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nocturnalfandomartist · 5 months

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❤️ How Far I Will Follow You ❤️

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SKYWARD SWORD MY BELOVED!!! (Click for better quality)

I totally remembered it was today and had this prepared. 100%. Regardless, this game gives me so many feelings ;_; Have a dramatic doodle!

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prankprincess123 · 9 months

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Hylia: *lost her lover fighting Demise* *reincarnates her Hero and creates a mortal form for herself so they can live happily ever after together*

Demise: *Becomes Ganon/Ganondorf and curses all three of them to be reincarnated and fight in an endless cycle for all eternity*

HyliaZELDA: ...wait! No! What? This isn't how this was supposed to go!

#loz #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #10s plot summaries with X #goddess hylia #hylia's chosen hero #loz demise #zelda #link #ganon #ganondorf #hylink #zelink

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manias-wordcount · 2 years

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How about some jealousy headcanons for the Links? 👀

Adult Link Jealousy HCs!

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Skyward Sword:

One word: pouty.

If he thinks someone is taking all your attention from him, well…

He’s quick to do something tricky about it

And it’s probably going to be something physical too

Grabbing your hand while you’re talking to pull your attention back onto him

Wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder

Sometimes he even pulls you away from a conversation if he’s really annoyed

All little childish things that you have to scold him for later

But how could you ignore him?? And how could you get mad at him too??

I mean,,, look at that sweet little face,,,,

Ocarina of Time

Not really the jealous type in my opinion BUT

When he is, it’s kind of subtle and very contained

Obviously, his s/o is a very desirable person so of course, people are going to want you

He was the same way when he met you after all

Overall he was pretty mature for his age when he was younger so it definitely carries when he’s older

Like he went through so much as a kid so once he grows up for real, he probably learned to manage extreme feelings like jealousy and all that

But when someone is making the moves on you and you don’t realize it, he’ll prob start feeling some sort of way

The entire time he’ll have some sort of annoyed look on his face LOL (smth cute hehe)

Might even “unknowingly” move closer to you as an intimation tactic

But nothing too extreme or out there- just something you can tease him about later

Twilight Princess

Wolf boy here is territorial as fuck and you can’t tell me otherwise

There’s really two types of behavior he shows when he’s jealous

One,,, when someone who he KNOWS he shouldnt be jealous of is getting too close

Queue a whole bunch of huffing and puffing and AUDIBLE eye-rolling

Maybe even a grumpy silent treatment afterward with his arms crossed and shit until you pay him attention and play with his hair

Two,,,, when someone he doesn’t care about starts moving in on you

He’ll definitely start doing out of pocket shit like growling or baring his teeth like he’s still an animal

Might even flex his status or muscles or even draw attention to his sword to show that He's Alpha™️ or whatever

It’s the dog brain in him but it’s what you signed up for in the end hehe

Just expect to be held and cuddled like there’s no tomorrow while he’s trying to calm down

Breath of the Wild

1000000% physical

The jealously might not show up on his face but it’s there trust me

Probably gets better AND worse after you both wake up 100 years later

Better because he knows he’s not going to lose you to some chump who has no idea what the two of you been through

But also worse because he’s human and if at any point you wanted to find someone to live a normal life that he couldn’t offer as the Chosen Hero, he wouldn’t blame you

He’ll need constant reassurance and support because the whole calamity situation to be honest

But will find a way to bring you closer to himself rather than the person flirting with you

Expect his arm always around your waist or shoulder at all points in the day

And he will sabotage any and all competition with a blank face.

Just remember to scold him about proper remote denotation bombs usage as he covers you in kisses and holds you tight

BONUS Hylia’s Chosen Hero:

COCKY BASTARD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I will die on this hill

Probably quick to jealously but if you tell him to lay off he will bc he’s whipped

One look at this fool and I can tell he’s an asshole to the world

Sweetheart to his girl though

Let’s the whole world know y’all are together

Prepare to be wearing his cape when he’s not wearing it so you both look and smell like him

If someone DOES try to get with you in front of him, he’ll be blunt about the confrontation

Smth arrogant like “They don’t want you.” or “Don’t touch things that aren’t yours.”

He gets away with it all the time because he’s literally the hero

Just don’t be afraid if he uses tongue when kissing you out in public - he’s just sick nasty like that

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summertimemusician · 6 months

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Linktober (Shadow) 2023

Spirit

Welp turns out my exam season throughly steam rolled through my general Linktober plans, so you get this VERY late thing for now folks who find this, at least until I decide whether to continue this until I finish it even though it's no longer Linktober or if I'll make whatever other stories come later their own thing after exam season is over (mostly because the original for this one is my preferred draft, and that I feel the one for the Link/Dark Link prompt would be kind of wasted if it just sat there collecting dust cause I worked hard on the tension and horror there lord darn it, along with a few others mainly involving Fae Hyrule, Twilight, Time, First, among other Links like Legend, Sky, Warriors, just all of the boys, I wanted to give them all proper spotlight and still want to do that in any way I can). Welp. *Downs coffee like a shot* Also really need to find out how to make a Masterlist on mobile, figure out how AO3 works and answer asks.

Anyway, not really any warnings this time besides Reader Not Being Okay (par the course really) and angst.

As always can be read as either romantic or platonic, Reader is gender neutral on purpose, technically is meant to be read as either Hero's Shade Time x Reader or First x Reader mainly, but you can interpret it as any Link really lol

Good reading!

This corner of Faron Woods was quiet this time of year.

The woods were solemn in this Hyrule, the sliver of moonlight barely enough of a guide through the mist, it was silent but for the soft padding of animals through the underbrush and the howl of a wolf in the distance (not Wolfie's, not musical enough). The stars were your only company as you were separated from the group, the air was cold agaisnt your skin as you attempted to find your way.

Being alone in the forests of Hyrule never spelled anything good for anyone, but as you felt the brush of a hand tenderly twined in yours, the ghost of leather and the faint clinking of steel, and a faint glow of pale gold and ivory cutting through the veil of the night, mindful of roots you may trip onto and never flickering too far out of sight you couldn't feel safer, even if instead something like melancholy threatened to lock your throat with the chains of silence, you felt as warm as the soft twilight glow and as frigid as ice, frostburned with the bitter cold of your own warring emotions.

You can't help but chuckle a bit whille holding a old scabbard close to your heart, it's a wry sound, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

There is no answer, of course there isn't, but you don't mind, you know he'll listen, thorns wrap around your heart and crawl up your throat, the smell of lilies and steel coats and sticks in your throat like honey, or maybe blood, "... I didn't think you'd show up, you know? I always considered the possibility but..." You trail off, you feel something brush your side, you can only see him in the corner of your eyes or with a passing glance, there but not, existing but gone, so you keep your eyes on the road and in the flicker of light, so you carefully don't look to your side, you don't think you could contain the shaking in your heart otherwise, to stare at inevitability and prophecy, "... I know, I know you're fine. At least for now, I apologize for all the trouble I gave you."

'It's alright. It could never be a hardship aiding you.', the voice echoes in your ears, and you swallow thickly, breath hitching, the warmth of the sun in the fields of Hyrule, the wind caressing your hair, the song of the animals in Faron Woods, someone holding you carefully, fondly. The warmth of your hand in his. Not really here, but not gone either, more feeling than true echo.

You chuckle, and try to pretend it's not a bit breathless, something like a wounded keen, "... You're too kind. Too, too kind, thank you."

Spirits in Hyrule never spell anything good, in this wild land of light and shadow in a gestalt of divinity. There are some exceptions though, even if it hurts to witness then. So you follow him through the dark, certain that as you've guided his way once, he'll lead you now to where you need to go.

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... The clearing he leads you to is open, but by no means truly quiet among the trees, there is no peace to be found for the armored skeleton here. You choke on sorrow, on unfinished business, on the cruelty of being brought to ruin and being denied peace, and you stumble towards the familiar figure, almost in a trance as your vision blurs, roots and thorny vines wrap over rusted armor and a thorn cape, the skeleton's void sockets piercing through your soul, illuminated by the solemn gaze of the wretched moon and it's uncaring maids of honor in the stars.

You fall to your knees near the decaying skeleton, biting back against the wounded sound that attempts to leave your throat with enough strenght to bleed, you lay the scabbard by his side with a bouquet of lilies and shiver at the gentle, phantom touch, so soft, so loving it almost leads you to ruin all over again.

'... It's foolish to grieve for someone who isn't gone yet.' the thought comes to you, yet you can't help it. You still hurt for him, you still hold onto the fury at the heavens themselves for denying them quietus. For denying them rest over and over and over again. To watch this cycle and be helpless to stop it all due to the will of uncaring gods.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Denied full rest over and over again, to watch the chance at rest to the kindest of souls found in this world you found yourself in.

You barely register the touch to your cheek, ephemeral as it is, as you can't help but shed tears, can't help but grieve. Because if you don't, who will?

You know by now that some wounds can never heal, some rifts can never be mended. Even with the guarantee of cyclic, eternal rebirth, some things never return to how they were. And reminding yourself of this inevitability to them will never not hurt, even if you know it's futile to blame anyone but the one god who started this, and maybe the goddess who stood complacent to it. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that it'll one day come to this, that the frost of death and the sharpness of pain will leave a mark the sands of time can't scar over.

You reach a trembling hand towards the one in your cheek, try to find catharsis in the remains of decayed, dead yet ever eternal, ever growing love. And you breathe.

'We'll meet again. So do not mourn for me, please.'

You don't think you could deny him if you tried. Not when you know he's trying to soothe you, to thaw your sorrow. To allow your heart's healing to fallow.

"We will, I know. I'm sorry for making you worry." You chuckle, leaning into the cold, trying to brand the memory of the shadowed, but not gone love given to you so you can return it in kind. Just until you meet again, just until you can give all you can to his not yet decomposing self, grasping onto what remains of him, "I love you."

'I love you too. Until we meet again.'

The cold is gone, the echo of love leaves. And you breathe, and pretend you don't feel empty.

(When you see Link again, reuniting with the Chain on the next day's twilight. You hug him as tight as you can, and hope you he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes. And that you don't feel the lingering traces of a frigid embrace.

When no one is looking, you wave goodbye to the shade. And pray he dreams of warmer days until he finds quietus.)

#linked universe x reader #hero's shade x reader #linked universe time x reader #first x reader #hylia's chosen hero x reader #first link x reader #also know as What Happens When Summer Watches Corpse Bride after Playing MJM #I'll never not be emotional about the Hero's Shade and how it's an inevitability that Time will always die relatively young #how First died alone in the surface and likely never got a proper burial #And the fact we never learn what happens to the heroes after the task is done and THE ONE INSTANCE #we do is to learn they died young in some manner (ex Time. The Link before Hyrule. First.#Probably Twilight if we go by the theory Wolfie in BOTW is a spirit sent to help Wild #Technically pre calamity Wild because losing your memories is technically death of identity although that's for another story #and related to Lost #Most of the more effective LoZ games present themselves as either dark fairy tales and I'm running with that concept #Plus it's literally LEGEND of Zelda. Hardly do things end well for protagonists in actual legends and mythology involving gods #I think I have a right to worry #Anyway I'll probably elaborate more later because I'm tired lol #gotta perish to tackle studying and THEN be free to start on the pages long LU/LoZ essays /jk #unless?#we'll see #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #this short fic was also brought to you by the death holiday we have here in my country because it always makes me sad #and thinking of the Hero's Shade and what happens to First basically made it Depression times 100 lol

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dreaming-of-lu · 1 year

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Hello!

I really liked one of your works, where First overheard reader talking to themselves and I was wondering if you could make a continuation for it. Thank you:)

A/N: Hiya! Glad to know you liked it! Hope you enjoy this! also a tag to @my-insanity-is-an-artform , come get yer tall glass of water!

First made you feel so many things at once. A truly, kind gentleman that others dreamed of in a significant other. Daring, dashing, a warrior and all. Enough to make anyone tongue-tied, staring up at him with wide eyes as he towered over them. His etiquette made the village girls giggle behind their hands.

First was the textbook definition of what a true hero was. Though, there were some downsides to this. Sometimes, the man was clueless in not understanding that he came off more than he thought. His charisma was a death sentence, a blessing, and a pain, all tied together in a pretty bow.

"He's not good for me, for my health," you muttered, "seriously, him and his blue puppy eyes, what am I thinking?"

You glared into the champagne glass while taking small glances at First, standing beautifully in the middle of a circle of women and men. The lights on the chandelier made him ethereal, drawing your gaze back at him; no matter how much you forced yourself to look away, he always seemed to drag them back onto him.

First was beautiful, there's no denying that; pale blonde wind-swept bangs that begged for your hands to play with, pale eyelashes over icy blues that were powerful and intense with a glance but were so soft whenever they landed on you. Wait, he was looking at you.

"You might wanna go save our dear friend from their clutches," a voice piped up beside you. It sounded distant to your ears cause all you could see was those blues drawing you into its sea.

First gives a shy smile before one of the women in the circle grabs onto his arm, drawing his attention away. A strong emotion came forth, deep from within,

"Hold my glass real quick; I'll be right back," shoving the glass into their hands without looking back as you walked into the circle, gently grabbing First hand.

"First," why did you sound breathless? His eyes went to you, silent appreciation in his eyes that made your skin tingle and your heart pound stronger than ever before. Swallowing thickly, you turned to the circle, silently cheering in your head as they looked at you with vague disgust and upset at your sudden appearance.

'He's not a fucking toy.' You thought bitterly.

"Apologies to you, ladies and gentlemen, but there is something that requires Sir Link's attention at this instant."

Turning on your heel with First hand in yours, you lead him away from the vulture's sight.

"Dear," it sounded so distant with how hard your heart was pounding and the blood rushing through your ears.

'How dare they? Treat him as if he's a trophy, a toy for them to play. Only wanting him for his looks and not understanding the sacrifices he had to make. Damnit, First, you and your smoochable face.'

A rough palm with such gentleness roused you from your ranting thoughts. Worried blues stared into you, peeling back every anger, concern, disgust, and jealousy spinning on its axis to an abrupt halt.

"What about my smoochable face?"

What?

"Huh?" You blinked as the proud, tall-standing hero shrunk underneath your gaze, reducing into a flustered mess, rubbing the back of his neck and averting your eyesight.

"My apologies, you said my smoochable face, and I-"

"And you what," your voice breathily shrill. The quietness is loud that the sound of a needle could be heard dropping onto the ground.

"I- um, may or may not have," First clears his throat, inhaling deeply, "overheard you from before when you were ranting about me and my face."

First grimaced at the sight of your face.

Oh.

Oh, this was seriously going to be a long conversation.

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse x reader #lu first x reader #.bea's writing #first hero x reader #hylia's chosen hero #link x reader #linked universe #woooww i finally got out my writers block #had no idea where i was going with this #but it's done #ending may be a bit nyeh

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alasse-earfalas · 7 months

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[deletes entirety of previous post] you know what screw it imma just post the entire first chapter to entice you all.

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“You know who I am, don’t you?”

Batreaux’s smile faltered. “I’m, not sure what you mean? You’re Link, the human who helped me become one.”

Link shook his head. “I mean before. Before Skyloft.”

“Before…?” Batreaux wrung his hands together nervously. “Well, I… I suppose, that, you, do resemble, someone, from, well…” His shoulders dropped. With a plaintive look he sat beside Link. After a moment of thoughtful quiet, he attempted a smile and said, “If it, makes you feel any better, I… I couldn’t recognize you.”

“You recognize me now?”

Batreaux wrung his hands some more. “Well, you’re older now, and, you were much taller then, so…” He sighed. “Link, I try to not look to our pasts. It was a dark, terrible time, and you and I both did some dark, terrible things.” He put a hand on Link’s shoulder. “We are who we are now, not then. You are my friend. You are Link, husband to Gaepora’s daughter, devoted to your wife and a loving father to your little ones. You are strong and kind and good. Charitable. A friend to those in need.”

Link swallowed. “Have I ever told you that I’ve wanted to kill myself since I was a boy?”

Batreaux gasped. “Link, no!”

Link looked away from him. “I always felt like there was something wrong with me, some inner darkness that I… just couldn’t shake. And now I know why.”

“You should be proud of that,” said Batreaux. “It means you’ve truly changed. You’re a greater man now than you ever were then.”

“Greater,” Link echoed scornfully. “Tell me, does a ‘greater man’ go to any lengths necessary to—” he faltered, “—murder his own brothers?”

Batreaux scoffed. “Hardly worthy to be called your brothers, with what they did to you. Not to mention how they treated the rest of us. I’d call your scheming against them a liberation plot, if anything.” He smiled briefly, but it faded when he saw that it had no effect. “You, do know why you changed, don’t you?”

Link shook his head. “Besides scheming to get my hands on the Triforce by any means necessary, no. Not really.”

“You did it for us,” said Batreaux. “For monsters who wanted to leave the demon tribe, but, didn’t know we could. When you didn’t kill Hylia—” Batreaux caught his misstep, but continued anyway. “—even though you could have, even though the other Demon Lords wanted you to, demanded that you do it—when you chose to spare her, that sent a message to the rest of us. We didn’t have to follow the evil that made us! We could make our own choices, become something new! Yes, Hylia’s grace made the initial transformations possible, but you’re the one who inspired us to want to become something different, to become the first humans. You’re our hero—” He choked up. “You’re my hero, Link. You’re the reason humanity exists, the reason any of us thought we could change at all. That’s who you are, who you’ve always been. Please, my friend, don’t ever forget that.”

Link chewed on his friend’s words. Leaned into the open arm that was offered him. “Thank you.”

After some time they parted ways, each returning to his home. Link walked in his front door to find Zelda wrestling with the triplets and trying (without much success) to herd the rest of them.

“Daddy!” one of the children cried, and began a stampede of little feet in his direction. Link laughed and offered himself as the family jungle gym, meeting Zelda’s grateful eyes a few times. “Have you been giving your mom trouble? Huh?” He grabbed one of them and blew a raspberry on him.

His little boy squealed in delight. “No!” he insisted.

“Oh really? Maybe I should ask your mom about that.”

“No!” he cried with a giggling smile.

Later on when the kids were in bed, Link watched his wife change into her bedclothes. He grabbed her blouse off the floor when she dropped it, his heart warmed by the way it draped over her rounded belly.

“You were melancholic this morning,” she whispered. “Is everything alright?”

Link gazed into his lover’s eyes. Brushed a calloused hand down her cheek. “I remember when your eyes were gold,” he replied.

He was surprised at her reaction. “How could… How do you know that?”

So she didn’t remember. He was relieved. He exhaled softly and kissed her forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered, for a million reasons he wouldn’t name.

“Link?”

He took her hands in his, pressed their palms together. “I don’t want you to remember,” he said. “Not until this adventure is through. I am your Link; you are my Zelda. That’s all I care about now.”

Still with a worried look, she pressed into him for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her.

“I remember when yours were red.”

Link swallowed hard and clutched her tighter. “For how long?”

“Does it matter? You’re my Link. I’m your Zelda. We don’t need our old names anymore.”

Link remembered his. “Heretic,” he whispered.

Zelda looked into his eyes. “Hylia,” she whispered back.

It was a relief to hear her say it. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers.

“Now can we forget about them and go back to living our life, as it is now?”

He nodded. Hands either side of her abdomen, thinking of their children, how much he loved each and every one of them, and how dearly he loved his wife. He thought of the friends he had: Groose, Fledge, Pipit, Batreaux, the entire community of Skyloft. This life was a happy one, and it was his. Built up over time by fate and his own decisions.

Maybe Batreaux was right. Maybe he really had changed.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They shared a warm kiss, then crawled under the covers and fell asleep.

[chapter 2]

#legend of zelda #writing #alasse writes #first hero #first link #first hero link #fierce deity link #fierce deity #skyward sword #zelink #ss zelink #hylia's chosen hero #loz hylia #goddess hylia #hylia #fierce deity x hylia #lu sky

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lady-delamort · 9 months

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Zelink Week 2023 Day 7: Free Day! 💕

My hero...

The final drawing for the Legend of Zelda theme week! ⚔️✨ Thank you all so much for supporting my Zelink drawings! 💚💖

It was my first time participating for the ship and even though I'm a bit behind, I'm happy that I completed 👉🏻👈🏻

Have a nice day!💐✨

DAY 6

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theangelicstoryteller · 7 months

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Healing Hands

Pairing: HyLink Raiting: E Words: 6,901 Summary:

Link is injured after a battle with Demise's forces. Hylia knows a way to heal both his aches and pains as well as his bones. And while her touch heals his injuries, there is another condition that arises she can assist Link with…

This is for Day 9 of Linktober: Diety!

You can also read this on AO3! Just click the title!

Happy readings to you!

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Link sat in his dark room in Hylia’s stronghold. The last battle he had fought in her name had been a rough one. He was still walking but was told a few ribs were broken. At least it was just that. And the bruises that seemed to cover every single inch of his body. He groaned as he stood up, careful of his aching ribs. He gingerly dressed in his tunic and looked with something like despair at his boots. Those were not going to be fun to put on. So, instead, he decided to go without shoes and walked out of his room in his bare feet.

The stones of Hylia’s fortress were cold on his soles, but he didn’t care. He walked with purpose, though slowly, to not agitate his ribs, to the little garden he had claimed as his own personal oasis around these stone walls. The weather was clear and bright, and he thought sitting amongst the trees and sun would be good for his health. It would at least distract him from how useless he felt in his current condition. He couldn’t even lift his sword as he was now.

As he approached the tiny courtyard, he heard the sound of a harp and singing. He slowed his steps and listened, still in the corridor leading to the garden. He knew her voice. Who in the entire land wouldn’t. He couldn’t hear the words of her song from where he stood, but he felt their intention. She sounded content. And as always, he did not hear her music so much as feel it. The words soaked through his skin and into his soul, almost seeming to ease the pain in his chest from his broken bones.

He closed his eyes to listen to her, unknowingly taking more steps to hear her more clearly. He felt the sun’s warmth on him and thought it was just her words as he stopped at the archway leading to the garden he had been traveling to.

The music suddenly stopped, and he opened his eyes with a start. He quickly reoriented himself and heard her chuckle. His face was dusted with red with a blush as he looked over to her sitting on the tree stump he often found himself on, holding her harp.

The White Goddess of Time, Hylia. She had forgone her wings today, electing to just appear as somehow both a very tall and very slender human woman. A soft white light radiated from her, lending her to a constant otherworldly glow. She smiled sweetly at him as he stood in the arch, bathed in her light and the sun’s. A small flock of tiny blue birds gathered on the ground around her, as well as the two deer that often found themselves in this garden. She beckoned him forward, and he came without even thinking about it. He was already walking towards her before he even registered he was moving.

The birds gently flew away as he approached, and he bowed a few feet from him. He gasped at the pain in his ribs but moved to one knee before her. “Lady Hylia,” he said respectfully, even as he tried to swallow the pain.

“Link, please, you are injured,” she said gently. Her voice sounded like soothing bells to his ears, the words somehow wrapping around him like silk, easing the pain again. He heard her stand with the gentle rustling of her white dress. He kept his eyes down at her feet as he watched her walk towards him. A gentle hand moved under his chin, angling his face to hers.

Golden Goddesses, but she was beautiful. It was a thought that crossed his mind every time she graced him with the ability to look into her perfect face. She smiled at him, another simple action from her that somehow alleviated his pain. She took his face in both hands and tenderly pulled his face up, forcing him to stand. It still hurt, even washed in her divine light, but he was powerless before her.

Link was not a short man. He stood a good six feet, and still, Hylia towered over him, standing at least another foot and a half over him. She looked down at him with tenderness, and he gazed up at her with open reverence. She gave him a single laugh with her smile before releasing his face to move a hand to his shoulder. “You should be resting, my warrior,” she told him affectionately. “I know you have broken more than a few ribs in our last encounter with Demise’s forces.”

He shrugged, then winced with a grimace. Why was everything connected to his torso? “I detest just staying in my room, my lady,” he told her with his usual stoicism, though it melted in her light as the pain from his shrug subsided. “I came here to rest,” he admitted to her. “The sun would do wonders for my pains, I think.”

Though your light seems to be an actual remedy for my pain, he added silently.

“Oh, of course,” Hylia said lightly. Her laugh was like the gentle chime of bells. She walked over to the stump she had been sitting on to pick up the resting harp, somehow standing upright. Before she sat, she gave a surprised gasp. “Oh! I know what could help,” she said with a wide smile, her light intensifying. It was almost hard to look at her, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her even if he wanted to.

She released the harp in her hand, and it seemed to disappear into thin air. By this time, the deer seemed to have wandered off, and the birds sang in the trees around them. Hylia walked back over to Link, who hadn’t moved as he watched her. She leaned in close to his face with a playful smile, mirth sparkling in her silver eyes, making him blush with how close she brought her face to his. Hylia was known for being very affectionate to the ones that won her favor. This was hardly the first time she had gotten so close to him, but it always made him blush. “Can you keep a secret?” she asked him.

Link had no idea where this was going or what she was thinking, but he would lay down his very life for her - of course, he could keep a secret. He just gave her a nod, and she giggled, a sound like soothing chimes to him. She grabbed his hand and gently started to lead him through the garden. The warmth of her skin seeped into him, seeming to remove the ache in his fingers from holding onto his weapon in the previous battle. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part, but he couldn’t stop but think of how well her hand fit with his.

“I discovered a hot spring shortly after establishing this stronghold, but I haven’t told anyone about it,” she told him as she led him through the trees to the broken wall of the courtyard. It led to the small forested area and mountain that rested behind her stronghold. She turned to smile at him. “The warm water does wonders for me - just imagine how it could help you!”

They walked into a small clearing as soon as she said that. It went right up against the mountain and into a cave. At the mouth of the cave, both in and out, sat a small pool framed by rocks of varying sizes. The pool seemed to be lined with blue stones, the water beautifully clear. He heard the gentle crash of water as he saw a small waterfall feed into the pool before it flowed through the back of the cave and out of sight.

Hylia released his hand while he took in the scene. Then, without another word, began to disrobe before him. His face - already a dusty pink from his blush at her taking his hand - turned deep scarlet as he blushed down his neck, hairline, and tips of his ears. “My lady!” he exclaimed in shock, spinning around to turn his back to her in respect. “I… I am sorry, but… what… what are you doing?”

“Hm?” Hylia responded. “I brought you here to enjoy the spring, Link.” She gave a laugh. “Did you not think I would join you?”

In truth, Link hadn’t really thought that far ahead. He had just been enjoying having her hand in his and having her lead him to an apparently secret place. He had registered her speaking about taking him to a hot spring, but the implication of them enjoying it together somehow had evaded him. He kept his back to her as he thought about what he wanted to do. The devoted soldier and follower wanted to keep his back turned and allow her to enjoy the spring in privacy and possibly enjoy it himself alone when she would inevitably be called away. But the man in love with her wanted to turn and join her. He was ashamed to realize that the blood rushing in him did not just go to his face but was also traveling lower…

He was torn on what he wanted to do, what he should do that he didn’t even hear Hylia come up to him until he felt a hand on his shoulder as she walked in front of him. She looked down at him with a mix of playfulness and confusion. Given their heights, he couldn’t help seeing her dress was open and precariously clinging to her breasts, threatening to fall and expose her fully. Somehow, his body found enough blood to both add to the blush on his face and travel lower at the sight of her partially disrobed body. He quickly jerked his gaze up to her face.

“Come now, Link, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she told him reassuringly, smiling down at him. He made sure to keep his eyes on hers. “You would hardly be the first human I have seen naked, nor the first to see me naked. Come,” she moved her hand down to his hand and led him close to the spring. “Let the warm water ease your aches.”

With the decision made for Link, he followed Hylia back to the edge of the spring. He didn’t know if he should watch as she took her hand back to finish disrobing but found, as always, when she was near, he couldn’t look away. His gaze followed the edge of her fabric as it fell from her body, watching as it slipped off her breasts, exposing her perfect pink nipples to him. His gaze continued down with the fabric as it caressed the curve of her waist and ass to fall from her shapely legs and pool around her sandaled feet. He watched as the laces undid themselves from around her calves before she stepped out of the shoes and fabric to the pool’s edge. His eyes were drawn back up her legs to her ass as she slowly walked into the water. Her long golden hair floated behind her as she sank into the water, dipping down until it reached her chin. She sighed in delight as she submerged herself, the light around her intensifying to light the pool, sending rainbows and fractured beams around the rocks around them. She took a second in the middle of the pool before slowly making her way to the falling water in the back. She turned around, let the water run over her face, and looked at him in confusion. He could only stare at her before she laughed again. She raised a hand and beckoned him towards her. “Come, Link, come! The water is delightful!”

He would always answer her call. Slowly, he started to remove his tunic. He wasn’t even sure if this was real or not. Perhaps he was now hallucinating from the pain. That would make far more sense than having Hylia watch him with an appreciative eye as he removed his tunic. He had several bandages wrapped around his torso from some cuts he had received and was unsure if he should remove them or leave them.

“Be sure to take those bandages off, Link,” Hylia told him as she moved away from the falling water and back to the pool’s center. “Only skin is allowed in my hot spring,” she said with a playful laugh. Though the laughter also seemed to be a little… coy.

Just as his blush was starting to subside, it only returned at her laugh. He started to undo his bandages while her eyes were still on him. He wondered what he should do about his trousers. It would be impossible to hide his attraction from her. With his bandages undone, he took a second to look at the myriad of bruises across him. He grimaced as he saw the black and purple patchwork that made up his skin. Unfortunately, his earlier exaggerations of every inch of him being bruised rang true for this part of him. He could not see a single part of his chest and abdomen that was not covered in the bruising. His limbs also had several matching black and purple dots across him.

Hylia gasped, coming over to the edge and looked at his body. He frowned, looking slightly away. He was never sure what to do under her gaze. He waited a second and, when she said nothing, began to undo the laces on his pants. He took a deep breath, wincing slightly at the action, as he hooked his thumb into his trousers and undergarment band. Hylia’s eyes were still on him, though she looked more concerned than playful or coy. His blush remained, but he sighed as he quickly leaned down to remove his pants.

Ouch. That was not one of his better ideas. He hissed through his teeth at the pain in his torso. It felt like knives slicing through him. Idiot! He moved too fast for the pain to stop him before he bent down too far, and now he had agitated his broken bones. Whatever healing Hylia had done to him by just existing was immediately undone by his actions. With the remainder of his clothes around his knees, he quickly stood back up to alleviate the pain in his chest.

“Link, you need to be more careful with yourself,” Hylia gently chided from the water. She came to the edge he was standing at and raised herself out of the water. He watched with wide eyes as the water ran down her body, moving down her perfectly shaped breasts and dripping off her pale pink nipples. He went red at the sight as he unwillingly thought of his fingers or lips following those trails of water. He was so immersed in watching the water fall over her body he nearly didn’t hear her say, “Here, let me help you.”

At first, her words did not register until she half rose out of the water and put her hands on the waist of the pants that were gathered just below his knees. Her head was at his waist level, and the blood went back to his face and dick. He felt as if he was about to pass out from the sudden blood displacement in his body as Hylia looked up at him with caring eyes. But her gaze also looked over his stiffening cock. He looked at the sky, begging the mother goddesses to strike him down. He stepped back and out of his pants, if only to step back from her gaze.

He kept his gaze averted as he heard her move back into the pool. He glanced back over to her and saw her looking over him again. He met her gaze on accident, and she smiled happily at him, gesturing for him to join her again. He closed his eyes and groaned internally. He would come when she beckoned.

He kept his eyes down as he returned to the pool and slowly walked in. He gingerly sank into the warm water and couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him. The warm water felt incredible against his bruises. It was almost worth the embarrassment of having a holy goddess help him get out of his pants while she eyed his growing erection.

He felt the water shift around him, and he opened his eyes as Hylia moved back to him. Her eyes were concerned as she looked down at his body through the water. He stared at her wide-eyed as she moved her hands up his arms. Though submerged in the spring’s warm water, he felt goosebumps trail after her touch. She came closer until her face was only a few inches from him.

Their eyes met, and hers were full of concern. “You must be in so much pain…” she said softly.

At this moment, awash in the white light of her in the warm minerals of the water, he had never felt better in his life. One hand came up his shoulder to rest on his chest, her palm pressed lightly into him with her fingers spread. Though this was at the epicenter of his bruises, her touch brought him nothing but comfort. She leaned more, sinking into the water slightly so their eyes were more level. “Link,” she said softly, “would you allow me to heal you?”

He just nodded. He had never experienced her magic on him directly and was unsure what to expect. But the thought of being rid of these bruises and broken ribs faster, both for himself and to be more useful to her immediately, was a good one. She smiled at him gently and placed her other hand on his chest.

Her palm on his chest pressed into his skin. There was the sting of pain, then the feel of electricity passing through his skin from her palm. He shivered as he felt her magic move through him, coursing through his body. It was a sensation, unlike anything he had felt before. It was not unpleasant.

Her hands started to trace over his body, sending that same energy through him. He shivered again at the feeling of her magic and finally feeling her hands on him. He let out a quiet moan he couldn’t suppress, his head falling back. His face turned red, and his hand shot out of the water to cover his mouth.

Hylia laughed, her magic stopping for a moment. She raised one hand out of the water and gently caressed the side of his head. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she told him gently. “This seems to be a common reaction to my magic.”

“Arousal?” Link asked incredulously.

Link froze and then turned deeper red at his own words. Maybe it was how close she was, maybe it was the pain he was in, or maybe even he was getting lightheaded from the heat of the spring. Link would never know what it was that possessed him to drop his hand just to say the one word question that he would have never asked in his right mind. He put his hand back to his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut. Perhaps he should just sink into the water and drown. That would really be the only acceptable response to all his reactions around the holy goddess Hylia today.

But Hylia just laughed. A high, mirthful laugh that he didn’t know if he had heard her have before. He couldn’t stop himself from opening his eyes to look at her. Her head was thrown back as she laughed, bell-like laughter filling the cave behind them. She looked back to him with more laughter in her eyes, the light from her almost too bright again. “I’m sorry, Link,” she said, moving close again. She took his wrist and gently pulled his hand away from his face. He sank into the water instead, so his mouth was submerged. Hylia laughed again and sank into the water until her chin rested just above the water. “You’re face… it was just so funny!”

His face went flat. Well, he was glad he could be a source of amusement to her. She laughed again, the hand around his wrist releasing him to cup his face. “There’s the Link, I know,” she said with a smile.

He couldn’t help leaning into her palm, his face still half submerged. She smiled at him and guided his face up so their shoulders were out of the water again. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she told him. “Let your emotions be free!”

He lifted his head out of the water to speak, his face still flat. “I do not think some of my emotions are appropriate around one such as you, you’re holiness,” he told her.

Hylia raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me you believe me to be some chaste goddess of purity, Link,” she said, her face turning coy again. “I am a goddess of time leading an army - hardly some innocent maiden. Not that I ever was one, even before Demise forced me to raise an army.”

He blinked at her, his eyes going wide. She chuckled at him. She moved in closer again until their noses nearly touched, her eyes half-lidded and full of want, making him gulp. “I know how you look at me, Link,” she continued. He felt shame shoot through him at her words, remembering the nights he had touched himself with her name on his lips. “I know how your devotion comes in many forms. I accept it all. If you allow me, let me heal you. Let me touch you. Let me relieve you of your pains and of your tension.”

Link held his breath. Was this allowed? It seemed unreal as if he was in some impossible dream or fantasy. But these words came from the goddess herself. When she spoke, it was so. So if she said she accepted his feelings…

“And to help with that,” she said, her smile turning into an alluring smirk, making his heart race, “You can touch me anywhere you like. You can kiss me anywhere you like. Except here,” she pointed to her lips that were speaking such seductive words. “You can’t kiss me here. But anywhere else…”

She raised herself out of the water partially again so that her chest was out of the water. Golden hair fell in perfect streams down her body but did not block his view of her curves. He could see the water cascade down her breasts to bead on her skin and drip off her pert nipples. She grabbed his wrists under the water and brought them to her hips. He looked back at her wide-eyed, and she smirked down at him. “You can touch me,” she said again, releasing his wrists where his hands stayed on her hips. “May I continue to heal you?”

Link finally decided that if this was a dream or maybe a pain-induced hallucination that he didn’t care and he would just enjoy it. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth, one hand coming up to capture her other breast in her hand. She laughed at his touch, and her hands were on his chest. She pushed back ever so slightly, and his mouth released her with a groan. That buzzing electricity of her healing magic began coursing through him from her hands again, and this time, he didn’t fight the moan that escaped him.

Hylia pushed him back so that he sat on a small underwater ledge in the pool. His head fell back as his breathing picked up, his hands moving to her waist. Hylia’s hands danced over his skin, moving across his chest. He felt the ache and the soreness leave him at her touch, replaced with pleasure. He leaned forward and hesitantly kissed her collarbone, still unsure if his actions were allowed.

Hylia gave a chuckle deep in her throat. “You can use your teeth too if you want,” she told him slyly, making him flush again. He responded immediately by nipping at the bone.

Hylia leaned in closer, giving him better access to her neck and chest as her hands continued their work around his torso. She pressed her palm into him over where the worst of his broken ribs were, making him hiss in pain again. He pressed his lips into her throat, biting into her skin. She gave a pleased hum at his action as her other hand went lower, fingertips teasing his skin until they made their way to the base of his erection.

He gave another strangled moan at her touch. A part of his mind was still panicking that this was not allowed, that he was committing some form of deep sacrilege in having her touch him, in having his lips and teeth and hands on her bare skin. But that part was quickly drowned out by the haze of lust in his mind at the feeling of her magic working beneath his skin and her touch on him. She brushed her fingertips lightly up his cock to trace a delicate finger around his head. He moaned again, his body tensing under her touch, his hands gripping her hips so tight he worried he might hurt her.

But she laughed. One he had not heard before. Sultry and silky that wrapped around him, hazing his worried mind further. “That’s it, Link,” she cooed. “Relax… let me take all your ails and stress…”

Whatever reservations he had, they disappeared as her hand wrapped around his cock. His lips came up her neck to kiss up her jaw. She angled her face up, keeping him away from her lips, as his hands began to move on her again, one moving behind her to grab her ass and the other to move back up to massage her breast. Her own hands continued to move on him, her palm focused on knitting together his broken ribs while the other moved in a slow but steady rhythm on his dick.

Her hands were so soft. Though only one worked actual magic on him, he felt the divinity in her touch. He had been with other women before, but how could they compare to that of the literal goddess. The ache in his middle finally faded as his ribs were fully healed. Still sending her healing magic into him, her hand moved down on his chest to cup his testicles, sending that healing magic through him. He jerked in her hands, his hips bucking up against his will, his head falling back from her to loudly moan. She laughed at his reaction, giving him a squeeze, causing him to buck into her hands again.

The pleasure was overwhelming. He wanted to savor and enjoy this moment of having his goddess’s hands on him, but her hands worked literal magic on him, making his eyes water from the sheer force of her. His breathing was ragged, and his heart felt as if it would beat so hard it would crack the ribs Hylia had just healed. He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t keep quiet as her hands moved too slowly while still sending that healing sensation on him, driving him further through his pleasure but also denying him that sweet release from the sheer overstimulation.

“My, how could I have guessed that my stoic warrior was so noisy when pleased?” Hylia teased him, giving his testicles another squeeze. His only response was another strangled moan. “But you seem to be moving more freely. Seems my magic has done its work.”

In his lust-hazed mind, something primal took over Link. His hand on her ass moved until it dipped between her thighs. His fingers sought out her heat, and a part of his brain that knew the practicalities of sex was relieved to find that her body still seemed to have a sex for him to explore. Her teasing laugh became a delicate moan, spurring him on to find her clit and swirl his finger around it.

“My, what talented hands…” she said breathily, moving so she could press her breasts into his face, giving him easier access to her pussy.

Her magic stopped, to which he was thankful. It was emotionally overwhelming enough to have the goddess Hylia herself stroking him towards an orgasm without the physically overwhelming sensation of that magic on him. He was very sensitive to touch even with mere mortal women he did not love even a fraction of the amount he did Hylia. It also allowed him to focus as he slipped a finger into her, keeping his thumb on her clit. She hummed in encouragement, her hands beginning to work faster on him.

That burning tension in his middle came quickly. He moaned around her breast in his mouth as he bucked into her hands again. His head fell back to look up to her as she gazed down at him. Looking at her face now, he realized the usual white light she gave off had turned to a rosy shade of pink, matching the blush across her cheeks. He kept working his hands on her as he gazed into her silver eyes. “Hylia,” he whispered like a prayer. “My lady, I…” he was cut off by a moan as her hand picked up speed again.

She gave a breathless laugh. “My dear Link,” she said, keeping her eyes on him as she rolled her hips into his hand. He thought about what it would be like to feel her on his hips, to bury himself in this heat his fingers had only begun to explore. He felt that burn in his belly start to ignite his entire being. With the hand not steadily pumping his cock, she traced the side of his face with her fingertips. She cupped his face and rolled her hips into his hand again as he slipped a second finger inside her. “Just call me Hylia.”

Why it was these words that did it, he couldn’t know, but his vision went white as his orgasm rocked through him. Her name poured from his lips like a benediction as his hips rocked into her hand. He was a panting mess as he came down from his orgasm, Hylia’s hand slowing on him to coax him through his orgasm. Her other arm came around his neck, pulling his body near hers with her lips at his ear, whispering breathy encouragement he couldn’t even understand. His lips found her ear, her jaw, her cheek. He kissed her all over her face, even as she turned away from him slightly so that he avoided her lips. He moved his mouth back down her jaw to her neck before laying his forehead on her shoulder, panting to catch his breath.

He still had his hand at her heat, though he wasn’t sure what he had done through the searing light of his orgasm. He decided to withdraw from her to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close. She chuckled again as she released him, wrapping both arms around his neck and holding him close. “Feel better?” she practically purred.

Link had never felt better in his life. The high of his orgasm released him, only for him to realize that he didn’t feel a single ache or pain in his body. His ribs felt better than they had in years, and his muscles were no longer sore from their exertion from the previous battle. He leaned his head back to look at her, and she placed her forehead on his, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. The light coming from her was still that shade of pink as she settled herself onto his lap. “You have blessed me beyond words,” he told her, unsure how to express his gratitude.

She gave a happy laugh. “Well, I’m glad my magic could assist you,” she said with a smile. But it turned coy in an instant. “However, there is a matter I would like your assistance with now.”

“Anything,” he said without hesitation. He would slash his own limbs off if she requested it.

Instead of answering, she moved off of him to the edge of the pool and back into the cave. Her pink light lit the cave dimly. He watched her wide-eyed as she moved from his grasp, rising out of the water. She sat on the edge of the pool with just her legs hanging into the water. She beckoned him to follow, and he slowly went through the water, swimming over to the edge she sat on. Before he could ask any more questions, he watched as she opened her legs to him. Water ran down her skin around the crease of her hips, beading on her thighs, reflecting pink-tinted rainbows around her glowing skin. He stopped in awe just to admire her flawless skin, watching the water as it moved along her.

She let him admire her before she chuckled. He slowly brought his eyes to her, and she smirked down at him. “Finish what you started, Link,” she told him with an edge of command.

Link was a man of action rather than words. So he moved between her legs as quickly as the water would allow him, splashing the warm water on the rocks around her. She laughed deep in her throat at his response and placed a hand on the back of his head. He shivered at her nails scraping his scalp, giving a slight moan in the back of his throat.

He started at her thigh, kissing her skin, licking at the water beads on it. She hummed in pleasure as he moved closer and closer to her, savoring the taste of her skin on his lips. Her skin was indescribable to him, but he had images of the sky, wildflowers, and calm, open fields. He moved closer and closer to her, settling his knees into a small indent in the rock beneath her. He had been on his knees before her so many times… but only now did he truly feel the spirituality of her light. He followed her, loved her, and believed in her… it was time to worship her in a new way.

He put his mouth to her, licking up at her folds. She sighed in pleasure as he moved closer, his arms wrapping around her thighs. Like her skin, he couldn’t describe her taste, but he was sure there was magic in it, as it sent him with pure euphoria. He felt himself getting hard again as he slowly licked up and down her, listening to her as she made soft, pleased moans at his motions.

He sucked on her clit, heard and even felt her moan, and watched her head roll back. The sound shot through his mouth and straight down his spine. He didn’t even recognize the desperate sounds that came out of him as he moved his mouth against her. “Such a talented mouth…” she said breathily before she moaned again. Her praise brought a strangled moan from his throat as he slid his tongue into her.

She kept her head back and continued to murmur praise and encouragement as he listened to her moans and pitched breathing, picking up on her preferences. There was something so… human in the way she clearly preferred his tongue on her inner folds and even in her rather than around her clit, how she rocked her hips up against his face every so often, how wet she was on his tongue. Sometimes she was so other he felt as if he loved more of a force of nature than a sentient being. But in this moment, he never understood her better.

He released one leg to slide between him and pressed his thumb against her clit, keeping his tongue working where he found she enjoyed it. Her moans rose in pitch, and her head moved around to watch him again. “Link…” she breathed, and he felt such intense pleasure shoot through his entire body at just hearing her call his name in the throes of her own pleasure. “Oh, Link, that’s… that’s so good.”

He wasn’t about to stop worshiping her to respond. Instead, they locked eyes as Link kept moving his tongue in and out of her, his thumb running gentle circles around her clit. She grabbed his head with both her hands and began rolling into his face. He was enraptured by her eyes, unable to look away, even if he wanted to. He flattened his tongue and kept working on her clit in time with her hips, letting her grind upon his face. Her moans crescendoed, echoing in the small cave around them. She was the one to finally look away as her eyes rolled back, and he watched her come on his tongue with a single word on her lips.

“Link…!”

Perhaps it was some sort of magic, or perhaps he was just that in love with her, or maybe still he was just that touch-deprived, but he felt his own orgasm crash into him as he coaxed her through her orgasm. He still didn’t touch himself, even as he felt himself come again for the second time, focusing only on her through his own pleasure. Eventually, her hips stilled, and her legs relaxed onto his shoulders. He leaned back from her (with some difficulty) to look up into her eyes again. She laughed and moved one leg around to nudge him back from the edge of the pool.

He moved back, and Hylia slid into the water after him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tightly. She leaned back to where he had just been kneeling, tucking him against her with his face in her neck as she sat in the water. Not sure what the proper response was, he decided to wrap his arms around her as well, nestled into her side.

They sat with just the sound of the gentle waterfall and the small river the pool drained out of rushing behind them to fill the silence. After a moment, Hylia pressed her cheek into the top of his hair. “Well, that was quite a pleasant way to spend an afternoon!” she said happily with a laugh.

Link couldn’t help laughing with her. “Indeed,” he told her. He felt darker thoughts hover at the edge of his mind but decided to push them aside. He would just enjoy this moment with Hylia as it was. He would deal with the future when it came.

A breeze rustled the trees outside the cave, and Hylia sighed. “Ah, I fear my duty calls me,” she said sadly, releasing Link to make her way back to the ledge where their clothes sat.

He began to follow after her, but she waved him away. “Please, Link, though your wounds have recovered, enjoy your time in the spring,” she told him as she rose out of the water. “My magic can take some time for your body to adjust, and the warm water should help your muscles adjust.”

He still moved over to the edge with her but remained in the water as he watched her walk over to her clothes. She stepped back into her sandals, and they wrapped around her legs, much in the same fashion they did, but in reverse, when she removed them earlier. She bent down and put her dress back on, adjusting it to a perfect state once again. He blinked as he realized that somewhere between putting her sandals and her dress on, she was perfectly dry once again, her hair she pulled out of her dress cascading in dry locks down her back again.

She turned around and knelt by the pool, cradling his face again with a smile. “I trust you can find your way back?”

He nodded, then grabbed her hand to keep it to his face for a moment. She allowed it, staying down long enough for him to turn his face into her hand and kiss her palm. She smiled sweetly down at him before standing, though he kept her hand as long as he could before it slipped out of range. As she turned to go, he quickly but gently called out to her, “Lady Hylia, wait, before you go,” he said as she looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “May I ask… why was I not permitted to kiss your lips?”

Her smile turned slightly speculative but cleared after a second’s thought. “They hold a very different kind of magic that cannot be undone, nor should be used so casually. But…” her face turned thoughtful for a moment. She then turned back to smile at him gently. “I have a meeting with my generals now. Would you come join me later in my chambers? I… I think I would like to discuss it more with you there.”

Link did not know what she meant, but if she wanted to be alone with him more, he would not hesitate at the chance. He nodded to her, and she smiled at him brightly. She gave him a small wave before she walked back into the woods and disappeared among the trees.

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Hello and good day to all my fellow Legend of Zelda fans!

As you may or may not be aware we in the Legend of Zelda fandom have been having some troubles when it comes to tagging on A03. Mostly that the only tags that seem to be available to tag various Links with was the Linked Universe specific tags. Which led to writers either trying to make their own tags (which no one knew how to find) or inaccurately using Linked Universe Tags. Neither of which were fair to creators writing outside of Linked Universe, or fair to the Linked Universe community (let alone JoJo herself!).

People trying to tag their non-Linked Universe fics were either scrambling to be found or blending their words in with Linked Universe works. And Linked Universe fans who were searching for Linked Universe fics ended up stumbling across fics they weren’t looking for.

So, with that in mind, I reached out to the A03 team in search of a solution. And they have gotten back to me! I am going to post a picture of their reply under the cut, but I will summarize it first.

There (now? I’m not clear if they’ve all existed before) are tags we can use for most of our various Links that aren't Linked Universe. They’re just not tags that go in the “Character” box. Instead, you put Link (Legend of Zelda) in the character box and then one (or more) of these tags into the “Additional Tags” box. The tags are ‘Link from X game’. So, for example: Link from Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (Legend of Zelda) or Link from Twilight Princess (Legend of Zelda). If you try to put a specific Link in and they don’t exist already you’ll just have to fill it in unfortunately. And the more people use that tag the sooner it will be made into one that’s canonized.

Mind you! These tags should NOT be used for Linked Universe fanfictions. JoJo has explicitly asked that Linked Universe fanworks NOT be tagged with general Legend of Zelda tags. And that is what these are. So please leave these tags for those of us writing outside of Linked Universe.

I did a little experimenting and there seems to be a tag for every game EXCEPT;

“Link from Four Swords Adventures (Legend of Zelda)”,

"Link from Triforce Heroes (Legend of Zelda)",

“Link from The Legend of Zelda (Legend of Zelda)”,

“Link from The Adventures of Link (Legend of Zelda)”, and

“Link from Age of Calamity (Legend of Zelda)”.

There is also no tag for:

“The Hero of Men (Legend of Zelda)” (or whatever title could be used for the hero before Link from The Minish Cap)

But there are Character tags for “Ancient Hero (Legend of Zelda)” and “Hylia’s Chosen Hero (Legend of Zelda)” (who I believe is the First Hero).

The more we, as a fandom, use these tags (especially the ones that aren’t currently searchable) the more readily usable they will be.

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ozzgin · 9 months

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Hello and thank you for visiting! This place is a little bit of a scattered mess, mostly in the form of my writings and doodles. Here is what you can expect:

Anime: Baki, Boku no Hero Academia, Hakuouki, Inuyasha, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Mayoiga, Monster, Naruto, Shaman King, Yu Yu Hakusho

Manga/Webcomics: Killing Stalking, Crows/Worst (Takahashi Hiroshi) or any other delinquent manga (just ask), Suicide Boy, JTHM

Games: Hogwarts Legacy (or Harry Potter in general), Obey me!, Legend of Zelda: BotW + TotK, Silent Hill, Call of Duty

Misc: Alien (& Predator), Horror movie characters, Creepypasta, Star Trek: TOS, Original Work

Status: Temporarily closed!

Anything within common sense is alright. I write female/male/gender-neutral readers or any other variation, for both male and female characters. Not exclusively yandere.

Tip: I frequently update my masterlists to include received requests. If you're unsure, just check the WIPs. Note that I can be slow to respond even for regular asks, currently working on emptying the queue.

Baki:

Complete list here

Horror:

Complete list here

Original Works:

Complete list here

Monsters:

Complete list here

Boku no Hero Academia:

BNHA Headcanons: Midoriya Izuku as a loving boyfriend

BNHA Characters x Artist! Reader

BNHA Headcanons: Pro-Hero Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Hakuouki:

[WIP Request] Yandere! Hakuoki x Reader (Demon Trio)

Inuyasha:

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons: First meeting

Inuyasha x Reader Headcanons (lime)

Monster:

[WIP Request] Johan Liebert x Reader

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure:

JJBA Headcanons: Pillar Woman! Reader

Naruto (Shippuden):

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Kakuzu Fanart (I)

Kakuzu Fanart (II)

Kakuzu Fanart (III)

[Wattpad] Yandere! Akatsuki x Reader Book (ongoing)

Obey Me!

Yandere! Solomon x Reader

Demon Brothers x Reader Headcanons [Belphegor, Beelzebub, Mammon]

Manga/Webcomics:

WORST Characters x Reader

WORST Characters x Reader (II)

[WIP Request] WORST Characters x Cat(like)! Reader

Suicide Boy Characters x Caring! Reader Headcanons

Video Games:

[Hogwarts Legacy] Yandere! Sebastian Sallow x Reader

[Hogwarts Legacy] Sebastian Sallow x Ravenclaw! Male Reader

[CoD] Yandere! König & Ghost x Reader Headcanons

[CoD] Yandere! König & Ghost x Reader Headcanons (II)

[CoD] [WIP Request] König x Male! Reader Headcanons

[CoD] König Fanart

[LoZ] [WIP Request] Yandere! Fierce Deity Link x Hylia! Reader

[Baldur's Gate 3] [WIP] Yandere! BG3 Characters x Reader Headcanons

[Baldur's Gate 3] Monster Headcanons

Anons: 👘,🍡,🪐,🐼,🦄,🪷,🫧,🌟,🌼,🦇,💠 anon (I'm coming for you), (my wife anon); Do let me know if I forgot anyone as I'm trying to keep track!

Tags: #personal (Rambles & Asks), #doodle (Everything I've doodled), #my art (Curated, higher quality doodles), #mail doodle (drawings received from other people), #advice (tips, suggestions etc. to questions I've received)

You can throw a coin to the jester on Ko-Fi, but this is absolutely optional and not encouraged.

Disclaimer: All images are either credited, my own work, or AI generated (Midjourney) if no source is mentioned. The AI content is free to use, reproduce, repost and so on.

#masterlist #pinned post #yandere blog

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summertimemusician · 5 months

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*downs coffee like a shot* Before we go back to our regularly scheduled Linktober/Linktober Shadow (because I don't leave things unfinished if I can help it), I gotta get the idea of Revenant First out of my system and y'all get to suffer with me until it eventually ceases being an idea and it turns into an actual story. For some reason we talk a lot about First already being alive or already a ghost by the time the Chain meets him, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about him actually coming back to life and so y'all get to suffer with my insane ramblings like I'm an 1800's psychic ward patient who believes themselves to be a witch.

Can be x Reader or not idk just an idea that won't leave my mind.

Might expand on this later so Part out of I/?

Revenant First, who died for his people and in the name of his Goddess. All alone on the surface, fighting, fighting, fighting, always fighting. Just to make the land a little safer before the next hero arrives, just to contain the Imprisoned for a little while longer with likely nothing than a ordinary, common sword to his name and a slowly rusting armor.

Always giving so so so much for his people, always doing his best to protect them, though they scorned him, loathed him, didn't believe or support him, rejected him.

With a spirit so strong and lovely that a Goddess fell for him, hated herself for having to manipulate and put him through such horrid experiences just to save the many, just to turn the diamond of his soul into an unbreakable lonsdaleite blade agaisnt a mad deity.

Someone whose will would be enough to keep him going, just one more fight right? Just one more kill right? Forward, forward, ever onward, it doesn't matter if the flesh decays, if the blood drips drips drips until he is dry of it, if the liver doesn't process nutrients, if the lungs don't draw air, if the nerves feel nothing but the cold cold numbness of the winter of his final years, if the heart doesn't beat. If the armor rusts or the sword breaks. He must keep going, he must keep fighting.

To keep them safe he must have faith, faith that he can keep going, to grasp onto that one.single.thread of purpose until the day that fiery, indomitable, determined will finally burns out. Even if his Goddess may have forsaken him knowingly or unknowingly, even if his people have rejected him to the point he isn't even human anymore, even though they reviled him, even if that rejection should by all intents and purposes chained his spirit to the land or ground the jewel of his unbreakable soul into dust, he still loves them, still adores them, still wants to protect them.

No matter how long he must keep going for it. He wishes to see those he holds dear happy, though they cursed and imprisoned him once.

The Chain getting dropped into a completely empty, desolated and undeniably dead version of Sky's Hyrule, only to find the only living thing besides monster is a single man, with rusted gold armor and an old sword, a faded tunic of green with a long, crimson scarf like a bloody banner. With hair and eyes like theirs, undeniably a Link. But so very frigid, so very silent they almost didn't notice him, that they can't help but wonder just how many years he has spent there, eroding away, ruined but still kind, kind, so very gentle. A shadow of his former self, yes, but still himself, still so so so good, doing all he can until Sky's Era comes and maybe, just maybe, he can finally rest.

Or maybe not, after all, someone has to keep the land safe until the Hero after Sky comes around, no?

Just Revenant First in general.

Or maybe we give him the House in Fata Morgana treatment, the House in Fata Hylia Au if you will- *collapses from sleep deprivation*