dazai

Inspired by Art of Seduction prompt 4: Away from home 

Warnings: Hint at death/suicide (it’s Dazai- c’mon!), mention of physical hurt, light mention of drugs, light angst/ hurt-comfort. 

Dazais body did not hurt.

Each breath felt light and airy; no pain from cracked ribs or gunshot wounds which reminded him of their existence. No sore skin picked, cut and prodded that screamed at him in protest.  No suffocating weight over his chest, or drowsiness from drugs. Both of his eyes worked, his gaze locked onto the water; the ocean waves which gently swooshed against the beach almost touching the bottom of his dress-shoes half buried in the sand. 

Inches away a little crab crawled past him; it had buried itself in the sand just in time to avoid the oncoming wave and the very real risk of being washed away by the gentle swoosh of it. After the wave retreated the little sea creature was nowhere to be seen. Was the crab even still there? 

Dazai reached a hand out in the direction of where he last saw the animal- then froze as his gaze landed on the familiar bandages which stretched from the tips of his fingers and further under his coat. Around his arms, his torso and up to his neck. Without any aches and pains he hadn’t even noticed their presence. Until now. And yet the moment he saw them, he felt his mood sour. The light almost fluffy feeling in his chest was replaced with a pang of anxiety and disappointment. Their existence meant he wasn’t actually dead. 

What a pity. 

Dazai heaved a sigh and ran a bandaged hand through his hair. Then paused mid action as he heard steps behind him a distance away. He listened as they shifted closer, the gentle swoosh of clothes and shifting sands; sounds which sent shivers up and down his spine. Unfamiliar emotion curled in the pit of his stomach. Eyes burning, heart hammering. Each breath felt light- yet heavy all at once. Nothing hurt yet he couldn’t get enough air. 

“ Osamu-” 

The voice- that voice- made his breath hitch. He spun on his heel, Dazai began running, sprinting as if someone was dangling death and everything he cherished right in front of him. The cloaked figure was just a few paces- yet to him- it felt like he had run an eternity. 

“- You naughty boy. You’re so impa–”  the words stopped making sense in his head; his mind focused on getting closer and closer. Until he launched his body forward, threw himself and the figure awkwardly into the sand. Crawled up until he could reach, Dazai ripped the hood away just as the first tears spilled from his eyes. 

It was you. 

Just like Dazai remembered; your eyes, your face, your nose, your hair. You were older than your last encounter yet still exactly the same. His heart clenched painfully and he leaned forward, studied every inch of your surprised expression, salvaged each puff of warm breath on his skin. The way tears rolled down your cheeks before they dropped into the sand. His tears. He wanted to scream and be quiet; to jump up and run around the beach and to stay right there and hold you close. To be closer; closer and closer. 

A quiet sob, masked by a hiccup tore through his chest. And your surprised expression took on a kinder look, lips shifting from parted and into a gentle smile. Those lips- before Dazai fully registered it, his lips wore on top of yours, messy and clumsily. An awkward combination of  tongue and teeth. Not sexy at all. But he didn’t care, his heart fluttered and ached in his chest at your taste. And soared when you kissed him back, your hands moving to brush careful fingers through his hair. Finally, his mind grew silent. 

At that moment, the only thing Dazai wished for was that he was dead. That he was truly and honestly dead. He had never wished for that as much as in that moment. That way he could stay here with you. 

Forever. 

“ Osamu you know it’s not the case-” you broke the kiss first, mumbling words he didn’t want to hear. He tried to kiss you again, to make you silent. Just another one, just one more, and just one more. An hour- a second more was all he craved. All he begged for. 

Yet when you pushed him back, his body followed your touch. Flopping down beside you into the warm sand which enveloped him like a hug. Unsurprisingly it didn’t bring him any comfort.  Dazai dropped an arm over his eyes. “ Why?” was all he choked out before his sobs tore through his body, his shoulders shook with every agonizing tear that rolled down his eyes. Why would you make him go back there? To force him to suffer through a human existence. 

He heard you shift, felt your touch and helped you maneuver his body however you wanted. Like a doll- a puppet with its strings cut loose. Dazai felt his head land into something soft- your lap. Then the gentle thread of your fingers through his hair. They paused to massage his scalp then brushed them through the thick strands. Your scent filled Dazai’s senses, inadvertently it calmed him down until he just laid there. Salvaged the moment. Your touch was the only thing that kept him grounded. 

“ You know, you’re an awful kisser” your voice, the lighthearted playful tone, made his lips tug upwards into a smile. 

“ What would you know about kisses?” Dazai shot back instinctively, peeking an eye out from under his arm just to catch sight of your huff and eyeroll. 

“ Enough to know you don’t kiss with teeth!”  

“ Teeth? Don’t know what you’re talking about” he lied as he moved to sit up. 

Dazai’s hand reached up and rested on your cheek, bringing your face closer until your forehead rested against his own. Amber eyes stared into yours, saying so much and so little all at once. Slowly Dazai blinked them shut, a sigh escaped his lips. His breath- coffee and alcohol which a boy his age shouldn’t be drinking filled your senses. A silent plea in them not to make him go back.Just once, just make an exception. 

For him.

Dazai heard you sigh; yet still prayed you’d change your mind. All the while he knew you were too much of a sucker for rules to do that. As your hand rested on his cheek, your thumb brushed the remaining wetness away, he had his answer. 

“Osamu, I told you we’d meet when you’re old. My love until then..” your voice made his heart clench painfully. The thought of another goodbye hurt him more than any stab- or bullet-wound ever could. The kind of ache that went beyond reason, beyond pride. 

If he knew it would make a difference, Dazai would get on his knees and beg. 

But he knew it wouldn’t. Not now, not yet. Leaned forward he brought his lips back to yours. He kept a hand behind your neck, massaging it with his fingers. This kiss was just as messy and inexperienced as the first one but he didn’t care. All he could think about was your taste; sweet like pomegranate, bitter like chocolate. 

The feeling of you so close to him. The sensation of one hand on his shoulder, and the second one rested on top of his, fingers interlocked in the sand. Each kiss was a kiss hello, each breath between a mournful goodbye. Mixing tastes together until Dazai was certain he wouldn’t forget. 

A flavor he would always seek out. 

“Next time we meet you better become a better kisser” you teased, your smile shaky and not quite matching the confident tone. Eyes glossy, lips raw. Your hand shook on top of his, and Dazai gripped it tighter. Holding on, even as he felt the sensation fade. 

“ I will; I promise you my Belladonna. And then I’ll teach you all about it.” Dazai’s voice was quiet, gentle, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face. Trailed out your features, under your eyes. Ghosted one final time over your lips before dropping away.  

“ I’m gonna hold you to it” 

The light warm sensation, the airy freedom faded into agonizing pain. Each nerve-ending, each cell screamed at him in agony. In protest. His mind was a hazy mess of drugs and sedatives that barely dulled the physical torture. And yet it could not compare to the agony in his chest- the heartache that out ached each and every physical wound on his beaten, mortal body. A body that just would not die; a body that kept getting up over and over again. Day in and day out.  Much to his dismay.  

“Tell me Dazai, why is it you wish to die?”

“ Lets turn that question around. Is there really any value to this thing we call ‘living’?”

Author note: I hope you enjoyed this fic or in the very least tolerated it enough not to hate me for it. I had hoped to manage to write the other prompts in the series before publishing this one but life kinda got in the way. So please enjoy this while I go get my ass kicked by school.

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Hyrule Warriors Masterlist

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Ganondorf

the world is (y)ours - oneshot

Shiek

shiek's darling rejecting her for zelda - headcanons

Impa

dating impa - headcanons

Lana

lana teaching her s/o how to use magic - headcanons

Linkle

first kiss with linkle - headcanons

Ghirahim

let me have a taste - oneshot

Tetra

teased by tetra - drabble

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once upon a memory | (botw) link x reader

synopsis | the sheikah slate contains more than just memories of princess zelda

cw | basically angst, no comfort, mentions of death

word count | 555

note | sorry for the angst i was listening to minecraft music

Link sat against a tree, fiddling with the Sheikah slate in his hands. He recalled Impas words, telling him to visit the areas shown in the photos in hopes that it would trigger a memory. Easier said than done, he thought to himself, already feeling tired at the thought of traveling all of Hyrule to get back his memories.

He scrolled through the album, hoping one of them would trigger a memory. He noticed all of the pictures were of scenery. He didn’t recognize any of the areas shown in the photos, he had no clue where these were even taken. Having been asleep for a hundred years gave the land time to change, who knew if the areas still even looked the same. It wasn’t until he reached the last photo that he saw a person.

The person was kneeling on the floor, reaching out to touch a single white and blue flower. They looked at the camera with a slightly shocked expression, likely having been caught off guard. For the first time since Link had woken up he felt a sense of familiarity.

Who were you and why did you make his heart ache?

For a brief moment he could’ve sworn he heard you call his name. The sound of your laughter flooded his ears and suddenly he was there with you.

“This is my first time seeing one!” You beamed, crouching down to get a better look at the flower. “Silent Princess, a beautiful name for a beautiful flower.”

“It truly is beautiful, I just hope we figure out how to domesticate them before they go extinct.” Zelda mumbled, tapping on the Sheikah slate before handing it off to Link. “Perhaps if we extract some samples from the soil..” Zelda began to mumble again before walking around the area, staying close by.

As Link held the Sheikah slate in his hands an idea came to mind. Switching to the camera function he stealthily held up the slate so you were within frame. Feeling the air had gone quiet you look up, only to spot Link snapping a photo of you with a small smile.

Quickly you stand up and rush to his side. “Hey! Delete that! At least give me a heads up when you take a photo!”

The memory left as quick as it came. Link blinks, feeling tears stream down his cheeks. Why was he crying? Did you mean that much to him that a simple memory was enough to bring him to tears?

He quickly wiped the tears away, but more took their place. Memories of a person he doesn’t know but his soul longed for, he didn’t know how to handle the feeling, so he let the tears fall. A moment that had once been precious to him was left to be forgotten by him; how could he let that happen?

More tears came as his mind raced with thoughts of you alone after he fell. It’s obvious with how he was feeling that you were important to him and he quickly grew angry at himself for forgetting you. How dare he forget about you, how dare he let you die during that battle-

Wait, you died?

The thought of you not surviving the calamity made his heart ache and the worst part was he couldn’t remember why.

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May I request a link where he and you are relaxing after you gave birth to your first babeh?

In Your Heart (Adult Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺! 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The exhaustion has yet to fade. After hours and hours. After bright blue skies disappeared into a painting of lovely oranges and gorgeous pinks. And even after those skys started to a dark, dark-colored sky with lovely white freckles all across the world. You spent all those hours beneath a blanket. Curled up for all the snacks and drinks you could want at your disposal. Without any single care left in the world.

   And still, the exhaustion has yet to fade.

  In fact, you suspect it won’t go away for a while. For days even. Every bone in your feels tired. Your heart- which has finally slowed down enough to give you peace- still beats enough to diminish everyone’s worries and fears. But right now, you struggle to do little more than turn your head and mumble your words. Even opening your eyes for more than a second is quite the struggle you’re not prepared to take on just yet. But for now, that’s more than alright. For now, that’s more than okay. Because for every single slow and calm second you use for your recovery…

  “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

  …there’s your husband at your side, encouraging you to take ten more.

  “Mmm,” You let out a soft hum at the sound of Link’s voice. His honey-covered compliments and his sugarcoated words of praise never fail to make you feel all fuzzy and loved and perfect inside. Your mind doesn’t quite want to form words at the moment. But it has just enough strength to let you smile and smile and smile at the feeling of lips being pressed against your cheek. The warm touch of another after a hard couple of hours of nonstop work. It’s as blessed as blessed can be. “Hmmm…”

  Your existence earns you another kiss on the cheek. But this one is followed by a kiss on the nose too, before Link goes back to resting at your side and speaking to you in whispers. You don’t quite hear what he’s saying to you. But his words and his tones and his actions and his voice are all so gentle. You’re sure it’s nothing new. At least, nothing worth focusing more on than the feeling of Link reaching out his arms to wrap one around your shoulders and to place a hand on your stomach. Because it’s in that moment that he decides to lean down and kiss the spot just below where his hand falls. Rubbing at the plush skin that used to protect your child from the rest of the world. Used to. 

  “I love you both.” He utters into your skin. His voice is barely above a whisper. Barely above a murmur. But you’d like to think that your baby heard and felt every single word that their father just said. Even if they’re in the other room, being cleaned up and fed by Auntie Impa and Godmother Zelda, you like to think that your baby knows those words by heart. If they don’t yet, that’s okay too. “I love you both so much…”

  You know your he’ll say those words more than enough times around the two of you. 

  “Link…” You mumble out his name, reaching out your hand toward him. From your spot laying on your back, the action of raising your hand out to him and resting your fingers in his hair takes very little effort. And so, with as much energy as you muster, you try your best to open your eyes and take in the first good look at the man you married all those years ago- now turned father. “Hi…”

  It’s not much, but you’re able to speak to him with a sleepy smile and an even sleepier greeting. The best you can manage is a half-lidded stare. Where everything looks so blurry and so fuzzy and so soft. Even the handsome look on your husband’s face is starting to look a little more cute than anything else. But it’s okay. You can hear him just fine. You can feel him just fine too. And that’s all that matters now. That’s all that matters because that’s good enough for you.

  Especially now that he’s reaching out with those warm, warm hands of yours and cupping your cheeks and stroking your skin with all the care in the world. And even though you’re too tired to see quite straight and your mind is too exhausted to think even straighter than that, you’re still able to make out the expression on his face. The kind eyes. The proud smile. The hint of laughter on his lips. The spark of joy written all over his face. 

  The two of you are parents now. Parents. Parents to a healthy little baby with a gorgeous set of lungs and stomach ready to eat. And you couldn’t have been prouder. You couldn’t have been prouder of him too. 

  Because not once did he ever leave your side. Not once did he ever doubt you. For every push, he held your hand. For every scream, he squeezed you tight. For every second that you thought you couldn’t do it- for every second you thought you couldn’t make it- he told you that you could. He told you that you were a fighter- a better one than he could ever be. A stronger one than he thought he could ever meet. And when that wasn’t enough, he let you shout and scream and cry and squeeze his hand to your’s content. Telling you that every moment of pain he felt would be worth it if it meant getting you up the hill and through the battle. Absolutely worth it.

  And even when your firstborn child was delivered, he still opted to stay at your side for as long as he possibly could. Only leaving your side occasionally to check on the baby and to take care of his own needs. But before you knew it, you would open your tired eyes to find Link slipping into the covers right beside you. Cuddling you up and cuddling you close as the two enjoyed these quiet moments of complete and utter peace. For the exhaustion has yet to fade for the both of you. And you have a feeling it isn’t going anywhere, anytime soon. But right now, that’s alright. That’s okay. You’re happy you get to have these last couple of moments of bliss before diving into parenthood. You’re happy you get to have these last couple of moments of peace before entering into a new chapter of your life. But most of all?

  You’re just happy to enjoy these last couple of moments of love together before making sure there’s the perfect amount of room for two in your heart. 

[mattalit]

A Hundred Years’ Wait

Link x m!Reader

CW: angst, death

Link often found himself reminded that, after one hundred years, the world he knew had been drowned in fire—and then reborn again, the same and different together. He was almost thankful for his own forgetfulness and missing memories, but ever since he had awoken, he could almost feel the soft thrum of a deep, stagnant memory… but try as he might—and try he did—he couldn’t remember. But what good was remembering when Hyrule threatened extinction?

Of course, the nagging thrum never truly went away, and in moments alone, he could feel the very edge of his past life in his mind. He would reach for it and grasp helplessly, but it was always out of reach, as tantalizing as the ocean to a man lost at sea, yearning for a sip of water. 

It doesn’t matter, he would tell himself. It doesn’t matter. But it did matter, and it plagued his subconscious. At night, in his dreams, he would see that face, but he could never remember in the mornings. 

A hero, though, has no time for forcing memories, and his mission had already begun: find Impa. 

The ride to Kakariko Village took three days, of which the final day was filled with dark clouds and rain. It was dreary weather and Link would rather be holed up somewhere warm, but when duty calls, he answers. He must find Impa. 

He tried not to be intimidated by the looming gates of Kakariko, but it had been so long since he had been here that familiarity seemed harsh, unfamiliar, as though déjà vu met the uncanny. Real, and yet, unreal. 

The sad atmosphere of the village didn’t help, either. There were no children running around as he remembered, and the adults he did see were sluggish. There seemed to be both an overcast in the weather and in the minds of the villagers. He felt as though he was infiltrating a great mourning period.

He hesitated within inaction, glancing around the seeable parts of the village. I have no choice, he realized, unless I turn back, but he knew that was not truly an option.

Link slid off of Epona and patted her flank. “Don’t run off, girl,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Epona nudged his hand as if telling him to hurry up and go, so he turned away and began down the path to the village’s center. 

He pushed away his discomfort with the stares he received from the white-haired populace. I am obviously an outsider, he thought, but he didn’t allow the feeling to dissuade him. He forced his shoulders back and continued on his downward path.

Once he had reached the village center, Link’s eyes scanned up a staircase and up the wooden structure. This must be it, he thought. 

At the gate, he was stopped by a white-haired man in the garb of the Sheikah.

“Sir, you cannot pass…” The man paused, looking down at Link. His tone turned from hardened to confused. “Is that… is that a Sheikah slate?”

Link pulled out the Sheikah slate.

“It is! I’m so sorry, you must hurry up to Impa.” The man stepped to the side. As Link took the first step, he was stopped again. “Oh, and please be respectful. A beloved elder is at his end of days. Impa is with him now. You will find her in the main room.”

Ah, Link thought, that explains this place’s looming sadness.

At the top of the stairs, he paused at the doors. He could feel that nagging thrum of remembrance return, but he had made it too far to stop in an attempt to think. 

Link pushed open the double doors, revealing moderate-sized room. He scanned the walls, taking in scrolls and pictures on the left and right before settling his sight in the center. There stood a short older woman with a large hat next to an older gentleman in a chair. He has seen better days, Link thought.

“My life is fading, Lady Impa,” the man said sadly. 

Link froze. We know that voice, the nagging thrum said, and it was right. He did know that voice—from one hundred years ago. But from what?

Impa looked to the doors and recognition passed through her face. “Link?” she asked. She did not move from her spot next to the man, whose face remained unchanged. 

That face… he remembered that face.

Link took a step forward.

It had seen the years in a way Link’s own had not, but he was still recognizable under the wrinkles and sun spots and the wispy, white beard. 

Link took another step forward.

He remembered that face younger and in battle, holding determination and his sword as though they were a light weight. 

“It has been a long time,” the old man said, “since I have last seen you, swordsman.”

Link remembered that voice when it was still hindered with the naiveté and ego of youth, but now the scars of wisdom and diplomacy could be heard and felt.

“(M/N),” Link greeted. “It has been far too long.”

And Link could feel the full weight of time come crashing down, and he could feel the soft thrum of remembrance grow and grow as finally, finally, he remembered. 

(M/N), a Knight of Hyrule, a protector of the royal family, and an adventurer. (M/N), his sparring partner, his friend, and—dare he say it?—his lover. 

Like a symphony, he could remember all the hours spent training, the days spent adventuring in the wilderness, the late nights and early mornings, all spent together, and in anguish and in fear, he stared upon that wrinkled face, and the wispy white hair so different from its younger (H/C), and the fragile body, and Link finally realized how long he had been gone, how much he had missed, and how much he could never, ever get back. 

Link kneeled in front of (M/N); he hardly noticed Impa back away.

For a moment, (M/N) just stared. “I am dying, Link,” he said. “But I have held on for you. I always knew you would be back.”

Link did not respond, but he could feel a tear slip down his cheek. He had lost so much time, and there was nothing he could do. He had never felt so helpless. 

“The sands of time are cruelest to heroes,” (M/N) mumbled. He placed his hand softly on Link’s face, his thumb tracing his cheekbone, wiping away his tear.  “But you are as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

Link placed his own hand over (M/N)’s. He could feel that familiar thrum, and he begged himself to remember more—and he did. He remembered the night a week before his fall, the last time he had seen (M/N), where he had held (M/N)’s hand in the same way. 

I will be gone when you wake up, he had whispered.

Must you leave so late? he had been asked.

I have a duty to the Princess.

I suppose I cannot keep you. I will see you when you get back.

(M/N)’s hand was weaker and more weathered than when he had left him, but a hundred years had passed, and nothing these days was as he remembered.

I have been gone for so long, he thought, and he couldn’t fight down his own distress and anger and helplessness as he realized, all against my will.

“I am glad you have come, Link,” (M/N) said, “but our time together now ends.”

“Wait,” Link pleaded.

“I have held on as long as I can.” (M/N) took a shambling breath. “But time has been cruel to us.”

(M/N)’s hand dropped from Link’s face, but Link caught it and laid it across the old man’s lap. He could feel his own sweltering tears pool together. 

He felt Impa’s small hand be placed on his shoulder, and he half-registered her voice telling him, “He will not wake up again.”

[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.

[thezoraprince]

“Will You Marry Me?” - Sidon x reader

“I have no idea how to word this and I’m so sorry if it’s a bad request but randomly I just thought of Sidon and hylian reader being friends when they were younger and Sidon asking her to marry him or something (the zora way), and she just responds with “if you can ask me that same question in a hundred years, I’ll marry you” and then they meet up again a hundred years later cause we started traveling with link and now they are sitting in the same spot and Sidon asks the same question😭 I know this is really bad but like” - anon

oh. mY. GOD! THE FEELS!! the friendship. the passing of time. everything. everything about this request is great. trust me, you did the lord’s work here by sending this in :’)

i had this all written out, and wanted to wait to post this one tomorrow. however, i’m feeling emotional tonight, and i felt posting it was needed.

i hope you enjoy (because this one is probably one of my favorites) <333

y/n - your name

“When we’re old enough, will you marry me?”

you were just kids

play pretending around the Bank of Wishes

but he wasn’t playing at the moment

he was serious about his statement

“Sidon… Zora’s age a little differently than Hylians…”

“I know…”

you sighed

“If you can ask me that again in a hundred years, I will.”

Sidon laughed

he knew your answer would have been different if Hylian’s and Zora’s aged the same

however, he also knew that you were both too young to get married regardless

time passed 

things changed

but your friendship never faded

never

but then

you were put into stasis

Purah and Impa thought it was best, since you were technically helping Link on his quest to save Hyrule

you wake up in a foggy haze

hardly remembering anything 

‘Where am I?’

as you venture along though, your memories start to return

even before you remember Sidon and Zora’s Domain, you’re heading that way

because your body just… leads you

it remembers the things you don’t

and here you are

standing in the domain’s center

hoping that someone could lead you in the right direction

lead you to remembering why you’re here

and there’s Sidon

Vah Ruta had already been taken care of

and he was running his daily errands

when he sees you, he drops EVERYTHING in his arms

he runs to you

wrapping his arms so tightly around your body

as if you’d been missing for a century

to him, though, you had been

“Y/n!”

he’s holding you so tightly

tears streaming down his cheeks and into your hair

you’re still trying to remember

but his touch feels so familiar to you

the Zoras in the area are starting 

but Sidon doesn’t care

“I’m so happy you’re safe.”

it takes some time to re-familiarize yourself with the domain

and Sidon is more than happy to help you regain your memories

he’s so understanding

and patient

oH HYLIA this man is patient

he tells you stories of your past

and stories of after you’d left

he makes everything seem so crystal clear

and once you fully regain a sense of self

and once your memories have returned

you remember what he said all those years ago

but you don’t say anything

because you know he couldn’t possibly remember something so small and silly

but still

you find yourselves sat at the Bank of Wishes

wading your feet in the water

your head laying against Sidon’s arm

and he smiles at you

“You know I love you, right?”

and you smile with a light, cheerful laugh

“I do.”

and he’s silent for a moment

he stares out into the water, thinking

“Do you remember what I asked the last time we were here? I’m sure it’s a bit fuzzy, but I wan—”

“I remember, Sidon.”

and his focus shifts to you

his eyes are wide

and he looks as if he’s seen a ghost

“I remember it well, actually. I remember the lotus flowers being in full bloom, just like they are now; how clear the sky was; how… how young we were…”

he’s silent still

“I remember.”

“Good.”

your focus on the water now 

you’re half expecting him to make a joke about how young and naive the both of you were

but

he doesn’t

“My feelings for you haven’t faded, you know…”

and you simply nod, still staring at the waves in the river

he caresses your face

“Y/n…”

you turn to face him

and his eyes gleaming from the sunlight’s reflection on the water

he stares at you for just a moment before placing his lips on yours

he’s soft

he’s warm

inviting

he pulls away slowly, his hand still placed on your cheek

“Is your answer still the same?”

you don’t speak

he knows your answer

but he still wants to ask

“Y/n, will you marry me?”