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i realize that the depiction of Link in BOTW as a completely deranged feral gremlin that eats raw meat without caring and says weird stuff all the time purely for the joy of watching Society curl its up in disgust is… is, well, a contentious one, but hear me out:
the primary reason I think of him that way is because, if you take the gameplay and the way you’re expected to play as an actual statement or example of Link’s personality in a narrative context, this is absolutely and exactly the vibe Link has based on gameplay
consider, for a moment, something I did earlier. I was playing in Death Mountain, in the Southern Mine prior to getting the full goron suit that makes you immune to being on fire. I was using that one fire-immunity potion, and that one goron helmet you get for getting a sidequest
at the time, i was trying to find more lizards for upgrading the goron armor once i actually had the full set, and to do this most efficiently, i was wearing the Sheikah outfit except for the helmet, and i worked out doing this that having at least two levels of the stealth enhancement is enough to be able to walk up to lizards and other critters without startling them, allowing you to catch them.
then i decided to test if the helmet would actually make me immune to being on fire from convection (it does), and let the potion run out deliberately.
So let’s put this into a narrative context.
This means Link was running around in an ACTIVE VOLCANO, in a region so insanely hot that the heat will make anything made of wood or flesh catch on fire, and he was RUNNING AROUND in a cloth outfit wearing only a magic helmet that makes him immune to the heat, catching lizards in a mine because someone asked him to while effectively running BARE FOOT ON VOLCANIC ROCK INSIDE A VOLCANIC REGION (because that footware probably doesn’t do much) and deliberately letting his potion that kept him from catching on fire and dying horribly run out, because he wanted to see what would happen.
This suggests a few things for Link:
1. He is agonizingly logical
2. He is completely indifferent towards bodily harm and would simply remark a grievous or near-fatal injury as ‘huh, that’s interesting’
3. he is nice and helpful, and applies the former two points towards assisting pretty much anyone and he will drop everything to BE helpful
4. and finally, he doesn’t particularly care about having a ‘conventional’ idea of reason and just does what sounds best to him, which doesn’t necessarily make sense to other people but does to HIM, so from the outside this makes him come off as a deranged feral gremlin even as he does it all with a straight face and a genuine air of bewilderment that people might be horrified at the prospect of dive-bombing into lava. He saw luminous stones near the lava and there’s a guy in the zora citadel that sells diamonds for them, diamonds are GREAT MONEY, saving the world doesn’t come cheap yknow???
playing breath of the wild instead of actually writing, studying or keeping my life together is a mood… but THIS way of describing Link made me very happy because I DID ALL OF THAT TOO when i got to the death mountain. like same process of thought. i loved this sm <3
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all?
All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess.
The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly.
Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says.
Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy.
Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do.
It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin.
And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
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contains : smut, aged up!baji (pls don't read n stuff if that is not your cup of tea, thank u) dom!baji and kinda subby!fuyu, oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise (i think that's it?)
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summary : to put it simply, baji likes to share things with chifuyu.
this has been in my mind for like a week and i'm not sorry for it 🧍🏽♀️ also not proofread, as usual lmao, please ignore any mistakes. likes / reblogs are appreciated & feedback is always welcomed <3
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Baji and Chifuyu always shared things in day to day life. From jackets and t-shirts, drinks and yakisoba, to sometimes even sharing toothbrushes when they are batshit drunk, it was just how it had been.
Chifuyu would never admit it, but he’d always wanted to share one thing that belonged to Baji – He would never bring it up though, too afraid of offending his best friend of years. But he always wanted to share you with Baji.
He’s been craving you for months, ever since you moved in with Baji and him, sometimes hearing the things you two get up to late at night, jerking his cock and keeping a hand on his mouth so he stays as quiet as possible.
But Baji wasn’t dumb. He had noticed the longing glances Chifuyu always gave you when you were over, or how he stared at your tits, sometimes even hearing low mutters of your name while Chifuyu showered. Not that Chifuyu was trying to hide all of it anyway. It was more than obvious the poor boy had been harbouring feelings for you.
So when Baji had you spread out on the couch with them in between, fingertips spreading your slick folds apart and showcasing your glistening hole to Chifuyu, he wasn’t surprised. As a matter of fact, he was glad that the elder male understood just how much he’d been wanting you.
“You gonna stare all day, Fuyu?”
He shook his head, gulping away the dryness in his throat. “Jus’ don’t know where to start…”
“Lemme help you out.” Baji hummed, tapping his fingers of his free hand against your lips. You opened them without hesitation, smiling as your boyfriend's fingers slid in and rubbed against your tongue, gathering up the spit in your mouth for lubrication, just to be safe. “Mmm, good girl.” He smiled at your obedience, bringing his wet fingers to your cunt and prodding them against your entrance before gently slipping them inside.
It’s almost embarrassing how your walls sucked his fingers in that moment. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t felt his touch in days, or maybe because you were spread open in such a lewd way in front of his best friend, there was no denying it but you were beyond wet.
A cry ripped through your throat as Baji’s long digits pushed deeper and deeper into your hole, till he was knuckle deep.
“Always so fuckin’ tight for me.” Your boyfriend’s voice was strained, the constant clenching of your cunt reminding him how it always clenched around his cock, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt slowly and steadily. You couldn’t help but close your thighs a little at the pleasure, but also the slight embarrassment of Chifuyu’s eyes never leaving the sight of your cunt getting worked open by Baji’s fingers.
A harsh grip to your thigh had you whimpering. “Wanna watch…” It was Chifuyu who spoke, spreading your thigh back open as he looked at your face. “Want to see you cum for Baji.”
Baji smirked, not missing the way your pussy clamped down on his fingers a little harder while Fuyu spoke to you. “Yeah baby, gotta give our guest a good show. After all, he’s been wanting this for so long, right Fuyu?”
“S–Shut up.” A blush spread over Chifuyu’s face and neck while Baji simply chuckled. The embarrassed male looked away from your eyes, too shy to even try to make eye contact with you now after being exposed like that. Instead, he opted to pry your thigh open a little wider, getting an even clearer view of how deep Baji’s fingers had gone inside you now. His friend's fingers were soaked with your slick, sloppy sounds resonating through their apartment every time Baji thrusted his fingers back in.
“F–Fuyu… Please, touch me?” Your voice was laboured, fingertips lifting Chifuyu’s chin up so he could look up into your eyes. “Make me feel good too, please?”
“H–How–”
“Tongue… Use your tongue… Here, please.” Your hand moved to draw circles against your neglected clit, back arching a little as you touched it. “Touch me here. Please. Fuyu, please, I want it– Your tongue. Want you to touch me!”
“Going dumb already?” Baji spoke up, curling his fingers against the spot that had you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the burst of pleasure. “Tsk, he hasn’t even touched you yet.”
“C–Can I? Touch her, I mean– Can I touch her?” Chifuyu’s voice was small, quiet and nervous.
“Mmhm, ‘f course.” Chifuyu didn’t hesitate, shuffling a little closer and licking a stripe across your clit.
“Oh, fuuck– Fuyu!” A sob tore through you at the sudden action, shivers running through your body as the male continued to lap away at your clit excitedly. He moaned as his tongue flicked and licked against your nub, feeling Baji’s fingers close to his face.
It didn’t take long for you to start feeling your orgasm roll closer and closer, every flick of Chifuyu’s tongue felt heavenly, and paired with your boyfriend's fingers brushing against your sweet spot had you a blabbering mess above the two men.
“G’nna cum… ‘M gonna cum! P–Please… C–Can I cum… Baji, Fuyu… Please. Fuckfuckfuck–” Your voice was laced with desperation, a groan coming from Chifuyu as your fingers grabbed onto his hair and pushed him deeper into your cunt.
“Let go baby, we got you.” Baji’s voice was calm, but his cock was throbbing at how desperate you were for him and his best friend and how you were filled with pleasure.
Hearing your boyfriend say ‘let go’ was all you needed in that moment, orgasm rushing through your veins as your walls clamped down on his fingers, eyes rolling back into your head as you tensed up.
Baji withdrew his fingers from you as Chifuyu kept lapping your clit through your orgasm, making your body tremble as you weakly tried to push his head away afterwards, overstimulation getting too much for you. His tongue pressed against your hole, gathering up the slick leaking out. He whined almost disappointedly, licking his lips as he pulled back and saw how you had become a mess.
“C’mere Fuyu.” Baji threaded his hands into the younger's hair, blunt nails brushing through Chifyu’s undercut and making him shiver before tangling through the longer parts of his hair. “You’re all messy…” He mumbled, holding Chifuyu’s head in place as his tongue licked your juices off the males face before pressing his lips against his.
“There. You’re all clean now.” The kiss left Chifuyu breathless, attempting to hide his face in his hands but he wasn’t able to, feeling your hands thread through his locks as well and tilt his head back.
“Since you did such a good job at taking care of me… Let us take care of you?” You tilted your head, eyes glancing down at the problem in Chifuyu’s pants with a smile. “Promise we’ll make you feel good, Fuyu."
a needy chifuyu who can’t stop rutting his hips into your ass from behind :( he knows it’s so wrong, you’re here for a sleepover but his hips have a mind of their own and he can’t stop them. “m sorry it just hurts so bad” he’s babbling, hips still trying to search for some sort of friction to ease the ache in his swollen cock. Poor baby is so overwhelmed. You’re too stunned to move just titling your head to the side to see his hand itching to grab at your waist. Theres tears swelling in his eyes from how bad it hurts. He’s already sensitive from the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his tip but the plush of your ass is adding onto it. “can you sit on my lap? please? please? it hurts so bad can you help me?” chifuyu doesn’t even let you say yes he just grabs at your waist and pulls you onto him. Little choked whimpers fall from his mouth at the pressure of your clothed cunt dragging across his needy cock. He’s a greedy little thing, pushing his boxers down so he can feel the roughness of your pajama shorts. Nails digging so hard into your hips theres going to be little crescent shapes. The noises he would make would be so pretty <3
What’s it like being passed around like a ping pong ball by the head admins of Toman? What’s it like being their girl, yeah? Their favorite girl, their special girl. The one who they can always count on to fix the hard cock sitting agitated behind their uniform. The pretty face that was always bopping around the hangout spots charming hearts with a simple giggle and that lost look in your eyes. You were a slut but you know what? Being a slut wasn’t easy, it’s very tiresome actually! So many cocks, too many egos, varying kinks. Not to mention you always had to look pretty, not that it was an issue for you though. It was all very difficult to keep up with but it was still a fun time.
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Dabi freezes as he notices a shadow move around the corner, rage bubbling inside of him. But he also feels something different, something new.
Fear.
Fear that you're in danger, that you're being targeted, that you're hurt. He's not used to it, not accustomed to the way something in his heart does a squeeze at the thought that someone's here, someone's where you are, and it's not him. And if it were him half a year ago, he'd scoff, he'd turn around and march out of your apartment, march right out of your life.
He'd assume you've simply betrayed him and he'd build walls higher than sky-high, he'd reinforce yet another lock to his heart.
But now, now he has faith—a fickle thing, really. Faith is nothing but hope in disguise, an excuse for most to garner some form of reassurance. And Dabi does not hope, nor does he have faith, and under no circumstances does he ever need reassurance, but you've got to him.
You make him have faith in you, and he hates it, but he hates not having it more.
Which is why he's going to incinerate the unwise intruder who dared step foot into your apartment. He quietly takes a few steps forward, rounding the corner with his hand held up, ready for his flames to burst any second.
Without warning, the figure jumps at him, lunging from a corner, a lamp in hand ready to swing at his head. His palm erupts in flames, and he's this close to striking, but he notices something all too quickly.
It's you.
And as quickly as his flames come, they go. Unfortunately for Dabi, your reflexes aren't as quick, and the lamp comes into contact with his shoulder as he swerves to the side.
"Ow, what the fuck? What's wrong with you," he growls. Standing in shock that the person before you is in fact not a killer, and is indeed your very much missed boyfriend, you gasp happily.
"Dabi! You're back," you grin. Instantly, you latch onto his arm, looking into his eyes with an excited gleam in yours. He scoffs.
"You just attacked me," he grumbles, rubbing his shoulders. "'M leaving again." Pouting, your arms wrap around his midsection. You pretend you don't feel the bandages through his shirt, pretend to rub his back with your palm. He and you both know you're feeling him up to see how far the bandages go, but neither of you says anything.
"Stop being a dick."
"You hit me with a lamp," he hisses. His arm snakes around your waist though, and the familiar contrast of blazing skin and cool staples makes you relax against his chest. You place a delicate kiss, one that falls right in between healthy and charred skin. You never fail to do this, and he never fails to notice.
"You almost melted my face," you counter.
"Well, I stopped on time. I thought your dumbass was a killer."
"Well, I thought your dumbass was a killer too, you're not supposed to be back for—wait a second! Aww, baby, you got worried," you coo, smooshing his cheeks together. Growling, he shoves you off.
Truth be told, he was worried. He was so worried. Dabi's never been this worried over something in a long time—and under the rage, the pure unadulterated anger that came with the thought that someone was trying to hurt you, there was a helplessness he wasn't used to. Dabi stuck to the shadows and he stayed alone, but you were his exception.
"No, I didn't," he mutters. Turning, he walks to the bathroom with you following pursuit, watching as you grab a washcloth and a bucket without him saying anything. "Thought someone found me is all," he shrugs.
"Sure," you tease, watching as he strips himself of his shirt. There are faint traces of blood under the bandages, his skin is tender and irritated, and his staples look a little swollen. He notices the way your face drops.
"It's not as bad as it looks, doll," he offers a tight smile. But you sigh, cupping his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours. He presses his forehead to yours instantly, like a force of habit.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" And he knows half a year ago he'd lie through his teeth, but today he simply closes his eyes, gripping your waist tightly and nodding slowly.
"Yeah." He lets you kiss his cheek, and his nose, and his lips, and he lets you fill the bucket with cold water, dipping the rag in to press to his scalded skin, carefully trying to soothe it as best as you could.
"You should know better than to let yourself get this overheated," you chide. Despite the grimace he gives in pain, he also gives you a signature smirk.
"Looks like you're worried too." This time, you scoff.
"As if. I'm not worried about you. Don't even know you, what's your name again?" you grin, a playful glint in your eye that eases his mind fully for the first time in days.
"You were screaming it—"
"Finish that sentence and you're back in the streets." Dabi smiles, and it's real, soft, genuine. He cups your cheeks this time, bringing your attention back to his eyes once more.
"You wouldn't get cold with me out in the streets?"
"Nah, I got a new blanket. It's fuzzy," you grin.
"You'll kick it off like always, you fucking idiot." And he kisses you, cutting you off mid-sentence as you go to retort, ignoring the searing ache of his wounds, focusing on the softness of your lips instead.
He kisses you to tell you that he loves you, and you kiss him back to promise that you know.
Hm, how about canonverse Dabi with a fellow Villain Reader who's really sensitive to the cold bc of their water based Quirk?
Hi! Thank you for the ask, it was a lot of fun to write! Enjoy!
~Ki
"Dabi!" You protested, as he simply laughed at you and your suffering. You huffed, wrapping your arms around yourself.
He'd just stolen the only blanket you had. It was winter, and the weather had been getting colder by the day, which was very bad for you.
Today was the first day below freezing, and you were on the verge of doing the same. After all, your body was made up of almost entirely water, making you much more sensitive to the cold than your average person.
"Aw, come on, Doll." He teased you, still holding the blanket away from you. You stuck your tongue out at him. "Why are you so mad?"
"I'm fr-freezing!" You proclaimed, growing more frustrated and more cold. Of course, you'd been paired with the scarred villain since the weather turned, since theoretically, his fire would keep you safe and not completely useless. But it seemed that fate had other plans, and Dabi was feeling particularly obnoxious during this mission.
It was a simple scouting mission. Nothing too important or noteworthy... Maybe that was it...
"If you're just bored go burn down a building or something." You snapped, making another grab for the blanket, but you stumbled on your own feet, before you could even reach it.
"Woah, you're clumsier than I thought." He laughed, but when you didn't get up, wincing at your foot, he crouched down to help you.
You were cradling the foot that you'd tripped on, so he'd made to look at it. His eyes dulled, as he realized just what he'd done. You'd been complaining about the cold since you left the hideout, and Dabi was fed up with it...
"I didn't-" He breathed, unable to finish. He shook any hesitation from his mind, quickly wrapping you back up in the blanket, and picking you up. He was careful of your foot, which now had a thin layer of frost over it, which he could see at the ankle. He just now realized that your lips weren't soft or beautiful anymore, but cracked and as blue as his flames. Your ears and nose were also among the first to be affected by the cold. He didn't realize you had been serious.
He knew the consequences of quirks could be bad, but... He didn't realize it was this far out of your own control...
Water was by no means light, but Dabi couldn't be bothered to care. He heated up his own body, coddling you to your chest.
You squeaked, but couldn't resist the warmth of his body.
You sighed in relief, as your body began to warm back up. He took you into an alley, and gently set you down on some steps. He held his hand over your foot, a dull heat radiating from it.
He was silent. You stared at him, watching him, as the frost slowly melted again.
"Thank you." You said, when you'd regained all the feeling in your body.
"You didn't say you would actually freeze." He said, all too quietly.
"I was built for warmer climates." You shrugged. "I tried to get Shigaraki to pair you with Twice and Toga, this time, but-"
"I'll take care of it, next time." He interrupted you, looking into your eyes.
His eyes were so intense, as they always were. They were frigid and cold, and yet held fire in them... You'd often caught yourself staring into his eyes, but now, it seemed you couldn't pull your gaze away.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked, gently brushing his hands over your blanket, warming it up to combat the frigid air. Admittedly, Dabi had so much fire beneath skin designed to protect an ice quirk, he didn't really even start to feel the cold until most people began to hit frost bite.
You nodded. He picked you up again, despite your protests, withdrawing his heat when you tried to flail out of his grip. You gave up, and let him carry you.
You then noticed that he'd turned away from the target, headed back towards the base.
"What about the mission?"
"Hand job can suck it. You told him you'd be a liability and he didn't listen, he can take responsibility for this."
You blinked, sputtering, but no protests ever found their way to your lips.
You sighed, and allowed your head to fall on his chest, taking his his warmth.
Dabi smirked, softly, turning up the temperature, just a bit, to keep you closer to him... It was... nice.
He didn't want to admit it, and wouldn't out loud, but it had been a long time since someone had simply just been in his presence. There was no hurt, no yells, just the touch of another person.
How long had it been since he'd really embraced a person?
He tried not to think about it, but he couldn't help himself from walking a bit slower. Once you were back at base, with a heating unit, you would no longer need him... And he didn't want to expose you to the temperature any longer but... Well, he could keep the cold away, couldn't he?
So he could let himself touch you a little longer, right?
Alas, the base did eventually draw closer, and Dabi couldn't exactly turn around or go a different route. You would get suspicious.
He reluctantly opened the door. Everyone else was out on their own missions, too. He looked around. He'd only ever bothered to memorize his own room, and didn't know where yours was.
"Which way is your room, again?" There was no response. He looked down at you, but you were merely curled up into his chest, eyes closed, and breath soft and deep. A sliver of a smile and a sinking pit of anxiety crossed his being. You'd fallen asleep.
He sighed, muttering something or other about how troublesome you were, though he didn't believe in it, himself, and took you to his own room. He wasn't about to go searching though everyone's rooms for yours, the Gods only know what's in those.
He gently placed you in his bed, tucking you tightly in the covers. You whined slightly, when his warmth disappeared.
He figured you'd be fine, sitting on the edge of his bed, and reaching for his phone, but he felt you shift.
You'd rolled in your sleep, arm partially stretched out... For him, he realized.
Even at room temperature, it probably was still too cold. He sighed, moving the blankets, and slipping under with you.
He held you in his arms, letting his body do the rest. You sighed in content, curling back up into his chest.
Dabi tried not to think about how perfectly you fit in his arms, or about how your head was tucked just beneath his own, or about how you smelled like the sky just before it rained.
When you'd finally awoken, you were warm and well rested. You were in no hurry to open your eyes, until you felt something shift about you. You blinked open an eye, to see purple scarring. Both eyes opened wide, and you scrambled backwards.
This was not possible, as Dabi's arms were wrapped tightly around you. Feeling you struggling in his arms, Dabi was also awoken from the slumber he hadn't intended to fall into.
He blinked down at you, a sly smirk on his face. "Still cold, sweetcheeks?" He teased. Thought this might not have been the best first response, it was all Dabi, still tired, could come up with.
"Could you let me, go, please?" You asked. He shrugged, lifting the arm that was over you. You scrambled back.
The last thing you remembered was Dabi carrying you back to base.
"What happened?" You demanded. Dabi yawned before sitting up, in no hurry to explain himself.
"Well, let's see. You started turning into a popsicle, and I helped you warm up." You gave him a hard look. He chuckled, holding his hands up in defense. "You fell asleep on the way to base, and I couldn't be bothered to find your room. Not only did you proceed to steal all the blankets off my bed, you refused to let me go." He smirked at you. He didn’t reveal how good it made him feel or how it almost hurt when you’d pulled away from him so eagerly.
You flushed at his words. Dabi raised his hand to feel your cheek, making sure you weren't still cold. Despite his teasing actions and words, he was actually quite worried. You flushed deeper. Dabi dropped his hand. Embarrassment, not cold, then. Good.
He stood from the bed. "Well, I'm gonna go bother Handyman, stay here. Or not." He grabbed his jacket off his floor, tossing it at you. "Don't get cold, again." With that he left the room.
You remained where you were, stunned. You hesitantly grabbed his jacket. You buried your face in it, unable to resist the draw of the cinnamon and bonfire smell you'd awoken to. You breathed in, despite the embarrassment
"It smells like him." You mumbled to yourself.
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