Cool thing I did as a sort of warm up??? I think you’ll like this. It’s pretty steamy cute.
A Skyward sword parallel in botw2 like when Link almost catches up to Zelda the first time in the earth temple but instead as soon as Link finds Zelda he straight up collapses in front of her because he fought his way through a hoard of monsters or a boss battle and she comes rushing over to him, afraid that he’s dying again but he just holds onto her so tight and doesn’t let go, even as he passes out from his injuries. So she knows he isn’t dying, just very very exhausted and needs help getting patched up.
When he wakes up again she’s cleaning out one of his injuries. She stays a at his side as he gets healed up enough that he can take care of himself but as soon as she’s finished stitching him up she tells him that she doesn’t want to leave him like this but she’s on a very important mission that must be fulfilled and he can’t be at her side for it this time.
And he does the one thing he can think of to do and pulls her close, letting his tears soak into her shirt as he burrows into her embrace just so he can breathe her in one more time before she has to leave him. At that moment she pulls out one of her barrettes and clips back his shaggy bangs.
“So you don’t forget me,” she has a watery smile.
She watches with wide eyes when he suddenly takes the dagger she was using and tears a strip of green off of his toga. He ties it around her right bicep as tight as he can manage before she reaches up to tightens it properly.
“Don’t lose that arm,” he sniffs and she cups the back of his head, holding him close just as she did all those decades ago, somewhere far, far below from where this lie of divination keeps them suspended, floating as close to their merciless gods as they can get.
“I’ll find my way back to you,” Zelda whispers, “I promise we’ll get to live in our little cottage and we can have those crepes you promised to make me.”
“The crepes might not happen…” he croaks and she looks down to see him as he looks at his decaying, dried up arm, “As soon as this is over… I’ll lose this… and I need you to he ready for that… for when I can’t fight for you anymore.”
“But- but it’s right there— you’ll be okay won’t you?”
“They said that once Ganon is purified by your sealing powers and I’ve fulfilled my purpose, that the arm will detach and while the malice will be gone… the injury won’t, and I need you to protect me when that happens… I can still use my shield but… without an arm… I can’t defend myself…”
She takes a sharp breath and lets her tears fall as she cradles the same hand that had held hers tight so many times before. Then her eyes widen and he can see the gears turning in her mind as she pulls a journal and measuring ribbon from the bag next to her.
“I-I can make you a new one,” she rushes out, “I ju-just need your measurements,”
“Zelda,” he cups her cheek, “I just need you to make sure I don’t bleed out,”
“But- I can’t just leave you like this,” she cracks, “I can’t leave you helpless again… I can’t know for sure that you’ll be okay—!”
“It’s going to drain me, Zelda, I won’t be able to fight even if you did do that… it’s best to focus on our missions and we can deal with getting me a new arm when we know I can survive without one,”
“That’s so cruel…”
“That’s just Hylia’s way of saying she’s in love with me,” he slowly sits up and wraps his arms around her.
“The only thing I want you to do for me is survive, Zel. Survive so that we can live in our little corner of the world in our home… so that I can finally say all the things I wish I said back then.”
Her features shatter and she hugs him right, “Link…”
“Zelda, I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I had to be alone again, so please, please stay alive for me, stay alive and I’ll do everything I can to do the same so that you don’t have to be alone ever again.”
“I don’t care if I come to regret saying it but by the three, Link I haven’t loved anyone else as much as I love you, and I don’t think I ever will,” she sobs into his shoulder, “I want to make a life with you, I want to live as long as I can with you by my side.”
“I do too…” he croaks, pressing in close. “I want that. I want you,” he presses his lips to her cheek, “Because I love you, and I don’t want anyone but you.”
“I won’t be there for you if you remember anything,” she rasps and swipes at his tears just as he does hers. “For that I apologize. I know that you’ll be in pain without me there to soothe the ache. I know it’ll be hard for you to sleep without my comfort but please, please take care of yourself, please rest as much as you can.”
“I’ll try,” his voice wobbles and he wants desperately to just hold her as close her possibly can, “I’ll take care of myself, but you had better do the same,”
He knows her time is running out… they know they can’t stay here, and they know that the timing isn’t quite right but when he leans back to look at her he can’t help it. He can’t help how helpless he feels against her. He can’t help how much he burns in such a way that only she can control and that only she can soothe.
So he moves and he thinks that maybe she does too. That she leans down, just as he cranes his neck and lets the longing melt away, if only briefly, with the tenderness of each other.
And yeah, it hurts a little when she lays against him, through the new, awkward motions but he doesn’t care. It hurts but her lips are so soft and she smells like sunshine. She burns in his lungs with each gasp for air but it feels so good. It tastes like a rainstorm on the beach but he’s safe inside with her arms holding him tight.
How he burns for her. For her to stay. For her to touch him and hold his broken pieces tight until her palms bleed, letting them sink into her skin and heal over with rough scars so he would never been apart from her ever again.
He tries to get her to stay, to hold her tight as she sends right him to the spirit realm with her touch alone. Leaving him gasping and needing for her in ways he can only dream of and hope to become a reality now.
And din’s balls are they thankful that they’re wearing a skirt because it takes little to no time for her to get him bare to the elements and wetter than a water octorok.
She doesn’t slow even when she’s using her cape to pad the floor beneath her knees. She doesn’t cease her motions even as the furnace inside him heats the air around them and burns his throat when she fans the flame.
Even as she pushes him to capacity, he can do nothing but pray his stitches don’t pull because he certainly isn’t going to tell her to stop. He isn’t going to tell her that she needs to leaves because she certainly is not leaving anytime soon without finishing what she started.
He digs his heels into her bottom and all at once he understands. He understands the cruelty of the gods and the sweet, sweet love of the one wrapped securely in his legs, and giving him what may be the best and last feeling of her love he may ever receive. So he cherishes it. He cherishes it until he bursts and her name echoes off the walls of the spring surrounding them and he’s sure the gods themselves are in on their spiteful affection.
And even then, even after he’s sure to be heard by the gods at their own descendant’s hands, she doesn’t leave. She stays. And she must realize. They both realize that they have a choice. That there’s nothing stopping them from staying together. From spiting the gods further and loving as much as they can for as long as they can without leaving the other’s side.
So when she leaves, he leaves with her. Hand in hand, desperate to keep the other close even if the gods oppose it wholly.
Yet… for some reason… It feels like the gods themselves approve when she smiles down at him and eagerly answers his call for her. Like it never even mattered what they thought, because love like this, has never been so holy.