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We just saw @neil-gaiman speak in Pittsburgh and… damn. He’s just so good. His writing is incredibly powerful but still so honest and human and somehow it gets even better when he performs it.
Also he read “Click Clack the Rattle Bag” and I just love that story
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I love reblogging quotes. I love beautiful words. I love messy words. I love experiencing a story with someone. I love connecting with someone through a poem. I love saying, “I wrote this. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you to help you see me.” I love communicating. I love text messages. I love letters. I love post cards. I love sharing pieces of myself through the written word. I love meeting people through the written word.
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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.
#hylink#hylia x link#legend of zelda#the legend of zelda#zelink#first link#hylia’s chosen hero#Hylia#goddess hylia#the written word
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Name Meanings/Etymologies of Devil May Cry Characters
Classic Devil May Cry Canon
A:
Agnus - lamb
Alice - noble, of nobility
Alex Lowell - to defend, to protect | young wolf
Alyssa Martin - rational, noble | warlike, of Mars, warrior
Amanda - worthy to be loved
Angelina Hagel - messenger of god | farm
Arius - warlike, devoted to Ares
Arkham - happy
B:
Beryl - colour of the sea
Bobby - bright fame, shining glory
Butler - servant in charge of the wine cellar
C:
Carlo - man, free man
Cindy - light
Chen the Cannibal - dawn, morning, great, tremendous
Christopher Lowell - bearer of Christ | young wolf
Claude - lame, disabled
Credo - I believe
D:
Dante - enduring, steadfast, lasting
Ducas - leader, to guide, general
E:
Elena Huston - bright, shining light | hugh's town, settlement on the hill
Elise - oath of God, God is satisfaction
Ernest - serious, determined
Enzo Ferino - home ruler | iron
Eva - life, living one
F:
Fredi - peaceful ruler
G:
Gloria - glory
Grue - shiver, shudder
I:
Isaac - he will laugh
J:
J.D. Morrison - son of the dark-skinned
Jeffrey Turner - pledge of peace, district, traveler | lathe worker
Jessica - to see before, god beholds, to behold
Joe - he will add
Julio - youthful, youth, downy bearded
K:
Kalina Ann - viburnum tree, to make red-hot | grace, mercy, favour
Kerry Marcus - dark, dark-haired | warlike, dedicated to Mars
Kyle - narrow, strait, channel
Kyrie - lord
L:
Lady - noble, bread kneader
Lucia - light
Lynn Marcus - lake | warlike, dedicated to Mars
M:
"Mad Dog" Denvers - crazy, insane | canine | green valley
Margaret - pearl
Mary - bitter, beloved, drop of the sea
Matier - friend, friendly
Michel - who is like God
Mike Hagel - who is like God | farm
N:
Nell Goldstein - bright, shining light, weaver, merciful, god is my light | gold stone, touchstone
Nero - black, strong, powerful
Nesty - place to sit down, pure, chaste
Nicoletta “Nico” Goldstein - victory of the people | gold stone, touchstone
Nina Lowell - little girl | young wolf
P:
Patty Lowell - noble, patrician | young wolf
Patty Lowell (heiress) - noble, patrician | young wolf
Paul - small, little, humble
R:
Rock Goldstein - crag | gold stone, touchstone
Roy Martin - king, red, redhead | warlike, of Mars, warrior
S:
Sally - princess, noblewoman
Santa Claus - saint, holy | victory of the people
Sanctus - holy
Simon - he has heard, flat-nosed
Soldier “Crew Cut” - mercenary | short-length haircut
Solemnis - annual, ceremonial, religiously fixed
Sparda - sword, simple, frugal
T:
Tiki - hope, waterfall, image
Tim - to honour
V:
V “Vitale” - Roman numeral for five | life giving, lively
Vergil - flourishing
Vincent - to conquer
X:
χ (Chi) - christ, Greek numeral for six hundred
BOSSES and/or DEMONS
A:
Abigail - father's joy
Argosax - bright, shining
Agni - fire, flame
Artemis - butcher, safe
B:
Bael - lord, master
Balrog - demon of might
Baul - snail, slow like a snail
Beastheads - wild animal | top of body, leader, ruler
Belphagor - lord of the gap, lord of the opening
Beowulf - bee wolf, war wolf, bear
Berial - worthless
Bolverk - evildoer, worker of evil
Bradley - broad meadow
Brian Lowell - noble, high, hill, strong | young wolf
C:
Cavaliere Angelo - knight, horseman, rider | messenger of god
Cerberus - hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness
D:
Dagon - grain, fish
Demon of Capulet City - spirit | hat | citizen
Demon of Morris Island - spirit | dark-skinned | watery land
Director - to guide
Doppelganger - double-goer, double-walker
E:
Echidna - snake, viper
Elder Geryon Knight - old | earth | boy, youth, servant
F:
Freki - greedy, ravenous
Frost - to freeze
Furiataurus - fury of the bull, furious bull
G:
Geri - rules with a spear, greedy
Geryon - earth
Gigapede - giant foot
Gilgamesh - the ancestor is a hero
Gilver - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]
Gilbert - bright pledge
Goliath - to uncover, reveal, running, destroyer
Griffon - curved, bent
H:
Hell Vanguard - to cover, conceal | before guard
I:
Infested Chopper - to attack, hostile | helicopter
Infested Tank - to attack, hostile | reservoir of water
J:
Jester - reciter of romances, minstrel
Jokatgulm - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]
K:
King Cerberus - ruler | hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness
L:
Leviathan - to twist, coiled
M:
Machiavelli - bad little nail
Mad Hatter - crazy, insane | maker of hoods, maker of cowls
Malphas - mischief
Modeus [Asmodeus] - wrathful spirit, demon of wrath
Mundus - world
N:
Nefascapitis - head of sin, head of violation of divine law
Nefasturris - tower of sin, tower of violation of divine law
Nefasvermis - worm of sin, worm of violation of divine law
Nelo Angelo - black, strong, powerful | messenger of god
Nevan - little saint, little holy one
Nidhogg - malice striker
Nightmare - a female demon suffocates sleepers
Nina Lowell (demon) - little girl | young wolf
Noctpteran - night wing
O:
Orangguerra - war orangutan
P:
Phantom - an apparition, specter
Plesio - near, close
Plutonian - relating to wealth, relating to riches
Pride - brave, pomp, valiant
Priest - one who leads cattle
Q:
Qliphoth - husks, empty shells
R:
Red Eye - airplane flight that deprives travelers of sleep, raw and inferior whiskey
Rudra - howler, roarer, to cry
S:
Sara - princess, noblewoman
Secretary - one entrusted with secrets
Sid - wide
Sloth - indolence, slowness, laziness
T:
Tartarussian - relating to a deep pit
Tateobesu - vertical, length, height | fat, stout, plump
The Savior - the one who saves others
Trismagia - three magicians
U:
Urizen - your reason, to limit
W:
White Rabbit - bright, shine | young rabbit
Ninja Theory's DmC: Devil May Cry Canon
A:
Assiel - created by god
B:
Bob Barbas - bright fame, shining glory | beard, uncle, stammering
D:
Dante (DmC) - enduring, steadfast, lasting
E:
Eva (DmC) - life, living one
H:
Hollow Dante - empty place | enduring, steadfast, lasting
Hollow Kat - empty place | pure, clear
Hollow Vergil - empty place | flourishing
Hunter - one who chases wild animals
K:
Kat - pure, clear
L:
Lilith - spirit of the night
M:
Mundus (DmC) - world
Mundus's Spawn - world | to spread out, expand
P:
Phineas - mouth of brass, dark skinned, serpent's mouth
S:
Sparda (DmC) - sword, simple, frugal
Succubus - to lie beneath
V:
Vergil (DmC) - flourishing
#Devil May Cry#Dante Sparda#Vergil Sparda#Nero Sparda#Eva Sparda#Sparda#Patty Lowell#Lady DMC#Trish Sparda#Too lazy to add more character tags#The written word#Tis mine#Helpful tips#I make lists when I'm bored#Name Meanings#Word Etymologies#Writer’s Random Research#nicoletta goldstein
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man why do i keep twitching and cursing in tongues lol. My neck is so sore from spinning 360 degrees -_- and I tried to go to church this week but I threatened to fuck the preacher’s daughter in front of my wife and the townsfolk again. sighh… oh well. Guess I’ll just go and kill some farmers cow and get caught with my hands deep in its organs in the early morning before jerkily running off with inhuman speed as the farmer shoots at me with his rifle and he hits a few vital areas but I appear to be unaffected. That always helps me feel better! <- guy dealing with symptoms of demonic possession again but thinks it’s just something quirky he does sometimes
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"How I wish for you to see the tempest that rages within my heart, hear the wind scream your name, watch the lightening thrash again and again at my center. I want you to feel the raw and wild energy, the chaos you create. To truly and completely understand what it feels like to love you"
Hurricane || Monica (Moka) Lynn
#spilled ink#words or whatever#creative writing#word art#spilled thoughts#journal#prose#prose writing#prose and poetry#tw depressing thoughts#love story#love poetry#the writing on the wall#the written word#writerscreed#writers and poets#tw depressing stuff#tw loneliness#i love you#midnight posting
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The thing about Peter Lerangis’s ghostwritten Baby-Sitters Club books is that he was the only male writer, and he was very ‘boys will be boys' about it. Not in the misogynistic way but in the madcap “oh well, this might as well happen” way. Helicopter crashes? Iddy hurricane evacuations? Getting stranded in the badlands? Mallory related to Shakespeare? Stacey finds ashes of a WW2 veteran in her suitcase? These were all plots in BSC books by him and they were bonkers and it was great.
(And then you hit the California Diaries spinoff and he channels all that craziness into writing intense teen drama and…it works. It works remarkably well. A man of many hats, Peter.)
#really I am very fond of most of the bsc ghostwriters#shoutout to my girl ellen miles and her mysteries and her crush on sgt johnson#baby-sitters club#peter lerangis#the written word#text post
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"We're meant to be. You'll see." for dealers choice if u wanted to be sent prompts!! 💖
Well nonny I have finished this piece in time for "Fuck That Old Man Wednesday" as it is the first meeting of Sib and Lahabrea (well on one of their ends). I don't know if this is what you were looking for but I have been down this rabbit hole for so long now. Anyway I hope you have fun! And same to anyone else that reads it!
no warnings.
word count: a little under 1k
With a huff Siberite let’s herself fall onto the soft bed of the inn, the aching groan muffled by the pillow. The last week had been beyond exhausting tackling another primal and hearing what her new “partner” thought of her fighting methods. Honestly she didn't need someone else there, but Thancred had to voice his worries after the battle with the Ifrit, leading to Minfilia assigning her a healer to go with her into every battle. "Quite pointless really. I was doing just fine."
"I am inclined to agree with you," a voice calls out as the air in the room shifts bringing forth a black void.
She sits up in enough time to see the Ascian in a red mask appear before her. His smile at ease much like the way he walks towards her, "You really are such a capable fighter." Her eyes narrow, moving to keep him in the center of the room, “Oh come now, is that any way to treat an old friend?”
“We are not friends,” she snaps, “I don’t know who the fuck you are to think such a thing.”
“Ah, we have yet to be introduced formally,” he gives a bow, “I am Lahabrea,” he looks up with a glowing red sigil covering his face long enough for the image to etch itself into her brain, “and I know you are Siberite Akagane of Thavnair.”
She flinches, fists forming, “How do you know such things?”
“I see you do not tell anyone your last name yet.”
“Will you stop acting like you know the future or some shit?”
“This is where my knowledge ends actually.” In an instant he becomes inches from her face, back hitting the wall, small growl seeping from the back of her throat at being cornered. The Ascian’s smile softens ever so slightly with the tilt of his head, stark contrast to the aggression his red mask would rather show. Metal clawed fingers lightly start to brush against her cheek as he lets out a contented hum, “You look just as beautiful." His words make her heart start to race, the tips of his claws caressing down her chest, all while she’s fairly certain his eyes are roaming every inch of her. Bad day to wear such an exposing dress, She thinks catching a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror, the straps that criss cross her midsection and shoulders never looked thinner as she feels the whispered sharp edges of metal trace down the deep neckline. "So pristine, my darling. Maybe I am to become one of the many scars you bore the first time we met."
“Oh yes, a scar from your lover, the pinnacle of romance,” she sneers. The Ascian grabs hold of her chin, the tips of metal threatening to break skin and scale with just the slightest bit of movement. He pauses just a second more before quickly bringing his lips to hers, making Siberite's eyes grow wide. She attempts to push him off of her, his grip tightening, body pressing closer, stopping any attempts with her arms now pinned between them. Her legs find little purchase with how he's positioned himself between them, uttering a growl. His free hand lets metal run up her waist sending a shiver through her that threatens to relax her into the unwanted affection.
He pulls his mouth away just far enough for his dark chuckle to ring clearly, "Still as feisty as I remember,” he purrs. He lets a hand snake up into her hair giving a slight tug, the breathy moan she has no control over giving just enough space to let his tongue work its way into her mouth. She gives the slightest turn of her head putting his tongue in just the right spot to drive her canines in. She doesn't let go the minute he drops his hand or starts to pull back, instead chomping down once more until there's just enough room to stomp on his foot. He lets out a cry, smile gone, and steps back enough that gives way for her to push him back to the center of the room. Her shoulders rise, hands up and body angled away from him, eyes intent and scrutinizing every move as he simply brings a hand up, gently tapping the inside of his mouth only to look down on bloodstained fingertips. "Ah, so it is not time just yet for us. My apologies."
"You got some ego to think there even is a time for us."
His laugh echoes until it's behind her and a chill runs down her spine when his arms wrap around her. "Oh my dear Siberite," he says claws, running along her flesh and scales while his other hand starts to clench around her throat, "we're meant to be." He turns her head to look him in the eye with a gentle smile that does nothing to put her at ease while it sits below the aggressive red mask, "You'll see, I promise you." He brings his lips down to hers gently, almost romantically and in a way that feels far too familiar, before letting her go. She shakes his lingering touches free, scowling as he gives a slight bow, "Until next we meet, my love."
The air turns heavy for a moment once again before returning to its silence. SIberite's chest collapses releasing a shaky breath she didn't know she was holding, stomach turning as she can feel the lingering traces of where his hands held her. "What....the....fuck!?" Lips curling in revulsion as she looks over her body, "Fuckin' asshole thinking he can just come in here and claim some soulmate bullshit. Fuck off! Gods!” She paces, shaking free the images of what she looked like with his arms wrapped around her in the brief second she glanced in the mirror, ignoring the small hints of excitement flashing throughout her body, “Truly, what the fuck was up with that guy?"
#this ship is so problematic for so many reasons but i'm here for it#i'm here for the fun of it all like truly this is most likely something this man deserves#anyway everyone thank kate for it!#also bless the one to suggest them metal claws on ascian robes because man oh man its spicy#x: sugar mommy to an old man#unholymilf#florbelles#confidentandgood#the written word
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The Pondering Jemelee
Salutations! I am Jemelee, the author of this blog, a 21-year-old college student full of wonders and ponders that may conquer the world. Or may not. I created this blog during my midterms week, inside my dorm, in the busy city of Manila, for the purpose of…writing. Just writing. About all the things that go […]The Pondering Jemelee
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#AM WRITING#art-blog#author&039;s blogs#blog#blog articles#blog entries#blog writer#blog writers#blog writing#Blog-post#blogs#daily prompt#daily writing#daily writing prompt#emerging authors poets and writers#emerging bloggers#emerging writers#for writer#for writers#I am writing#the written word#to write#writing prompt
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How I speak when it's written: Pardon? I'm afraid I don't quite understand. Would you mind elaborating?
How I speak out loud: ayo what the fuck
#speach#speaking#writing#the written word#on paper#on paper vs in person#in person#email lingo#email
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what happens when you change your web standards to be only english-speaker inclusive
#twitter#elon musk#twitter x#whatever shit name it has now lmao#english#as a note#twitter aint the only page doing this#there are games even that aint letting words that have -nig- inside of them be written as part of an algorithm that checks them out#-nga- and -ngr- also#and spanish and indonesian use those words a lot inside of words and/or can mean sth different in their languages (in indonesian case)#etc etc#wait i forgot if it was thai or indo#oh fuck#oh well
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I give it to the rhythm (give it to the rhyme)
finally have a moment
a moment of reprieve
I take the chance to own it
I take the chance to breathe
I give it to the rhythm
I give it to the rhyme
for passages they’ve given
they carved out over time
so it is to be written
and in its way refined
I give it to the rhythm
I give it to the rhyme
finally have a moment
a moment of reprieve
I take the chance to own it
I take the chance to breathe
give the word all I owe it
since I first set this bleed
still here, and still a poet
the word is all I need
so I give it to the rhyme
give it to the rhythm
with both heart and hand entwined
nothing can outlive them
they are words carved into time
an act once forbidden
so I give it to the rhyme
give it to the rhythm
finally have a moment
a moment of reprieve
I take the chance to own it
I take the chance to breathe
give the word all I owe it
since I first set this bleed
still here, and still a poet
the word is all I need
I give it to the rhythm
I give it to the rhyme
for all that I have written
will do it every time
(9/7/23)
#poetry#introspective articulations#reflections in the glass#writing#poet#rhythm#rhyme#the written word
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This is my entry for the @zelinkcommunity 2023 Zelink week! This would have included an AO3 link, but since the site is down I will update the post with it later.
WARNING: STORY TAKES PLACE DURING TEARS OF THE KINGDOM AND INCLUDES MAJOR SPOILERS FOR IT
Title: Both Here and 100,000 Years Away
Words: 978
Rating - G
Happy readings to you all!
Link woke in his bed in his new home in Akkala. He stretched as he got up, savoring the morning, even if he had a lot to do today. But he liked his new home. It was nice and he liked that he got to make it himself, to a degree. Not that he disliked his home in Hateno, but this… this was nice. Especially as he found himself usually sleeping in a stable or in the wilds again as he tried to save Hyrule from its newest disaster. A bed was nice, especially a new bed, since…
He shook the thought out of his head and quickly got dressed and readied himself for the day. He made a quick breakfast that he shoveled into his mouth before he grabbed his weapons and burst out the door. It was usually breezy and today was not an exception. He took a second to admire the mountainous view, looking over the small Terry Town he had helped build years ago. He smiled as he looked down at it. He was glad he had helped Hudson and that his family and his community was thriving.
He was smiling to himself as he thought about as his eyes wandered over to the construction site below it and then up the mountains. He looked over the mountains, his eyes wandering upward to the sky where he froze.
She was passing through the sky above him. The Light Dragon… Zelda. As it often did when he saw her shining form dancing across the sky, The Master Sword on his back felt heavier. He couldn’t stop himself from gazing at her as she slowly made her way across the Akkala sky. His beautiful, beautiful Zelda… somehow both here and 100,000 years away.
Before he had witnessed her final memory, seen the vision of her swallowing her stone to provide the power the Master Sword needed to both recover from the gloom that Ganondorf had struck it with, but to be strong enough to defeat him, he had always felt the Light Dragon filled him with a sense of comfort and ease. Now Link understood that was Zelda. That her spirit was still watching over them, even now, uncounted milenia after she had lost her mind to becoming a dragon for Hyrule… for him.
Though Link did not want to lose himself in the memories of it all, he could not stop them as they washed over him. He thought to the days they spent in Hateno village, how Zelda had gently made his house a home for the two of them. He thought of holding her tight as they slept in their bed, never getting as peaceful a sleep as when they were holding each other through the night. He wrapped his arms around himself as he thought of even last night, as he had to force himself to sleep even as his bed felt cold and empty without her, even in a bed she’s never seen, let alone one he had shared with her.
He missed her laugh. He missed her coming to him in the night with a notebook and excited words with a breakthrough she had neglected her sleep to achieve. He missed having to gently remind her it could wait for the morning as he guided her to bed where she would still excitedly speak about her research before she would gently drift off to sleep. He missed running after her in the wilds as she found something she wanted to document or capture, writing down notes excitedly.
He looked back up to the light dragon as she passed over him more closely. He saw into those wide purple eyes, where he saw no hints of the woman he loved within them. She seemed as if she was really gone… He wondered if it would have almost been better that she died rather than being trapped in the form she was currently in.
Could Impa or Purah really think of a way to change her back? Was such a thing even possible? And what would she be like if they even could reverse the effects of swallowing her sacred stone? What if… what if she could not remember him? What if they brought her back, but her memories were gone, just like his were when he was resurrected. Even now, years later, many things were hazy when he tried to recall them.
And if she did remember everything… would she forgive him? It was his fault all this had happened. If had been stronger, if he had been faster, if he would have caught her, she would have never had to make such a sacrifice. He could have prevented all this pain, if he had only been better. What kind of a knight could he call himself after failing her again?
Would… would she even still love him?
Link heard a weird noise and it brought him out of his drowning thoughts. He looked around and heard it again, though this time he felt it as well as heard it. Oh… he put his hand to his face, feeling the tears that were streaming down him. I’m crying… The sound came again and he realized it was him sobbing. He took a steadying breath as he tried to calm himself. He looked back up to the sky to see Zelda’s form beginning to retreat. Though he was able to calm his breathing, his tears still flowed.
Goddesses he missed her. Din, Nayru, Farore, and Hylia herself did he miss her. He would give anything to see her smile once more.
#zelink week 2023#zelink#tears of the kingom#tears of the kingdom spoilers#totk#legend of zelda#loz#fanfic#yearning#the written word
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Blade of Evil’s Bane (14 words) by AWriterOfDivineDreams
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Master Sword - Character, Fi (Legend of Zelda)
Additional Tags: Haiku-esque, Poetry, Character Study, Not Beta Read, Contains Author’s Commentary in the Notes, Consensual Servitude, Consensual Abandonment, Bittersweet
Series: Part 17 of Overture of Poems – A Legend of Zelda Poetry Collection
Summary:
“Whether skyward bound, adrift in time, or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight… The sacred blade is forever bound to the soul of the Hero. […] Over the seas of time and distance, when we need the golden power of the Goddess, our hope rests in you, to be forever by the Hero's side.”
– Princess Zelda from Breath of the Wild
Happy anniversary Breath of the Wild!*
#Legend of Zelda#Breath of the Wild#Poetry#Archive of Our Own#The written word#Tis mine#Writer’s Rambles
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List of things that exist btw
The Show: the reason you’re here. they keep renewing your contract and you’re trying to work on this other project but they pay good so you keep coming back
The Audience: group of people that watch the show from behind the show. You have to look past the threads to see them
The Watcher: as it says on the tin but he watches from inside the show, participating as a 4th wall breaking actor, unlike the audience. You have to look past the darkness or the mist to catch a glimpse
The Guy/The Dude: he’s at home watching a tv screen of the show in the near future when it’s released to VHS. You may watch from his eyes sometimes, if you desire
The Director & The Writer: You will never see them. You may sometimes see parts of the writer in her coded work, the geometric shape of rocks and grass; smaller, finer details. The director determines how the show runs, and so he’s super unimportant ultimately.
The Dreamer: small sleeping child who dreamt the show from start to finish and thus created all myth and legends from his real life adventures with his older sister and parents. You can see him at any time by walking directly into space for however long until you reach the edge
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