Happy 300 followers!! 🥳 first of all, I would like you to know that every single time I have sent you an ask, you have been so sweet!! You give off such good vibes! 💚 and your writing??? Omg?? It is SO GOOD like *chef's kiss* lol you're one of my favorite zelink writers, a treasure to this fandom, and you deserve many more followers!! Now, if I may 😂 I have this idea living in my mind rent free for ages: how about some zelink, modern AU, famous actor or singer!Link heavily flirting with hyrule's princess on live television. I hope it is not too specific? 😅
DO YOU KNOW WHO'S THE WORST? ME! I had this half done forever and then that's when I conveniently hit my writer's block! BUT I FINISHED IT! It's not quite what I had initially envisioned, but I wanted to make sure I got this done while my brain was working !! THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT AND i"M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG
Also on AO3 if that's easier to read! (Some suggestive themes ahead but nothing crazy)
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There was a moment when the jacuzzi jet stream hit Link’s sore muscles just the right way that he let out a sigh and sank deeper into the warm bathtub. Suds covered his mouth, and he blew them away with a small huff and ran his hands through his scraggly hair.
It was his first night actually at the hotel in… gods, it had to be a week. Night shoots and hours of being on set had left him exhausted, sleeping in his trailer, staying at friend’s rooms who were closer to the studio where they filmed The Twilight Realm, a popular television show that he was the male lead in.
If it weren’t a safety hazard, he’d have fallen asleep right in this bathtub.
Still, he couldn’t escape. His mind wasn’t blissfully empty; it was filled with pages after pages of memorized lines from his script. His ears still rang with the explosions from their pyro work on an exploding bridge today. His eyes burned from exhaustion and smoke and lights.
And still, tomorrow, he had a charity gala to attend.
A long yawn escaped him, and he grabbed the bath pillow and a glass of wine from the closed toilet seat and leaned back, trying to de-stress.
But it was a little difficult when that charity gala would be attended by none other than the Princess Zelda of Hyrule herself.
With a rueful look at his wine, he set the glass by the sink, tossed the pillow out of reach, and forced himself up, watching the water spiral down the drain almost hypnotically.
Only when it was all gone did he towel off, and throw himself onto the bed, passing out before he could even pull the comforter up.
The next thing he heard was a voice.
“Link, let’s go you’re going to be— OH! Link! What?”
His eyes creeped open at the familiar shriek of his best friend and cast mate, Midna. She flipped her red hair over her shoulder and pulled a pillow from under his head, letting him fall with a thud, before firmly setting the pillow on his lower waist. “I didn’t need to see this.”
“What? What’s even happening?”
“Do you know how late you are?” Midna chided, grabbing one of his suits off the hanger. “Get dressed.”
Finally, his eyes blinked open and he saw Midna leaving the room in a shimmering black gown.
A black gown.
The gala.
“Shit!” Link hissed, tossing the pillow off of him. There was a draft, and he chuckled seeing that in his exhaustion, he’d forgotten to put anything on. “Sorry, Mid!”
“Yeah, not like I haven’t seen your dumb ass before on set!”
Link slid a pair of sweatpants on so he could cross the room to return to the bathroom. Midna was pounding on his couch on her phone.
“Well,” Link scoffed. “It’s less embarrassing when I’m wearing a modesty sock, so I’m still sorry.”
“Accepted,” she sighed wearily.
Midna and Link had gone on one date before realizing their chemistry was solely on set and as friends, and since the popularity of the The Twilight Realm blew up to extreme proportions in season 2, he was so grateful to have Midna with him every step of the way. Even now, while filming season 4, the level of fame he had was still so wild to him. Grocery shopping in peace was a thing of the past and it was all online orders and deliveries if he wanted to have a day without feeling the flash of a camera in his eyes.
Link cleaned his face in the sink a bit haphazardly, leaving red marks everywhere before sighing at his reflection. Baggy circles under his eyes, tousled hair. He looked a wreck. But still, he brushed his teeth and returned to his room, dutifully donning the pressed suit and expertly knotting his tie before combing his hair out. In the limo would be their stylists to fix their hair and makeup before the red carpet, so he left it as it was.
“Look okay?” Link asked, coming out of his room with his arms wide to show his outfit off.
“Yes, sure, you look great. Come on, Beedle texted. They’re waiting outside.”
“Alright,” he muttered, fixing his cuffs as he grabbed his things back off the table. Nothing was ever put away. Nothing ever had to be. It wasn’t like he’d stay here long before needing to go to a new filming location anyway.
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Flashing lights, bulbs so bright his vision became tinged with blinding stars blocking out his vision.
He was used to this. It was hardly his first red carpet, and with his hand firmly against the skin of Midna’s back, he felt grounded, despite his lagging tiredness and barely functioning mind.
Face slack so he wouldn’t strain his jaw from smiling, he posed as perfectly as he’d been taught. His hair flipped in the way that had the internet swooning. He tilted his head in the way that won him “Sexiest Man in Hyrule” two years in a row.
He played yet another part of his to absolute perfection.
Little did they know that the famous actor struggled with back pain, crowds, and—thanks to the list of his ‘accolades’— several self-conscious body image issues.
At the table, food was served, and he politely excused himself when he’d finished the two vegetable portions from the food that was on his approved diet plan for his role on The Twilight Realm, and instead took his checkbook around, dropping checks off to a few people that he and his financial adviser had already written out in advance.
It was all so… normal.
When the plates were cleared away, he grabbed a merlot off a passing tray and skulked to the corner.
“Did you eat enough to drink that?” Midna asked, leaning beside him.
Link shrugged and took another sip. He had, but he certainly couldn’t wait to go back to the hotel and order something he actually could eat.
“See the Princess?” he asked, watching the blonde Princess Zelda of Hyrule daintily savoring a glass from her table, surrounded by armed guards and looking about as miserable as he felt.
“I do see her. No photography allowed in here,”she muttered, watching Zelda set her glass down to stand and wander, trailed by her guards. “How the facades fall when the public stops watching.”
“They’re always watching,” he scoffed, looking around to see a set of eyes of a gossiping group watching him and Midna as they conversed. Anxiously, he took a swig of the remainder of his drink and set it down, already looking for another.
The need to drop his mask for just a moment overwhelmed him, and he gave Midna a kiss on the cheek. “I need air. You okay if I ditch for a bit?”
“Oh, of course. Go! I have mingling to do anyway!”
“Thanks. You’re the best.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.”
He winked before undoing the buttons on his tux and heading into the hallway. Security nodded at him as he passed, and he carefully moved past another set of suits who stood at the door to the terrace.
It was surprisingly empty. He expected it to be filled with any guests needing an escape or air, but he paid it no mind, preferring the quiet solitude he was so often denied as opposed to idle chatter.
With a relieved sigh, he threw himself down onto one of the outdoor sofas near a maintained firepit and groaned, closing his eyes in relief.
“Oh!”
“Shit!” he hissed, sitting up with a speed that would have called for a stunt double. Especially when his leg knocked against the flames of the fire, warming him with a far-too-close call, but nothing else. He swore before hopping away, brushing at his pant leg, looking up to see the last person he expected.
Princess Zelda of Hyrule.
His eyes bugged out. He’d just sworn and nearly fell into a fire in front of the princess.
Idiot.
Bowing low, he tried to shake off his nerves. “Princess!”
And then he saw her. Princess Zelda of Hyrule was watching him with a surprised look on her face from just behind a pillar where she leaned out against a railing. Her gown was long, the train was gorgeous. The embellishments alone cost more than Link’s paycheck, and he was well-paid. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, still neatly styled with pins in an effortless look that had probably taken an hour. And her eyes; verdant greens alight with curiosity had him rapt immediately. The cameras really did lie: she was far more gorgeous up close and in person, and she was already beautiful on tv.
“I-I’m sorry, I thought I was alone out here,” he managed, rising from his bow just enough to catch the hint of a smile touch her lips before it disappeared almost naturally.
“How did you get past my bodyguards?”
“Your…?” he looked behind him, confused. “I…”
“Nevermind, it’s okay.” Her brows peaked. “Oh! You’re Link Faron! Wow! Um, hello! It’s nice to meet you.”
Shaking his head, it was almost unfathomable that the princess knew who he was. Not unreasonable, given the show’s popularity, but it was hard to wrap his head around. “No, the pleasure is all mine, Princess.”
“The Twilight Realm is one of my favorite shows. I’m… just a little star-struck.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, that, Into the Wild and—”
She cut herself off, her face flushing a bright red as she covered her mouth with a delicate hand, attempting covertness but failing.
“And?”
Her eyes glistened as she turned her head towards him, watching his deliberate steps. She'd already outed herself as a fan of not only him, but two shows when he'd showed everything off. His own face was red as he waited.
"The Bodyguard."
He bit his lip as he tried not to chuckle. A more serious role... where he'd fallen in love with the Princess he was protecting. A limited series with more sex scenes than the four seasons of Into the Wild combined.
"Our Princess has a type of show, it seems."
"And you have a type of role. It's not my fault you're a good actor."
He snorted, leaning beside her. "They don't hire me for my skill. They hire me for my ass."
"Well, who can blame them on that front at least," she muttered.
And then, eyes bugged once again, she clasped her hand over her mouth.
Link beamed at her, embarrassment and humor sending him onto a high. "Oh?"
"You'd think years of practice would afford me some grace, but I've simply fallen apart in the mere presence of you," Zelda laughed anxiously. "My apologies for that comment. It was crass and simply slipped from my tongue before I could stop myself!"
Link ran a hand through his hair and focused on her shoulder. A fine spattering of freckles caught his eye for far longer than he'd intended it to before it drifted to the strap that thinly drew more attention. And it was red. A pop of color that matched her lips, which he was dying in his attempts to avoid looking. "It's okay. I'm quite comfortable with the topic at this point. It's the modesty sock conversations that will still make me blush."
Zelda's brow scrunched, and he regretted his words immediately. Gods, had he just brought that up to the Princess?
And then, it got worse.
"A what? Socks?"
He licked dry lips. "Oh, just... it's... it's kind of like a sock that you use... to... well... it's... it's not a sock. But you use it for... modesty." He glanced at her confusion and tugged on his bowtie to loosen it. "You put it on during sex scenes and nude scenes."
Zelda's eyes, for the third time, widened. "Oh! Oh, gods, I didn't know!"
"Did you just think we wandered around bare-assed, hanging out?"
"Yes!" she laughed, running her hands through her hair. "I always just thought you were very confident in yourself."
"Hardly!"
"Really?" she asked skeptically. "With the way you look?"
"Would you strut around set with nothing on, Princess? For one as gorgeous as yourself, it would surely be easy."
Gods and godesses, why would he put that image in his mind. Why would he say that to a royal? What creature was possessing him?
"Mr. Faron--"
"Link."
"Link," she smirked, "You're far more amusing than you let on in pictures and interviews."
"Far more nervous, Princess. When I've imagined speaking to you, it was never about my full frontal nudity clause."
"Please, Zelda is fine. We've reached a level of personal conversation, at this point, that I believe you're allowed my first name. And for that matter, you think of me often?"
He let himself relax a bit. There was a comfort in knowing that the Princess of Hyrule was willing to flirt with him, even knowing what a wreck he was. He was able to pull from his stores of acting skills to play it cool, leaning against the railing a bit, stretching out. Reveling in her eyes taking a spin along him. It gave him a moment to swallow his nerves.
"Who hasn't thought of the Princess?"
"And who hasn't thought of Link Faron?"
"You?"
Zelda scoffed. "Oh, please! We've already accidentally established that you're my celebrity crush. How much more obvious could I get?"
"For what it's worth, Zelda, you've always been mine." He relished her name on his tongue, and couldn't stop himself from letting his knuckles graze against her skin as he pushed a piece of golden hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger and touch for far too long.
"I'm sorry," he said, stepping away. "I've taken up your private time with far too much self indulgence. I'll let you go."
"Wait!" she said, grabbing his hand. "I'm enjoying your presence, unlike all the donation seekers in there. Stay."
"Is that a command?"
For a moment, she considered, and a wry smile worked over her face as she watched him already inching back towards her. "Yes."
"Then how am I to disobey?"
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Link hadn't even had time to register the light through his window when Midna threw herself onto him, whacking his arm excitedly.
He sprung up, looking around frantically. "What?!"
"You dog!"
"What?"
"Gods, you sleep in too often! Get up!"
He barely blinked in time to see her ponytail bobbing on her head, her sweatpants and sweatshirt hanging loosely over her. Exactly the opposite of the glamor she donned the night before.
Link grumbled, rolling out of bed in his boxers, rubbing at his eyes as he followed her to see what the fuss was about so he could roll back into bed.
"--and the Princess were seen getting extremely close last night. In exclusive footage, we can see 'The Twilight Realm' actor putting his skills to work on our future monarch, seducing her as much as she seemed to entrance him. Was it wine? Or do we have a new royal wedding to look forward to?"
The clip of him and Princess Zelda by the fire, him pushing her hair behind her hair, them laughing, even later in the evening when she'd grabbed his hand and he hadn't pulled away, and later when they'd moved to sit closer to the firepit and he'd given her his jacket. All of it aired.
"Oh, shit. They didn't get..."
He trailed off as the next clip was Zelda's tender goodbye kiss on his cheek hours later.
"Shit."
Midna watched him sit down, numb. "Link, can you call your girlfriend?"
His phone rang on cue. His agent.
Link toyed with the phone, his eyes on the screen watching the clip replay of her kiss. He could still feel the phantom tenderness of her lips on his cheek, hear the ring of her laugh, the lines of her discontentment on her forehead as they talked about their interests, their lives.
And he realized that, regardless of what he was about to hear, he regretted none of it.
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