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Ebb and Flow- Prince Sidon x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

Relationship: Prince Sidon x Reader

Summary: “I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another? Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?”Sidon is given earth shattering news. His duty as a Zora Prince outweighs all else. But how can he accept that when his love for you is so deep?

Tags: Female Reader, Smut, Angst, PIV, Semi-Public S*x, Outdoor S*x, Oral S*x, Shark Anatomy, Established Relationship, Star-crossed Lovers, Romance

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DISCLAIMER: TOTK SPOILERS, 18+

Sidon wonders if he had spoken too softly. He expected some sort of reaction from you, even if it wasn’t a dramatic, soul-wrenching one. But your silence comes as a shock to him. Your unreadable gaze penetrates him from where you’re seated by the window in your quarters. Quarters he had specifically modified to house a Hylian such as yourself. Just for you. Fashioned to house you for what he thought would be forever. From the luxurious water bed on one side, where the two of you have shared so many passionate nights, to the cozy, crackling fireplace on the other- it’s all been for you, and him, and what he thought would be your future together.

“Y-you what?” you finally manage, confirming to Sidon that it wasn’t that you didn’t hear him, but that you couldn’t believe what he’d said. He hadn't wanted to tell you until he returned from his diplomatic mission, but he couldn't keep it a secret from you. Sidon's words stick to his throat. They feel barbed, razor-like, cutting his tongue on their way out.

“My father has decided- He’s arranged my marriage,” Sidon repeats, words seeping from his mouth like blood. But he tastes nothing when his tongue grazes over his lower lip, checking for a fresh wound. Still, he tastes metal, haunting and sharp. You’re bathed in moonlight, a silver gloss draping elegantly over your skin. Tonight, you appear to Sidon like an ethereal ghost, distant and untouchable, a curiously beautiful and captivating goddess. Like the moon delivered you to him and has come back this night to steal you away.

“Not only has my father found who he considers to be a ‘suitable match’ for me, but he’s arranged the date of our meeting,” Sidon goes on, wanting to fill this deeply uncomfortable silence with something, anything, “Of our marriage.”

He trails off, glancing down at his feet and willing himself not to shed the tears that are stinging his eyes. He’s always known there was a risk that his marriage would be arranged. You aren’t Zora, you’re not royalty. It was a small chance that King Dorephan would even consider you in the running to marry Sidon. Your duty to Hyrule and Sidon’s duty to his people were always meant to clash. But he never thought it would be something to worry about this soon. His father’s decision to step down from the throne came as a shock, and the decision regarding Sidon’s marriage that much more shocking.

Your silence is killing him, gnawing at his insides, anxiety running rampant in his mind. Say something, anything. Please, he silently begs.

“When?” is all you’re able to question through your stupor. The look he gives you is grave, crestfallen.

“In less than a fortnight,” he almost whispers. He watches as your eyes fall slowly shut, as you clench your fists, your jaw. Every part of you tenses, but not out of anger. You take a deep breath and Sidon can tell you’re trying to hold in your tears. But when you exhale, they start to roll down your cheeks, dripping freely to the floor beneath. Droplets of pure moonlight shimmering as they fall. He rushes to you, scoops you into his arms, your small, Hylian form fitting so perfectly in his embrace.

“I fought for us,” Sidon continues, as if he needs to prove to you that his love is genuine. As if you didn’t already know. Your shuddering sobs into his shoulder seem to shake the very foundation beneath you.

“I fought so hard for us,” he whimpers, holding you closer, tighter, as if he were to let go, the moon would finally take you back to your celestial throne, “But my father wouldn’t agree. He wouldn’t- No matter how much I protested. How much I argued and debated-”

“It’s okay,” you manage through tears, littering Sidon’s face with kisses, “I know you fought. I know you tried as hard as you could.”

Sorrow blooms in every facet of your irises as you stare into Sidon’s gilded ones. If his heart hadn’t shattered in its entirety before, it certainly does now. He opens his mouth to say more, but he realizes he’s not even sure what he wants to say. He can’t reassure you. He can’t even reassure himself.

A knock at your door pulls him begrudgingly from this private moment. An attendant calls out to him, "Your Highness, we should leave before it gets much later."

“They can wait,” Sidon speaks, turning back towards you, not wanting to leave you after such devastating news. You smile softly, shaking your head.

“No they can’t, my darling,” you gently return. He knows it, you know it. His royal duties, his people must always come first. You’ve never quibbled with him about this, something he deeply admires about you.

Sidon presses a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. He can taste the salt of your tears, the salt of his own. He hadn’t even realized he’d shed any until the soft pads of your thumbs wipe them from his cheeks. He gazes at you underneath his furrowed brow, memorizing the features of your lovely face. If you dissolve into moonlight while he’s gone, he would never forgive himself for not kissing you one last time.

“Wait for me,” he breathes when he pulls back, “We'll figure this- something out.” You nod, leaning your forehead against his and closing your eyes. Desperately, Sidon wishes he didn’t have to leave. Not in the middle of such an important conversation.

“I should be no more than a few days,” he promises, giving you one final kiss before he wrenches himself from you and reluctantly slips out of your room. He doesn’t dare look back, knowing your melancholy gaze will destroy him if he does.

***

Sidon's diplomatic meeting with the Rito was a success, though it was mostly just a formality. The Zora and Rito are already on quite friendly terms, so he wasn't too concerned in the first place. The entire trip, however, his mind was preoccupied with you, with marriage, with grief. He's mulled over every possible solution. He contemplates further arguments with his father, knowing full-well that he won’t win them. But for you, it’s most certainly worth a try. He thinks about running away with you, eloping under the light of the moon, starting a new life on some remote island, far away from everything. But he knows he couldn’t leave his people behind, and he is certain that you won’t let him. Sidon could refuse to marry anyone at all, but that would mean he couldn’t be with you. But wouldn’t it be better to live his life alone if he can’t live it with you?

These thoughts swirl endlessly around his mind, a vortex of confusion and possibility. Nothing seems right. He loves you. No one else. He can’t imagine loving someone else. Or growing to love someone else. Up until now, Sidon has imagined spending the rest of his life with you. Of proposing marriage to you, in the customary Hylian fashion. Starting a family together, running the Zora kingdom together. Growing old with one another. Nights spent gazing up at the stars, held close in one another’s arms. Mornings waking up in your warm embrace.

With his father’s decision, all hope Sidon had of making a life with you has been dashed. On his journey home, he tries to come up with some sort of solution, but as the Zora kingdom draws nearer and nearer, the Prince frustratingly comes up with nothing useful.

***

An attendant greets Sidon on the bridge leading into the palace, handing off a small slip of paper before dashing off again. The Prince unfolds the note, recognizing your handwriting immediately. “Meet me in our usual spot,” it reads, followed by a small heart and the first letter of your name. Sidon politely excuses himself from his fellow travelers and bolts off to meet you, hoping that you haven’t been waiting long for him.

By the time Sidon reaches Toto Lake, the moon is hovering high in the night sky, casting swathes of silver light across all of Hyrule. Its reflection wavers on the surface of the lake as Sidon’s keen eyes search for you. He spots you in the lake’s center, gliding through the water, every stroke disrupting the liquid mirror around you. The lake appears to envelope your form, encompassing you almost lovingly. Toto holds so many memories for Sidon. It’s where he sought solace after his sister’s passing. Where he found peace during the devastating years that Calamity Ganon reigned. The temperate waters have provided shelter in his most distressing times. It’s also where Sidon first pledged himself to you, promising his heart to you. And where you promised yours to him. A sacred, secret promise.

Sidon watches you for a moment. You cling to the crumbling ruins in the lake’s center, gazing up at the distant, twinkling stars above, not seeming to have noticed him yet. Crickets chirp in harmony with the nearby ribbits of hot-footed frogs, hiding stealthily amongst the scattered lily pads near the shore. Sidon wonders if this is the last time he’s ever going to see you, a thought that pierces his heart like a vicious barb. He can’t help but notice the pile of bags and personal items that you’ve left in the nearby clearing, like you’re prepared to travel a great distance.

Sidon is pulled from this painful thought when you wave to him, having finally noticed him lingering there. He waves back, somewhat apprehensive, but collects himself before diving into the lake. Sidon swiftly cuts through the water, desperate to reach you, the red of his fin cresting the surface of the lake. He wonders if he’ll reach you in time before the moon summons you home again.

“My darling,” you exhale as he reaches you, pulling you into his embrace and holding you close. You cling to Sidon, the gentle thrum of your heart against his chest reinvigorating him after his long journey home. Why do you puzzle-piece so perfectly into his form? It seems like a cruel, cosmic joke that you would fit so neatly, so completely in Sidon’s arms.

“You’re leaving?” he questions, pulling back to meet your sorrowful gaze. Gently, his large hand cups your cheek, one thumb smoothing over your soft skin. You lean your head to the side, letting your eyelids flutter shut as you press a tender kiss into the palm of his hand.

“I must,” you state just barely above a whisper, a quiver in your voice that threatens to shatter Sidon’s already fragile calm, “I heard word around the palace that your bride-to-be arrives tomorrow.”

This is news to Sidon, news that washes waves of vertigo and anxiety over him. They threaten to drown him, pummel him into the silt and sand until he is nothing more than a smoothed over shell, tossed about in the surf. Sidon steadies himself, taking a deep breath, using your pleasant scent, your warmth as an anchor to this moment. Your cheeks are flushed and when you open your eyes once again, Sidon can tell that you’ve been crying, though you shed no tears in front of him. He wants to beg you to stay, to beseech the moon above and bargain that you might grace him just a little longer with your presence. What would it take for the heavenly bodies to allow you just a few hours longer with him?

“I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another?”

“Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?” he finishes. You contemplate this for a moment, before leaning your forehead against his. Beneath the cool sheen of water on your skin, Sidon feels the heat of your blood flowing strong through your veins. Your strength, your poise in this painful time serves as an example to him. He is always put together, always princely and regal. You let him fall apart, without judgement. Sidon can feel his composure fracture at your next words.

“I think we come from the same ancient waters,” you begin, your hands coming to rest on either side of his face, “In some primordial sea, we rode the same tides. Perhaps someday, we shall again. But maybe this time around, we are only meant to flow together briefly, before we part.”

“This cannot be,” Sidon whispers, voice wavering and tears beginning to roll down his cheekbones,“I feel your spirit ebb and flow inside of me. You inhabit me in a way that no one else ever has.”

“I am with you, always. My soul is woven into every fiber of your being. And yours, mine,” you return, and with your exhale, warm tears flow from your bright eyes, “Sidon, I love you, body and soul.”

He can take no more. Sidon crashes his lips into yours, feverish and desperate. You drape your arms over his shoulders, press yourself tightly to him. Perhaps the gracious moon will allow the two of you to merge, to live out the remainders of your lives as one being, one body, one soul.

You wrap your legs around his waist, resting on his narrow hips while he grips your supple thighs. You’re bare to him already, your naked form bathed in silver moonlight. You are glorious, mesmerizing. A bright star, fallen to earth so that Sidon might marvel at your beauty, your mystery before you ascend to your place carved out in the heavens once again.

Sidon can feel his arousal growing as you palm his bulge, claspers pressing against his sheathe. Your warm tongue languidly explores his mouth, breath fanning softly against him. His hands smooth over your slick curves, worshipping every part of you. He commits the plushness of your body to memory, stores your soft moans and tiny gasps so that he might recall them later, in his loneliest hours. The way you breathe his name is holy and nearly brings him to his knees.

“My darling, my pearl,” he whimpers pathetically as you trail kiss after searing kiss along his jawline and down his neck. Your teeth leave their bittersweet marks in his flesh, his talons dragging down your back, agonizing and delightful all at once.

"I will bear your marks for all of time,” he announces, voice husky and low, “And know that I am yours, and you are mine."

“I am yours always. Sidon,” you coo, hand massaging torturously slow over his painful bulge, “In this lifetime, and the next. In all that we should ever exist in together. And even those that we do not.”

Sidon’s fingers tangle in the wet strands of your hair, tugging as he tilts your head so he can have better access to the tender spot of flesh behind your ear. He luxuriates in the lyrical moans that flutter from your lips as he nibbles and sucks at your sensitive skin. His warm tongue drags along your neck, goosebumps appearing in his wake. Your excitement fuels him, thrills him like nothing else does. His fingers find his way to your slick folds, running its length, dousing himself with you.

He can’t contain himself any longer, his claspers freeing themselves from their sheathe. You're quick to grasp one, pumping slow and rhythmic.

“Sidon, please, allow me,” you entreat, your doe-eyed glance up at him only spurring on his arousal. He releases his grip on you, gently setting you back in the water and letting you push him onto a nearby ledge of the ruins. If his people saw him now- oh, the very thought. How un-princely of him- an idea that inexplicably excites him. Prince Sidon- always so put together. Always so collected and proper. Prince Sidon- with the lips of a Hylian warrior, a celestial goddess, around one cock and her hand wrapped around the other.

Your tongue swirls around his swollen tip, making him throw his head back in overwhelming pleasure as you doubly stimulate him. Your hand strokes him at one speed, while your mouth works at another, before you fall into a rhythm with both. Every once in a while, you pause to lick a stripe up either shaft, before diving back in once again. Desperate to have you near, Sidon weaves the fingers of your free hand with his own and grips tight. You squeeze back, letting him know you’re still present, though you seem happily preoccupied with both of his cocks.

“Oh, you work miracles, my love,” he groans, chest heavy with pleasure. He stays your hand, lets you work with just your mouth on one of his claspers. It would bring him no greater pleasure than to come inside you, he explains.

“Your wish is my command, my prince,” you impishly return, mischief glinting in your eyes. You only ever call him, “Prince,” in court, when you have to be more formal. Or in private, when you want to tease him. An electric pulse runs through the length of Sidon’s body at your devilish gaze. You grasp his thighs, nails digging into his flesh. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through him. As your head bobs up and down, Sidon tries his best not to buck his hips into you, but it’s so very difficult. The coil in his core tightens, threatening to snap at any moment. And when it finally does, you help him ride out the electrifying pulses of his first orgasm that night.

***

A burst of salt hits the back of your throat. Bright brine graces your tongue. Your chest feels warm as you swallow, like your body is trying to imbue itself with Sidon. Like you're trying to weave him into every fiber of your being. His ragged breath is music to your ears as you slide your mouth off him. With a wet pop you release him, a string of spit connecting him to you. A connection tenderly wiped away by one of Sidon’s massive thumbs. When you glance up at him, his eyes are dark with lust, slitted pupils wide in pools of molten gold. Sidon’s cheeks are rosy and his body temperature warm, so very warm compared to his usual chill.

You hardly have a moment to catch your breath before Sidon draws you up to him, smashing his lips against yours. Your nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, his streamlined body pressed so deliciously against yours. Your heat is throbbing, every ounce of you heavy with arousal. Carefully, Sidon flips you over, laying you ever so gently on the slab of rock beneath. Your head is cradled by some of the snaking ivy growing on these ancient ruins. Sidon gazes down at you, eyes glimmering in the night. His look is one of curiosity, awe. Though he’s seen you bare to him so many times before, he looks at you like it’s the first time.

“I am at your mercy,” he hushes, sweeping strands of your hair out of your face, before leaning down to tenderly press his lips to yours. He lays kiss-upon-kiss over your cheeks, down your neck, along your collarbone. Featherlight, he trails his lips down your chest, suckling gently on each of the pert buds of your nipples. His sharp teeth graze them softly before he makes his way down your abdomen. His hands knead your hips, cup and massage your breasts as his mouth reaches your heat. He wouldn’t dare tease you, but he can’t help nibbling at your thighs a bit, leaving little love-bites in his wake. After a moment of reveling in your plush inner-thighs, Sidon turns his attention to your pussy. His tongue is languid, warm, as he drags it along your folds. The moan that escapes your lips is salacious. You hear Sidon growl with excitement. He flicks his gilded gaze up at you before he softly kisses the sensitive nub of your clit.

Sidon dives into you, lapping up your arousal like it’s his lifeblood. Like he simply cannot survive without the taste of you. He savors you, tongue slowly circling your clit, testing your entrance. You squirm under the firm grasp he has on your hips, bucking into him, causing him to chuckle at your eagerness. He hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his head deeper into you. Sidon drinks you in like he’s parched. With each of your tiny mewls, you feel Sidon’s happy hums reverberating through your body.

“Sidon, please,” you whine, smoothing one hand over the sleek fin atop his head, “I need to feel you in me.”

He withdraws, the cool night air hitting your overheated folds surprising you. You gasp at its harshness, but Sidon is quick to replace the loss of heat with his hand, palming your sensitive pussy. When his lips meet yours, he tastes of you.

“My darling, I’m yours. Entirely, completely. Every part of me. All parts of my soul,” he promises, his voice filled with conviction, with an aching passion.

“I am yours, Sidon,” you return, breathless and longing, “Forever and always.”

Tenderly, he spreads your legs, letting you wrap them around his waist, placing a large hand on the small of your back to help angle you. The stars overhead seem so close, so clear, like you’re encompassed in an endless dome of them.

“Are you ready, my love?” Sidon asks, his cheeks flushed, breaths laborious. You nod enthusiastically, more than ready for him. He’s so slick, he slips into you with more ease than you expect. But he’s so big, you can feel him stretching out your entrance. He goes slow, gentle, allowing you ample time to adjust. Every few moments he asks if you’re alright. You stabilize yourself, arms slung around his chest, hands resting on his sinewy back. He’s cool to the touch, a sheen of water over his skin.

With one of Sidon’s cock’s inside you, the other rests against your stomach. It’s hard again already, having recovered fast from your earlier ministrations. You grasp it gently, pumping rhythmically with Sidon’s rocking motions. A sultry moan falls from his lips at this double stimulation.

Sidon grinds slow and shallow for a while, before pressing deeper into you. You let go of the clasper resting against your stomach, allowing it to rest against you. With every pump into you, Sidon’s cock presses against the soft pad of your cervix. The pleasure is intense, your body quivering with each voltaic charge Sidon pulses into you. The heat generated between you is overwhelming, your bodies trying so desperately to merge into one. Your fingernails dig into his back, his talons into your thighs. Sidon buries his head into the crook of your neck, suckling little bruises, marking you. He delights in the way your breasts bounce with every motion.

Goddess, please, let the moonlight fuse us into one, he begs, but he knows this cannot be. The two of you try your very best to do it yourselves.

As Sidon grinds into you, the grip you have on his back prompts him to pick up his pace.

“My darling, my pearl,” he manages to whisper, his breathing heavy, “You are, and always shall be, the light of my life.”

“You are my moon, my stars, my light in the darkness,” you return, voice constrained by the taut coil in your core. Your walls quake around Sidon’s quivering cock.

“Ha,” he huffs, pounding harder into you, “So close, my darling.”

And so are you, but you can’t speak. For a moment later, the straining coil in you springs loose. Sidon’s name echoes through the clearing, a prayer in this ancient water temple. You cream around Sidon’s cock as he falls apart, his pace erratic as his hot cum fills your cunt. You feel even more paint your stomach, threads coating your abdomen from his other cock. Sidon calls out your name, a hymn to match yours. Sidon wonders if the moon hears the adoration, the infinite love in his voice. You know it does.

When you’ve milked him for everything he’s worth, when he’s spent himself entirely inside you and on you, you pull Sidon down, crashing your lips into his. Feverishly, the two of you press kiss after kiss to one another, heated and yearning. You let the silence wash over you, grateful for the cool night breeze on your overheated bodies. After a while, Sidon gently pulls out of you, cock slick with your combined efforts. He pulls you into his embrace, cradling you in his arms. You belong here, enveloped by him. Enveloping him. How could the Goddess be so cruel to make you fit so perfectly, only to take you away from him?

“Leave in the morning,” Sidon begs, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lip, “Please, stay one more night. Besides, it’s not safe.”

You shake your head, a rueful smile on your lips and sorrow in your eyes, “If I don’t leave now, it’ll be that much harder for me to leave tomorrow. And don’t worry, Zelda has sent forth people to retrieve me. They’ll be here within the hour. I’ll be okay.”

Sidon’s heart can’t drop anymore, but if it could, it certainly would. He’s not sure what he expected to feel after everything that’s happened. The depth of his melancholy is too great for him to understand at the moment. It will take time for him to process. He doesn’t feel numb. No, instead he savors your embrace. He holds you close, littering your face with kisses, gently stroking your back while you rub small circles into his. If he could live in this moment forever, he would.

A horn blows in the distance, drawing the two of you out of your tender sanctuary in time. In the distance, you see lights on the bridge of the palace. It’s a Hylian caravan of guards, no doubt from the palace. No doubt sent here for you. You cling to Sidon’s back as he swims the two of you to shore.

“I wish you could whisk me away on your back. I wish we could just keep swimming and not look back,” you murmur to him, laying a gentle kiss on his fin.

“I do, too,” is all he can manage, trying so very hard not to shed any more tears. You dress quickly and Sidon helps you gather all your things. These are your last moments together. The bitter sweetness sticks in Sidon’s chest, viscous like tree sap, clinging to his ribs. Hand-in-hand you walk back down the cliff side and make your way to the bridge. Just out of sight of the Hylian caravan, you pull Sidon aside and lay your lips against his one more time. Your kiss is passionate and conveys every immense bit of your love for him. He hopes you can feel the same from him.

When you pull back, your eyes are filled with adoration. And his with sorrow and love. You smile softly.

"The sea will carry us to one another,” you begin, tears trickling down your cheeks, “Time and again. I will find you in the next life, where our tides will be one and the same."

Sidon leans his forehead against yours, allowing his tears to fall freely.

“My heart belongs to you, always,” he breathes, “You reside in me, sheltered and safe.”

“You will always find a home in my heart,” you return, pressing one final kiss to his lips. Your hand lingers in his for a moment, before it slips from his grasp. Prince Sidon of the Zora watches your form grow smaller and smaller on the horizon, before it disappears behind the cliff sides, and he is left alone once again.

A/N: Okay, don’t get me wrong, I actually think Lady Yona is adorable and I have all sorts of plans for some OC/Sidon/Link/Yona headcanons and drawings. But I couldn’t resist writing some Sidon/Reader angst!!!!!! Oh gosh, if I ever decide to do a follow up, there's just too many good options. a) Sidon refuses the arranged marriage and declares that he's marrying you, against his father's wishes b) Sidon decides to runaway with you and you live out the rest of your lives on a secluded island c) Sidon goes through with the marriage and you go your separate ways or, perhaps my favorite option, d) you, and Sidon, and Link, AND Yona become a happy little polycule because that would be adorable and wonderful (and I've said it before, but I'll say it again, if you know me, you know I love anything poly!!!!!!) Thank you so much for reading! This was a delight to write, though it definitely filled me with a lot of sadness. As always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Hope you are all doing amazing! Lots of love 💜

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imaginethezeldaverse · 8 months

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Ahhh I love your work! Every work of yours I’ve read has been absolutely amazing, you write so beautifully. I was wondering if I could maybe request a Revali x reader headcanons of Rito mating season or heat/rut? Have a wonderful day/night as well!

Hmmm okay, I think I can give you a few off the top of my head, sure! Since we're talking about a mating season, I'm going to write reader a female/afab/child-bearing capable perspective, if that's okay. There's a headcanon I have that will involve that aspect (so trigger warning for that too btw - I'll add it in in the tags but just an fyi!) I also added a little mini fic in there for funsies lol enjoy!

It's overwhelming for him. Being with you is the first time his heat has ever truly affected him before, so the experience engulfs the poor Rito man. It's a new experience for you both.

He's scared he'll hurt you - like...actually scared. For as headstrong as he can be and how well he carries himself, he very much is still a hero - and that means no harm comes to people that don't deserve it. Especially you - who he loves so dearly and would give his ability to fly if it came down to it.

His instincts are so strong he almost can't control them this time. There's a sensation in him that needs to breed you - take you over and over until he knows he's successfully put a child in you.

Should you decide to help him, he's definitely not going to be gentle. You'll likely sustain some scratches, rug burn, and a few hickies here from his love bites. He's giving in to inhibition here, running with something more primal and animalistic than either of you are used to. But if that scares you - please heed his warning and leave! He absolutely would not hold it against you.

Afterwards, he's very cuddly and it's then you'll realize that he's made a makeshift nest out of a bunch of soft things he owned: garments, shed feathers, even all of his scarves that he's owned through the years. He'll hold you to his chest (and his heart is beating FAST), his chirps and trills are quiet but against your body you hear him clear as day. It takes a few minutes for him to slip back into a less animal-like frame of mind, so forgive him if he doesn't answer any questions or respond to you coherently right away.

Normally Revali had never had an issue with mating season before recent - without a mate to call his own, the ruts were never something he couldn't handle. However, after falling for you, the creation of an unbreakable bond of love and trust changes things inside him. His Rito DNA senses the deep affection he holds for you and ultimately alters his internal biology to reflect as such. So when mating season comes around, you're both blissfully unaware at first. Until you walk into his hut and find him doubled over. The scent of you hits him right away, and in a very rough, shaky voice he begs you not to come any closer. But you can clearly see that he's sweating profusely, feathers fluffed and tousled. He's disheveled and groaning in what sounds like pain so immediately you're thinking he's injured...or worse.

When you try to approach him again he raises his voice to leave him alone. "Please!" he begs - and the red alarms in your head are blaring because he is not one to beg for anything - "I need you...t-to leave..." his head hangs and his chest heaves as he tries to keep a semblance of his decency intact, "I c-c-can't...pro...tect you..." You look at him confused, protect you from what? There's currently no danger! Scanning the room, you still don't understand. But then you remember, from a book you'd read a while ago that Princess Zelda has lent to you (just so you could understand Rito culture a bit better) - spring always meant mating season. Your eyes connect with the foliage that peeks just outside of Revali's window - an elder tree in full bloom. So Revali was-- "Let me help you," you offer, realizing now why he seemed so pained. You didn't think about the decision, didn't think about the repercussions - all you wanted was for him to no longer be in distress. The black pupils of this emerald eyes withered to slits. His breathing picks up, a few short huffs away from a hyperventilation. With the last shred of coherent thought he could must, he exhaled out, "I'll...hurt...you..."

Perhaps it was your bravery, or maybe your caring, stubborn heart that would shrug off your coat, laying it on the ground before him. Revali watches you through his exasperated panting, the erection in his lower garments straining terribly, though he's trying to hide it. The groan he lets out sends a chill down your own spine when you move to gently cup his beak in your hands. As soon as you understood what was happening, you knew the risk of staying there. "I don't care, Revali...I know what you need..." his feather take on a more purple shade as he flushes, "...And I want to help you."

You barely have time to undo the bodice portion of your dress when your hands release his face and you turn to undress, because he almost immediately pins you down. His rush on your body has you landing a little awkwardly on your chest and stomach, but it's soothed by the sensation of long, soft fingered-feathers caressing your sensitive skin. The Rito's beak pecks everywhere he can reach, even plucking at your sleeves to release more of your skin from your dress. You feel his taloned foot wrap around your ankle, not necessarily doing anything to you other than anchoring you beneath him. His winged digits pinch your nipples to stiffness: the combination of those pulses of electricity and the very obvious hardness poking at your backside have you gasping already.

His rut makes him impatient; you know this as you already feel fingers circling your entrance, half to rile you up further, half to make sure you're ready. But again - Revali is impatient, and so up goes your dress, over your hips. There's brief shuffling behind you and then just as you brace your hand around what would essentially be his wrist, Revali is already spreading your legs and sliding between them. The pressure of him inside of you has you keening, and you're thankful for the little bit of foreplay you were given, making you just wet enough to accommodate him. The wing that toyed with your chest was now crowding around your neck, pulling your body upright and flush against his chest as he took you.

Revali is far less than gentle, the rough huffs and deep chitters falling over your skin as he held you still: one wing wound very loosely around your neck, the other gripping your thigh for purchase. His beak nibbled at whatever flesh he could reach. "Re...valiiiiii" you whined out, breath hitching mid thrust. But he could not hear you, his mind so incensed with fucking you to fullness, more avian than anything else as he slammed his hips into you. Yes, he would bed you multiple times that evening, and in multiple positions no less, spilling his seed so deep inside you, even he wasn't able to get you pregnant - he was surely going to take you like he planned on it.

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After all is said and done, you eventually wake upon a bed of soft clothes and feathers. As you look down you realize it's shaped meticulously, as though it was made to have a form. It was then you realize his need to mate had him go through all of the motions: including building a nest for his mate. You look up at your Rito Champion, the tufts of his feathers much more relaxed than earlier as he rests. Your fingers gently stroke his beak, and the pleased chirp he lets out warms your heart. His wings wrap around your frame a little tighter; your hands waft through the down of his chest. You've no idea if this means you'll actually conceive or not - but you do know you don't mind in the least. You love Revali entirely, you wouldn't have offered if you didn't, and you're hoping that making love to him through his rut was proof enough. His beak finds your temple, carefully nibble and peck at the strands of your hair as if to preen you - it makes you giggle, his animal instincts still showing out in small ways as he settles down into sleep.

You'd assess any repercussions of his rougher handling when you awoke later, right now it just felt good to be in his arms like this.

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I was looking at my AO3 statistics and found that The Prince of Hyrule was in my top five on every count last year, so I figured I'd finally buckle down and redo my artwork for the original First Calamity, Ancient Hyrule Zelda and Link. (Please check the tags if you go to read it!!)

I attempted to include a few more character details in each design. For Melem, I tried to combine the Breath of the Wild "Barbarian" Set with the designs and motifs we got for the Zonai in Tears of the Kingdom, to better suit the way I wanted them to be a kind of "successor" culture/state to the Zonai of Tears. Here, they would be a human/Hylian population that retained the cultural pieces of the Zonai, and possibly originated from a different intermarriage between Zonai and human/Hylian than the lineage of Rauru and Sonia, potentially even predating it. Things like patterns and jewellery are easily preserved, but things that were hard to preserve, like face markings, were lost and larger jewellery was likely limited even in Rauru's time.

Zaal's design remained much the same, because I was always pretty happy with it in terms of shape, butI wasn't happy with the original picture's pose and colour contrast. That one's largely just "My skillset has vastly improved" including to the point I included Zaal holding little Zelda in the picture, too. I also added a little bonus detail in Zaal's art, although we'll see how subtle I actually was, LOL.

Original included under the cut.

#Breath of the Wild #Tears of the Kingdom #Ancient Hyrule #Zelda fanart #Zelda fanworks #Zelda fanfiction #Original Zelda #Original Link #Zonai Link #my art #Legend of Zelda #BOTW #TOTK #LOZ: BOTW #LOZ: TOTK #child

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Sidon about Mipha and Link’s relationship

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BOTW Link x F!Reader ~ Pt. 6

SFW

Something weird was definitely going on with the Hylian Champion.

You hadn’t the foggiest idea of why he was acting this way either.

Just what had come over him?

One of your brows rose when seeing azure glare at you from over his shoulder for the seemingly thousandth time in the last four days. If there’s something you want to say then I’d rather you do so instead of staring at me like that, your lip curl accompanied by a grimace conveyed. Anything would be better than those constant glances. The hinge of your jaw gave way when his head snapped forward with a huff. You remained silent though.

Pushing for answers or any sort of action may make this worse…whatever it was.

A traveling merchant selling wares you had yet to encounter was friendly enough, even offered a free sample for the two of you, which had been outright refused by the silent swordsman courtesy of a huff. They were forgiving though and was appreciative of your business while accepting some rupees. With a tip of their head they were gone down a path the two of you took opposite of.

Your patience was beginning to wane of this oddly distant side of Link.

Even at the stable he barely even looked at anyone save for the way his gaze burned a hole in your back whenever it was turned. The hand, who recognized him, assured that another stable currently was taking care of Epona and had even offered to fetch her for them, but the blue eyed Hylian didn’t grace either of you with indication if he wanted the steed or not. You declined the generous offer with much more finesse than he. Turning in his last known location, you were met by an empty space then spotted him exiting the stable’s protective tent.

Any other person, probably one a bit more sane than yourself, would think “perhaps the Champion needs some time alone” or “he is the Princess’ Knight, of course he would have a lot on his mind” then there may be some who left well enough alone.

Not today.

Not you.

All through midday meal did he wordlessly stare at you from across stone being used as a makeshift table. Something had to be done before you went mad. Or worse.

Unfinished food was placed upon the cloth used for storage, your hands slowly enclosing it within then placed in inventory. The palms of your hands rested upon the rock as you stood then fixed him with a pointed expression with raised eyebrows. Care to explain?

His answer was a huff while also storing the unconsumed food; definitely an odd occurrence.

You plopped back down to the ground with crossed legs neatly tucked beneath when he stood, crossing your arms when his gaze met yours. I’m not going anywhere until you give me some sort of reason why you’re acting strange, your entire body language said. And judging from the defiant raise of your chin, you were prepared to wait however long it took to get answers.

Within those azure eyes shifted a shadow that corresponded to various things appearing within his aura; paw prints and armor specifically.

“Time and Twi, I don’t want any interference with this. Same goes for all of you others. I want him to tell me what’s going on so I can understand why he’s behaving so differently.” The tone of finality left no room for argument and the presences faded, leaving just Link’s. Later you’d find some way to thank them. Arrowheads failed to compare against your stare that threatened to pierce his being.

Azure narrowed at your unspoken challenge. The last night’s stay at Zora’s Domain replayed within his mind despite the echoes of the other personas’ protests, images of Sidon and you beside Mipha’s statue burning themselves within his mind’s eye. “Give it back.”

Immediately your hands rose to the circlet, heart clenching. The voice that came from between his lips belonged to the Link you knew, yet it didn’t at the same time. Only once have you heard him use this tone: against a Hinox that had stumbled upon the camp you’d setup. That order rang loudly within your ears the following day, telling you to run without stopping until he told you to. To hear such a tone being used against you made every drop of blood tremble. Loss filled you when he didn’t offer any explanation as one of his hands extended with palm facing upwards. Words rose up your throat meaning to deter or demand to know why but they became tangled within a choking knot when seeing the seriousness in his face intensified. Tears threatened to form along your waterlines, blinking them back furiously as your head shook slowly.

He could tell you had been shocked by his words. What the Champion would later appreciate was the reluctance radiating off your figure while attempting to remove the accessory. It proved that you’d developed an attachment to it and knowing it was his gift receiving your adoration made this all the much harder for him. The metal was still warm when you shakily placed it within his waiting palm.

To your horror, he effortlessly crushed the diamond after removing it from the circlet, his upper lip curling. “What are you doing?!”

“Luminous Stone.” Shock filled you when he disgustedly tossed away the remaining dust lingering within his hand. He looked livid and something told you that the shopkeep who had sold that particular accessory felt a chill down his spine. “Sidon warned that it wasn’t a diamond, just painted to look like one. The fall in the river and exposed to all that rain revealed that fake for what it really was.” Flames worthy of Death Mountain’s volcano appeared within his gaze when it fixated upon the remaining metal of the accessory.

If that greedy little Bokoblin knew what was good for him he’d hide anywhere out of Hyrule’s borders if to be safe from retribution.

On their own, his eyes drifted away from the ruined piece of jewelry to find your distraught figure listlessly staring off into space. Large tears spilling down your cheeks shone brightly before being absorbed into the fabric they fell upon. He was confused though. Shouldn’t you be angry at the counterfeit gem? Dropping to one knee, he rested a hand upon your shoulder.

“I don’t care that it was fake,” you sniffled, refusing to meet his gaze, “it was a gift from you. That’s what mattered most to me…and you broke it…”

“Not good enough.” He rummaged around within his inventory for a moment before revealing something that nearly blinded you when the sun’s rays reflected off an item.

That was the only explanation he offered as an unfamiliar cloth was procured while beginning to continue walking.

Numbly, still reeling from the destruction which had occurred, you rose to stand and followed his trail, wiping away the tears that you’d been unaware of shedding. Silence once again fell over the two of you but this time it was much lighter. As if whatever weight had been lifted. You should feel relieved by that knowledge, however it left you only feeling empty since he still seemed reluctant to speak anymore.

And so the two of you continued onward.

Other travelers offered greetings when passing which each went unanswered by the somber traveling party, until the blonde haired Hylian stopped when encountering a Goron. They conversed lowly as you took a moment to rest upon a rock, gaze rising to the sky with a sigh. Something crawled up your arm, not even having to look down to know it was a Restless Cricket, unflinching even when the sun become so bright it would make any want to shield their sensitive eyes.

A shadow fell over your form, momentarily blocking the harsh rays threatening to burn your skin, one that belonged to someone very unexpected. “Oi, traveler of little guy!” The Goron introduced himself as Fugo, giving off the energy of confidence along with determination. “Excuse me for a moment.”

For a moment you were stunned as the bulky being took hold of your left hand to raise and examine it for several seconds before letting it fall back to rest at your side.

“All done! And let me be the first to congratulate you both!”

Confusion made your brows furrow as Fugo lumbered back to where Link had been waiting. What was all that about? The hand he had closely observed rose to your eye level, as if looking at it would possibly answer your question, yet none came after a few moments. So back to your side the left limb went.

The two continued to converse as the sun traveled across its path through the sky until it brushed the horizon. Even then the Hylian and the Goron kept their heads bent over whatever they were focused upon.

This left you to your own devices. A fire was made after you’d returned with small, successful hunt game which you proceeded to skin then cook with honed concentration until the half moon faintly illuminated the land in its light. Seasoned brown meat was quickly removed from the fire to instead be placed within wooden bowls with matching eating utensils. A large prime meat steak was offered to the Goron, who whole heartedly accepted the offering, however the blonde haired Hylian refused to look away from whatever task was at hand. So you left his own supper beside the rock he had sat upon then returned to the fire where your own was waiting.

It was finished slowly as the twinkling stars appeared above your head as Fireflies and Restless Crickets emerged from the tall grasses. Dirty dishes were collected, part of you wounded when finding Link had not touched the food you’d prepared, but went about clearing the site once ensuring all scraps were properly disposed within the crackling fire; better to stem off any curious monsters following a trail to the two of you.

Golden flames were just diminishing to glowing embers when one of the mighty Dragons appeared within the sky, glowing brilliantly with its ethereal scales and energy waves. No matter where or how often you saw one they always left you breathless and awestruck. Your eyesight wasn’t adequate to see well in the dark but for a moment you thought there was a black figure hovering near the mighty beast before it plummeted toward the ground in pursuit of something shiny which fell.

For several days that was the cycle you knew.

Days were spent with Link working alongside Fugo.

Night was where you found solace while watching the stars and dragon.

Until the third night you were woken by a gradually growing pressure that were recognizable arms wrapping around from behind which was oddly accompanied by a twist within your gut.

Earlier you’d noticed a single blue flower seeming to dance its way through the grass until lightly bumping against your knee.

Numerous times you’ve seen Link include the plant within several dishes. It was safe to eat, as far as you could tell after examining it for several seconds. The hour had been too late to make a fire, plus it would earn unwanted attention, but the faint rumbling of your stomach protested when considering to place it within storage. A little late night snack never hurt anyone.

A warm breath of air tickled the fine hairs at your neck’s nape, earning shivers down your spine, the heat coming off his being seeping into yours which further stemmed off the night’s chill. Sleep clung to your consciousness as realization made to raise its ugly head along with anger’s. However both went back to slumber as you turned within his embrace so as to nuzzle into his being.

A hand rose to rest pet the back of your head, encouraging you to drift with slow, drawn out strokes, the rhythm of his heart luring you to the gentle waves of his breath which carried you closer to the realms of dreams. It wasn’t until you had drifted off did the swordsman release a breath of relief. He was fully prepared to pay for making you wait so long. Azure rose opened hearing a the distant grunts of a monster. They sounded far off enough that the two of you could rest for tonight.

Come morning though it would be time to move.

And so his eyes drifted closed as he too drifted off to slumber, Fugo keeping close watch then striking up conversation with another Goron who happened by.

…

You were not prepared for the come light of dawn. Why? Because that was how you found Link, tending to the fire, serving generous portions of a delicious smelling breakfast. The smile raising his lips was lackluster though as you accepted your share.

He sat incredibly close to you while eating, immediately refilling your plate when it became empty despite your objections. Breakfast was finished quickly enough as your belly became stuffed but was prevented from helping to clean dishes by his hands resting on your shoulders when moving to stand. Stay, his eyes bore into your own, there’s no need for you to do more than enjoy the morning.

The need to question his actions was suppressed when noticing a certain Goron had disappeared. That answer came courtesy of the Master Sword’s wielder directing your gaze up towards the distant volcano. So he must have continued onward to his home.

An ache filled your chest.

Home was something you didn’t have. It was gone, destroyed, left in ruins thanks to monsters summoned then empowered by the Blood Moon. All of your family and friends had left you behind while they went on to the next plane.

Calloused fingers lifted your chin until you were met with a pair of azure gemstones. They were filled with concern while the tip of a finger trailed up your cheek then withdrew far enough away to reveal a teardrop upon his bent knuckle. “(Y/n)?”

A shake of your head was all you could offer as sorrow wrangled its way up your throat to become a choked sob. You could see his lips moving yet no sound came from them. Brilliant blue faded to black as the landscape became night. Little by little the heart in your chest cracked with each tear which slipped down your cheek until it threatened to shatter. The faces of your closest relatives who had resided within the village swam in your mind’s eye, but they were expressionless and lacking of emotion with crimson blood staining their skins. What started as sadness morphed into terror when more joined the pair. Arrows and various other weapons were the source of their lifeblood spilling down their figures to pool at your feet. Pure white hands rose from the rippling liquid surrounding you, gnarled fingers with claws for nails reached for your face as the closest villager opened their jaw to reveal rows upon rows of serrated teeth.

“(Y/n)!”

Someone shouted your name, making the horror waver for a moment. A breath whooshed past your ear, one that was warm and carried faint hints of spiced grain, compelling to take a long, deep inhale. Claws dug into your skin where they left deep crevices that bled large rivers of red. Up your throat rose a scream of terror and pain when the porcelain arms began to wrap tightly around your frame. “Link!” Terror gripped your very soul as twin slitted eyes with golden irises appeared within the darkness, radiating unadulterated evil when a large, gaping maw opened to reveal several rows of serrated teeth. “Link!”

Link grunted as you fought against his hold. Never had you called his name in such a way that tore his heart in half as it rendered you hoarse after minutes of begging for him to save you. Distress filled you features when he successfully managed to still your erratic movements. No matter how many times he called your name there was no indication that you’d heard even though his mouth was beside your ear. Nails, teeth, you used everything in attempts to find freedom. The entirety of your body was convulsing with froth gathering around your splayed jaws, blown out pupils sightlessly darting erratically.

Poison.

Wracking his brain, he attempted to recall where exactly you would have encountered something so dangerous. The Zora were trusted allies so they would never be responsible. Perhaps a traveling merchant you had done business with recently? He faintly remembered you had spoken to a few. No, none of them seemed to have given you anything suspicious.

So how?

“I gave her a flower to match her beauty,” a small voice whispered, drawing his attention to a nearby rock to find a tiny green Korok who looked upset, “I didn’t think she would eat it.”

He could have laughed at the bizarre twist of events. You, the person who reacted so cautiously against him eating anything, had eaten something you shouldn’t have? Oh, he would certainly be giving you a hard time in the future for this. Blue Nightshade wasn’t meant to be eaten like a salad after all. Though perhaps he was to blame after all. If he had been paying more attention instead of becoming short sighted than maybe he would’ve been able to prevent this accident. Although he should have been careful to explain which particular plants were safe to consume raw versus cooked.

That can be another lesson for the future.

His head snapped upwards as more of the small sprites began to appear. They’re offering was accepted by means of him taking firm hold upon your writhing body while standing. Deep within himself Link felt a presence, Twi was the name you gave it, begin to whisper occasional warnings a split second before your body moved as if capable of predicting then instructing where he should adjust his hold. Part of the blue eyed Hylian felt conflicted when finding the aid helpful with each successful restrain of your flailing limbs.

The Koroks were speedy as they led him through the misty Lost Woods, taking care to ensure the Hylian Champion was close, then continuing onwards. One was always ready to correct where his footfalls went. Neither were necessary for him.

This was not the first time he’d ventured here.

None too soon did the crunching of twigs and grass beneath his steps become cobbled stone which led to a familiar pedestaled platform illuminated by a few golden rays of sunshine. Silent Princess flowers glistening with dew lined the triangle shaped, man-made dais, swaying gently in a breeze which caused your disheveled hair to threaten to obscure your face as he came to a stop within it’s center. Around him appeared several more Koroks who made to welcome him yet grew silent when beholding your now whimpering form as their fellow spirit hurried to crawl up the trunk of a mountainous tree, earning a soft sigh.

“You have returned,” the tree called lowly in a voice which made the earth itself seemed to vibrate with its vibrato, “chosen wielder of the Sword Which Dispels Darkness.”

Link’s mouth made to open.

“You need not explain. The situation speaks of itself.” Several Koroks appeared from the Great Deku Tree’s canopy. They cooed and whispered softly amongst themselves while accepting your unconscious form from the swordsman. “I shall take her into the spring which resides within my branches. There she shall recover and rest as the Nightshade is removed.”

Calm azure watched as your figure disappeared within the leaves until they fell to rest upon the mighty tree.

The aged deity regarded the swordsman, if that were possible. “I see you have been busy with those side quests of yours.”

A twitch made Link’s brow rise slightly.

“No judgement do I have to pass,” the tree chuckled. “Though I was curious as to when I would share a presence with you once more. We have much to discuss.”

….

Breathing heavily, he sheathed the Master Sword with a flourish, the singing note of metal ringing through the air. It was stronger now thanks to the trials which had pushed both steel and swordsman beyond their limits. Sweat covered his being from head to toe as he quickly shed the near ruined tunic, allowing Koroks to carefully take each article of clothing from his hold for repairs and washing, until left with only the sword and undergarments. Even the worn warrior had to internally admit they had been strenuous upon both the mind and body. Changes had come over his physical being not in the form of scars but newly mastered muscles which had surpassed average bulk to become lean, power concealing additions to his weaponry. His head rose upwards where sharp eyes combed over the canopy overhead.

How much time had passed?

What was your condition?

“You have returned.” Azure rose to the mighty tree as, if it were possible, the Great Deku Tree had taken a long, deep inhale, as if mentally preparing himself to speak. “You have done well in strengthening the Master Sword, chosen wielder of the blade which is capable of dispelling darkness. Well done.” A part in the canopy prevented Link from climbing the trunk, gaze locked upon where a hidden spring resided, forcing him to instead slide down back to the foliage undergrowth. “Your friend—”

“Ya-ha!”

Confetti exploded from behind him, raining down in multicolored sparks and leaves, accompanied by a wooden xylophone and the familiar shakes of maracas. There was a sound though which made his being warm and turn: laughter. Not just any though. This one, which made his eyes widen when finding their source, made the heart in Link’s chest swell.

There you were, beside an enthusiastic Hestu, with your own pair of maracas, wearing a blinding smile while dancing to music the Koroks conducted.

“—is doing quite well. All traces of the poison have been removed from her being with the help of the Koroks and fairies alike. A simple task for them if truth were told.”

So transfixed by seeing you with fully restored health that he failed to notice you falling still while taking in his appearance.

The few rays of sunlight glistening off his lean form, toned muscles moving fluidly beneath his tanned skin, those blue hued eyes of his shining brighter than any gemstone could hope to compare, even the few additions of scars across his body left you in awe. Had his chest always been chiseled? Or those shoulders so wide? Eyes of his were sharper than any blade could hope to be as they traveled across your being, leaving a near burning trail. No way had he looked so…

“Dear girl,” the great tree rumbled when you failed to make any move or sound, “your dear traveling companion has returned from his trials at long last. For you it has been many days but time passes differently when within the sacred realm which he has emerged from.”

All functions of your brain screeched to a halt at the ancient’s revelation. Maracas were caught by Hestu as they left your grip. A path was made through the grass and underbrush as you broke out into a sprint.

Waking to find yourself in such a place had been startling, frightening even, despite the assurances of the giant talking tree you were within. It was always daytime here so it had been impossible to tell when it was time for rest if not for the mighty tree’s gentle guidance. Eventually you found strength once again which allowed descent from the sacred spring. A large welcome party of Koroks were waiting at the tree’s base. Fanfare of music and food were what they used in attempts to keep you preoccupied despite your glances towards the lone Master Sword upon its pedestal. None could offer you explanation of where the Hylian had disappeared to. Until the mighty tree itself was unable to take your worried expression a moment longer just that morning.

A stone caught on the tip of your shoe, stealing away your balance when attempting to reach him, resulting in you falling face first into a firm chest and pair of arms which readily enclosed around your smaller form.

“(Y/n)…”

Tears spilled down your cheeks when he whispered into your ear, relishing in the tight embrace as your own arms rose to wrap themselves around him. Warmth sourcing from his being made the sunlight pale in comparison, farther proving that this was no delirious dream or hallucination. Tension lingering within his being as you clung to him began to dissipate as he took a deep inhale through his nose, bringing with it your natural scent that he internally relished. There were traces of recent battles radiating off of Link and there were new scars within his collection. “I’m alright,” you soothed when his breath hitched, feeling him nuzzle into your neck, “I’m back to full health thanks to everyone.”

Deep within him rose the personas who took their turns in examining you themselves; Time noticing the healthy pink tint of your skin, Sky admiring the style of your hair, Twi noticing that the bruises you’d sported before had vanished to leave unblemished skin, and Nox seeming to breathe a sigh of relief when your weight rested against Link’s. In the backs of his mind came Sea Song’s melody that played along the Korok’s music. After nearly a full minute they receded one by one until the hero was alone with his thoughts.

You really were here, healthy, and within his embrace…

…where you belonged.

He swept you up in a twirl, making you laugh and cling to him more, as cheers rose from the surrounding Koroks. All of the worry and concern he’d been harboring while undergoing the trials evaporated the longer you remained within his hold. A smirk lifted his lips when placing you back on your feet, earning your cheeks to tint pink.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance.” Link could have laughed at your purse lips before those same lips were mushed against his for a moment.

You retreated with a huff, unable to meet his widened gaze. “That’s for successfully completing those trials.”

The swordsman was unprepared for the sudden meet of your fist against his core, causing him to drop to a knee with an exhale; perhaps he had trained you just a bit too well.

“And that is for stealing my first kiss back in Zora’s Domain!”

Hestu, and a few other Koroks, seemed to sympathetically regard the hero as you stomped off to where you’d been sleeping within the Great Deku Tree’s trunk. Low, rumbling laughter filled the air sourcing from the ancient being. “Ah, young love,” it seemed to smile as Link recovered while rising to stand at his full height. “Though you have spent much time alongside the Princess of Hyrule it seems you’ve still much to learn about females.”

Azure rose to the tree then fell to lock on the place where you had disappeared, calloused fingers swiping over his lips which tingled with the phantom memory that was your mouth.

That night, he looked up from the sword being polished as you settled against his left side. He couldn’t help but notice how perfectly you fit, as if you were always meant to be here, with him. For a moment his head rested against your own, earning a soft hum. Wheat hued tresses intermixed with yours where the flickering campfire light made them appear to be golden ribbons decorating your hair. The trials had given plenty of time to fine tune what Fugo had started but it was in that moment which your initial anger at him about the circlet hit the battle honed warrior full force when seeing its empty place upon your being. “It wasn’t good enough.”

No question had to be voiced because you immediately knew what he was referring to. “I still liked it,” you began slowly, “and it was a gift from you. Of course I was upset when you wanted it back and then you destroyed that stone like it was nothing.”

One of his arms snaked around your being to lightly grasp your left hand, earning a surprised gasp from you as something foreign was brushed against your skin, blinking in awe as his calloused hand raised it to reveal a ring now resting on the digit between the pinky and middle.

It shone brightly even in the minimal light, gently hugging your finger which was faintly visible from between the interwoven vines. An eye similar to the one on his slate sat in its center with a piece of Luminous Stone within its iris while a diamond droplet dangled beneath that was its tear. It covered most of the space between your knuckle down to where the finger met the hand, the vines intricately braided with care that must have taken several hours to get just one in the right position.

“Unlike that…fake…this is true silver sprinkled with dragon scale dust and a diamond. The metal of the accessory was the only purest property and redeeming quality.”

Your eyes widened. “Link, I didn’t care if it—”

“I did.” The palm of his hand coaxed your head to turn to face him, finding his azure gaze to be warmer than the crackling flames and an unreadable expression upon his face. He bent at the neck so your temple met his. Puzzle pieces put themselves together as he mentioned that Fugo was apprentice to the blacksmith in Goron Village; the ring was what they had been working on! “You deserve more than it was worth, (Y/n), but the ring is what I could manage so you would have something more worthy.” One of his brows rose when you failed to offer anymore objection then found out the reason with a tilt of his head.

His pants had been repaired quickly enough, tunic a whole different story, and though he possessed multiple different outfits the Hylian Champion opted to remain without upper clothing tonight. A strange sense of pride filled him when your breathing quickened. There, just faintly visible due to the way your hair had been styled thanks to the Koroks, he could see a pulse point moving faster than normal.

A bright blush was across your cheeks, eyes practically feasting every inch of his exposed upper torso.

You weren’t looking so bad yourself though. Cloth had been replaced by large durable leafs then carefully tailored to your figure, allowing every feminine curve or dip to be accentuated. Internal appreciation was given when the neckline of your bodice, which was lower than anything you’ve worn until now, revealed fair skin untouched by sunlight and beginnings of shapely mounds.

Heat was steadily growing within your cores as azure met your gaze. The hand still holding your own interlaced weapon worn fingers with yours, easing your body to turn in his direction courtesy of the tilt of his own. Deep within the depths of your gaze rose something that he himself was beginning to feel the more he was within your presence. As if the goddess herself was encouraging him to explore this new feeling, your gaze drifted down to his mouth, a slender tongue slipping out to moisten your lips.

An invitation if he ever saw one.

Smelling of wildflowers, a blend of Silent Princesses and Armoranth, a few smaller blooms interwoven into your hair that threatened to entice one closer once within the vicinity around you. They were unnecessary, in his opinion, as they paled in comparison to the natural scent of you. It still haunted him at night when awake during watch while you slept mere feet away.

And now that you were this close, just a breath away, it was raging attacks upon his senses with each breath you exhaled.

“You say that I stole your first kiss,” he whispered, the husky tone within his voice causing you to shudder slightly and his heart to clench in response, the idle hand of his falling to rest on your thigh and earn a catch of your breath, “however I do not deem it or the congratulatory one earlier worthy of that title…”

The lids of your eyes, and his, slid closed in unison, hearts hammering with suspense—

“Perhaps you should reconsider the location of which you share such intimacy.”

Begrudgingly, the two of you separated at the Great Deku Tree’s wise spoken words, finding quite the assembly of Koroks gathered as if to watch.

Ignore them, a voice whispered within his ear that sounded oddly familiar as he watched you converse with the small spirits, you shouldn’t care about anyone who is of no importance.

A twitch appeared within his blonde brow. Having all that time with just himself left the past personas of heroes gone by plenty of opportunities to engage the blonde swordsman. Needless to say, there were few moments of true silence.

You’ve been separated for days, according to the tree. Healing without you at her side from poisoning must have been difficult. While you were off focusing upon strengthening the Master Sword, you neglected her needs and left the forest dwellers to fill your empty place.

Deep within his heart rose an ache as the image of you fighting against lingering affects with tears in your eyes filled his head. Had you been able to rest at all? Surely the Koroks had been capable of bestowing some sort of comfort for you in his absence.

What he recognized as Time’s pressured presence rose, as if preparing to drive away Nox, but Twi’s animalistic growls made the aged being pause. The armor clad hero warned that they should not meddle in Link’s life anymore than they already have, that he should be the one to decide such matters this sensitive, while the other two pushed that their predecessor shouldn’t be a coward any longer by confessing his inward feelings for the companion at his side. Sky kept Sea Song from interfering as they seemed to wait for Link’s chosen action.

“Link?” You lightly tapped his shoulder, the breath stalling when seeing commitment enter his gaze as it met yours.

Calloused fingers found yours, entwining them together, then using them to encourage you to stand. Come, they said with a squeeze, walk with me. Though he didn’t leave you room to object following him was something you’d gladly do without prompting. Relaxed silence filled the space between you two as he led past each Korok who attempted to convince you to play a game. They were quick to disperse when seeing the swordsman’s gaze fixate them with warning looks. He would never harm them…at least not intentionally.

It wasn’t until he began climbing that you debated upon questioning his actions. Why would he lead you to the Deku Tree’s back then encourage you upwards? Wasn’t it going to make the deity upset?

A light tug on your hand redirected your gaze to find Link waiting patiently for you to decide on following.

All you had to do was give a sign or indication and he’d return you to the Koroks. There had to be a good reason for him leading you this far so curiosity made you want to follow. Trust though was what compelled your body to move forward, accepting his assistance while maneuvering through the branches.

Up and up the two of you climbed until he settled you upon a branch oddly shaped like a swing just big enough for the two of you, settling to your right with a content exhale. The twinkling stars high above your heads captured your attention, effectively giving him a moment to quiet each persona who made to spur him onwards by means of an internal glare, then fixated upon your awestruck face.

This was something he wasn’t familiar with. Emotions alone were near foreign languages but pair them with actions relating to them left him at a near complete loss. How did most people handle these feelings?

Sensing conflict, your gaze wandered until meeting his shadowed own. Whatever was bothering him must be heavy. What could you do to help him? “I don’t know what’s on your mind,” you began with a voice barely above a whisper so as not to ruin the ambiance created from flickering fireflies mimicking the stars dancing upon the night’s breeze, “but I’ll listen if you…”

His lips brushing against your own stole away the rest of your sentence. Heat threatened to rise within his cheeks when you squeaked softly, retreating when your shoulders haunched. He hadn’t expected your head to turn in his direction, being so lost within his thoughts that he’d failed to notice your cheek not being in its original position.

Internally the personas were as shocked as he was when your widened eyes blinked rapidly for several seconds. They did, however, praise the hero for his action when you sputtered wordlessly. Amusement and approval of the events turned to bewilderment when your bottom lip quivered.

“Not good enough.”

Blonde brows rose when your palms met his face, nearly smooshing it, then felt heat pool into his core when your lips made to meet his own only for them to instead meet the sensitive skin of his neck courtesy of the breeze suddenly becoming a gust.

You were mortified by the sudden push of invisible hands which definitely belonged to a Korok. Adrenaline began to race through your veins when hearing what had to be the ghost of a moan sound from the man’s chest now pressed against your own. A similar sound, though a different timbre, rose up your throat when lips met your own neck the second you’d pulled away far enough for him to reach.

A thrill slid down your spine when his large hands drew you closer, the tip of his nose encouraging your head to tilt in his direction courtesy of a nuzzle, hooded azure meeting your clouded gaze. There was no doubt within your mind. This was what you wanted. Like curtains obscuring a window, your eyes slid closed as he began to cross the remaining space.

Near audible choruses of disappointment sounded when, thanks to an overly excited Korok who had been watching took action to push the warrior faster, sounded when the two of you tumbled off the branch to land in the spring with twin splashes. Personas within the warrior debated upon rallying against the now cowering spirit until finding the two of you sharing smiles at the absurd turn of events. They simmered when watching you playfully splash Link, resulting in a full on water fight.

There were surely to be more opportunities in the future.

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A/N: Nightshade is actually a very serious poison so I decided to go with its meaning here since she (reader) didn’t cook it; which worked in the way I intended.

Pt 1: Blood Moon Encounter

Pt 2: Distant Howls

Pt 3: Identities Unknown

Pt 4: Rupee Struggles

Pt 5: Between a Rock and a Wet Place

Pt 7: Hotter Than Lava 🔥

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