Rest: Link x ReaderKnock, knock.Rest: Link x Reader by quantumLOCKED42
I paused from restringing my bow in favor of listening to the rapping on my door. “Who is it?” I called, standing up to greet my unexpected guest. “Beedle, if it’s you, I already told you I don’t need anymore bug nets." I pulled the door open, expecting to see the travelling salesman, but instead a blond haired, blue eyed boy stood before me.
“Hey, (Name),” the teen said flashing me a smile.
“Link!” I said, moving in to hug him, but the state of his green tunic gave me pause. It was smudged with dirt and had a large tear across the ribs, revealing Link’s chainmail armor beneath. There were gashes on Link’s arms and his lip was split and bleeding.
“What happened?” I asked, pulling him inside. “You look awful! Were you attacked? Are you okay?”
“It’s good to see you too,” he said with a small smile, “and I
The Stone Wall Master. Twilight Princess.Striving alone in the dark,The Stone Wall Master. Twilight Princess. by LittlewriterLink
Hoping for that little spark,
One to set this world alight,
Hoping to bring the darkness bright,
The rooms, cramped and small,
With decorative ceilings, tall,
The red and blue of the Twili flag,
And the dark matter that makes him gag,
In the fur or the tattered cloth, marches,
Exhausted hero continues his charges,
Slashing at the phantom that before him floats,
And to dispel the dark that on the floor coats,
Yet what whirs to life is more than magic,
The stone guardian, a hand, fantastic,
Lifts from the floor and gives chase,
Slow at first but then takes haste.
A wall of emotions hit fast,
Alarm rises; the room looks, longer, vast,
A slip, a trip, a fall, the Sol rolls away,
The hand opens for the fake sun ray,
It rolls to far, the hand misses,
The hero rolls after it, clear path, he wishes,
Huddled around the Sol like parent to a child,
He pushes it forward, the hand overhead, wild,
The struggle to get outside,
He pushes himself up and calls his guide,
Helpful: Link x Fairy ReaderShe first laid eyes on him in Faron Woods, traipsing about in search of the forest’s temple. She hadn’t seen anything like him before: his hair was golden like daffodils and intense eyes bluer than the sky. He wore a tunic as green as the leaves on the trees with a floppy pointed cap to match. Out of curiosity for the boy, she flew closer for further inspection.Helpful: Link x Fairy Reader by quantumLOCKED42
The closer she flew, the stronger the feeling she had that she could trust this creature, and when he turned to face her she realized just exactly who and what the boy was. He was the Legendary Hero and the bearer of the Triforce of Courage, proven by the Master Sword he held in his hand.
The boy looked surprised at first to see a fairy, then broke out into a bright grin and held out his free hand in welcome. The fairy flew up to his face, looking deep into the Hero’s eyes before perching on his shoulder. She knew by the boy’s demeanor and the sword in his hand
Fierce Deity Dream. Majora's Mask.There is always something wondrous,Fierce Deity Dream. Majora's Mask. by LittlewriterLink
About looking into water,
The bank’s grass whispering words,
And the fireflies dancing in the night,
I am a boy, still innocent,
I have so much weight and power,
Upon my young shoulders,
And yet I feel none of it here,
The woods goes on forever,
The souls of lost wander through,
They see me, they bow to me,
But never greet me as a child,
For they don’t see one.
They see a man, with blank eyes,
Dark marks and thick armour,
Deaf to their cries of woe,
They wish for their hero,
I don’t understand mortals,
Why can’t they live simply?
But I look into myself and think,
Do I live simply?
The answer is no, I’m protected,
To only watch the river flow,
It’s a simple and godly pastime,
And to wish for something different.
Legend of Zelda Rise of the Machines PREVIEW.It was late spring. The sun was peeking through the sea of fluffy white clouds over Castle Town and there was a light breeze cooling the soon-to-be summer heat that warmed up Zelda's study. The young queen sat at her desk, one hand held a long feather pen whilst the other held a decorated fan; the lace around the edges was discoloured with age. She dipped the nib in the pot of black ink and opened a piece of parchment; the coffee coloured paper awaited its stains as she pressed down on the quill.Legend of Zelda Rise of the Machines PREVIEW. by LittlewriterLink
The pot of ink jolted on the desk, spilling its contents on the paper and dribbled like rain down the side of the desk, the nib of the pen snapped yet Zelda hardly flinched like the guards beside her; she thought she could smell urine.
"Teacher," she said opening a desk draw to show a small knife lying on a few clean sheets of parchment
"Yes, Your Majesty?" spoke a kind elderly man from a seat by the window, his glasses ajar on his face and his hands shaking on the cup and saucer