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yandereunsolved · 2 months

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Breath of a Yandere - ,, Yandere Wild headcanons

tw(s): yandere themes, (Wild) multiple mentions of suicidal ideations/suicide & self depreciation

ꨄ︎ Yandere Wild who met you after waking up in the Shrine of Resurrection. You were a lone traveler from Lurelin Village. You traveled countless months, with many others accompanying you at various points on your journey. You had to know the truth. You had to know if it was true. The rumors about the legendary hero fueled your adventures. You feared the worst, but you found him. He didn't awake at first. You spent weeks traveling out of the Shrine only for necessities.

ꨄ︎ He heard a strange voice coming from the darkness and then saw you. You spoke to him with such a reverence that he wasn't accustomed to. He was incredibly cautious and wouldn't allow you near him. That all changed when you offered him some glazed meat. He shoved it down his throat and suddenly you were his closest companion.

ꨄ︎ Words never leave his mouth. You thought at first it was just the surprise of awakening after a hundred years, but no. He just never spoke to you. He spoke with his hands and through his body language. He taught you most of the Hylian sign language that you know. It is probably better that he doesn't speak. You would be disturbed and greatly flattered about the things he thinks about you.

ꨄ︎ He never leaves your side unless you are both put in a life ending situation. He's like a silent but loyal dog. He is always watching your movements and standing guard over you. You have to cuddle with him before he finally allows himself to succumb to sleep.

ꨄ︎ Guardians? You are staying behind. Shrines? You may stand at the entrance as long as there are no monsters around. If there are then he will kill them and then make you wait. The Divine Beasts? Okay, fine— he allows you in all the Divine Beasts except for Vah Naboris. He allows you to ride with Riju but only because she has the Thunder Helm. However, the Ganonblights? On Hylia's name, no. You go back to the entrance and wait there.

ꨄ︎ Ganon himself? You wait. After your entire journey together, he only speaks one word to you. "Wait." He presses himself against you and makes you hide behind one of the castle pillars. There are tears in his eyes and he is shaking. You are his God(dess). He has killed and sacrificed so much. You saved him. You did. He signs to you. "I face Ganon alone. I can't lose you." His hands get shaky. "I love you."

ꨄ︎ That's the first time he ever says he loves you and his yandere tendencies only get worse from there. More possessive. More obsessive. More puppy-like. He's a wolf in sheep's clothing. He always has an eye on you and doesn't allow you out of his sight. He would never hurt you, but he'll hurt others for you.

ꨄ︎ After the battle you two embrace each other and he sobs quietly into your chest. He allows you to patch his wounds. It's difficult because he's hanging off of you. Zelda is sitting near you both around the campfire. It's a little a lot awkward because she's seen his entire journey. She has seen his feelings for you blossom. A part of her hurts because she won't have her Link back, but was he ever hers? It was just his duty.

ꨄ︎ His memories may have come back but he only has one person in his heart. That person is you. Zelda wants him to come back as a knight. He signs no. He has to stay near you. He will die without you.

ꨄ︎ He thinks the sweetest and most depraved things in his mind. He is constantly praising you within his mind. He wishes he could speak those words but he can't. So he signs them. He shows them through acts of service. His mind is just a constant track about you. Partially this is because of his knight training. He was trained to protect and serve. He was trained to help the princess. His mind still sometimes slips back into that. It's just you, you, you, danger?, you, you, you.

ꨄ︎ On that note, his trauma is constantly fueling his tendencies and how he sees you as his god(dess). He was a child knight, blames himself for failing to protect everyone before Calamity Ganon gave over, and woke up with zero memories and a mission to save all of Hyrule. You were the first person he met. You were and still are his guide to this world. Sure, you aren't fated to be with him. Sure, it could have been just a mistake— but you are the first person that ever got him. You didn't push him to speak. You took your time in learning how to communicate with him. You respected him not just as the hero but a person.

ꨄ︎ He takes interest in whatever you are interested in. He will go so far as trying to replicate what you are doing. He isn't great at art but he'll do his best to draw what you are doing. He shows it you like an excited little kid. He does little poems as well. They are all about his adoration to you and how much he wants to spend time with you. Sometimes they have some blood splatters on them. Don't think about it too hard.

ꨄ︎ He his naturally cautious when all of these goods things become interrupted with the introduction of The Chain. He is like a frightened animal with his hackles up. He has his mastersword pointed to the strange group. They introduce themselves and he relaxes a little. He stays by your side the entire time and makes sure everyone knows that you are taken by him.

ꨄ︎ It's really, really, really hard for him when you say you want to travel with The Chain. His thought process is like this: heartbreak. My God(dess) wants to be around other Links? Why do they want to put themselves in danger? Why? Why? I have to protect them. I have to. I need them near me. Why do they want to travel? Will they still cook for me and me only...? Or will I have to share? You want to travel to different Hyrules and fight monsters with them? You want to see their Hyrules? What if my Hyrule isn't good enough for you?

ꨄ︎ As much as he hates it— he'd do anything for you. He sets some ground rules though. No letting the others get too close. Stay by his side. Tell him everything. And do not, ever, put yourself in harms way. That has been his number one rule since day one. No getting yourself hurt. That scares him the most. He could live without you, but you are alive. He'd barely be alive but he could live. If you died? He'd kill himself and die right next to you. So when you get a scratch he wants, needs, aches to kill the thing that gave you that scratch.

ꨄ︎ You both begin traveling with The Chain and it goes better then expected. Wild is still the same Wild. He may even be getting a little better. The Chain is a bunch of hims. Wild is doing better in a way. He's gotten close to everyone and now knows some of their secrets. He's quiet and he listens. They are unassuming of him. Even the more cautious ones such as Hyrule, Legend, and Time bring their guard down a little. He rarely communicates with them but you know he is acutely listening. He only really signs to you.

ꨄ︎ So, it's perfect. There are a bunch of hims that stay away from you and protect you. He is getting them to trust him. You are safer than you have ever been. Safe. So safe. And if he needs to kill them for you? He's already got the information on them.

ꨄ︎ Wild always buys you things from the villages you all go to. He runs up to you and shoves them into your hands happily. It's one of the few times you see a smile on his usually stoic face. He absolutely adores buying you matching fits. He's practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. He loves matching with you. He even gets you a sword that mimics the mastersword in style. He teaches you how to wield it and everything.

ꨄ︎ He sabotages the others in The Chain if they try to spend time with you. He'll tell you things about them, dark things that he's learned. He'll write them out to you and slip them into your back pocket, your satchel, your bed roll. He'll make them look stupid in front of you. He might accidentally trip them or outbest them in sparring. He makes sure you see the worst of them and the best of him. He doesn't need words to steal your heart all for himself.

ꨄ︎ He always wakes up early and watches you sleep. He tries to resist your warmth to not fall asleep but it's too much. So he wakes up in the morning before you. He watches silently, unblinkingly. He thinks you look so adorable, so pretty, so handsome. You are even more angelic when you are awake. Your smile could even make Ganon fall to his knees.

ꨄ︎ He either makes breakfast for you or with you. He sits guard while you bathe in the river. He wants to take a peek but he doesn't! He's a loyal man. He's tempted. Very tempted though. He loves watching you do your skincare and getting ready though. His eyes rarely leave you while in eyesight.

ꨄ︎ His habits reach their most overbearing after Sage joins The Chain. His life was going so perfect with you. You got protection and he got you all to himself. Now, there's this new version of him. He is acting so... clingy towards you. He just seems so attached to you. Wild begins to get shooed away when Sage is near. You are all about being near Sage. Saving Sage.

ꨄ︎ He refuses to leave your side, even for a moment. He distances himself from the rest of The Chain. He begins to not eat. He begins to not sleep. He gets very nervous and becomes a wreck. He thinks if he does this to himself you'll love him. You loved him when he was like this before. Is this what you want? Do you want someone that needs you? He needs you more than anyone else. He doesn't see any reason to live anymore without you.

ꨄ︎ Like always, you save him. You save him from that dark place and refuse to leave his side. He cuddles into you and refuses to let you go. You feel guilty and you are worried sick about him. Wild almost died and he refuses to tell you why. You were sparring with Sage and suddenly you heard a sword slash in the woods. Wild stabbed himself in the heart with a sword... If it wasn't for Hyrule he'd be dead.

ꨄ︎ You sobbed for hours over his body and you refused to leave. You still do. You are beginning to succumb to his neediness and overprotective ways. Just like Wild wanted. He just needs to be wanted by you. He just needs your love. He just needs one person who will love him above all else.

ꨄ︎ Wild has you, but at Sage's expense. He's extremely irritated that this little boyfriend of yours is taking you away from him. A few of the other Links have mixed, upset, and possessive feelings as well. However, we'll discuss that another time.

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c0smoshit · 6 months

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Hug headcanons!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ time, warriors, twilight, wild, sky and sage (totk)

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ don't read if you hate awful amounts of fluff, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm planning on writing more headcanons about not only linked universe but other fandoms, let me know if you like them :))

Time

★ Def wouldn't hug u at first ( he is the princess knight after all )

★ But when he warms up to you, be ready to recieve the biggest hugs ever

★ Would hold your nape, pulling you closer to his neck, letting your arms freely wrap around him

★ Idk but he gives off the vibes of pulling off long hugs, just breathing into you and taking all of you in

"We're ba-"

He didn't even finish his sentence as he felt his breath being violently taken away from his lungs. And when he lowered his eyes to see your head crushed into his chest, he let down his guard.

Some stared at you, others whispered under their breaths and the rest just didn't care. And he didn't either, he enjoyed the warmth you seemed to pass to his cold body, pressing your front closer to him as a hidden grin painted itself on his lips.

But he was happy to be back with the rest of the group, and he ceirtanly wasn't the only one.

Warriors

★ This cocky mf acts like he doesn't care if you hug him, but he is dying inside

★ He finally got to feel you closer to him, and he would kill to have you this close once again

★ And that's a win win

★ Expect some unexpected bone-crushing hugs after your first one as he has already taken the clue that you weren't uncomfortable

★ This boy is desesperate

"I'm alright, I'm alright"

He then patted your back, his other arm still grabbing his sword. Although you couldn't see it, he had a huge smirk plastered on his face that soon would be pried off his face.

"Oh? Alright then"

Your teasing tone never failed to leave him blushing under his cocky facade, so when you pried yourself off his chest mimicking his smirk he was so confused.

Your back was soon turned to him and he wished he hadn't opened up his mouth in the first place.

"Wait-"

Twilight

★ He literally can transform himself into a wolf so expect the warmest hugs ever

★ He would always try to be as close as you as possible, always using some excuses as if to lend you his hand whenever you had to climb something, shield ready to protect you from any attack

★ The fur he has on his tunic doubles up cozy points ;)

★ He would definitely be the type to cuddle anywhere right after you gave him a small hug

"You're freezing, y/n"

Your eyes found his own ones, bathed in the comfortable hues of orange that the makeshift fire was able to emit. You tried to nod it off, telling him that you were okay, but he saw the way you were trembling under your clothes.

"Come here"

In just two words he got you entirely over him, the moment he opened up his tunic for you to sit on his lap as he tried to warm both of you up, you were at his complete mercy.

"Much better"

Your muttered out words made his heart ache, seeing your form clinging into him as you hid your face on his neck was definitely something else. His surprisingly hot hands soon travelled to your back drawing soothing circles into your skin.

Wild

★ He goes absolutely mad

★ The moment you wrap your arms around him he is absolutely at your mercy

★ He could spent days with you clinging on him, and he surely would cling onto you all day long

★ He would and will give you surprise hugs, whenever you are doing some tasks outside or just whenever your back is facing him

★ Absolutely adores teasing you ;)

Your loud shriek filled the whole inn you guys stopped by to rest.

The reason?

A sneaky bastard that happened to wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up in the air. Thanks to the corner of your eye, you could see his characteristic blue tunic, so you were a bit less spooked out.

"Link!"

His chuckle mixed with the soft sway of the afternoon leafs were the only thing that filled up your mind now. That and his strong arms placing you back down on the ground, your hands holding them for dear life as you felt his face smashed on your shoulder.

He really acted like an hyperactive puppy

Sky

★ Okay so this man, sleep

★ Loves, loves, loves deep and prolonged hugs. He feels as if you were a blanket surrounding his body.

★ So whenever he had to share a room with you in a inn or something he would "accidentaly" book one with only one bed available

★ wink wink

★ And god, the way he cuddles 10/10, would recommend

His legs were a mess mixed with your own ones, your nose pressed into his collarbone as he snored peacefully into the dawn. His arms secured you by your back with a force you didn't even know where it came from since he was asleep.

You didn't notice the way he had enveloped your body with his own one but you were too tired to care. Happily snuggling into his neck as you enjoyed this restful moment.

Looking up into his face before your weary eyes closed themselves, you saw the most serene expression you had ever seen on anyone before.

The perfect cuddle buddy

Sage

★ I see him as a more chill version of Wild

★ Always ready to recieve and give the greatest hugs you or he could give

★ Would literally think you hate him if one day you forgot to hug him before waving him goodbye

★ Adores being as close to you as possible, listening to your endless anecdotes

"Hey there"

Your soft voice never failed to make him weak on the knees, arms wrapping themselves around your waist as he looked over your shoulder to whatever food you were making.

Silence fell over the room, just both of your mixed breaths and the sonorous sound of your knife chopping some vegetables.

He would often whine when you had to move from your spot, reaching some other utensil. He also weighed heavier as his body would slump into yours, snoozing into nirvana on your shoulder.

He never failed to make you feel so cheerily dumb

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twilightaurora · 9 months

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bolstering a fighter's spirit – sage

sneak peek: before battle, link pulls you aside with a request. he wants to wear his barbarian armor into the fight, but he needs help with the paint patterns of the set. after all, the attack bonus only happens when the purple paint completes the armor. won't you help him?

pairing: sage (totk!link) x fem!reader, background chain (no wind) x fem!reader (poly) – this will be four parts! one for sage, wild, and cal, then the triplets together ;)

warnings: 18+ content! (do NOT interact with this unless you have an age indicator in your bio - I WILL block you) cursing, spitting, handjobs/masturbation, hair pulling, praising, mentions of oral (m! receiving), sage is a big tease, a little bit of exhibitionism (public setting, but you're alone), jealousy ;) biting (forgive me if sage is ooc, he's just a little gremlin in my eyes) this is mostly teasing – the good stuff will come in part four ;)

word count: 6.4k

a/n: i want sage in a way that is concerning to feminism i think (/j... or am i??) this is dedicated to @neverchecking who fueled my brain rot xD this series is for you >:D

It starts with Sage.

Because it always does.

The chain landed in his Hyrule the day before, appearing on the borders of Zora’s Domain. The shift wasn’t terrible this time – for you anyway. Hylia, whether intentionally or not, had dumped you directly atop Time and Twilight.

In your humble opinion, Time made a much worse cushion than his successor. With his broad chest and stiff armor, the eldest hero was less than comfortable to land on. Twilight, on the other hand, managed to grasp a hold of your waist in the midst of the fall, and dragged you into him as the three of you went down. You ended up landing mostly atop Twilight, much to your thanks. However, you could still feel the harsh press of Time’s armor against your sides.

“Oof,” you grunt as the air escapes your chest involuntarily. Pressing a hand to your ribs, you suck in a grateful breath of air as you lean forward.

A hand slips around your hips as another gently taps against your back.

“You alright there, darl’?”

It’s Twi. His accent is unmistakable.

His hand rubs sweetly against your side as you cough. Sitting up with a huff, you feel Twilight hum as you lean away from his chest. Awkwardly, you shimmy off his lap to land between him and Time, smiling with a little chuckle, you nod.

“Yeah, m’okay,” you smile, feeling your breath return. “You?”

Twilight chuckles, shifting and stretching his back. The three of you landed on your backs, facing skyward as the portal closed above you. It wasn’t a big fall, but it was enough to leave you winded.

“M’alright, too. What about ya,’ Time? Ya’ good, old man?” Twilight turns over his shoulder to look at Time with a toothy grin. You catch a glimpse of his sharpened canines and have to look away before he catches your lingering stare.

Time huffs, rubbing his own hand against the chest-plate of his armor.

“Watch it, pup,” the eldest murmurs, but there’s no heart in it. Especially when you find the grin twisting the corner of his mouth upwards. “I’m okay. Is everyone all here?”

“We’re good!”

The reply comes from Wind, the youngest already standing and looking around the new environment. His hands are on his hips and there’s a beaming grin on his lips.

“Speak for yourself, kid,” Legend grunts. The Vet is pulling himself from a pile of limbs, buried beneath the forms of Hyrule, Sky and Wild. “You didn’t land at the bottom of the pile.”

A resounding groan comes from Sky as he weasels his way from underneath the others, offering his own complaint.

“Four’s a little woozy, but other than that we’re doing fine,” Warriors inputs, his form crouched beside the mentioned hero. Four is on his hands and knees, panting as he attempts to right himself. Shifts are always a little different for him. Perhaps it had something to do with the other parts of him still constrained within one form, but he didn’t quite know.

“I’ll be fine, Wars. Just gimme’ a few minutes.”

Time is on his feet a moment later, turning back to you with a sweet smile and offering a hand.

“Thank you,” you hum as you slip your fingers into his own. Twilight props you up as you begin to stand, his hand sliding from your back to a fraction lower. When you turn over your shoulder to shoot him a look, Twilight gives you a wolfy smile and a little wink before he begins to stand as well. You roll your eyes goodnaturedly and ignore the flash of heat that zings through your gut.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Time murmurs, brushing the dirt off your tunic as you fix yourselves. “Anyone know where we are?”

“It’s my Hyrule,” comes Sage’s voice. The Hero of the Zonai is looking down at his Purah Pad, scanning through something as he speaks. “We landed pretty close to Zora’s Domain. If we’re lucky we can make it there before nightfall.”

Wild nods, brushing off his tunic as he confirms Sage’s words.

“I recognize Inogo Bridge,” he muses as slings a Lynel Bow over his shoulders. “Is the road to the Domain as overrun here as it is in mine?”

Sage hums as he filters through his weapon inventory, eventually summoning a Zonaite Sword that’s been fused to some monster part that the others don’t recognize. That Fuse ability of his is still something the Chain is getting used to.

“It’s not so bad. I cleared it out before the last Blood Moon, but I’m not sure how long I’ve been gone.”

Time leaves your side to join Sage and Wild. Cal fills his empty place easily, a little grin on his lips as he scans over your form. When he finds no injuries, his smile broadens, giving you a nod as you lean forward to pat his cheek sweetly. The pinkish hue of his cheeks is too cute.

“I’m fine, Cal, really,” you murmur, leaning into the Hero as he blushes.

“Just checking, is all.”

You smile, pecking Cal’s cheek as you leave his side to join the other heroes. Time has his arms crossed over his chest as Sage speaks, his one eye still shut and his armor glinting in the sun.

“Okay,” the Hero of Time begins, scanning over the Chain as he mulls over his words. “We move in an hour. That should give everyone a chance to recover from the shift. We should prepare for a fight – with our luck, the road will probably be overrun.”

The rest of the Chain offer various forms of agreement, beginning to move away as they shift through their various belongings. You pull your pouch to your front and untangle the strings as you rifle through the magically enhanced insides. Finding the bottles you’re searching for, you count the number of healing potions and fairies still on your person. Mentally accounting for the rest of the chain and the number of potions you know are in Wild’s slate, you hum thoughtfully. There’s enough. As long as nothing goes terribly wrong, everything should be just fine.

A moment later, your name is called.

Lifting your head, you find Sage’s eyes across the clearing. The Hero of the Zonai finds your gaze and lifts his hand to beckon you closer.

“C’mere, sunflower,” he smiles, the glint in his eyes reflecting something deeper. His grin looks a little too close to a smirk, and your heart skips a beat. He wants something. “I need your help with something.”

You follow his motion with a silly tumble of your stomach. Sage never fails to make your gut flip and your skin warm. You’re so weak for this man and he’s not even doing anything.

“What’s up, Sage?”

The hero is already wearing different clothes from the ones he landed in. You recognize them – you’ve seen his barbarian armor before. He and Wild – as well as Cal, you’ve come to learn, each have a set of the ‘armor.’ You’re hardly sure it can be called armor, given how little it actually seems to protect during battle. Wild had mentioned the armor was enhanced by the Great Fairies, giving him some kind of magical boost during battle. You didn’t really understand it, but you believed him. The triplets were wonders on the battlefield, and with the addition of the armor, you could tell their prowess seemed to grow.

However, though Sage dons the leg wraps and the chest guard, the helm is still missing. When you step closer to the hero, you notice he’s suspiciously missing something else too.

There’s no paint decorating his skin.

The fur of his boots and at his shoulders ruffles with the soothing breeze, and you desperately try to keep your eyes away from the toned lines of his abdomen. Sage, however, seems to notice your struggle, because his grin only seems to broaden.

When you reach his side, Sage holds something out to you.

A paintbrush.

“Can you help me with this, pretty? I can’t reach my back as easily as you can.”

You have to battle against the way your stomach flutters. Skin warming and fingers twitching, you reach out to grab the brush from Sage’s outstretched hand.

“Are you sure?” you murmur. “I don’t know the pattern as well as you.”

Sage gives you another grin, humming sweetly as he reaches for your hands. His skin is warm as he pulls you closer.

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll help you, love. Just come with me, please?”

The look he gives you makes your knees weak. His lidded eyes are filled with something you can’t decipher, and his pretty cerulean irises are peering down at you with something dark in their depths. The way he leans forward over you is troubling given the way your heart clenches.

“Okay, if you’re sure,” you whisper, smiling back at the hero.

Sage leads you away from the camp the Chain begins to build. You’re not quite sure what the distance is for, but you assume he must want some privacy given how close the paint is to…

Oh.

Sage smirks as you begin to realize what he’s asked you to do. His grip on your hand tightens and you press your lips together to repress the way your cheeks warm. Your stomach flips and something hot surges between your thighs.

“You finally realize what I’m asking you, pretty girl?”

Goddesses, this man is too much for you.

You offer Sage a look, feeling suddenly small beneath his heated gaze. His blonde locks are loose and hanging delicately around his face, and you want to run your fingers through the silky tresses. You wonder what kind of sound he’ll make if you tug on them.

Turning back to you when he’s deemed the distance enough, Sage gives you another smirk and pulls you close. He clutches your hips in his hands, tugging you closer with lidded eyes and leans down closer to you. Your heart skips a beat as his lips graze over your own, and you surge closer to his pretty mouth.

Sage chuckles, the low sound making your stomach feel funny.

“Ah ah, sunflower…” he tuts playfully, squeezing your hips and pressing his waist into your own. “I still need your help – there’s no attack boost without the body paint, you know?”

You huff, shooting him a withered look at Sage grins. The hero pulls out the paint he uses for such purposes, outstretching it towards you as he motions towards the paintbrush.

“Please, my love? You can start with my legs.”

You nearly roll your eyes at his honey-sweet tone, giving him another look as you accept the paint. Your stomach flips again when Sage leans back, resting his weight against a tree behind him. The hero spreads his legs a bit, offering you the space between them as he looks down at you.

With something hot rippling beneath your skin, you realize what he beckons for you to do. Huffing, you drop to your knees at Sage’s feet and look up at him with your brows raised. You find the man already looking down at you with a toothy grin, and something feral in his expression makes you even weaker to his salacious smirk.

“This what you wanted, Sage?”

“That’s perfect, sweet girl. You know I love you on your knees for me,” he purrs. “You know what the pattern looks like?”

You offer a small nod, shifting your eyes to the empty expanse of his toned thighs. On your knees, your head comes up to his hips, and you’re given a beautiful view of his gorgeous legs. The little skirt the armor uses barely covers more than a few inches beneath his hips, and you’re given more than an eyeful of his pretty, bare skin.

Turning back to the paint in your hands, you dip the paintbrush in the royal purple color and lift it back towards his skin. Looking back up at him once, Sage inclines his head in a nod and you melt underneath his dark eyes.

You start at his legs, dragging the paintbrush across his right leg. On his outer thigh, you paint the crossing pattern that you’ve seen span over his legs. You definitely have not been paying close attention to the pattern that the armor always dons…

Flushing at the memory, you feel your thighs weaken, so you spread your knees farther apart to counter the weight. Head spinning as you finish the first leg, you look back up at Sage. He’s still watching you, one of his hands lifting to brush some of your hair out of your eyes sweetly, you melt into his hand. He gives you an uncharacteristically tender look before he nudges you back to your job.

When you turn to the other leg, you find the leather drop sheath encasing his upper thigh. The dagger in the holster glints in the sun, but that’s not why your stomach flips.

“Can I…” you murmur, voice uncharacteristically weak. “Can I take this off? I think the paint goes across here, doesn't it?”

Sage hums, a knowing smirk on his lips as he runs his fingers across your scalp again. Leaning his hips forward towards you, you feel another lick of heat flick between your thighs.

It’s so… hot. Everything is so hot. You know he’s teasing you, but it’s working.

By the Three, is it working...

Sage makes no move to take the holster off himself, simply offering you his hips and looking down at you through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty. Take it off f’me.”

You melt beneath his gaze, shakily lifting a hand to his legs. Your brain is racing and your thoughts are so fuzzy. Sage knows exactly how to make you weak beneath him. It takes so little effort. In any other situation, you’d probably throw a playful swat for such behavior, but when Sage gives you that lustful smirk, you find you’ll do anything he says – as long as he keeps looking at you like that, you’ll do anything and everything.

When your fingers find the holster, skimming across the pretty, pale skin of his inner thigh, Sage keens. Goosebumps ripple across his flesh where your fingers were, leaving a trail of little bumps in a pattern across his skin. Knocking his head back against the tree trunk, Sage hums out a sweet sound and pushes his hips closer to you.

“Hnng…”

Goddesses, does he make pretty sounds.

You want to hear more. As his hips roll forward, you become more than aware of how close his waist is to your face. It takes every fiber of restraint you have not to drift your hand just an inch closer to the edge of his little skirt.

Loosening the strap of his sheath, you begin to pull the leather from around his thigh. Dragging it down his legs, you drop it at his feet and look back up at him.

Sage still has his head thrown back against the tree, his lips tugged upwards in a hazy look with his eyes closed. You’re so tempted to brush your lips across the span of his inner thigh, just where you need to paint. Your legs clench, the heat beginning to swell between your own thighs. Before you stand back up on your knees, the leather discarded at Sage’s feet, you indulge your fantasies. Darting forward, you drag your lips across the pale skin of his inner thigh, grinning when Sage curses.

“Oh, Hylia,” he hisses, eyes prying open to glare down at you. You grin and Sage reaches a hand out to flick your forehead.

“Keep going, sunflower. There’s still more to paint, and we’ve only got an hour,” he coos. “If you’re quick, maybe I’ll give you a reward for being so good for me.”

You hurriedly dip the paintbrush back into the violet ink and Sage chuckles in that deep tone that makes your insides mushy. You finish the second crossing pattern on his leg before Sage’s eyes open again.

Looking up at him, you lift off your knees and sit up. Now closer to his stomach, you hum shakily and whisper quietly.

“I can’t remember the entire pattern on your chest, Sage. M’gonna need some help.”

“Of course, my love,” he muses sweetly. His hand is back at your scalp, gently scratching at your scalp and grinning when you keen into his hands. He loves when you go limp in his grasp. Oh, Hylia – he wants to see the look on your face when he yanks the strands back. Would you make a pretty sound for him when he does? Would you beg him to do it again?

He wants to find out.

Sage loves the sound your voice makes when you beg him so sweetly. He remembers the way your hips canted up into his own not so long ago, desperate for him to roll back into you as he pinned you beneath him. His eyes slide back shut at the memory, feeling his cock stiffen beneath the skirt of his armor. It twitches and Sage can barely contain the urge to drag your hand beneath the waistband to solve the growing problem. He can so clearly recall the touch of your fingertips against the head of his cock.

Fuck, it’s so hot.

“There’s a line across each of my ribs. They go around my back,” he manages to choke out. “Do those first.”

You obey him without complaint, dragging the soft bristles of the brush across his chest just beneath where the chest-plate ends. The bristles tickle across his ribs, and in any other circumstance, they might have elicited a silly giggle from the usually so stoic hero. However, Sage is far more distracted by the throbbing beneath his waistband to spare the attention for such sensations.

As you lean back on your heels, tilting your head to assess if the short lines of pain across Sage’s abdomen are even, the hero chuckles again. Licking his lips, he gives you that feral grin that makes your heart clench. Pushing off the tree, he twists around to give you his back.

“They go down to my waistband,” he murmurs. “You remember ‘em?”

You offer a vague nod, too distracted by the cutting lines of his hips. Sage eats up the attention.

With a racing mind, you finish the pattern, dragging the brush from mid-back downwards to the small of his back. When you lift a hand to the edge of his skirt, pulling the edge slightly to dip the brush beneath his waistband, Sage shivers.

You grin.

When he turns back to you, he speaks with a flash of sharpened canines. You nearly squirm at his feet, a notion Sage adores.

“Now my hips.”

You swallow thickly.

Before dipping the brush back into indigo paint, you bite the edge of your lip and push back the smirk that attempts to show. You have an idea.

“Sage…” you hum sweetly, leaning closer to the hero’s waist. Just an inch from the waistband of his skirt, you pull one of your hands up from the ground to rest against the bare skin of his hip. The toned skin of his waist flexes under the touch of your fingers, and you watch Sage’s closed eyes twitch.

Perfect.

“Can you help me, darling? I can’t remember how this looks?”

Sage’s eyes pry open, seemingly with immense difficulty, and the hero’s dilated pupils meet your own. Blown wide with some kind of primal emotion, Sage’s flushed cheeks spread into a grin as he registers your words. You lean closer to his hips, your fingers delicately tracing shapes over his side. You try desperately to restrain a scheming grin when Sage pushes closer to your hands.

“‘Course, my sunflower. S’just a triangle over my waist. I’ll help you.”

When one of his hands reaches for yours, you beam. Sage gently lifts your fingers, pulling you closer by your wrist until your front is nearly pressed up against his legs. He looks down at you with that feral, dominant look he knows you love, and you shiver. Your heart thunders beneath your ribs and Sage adores the way you move so easily for him. Always so eager to obey his commands… Goddesses he loves you. He’ll treat you so well after this – he promises.

Lifting your hand, he helps you drag the paintbrush over his right hip and carefully draws the triangular shape across his waist. He twists a little, allowing you to finish the shape at his back. With another silly grin, he begins to help you start the other side.

“There you go,” he coos with batting lashes. “Doin’ so well f’me. That’s just perfect.”

When you finish his hips, Sage helps you paint the three dots on his front before moving to allow you to replicate the same at the small of his back.

Then, you’ve reached the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. The last part of his barbarian armor – the handprints.

Sage twists back to his front, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead – a sweet caress compared to the way he’s been looking at you. He’s always so adoring in the way he treats you, even when he’s manhandling you beneath him. When he pulls your legs over his shoulders, darkened irises scanning over your bare hips, Sage always presses a chaste kiss to your calf to apologize for the stretch of your muscles. Always so sweet to the one he loves.

“Thank you for helpin’ me. Now, give me your hand, sweet thing.”

You obey, hand already outstretched with your palm facing skywards. Offering him the brush, freshly dipped in orchid-colored paint, Sage hums and accepts. He delicately cradles the back of your hand and begins to coat your fingers in violet ichor. The clay feeling of the paint sinks into your skin, and you sit obediently as Sage paints your palms.

His eyes flick upwards to meet your eyes with another teasing grin.

“You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you, pretty?”

You nod, a matching smile on your lips.

“Good,” Sage purrs, finally finishing the coat of paint across your palm. “C’mere then.”

He twists to give you his spine first. You grin, reaching forward with your unpainted hand to pull gently at his waistband. Sage’s head knocks back as you nudge the skirt lower. When you can clearly see the small of his back, accentuated by his thin waist – his slutty waist, in your opinion – you lift the violet hand and carefully lay it across his spine.

Sage hums, head still tilted backwards and his eyes closed.

Before lifting your palm, you lean forward, eyes closing as your lips graze over the bare skin of his hip. Sage’s skin is hot, flushed red with the rush of warmth surging beneath his waistband. His cock twitches again.

“Naughty…” he whispers teasingly.

Twisting back around to the front and reclining back against the tree, Sage is careful not to smudge the paint you freshly smeared across his back. Inclining his hips forward again, the Hero of the Zonai gives you that feral look once more before his hand lifts and he’s beckoning you closer.

“Just one more…” Sage teases, beginning to paint your palm once more. “One more and I’ll reward you.”

You shiver, the rumble of his voice seemingly sinking beneath your skin to sink into your chest. He makes you so weak. Perhaps it’s something about the way dominance seems to radiate from him during moments like this. All he has to do is bat those blonde lashes and give you that feral, little grin, and you’re putty in his hands. Well, you suppose it’s not so bad. Sage always treats you so well.

“Yeah, you want that, huh? ‘Course, you do… I always treat you so good, don’t I?”

You hum in response, shuffling forward on your knees, “Yeah, I want that, Sage. Please?”

Sage coos, a teasing smile stretched across his lips. He strokes one of his hands over your cheeks before it crawls behind your neck. Cupping your head, he runs his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull. Your thighs clench again. Sage does the same thing when your mouth is preoccupied with something else – running his fingers through your hair and pulling your face closer to his pretty hips. His head shifts between tossing back and staring down at your face, as if he can’t decide if he wants to give in to pleasure or if he can’t stand to look away. And he always sounds so pretty when you go down on him.

“Ahh, I love it when you beg so sweetly for me, my darling. Finish this and I’ll give you what you want.”

Releasing your hand, Sage drops the brush and lays back beckoning you forward with a lustful expression. When you shuffle again, inching closer, the hero pulls you forward by the back of your head and your stomach flutters. Offering you his waist, you lift your unpainted fingers with only a single tremor of your awaiting hand.

Sage nods, inclining his chin in a command.

“Pull ‘em down, pretty thing. You’ll need to see what you’re doing, right?”

You huff, unable to offer a teasing remark in return, simply too transfixed on the sharp lines that lead down his waist. The v-line beckons you, guiding down where you want him most.

Brushing your fingers across his waistline, you find the band of his skirt. Looking up at him once, Sage watches you with fluttering lashes as you begin to nudge the waistband. Tugging on it, Sage pushes his hips towards you to help you pull the skirt down onto his hip bones.

It goes slow – tantalizingly slow. Revealing bare skin inch by inch, you lean forward to press a kiss to his left hip, but Sage’s fingers grip the back of your neck harshly. Tugging gently at the strands of your hair, your stomach flutters and heat prickles between your thighs. You let out a little grunt and Sage grins wide. His body shivers, seemingly pleased at the tiny sound of pleasure that fell from your lips.

“Not yet…” Sage coos. “Be patient, sunflower.”

You give the hero a haughty look, but obey regardless of the sweltering heat building in your panties.

Weaseling the waistband downwards, you feel your heart jump into your throat. With more of his heavenly hips exposed, you feel another wave of heat flush through your skin. Each of your nerves seems to jump with adrenaline, and you eagerly lift your violet hand to finish the task appointed to you. Finally, you stop tugging at his skirt, leaving the waistband just above his dick. You know it’s uncomfortable, given how it twitches beneath the cloth of his skirt, flexing upwards at your teasing. Sage gives you an unimpressed look, motioning for you to finish.

So delicately, you press your palm against his pelvis, the purple paint sinking into his bare skin. Fingers following after, you teasingly rest your hand between the sharp edges of his v-line – just above the throbbing muscle between his thighs.

Sage keens, his head finally tossing back against the tree with another delicious sound. His hips push forward into your hands, tugging you closer to his waist by your neck. The other hand drops across his eyes, hiding his flushed cheeks in his elbow.

“Hah… fuck.”

With his arm hiding his eyes, you finally lean forward away from his fingers and leave a kiss on the edge of his v-line just beside your violent hand. Sage grunts, clenching his jaw as your warm mouth opens to drag your tongue over the dip in his hips.

“By the three…” he whines, finally scrambling to tug at your hair again. Pulling you away, you drag your hand away from his pelvis with a feral grin of your own. Looking up at your work, you watch as Sage pants, his chest heaving with each breath.

When he finally shifts his arm, his eyes prying open to find your scheming smile, Sage huffs and tightens his hold of your neck. Tugging you closer, he drops his other hand to slide two of his fingers beneath the waistband of his little skirt. Tugging at the band by his hip, he drags it another inch downwards with a primal grin.

The paint must be working – that ‘fighting spirit’ finally kicking in.

Wild had tried to explain it before; the magic the armor gives them. He said it enhanced his attack in battle, by somehow ‘bolstering his fighting spirit.’ However, when you questioned what that meant, Wild had gotten a little shifty. His cheeks had flushed and he rubbed his hands together, simply waving off your question with a simple “don’t worry about it.”

But you’re not stupid.

You’ve seen the way the triplets get a little more… primal with the armor on. They’re more aggressive, quicker to jump into battle in an attempt to burn off the adrenaline surging beneath their skin. It makes their eyes glint with something dangerous, and you’re not ashamed to say that you quite like the way they look.

“My good girl…” Sage coos, still dragging down his skirt at a teasingly slow pace. “Will you help me with one more thing, my love? Just one more?”

You nod before he even finishes his words.

Sage grins, all teeth and darkened irises.

“Hmm, thank you, baby.”

Then, Sage finally pries his skirt from his hips, letting the fur material slide off his waist and drop to the forest floor in a single motion. You only have a fraction of a second to admire his bare skin before his pretty cock fills your vision. Nearly slapping against his stomach, Sage’s dick twitches just once when you shift to look at it. The hero keens into your grip when you lean forward, painted hand sliding over his hip where you know the skirt will hide the smeared violet color.

Sage’s cock, hard and already leaking at the pretty-pink tip, lays against his stomach. It ends at the tip of the purple handprint you had just pressed into his pelvis, almost as if you had known exactly how long his dick was.

The Hero of the Zonai grins in that feral way, his form nearly radiating with primal dominance. He slides his other hand down across his stomach, taking care to avoid the fresh streaks of paint. Sage wraps a hand around his cock, tugging gently and stroking until it comes to its full hardness. He suppresses the sweet whine that desperately wants to escape – you have to work for those sounds if you want to hear them.

“Open your mouth f’me, my good girl.”

Your head tilts back into Sage’s hand, squeezing your legs together as something warm drips between them. Opening your lips, you look up at Sage as the hero smirks.

“So good… thank you, darling,” he coos sweetly, moving his hand to run his thumb over your bottom lip with a dark look. Leaning forward, Sage spits into your open mouth with a smirk.

Swallowing obediently, Sage hums happily and leans downard again to tug your lips to his own. Groaning into this kiss, Sage pries open your lips to lick into your mouth. Moaning happily, you melt into Sage’s hand, now returned to the back of your head. Sage kisses you wetly, saliva smearing onto your lips as he pants, still tugging at his cock. Pre-cum slides down the head, slicking up the length as he slides his fist over it with a whimpered sound.

“Mmm…ah”

When he finally pulls away from your swollen lips, you chase after his mouth with a sigh. Sage grins, his dilated pupils scanning over your flustered face with a haughty look. You watch him tug at his dick, rubbing your thighs to combat the throb between them as he keens into his own hands.

“Sage…” you whine, trying to shuffle closer.

Something flashes across Sage’s darkened eyes.

“That’s not my name, sweet girl,” he murmurs with a frown. “You know better. C’mon, wanna’ hear you say it right.”

Your stomach flutters, his teasing tone making your skin tingle and your head spin. You lean closer to his stomach, whining again.

Sage frowns, pulling your hair gently to redirect your attention.

“C’mon, pretty. Say my name – my real name.”

Your eyes find his, tugging carefully on your bottom lip with your teeth before you whine out the name he wants.

“Link…”

Sage – Link groans, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he slicks up his cock again. Tugging fiercely at the length as his gut clenches, heat swelling and twisting in his pelvis with a sweltering warmth.

“Oh, fuck…” he whines, pushing his hips closer to your face with a twitch of his dick. “That’s it, my pretty girl. Thank you, baby – thank you.”

Just the sound of his true name on your lips makes him so aroused he can feel his cock throb painfully in his fingers. His hand tugs your head closer, now looking back down at you with those dark irises. Sliding his other hand away from his dick, Link allows your mouth to suck two of his fingers. Tasting the salty pre-cum coating his fingers, you shift on your knees again with a pretty sound. Link smirks.

“Okay, my sunflower. You want your reward now?”

Nodding, your tongue still flicking over his two fingers, you lean closer. Purple paint smears onto both your hands, and you know there are streaks of it on both of Link’s hips. You hope the other’s don’t see – or perhaps, you hope they haven’t paid too close attention to where the paint is supposed to go. You think you can feel little smudges of the orchid clay spreading across your throat where Link is clutching your neck, but you forget about it when Sage whines again as you lick over his fingers like you would his dick. The pretty sound makes you drip, and the panties you’re wearing are surely soiled now.

“Yes please, Link,” you whisper.

Link grins again, then pulls his fingers from your mouth and pulls you into his waist. Heat in his stomach and cock throbbing, purple paint decorating his pretty skin, Link slides a hand around his dick and taps it against your lips.

“Good,” he murmurs, abs clenching as heat continues to stir. “Then suck and I’ll give you another.”

When an hour passes and you and Sage return to the temporary camp, the Chain turns to find faint streaks of smeared paint across Sage’s waist and a lilac tint on your palms. You’re both grinning, wild smiles on your cheeks as you step back into camp. Sage is in his barbarian armor, the skirt ruffled and twisted around just slightly and the helm now on his head. If Wild looks close enough, he can see a faint, dark mark on Sage’s inner thigh, just barely obscured by the skirt of the armor set.

“Are you kidding?” Wild exclaims as the two of you enter camp. He had to paint the armor himself when he could have just asked for you to do it?

Wild and Cal are both in their barbarian armor, having painted on the violet patterns themselves. The former rolls his eyes as he watches Sage follow you, a smirk on his lips. He finds Wild staring at him and his expression only seems to grow more teasing. Cal shifts on his feet uncomfortably, finding your eyes and offering you a bashful look.

“What?” Sage responds, his fanged grin still beaming.

Wild grunts, huffing as he steps closer to you, beginning to pull you away from the other hero. The long-haired hero shoots Sage a glare, but the elder hero only seems to enjoy the spotlight. Wild wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close as he finds a streak of orchid-colored clay across your throat – a fingerprint shaped print.

“You have other armor that gives you an attack boost, you know?” Wild grunts towards Sage, jealousy swirling angrily in his stomach.

“Yeah, but I wanted this one,” Sage smiles. “And our darling just wanted to help me with the paint – didn’t you, my sunflower?”

You offer a shy smile to Wild, feeling suddenly flustered beneath both their gazes.

Some of the other members of the Chain slowly begin to congregate in the center of the camp, drawn to the chatter. Wind remains over the ridge of camp, scouting the path ahead with Four. Legend scans over Sage’s slightly smudged paint and your ruffled appearance, rolling his eyes and huffing.

“Could have been more subtle, Sage,” the Veteran sighs.

“But what’s the fun in that,” said hero responds, sending Legend a grin.

Legend simply rolls his eyes again, stepping forward and licking his thumb to scrub away the paint across your throat. You shrink under his gaze, feeling so shy with their attention now on you. Legend scrubs gently and you shiver at the feeling of his saliva against your skin.

“Stay still,” Legend murmurs.

“Sorry, Vet.”

Wild, still at your side, pulls at your tunic and straightens your ruffled appearance, wiping away something at the corner of your mouth. You shy away from their attention with a flutter of your stomach. When Legend is satisfied, he sends you a knowing look before he turns back to Hyrule.

Wild hums thoughtfully at your left, and you twist to face him. You tilt your head, silently questioning Wild’s thoughts. The hero follows your titled head, eyes dilating as he examines your swollen lips. Lifting a hand, he brushes over the bottom lip with lidded eyes and something dark flashes across his expression.

Oh no – you know that look.

“Wild…” you murmur carefully.

The Hero of the Wilds meets your eyes with a smirk of his own, leaning close until his mouth is pressed against your ear. He breathes a warm sigh over your skin and enjoys the way you weaken in his arms. When he’s sure the Chain isn’t looking, he drops a hand to squeeze one of your thighs, briefly dragging a finger across the seam of your pants. You keen into Wild’s chest with a breathy sound and the hero sighs happily.

“After we reach Zora’s Domain,” he whispers, voice saccharine like the honey he cooks with. His mouth presses a sweet kiss to the skin of your throat, pecking it gently before he sets his sharp teeth against your shoulder. You whine quietly into him as they prick your flesh, and Wild bites carefully into your throat with a huff. “It’s my turn…”

bonus:

sage, walking back into camp: sorry i'm late I was doing stuff

reader, emerging from behind sage: i'm stuff! :D

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neverchecking · 11 months

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WOW that breeding fic I requested was so DELICIOUSSS thank you so much for the food... do you think you could do wild x reader, facesitting this time.. i saw this tweet and started giggling and kicking my feet

Me and Link the same fr-

I absolutely can my dear. If I ask, my dividers are 2000 x 150

Smut so Minors DNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB reader, Face sitting, Wild is down bad. Squirting.

He could die a happy man. Right here. Right now.

He had died once, miserable and trapped, probably in vein, but right now? He could die with a smile on his face, no regrets to be had. You looked so, so nervous, sitting above him like you were, hovering just out of reach and it was almost enough to send him into cardiac arrest.

Normally, he hated seeing that look on your face, but he could understood where it came from. Even if they were silly and unfounded fears.

Couldn't you, his glorious Goddess, see that, should he actually suffocate, that would be is desired way to go? That should anything actually kill him, going by your delicious things was how he wanted to do it? He didn't care for a flame of glory, or dying this glorious hero. No. If he died here, that was enough for him.

Not that he would. While he was more than willing to dive head first into this, forgetting about his own foolish need for air, he knew you would be the one to pull away should you deem him too eager for his own good. He found fight you on it, but you would be adamant. You always had a way of putting his own safety first. Far beyond his own care for it.

Right now, however, the little care he had for it (That you instilled) was long forgotten as he practically drooled. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of you, calling him in like a Siren's song. And it was tantalizing. He was sure he was actually slobbering all over himself as you stalled and hummed, trying to find any excuse to not go through with this, but he was adamant. He was ready.

"Maybe I should just get-" You went to swing your leg back over, form retreating from where it had hovered over his face only for him to grab at it, pulling it back to it's spot. He wanted you to experience this. To let go for once and put yourself first.

"Nonsense. We haven't even gotten to the fun part! You can't back out now!" He cried out, licking his lips as he swallowed harshly. You were right there and he was so close, you couldn't pull away now. "C'mon, I'm a big boy. I'm sure I can handle it."

"I just...Don't wanna hurt you." You pouted. And oh, how sweet you were. So worried about hurting him? As if you were even capable of such a thing. He ensured you would never be able to seriously hurt him.

"Trust me, sweetness, there is nothing you could do that would ever hurt me."

"Maybe I could just...hover-"

"Do you hover on a chair?" Wild raised a brow, moving both of his hands to curl under your thighs, hands resting in the curves of your pelvis. You shuddered under his hold but didn't answer, still stuck in your own head. He softened his features, giving you a reassuring smile even if his patience ran thin. "No. I promise you won't hurt me. You just have to sit your pretty ass down and let me handle the rest."

"But-"

His patience snapped as he dove up, licking a fat stripe in between your labia lips and making you cry out, hands grappling onto the headboard as your head fell forward. He made eye contact with you, shooting you a charming wink before returning to his meal before him. He felt he almost had to thank some deity for this, but the only one he had to praise was sitting right on top of him.

You were still so hesitant and unsure, hovering above him as he lapped and suckled at your clit, rocking your hips just a bit. For every rock he steadily pulled you closer, moving his menstrations closer to your gaping cunt. His tongue prodded your opening, eagerly licking at any juice you had to offer him, refusing to waste anything you had to bestow upon him. Every stroke of his tongue had you slowly lowering your defenses as he continued pulling you closer and closer, letting you focus on the pleasure he was bringing you. He was so, so close, practically nosing at your clit when you stopped him, one of your hands ripping itself from the headboard to tangle into his hair. "Link- Slow down- I-"

He didn't care. You were right there and slowly shattering under his hold exactly the way he wanted. Goddess above him, he could not get enough of you. He had just gotten his first real taste of you and he could not get enough.

His own hips shuffled and bucked wildly as pre-cum cooled along his shaft, but it didn't matter. His pleasure was last when it came to your own.

That's not to say he wasn't getting off on this. Just the taste of you, trailing down his throat and intoxicating his very being, was enough to have him moaning against you. The vibrations seemed to do the trick as whatever muscles you were using to hold yourself up finally gave out, sending you toppling right where he wanted you.

The grip he had on your thighs tightened ten fold as he practically locked you into place, eagerly devouring you now that you were well and proper in his reach. His knees bent as his feet stamped steadily under him, giving him the anchor he needed to all but delve into you. His nose followed his head movements, reaching your clit for him while focused on tonguing your open.

Your thighs clenched around his head as you quivered above him, the fingers in his hair pulling just enough to have him looking up at you-- never once breaking his rhythm. You were such a sight.

Your eyes were blown wide, irises merely a ring around your pupils as your cheeks shined in the limited light the sundown provided. Your chest was heaving up and down as you cried out with every lick, gentle nibble, and suck. Each thing he did pulled a new reaction out of you and he was eager to see every single one.

When your other hand fell from the headboard to join the first, he knew you were getting close, making him speed up his ministrations. The thought of you coming undone above him was so erotic that he needed to see it. He needed to feel you convulse above him, hear you cry out as you yanked on his hair,

And that was exactly what you gave him. You let out a loud cry as you pulled him closer, smothering him exactly the way he wanted. It was pure euphoria even if his airways were blocked just a bit. He just couldn't get enough of you, refusing to stop even as your cries grew in volume. Just one more. One more convulsion above him, one more rock of your hips, one more, one more, one more one more-

He was stilled when something leaked around his tongue, soaking his lower half as you absolutely shuddered. You seemed down right ashamed as you tried pulling off of him in a hurry, but he kept his hold on you strong.

He didn't even know you could do that. By the looks of it, neither did you.

Licking his lips, he set his gaze and shot you a devious look.

He wanted to know if you could do it again.

AN: Okay, so this is a bit shorter, but for good reason as I really need to talk with you guys.

Here's a reminder that all of the stuff on my page so far is all Yandere. I'm aware it's a toxic and unhealthy mindset, but these are all fictional characters. I can differentiate between something that is healthy and something that is not. I do not need you guys telling me that this is not something I should be promoting. My page is 18+, so I expect those viewing it to understand the same. I am not responsible for the media you consume, nor am I responsible for how it reflects upon your own character. If you don't like my content, you can simply scroll and move on. A lot of you have been absolutely fantastic, but for that certain individual (You know who you are), you obviously are not mature enough to consume my content, so I'm asking you kindly to either block me and scroll or I'll do it for you. Thank you for reading this PSA. Sorry for the sudden serious note.

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twilightspinkyfinger · 8 months

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Wild's Best Friend x Twilight Headcanons

When Twilight starts to have feelings for you, he is mortified.

When you and Wild first started traveling with the chain he thought you were a couple, but when that misunderstanding gets cleared up, is truly when Twilight's feelings for you start to bloom. Before, he thought you were attractive, but now he can't take his eyes off of you and he wants to spend more time with you. He finds that you occupy his mind most of the time, especially now that he is free to imagine a life with you. Although, while you and Wild are not a couple, Twilight still feels guilty about his feelings.

He doesn't want to betray Wild, and he fears that things will become really awkward between them if Wild finds out about his feelings. Wild has become a close brother to him and he really does not want to lose that bond. Although his worst fear of all is that you will find out about his crush. He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't feel the same way.

Luckily for you, although not so lucky for Twilight, Wild picks up on Twilight's crush relatively early and becomes an utter menace. He constantly thinks of tasks for the two of you to go to together and even starts placing Twilight's bedroll in between yours and his.

Twilight is glad that things aren't awkward between him and Wild but he is still terrified that you will find out about his feelings before he is ready to confess, and Wild's antics do little to ease his mind. He is sure that you are bound to find out sooner or later if the champion keeps up with his relentless behavior.

Pretty soon after Wild's sudden shift in behavior the rest of the chain starts to pick up on Twilight's crush for you as well. Time attempts to comfort Twilight and even offers words of advice on how he confessed to Malon. Twilight is glad for the advice, although he doubts he will ever get a chance to use it. He truly believes that you will hate him if you find out about his feelings.

Luckily for Twilight, it seems that you have not picked up on the chain's antics and their relentless teasing, but it's only a matter of time, and he is so scared that you won't like him back.

Little does he know that you recently admitted your own feelings for Twilight to Wild and asked for his advice on the matter, to which Wild was equally a menace to you as he was to Twilight.

It takes a couple of months of both of you running around in circles around each other before something finally happens.

When Twilight is injured by the Shadow a part of you breaks. You stay with Time refusing to leave his bedside. When Twilight finally wakes up, Time steps out to give the two of you some privacy, and you all but pounce on the rancher, still being mindful of his injuries.

You mumble strings of worry before a small, "Thank Hylia you're okay I can't believe I almost lost you before I got to tell you I love you" is whispered in your panic.

Twilight is shook. He asks if you meant what you said, and the rest is history.

However don't expect the teasing from Wild to subside just because you and Twilight have admitted your feelings for one another, if anything it gets worse, way worse.

#lu twilight x reader #twilight x reader #lu x reader #link x reader #lu twilight #lu wild #platonic!wild x reader #loz #linked universe #twilight princess x reader #wild x reader #mowrites

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faroreskiss · 9 months

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The Power of Understanding / Pilot (Part 1 v2)

Rewritten to v2 on: 2023/09/10

Cheat Sheet

Read of Ao3

Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do *they *know the truth about how you can understand everyone?

A little introduction and world building concept for the Translator!Reader and her adventures. Check notes below for more info!

Non-linear fic.

AU fic, prior to TotK (instead of TotK, chain events happen).

Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress.

More background info to come, if I feel like it :D

Warnings: None, maybe some cussing, but nothing is censored. SFW content.

Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written!

You were daydreaming in the middle of the day about him again, amidst the smell of horse shit around you, when you're supposed to be finishing the work you have until the end of the day. Or until a new portal pops up to swallow you all to Goddess knows which Hyrule this time. Damned black-blooded monsters. At least, this gave you some break.

You, coming from our own era, have been acting as the scholar of the Chain for the last couple of years, while hopping from world to world with them. Knowing this, Malon put you to work on the books of the ranch, instead of letting you deal with the cows or the horses, even though you really didn’t have anything specific to do with maths. You thought she was being kind to you, not letting you deal with dirty ranch work, you guessed? She was a sweetheart either way.

You wanted to hang out with Twilight at the same time, so instead of using the little study Malon offered, you took the books and went down to the stables. You continued with your own stuff, while he was taking care of the horses.

There was also this little thing: you were the only one who understood every single one of them, (almost) very clearly, comparatively speaking. Sure they could communicate without you just as well, but due to a bunch of coincidences, you were the closest thing to the “translation magic”, if you can call it that. Maybe it was your Hoshi Sato gene*. Maybe it was the fact that you actually stayed with Link & Zelda in the post-Calamity world, around two years prior meeting the Chain**, maybe a bit of magic was also involved. Hylia works in mysterious ways! Did it almost cost you your brain? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Some Links, of course, understood each other better than the others, especially when their eras were, linguistically speaking, not that far. Time and Twilight were just fine. Legend and Hyrule were already able to understand each other, even a little bit better than Time and Twilight. Sky was a bit further away and had a “funny way of saying things” (according to the Sailor), almost gibberish, but when you listened and when he spoke slowly enough, you could at least get the gist of what he was trying to say. Wind, Time, and Warriors already knew each other from other “incidents” before the Chain, so they already had a way of communicating.

These worlds also did not have many invasions and wars by “outsiders”, if you don’t count things like the Triforce War, Imprisoning War, Sealing War, and of course, anything that had to do with Demise, Ganon & co. and their horrible reincarnations. This meant, not a lot of language change.

In the end, what happened was that over the two years you have been together with the group, you helped them understand each other better. They adjusted their accents, and somehow warped the Hylian they speak in a way that the group would understand (and especially you), when the dialogue was still within the group. Of course, the Old Man would speak more “naturally” with Malon and vice versa, and some of the chain would adjust better (e.g. Twilight or Smithy) to the language of the era they are in. After some point, communication was not that much of a problem. You learnt it all in the end.

Writing?

Funny enough, Wild, Sky, and Twilight had similar scripts. Time and Wind had more similar writing systems. Wild, Wars, Legend, Time, and Rulie were also better at understanding the scripts of their respective eras. Overall, other than a couple of hiccups, most understood the others’ script to an extent.

And then there was Wild. Also known as “The Cook” nowadays. The rest of the chain didn’t know you called them the Chain in your mind, and had your little nicknames for them. The nicknames most likely revealed a bit too much, and even though most of the secrets were out nowadays… You knew better than to risk more. You have caused enough damage, you would think sometimes. Even though you just couldn’t resist the urge.

Anyway… Wild, his case and communication issues… were complicated.

According to the rest of the chain when you guys first met, whatever he was saying (and vice versa) was almost complete gibberish at first. Some terms and special names like “deku,” “korok,” “Hylia,” “Hyrule,” “rupee,” and such were still there, albeit with a different accent, and they helped, but it was not enough. You only found out later that it was kind of… your fault.

In the end, he was also able to communicate with them just fine. Each Link had their own… language variation and accents, so to say. Some of them did not even have the difference enough to call it a “dialect” comparatively. As you thought, language change is a slow enough process, and with the lack of ‘conflicts’ (for lack of a better word) compared to your world, no wonder they were still somehow able to understand each other. .

The Goddesses work in mysterious ways indeed.

How did it work for you, though? There was this little secret that… First time around, when you first dropped into Wild's Hyrule, “Hylian” was basically a weird mesh-up of English and Japanese to your ears, after the enchantment from the Great Fairies you have received. It was “so you could slowly understand and grasp and communicate”, you were told.

Oh boy, it really felt like a genie granting you a wish, but in its own twisted way. You found that out later though.

Second time around when you first met the rest of Links, though? The first enchantment… kind of messed everything up. Second time around, you actually ended up learning real Hylian. At least, the Hylian that was used as a lingua franca between you guys.

Of course, some learning skill enchantment was definitely not out of the deal this time as well, thanks to Rulie & Time and their fairy friends, and of course the Smithy. But what a disaster it had been! Well, it wasn’t your fault that the first time the enchantment was made, nobody calculated that you would meet the Links from other eras.

You also naturally know the reason behind why Links in kind of irrelevant eras could decipher each other's texts, even when they didn’t understand the words all the time. Some were based on the Latin alphabet, and some were on Japanese kana. No way you could clearly explain it to them.

“Oh, by the way, you are made by a game company called Nintendo, and this guy is called Miyamoto…”

Yeah, no. That didn’t go well last time. Nobody even understood what you meant.

That was a battle to fight for another day… Now, you need to focus on the budget of the Lon Lon Ranch. And not be distracted by Twilight’s statue.

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Notes:

Fanciest and most OP translator you will ever know. Star Trek Universe.

"You” already spent three years with Link and Zelda in Wild’s world and were enchanted by the Great Fairies (with Zelda’s involvement) for the improvement of learning abilities.

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fourstarsoutofnine · 4 months

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“I want auroras and sad Prose, I want to watch wisteria grow…”

Here’s my master list! I got help from the lovely @beyondtheglowingstars with setting it up. I figured out how to do the links so I think I’ll be able to update it👍 here we go!

The Chain

Chain with free cuddles reader:

pt1(time, sky, twilight)

pt2(legend, four, hyrule)

pt3(wild, wars)

Sick reader + ambush pt1, pt2 (healing)

Chain with a weighted blanket

Reader and a snake

Chain + just dance

Chain as funny texts: pt. 1, pt2, pt3

Four

Lightning

Four with an s/o who helps with his hair

Four with a clumsy s/o (hurt/comfort, major angst)

Pining’s for trees

How to date (color centric)

Forge

Legend

Slow dancing in the dark

Bad day

Legs! What’s on the menu?

Willow

Dancing on my own

Twilight

The Chain meeting Twilight’s s/o

Hyrule

Reassurance

Are ya winnin, traveler?

Wind

Lake Shenanigans with the Hero of Winds

Escape

Farore incarnate player AU

To get away Ch1

Chapter 2

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goddess-of-green · 10 days

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Platonic Yandere!Wild x Companion!Reader

(Request:) Hiiiii do you do platonic yanderes? If you do is it alright if I request platonic yandere who also wakes up from that 100 year power nap (idk maybe they were placed there since Wild used to look after them before being placed in the shrine of resurrection) so they set off on their adventure together but the reader gradually starts trying to leave

(A/N:) I haven't written platonic content before but I'm open to it! I hope you like it 💚

Synopsis: Wild was your protector before the Calamity, and he did his very best to shield you until the end. When you both wake up, 100 years later, he is unwilling to let go of the one thing he has left.

Contains: "Wild" is used but the "LU" setting is interpretive, gender-neutral reader, yandere content, queer-platonic relationship, possessive and manipulative behavior, mentions of blood and violence

Word Count: 1.5k

Waking up was tough.

Getting back into the groove of…being alive wasn’t something Wild ever thought he’d have to do. It wasn’t as if he remembered anything from his time asleep, but something inside him could just feel the passage of time, and it had ebbed away at his being.

He felt like he had to learn to be a human again. It was as if someone had switched his dominant hand suddenly. Of course he still knew how to be a person. He knew how to live and eat and communicate, but it was so…off. He just felt so uncoordinated in every aspect of his life.

The worst part was that he hardly had any idea of what he was supposed to be. Sure he could be human and alive, but could he really be him?

He was left with his life, and yet so very, very little.

One of the only things he had left was you.

You had, according to what few memories he could grasp, “died” with him. He’d given his life to protect you, but you both suffered lethal wounds. In an effort to salvage anything they could of your lives, you both were placed in the Shrine of Resurrection.

Your face was the first thing he saw when he woke up.

It wasn’t a face that he remembered, but it was one that he liked.

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the anxiousness and cluelessness he felt after waking up. All he had was a voice in his head and a trail to follow. It was as if his brain had been completely washed. Like he was a slate that had been wiped clean.

But you were there. A guiding light, a lantern in the darkness. You remembered hardly any more than he did, but you were there. You, more than anyone else, knew what he was going through, and you were a constant.

You helped him climb trees for a single apple, swam with him to fish with your bare hands, swung around branches with him while he desperately tried to find his strength again. You were his light. He couldn’t have possibly done anything without you. He would’ve broken down completely, the second he saw the ruins of Hyrule.

The sight was taxing enough. Looking out at the grown-over landscape for the first time. Tears had pricked at his eyes, and he had no idea why.

But you were there. There to take his hand and keep him going. You were his voice of reason. And you were the companionship he desperately needed after being alone for so, so long.

You’d climbed mountains with him, bundled up with him in the unforgiving cold, helped him catch horses. You even suffered through every shitty meal he cooked, while he was still learning what was edible.

You were his best friend. His favorite person. His soulmate.

But now, much to his dismay, things were starting to change.

You could say you were both on your feet now. You’d been with each other for a couple months, traveling and doing your best to settle the Divine Beasts, as Princess Zelda intended. You had both started to regain your abilities and could more than take care of yourselves against monsters and other challenges to be faced. You were much different than the scrambling weaklings you’d been only months prior.

Throughout the entire journey, Wild had never actually considered the possibility of you two separating. It simply wasn’t something that ever crossed his mind. In the back of his head, he sort of just thought you two would be together forever.

But you weren’t the hero. You weren’t the one destined to save Hyrule. It wasn’t your job, it wasn’t your responsibility to face such a burden. And he would never expect it to be. If anything, as you grew closer to each other, he found himself forming an aversion to your involvement in combat altogether.

He’d walk ahead of you on the road, head on a swivel so he could always be the first to engage any potential threats. He’d give you the best long range equipment, subtly encouraging you out of close-quarters with any monsters. He’d even asked you to stay in the village whenever he’d calm the Divine Beasts. After a few close-calls on Vah Naboris, he felt far too uneasy to let you aid him with any of them.

You’d resisted the subtle safe-guards at first, trying to do your best to help him and be on equal ground with him, but eventually you fell into it. Now though, you were starting to pull away completely. You’d started to grow more independent, and that was the opposite of his desired effect.

He wanted to keep you safe, and if possible, completely reliant on him. However, you were starting to get very comfortable with the idea of working as a separate force from him, and he hated it. Every time you spoke of your future, as if he wasn’t a part of it, it wounded him. Saying things such as “When we go our separate ways–” or “After we find our own paths–”. It made him want to pull his hair out with anxiety.

He never wanted to go a “separate way.” He didn’t want to “find his own path,” because he knew that it was with you. You were his person, his companion, his partner. He didn’t want to even think about facing anything without you. For Goddesses' sake, you experienced your comas together! How could you get any more bonded than that?

You had begun to grow closer to others. Bantering with Lady Riju, laughing with Prince Sidon, chatting pleasantly with Teba. And he wanted to spill blood when Bozai asked you to go out with him. He was trying to take you, his best friend, away from him.

Couldn’t that pathetic failure of a man see that you didn’t want anything to do with him? That you didn’t want to go anywhere with anybody when you had someone like Wild? He prided himself on being a level-headed and amicable person, but things like this made his blood boil.

Why couldn’t he just have you to himself? Didn’t he deserve that, at least? All the shit he went through and that you went through, everything that was stolen from him and all the people that he lost; didn’t he at least deserve something? Something to stay by him for once, to be his rock, and his light. He couldn’t lose you too. Especially not to another person.

It wasn’t all that difficult to distract you from others, though. Spending so much time together was a benefit, when it came to that. Even if you weren’t as…he doesn’t want to say it, attached to him as he was to you, you cared about him deeply. It was easy to just crumple in your arms at night, with tears and sobs that demanded your attention.

Even if the tears weren’t real, his frustration was. His utter desperation and fear of losing you, his pent-up exhaustion and stress from everything he was expected to face, it all came crashing down until his sobs felt as real as they looked. And you couldn’t just leave him like that, of course you couldn’t. Because you were such a caring person, such a good friend. You held him and comforted him, wiping away his tears while he clung to you.

But even so, as you fought together, ate together, and slept together, he couldn’t get you to stay. You’d talk of parting ways and traveling south. Potentially settling in Lurelin, maybe even leaving Hyrule altogether. He didn’t know how to make you stay. How to get you to stay by him. He would follow you to the ends of the Earth had you let him, but he couldn’t defeat Calamity Ganon without you.

Of course, he wouldn’t want you to have anything to do with the fight itself. But he wasn’t sure he could keep going, knowing you were no longer standing by him. Simply the thought that you weren’t with him was enough to make him start shutting down.

Showing his dependence towards you wasn’t enough. It was a band-aid on a bullet wound and he could not figure out a way to keep you with him without compromising your autonomy.

Feeling like you had no choice was the absolute worst. From what little he had managed to glean of his past, that was what his life was before. And he hated it. He wasn’t that person anymore. He was his own being, with thoughts and feelings and freedom.

As someone whose destiny was thrust upon him at such a young age, he couldn’t forgive someone for taking that from him. Not again.

So how could he possibly do that to you?

…

He looked silently at your restful face, smushed (comfortably, he hoped) against your sleeping mat. He wouldn’t sleep, not when you were so vulnerable out in the open like this.

See? You needed him. What would you do if you were all on your own, camping and asleep out in the open? Anyone or anything could get you, and you’d be completely unable to stop it.

No, he definitely couldn’t let you leave him. It wasn’t safe. Taking away your free will was the last thing he ever wanted to do…

But he was getting desperate.

I hope I characterized him well here. I became a bit stuck between the characterization of Breath of the Wild's "Link" and Linked Universe's "Wild," as they very much have different idiosyncrasies.

In addition, I am inexperienced with platonically obsessive character content. I attempted to capture the complexities of Wild's feelings without straying too far from his character, so I hope that was successful.

#botw x reader #botw link x reader #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu wild x reader #wild x reader

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chain-link-smut · 7 months

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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 19: Wild x Reader(GN) - A Deserved Rest

Summary: Wild has been searching high and low for a way to get Zelda back. With all his hard work, he deserves a time of rest and enjoy his time with you.

Word count: 1,621

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You had known Link since he moved into the little house across the bridge in Hateno, giving him a warm welcome home. Your grandparent knew Link when they were children, Link living in the same house with his parents. Your grandparent had heard of the Shrine of Resurrection and made it their job to make sure that the house Link grew up in stayed ready for him when he woke. It became your job and you did your best with it.

You watched over his property while he was gone for weeks doing hero stuff and you admired him for how dedicated he was with the burden he was given. He needed one less thing to worry about and you did that for him.

One of those times that you were in his house while he roamed the country, you cleaned up the place a bit, inside and out. Exhausted, you fell asleep on his bed, telling yourself it was only an hour. It wasn't…

You slept until it was dark, distant thunder waking you. You startled at the realization, then startled again when you saw Link sitting in his chair near the bed. You bolted up, apologizing profusely for your actions. He only smiled and told you that you were always welcome in his house and in his bed.

You didn't think you heard him correctly at first or think that he was that blunt with things, but when he stood with eyes locked with yours, you sat back down on the edge of the bed. “How long have you been here while I was asleep?”

“Long enough to hear you say my name over and over while dreaming.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, asking, “Wanna tell me what it was about?”

You couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks or how they became more red as you looked at the outline of his hardened cock. Being the type of person to act more so on impulses, like him, you grabbed the belt that went around his hips, pulling him closer. He gave a delighted hum as if hoping you would show instead of tell.

You had stripped him of the belts, unlaced his trousers, yanked everything down to get to the object that had been filling your dreams, taking it in your mouth. That was the first of many encounters like that and you looked forward to every single one of them.

When the princess was saved and brought to Hateno to live, you felt welcomed by her. She seemed rather attached to Link and he to her. When asked, Link told you that she needed someone she could trust after so many years tucked away and that he felt a duty to help her adjust to her new life and that she would never mean anything to him in the way you did. You were suspicious of that, but he was true to his word. After a few months of traveling to reacquaint the princess with the other races of Hyrule, Link came back to you and moved in with you, giving her majesty a place of her own until she became queen.

Then the Upheaval happened and both Link and the princess went missing for months. You were relieved to see Link again, thinking the worst had happened to him.

You wanted this time to be different for him when it came to being the hero. Last time he had you, but it didn’t compare to how you thought it should have been. So when Link said he built a new house and wanted it to be a home for the both of you, you vowed to make the home a place of rest and not a place of anxiety over the princess. You were going to take care of him.

“Ooooh no you don’t! Shower, clean clothes, sleep and eat is the only thing you are doing today Mr. Hero of Hyrule.”

“I could just go to a shrine if I wanted to.”

“No. Now get going to the shower.” You swatted at him to get going to the small bath house around the back of the house.

He pouted, getting closer to you. “But I took a rain shower yesterday.”

Huffing you corrected him. “That is not the same thing and you know it.”

He kept pushing. “I need to go see Teba toni-”

“All you are seeing is the inside of your eyelids, one way or another. You have been non-stop for weeks and everyone knows it. Take at least one day for yourself to rest and recover. You deserve that.”

“Okay okay.” he laughed. "What if I wanna see more than just that?” He was looking at your rear, only covered by an undergarment. You threw the ladle in hand at him, making both of you laugh harder.

You cleaned all his weapons, shields, clothes before moving onto taking care of his beloved Epona. The sweet girl was easy to work with. Back inside, you started preparing dinner and something sweet. As the foods cooked, you restocked supplies for Link. He was always running out.

Busy portioning out meals for him on the road you didn’t hear Link come down the steps or get behind you until his arms were circling around you, chin on your shoulder. He hummed a sleepy “Hi”, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Hi to you too. How are you feeling now?” Link had been asleep for over eight hours.

“Hungry.” When wasn’t he?

“You can eat when I am done separating the food.”

Link’s hands laid on your hips, dipping into your trousers. His right hand that was replaced during his few months sleep was a bit cooler, giving a contrast of temperatures. The nails on that said hand scraped upward on soft skin, giving you goosebumps. “What if I am hungry for something else?”

You could already feel yourself getting aroused just from the little bit he was doing and saying. You must have been more deprived of his touch than you thought. You took a steady breath, closing your eyes to pay attention to his warmth against you. “And what would this something else be?”

His left hand stroked you as his right went to your entrance, nails threatening to hurt you if you moved wrong. It was his way of controlling your movements. “Something tall and oh so sweet.” His right fingers worked their way inside you as he described your body out loud.

You moaned out his name as fingers thrusted in and out of you, other hand still stroking. You were losing against his menstruation and wanted to give into it. “L-Link… I’m close.”

Link stopped and removed himself from inside you. “I’m going to take off your trousers and when they are off, lift one leg onto the counter for me.” You give a nod.

The cold air of the house had you shivering, but you still did as he asked. Leg up, you wait for his move. You jumped when his mouth kissed your rear, going inward to your entrance. He spread you open, tongue pushing inside.

You grabbed the edge of the counter so you didn’t fall and you would if he wasn’t holding you in place. His tongue did wonders, but you wanted something else of his. “Link please.” You wiggled in the most teasing way with his mouth still on you.

His right hand slides up your spine slowly until he has it on the back of your neck, pressing you forward and down. You loved when he held you down like this, making you obey. The sound of clothes being tossed without a care made you bite your lip. It was one step close to what you were wanting.

A thick cock head rubbed circles around your entrance and you wanted to growl at how torturous the anticipation was. He knew what he was doing, how the waiting would make your neediness rise. He too slowly pressed into you, giving you only enough at a time to keep you begging.

He stopped all motion when he was flush with you and it took everything in you to not move more than enough to adjust to the feeling. Feeling his stuttering breath on your back said that he was struggling too. “How do you want this?” He asked in a lust tone.

“Hard and fast.” tumbled out without thinking. Link didn’t hesitate to start ramming into you full force, thrusts quick and hard. You were more sensitive from the waiting he made you do and you already had tears at the corners of your eyes, voice high pitched, nearly a scream. Anyone going by the house was going to get an earful of how fantastic their hero felt as he fucked you with everything he could offer.

Your leg slipped out the counter, but it didn’t matter, Link wasn’t going to stop. His hand reached around to force you to climax and you actually did scream out as your body seized up with the intense please. Link still didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until he knew you couldn’t take anymore and that alone was his satisfaction. He could have ended then and been fine, but you felt too good around him, squeezing tight like a vise and he came.

He pulled you upright so your back was to his chest, asking, “Are you doing okay?” He was panting against your neck, holding you tight.

“More…”

“Neither of us are leaving this house until we have had enough of each other.” Three days…It was three days before you two couldn’t move any more and had to stop the intense bedroom activities

Keep it Naughty you Beaitiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #wild x reader #totk smut

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chainofhyrule · 10 months

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Under the Starry Night Sky

“Is there truly anything more relaxing than watching the world go up in flames? Name one thing, I’ll bet you can’t.”

“Being the one to strike the flint.”

Eyes of similar shades of blue and green all turned to look at you as the sound of your blade striking the flint in your hand echoed across the small clearing they’d found for a camp. There’d been an eerie glow to follow after as you set the campfire ablaze, and you met nine mismatched gazes with an innocently deranged glint in your eye. You only smiled, and put the flint back into your bag with a little chuckle.

“Have neither of you heathens heard of tea? Or maybe fishing?” Legend made an interesting gesture of holding a cup, looking at Wild incredulously. “Reading a book, even?”

Wild shared with you a doubtful look, and he cackled, speaking through his laughter.

“We’ll take an energising elixir and shock arrows over tea and a fishing line any day, thanks.”

You caught several members of the group rolling their eyes, some laughing, as you took the cooking pot out of Wild’s Sheikah Slate.

“As far as reading goes, Vet,” you mused, adding fuel to the fire (literally, and metaphorically,) “I’m not even sure Wild would use a book as anything more than a fire starter.”

Said hero only shrugged as a few members of the group, mostly Warriors, as he was currently reading a book, started poking fun. Wild only raised his hands in defence as he began walking over to you to get his slate back to start swiping through inventory.

“I’m just saying, they’re nice and flammable! Who cares about reading when you’re cold and in the wild?”

Time set down a piece of his armour that he’d been cleaning, and sat forward with his elbow on his knee. The whole image screamed ‘tired dad energy.’

“What of your warming potions, or layers?”

“Or those ruby earrings Y/n wears, or the diadem?” Hyrule asked, sitting back against the tree he’d collapsed against earlier. You only shrugged, peeking over at Wild as he handed you a few things to start prepping for dinner.

“I didn’t have them yet,” the hero said simply, looking over at you almost fondly, watching your hands as they worked. “It was early in my journey, anyways. Didn’t even know potions were a thing yet.”

Some of the group nodded in understanding. It was rare for them to hear about a time in Wild’s journey from before he met you, or Wolfie. They thought little of it, though. You, however, were close enough beside him that you noticed a twinge of remembrance in his dulled blue eyes. From the slight twitch in his expression—too small for any to have seen or acknowledged but you—it was something bad.

On your journey together, Wild had told you about everything he’d remember as he recalled it. When it was something good, there’d be a slight smile on his face when he came back from blankly staring into space. When it wasn’t, his eyes would cast themselves down in the dirt. Either way, you were always there for him. Just as you intended to be now.

“I’m lucky I found Y/n when I did, though,” Wild said softly, and his expression turned to that of joy. Everyone looked back up at him to see it. “I doubt I’d even be here if it wasn’t for them.”

Shoving the hero’s shoulder lightly, you couldn't help but groan in annoyance and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, lucky I didn’t kill you before I saw that Hinox!”

Wild barked out a laugh, surprising the others. Some of them laughed along, while others smiled happily. It was rare to see the champion so at ease, and until they’d picked you up from Wild’s Hyrule, they honestly thought such an expression on him was impossible. Whatever the two of you had gone through, at least Wild hadn’t had to go through it alone.

You were just as wild, crazy, and recklessly daring as he was. It was frightening. You were good for him though. That much they knew.

Twilight was your biggest advocate, though.

After a full dinner of prime meat and rice bowls (courtesy of yours and Wild’s superior hunting skills and Warriors’ rupees two towns back,) the group was quick to fall asleep. You offered to take first watch, as you were always more of a night person. Wild agreed to take second, and Twilight third.

So far in the night, the only sounds to keep you company were that of the crickets, the breeze, the crackling fire, and the boys’ snoring. It almost reminded you of your travels before meeting the group, where you’d often been alone under these kinds of stars. Until you heard Warriors grunt in his sleep, and remembered you were practically babysitting nine irresponsible heroes at the moment. Some liked to say that Time was responsible and grown, but you knew the truth. He was just as much a gremlin as Wind and Wild, if you gave him the chance. Which you often did.

It was almost an hour to Wild’s shift when you started to feel your eyes growing heavy, and had to shake your head a couple times to keep yourself awake and (somewhat) alert. However, just after shaking your head for something like the twentieth time, you felt hands grip your shoulders from behind. On a normal occasion you would have jumped or swung, but you recognised the way their fingers pressed into your muscles.

“Trouble staying awake, Y/n?”

Nodding wordlessly, you made room for your partner on the log he’d dragged over to the fire earlier, welcoming his company.

“You’re not supposed to be up for another half hour,” you mumbled, giving in to his arm wrapping around you to pull you in. You soon felt his cloak being wrapped over you, too, and a kiss was pressed to your temple.

“I guess I didn’t want to leave you all alone out here,” he said in a faux suave voice, wriggling his brows as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing out loud.

“That was disgusting,” you teased, and Wild quieted his laughter into your neck. “Did you learn that one from Warriors?”

“Am I that transparent?”

You raised a brow and looked up at him, smiling.

“You want me to be honest?”

Dropping his jaw in feigned offence, he slapped a hand over his chest and looked at you in fake hurt.

“My own partner in crime and life,” he said dramatically, “has hurt me so that I cannot bear to take to heart her offence!”

“Oh my goddess, Link,” you managed between hushed laughter, slapping your own hands over your mouth to lower the risk of waking any of the others.

“If I cannot maintain my unpredictability, then whoever shall I be?”

“Link, for the love of the goddess—”

“Oh, how you have hurt me so, my beloved,” he continued, threatening to crack with every word. “Have I not been faithful to you, my love?” He dramatically stood before you and kneeled to take one of your hands, and you fought the laughter until there were tears in your eyes.

“Link.”

The hero finally broke down, and his face flopped forward into your lap to muffle the sound of his laughter. You fell forward onto his back, trying so hard not to wake the others.

It was nice to feel so carefree, but if yours and his combined laughter woke anyone—goddess forbid Warriors or Time—you’d never hear the end of it. However, you couldn't bring yourself to care much about the risk. If Wild was happy sharing new moments like this with you, then you were ecstatic.

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legendofmorons · 1 year

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A moment of peace (Wild)

Pairing: Wild x reader

Rating: G

Warnings: Little bit of angst becuase Wild thinks he has to be of use

Summary: As you brush out and then braid his hair, Wild basks in your presence. It's a peaceful time for you both. Even as you remind him that relationships aren't transactions.

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You sit with Wild between your knees, a spray bottle of detangler to your side, and a brush in hand. This man-

You love him. Obviously. But dear godesses- his hair is a national hazard zone.

You start by pulling out the obvious twigs, leaves, and of all things a loose feather from his hair.

It's this bad because of a fight earlier- but either way you are brushing it out and braiding it.

"I think that's all the debries." You say as ypu start applying detangler with several spritzes of the bottle.

"That's good."

"How, do you even get it this bad?"

"Talent!"

"Oh, Wild."

"Yes, Sunshine?"

You just groan, fond and annoyed and happy all in one.

Wild leans back into your legs, looking up at you with a grin.

"You're the best." He says.

"Thanks."

You start brushing slowly, bottom to top. The tangles are ridiculous, but it's nice. His hair is still soft as you slowly work your way through it.

"Feels nice. Having someone else do this." He says, "I think I owe you a meal of your choice for this though."

"No. I like doing things for you. You don't owe me. Romantic relationships and friendships alike shouldn't be transactional."

You continue brushing through his hair as he takes in your words, obviously not used to being cared for without something being owed. Even if the owing is only in his head.

"I guess."

"I do things like this becuase I love you, Wild. Not becuase I want sometimes from you."

"I know." He says, and he does, logically at the very least

You just sigh, working the brush through the last half of his hair. The detangler helping a lot.

He stays quiet, thinking. But he still likes the way it feels to have your hands in his hair. The gentle pull of the brush is nice- he knows he is genuinely safe.

That with you he is safe. That he can breakdown and you'll still be here.

You finish brushing his hair, and set the brush down. "I'm going to braid it now."

"Okay."

You section his hair into three parts, before you start braiding. You hold a firm tension as you braid, wanting it to stay.

He just stays still, enjoying the moment.

When you finish the braid you tie it off with a hair tie.

He turns when your hands fall away, staring at you with such warmth it makes you blush.

"Thank you, (Y/n)."

"Any time."

"I should go start dinner soon... But can we stay here for a bit?"

"Of course. "You say, wrapping your arms about his shoulders and leaning forwards over him.

Your hands rest on his chest, and the warm evening air is perfect. Fireflies dance around you two, and the others are all somewhere else

"Wanna go dive after this?" He asks, eyes turning on you with hope.

"As long as you are careful I'd love to."

"I'm always careful!"

You level him with a look, your lover is a terrible liar sometimes.

"Usually."

"Wild."

He laughs, leaning against you and looking up. He seems so carefree in the moment that you just want to keep it like this forever.

"Can we dive anyways?"

"Yeah."

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yandereunsolved · 2 months

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Yandere Wild 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

"Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a wall. Not that I mind. I just wish that I could understand what goes on in your mind sometimes."

Wild staring unblinkingly at Reader.

Wild's thoughts: I have the best travel companion. They're so eretheral. It is like Hylia blessed me after a hundred years. It almost makes the entire thing worth it. I would fight Ganon for all of eternity just to see them smile. To feel them touch my wounds and scold me. To feel their skin against mine while we are laying underneath the stars. To see their smile. To see their blush. To save them. To see them sing, or dance, or cook. To just see them exist is enough for my heart to swell.

"Truly an enigmatic soldier. Few words spoken— only action."

Wild's thoughts: Goddesses, their voice is sweeter than any honey. I would kill for them. I would die for them. I would kidnap them if Ganon ever rose again. I would kidnap them in a heart beat. I could kidnap them...

"Hey, Wild. Dinner's ready. You better get some before Twlight runs off with the cauldron in his wolf form again."

Wild's thoughts: Dinner. Dinner? DINNER! MY FAVORITE! I want to slaughter their worst enemy and put their head on a stick for them. Truly, it wasn't Hylia, the Champions, the Chain, nor even Zelda who kept me safe and alive during this journey... it was you.

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moonhasmanyanimals · 3 days

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I might write for feral wild. No idea tho. (Maybe slight cannibalism)

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neverchecking · 11 months

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hi i just discovered your blog and your writing is amazing 😳 could i request wild x reader, breeding kink? can be yandere or not, up to you!

This deleted twice- if it does it again I'm going to cry-

You ABSOLUTELY can. You can, you can you can-

I have a bit of a favorite. sue me.

If your looking for some noice breeding stuff with wild, @fanfic-fairy-fountain has some mouth watering, thigh clenching, till it remembers every vein DILF! Wild content that made me bark man.

Anyway, Smut so MDNI! 18+

Smut CW: AFAB reader, Breeding Kink. Wild being his namesake, mans has baby fever badly.

He couldn't explain it.

After coming out of the shrine of Resurrection, he had felt...lost. Like a shattered vase with too many pieces missing to have any hope of being put back together. He was no longer the knight that Zelda boasted around- that Link died in the shrine over a century ago- even if it didn't stop her from parading him around like a show pony. He wasn't a champion of old, Revali was right about one thing. He was just...Link. Link of Hateno, who lived on the outskirts of the small village. Who came into town every once in while for supplies. Who otherwise kept to himself, but remained friendly, as long as his companion was happy.

The village couldn't quite place what you meant to him, but that was fine. He knew what you meant to him. You were his Goddess. His reason for living. You kept him sane. You saw his shatter pieces and decided they were worth it. You saw his jagged edges and razor sharp features and soothed them all with a gentle hand and graceful words. You placed yourself firmly in his life without any intentions of leaving. He wouldn't let you leave anymore anyway.

Not when you had made such an impact in his life. Not when you put value in something he saw as worthless. Not when you put your entire trust into believing he could be someone worthy of your love. How could he let something like you, such a blessing, go? He couldn't.

And what better way to keep him tied to you by doing everything you asked of him? Want him to slay an entire monster camp? Elementary. Want him to go, venture out into the wilderness just to hunt this incredibly rare animal? Done. Want to sit on his face and choke him with your thighs? You better be ready to suffocate him because he's not coming out until your coming undone over top of him. Wanna ride his thighs? He's sitting prim and proper for you. Want to tie him up in satin ribbons to use for your own desires?

Just tell him when.

Anything to keep you happy. So when you came up to him, asking him so nicely to breed you, to fill you up, who was he to say no?

So he didn't.

Honestly, what better way to tell everyone you were his, and his alone than to fatten you up with his child? To make you round and plump with his seed. To tie you to him for the rest of your lives.

There was no better way he realized.

Sure he could paint your neck and back and chest and thighs in bitemarks and bruises in his own signature color, singing his name on you in his own unique way. Sure he could put the fattest, prettiest rock he could mine on your finger, watching as you wore it with pride. Sure he could that all.

But none of it quite painted you as his as a child did. An absolute precious little being a perfect mix of the two of you. He could see it now. And absolute angel with your hair and nose, maybe his eyes and ears. Filled with his trademark sense of curiosity, only to be paired with a healthy sense of caution you would instill in them.

Would you want an entire Litter of children to trample along your feet? Or maybe just two or three to focus your attention to carry your legacy? Or perhaps just one perfect mix of you two to shape into the best person this world had to offer.

Didn't matter. He would give you anything and everything you wanted.

Right now? You wanted to be filled.

And he would comply, tearing your tunic and bottoms from your body and pinning you to the dining room table. One hand kept your chest to the table, pushing between your shoulder blades as he freed himself with a single hand. Your whines and please, all but begging for him to breed you, fill you, start your family right then and there ignited a fiery inferno underneath of him, just aching to make your dreams come true.

Anything to keep you tied to him.

His grip was practically bruising as he pulled your hips to meet his with every thrust, ensuring the head of his cock kissed your cervix with every plunge. It had you crying out for him over and over again, tears pearling in your eyes. He cooed at your trembling form, leaning over you without loosing tempo to thumb away your tears. He kissed your cheeks, temples, anywhere he could reach really, letting the one hand left holding your hips drift to fiddle with your clit. He circled it in steady circles, making the tears come back as you jutted against him, thighs twitching wildly.

"Shh, that's it wildflower, just let me take care of you. Leave everything to me. I'll fill you up so nicely, you'll have no choice but to carry our child. In no time at all, you'll be all round and gorgeous, telling everyone you're mine. All mine."

You came with with a hard cry, milking him for what you desperately craved. And if you wanted it, he'd give it to you. The one hand that was gently brushing your tears away snaked between your body and the table, gently cupping your throat so he could pull you against his chest while the other one returned to your hips. He pulled you flush against him, biting into your neck with a muted growl as he emptied into your womb.

But that wouldn't be enough. No. he wouldn't be satisfied until you were nothing but a brainless little thing, trusting him to breed you, and even then, one more wouldn't hurt, would it?

You'd get the child you wanted. He'd make sure of it.

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legendofzoodles · 2 years

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I find Sky, Wild and Time’s dynamic really interesting and wanted to write about it again. It’s not directly related to Recovered Regrets (I actually wrote this before) but has a similar vibe, also I roped in a reader insert.

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Smoke Signal

“Uh…Wild?” Hyrule said pointing at the now glowing Sheikah Slate. He picked it up and upon seeing the Sheikah eye symbol on the screen, showed it to the young Champion. “There’s something going on with your slate thingy…is it broken?”

Wild paused from choosing between putting swift carrots or tough pumpkins into the soup and looked at the screen. When he saw the blue dot he dropped the vegetables and seized the device, eyes wide and focused. “No…it’s…”

“Activating?” Four suggested, alerted to their conversation after hearing the thud of pumpkins hitting the ground. “You haven’t been able to turn it on for a while and now suddenly it’s glowing-?”

“What’s going on over there?!” Legend called out joining them along with Sky and Warrior.

“We think Wild’s slate might be working again!” Four said, alerting the rest of the camp.

“Yeah it’s glowing and stuff,” Hyrule added, marvelling at the entrancing blue hue.

“I think…” Wild began as the other gathered around him. Twilight approached to place a hand on his shoulder and Wind bounced over to get a better look. “I think, it’s responding to something…”

“To what? This isn’t your Hyrule,” Warrior said, hand on his hip and sporting a sceptical look.

“The slate was made by the Sheikah, it could be reacting to another old Sheikah relic,” Time offered, eyeing the device carefully.

“A relic this far back in the timeline?” Four said, “Seems unlikely.”

“No- Time’s right- it’s responding…but not to a relic,” Wild said, his breath hitched and his heart began to race as the realisation hit him. Hastily, e tapped the screen and began to do all the inputs Purah and Zelda taught him to hopefully bring up a map.

“If it’s not a relic then what is it?” Wind questioned as he and the others observed the Champion operate the device.

Eventually the screen sprang to life. No map was displayed, which was to be expected without Sheikah Observation Towers, however something much more valuable to him appeared.

A bright blue dot on the black screen accompanied with faint dark blue gratings. That dot had an arrow which moved with Wild whenever he shifted the direction of his device. Even better, that arrow was now pointing towards another blue dot.

“I-I can’t believe it…How…?” Wild gasped.

“What is it?” Twilight quietly asked, patting his shoulder supportively. The others crammed in closer to get a better look and waited for Wild’s explanation.

“Okay, you guys see these two blue dots? Well, the one with the arrow is us- see how it moves along with me? And the other dot is coming from another Sheikah Slate, that means there’s another Sheikah Slate user here!” Wild explained. “And we’re too far into the past for it to be any of the Sheikah from 10,000 years before my time. So it has to be…but how? I don’t understand-?!”

“One thing at a time,” Legend said crossing his arms. “Who do you think it is?”

“It has to be y/n!” Wild said, an ecstatic grin gracing his face. “They’re here! I don’t know how…? But...”

He moved away from the others, inadvertently shrugging off Twilight’s hand as his speech divulged into giddy mumblings. He may not understand how they did it, but he knew why and was determined to find them first.

The others watched in surprised confusion as he raced over to his stuff and started packing his things.

“Wait, hang on. What are you doing?” Time asked cautiously. He’d been slumped down near the campfire, watching the boys practically dogpile each other as Wild tried to make sense of the situation. “We can’t set off now, not when we’ve just finished setting up camp.”

“Relax old man, I wasn’t planning on dragging you guys with me,” Wild said, feeling adrenaline shoot through his system. “I’ll get to them faster if I go alone. Once I do, we’ll find you.”

“That’s absurd,” Time said slowly getting up, the roaring flames illuminating his figure, “You can’t go alone. None of us are familiar with this version of Hyrule, we haven’t eaten all day and we’ve just come out of difficult battle.”

“Yeah,” Legend agreed, instinctively placing a hand on the bandage that covered his lower arm, “And besides it might not even be them.”

“It has to be them,” Wild insisted, continuing to pack his things even though Hyrule and Twilight had come over to try and stop him.

“Ok fine, let’s assume it is this y/n,” Four said, “There’s no reason we have to go now. If they have a slate too then they know where you are right? That dot hasn’t moved, meaning that they’ve probably stopped to rest for the night. And you should too.”

Wild heard a couple of the others mutter in agreement as he finished up packing the essentials. “They could’ve stopped because they’re injured.”

“Fair enough, but do you expect us to wait around here for you two to show up?” Warrior asked sarcastically. He was irritated, but also tired and didn’t have the energy to get any more involved outside of just giving his opinion. He also had to prioritise nursing his concussion and sprained ankle.

“Please Wild, you can’t go out there without backup,” Sky said, grabbing Wild’s sheathed sword just as he was reaching for it and holding it to his chest. Wild stared him down with an intensity Sky didn’t expect. He took a step backwards. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Give me the sword,” Wild said slowly in an attempt to sound calm in spite of his growing frustration.

“Don’t do it Sky,” Legend ordered, coming to his side, anticipating a tussle.

“Just give it,” said Wild, with less restraint.

“No. You’re being selfish.”

“This isn’t a big deal. You guys can manage a couple meals without me.”

“I mean…can we?” Wind muttered glancing at Traveller, who caught his look along with that of a few others and raised an eyebrow at them.

“Obviously we need you here for more important reasons than that,” Legend spat, “Now drop that stuff, you’re not going anywhere.”

“5 seconds or I’m taking the Master Sword,” Wild said.

“Look- this really isn’t necessary. We’ll all set off tomorrow, as a group,” Sky said, and he took a breath before saying, “I understand how you feel. But it isn’t fair to-”

“Don’t even go there.”

Sky expected that response and didn’t press further. “…I’m not giving you the sword.”

“Forget this,” Wild muttered bitterly, and he stalked over to the Master Sword that sat regally by a fallen tree. He reached out to take it only to be stopped by Wind, who grabbed the sheathed blade at the same and tried to pull it away. “Wind…”

“Come on man, you know they’re right,” he said, “Now can you go back to making dinner please? I’m starving.”

Wild tugged unjustly hard on the sword. He had intended to take it clean from the sailor’s hands and was surprised when he didn’t let go. The sailor himself was surprised at the amount of force Wild used and staggered forward as he was pulled from where he stood.

“Make it yourself.”

The tone of his voice was hostile. Clearly he’d given up on trying to leave peacefully and was prepared to use force if they kept trying to stop him. Wind didn’t take to kindly to his tone and his face crumpled. Instead of waiting for Wild to inevitably yank it away he let go of the Master Sword, letting it fall into Wild’s hands.

“Fuck you,” the tiny sailor quietly cursed and he went over to Warrior, who had been passively watching the scene play out.

As he sat down the Captain reached out and ruffled his messy hair, putting a fleeting smile on both their faces. Meanwhile rest of the group spoke their disagreements out loud, almost talking over each other in their attempts to dissuade the Champion.

In the pandemonium, the fed up Hero of Time swiftly stalked over to Wild, stopping when he was right in front of him. “That’s enough. I see you really want to go, I’ll allow it…if you defeat me in a duel.”

This shocked everyone and for a moment the camp went quiet. The aging hero’s challenge echoing through the uneasy silence.

Wild looked up at Time in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?”

He in response raised a silent eyebrow and stared him down with a cold glare.

Twilight frowned at his predecessor. “You shouldn’t be swinging a sword in that condition.”

The tired man’s patience was waning and he wanted this to end. Sighing heavily, he simply asked Wild, “Answer?”

The Champion didn’t even consider it. Their leader was no state to fight. Looking at the makeshift cast around his left arm, bloodied clothes, numerous cuts and bruises made it clear that just standing up was agonizing.

Wild relented, wordlessly dumping his bag with the rest of the group’s belongings under the watchful eyes of his teammates. He exchanged swords with Sky, who nodded in understanding as he took back the Master Sword and returned Wild’s scavenged blade. Wild picked up the vegetables he’d dropped with Hyrule’s help and then returned to the cooking pot.

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Thanks for reading!

Part 2 here!

Smoke Signal part 3

Smoke Signal part 4

So, wrote all that dialogue and I just thought that what if Wild puts some sleeping stuff into the soup that makes all the others pass out for hours? Long enough for him to get to y/n. Then the group wake up, track him, only to see him sitting emotionlessly in an empty camp. He was too late.

Nah, this fic has enough melodrama already xD

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faroreskiss · 9 months

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The Power of Understanding / Part 2 (v2)

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Rewritten v2 posted on: 2023/09/10

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Chapters: Pilot, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: You have been with the Chain for a while now, as their "scholar" and translator. You know everything about them, because you are from our world. But do they know the truth about how you can understand everyone? Loosely based on the same reader in my NSFW fic, which is a very loose prequel to this one, and a work in progress. More background info to come, if I feel like it :D Isekai reader, but she doesn't know about the Linked Universe. Warnings: None. SFW. Maybe Teen? Points of interest: This is your thing if you are into the mystery of chain being able to talk to each other. I am an actual trained linguist IRL, hence this HAD to be written! Some fluffy Twilight x Reader content in this chapter.

So, what was happening to you today? You just couldn't stop thinking about Twilight for some reason. You even carried your work over the stables, having to inhale the smell of horseshit around you.

But he was just... there. Not like he has been far away lately. You’ve literally been stuck with him (and the rest of the chain) for around two years. Your ‘situationship’ with Wild was still there, and the rest of the chain was aware of it, you were guessing. You both weren’t exactly super subtle about it, hand holding and such and sometimes a small kiss here and there, but you were never explicit with it either. Nobody questioned anything, everybody had their… quirks, you guessed.

Did they think you were just in a relationship, you wondered sometimes. Were they even familiar with the word, situationship? Gods, what would they think of the involvement of you, Zelda and Link at the same time, if they knew? Technically, everybody had their room in the house in Hateno, but, well... Ah, you really missed Zelda too, and her delicate fingers on… You took a breath and then sighed. You were getting distracted.

Anyway, nobody owes anyone explanations in the Chain that you learned. That was the agreement of the Links, in which you were indirectly included. If they don't want to tell, you don't force them.

Except, you pretty much knew everything. Well, you weren't really familiar with any game where all the Links were together except maybe some fanfiction where they met in the afterlife, but Wild didn't "exist" back then, from your perspective.

Now, Time was out with the others, getting some business done in Castle Town. Wild also joined him to get some ingredients for the recipes he learned from Malon.

Back to Twilight... You were watching his strong arms, brushing the horse gently. He definitely had a tall stature compared to the other Links. The Links you are in contact with are ranging from their mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties (except Wind, though he was still almost a 16/17 -year-old teenager). So, most of them were fully adults.

"Hey, I can feel ya starin', ya know, Trivia Queen,” he said with his Ordona drawl that occasionally made an appearance, sighing, while still brushing his Epona.

Right. That was your nickname. When you first arrived, you kept spouting things about them that you supposedly should not "know" about, which made the Links (except Wild, he was used to it) extremely suspicious. Over time, they got used to it, especially after finding out about your "job" at Wild's world, as a historian, linguistics scholar. So they left it at that.

The other rule was that you were not supposed to discuss one Link with another, unless you are sure you are not revealing any secrets.

...which was a rule that was established right after you revealed that Twilight is Wolfie, to Wild. Seems like the Old Man already knew (you and Wild joined the chain pretty much as the latest additions), and it was his idea to come up with it. And it was kind of unfair because Wild said he already knew Wolfie from his initial adventure! Hah, good riddance. It did end up being revealed to everyone anyway, after his near death experience.

Fair to say, you were the persona non-grata for a while. And that nickname was not Trivia Queen, but it was Trivia-something else for a while (Thanks, Vet).

"Mhm," you idly replied.

Twilight raised an eyebrow, catching you lost in thought while the stables filled with the scent of horse dung. "Hey," he called out again, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Lost in your own world again?"

You sighed, blushing slightly, and tried to shake off the daydream of you and him in a big bear hug. "Yeah, just got a bit distracted," you admitted, turning your attention back to the ranch's budget paperwork. "These numbers can be quite mesmerizing, you know."

The rancher chuckled, his eyes warm as he continued brushing his Epona. "If you say so," he replied playfully. "But I have to admit, you manage to make even the most mundane tasks seem fascinating."

You couldn't help but smile at his compliment, feeling your heart flutter slightly. "Thanks, Link. You know how to make a 'trivia queen' blush," you teased back, trying to keep the conversation light-hearted.

His grin widened, and he leaned against the stable door, looking at you with that undeniable twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, really? Well, consider it a skill I've honed over time," he said, winking playfully.

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to hide the butterflies in your stomach. "I suppose I'll have to keep my guard up around you, then," you replied, feigning a serious tone.

Twilight chuckled, and for a moment, the two of you locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between you.

"You wish you could," he winked.

There was an unspoken awareness that, despite the friendly banter, there were lines he would not cross. You respected his relationship with Wild, and he respected your history with him. And of course, the fact that everybody's existence is but a flicker...

Yes... Who knows how long you will still be here anyway? Even the stuff with Wild and Flora is as dangerous as it is. You can literally disappear and get back to your own world, leaving them behind.

This was the thing that was stopping you from the other type of "feelings" you could catch. You never spoke about this with Wild or Flora. To be fair, not like there was any time to. You… literally had the most intense moment of intimacy one night, and less than 24 hours after that, you and Link were taken in via the portal and met with 8 other Links. Poor guy even hesitated to sleep with you in the same bedroll, literally the night after.

And since the adventures with the Chain started, there was this weird gloom between you two sometimes (both missing Zelda), but the respect you have for each other never disappeared. That was another unspoken agreement.

The moment you want to speak about this awkward issue of you having a heart big enough for love for other people, the reality of your existence would be bare.

Anybody can disappear, forever, anytime.

Time's return broke the moment, and you both quickly resumed your tasks, acting as if nothing significant had transpired. "So, what were you two chatting about?" Time inquired with a sly grin.

"Just discussing the ranch's budget," you replied casually, keeping things vague.

The Old Man raised an eyebrow but seemed to take your word for it. "Alright then, just remember we've got some preparations to make before the next portal appears," he said, his eyes flickering with a knowing but serious glint. It wasn't the first time he witnessed something like this.

You nodded, grateful for the diversion. "Of course, I'll get back to work."

As the day went on, you couldn't help but steal glances at Twilight, his presence always managing to captivate you. Though you were the "translation magic" of the group, your understanding of him went beyond language. It was a connection that had been forged through shared experiences and unspoken feelings of the last couple of years, despite the initial incidents you had.

And as you continued to work alongside the Chain, you held onto the hope that, in the midst of all the chaos and adventure, there might be a chance for your paths to intertwine in a more profound way. For now, you would cherish the friendly banter and the secret glances, knowing that no matter how many worlds you traveled, Twilight would be a part of your heart's journey, for now.

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