#KOHGA NOT GETTING A SPEAKING ROLL

[gensnix]

Why master Kohga can and should come back into a later dlc for totk

We all know about how important character's are introduced in both botw and totk right

With Link's companions it shows a small explanation of who they are under their names but with villans it's the opposite

And you know who else has there lil explanation below their name

Why none other than the great master Kohga of course!

Maybe having him be on our side could explain some things about the shekia tech being absent or why he thinks being on Ganondorf's side is a good thing and bring back the lore of shekia turning on the royals

So please nintendo let the man be something great in a future dlc I will pay you to do that

[minty-mumbles]

FOTW #4 - Irises in the Snow

Welcome to the Fourth installment of Fanfic of the Week, a somewhat weekly series where I talk about a fic I've read and why I adore it!

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Rating: Teen

Author’s Summary: The youngest in Kakariko knows not to go near the fairy rings or follow the lights, but Malon didn’t grow up in Kakariko. She grew up on rolling plains dotted with marigolds, and the flowers remind her of home, so she bends down to pick some up.

"What are you doing, Miss...?" someone asks.

In other words, Malon meets a fae in the woods

Content Warnings: None so far, I think, but it looks like it might get a little bit darker before it’s finished.

Word Count: ~10k - Work in Progress, updates frequently

My Notes: HHGHHMGGH I love this fic!

First off, I very rarely see fics that are focused on Malon and from her point of view, and honestly, I think that’s a crime. She deserves more love and attention. Thankfully, It seems that she’s getting that from Time and the rest of the chain.

The aspect of this fic that focuses on her relationship with Time is so gd cute. (He gave her his cloak!! The bracelet!! Please, I am drowning in the fluff.) Protective Time!!! The way Twilight knows to go get him after that confrontation at Malon's house! Anyways, petition for Time to rain righteous retribution on Kohga’s head. Or for Malon to punch him in the face again. That would work too!

Speaking of protective characters- the way the older teens were ready to throw down when they came to find the four younger ones in chapter two. And then they see Malon, and they just go “Okay, this is acceptable.” I can imagine the rest of the boys pestering Time about his new “friend” later. All of them playing matchmaker was so cute too. It’s like they went: “Okay, we have to help him, the old man has no game.”

Also, the chain being family! It’s not stated if they’re all adopted, or biologically his kids, or whatever. (Other than Wind and Hyrule, who were saved from the Summer courts.) But I like that. Because it doesn't matter. They are acknowledged as his kids either way. The others are literally just straight up called Time’s sons, and Malon recognizes them as such. (The part where she says “You’ve raised some fine sons.” When I tell you I was wailing)

I like that you made Wind and Hyrule younger, around 10-12ish, I think. Younger than people usually make them. I don’t know if there’s going to be a reason for that, but it’s a nice touch.

P.S. I hate Kohga, he’s a slime ball. >:(

[russieraholic]

A section of dialogue from Hyrule’s Disquieting Regime, chapter 2. Full disclaimer that I started writing chapter 2 before chapter 1 because I’m unsure of how to open the story.

Chapter 2 focuses on establishing the Yiga Clan and what they stand for/how things are going for them.

This is just a tidbit that I wrote last night because I was feeling down about something that I saw, and wrote out what I would tell myself.

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“Something’s on your mind, Andy. Ya ain’t putting any effort in. Sparring is when we’re both giving it our all.” Kohga frowned.

“What if I don’t want to give it my all anymore? I’m so tired and feel like our efforts are going nowhere.” The young man sighed.

“I know it ain’t a cake walk, but ya gotta endure, kiddo. All of us do. We gotta keep ourselves together long enough to see the changes we’re fighting for come to fruition.” Kohga advised, sheathing his Demon Carver in its holster.

“But how?! It feels like… every time I go out traveling with the guys, I hear more and more of the public’s horrible prejudices!” Anderson protested, digging his spear into the dry earth.

“Just yesterday we were walking back home through the Canyon Pass, and we passed by a group of common travelers. They were talking so casually about how they hated “those harlotry gay Yiga”. How can they speak of us in such vile ways so casually?!”

Kohga placed a firm, yet reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder. “I’ve seen it all, champ. I know how hard it is. We’re easy to hate and pin blame on after all, we’re a group composed of outcasts, anarchists, and minorities. Ya think it’s gonna make a difference if we all just give up and let their words under our hides?”

“No… but I just want to be given a fair shot, for once.” Andy moped, lightly displaying a pebble with his foot.

“Why? To make things easier? If things were to ease up only temporarily, we’d all become complacent and careless. Only to be struck down at our weakest. Captain Sonii has a point, ya know, when she says that iron sharpens iron. In order to rise above what holds us back, we gotta become stronger ourselves, rather than trying to whittle the other side down.”

“Captain Sonii? Leader of The Shiekah Marine Embassy? Why would you be quoting anything from her and her sinister crew?”

“Hey, I know we Yiga ain’t on great terms with them, but those ladies are just like us. Cast out for being homosexual, or an ‘undesirable race’ and that shit. And we have a common enemy, the Royal Family. Who I feel is getting impatient.”

“Then why are we not fighting the royals already?”

“Because anyone can fight, but only one side is gonna come out victorious if we start scrapping here and now. We’re only becoming stronger in order to stand our ground. It’s their job to be the instigators, and we ain’t stooping to the same level as them. They’re looking for a fight, and letting their hatred fuel them. If they see us start to lash out, they’ll come back for more. And worse yet, they’ll have a somewhat valid reason to pin blame on us.”

“I never understood why they enjoy conflict and terrorizing others… but I know I’m not the first to wonder that.”

“That sure is right, kiddo. I dunno either. Maybe they’re adrenaline junkies, who can say for sure?” Kohga joked, dislodging Andy’s Thunderspear from the ground and tossing it to him.

“Your guess is as good as mine, at this point.” The young man chuckled, catching his weapon and fitting it in its sheath.

“Alright, I think that’s enough sparring for today. I know what’ll cheer ya up. The fishing guild just brought back a big haul of fresh porgy. Nigiri night?” Kohga playfully suggested.

“Tch, you already know I can’t say no to that.” Anderson smirked, letting some of the tension in his shoulders roll off.

“Geheheh! Called it!”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Have you ever thought about the concept of fattening kink?

Something like sooga enjoying master kohga's big belly and trying to encourage him to eat more, sounds like a curious concept to me.

(Sorry for my generic translator English).

(Your Google translate is totally fine!)

I've done that before, I think. But hey, let's do it again, why not?

"That will be all for now, thank you."

Kohga was feeling rather...sad, as of late. Kohga couldn't pin it, and unfortunately neither could Sooga. His Master was so upset, he refused to eat any food made for him at the clan. So Sooga decided to take him out to a rather fancy place for dinner, hoping the plentiful alcohol and the unique food would get him out of his funk. Sooga rented out the entire area at this restaurant, so Kohga could have his space. Sooga looked over at the spread, and watched as Kohga seemed disinterested in all of it.

"Master, Please, eat."

"I'm just. Not hungry, Sooga."

"You haven't eaten all day. What ails you? I've never seen your appetite so weak."

Kohga sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

"I...was thinking about my dad the other day. And...well. Keep this between you and me, yeah?"

"Of course."

"I'm thinking-am I as good as he was, being a leader? I feel so...small, compared to the legacy he left behind. Even Cil talks about how great he was."

Sooga nodded, pouring him a cup of tea as he spoke. He sweetened it to his liking, adding a sweet roll to it, and pushing it to his master, hoping he'd finally eat.

"I do not know anything of the original Kohga. So I cannot attest to his skills or his ideals. I can only speak of what I know, and that you are not your father's shadow. You are you. You are a GLORIOUS leader, and we respect and admire you. The one thing you aren't, is small."

Kohga actually sat there and thought about it. Sooga's heart swelled, seeing Kohga pick up his tea, and take a sip.

"I'm...not small, am I?"

"Not at all. You're a big, strong man. And big men do need to eat, so..."

He gestured to the food, and for once, Kohga smiled today.

"Ah alright, alright. Only because I hate wasting food. Give it here."

First it was the sweet roll. Sooga watched in glee as he stuffed it in his mouth, relishing the flavor. Then another roll, then another, then another. Before he knew it, the whole tray was gone. It was rather impressive, and Sooga pushed another tray of food to him.

"Please, eat your fill. I insist."

Then, the fried rice. A healthy bowl of it, full of egg and vegetable and fluffy rice, Kohga tucked in. He didn't offer any to Sooga, and he didn't mind. This was all Kohga's. Sooga thought the warmth inside him was joy over his Master being in much higher spirits, but he realized it was...different. It was fascination. It was want. His own type of hunger.

"Ugh, my god, this rice is fucking good. Before we go, get the recipe, I want more of this back home."

"Yes, Master."

He finished the bowl by himself, and Sooga took the bowl away from him, putting it to the side. He needed to focus on eating, afterall. And did Kohga eat. He ate steamed vegetables, stuffed pork, beef dumplings, sweet bread, honeyed fruit on ice cream. And he kept, on, eating.

"Please, eat more. You need it."

Sooga didn't know why, but he HAD to keep feeding him. He had to keep watching as the plates emptied, as Kohga started to slow, he still kept going. His belly looked so full, stuffed with all the food he knew his master deserved. Kohga eventually started to slow, finally feeling full.

"Ugh. Think imma tap out, Sooga."

But there was so much food left to eat. He couldn't waste it all. Sooga picked up a bowl, holding the food for him.

"Please, eat just a bit more. All of this was made for you, and you deserve it."

Kohga patted his full belly, before sighing.

"Alright, a bit more."

Sooga fed him the creamy piece of chicken, making sure to give him the mushrooms that came with it. He took his time, watching as his Master consumed and consumed more and more. It was lovely, it was fascinating.

"Good job-you finished that bowl too. Take a drink of your tea."

Sooga looked at the big pile of dishes at the table. His Master just ate so much fatty, salty, indulgent food, and he deserved it. Kohga took a sip of his tea, seemingly in relief. Sooga looked at him as he reached for another bowl of food. His belly was so big, so round and full and content. Fuck.

"You have one more bowl, Master Kohga."

"Ugh, you eat it. I'm full."

"But this is all for you. You're entitled to it, you deserve it. Please. One more."

Kohga looked over at the bowl. It was small, but it was the cutest one ever-full of little chocolate cakes, topped with cream. Kohga's hand rubbed at his bloated belly, and he didn't look interested. But he was such a strong man. He sighed.

"Alright, give it here."

"Please, allow me. You need to save your strength."

Kohga didn't want to fight him on it. He sighed, and let himself be fed. Dark, deep chocolate, light, creamy whipped cream was pushed past his lips, over and over, and he was so greedy, he even licked Sooga's fingers clean. Sooga didn't know why, but he was absolutely throbbing, watching such a display of gluttony.

"And there we go, last one. You ate everything."

The table was cleared. Kohga tossed his head back as he groaned in relief. And Sooga couldn't stop looking at his absolutely stuffed gut. He looked so happy, so satisfied.

"Ugh. I sure as shit don't feel small anymore."

"See? I knew you'd feel better. You just needed to eat. How are you feeling? Do you need anything else? I saw how much you liked that chicken, I can ask them to get you more. Sweet rolls, maybe?"

Kohga chuckled, shaking his head.

"Sooga, I just ate enough to feed a village- think I've eaten enough."

Sooga sat up, reaching to cup Kohga's face in his hand, and one hand on that big, warm tummy.

"You eat until you're full. I just want you to have what you need, my Master."

He didn't let Kohga talk, for favor of kissing him. Again, and again, hands gripping into the warm, fat flesh.

Something told Kohga he could handle a bit more stuffing.

[hyrule-kingdom-updates]

Zavis gave a yelp as Misko jabbed his chest with a gloved hand, his body swaying like a swing set. 

"Alright. Well suppose my monetary, and, or, practical gain is not as fruitful as you claim. What exactly is it that you have to gain from all this, Yiga? Say I return these powerful items, and they are used to defeat the Calamity. Is that not what the Yiga don't want?

Zavis craned his head as much as he could in his upside-down state.

"I'm not a true Yiga, so their wants aren't mine."

Something sparked in Misko’s eye, and he smiled a toothy grin.

"Ah, I see. You are a little spy, then? Explains why Lady Impa tolerated you. Would have never thought Her Majesty would have such...unusual company...”

Misko swiped Zavis’ glasses, plopping himself on the ground and pretending to be preoccupied with cleaning them with a silk handkerchief from his pants pocket. As he sat, legs crossed, in the grass, Zavis spotted the assorted leather pouches across the belt around his shoulder and waist.

While most of his attire was rugged and inconspicuous, a shining rapier in its glistening scabbard was attached by his left hip. Its subtle green accents on the sheathe and pommel even seemed to glow slightly in the shadow of Misko’s dark cloak. It was quite longer than your average sword, even more than the Master Sword. Did he really move around such a weapon one handed? Perhaps it was lighter than it appeared...

“So you wear the colors of false ambitions...Goals not your own...” Misko said, as he inspected a crack on the lens. “To disguise yourself in the intentions of others, and to not be corrupted or swayed...I must assume you are stronger than most in protecting your true values, whatever they may be...”

Zavis raised (or perhaps in true orientation, lowered) an eyebrow. “‘Values?’ Well it’s not as mysterious as you make it out to be. I value my life, and my friends’ and families’ lives. I don’t want everyone to...you know. Die.”

“Is that not what all sides are already doing?”

Misko didn’t look up as he popped one of the lenses out from the round the pair of glasses. He fished around in one of his pouches, apparently having a handful of different other lenses on hand.

“King Rhoam pushes for his daughter’s sacred power by any means in order to save his people. Master Kohga and the Prophet of Doom serve Lord Ganon to spare their own people from demise. Your own queen rejects the perfect gods, and instead clings to the powers of flawed souls to achieve a perfect ending for her companions. No, I’m afraid your answer is not unique, Mr. Asu.”

Zavis blinked, wondering if it was possible to hear the frown in someone’s voice.

Misko held up the glasses to the sky, inspecting them beside the other lenses he had on hand, trying to find a match. Green sunlight filtered through the trees, and for a moment, Zavis found it illuminated a strange set of...bowls? A set of something hanging out by the backside of Misko’s belt. The sunlight left and it was obscured in the cloak’s shadow once more. Truly a strange thief...

Zavis sighed, having a hard time maintaining eye contact with the blood rushing to his head.

“So what do you want?”

“I want you to enlighten me.” Misko said, matter-a-factly. “You want my treasures? You must convince me. In the world of thieves, it’s all about the value of the trade.”

Zavis squinted.

“So...you want my glasses?”

Misko clicked his tongue and shook his head with a sigh. However, it was cut off as he breathed an excited “Oh!”

His eyes lit up, the color of a glowing ocean as the sun sinks into the west. One of the lenses in his collection clicked into place in the red frames. Misko tossed the old, cracked lens into the brush behind him. He then tucked the fixed glasses into the tangle of Zavis’ hair.

“Now, Zavis, I do not want anything as silly as a pair of vision aiding glasses. I’m possess excellent sight, as well as being an excellent sight.” He winked, playfully.

“However, you possess something of great...shall we say personal value, that I think most people take for granted. From what I surmise, you can’t even comprehend its existence, even though you know it well.”

Zavis withheld his groan. Great! This guy speaks in riddles. But as he rolled his eyes, Misko suddenly leaned closer, refusing to break their gaze.

“A thief takes what isn’t theirs, what others possess, but what they themselves desire. That desire turns to purpose, and that purpose turns to skill. A thief’s treasures are, as such, the culmination and representation of their skill.

“To take said treasure, is to take skill, and thus wither purpose, and thus insult my desire. ‘Your desire is worth nothing. It is worth less than my desire. Thus, I shall trade nothing for it, and take.’ Hypocritical as it may be, there is no greater dishonor than be taken from. There is no greater displeasure than giving treasures for free.”

In a flash, Misko stood and unsheathed his blade, and slice the rope holding Zavis with a flick of his rapier. As the boy toppled to the dirt, Misko’s blade danced in the air in time to balance the red pair of glasses on the sword’s tip, sitting undamaged, unlike Zavis’ face.

Zavis picked his head off the ground. Feeling too unsteady to stand with the blood rushing out of his head, he just grumbled.

“Rupees are worthless to me. As are whatever monetary valuables your rich Asu ass could part with. They are not treasure in the way that these royal items are. I feign to you my explanations about technological abilities, or the practical options of having a little guardian. But in truth, to take from the Queen Zelda is, of itself, greater treasure to me than you will ever know--of reasons we are far from close enough to get into, so I must ask that you respect my privacy.”

Misko remained cheery-eyed and maintained his smile as he pointed the sword between Zavis’ eyes.

“So do you truly wish to make these treasures yours, Yiga Asu?”

Zavis stared up. He locked eyes and nodded.

“Then do you understand what I would want, Zavis? Of what would be of equal value in this trade?”

Zavis lay contemplating, for seemingly an eternity, eyes each providing the corresponding sunrise and sunset for each day, week, and year that his mind mulled over the question.

Finally, he nodded.

“Yes.”

Misko grinned, then lowered the rapier, the glasses sliding into Zavis’ hands.

“Then give it.”

[jinmukangwrites]

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Note: Hey, I'm not here! This is a queued fic! Neat huh! Didn't want to leave you guys completely abandoned so I pre wrote a couple fics for you lovely people to read while I'm gone. I won't be able to see your responses to the fics, but I really hope you guys like these short little stories. Again, love you all, and see you in a few days!!

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"Can I offer you the best product in the world?" The merchant asks and Warrior wants to roll his eyes. He just wanted some Endura Carrots, but this jerk is going to try and wring more money out of him. "I've got a killer sale on Mighty Bananas."

He takes a deep breath. "No thanks, I don't-"

Clang.

He stumbles backwards as two different weapons end up right in front of his face. The merchant has a sharp dagger in his hand and his face is screwed up in anger as Wild blocks the weapon with his own. Warrior can hardly process it and he can only stare with wide eyes and Wild pushes through and shoves the murderous merchant backwards.

"Yiga!" Wild hisses and Warrior has no idea what that means, but the merchant's eyes flash in recognition. "Traitor to the crown!"

That: Warrior gets.

"Traitor you say?" Warrior asks and reaches back for his own weapon, his blood beginning to boil in his own fury. "There's nothing I loathe more than a traitor."

The merchant glares at Warrior and Wild before he suddenly grins and jumps backwards nimbly. There's a flash of red and a tornado of talismans hide his body for just a second before flying away and revealing a completely different thing. It's dressed in a skin tight red suit, a strange mask sits over the face with a warped version of the Sheikah symbol painted on.

The Yiga, Warrior supposes, laughs and launches themselves into the air and pulls out a deadly looking bow. Wild charges past Warrior and straight up hits the Yiga in the stomach with a spear. Warrior too surges forward, knowing instantly that the best way to fight these guys would be to not give them a chance to attack.

The battle doesn't last long, in fact, Warrior probably didn't even have to jump in. Wild makes quick work of knocking and Yiga down out of the air. The Yiga rolls and Warrior jumps forward, about to bring his sword down when Wild suddenly screams at him to stop.

Warrior does and the Yiga groans on the dirt as Wild jumps on it and pins it down. He pulls out a length or rope and begins to bind the hands.

Confused, Warrior slowly lowers his sword and let's Wild work. Soon enough, the Yiga is bound and is being shoved to their feet. "We'll hand him over to the nearest soldier to take to the castle," Wild says, avoiding Warriors eyes.

"Why?" Warrior bursts out and Wild widens his eyes in surprise. "It's just a monster? Why not kill it?"

"What?" Wild asks, his face contorts in shock and confusion as the Yiga groans. "He's not a monster, he's Sheikah."

Now Warrior feels even more confused. Aren't Sheikah people? Hylians? He looks at the Yiga and it slowly dawn on him that… they have just fought an actual person. He reaches forward and rips off the mask covering the Yiga's face and he's met with a human expression. Human eyes. Human hair. A man, he realizes. They were fighting a man.

Wild doesn't just fight monsters in his world, he fights his own kind too.

He feels like he's going to be sick. Sure, Warrior knows that there are plenty of evil people out there, but those people were always witches or corrupted by Ganon's influence. This man? He looks like he belongs on a farm with a lovely partner at home and maybe a few little tykes.

"Don't look at me like that," the Yiga snarls suddenly. "You won this time, but next time you will be defeated. All of you. He turns and glares at Wild. "You may have killed Master Kohga, but we're still strong as ever!"

Warrior feels his heart go still as Wild pales. Killed Master Kohga? Wild has killed someone? An actual person? Before Warrior could ask more into it, Wild's expression shuts down and he shoves the Yiga forward. "Be quiet, traitor."

"Some hero you are, Calamity Ganon will rise again and you will die! Death to the hero!"

Wild gags the Yiga after that.

Eventually, Wild manages to find some patrolling soldiers to hand the Yiga over to and Warrior and Wild start their trek back to the others way later than what they had originally planned.

Wild is quiet besides Warrior and Warrior can't help but wonder about what has been said. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wonder long, because Wild speaks up just a few minutes from camp.

"I used to think they were monsters too," he says quietly and Warrior remains respectfully quiet. "I… killed some of them and didn't think anything about it. I… fought their leader. He died because I used his own powers against him. But… one day I met an ex member, and I realized that the Yiga are all like us, just confused. You can't imagine the… horror I felt when I found out they are like us. I thought they were demons or creatures corrupted by Malice, but they're just like us." His eyes turn to the ground with a deep sadness pooling into his gaze. "Just like us…"

"I understand," Warrior says.

Wild smiles sadly and Warrior cannot be more thankful for his own world that's filled with mostly black and white. Good and Evil. Men and Monsters. Not this in between gray.

"You didn't know," he continues.

Wild gives him a small smile, but Warrior can tell he doesn't look comforted at all. He probably will live with the guilt for the rest of his life.

"I should have," Wild says simply, quietly. Warrior can't find the words to respond.

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Beginning is direct quotes from @linkeduniverse. I used to think the Yiga were monsters and would always get frustrated when they would smoke away instead of letting me kill them. I thought that would be some good angst 💛

[katedoesfics]

Shadows of the Future | Chapter 73

As if in answer to their growing doubts, the ground began to tremble once more. The Champions hurried through the darkness as best as they could to the source of the trembling, but Rusl, however, stayed behind, sensing a watchful presence who he could only assume was Dorian. He turned around, hesitant, as Dorian dropped to the ground behind him. His gaze was fierce as he regarded Rusl. This was it, Rusl thought. This was where his life would end. He always suspected Dorian would be the one to do it. Still, he held his ground. Dorian did not speak, and Rusl sighed.

“Well? Kill me and get it over with.”

“As much as I’d love to,” Dorian started, his voice hard, “you’re not getting off that easily.”

Rusl offered him a crooked smile. “Come on, D,” he said. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“This isn’t over,” Dorian sneered.

“I guess I should thank you for saving our asses.”

“Do you know the risk I took doing that?” His voice raised at Rusl. “Do you know the risks I’ve taken for you?”

Rusl frowned. “I know,” he said softly.

“And yet how do you thank me? By disobeying orders. By running head first into the damn Yiga Clan hideout. For fuck’s sake, Rusl -”

“I know!” Rusl met Dorian’s gaze. “D. I’m… I’m sorry. But I did what I had to do.”

Dorian sighed and pulled his gaze away. “Why can’t you just let me fucking take care of things?” He hesitated. “I promised you I would. You’re not in this alone.”

“I know,” Rusl said softly. “But it’s my problem, not yours. You’re involved with enough as it is. You shouldn’t be -”

“Enough,” Dorian said fiercely. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “For the love of Hylia, Rusl. You are so damn reckless.”

Rusl smiled. “Maybe,” he said. “But only because I know you’ll always pull my ass out of any trouble I get in.”

Dorian met his gaze and Rusl continued.

“And for the record,” Rusl started, his gaze narrowing on Dorian. “I don’t know what kinda shit you’re telling those Sheikah, but I am not your damn bitch. Got it?”

Dorian raised a brow at him. But before he could say anything further, the Champions stepped through the trees. They turned their gazes to them, and Link quickly raised his weapon, his lips pulling into a sneer.

“What is this?” he hissed. “What’s going on?”

“You survived,” Dorian said in a disinterested tone. He turned back to Rusl, but Rusl held his gaze on Link.

“I know you’re not an idiot,” Dorian said calmly. He turned to face them. “You know that won’t do you any good here.”

Link’s gaze hardened as he looked between them. Rusl’s brows furrowed in concern as he watched the emotions fly across his son’s face.

“What is this?” Link growled, forcing himself to remain steady. He turned to glance over his shoulder when he heard Paya’s voice speaking his name in warning. He turned his gaze to his father. Rusl’s expression was hard, but he made no attempt to clear up any of Link’s confusion.

“I’ll make it simple for you,” Dorian said simply. “The lies will do you no good, now. I’m working with the Yiga Clan.”

Except from a small gasp from Paya, the Champions were quiet.

Dorian's voice dropped and he averted his gaze. “I have been for a very long time. Before the lot of you were even thought of.”

“Why?” Paya asked softly. “How... how could you?”

Dorian shook his head. “It wasn't by choice,” he said. “Knowing the legends, they needed someone on the inside to give them an edge in the war. My connection with the Royal Family was just what they needed, and to get me to cooperate, they killed my wife and threatened to take my daughters.”

Rusl met his gaze, his expression softening as he recalled the painful memory Dorian shared with them. He watched as Link lowered his weapon.

“I was to be a spy for the Yiga Clan,” Dorian continued. “But it was because of Impa and your father that my girls were safe. So, I fed them intel on you and Zelda. Most of it false.”

“Most of it?” Urbosa sneered.

“I needed to gain Kohga’s trust,” Dorian said. “And in doing so, I needed to seem like they were getting the edge they needed. But nothing I gave him put any of you in any grave danger. Certainly nothing that you couldn’t handle. I owed that to your father, at least. I had no doubt he would kill me himself if I broke the promise I made to him twenty-six years ago.”

“You didn’t exactly do a good job,” Rusl muttered.

Dorian snarled over his shoulder and gestured to Link with his hand. “He’s still alive, isn’t he?”

Rusl grinned at his friend.

Revali made a disapproving sound. “Uh-uh.  Nope. Don’t buy it. The two of you had murder in your eyes ten years ago.”

“Being a double agent,” Dorian started, “I had to keep a lot of things from a lot of people. Your father included.” Dorian shrugged. “Can’t say I blame him for not trusting me.”

“There’s a lot of distrust between us,” Rusl confirmed with a nod.

“Sounds like a solid friendship,” Daruk muttered.

“I’ve kept true to my word,” Dorian said.

“So far,” Rusl added.

“Like you’re one to talk,” Dorian hissed again over his shoulder.

Rusl raised his hands in the air defensively.

“The shrine is warded,” Dorian said. “And I cannot lift it without raising suspicions. You’re on your own. But know that you cannot simply walk into the Yiga Clan’s hideout.” His gaze hardened. “You and Zelda are to stand down.”

“No way,” Link started, but Dorian interrupted him.

“That is not a request,” he snarled. “That is an order.”

Link narrowed his gaze on the Sheikah. “I don’t take orders from you,” he said. “You can’t make me do shit.”

Dorian made the simple motion of raising his arm, and Link immediately felt paralyzed, unable to move. All he could do was sneer at Dorian.

“Let me go,” he barked.

“You and your father have a bad habit of disobeying orders,” he snarled. “As if my job wasn’t difficult enough. I don’t need you useless sacks of flesh running into your deaths. What you did in there was stupid. You’re as stupid as your damn father.”

Link grinned. “Thank you.”

“That is not a compliment,” he sneered. He turned his gaze to Rusl. “I’m gettin’ real tired of you damn Hylians,” he muttered.

Rusl smiled.

“Oh, you’re real proud, aren’t you?” Dorian snapped. “I should have killed you all when I had the chance. You’ve given me more problems then I needed. And I’m not busting you out of Kohga’s hold again. You and Link will be useless against the Yiga. If I allow anyone to help in this war, it will be restricted to the Champions. They’ll at least have a damn fighting chance.”

“It’s about time someone recognizes our competence,” Revali said.

“And what are you going to do to stop me?” Link hissed.

Dorian grinned. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” He turned to Rusl. “Please don’t make this difficult for me. We never saw each other.” With a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

They fell silent. Rusl turned to Link, his gaze hard. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I told you he’d be fine,” Revali said, rolling his eyes.

“How did you get yourself out of that?” Rusl said, his voice hard.

Link hesitated. “I’m stronger than I look.”

“He turned,” Revali hissed. “He turned and used his stupid dark voodoo magic to get out and kill everything in his path.”

Rusl’s face softened as he studied his son, and Link pulled his gaze away. Once more, they fell silent, until Daruk finally spoke.

“Okay, I’ll say it,” Daruk said. “Can we really trust Dorian?”

Link hesitated. He turned his gaze to his father. His brows furrowed, but Rusl said nothing. He cursed under his breath and pulled his gaze away. “I’ll kill you both if I have to,” he muttered.

Rusl grinned. “I’d like to see you try.”

Link glanced at him, still feeling uneasy, but his gaze narrowed. “Don’t test me,” he hissed.

Rusl took the weapon out of his holster and held it out toward Link. His brows knit together. “Make your choice.”

Link’s gaze moved between his father and the weapon. He desperately wanted to trust his father. “I already have,” he said simply. He turned his gaze to the sky at the distant sound of an engine. It moved quickly overhead where two helicopters moved low over the trees.

“Those are Roham’s,” Rusl said.

At that moment, Revali’s phone rang, and he answered it quickly. “What?” he snapped. His eyes narrowed on Link as he listened. “Now you tell us? It’s a little too late for your warning… What do you mean you didn’t know?... Zelda doesn’t know? Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He ended the call angrily and pointed a finger at Link.

“Dorian tipped Roham off. Told him we’d be here. He’s sending his fucking guys over here to arrest your stupid ass.”

Link’s lips pulled at the corners into a sneer. “Bastard,” he hissed.

“Now what?” Urbosa asked. “Run from the law?”

“You don’t have a choice,” Rusl said. “Move.”

The Champions ran through the forest once more. The helicopters continued to circle overhead, their engines fading in and out as they moved closer and further away, searching for Link. When the Champions neared the edge of the forest, however, they were greeted by Roham’s soldiers, armed and ready. They shouted to the Champions, their weapons raised threateningly as they closed in, stopping them in their tracks.

But the darkness was still pulsing through him, and their ambush only triggered Link to turn once more. No longer self-aware, his body moved automatically, swiftly taking out several of the powerless soldiers with a single pass of his arm. Those that remained standing lunged at him. They fired their weapons, but Link was quicker. He pulled his daggers out and thrust them into the soldiers as they neared, quickly ending their lives.

It was then that Revali sprang into action, darting to Link and shoving his own blade into Link’s side at the same moment. Link staggered and thrust his arm to the side, but Revali was quick to dodge the attack. He appeared at Link’s other side in an instant and threw a punch toward Link. But Link caught Revali’s wrist and twisted, causing his wrist to snap sickeningly before throwing him forcefully into the ground.

Rusl watched in horror as the darkness took over his son, and he hurried to Revali’s aid as he fell to the ground. He drew his weapon, pressing it against Link’s temple in warning, but his body shook and his heart pounded in his chest, threatening to break out of his rib cage. He didn’t know what was happening, or if his son would return to normal, but to his relief, the darkness was extinguished just as quickly as it took over, and Link dropped to his knees as he started to come to.

When the darkness passed completely, he was staring down at the ground. He felt something cool against his temple, and he closed his eyes, his heart racing. When he dared to open them again, he looked up to the sight that awaited him. Revali was getting back to his feet, his angry eyes bearing into Link. He wiped blood off his face with the back of one hand, while the other dangled broken at his side. Hyrulean soldiers lay scattered around him, most of whom were motionless, dead or unconscious, all at his own hands. His stomach twisted sickeningly and he had to pull his gaze away from the sight. He bit his lower lip as his eyes squeezed shut.

“Link.” Rusl’s voice was barely audible, shaking. Link looked up and met his gaze and his brow furrowed fiercely.

“Fucking do it!” he shouted.

But Rusl did not respond. He stared down at link, his vision blurring. What had happened to his son? Why wasn’t he telling him?

Link pulled his gaze away. His chest ached painfully for the destruction he had caused. Innocent lives lost because of him.

Rusl removed the weapon from his son’s head and pocketed it without a word. He dropped to his knees and pulled his son to him, wrapping his arms around him, but Link pulled away. The darkness still clouded his eyes, but for a moment, he was very much aware of the world around him.

They looked up as the helicopters approached and landed not more than twenty yards away from them. Heavily armored soldiers and Sheikah alike jumped out before it even landed on the ground. They shouted at the Champions, their weapons drawn as they hurried toward Link.

“Go,” Rusl hissed at him. He grabbed his son’s arm, pulling him back. “Get out of here. We’ll take care of this.”

But Link pulled away from his father. He stepped forward, raising his arms slightly to show he would not fight. But as he moved and the rest of the darkness faded away, the pain from his stab wound seared through him, and he nearly doubled over, gasping.

Rusl watched as they circled in around him, then closed in. One of the soldiers pulled Link’s arms behind his back while the others took his weapons from him. Cuffs clasp around his wrist and they pushed him forward to the awaiting helicopter. Link glanced at his friends over his shoulder one last time before he was pushed inside, and the helicopter took flight once more.

The Champions watched in silence as the helicopter disappeared over the horizon. Revali was the first to speak.

“Can we just let him rot in jail?” he muttered as Mipha moved to his side to heal him. “I’m sick of saving his ass. All I get in return is a damn broken wrist.”

“You did stab him first,” Mipha muttered.

“He deserved it,” Revali muttered. He turned his wrist over when Mipha finished. “Don’t worry, the Sheikah won’t let him bleed out. Not yet, anyway.”

But Mipha was not amused.

“The fuck do we do now?” Daruk grunted.

“We should have gone to the spring first,” Urbosa said regretfully.

“He’ll turn again,” Paya warned. “And if he doesn’t turn back… they’ll kill him.”

“Dorian won’t let them,” Mipha said slowly. She checked Rusl’s expression, but could not read him. He was staring toward the horizon where the helicopter disappeared. “Right?”

“So, we’re trusting the double agent?” Revali sneered.

“I think he’s a triple agent,” Daruk pointed out.

“Come on, Rusl,” Revali barked, growing irritated. “What’s the damn plan?”

“I thought you wanted to let him rot,” he said dryly. He turned his attention back to the group. “Breaking laws isn’t exactly your forte, anyway.”

Urbosa snorted and put a hand on her hip. “You don’t know what he does for a living.”

Revali rolled his eyes, but otherwise ignored her. “And it’s yours?”

“Let’s just say Roham won’t waste his resources on trying to throw my ass in jail.”

“We need to get him out of there before he turns again,” Urbosa said.

“Breaking him out won’t be so easy,” Daruk said. “We don’t even know where they’re taking him.”

Revali promptly pulled his phone out and dialed. He brought it to his ear and waited. “Teba. Small problem. Roham’s got Link.”

They fell silent as Revali nodded, then after a few more short words, he ended the call.

“They’re taking him to maximum security,” he said. “In the middle of nowhere in Tabantha.”

Urbosa turned to Paya. “Can you get us there?”

“I’m out,” Rusl said. “That place will be crawling with Sheikah. I’ll just get in the way.”

“Good,” Revali said smugly. “Leave the rescuing to the competent heroes.”

[busket]

i wrote a story about aita and his old pal goro

this motherfucker

read it here

and in case i ever delete it from my drive, here it is under the cut too

“Here we are, home sweet home!” Link jokes as he leads Aita into the bare structure. It’s a decrepit old shack out on the open field of the Great Plateau. He looks at the canvas roof and the collapsing walls and sighs, turning towards his friend. “I know it’s not ideal, but apparently I spent 100 years on this plateau without the Yiga finding me. And it’s only until I can calm Vah Naboris; I’ll come right back for you!”

Aita kicks a chunk of half burned firewood on the ground. He still felt weak, but was doing his best to hide it from his new traveling companion. It had only been about a week since he’d committed his great treason; assisting the hero in infiltrating the Yiga hideout, and then saving his life and allowing them both to escape in front of all his former comrades. The whole clan knew he was a traitor now. It had been so sudden and so stressful that Aita had come down with a nasty fever, forcing Link to drag him out of the desert and postpone his quest to return the thunder helm and conquer Vah Naboris. Aita barely remembered the past week. There was only bouts on confusion and scattered memories of Link taking care of him. As soon as he regained some of his health back, he insisted that Link return to his quest. So the question became: where would Aita be safe while he was gone?

Link frowns at a bit of the roof that’s come undone. “No, you can’t stay here, you’re still sick.” He says. “Listen, there’s a house for sale in Hateno that I’ve been saving for. If I just sell some things and buy it, you’ll be able to-”

“Hateno’s on the other side of Hyrule, and that’ll take too long. That Gerudo queen is waiting for her heirloom, isn’t she?” Aita interrupts. “Besides, they’re gonna find me no matter where I am. At least there’s no one here.”

Link ponders for a moment before answering. “That’s very noble of you, Aita.”

“Is it?”

“Sure, you don’t want anyone to be threatened by them.”

Aita shrugs. “If I have to fight, I just don’t want anyone getting in the way.”

After several hesitant goodbyes and more “Are you sure?”s from Link, he was alone on the plateau.

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Aita was furious when it happened. Angry and embarrassed, he teleported back to the Yiga hideout. His first encounter with the hero wasn’t supposed to go like this. He hadn’t expected to win right away. He knew that a battle was best won after a long time, wearing down your opponent, learning about them, finding their weaknesses. He would have accepted a standard defeat and returned to kill him later. Instead, the Hero, cunning and cruel, had broken his mask and knocked him unconscious. To add insult to injury, Aita awoke beside a campfire with bandages on his wounds, and the hero cooking his rations.

And now Aita was maskless, nothing to hide the bad scrape on his forehead where the shattered porcelain had cut him during the impact. To the Yiga Clan, the mask was considered one’s true face. A singular unified identity shared by every member. To be seen outside the hideout without a mask or without a disguise was a huge taboo.

He stormed into the hideout. He needed to find his supervisor; the blademaster in change of his particular group of footsoldiers. If he could find him and get another mask, then he could be spared more embarrassment.

“Woah, Aita! What the hell happened to you?” Aita rolled his eyes. Like flies to a dead animal, other footsoldiers gathered around him as he walked.

“Where’s your mask?” Someone asked, a voice he didn’t recognize. “Did you drop it? Learn to take care of your things, Aita.”

“That’s pretty gross!” Someone reached up to poke at the scrape on his forehead and he slapped their hand away. “I wonder if that’ll leave a scar.”

“Shut up.” Aita snapped. “You’re giving me a headache.”

“We can see that!” they laughed.

They turned the corner and came face to face with a blademaster, and the laughing instantly stopped as the group stood to attention. Aita felt the man’s eyes bore into him through his mask. “...Well?” he asked. The voice of his supervisor.

Aita took a deep breath. He couldn’t tell them about his encounter with the Hero, not a chance. “...A lynel.” He lied, smoothly. “I unknowingly wandered into its territory, and it attacked me. While I tried to escape, it fired an arrow that hit my mask. Had I not been wearing it, I would have died.”

The other footsoldiers were dead quiet as the blademaster deliberated. He spoke. “You have been trained to fight the legendary hero, the greatest threat to the world, and yet you run from one of Hyrule’s beasts? Did you lack the ability to kill it, or just the nerve?”

Aita felt his cheeks and ears turn warm with embarrassment while he tried to think of an excuse to cover up his story. This was better than admitting the truth, at least. Before he could speak, there was a voice from behind him.

“Blademaster, if I may…” A footsoldier made his way to Aita at the head of the group. He recognized his voice; it was Goro, a member of the team that Aita used to train with. While they hadn’t grown up together, he was always pleasant and complementary, and quick to make friends.

“With utmost respect sir, Lynels serve Calamity Ganon, don’t they?” Goro continued. “Im sure Aita had the capability to defeat it, but doing so would be counterproductive to our goals. Killing a monster out in Hyrule just means one less enemy to the Hero; one less soldier for Ganon’s army.”

The blademaster considered this for a moment, and said “...Fine. But you won’t let it happen again. This way, you’ll receive a new mask.” No punishment, no reprimanding.

Aita turned and nodded thankfully towards Goro as he followed the Blademaster away, and Goro gave a low thumbs-up while the other footsoldiers dispersed.

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Aita snaps back to his senses. He’s sitting by a smouldering fire just outside the old hut on the plateau. These dreams were no surprise to him. Ever since he left, he’d dreamed of nothing but the Yiga Clan; memories, his old ambitions, his new fears. It’s nighttime now, and he’s not sure when he dozed off, or whether it was from exhaustion or his lingering fever.

He looks through the low flames out into the darkness. It’s only the first night. Link could quickly travel to Gerudo Town using the Sheikah Slate, but it must take more than one day to regain control of Vah Naboris. And he was to remain here in hiding, until the hornet’s nest named the Yiga Clan settles down after being kicked.

Aita feels himself begin to doze off again, but snaps to attention. He picks up the bow beside him, and aims it into the darkness. He lets loose an arrow and hears it lodge into a tree with a quick THUNK.

“Come out. I know you’re there.” He orders.

A thin figure silently emerges from behind the tree. The white mask of the Yiga stands out stark against the darkness.

“You’re as sharp as ever.” Says a familiar voice. “There’s no getting the drop on you is there, Aita?”

“Goro?” Aita asks, lowering his bow slightly.

“You recognize me on voice alone! How flattering.” he says, and much to Aita’s surprise, removes his mask. Goro’s sleepy eyes and thick eyebrows always made him look a few years older than his peers.

Aita sneers and levels the bow again. “Sure. You talk so much I couldn’t get your voice out of my head.”

“That’s cold.” Goro responds, frowning. “I thought we were friends.”

“A friend that’s come to kill me?”

“Hey, don’t jump to conclusions.” He ignores the bow aimed at him and casually sits by the fire with Aita. “Maybe I came to say that...I think what you did back there took a lot of guts. You’ve inspired me, I want to join you and the Hero, and save Hyrule.”

Aita stares at him, frowning and eyebrows furrowed. It’s an expression of confusion that Goro clearly interprets as annoyance, and laughs.

“There’s no getting past you, is there!” He gives his old friend a hefty slap on the back.

They sit together by the fire in tense silence. Aita, still as a rock trying to anticipate an attack, and Goro, relaxed, taking pleasure in making him nervous. Aita nearly flinches when he finally speaks.

“You know. A lot of us were really upset by what you did. Our supervisor was completely speechless. And Kei, oof. She’s not taking it well.”

Aita hoped to hear more about her, but Goro didn’t elaborate.

“And me too, y’know? I’ve always been supportive of you, helpful, when I can. And that’s because I saw that you had some potential. I thought you were going places. That’s why I stuck around; you always root for the winning team, Aita. So when you pulled a stunt like that, I was like, shit! I’ve put all my bananas in the wrong bag. How the hell am I going to use some shameful defect like you to get up in the ranks, right?”

Aita stares into the coals as he prattles on. He should have guessed. No one in the Yiga Clan is kind just for the hell of it. There’s always a motive. There’s always a trick.

“But!” He lightly punches Aita in the shoulder, a playful gesture. “Turns out this was just the opportunity I’ve been waiting for! Everyone’s so furious with you, they’re just desperate to see your head on a stake. And, since we’re friends, everyone’s suddenly expecting me to take care of it! Can you imagine that? Everyone’s always had great expectations of you and Kei, you’ve always been a pair of prodigies, but now I don’t even have to worry about killing the hero. I can easily take out a weak little traitor like you, and get just as much glory. And hey, since Master Kohga’s gone, there’s a new opening for clan leader, too. But maybe I’m just getting my hopes up.”

Aita smirks and glances over to the Yiga. “Well, great job Goro. Obviously since you failed at stealth killing me, your next tactic was to bore me to death. It almost worked.”

Goro returns the smile. “Still just as cold, huh?”

From behind his back, Goro grabs a large, spiked, ring shaped weapon and quickly uses it to slap a cloud of burning coals and ash towards Aita. He reels back, shielding his eyes and brushing off the hot charcoal, and barely has enough time to grab his sword and block Goro’s strike.

“Cool weapon, right?” he says, standing over Aita and pushing him into the dirt. “They call it a Demon Carver. They gave it to me, specifically to kill you! You’re not even dead yet and I’m already reaping the benefits.”

Aita moves to kick Goro’s legs and disrupt his balance, but he anticipates it and jumps back away from the fire, giving Aita enough time to stand up. As he brings himself to his feet, a sharp pain forces him to flinch and cry out. An arrow is stuck in his thigh; his opponent had shot at him from the darkness. And just like that, Goro is rushing forward again to attack. It was a classic Yiga strategy that they both knew well. Keep moving, alternate between melee with a blade and ranged with a bow. Disable your opponent to make sure they won’t keep up. Aita is forced to block again, pushed down to one knee as the pain in his thigh erupts.

Goro disappears in a cloud of smoke to teleport away and repeat the technique. Aita has only a second to respond and pick up his own bow. There’s a flash of light several yards away as Goro reappears, and Aita uses the strobe to aim and fire. He hears a grunt of pain out in the darkness and after a brief hesitation, there's another flash of light and smoke.

Suddenly, Goro is behind him and Aita has to twist to block his attack. The red of his uniform hides the blood, but there’s a tear in the fabric of his left shoulder where Aita’s arrow hit. The yiga could no longer use his bow, and to compensate, he was quickly teleporting behind his target to sink the demon carver into his back. But Aita blocks the attack again, this time refusing to let his injured leg give in.

“I know why you needed to use me to try to get up in rank.” Aita grunts through the pain. “You’re too much of a weak, lazy coward to get there on your own! I always knew that, and even if I wanted to be a blademaster, I would have left you behind to stay a footsoldier forever. You’re not good enough!”

Aita withdraws his sword and then quickly stabs it forward. He threads the blade through the center of the Demon Carver, and with a single swing, rips it from Goro’s hands and sends it flying. Goro jumps back, certain that Aita would swing at him now that he’s unarmed, but he does nothing. The traitor stands there panting, arrow still sticking out of his thigh.

For once, Goro has nothing to say. He forms the symbol with his hand and teleports back to the hideout, without the trophy he hoped for. And once again, Aita stands alone on the plateau.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Pomma, Rhoam, and Sooga three way. Give.

I fucking got you, and I'm deadass SO sorry it took so long to do this, my ass is so lazy and I have so many fics to do- but Queen, you gonna get it.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, Sooga, I told you, stop being such a fussy wussy!"

The yiga clan had unfortunately, been quite close to the royal family as of late. Rhoam had chosen to grant them various resources, and even allowed yigas free Rhoam's of the castle. On one condition. That someone of their clan satisfies the king. Normally Kohga and Sooga were the ones to take on such a chore, but Kohga decided the only sleeping he wanted to do, was in his own bed. But Sooga hated being in these situations by himself, so Pomma volunteered. She was kind like that.

They walked inside, with Sooga blocking the guard's view of Pomma's rear. Perverts. Speaking of-

"Ah, Sooga. There you are. What happened with Kohga?"

Pomma shrugged.

"He felt like sleeping in today, so consider me his substitute. Though, pardon me If Sooga is a BIT more protective of me than usual."

They both glanced at Sooga, who clung to her side, damn near growling at anyone who gazed upon her. Rhoam nodded in understanding.

"He's just as protective with Kohga, trust me. Now, you ARE aware of the services they provide, yes?"

"Yeah, Kohga filled me in on the filling in. He had LOTS of stories to tell."

"I...hope they put me in a good light."

"Some of 'em. Now come on, let's get these balls rolling!"

Pomma walked forward, as if she knew exactly where she was going. Sooga and Rhoam made eye contact (least Rhoam thought he was meeting his eyes), and Rhoam let out a somewhat amused chuckle.

"I see why you like her. Vibrant woman."

"Terribly so. Very doting as well."

"She appears that way. She has a glow about her, like Zelda's mother."

"Indeed. I...should help her to the room, shouldn't I?"

"I would."

Rhoam watched as Sooga caught up to her, properly guiding her to his quarters. He followed them, opening the door to his room, glad that the maid did in fact, pick up before their arrival, as he requested. Pomma grabbed a complimentary cookie from the table, before diving right into his bed. She got comfy amongst the mountain of pillows, munching as she looked them both over.

"Sooo let's start with the boring parts first. The rules. Sooga, be a dear and go on while I finish this, yeah?"

Sooga nodded.

"Pomma, much like Master Kohga, is the one has the ultimate say so. Everything she says goes."

"You just enjoy being bossed around, don't you?"

"Says the man with whips and chains in his closet."

That made Pomma laugh, clearly amused. She dusted the crumbs off her top.

"And you both have to play NICE! Manners Sooga, manners. But he is right, I do like holding the reins here. Now, let's give me a bit of a show, shall we? Sooga, be a sweetheart and strip for mommy."

Rhoam sort of stood there and Sooga quickly undressed. Rhoam had seen his nude frame plenty of times, but he still admired his muscular, solid frame. Even in his youth, Rhoam was more of a 'stoutly' sort of body type. Pomma grinned, motioning for Sooga to twirl. He obeyed, doing so slowly in order for her to get a good look.

"Good job! Now, let's see what Rhoam's working with here. Sooga, be a sweetheart and help him, yeah? And be NICE about it, we're a guest afterall."

Sooga clearly didn't like it, but he obeyed regardless. He slowly took off his coat, un did his buttons, removed his pants- the whole deal. He appreciated that Sooga folded his clothes after, at least. Once he was fully nude, Pomma looked him over, eyes lingering onto his his privates. He never did have complaints in that area. They both stood there, being gawked at like a carnivore in a deli. She took off her top, revealing her breasts. Huge, riddled with stretch marks.

"Rhoam, you've got big hands. Help Sooga out a little, won't you?"

Rhoam raised a brow, as did Sooga. She sighed. Fucking bottoms.

"Stroke his cock. I can't believe I have to spell this out."

Rhoam hesitated, before obeying, one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly rubbing his hand up and down his shaft. Pomma watched, rubbing and pinching at her own tits. Rhoam felt Sooga harden in his hand, and he wondered if it was from him, or from the way he intently watched his wife toy and play with herself. He couldn't blame her. She was a big, beautiful woman who seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Rhoam was about to suggest Sooga do the same, when Pomma made a 'come here' gesture at him.

"But my cock hasn't-"

"You won't be using it. Come."

Sooga nudged him with his shoulder, making it quite clear that she was to be obeyed. Rhoam did as he was told, crawling into bed and moving towards her. She was quite the striking lady, especially up close. He thought she wanted a kiss, and he was happy to grant it, when she put her finger to his nose, halting him.

"One sec- Sooga be a sweetie and hold onto these, won't you?"

She removed her underwear, and leaned up to pass it to Sooga. Sooga wrapped it around his hand, the same way a knight would do for a token from his lover.

"Understood."

"Good boy! Now, Sooga. You ready to keep being a good boy?"

"Yes mommy."

"Good. I want you to take that cock of yours, and fuck that ass of his."

Rhoam grabbed onto her legs as he raised himself up a bit.

"How DARE you? No one touches me in such a manner-"

He paused as soon as he felt Sooga's big, firm hands dig into his ass. He grunted, clearly not liking such an attitude.

"What Pomma says, goes. This was rule one, lest you forget."

"I refuse to let a man do such things to me!"

"What if you got a reward?"

"What reward could you POSSIBLY-"

He looked between her legs, and he genuinely couldn't believe his eyes. A wet, eager pussy, littered with fluffy, golden pubic hair. It reminded him of a field of golden wheat bathing in the sun. Pomma knew she had him, and she chuckled, wrapping her legs around his head. Her skin was terribly soft against his own skin.

"If you're a good boy, like Sooga is, you can help yourself to a taste of my pussy."

"I fail to see why I can't take it now."

He was about to do just that, when she suddenly flicked his forehead, as if she was training an improper mutt.

"Because I said so. Now, Sooga. Make him a good boy, won't you?"

Sooga nodded. Rhoam allowed it to the happen, for the scent of an aroused, beautiful woman was too much for him. He felt Sooga push inside of him, and in but a moment, his thick cock was sliding in and out of him, all while she sat there. Watching, teasing him with her sweet moans and the way she played with her large chest. Rhoam should hate this rather odd humiliation. But he didn't.

He enjoyed not only being teased by such a full looking woman, he enjoyed getting fucked in his ass. That's right, king Rhoam was sitting here, enjoying a young, strapping man, fucking his ass. There was a hot, flash of pain that he found just delightful. He tried to keep himself composed.

But he failed terribly.

He was a drooling, sweating, panting mess as Sooga kept railing him, even keeping his hands behind his back, like he owned him. Then he suddenly couldn't breathe. She stuffed her pussy in his face, flooding his mouth with her hot juices and tickling his nose with her pubes. He couldn't believe he was so hard. Couldn't believe he was throbbing while two yiga members claimed him so. He kept his ass up for Sooga to keep going, and loppily (not to mention loudly) licked and lapped at her pussy. He knew she was even leaking onto his beard, and he loved the raw, foul scent of sex.

"Eat. Her. Properly."

Sooga grabbed his hair, really shoving him inside of her glorious pussy.

Rhoam was the first to cum, overwhelmed by the sudden aggression. Then it was Sooga, egged on by his old walls tightening around him. Then it was Pomma, brought on by the sight of Sooga pumping an old man full of his cum. They sat there for a second, bathing in the afterglow. Then of course, Sooga, ever quick to recover, was the first to cut the silence.

"Are you happy? Did he do well? Or must I MAKE him act properly?"

Pomma laughed, reaching up to kiss Sooga's chin. She smothered Rhoam's face in her tits in the action, but he didn't particularly mind.

"Oh relax, Soogy Woogy. He'll have plenty of chances to impress~"

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

I think Sooga deserves some gentle and loving sex for a change, don’t you?

How about I do you one better. Gentle loving sex WITH a dash of praise kink.

"Shh~"

Sooga was clearly surprised by Kohga suddenly being on top of him. They were celebrating Daruk's birthday, and while everyone was partying and chatting, Zelda ended up speaking with Kohga. Somehow their conversation had gone to their bodyguards, and Zelda said something that did NOT leave his head.

'Sooga is quite competent, not to mention faithful to you'

Now people tended to talk about their bodyguards all the time, sometimes affectionately. But Zelda didn't mean it as just passing conversation, she meant it as a genuine compliment. As words of praise to HIM. Now, Kohga enjoyed praise, very much so. But what was even sweeter, was when his men reflected just how great he was. Praise was even sweeter when you didn't have to work for it.

"M-Master Kohga!"

Suffice to say, Sooga didn't understand where the sudden touches were coming from. They had been chatting about the event, but the second they got to Kohga's room, he pounced on the poor guy, sitting right on top of him and massaging his absolute huge titties. Kohga chuckled, making his forehead tap against the other's.

"You have no idea how good of a boy you've been today. You have NO clue how good I'm gonna treat you~"

He even heard Sooga gulp upon hearing Kohga coo his words. Ever impressed by Kohga, and that's something he loved about him. Sooga was about to ask just what he did, before Kohga lifted his mask up, just a bit, and kissed right at his chin. He was so easy to reward. A few slow, steady kisses to his chin, to his jawline, was all it took to make the poor guy melt underneath him.

"There we go. You relax. You're going to get a nice, sweet reward. And you're going to just sit there, and let me show you what good boys get."

With the slight of hand that Yiga's were known for, Sooga’s clothes were off, as well as his own. Kohga leaned over to grab a bottle of lube (practically shoving HIS tits in Sooga's face), before pouring some in his hand, and softly, carefully, started to stroke Sooga’s cock. He was slow, firm, just how his boy liked. Sooga was already panting, clearly from being overwhelmed.

"M-Master Kohga, I don't understand what I did to-"

He halted when Kohga’s hand started to focus on his balls, massaging them nice and firmly. Poor Sooga was just a steaming, flustered mess beneath him. Kohga continued, laying on top of his good boy, and resting his chin on the other's chest.

"I'll explain later. For now, you just worry about feeling good. You cum in my hand whenever you want. Don't worry about the mess. You've earned it. You've deserved it. My big, handsome boy deserves this."

Sooga was trying to force his legs still, less they thrash and kick underneath them. He was getting off to the praise, to the expert hands, to the warm lube, and to Kohga’s big belly pressed against him.

"I-i'm incredibly flattered, Master Kohga, I-I just-"

"You DID do something to earn it. You're SO hard on yourself. You think you aren't worth my time. But you are. You're SO worth all of my time. All of my affection, and all of my kisses."

Sooga’s words fell to mumbles as Kohga kissed him, right on his lips. Over and over and again, all while his hands did their absolute magic on him. Kohga only kept mumbling 'i love you's during it all, and it was just enough to make Sooga grab onto Kohga, and cum. Kohga let the cum soak the sheets, coat his hand and his wrists. A nice, big load from a nice, big boy. Kohga wiped his hand on his sheets, before reaching up and cupping Sooga’s cheek.

"Happy, my big, strong boy?"

"I'm...v-very. It was just. U-unexpected. I was unaware of how I earned such treatment."

Kohga’s thumb traced that nice, strong jawline, slowly and carefully.

"Zelda was singing praises of you at the party. You made me look so good. And I LOVE when my boys make me look good."

"You...need ME to make you look good?"

Kohga gave a bark of laughter, lightly smacking his chest.

"Oh...you are a TREAT, Sooga. Tell you what, you pick your next reward, big boy."

"I...anything I want?"

"Name it, I'm down."

Sooga looked away for a moment, hesitating.

"It...might be a bit disgraceful."

He had his attention, definitely.

"Name it, I'll try anything once."

Sooga scooted a bit to the side, and patted the spot behind him. Kohga wasn't following. He cocked his head to the side.

"I'm...gonna need you to explain what you mean. Like, some side fucking?"

"I...I want to be the little spoon for once."

Holy hell, Sooga was too cute for his own good. Stupid, devoted, adorable. Just his type. Kohga rolled his eyes, before plopping on his side, and wrapping his arms around Sooga. There was a moment of silence, before Sooga spoke.

"I...I love you, Master Kohga. Very, very much."

"Yeah yeah, I love you too, Soogy."

"S...soogy?"

"Hey if I'm gonna cuddle you, I get to give you stupid nicknames."

"I...like it. I like you."

Kohga reached up a bit to kiss his cheek, before yawning, and laying fully back down.

"Yeah...I like you too."

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

If you are up for some fluff... how about Sooga having an excuse to carry accident-prone Kohga around? I keep picturing Kohga slipping on a banana peel and spraining an ankle and Sooga being all “*GASP* MASTER KOHGA DON’T MOVE I’VE GOT YOU.” Plus who could resist hurt/comfort with drama queen Kohga??

You know it’s funny you mentioned that- EVERYTHING about Kohga gets him hurt. All of his attacks in aoc, his own attacks can be used against him- this dude gets a beat down on the daily. But there’s something SO funny about a fucking BANANA PEEL being the thing that worries Sooga. Let’s go.

“I really wish you’d be a bit more clean when you eat.”

“And I’d really wish you’d shut up.”

Kohga and Sooga had been invited to the Rito village, and were currently having dinner, made by none other than the Rito champion himself. Unfortunately for Kohga, the Rito LOVED fish, which only left Kohga with one choice; his beloved bananas. Which were currently being piled onto the floor right next to him. Sooga gave a small nod in forgiveness. Kohga could be quite charming, but not when he was by Revali.

“Apologies. We will clean up when we leave.”

“It’s the only thing keeping me from gagging. Dunno how you guys can sit there and eat fish like that. I only like ONE fish, and for some reason, she ain’t here.”

Zelda nodded, helping herself to a nice, hearty bowl of clam chowder.

“She said she was teaching the local children how to climb waterfalls this afternoon. She sends her condolences for missing your invitation, Revali. But you did send them rather unannounced.”

Revali shrugged, helping himself to his crab risotto.

“If she can’t make time to come to such an important event, that’s a her problem.”

Kohga rolled his eyes. He knew he was confident, but this guy was just plain annoying. It helped him NOT feel bad about all the peels he was leaving around. They spent moments making idle chit chat, and Kohga couldn’t help but notice Sooga’s plate was constantly getting smaller and smaller. Kohga could only complain about fish so much, especially when Sooga just seemed to love the stuff. Kohga could put up with the smell, and with the bird’s preening for a while, if only for him. Kohga got up after a while, about to fetch a drink for Urbosa (she was going to get it herself, but Kohga was a gentleman), when suddenly his feet gave way, and he fell to the floor. Sooga bolted out of his chair faster than lightning, quickly coming to his Master’s aid.

“Master Kohga! Are you alright?!”

“I’m f-”

Then he noticed Revali’s face. He was mad that he was no longer the center of attention. Kohga could play it off like nothing, or he could get all of hunky Sooga’s attention. What to choose, what to choose?

“Ow ow ow! I think I broke something!”

It was, in reality, probably just a sprain, but it hurt, and Kohga wanted lots and lots of attention. Sooga looked around, and determined that the pile of bananas, as well as the smear on the floor, was the culprit for the incident. Oh the irony. Sooga carefully held the foot that Kohga had been gripping.

“Master Kohga, I’m terribly sorry! Can you walk at all?”

“I’ll try…”

He made quite the sour face, and tried to stand up, only to feel a bit of pain. He wasn’t dying, but clearly he was gravely injured.

“Ow ow ow! Nope, can’t stand!”

Sooga’s heart swelled in sympathy for him, and he carefully picked him up bridal style in his arms. Kohga was so lucky to have a big, stupid boyfriend like him.

“I will take you back to the clan and nurse you back to health, Master Kohga. A thousand apologies for not keeping a closer eye on you.”

Revali cleared his throat.

“Ahem. I was SPEAKING. He’s fine, just put a pillow under it and let him wh-”

“Bite your tongue, bird.”

Sooga did NOT hold back on that firm tone, and Kohga was just wooed silly. He put the back of his hand to his forehead, acting faint. That was enough of a signal to get Sooga moving, making his way out the front door. He was about to dip, before Revali called out to them.

“You can’t just leave all this mess here! You said you were going to clean it up!”

“You can leave it for when Master Kohga recovers. Or you can clean it yourself. Your choice.”

Kohga lifted his mask up a bit, just to stick his tongue out at him, before Sooga poofed them right back home. Zelda sighed, holding a bit of an uncomfortable smile.

“I apologize, Revali. I’ll help you clean-LINK NO NOT OFF THE FLOOR!”

Link was more than willing to clean up the mess in the vacuum that was his stomach. 

Revali realized; he was never inviting any of these assholes back into his home.

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sooga sitting between kohga legs while hes on his throne, with his cock on sooga mouth not letting him touch his master OR himself

You are SO big brained, salsa. I love your ideas, I love your art, you are a blessing to this fucking blog, send any fucking requests your ass wants.

The Yiga clan loved to gather information. Having said that, it also made them quite notorious for spreading MIS information. As in, you’d constantly catch the members spreading rumors with one another. Only true and honest facts were given to Kohga himself, but amongst each other, their imagination went wild. Not that Kohga didn’t hear every single one. He may seem lazy to some, but Kohga was ever listening, and this new rumor REALLY got under his skin. The rumor that Sooga and him were together, and that Sooga was top. He didn’t mind everyone shipping them in the slightest, but the idea of HIM being in charge? He was so insulted, so OFFENDED. He just had to prove them wrong. Kohga got himself comfy in his favorite seat, sighing in content.

“Alright, I need my appreciation time, and Sooga here, now.”

Kohga hated the idea of royalty, but damn did he enjoy being treated like a royal. Blademasters, foot soldiers, AND Sooga appeared before him, as if by magic. The foot soldiers brought him his usual treats; bananas, freshly shaved ice with all types of nice syrups, and even sauteed nuts. Lovely spread, honestly. Kohga looked through his options, and motioned towards the plate of nuts. He helped himself to a small handful, and as he nibbled his treats, he motioned to Sooga.

“So, have you heard the new rumors?”

“Please specify, my lord. The foot soldiers do enjoy muttering amongst themselves.”

Kohga wiped the crumbs off his stomach (with the soldiers looking enviously as he did so. Some of these guys were just absolute perverts), and shook his head.

“Nope. The rumor that YOU’RE the one fucking ME.”

The members next to them tried not to giggle, clearly finding it funny. But not Sooga. Sooga cleared his throat, making the soldiers silence themselves. He gave a light bow of his head.

“I apologize that such a rumor dishonors you, Master Kohga. I could trace where these lyng roots lie, and punish them accordingly.”

“No need, Sooga. I found them already.”

Sooga (as well as the other members) cocked their heads, clearly curious. Kohga helped himself to a bite of shaved ice, before wiping his mouth (where it would have been anyway) with the back of his hand. He sighed as he locked eyes with Sooga.

“Don’t play dumb, Sooga.”

“I...beg your pardon?”

“YOU started it!”

Kohga stood up, and pointed a finger in accusation at him. Sooga gave a shake of his head.

“Master Kohga, I would do no such thing! I would only speak honest truths in your ho-”

Kohga held his hand up, silencing him. He gestured for Sooga to get down, and he obeyed, getting on one knee, and putting his head down. The proper form of a Yiga apology. Kohga sat back down on his chair, trying to act upset. The rumor being spread around was the fact part, but he knew Sooga wouldn’t ever start something like that. He was too noble, too focused on the cause to busy himself with rumors. But this made things so much more fun.

“I CAN’T believe you, Sooga. I expected more from you. I don’t mind the idea of you saying we fuck, because we do, and I’m not ashamed to admit that. But the idea of you saying that YOU’RE in charge of me? That’s just insulting.”

Of course Sooga wouldn’t say anything in his own defense. One, Kohga was stubborn, and two, Sooga would never talk his way out of a punishment. Kohga opened his legs wide open, and snapped his fingers. He was fed a piece of a banana, and as he chewed, he pretended to be deep in thought. Sooga lightly cleared his throat.

“I beg for your forgiveness, but I will accept your fury.”

He knew he’d say something like that. Such a good, good boy, his Sooga. Sooga grumbled, before patting his knee. Sooga crawled forward, stopping right in front of Kohga’s lap.

“Good. Because you ARE going to get punished, Sooga. Give me your mouth.”

There was a mumble of confusion amongst the members, but Sooga knew exactly what he meant. Sooga adjusted his face mask, showing just the mouth part of his face. Everyone gave a light gasp, as if Kohga had stripped down completely naked right in front of them. It was considered shameful to show ANY part of your face, and even showing a piece of your chin was like your pants falling down. Kohga held onto his chin, lightly brushing his thumb against his bottom lip. He had seen his face, but he had NEVER touched it. Aside from a little scar on his lip, Sooga’s features were very soft, very pleasant to touch.

“You understand, I’m not punishing you for funsies. You’re my right hand, so you need to be a step above everyone. You messing up is NOT accepted here, at all.”

“I understand fully, my Master.”

Even watching his lips move was hot. Even watching his tongue help him form words did something to Kohga. He had a good, sharp chin to boot, and Kohga couldn’t help but feel at the little spot of hair growing at his chin. Sooga was a VERY handsome man, almost as good looking as yours truly. Almost. Kohga reached down, and un did a part of his uniform, pulling his cock out. To say he had everyone’s eyes was NO exaggeration. Even members that were just passing by doing their daily duties moved just a bit slower to get a good look. Kohga’s cock was different from Sooga’s; shorter, but VERY thick. It didn’t have as much of a curve to it as Sooga’s either, but he DID share the bunch of black pubic hair (though his was more plentiful, as well as more curly). Either way, he could tell everyone was drooling behind their masks, just wishing they could get a taste. Kohga made Sooga look up at him.

“Now, you’re going to put me in your mouth. You aren’t going to suck, and I’m not gonna skull fuck you. You’re just gonna sit there, mouth full of cock, and not move. Understand?”

“I-I mean I would- I’m not, that is to say-”

Kohga liked watching this usually confident man be brought so low. Kohga rolled his eyes, and pushed his head forward, groaning in satisfaction as he stuffed himself fully into that mouth. Kohga gave himself a minute to get used to the feeling, before relaxing in his seat.

“There we go. Now, who here thinks Sooga is in charge?”

Everyone shook their heads no. Good. Kohga snapped his fingers, and another banana was fed to him. This was the life. 

“Master Kohga?”

One of the Blade masters chimed in. Aka, the ones that just LOVED kissing his ass. Kohga chuckled, loving the idea of another big, strong man being overly flirty with him. Kohga held the Blade Master’s chin in his hand, watching him nearly melt.

“Yes?”

“I just...wanted to say, I’m sorry on Sooga’s behalf. You deserve far better than someone so close to you starting such a rumor.”

“Sooga HAS been bad hasn’t he? And here he is, still trying.”

Kohga felt him try to move. He was trying to actually suck him off. While it was cute, it wasn’t what he asked for. And even worse, he DARED to rub at himself. Kohga lightly patted the Blade master’s cheek.

“Do me a favor, help me out with his hands.”

He nodded, seeming to understand perfectly well what he wanted. Grabbing some rope, he practically yanked Sooga’s hands behind his back, and tied them together firmly. Kohga gave Sooga’s cheek a bit of a firm pat, chuckling to himself.

“I wasn’t gonna do that, but you were touching yourself. This wasn’t supposed to be fun. This is punishment, Sooga. You sit there, and you do nothing. Look at me with that mouth full of cock, and tell me you understand.”

That's what he loved about Sooga. He can understand him just by looking right at his face. One of the foot soldiers took another careful step forward, offering him more snacks. Kohga happily let himself be fed and treated, and when you paired that with the endless praises and glances he was getting from many of the clan members, he could tell it was getting to Sooga. His breath was getting hotter, his look was getting hazy, and he kept groaning against his cock. And did Kohga make it worse? Absolutely. In between the constant praises he was getting from his soldiers, Kohga kept petting his head, and making quite a public display with his compliments.

“Who’s a pretty boy?”, “Who’s a good boy?”, and Sooga’s favorite, “Who’s MY boy?”

Each question, each stroke of his head made Sooga tremble something fierce. It felt incredible, but it was killing him. He was being treated like he was owned by Kohga, right in front of everyone. Mouth visible, hands tied, he should be ashamed. But he was honored. Master Kohga chose HIS mouth to have his cock in, HIS head to pet and fond over. One of the foot soldiers (who had previosly been giggling and feeding Kohga his favorite fruit) looked underneath Sooga, and lightly whistled.

“Master Kohga, he’s leaking all over the floor.”

Kohga seemed to find that amusing, lightly smacking his cheek. Even THAT made him throb.

“Sooga, you wanna cum don’t you?”

Sooga nodded, careful not to move too much, less he invoke more of his fury. Kohga ran his fingers across his scalp, and he could tell Sooga got quite the goosebumps.

“Well, you’re not going to. No one is gonna cum today, because no one earned it. I won’t even cum in your throat, and I know you want that.”

Kohga didn’t know how long he sat there. He just knew that Sooga waited patiently, being his own little cock warmer, while he was being fed and loved. Combine that with the shame Sooga was made to bear, was it any wonder his mind lost itself to lust? Kohga eventually decided that he had enough, and slowly pulled Sooga off of his dick. Sooga’s tongue hung out of his mouth like a mutt, and slobber stained not only his lap, but Sooga’s uniform. Kohga watched the hot breath make bouts of steam in the cold night air, and damn was that something tasty. Kohga leaned down a bit to Sooga, not caring how much everyone was staring at his own half hard cock.

“I want you to remember something. I want you to remember how I taste, and I want you to remember I’M in charge of you.”

Sooga gave a faint, almost tired nod. Sooga was a big, hunky slut, and Kohga adored that about him. Kohga leaned back, and gestured to himself.

“Tuck me away, Sooga.”

Sooga was clearly in mourning, but he obeyed, fingers lightly fumbling. Kohga chuckled, giving a light shake of his head.

“You’ve done okay. But we can do better. You’re going to stand there, and let everyone see how hard you get for me. Understand?”

“C-completely, my M-master.”

“Oh, and Sooga, one more thing, before I take my nap.”

Kohga’s hand clamped around his throat, giving it a nice, firm squeeze, just where he knew he liked it. And he lowered his voice, making sure Sooga didn’t miss a single beat.

“I love you, Sooga.”

He knew from the way his body quivered, knew the way he swore, that he just came. Kohga chuckled, letting him go, before turning to his side, and falling asleep to the tune of everyone muttering absolute adoration for him.

Sooga was REALLY a good boy.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Damn, Kohga has clearly been fucked by A LOT of men (like damn, his ass doesn't even need prep) And Sooga is clearly possessive AS FUCK. Consider: Kohga tying down/ordering Sooga to sit still while Kohga jacks it/fingers himself, while telling Sooga FILTHY stories of his past dalliances until Sooga can't handle it anymore.

Ooooh this is a GOOD idea. Sooga maybe bottom, but he's a possessive bottom, and we STAN that energy. 

Kohga was horny as SHIT. Nothing new in that sentence, but what was different was the fact that it was caused by Sooga's possessiveness. It started off innocently enough; Kohga wanting to spank his big, juicy ass. Simple enough. Then he got into it. Hard, fierce spanking across his ass. And what caused it? That classic territorial nature of all blade masters. Kohga so much as MENTIONED bringing one in, and he just slapped his ass six ways from sunday. Hell, he needed to sit on a pillow for a few days after that. He even recalled how Sooga apologized for that, but Kohga would have none of it. Sooga was an ANIMAL. He just had to take the beast out of the cage.

"But how…."

He asked himself, rolling over to his stomach. He sent Sooga out on some scavenger hunt (he did this whenever he needed Sooga out of the base for a while), and was left to his own devices. He needed time to think about just how he was gonna get a rise out of Sooga. Poking the beast, so to speak. He couldn’t bring another guy in to watch, they'd start beating the shit out of each other (though them fighting was ALWAYS hot). Sooga wouldn’t even let them be near their DOOR when they did it. It was ridiculous. Other guy's Kohga fucked was not this complicated. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. He nearly bolted out of bed, completely astounded by his own brilliance.

"Kohga! You're not only a hunk, you're a GENIUS!"

Kohga knew just what to do.

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"Master Kohga, I have returned."

Kohga nearly bounced in place upon hearing his voice. He was SO ready for his pretty boy to come home. He opened his door, nearly yanking Sooga inside his room, and pulling him into a hug. Sooga sputtered in surprise, before chuckling and returning the affection.

"I was not expecting such a warm welcome for my arrival."

"Well, shame on you! Been waiting for you to come back! You like that mushy couple bullshit, so you'll love this!"

He looked up at Sooga, who cocked his head to the side.

"I do. But you don't."

"One, shut up. Two, I love YOU. So! We're gonna do something...interesting."

He pulled up a chair for Sooga (aka the good chair he got from Kingy), while he sat on his bed. Sooga was clearly not understanding what was happening, but he was going along with it, especially given Kohga’s excitement. He had drinks, snacks (mainly slices of nut cake and fruit), and even candles. It was sweet, honestly. Kohga patted his hand, clearly excited.

"So, Traysi recommends this for couples who are VERY serious about each other."

"The woman who runs the rumor mill? Should we be following-"

Kohga flicked his mask, huffing.

"We do not disrespect Traysi here. And yes, we're doing this. So you're ready?"

"If you are, absolutely."

"Good, you're going to go first. Now, tell me about EVERYONE you've been with before."

Sooga seemed confused by this. But, it was not only a command from Kohga, but Kohga actually and honestly trying to bond with him. Who could say no to that? Sooga thought about it for a moment.

"Let's see...when I was five, I married my neighbor's daughter. We had a mud cake and everything."

He chuckled. It wasn’t at all a serious answer, but it was just. So odd, recalling his past relationships, especially since they seemed so redundant now. He rubbed his chin a bit.

"Then there was Nabooru. I dated her when I was about fourteen. Lovely girl."

Kohga cocked his head to the side.

"You ACTUALLY dated girls?"

"In my teen years. When I was seventeen we broke up, started to date a stable boy. Shad. He was...a bit of a bookworm. I really liked him."

"What happened to you guys?"

Sooga hesitated, opening his mouth then closing it again.

"Father didn't....what I mean to say is...uhm, If I may skip, Master Kohga."

Oof, rough territory. Kohga waved his hand, letting him know to press on. Sooga shook the thought out of his head, happy to no longer be thinking about it.

"Then there were the occasional hookups. Nothing serious, a few men to share a bed with for the night. Chudly, Benja, and Vilia. Then it was you."

Kohga blinked. Wow. Could buy a piece of bread with that body count.

"That's...it? Only FIVE people? And one was a WOMAN? That’s ALL the people you’ve been with?!”

“Yes. Though, I wouldn’t fully include the first one, in all honesty.”

Sooga rubbed the back of his neck shyly, clearly a bit embarrassed from how little that seemed to be. Kohga just couldn’t fathom that. Five people, in his entire life. Sooga was a young stud, he could get plenty of his ass, just on his walk home. Kohga couldn’t fathom that. Sooga seemed to shrink a bit under his clearly bewildered look.

“Is that...too few?”

Kohga realized he was making Sooga feel self conscious. He was aiming for jealousy, not this. He raised his hands up a bit, shaking his head.

“No! No, any number is fine, even none. I’m just saying, I expected a LOT more. I mean, LOOK at you!”

Sooga chuckled, blushing like crazy underneath his mask like the cute guy he was. 

“Well, thank you, Master Kohga. But no, I have not been with anyone else. Just those, and I haven’t missed one. You know, I can actually see the merit in this piece of advice. It feels good, getting that off my chest. Is it your turn?”

Kohga almost wanted to cuddle his big, dumb face. Thankfully, he was too horny to bail on his plans. Kohga nodded.

“It is, actually. BUT. I have one order to give you, got it?”

“I...suppose.”

“You have to stay put in that chair. No matter what. Understand?”

Sooga looked confused, but he nodded.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand. But, an order is an order. I will stay seated.”

“Good. Good.”

Kohga grabbed his box of fun stuff, placing it right next to him, then laid on his back. He hoisted one leg over the other, arms behind his head.

“Okay, get comfy. Now, the first guy I dated was when I was...seventeen or so? I wanted to date earlier, but dad said to wait. Anyway, he was a merchant that’d come by every once and while. He was SUPER cute, and honestly? Not too bad of a kisser. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only guy he was seeing, but...well, I couldn’t complain, he was super cute. Nice hair. Always dated guys with nice hair.”

Kohga remembered those early years. Back when he didn’t know shit. Back when kissing was new and exciting to him. Sooga looked confused.

“I thought you said no one but you and your father saw your face.”

“Oh no, I NEVER took this off. A wise man caught nude will cover his face, not his privates.”

That made Sooga chuckle.

“A rather clever, yet lewd saying. Please, do continue.”

“Gladly.”

Kohga twiddled with his fingers as he recalled. Is he supposed to go in order? Or just whatever crossed his mind? He thought about it, before he thought about it.

“Oooh, then there was another one of my boyfriends. He was going through like, this weird hair phase? His hair was red, he had it up, and he was just. Big. Big, buff, and honestly he was just. Stupid. Let me tell you, I could grab onto his arm, and he could lift me up with absolutely no issues. We didn’t last long though, he thought he was hot shit. He GENUINELY said ‘babe, you’re pretty, but I’m prettier’. Can you imagine that? Ugh. Dude fucked good though, he REALLY did. He’d get all hot and sweaty after his work outs, and then. Well, dude fucked good. Real good.”

Kohga stripped himself free of his pants, and held his finger up when Sooga clearly wanted to ask questions. He stripped himself free, before getting comfy again, just stroking at his thighs.

“I remember once, when he got back from his trip across seas, he ended up fucking me right in the bar. We got just, so drunk, and he couldn’t keep himself off of me. He railed me in front of all his men, the barkeep, and pretty much who seemed to be paying attention. I was a young thing back then, a thick dick was all it took. I remember, I tried to give him his beer after he came in me, and I just, dumped it all over his chest by accident. He was a good sport about it, all I had to do was clean him up. Only, I didn’t have a rag, so...I had to improvise. Licked that dude like a lollipop.”

Sooga not so gracefully, grabbed a bottle of his favorite oil, and used it to rub along his thighs, just for a bit of a show, before sticking two fingers into his ass. Been a while since he touched himself like this, much less in front of someone else, and it felt GOOD, watching his greedy eyes upon him.

“It wasn’t a long relationship, but it was a fun one. Let's see, who else was there...ooh, there was that one guy. Dad HATED him, and I think there was a huge appeal in that. He was in charge of fixing trains and stuff. Big, muscle guy. Cute scar, tattoos, big hands. He wasn’t as rebellious as the other guy. We lasted a bit longer, but not by much. Super sweet. I remember he'd pick me out of nowhere, just because he could. That dude was the sorta romance then in your pants dance type. But he was KINKY. Dude really liked holding me down and giving it to me. I remember, we got REAL rough with it one time, he tied my hands up, tied me up in his workshop, and just railed my ass. Swore we almost got caught by a client once!"

Kohga laughed, really digging and stretching his ass.

"He taught me how to do this. Taught me how to get my nice, oily fingers inside of me. Taught me how to get nice and ready for the cocks he knew I wanted. In a way...he was my first.”

He snuck a glance at Sooga’s eyes, and he saw it. The little sparkles of jealousy. He knew he wasn’t his first, but knowing the details really got under his skin. Kohga introduced three fingers now, really arching his back as he felt himself be a little bit stretched. Sooga wasn’t goosey loosey down there, but he could take three fingers, knuckle deep, before he felt that familiar longing inside of him.

“Then...Then there was this other guy. Up until I started the clan, he was my partner in crime. Long hair, always kept in a ponytail. Nice, strong hands, and his eyes were something else. They were so...intense. Should’ve seen me the first time I caught those eyes, I was on him like a stack of bananas. He was the more...aloof than most of the guys I dated. He’d pop in and out, constantly looking for ways to get stronger. Never really got that guy. We would just..somehow end up in bed together. Sometimes it would be in a bed over some stable, sometimes it’d be some random, abandoned spot in the mountains. Either way, he’d fuck me, and be gone by morning. Hell, I don’t even think I caught his name. I just remembered we REALLY, REALLY liked each other.”

Kohga had to admit, recalling all of his past lovers was very, very fun. Recalling how many big, strong men wanted him, how each one fucked him differently, it was thrilling. He pulled his fingers out of himself, letting Sooga take a gander at his oiled, willing ass. The same ass that knew many, many men, and started to pump his cock. He would go on with his other boyfriends, but he didn’t want to wait longer. He wanted to hit Sooga right in that weak spot.

“Then the clan started. Those other blade masters...well. Let’s just say there’s a reason they’re so high in the ranks.”

He saw Sooga’s fingers grip onto the seats. He was already fuming from his past lovers, but his own peers? Oh, that was a way to get under a blade master’s hide. He was getting ANGRY. Not at Kohga of course, just the motion that ANYONE touched his precious Kohga.

“I remember once, a couple of them snuck into my room. They thought I was dead asleep, but I was very much awake. I felt them grope me, felt them pull at my clothes till it came off. Next thing I knew I had two in my ass, and two in my hands. Course I had that one guy in my mouth two, and the other three watching...oh who really knows? Once one was done, another guy took over. They pumped me full of cum, sucked and toyed with my cock. And I remembered I’d bark at them not to cum until I did, so they fucked me HARDER. Let me tell you, I have NEVER been that full of cum. Was practically swimming in it, and that was just how I liked it. I remembered them all tuckered out, asking if they pleased me.”

Kohga lifted his head up to look at his eyes. So angry, so jealous and furious, as if he was going to kill them for an absolute injustice.

“This...was the only case of them, yes?”

“Ooooh no. No. Not at all. Until you fell into the mix, I’d have a select few fuck me a few times a week. I still remember my favorite one. Big, strong guy. He’d tie my hands up in rope, nice and tight, and he’d just hold me down when he fucked me. He’d lean into my ear and whispered words dirty enough to make me shake. He was my favor-”

That was enough. Suddenly Sooga was on top of him, slamming his palm over Kohga’s mouth. Kohga was expecting something angry, something a bit kinky. But no. Sooga was FURIOUS. There was no stammering, no sweet talking, not even him asking as sweetly as he usually would. He just stuffed his cock in his eager, oiled ass, and fucked him. Fucked him with enough force that the head board kept knocking against the wall, that his hips ached from such a big, heavy body putting so much force into him.

"Stop it. Stop it. You're doing this to get a rise out of me. You want me to fuck you so badly, Master Kohga? I'll do that. I'll fuck you. I'LL be your favorite. No one else. Just me. Look at me."

And Kohga was LOOKING. Sooga had his legs wrapped around his own, keeping him in place so he had no choice but to take that nice, hard cock, right against that good fucking spot. Kohga tugged and clawed at his hand, as if he was trying to get Sooga off. Thank god Sooga knew better. Kohga just liked to thrash a bit, really MAKE his partner fuck his shit up. And Sooga was LOVING it. Kohga managed to move his mouth away a bit, trying not to grin too wildly.

"That's it, FUCK ME Sooga! Fuck my oiled ass, make me think of only YOUR cock!"

Kohga reached up to grab fistfulls of his uniform, yanking him to his face. Fuck that beautiful, panting face.

"Fuck me nice and proper, Sooga. Make me cum. Be my favorite boy, make my exes look like fucking LOSERS!"

Sooga may be pounding his ass like dough, but Kohga’s demands were still Kohga's. Sooga obeyed, shoving his fingers into Kohga’s pretty mouth, nearly making him gag as he continued to pound into him. Kohga knew he did that because he liked his dirty talk. Knew that he would cum if he listened to his pleading Master anymore, and he really, really wanted to be a good boy. Unfortunately, Sooga was so weak for his master. His fingers peeled out of his mouth, Sooga quickly becoming un done by not only his words, but his nice, tight body. Not that Kohga minded a small break from the rather large fingers. He was happy to sit there, moaning and grumbling, just absolutely so close to that edge.

“You LIKE fucking your Master Kohga, don’t you big guy?”

For a moment, they looked each other in the face, and Kohga only saw lust and competition. Exactly what he deserved to see in those big, pretty eyes of his. Sooga seemed to feel the exact same, as he leaned down, and pressed his forehead against his. For a moment, he was calm, still.

“I love you. More than anything. As such...I refuse to let your heart, or your loins, long for another.”

Translation? ‘Your ass is fucking mine’. This was right before Sooga put one hand on his chest, and the other on the headboard, continuing to slam his hips against Kohga. He couldn’t stop him (well he was strong enough to, but who the fuck would stop a BEAST like this?), and that’s how he liked it. He liked the force of his thrusts, liked the way the bed seemed to complain from the force, and loved, absolutely loved the feeling as hot seed was pumped into his insides. Kohga greedily raked his fingers down his back, finding himself cumming almost completely on time with Sooga. It had been SO long since that had happened, and it made poor Kohga’s body tremble. He sat there for a moment, letting Sooga finish emptying his balls right into him. It took a lot out of poor Sooga, given his panting, but his hips didn’t completely stop, instead settling for a nice, slow roll into Kohga.

“M...master Kohga? I’m...sorry.”

“Fucking hell Sooga, don’t you DARE apologize here, you ANIMAL.”

Kohga chuckled, wiping his face underneath his mask, finding himself drenched in sweat. Sooga shook his head.

“You don’t understand. I uh, do believe I broke the bed frame.”

Kohga was a bit too buzzed to fully understand, before it clicked. He leaned over a bit, and sure enough, Sooga broke three out of the four legs underneath his bed. What a feat. Kohga tossed his head back as he laughed, pushing into his shoulder.

“Oh, you were NOT kidding! Damn Sooga, look at you! Though you’re a big boy, shoot for all four next time.”

Sooga lightly shook his head, sighing. He could tell he was amused in his exhaustion.

“You’re relentless, Master Kohga, truly.”

Sooga’s finger danced up his chest, before he flicked his chin.

“The other Blade Master could do it.”

Sooga’s firm hand pushed onto his chest, nearly knocking the wind out of Kohga.

“You enjoy me putting me through trials, Master Kohga. You really, really do.”

“Oh, bite me, big boy.”

Sooga’s voice got nice and low, making Kohga nearly swoon underneath him.

“Is that a challenge?”

Something told Kohga, that Sooga was ready to prove himself as the best of the best.

Even if it took many, many more attempts.

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I saw that you included the belly kink in that fic you wrote, loved it by the way. Can we get some more of that? Including stuffed kohga if you're into that?? The man loves eating, after all

You're asking for Sooga's fantasy, is what you're saying. You're asking for EVERY yiga's fantasy, essentially. Let's go

"Is everything ready?"

"Just about! Keep stalling!"

Mipha motioned for Sooga to get back into the dining hall. It was THE Master’s birthday today, and Sooga was running around this way and that to make sure it was perfect. The champions were here, the princess, and of course, every member of the clan. Mipha and Link were currently cooking in the kitchen, working on his cake, all while Kohga was being entertained in the dining hall. One of the blade master’s, conveniently enough, was a former performer, and was doing a rather good job at entertaining his master. It WAS rather impressive, though Sooga wished he didn't have to doge during the fire swallowing trick. Nearly singed his hair. Kohga clapped as the blade master bowed, totally entertained.

"Did you SEE that?! He just swallowed a fucking FLAMEBLADE!"

"Swallowing IS my forté, Master Kohga."

Sooga shot him a warning glance at that flirt, and it took so much of him NOT to beat his ass. He cleared his throat as he knelt down to the birthday boy.

"Are you having fun so far, Master Kohga?"

"Loads. But it'd be better if you stopped running around and started celebrating WITH me.”

Kohga grabbed at his chin, pulling him closer, and for a moment, Sooga contemplated just cancelling everything, and kicking everyone out of the room. But Kohga was worth far more than that. He chuckled, lightly bonking his mask with his.

“I will, I swear. But you’d be disappointing everyone who worked so hard to celebrate your greatness. Plus scheduling this took almost a whole week.”

“Fuss fuss fuss, that’s all you do.”

Kohga scoffed, finally letting him go. He could tell that despite his disappointment, he found Sooga’s affections sweet. So much work has gone to make HIS day even more special. Kohga looked like he was going to complain some more, when suddenly, from out of the kitchen, came not only a few blade masters, but the champions, helping carry the BIGGEST cake you’ve ever seen. That caught Kohga’s attention, and he sat up in his seat, clapping wildly. It wasn’t JUST this beautiful cake being brought forth (heavy on the caramel icing), but all types of food that he LOVED, all in one table. Fried bananas, meat stews, tabantha bakes, all types of creamy, thick soups, bowls of tender, delicious meat, and all types of various rice dishes. Best part? Not a SINGLE fish dish in sight. Kohga looked nearly excited enough to jump out of his special birthday chair.

“Is THIS what you spent so long doing? Is this why you ‘forgot’ my breakfast this morning?”

“Perhaps. Please, eat as much as you please. I take it you’re ready for presents?”

“Yes! Gimme ALL of them!”

Little did Kohga know, he’d be getting a VERY special gift tonight, thanks to Sooga.

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“Today was the best day EVER!”

“I couldn’t tell, given how much you were laughing and hugging everyone. Even Revali.”

“Hey he’s not bad when he’s sloshed.”

Kohga chuckled once Sooga set him down, bringing in his new presents right after. Hair clips from Revali, a friendship bracelet from Mipha, a birthday crown from Zelda, monster rice balls from Link (he didn’t question it), hard liquor from Urbosa, and LOTS of goron spice from Daruk. It was sweet, all of it was. Sooga chuckled as he finished bringing everything in, watching as Kohga sat there comfortably, rubbing at his VERY full tummy. Sooga sat down next to him, kissing the top of his head.

“Perfect birthday?”

“Almost. I ate so much other food, I didn’t get to try the cake.”

“Oh! I saved you a slice, just in case. It’s over...here!”

Sooga dug into the pile of stuff, and pulled out a plate. It held the neatest, biggest piece of cake he could get. Kohga chuckled, leaning over to lightly shove his shoulder.

“You saved me a piece? Why did I expect anything else from someone like you?”

“I’ll take that as a complement. Here, I have a fork.”

Sooga sat back down, cake in his hand, when something in him..clicked. Maybe it was his Master being happy. Maybe it was the fact that he ate SO much food, so full of gluttony and greed. He was surprised anyone got any food to eat in his wake. And he saw it, in that big, full tummy of his. It looked even bigger, even grander than ever.

“Could I feed this to you?”

Why would he ask that? Why would ANYONE ask that? He was about to apologize, when Kohga chuckled, slightly shaking his head.

“I mean, sure. Less effort for me, why not? Long as I get my cake.”

Kohga lifted his mask up a bit, just for his mouth. Sooga froze for a moment as Kohga sat there, mouth open and expecting. He..shouldn’t keep him waiting, right? He nodded, grabbed a piece, and put it right in his Master’s soft, plush mouth. He licked the frosting off of his lips, nodding in approval.

“That is a VERY good cake right there. Nice and moist.”

“I..take all the food was to your liking?”

“Oh definitely. The chicken curry, salted greens, oh and the tabantha bakes! I LOVED the tabantha bakes!”

He kept feeding Kohga piece by piece, watching as his lips enjoyed bite after bite. Kohga...did eat a LOT tonight. So many plates of warm, hearty food.

“I could tell. You kept dunking them in the poultry pilaf.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I have no idea how many plates of those that I ate.”

“I’d be more concerned over how many bowls of rice and meat you ate.”

Kohga groaned, giving his stomach a nice, satisfied rub.

“Ugh that meat was SO good. The rice was nice and sticky, the meat was juicy, you could wring that shit out. Thank god you got that cake, I’m starting to get hungry again.”

Sooga nodded as he kept sitting there, putting more and more cake into his mouth. Kohga was ever so hungry. Big, beautiful body DID need so many calories to keep it running. Sooga eventually ran out of cake, and he found himself still glancing at his big, heavy tummy. Kohga saw there was no more cake, and pouted.

“Ugh. I kinda want more cake. You think I should fast after this?”

“No! Absolutely not. You eat until you feel satisfied, Kohga. If you want to eat, you want to eat. I can go into the kitchen, have them make you another cake. Maybe something else to eat?”

“I’d KILL for a mushroom omelette right now. But I don’t want you to leave.”

Sooga thought about getting Kohga’s food anyway, but he just. Kept looking at how Kohga kept massaging at his tummy. Clearly he needed his help.

“Then I shall stay. We can give you a nice, big breakfast in the morning instead.”

“Whatever keeps us both here.”

Kohga burped into his hand, and Sooga immediately felt awful. His poor master’s stomach was clearly in need of his comforting hand. He crawled up to him, suddenly finding both hands on his belly, rubbing it in small, slow circles.

“I’ll stay here as long as you need. You just relax, my Master.”

Kohga chuckled, looking as if he’d stop Sooga’s fussing, only to put his hands behind his head, and continue to let him. Kohga didn’t speak as Sooga tenderly massaged his belly, staring at it longingly. It was so big, so beautiful, so full of everything that was good in this world. Sooga was attracted to him for his hands, his voice, his confidence, but honestly? His belly was his favorite part of him. He could feel the softness under the yiga uniform, feel the warmth under his fingertips. It was so lovely, so precious, just the weight of it all.

“Jesus Sooga, you’re easy.”

“Pardon?”

Kohga used his head to motion downward. Sooga looked down, and found himself aroused. VERY aroused. He pulled his hands away, grabbing a pillow to cover himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I didn’t say you had to stop, you know. Go on, do your thing. Don’t forget, you haven’t given me my birthday present yet~”

Sooga thought about refusing, but...well, he hadn’t gotten him a gift just yet. And he really, REALLY wanted this. He put the pillow back, and buried his face into Kohga’s stomach. One hand was used to grab and grope at his belly, the other was used to free his cock from his cloth confines. Kohga had such a big, wonderful tummy, he hated how absolutely hard it made him.

“I...really like your stomach, Master Kohga.”

“Ah ah ah. YOU’RE jerking off because of my stomach, on MY birthday. You call it ‘poochy tummy’ like a good boy.”

“Must I?”

“You wanna cum, then yes.”

Sooga groaned. He hated that everyone called it that, it was stupid, But, if that’s what it took, so be it.

“I...really like your poochy tummy. A lot. Especially after you eat. You look so full and content after you stuff yourself.”

Sooga was already panting, grip tight and slow on his cock, just how preferred it. It didn’t help that Kohga put his hand on his head, affectionately petting him like he was such a good boy.

“That why you offered to feed me cake?”

“...maybe.”

“Pfft. Pervert. But I like it, it’s cute, knowing your cock gets so hard for my full belly. You could totally feed me again, would you like that?”

Sooga’s whine was stifled by Kohga’s big tummy, but Kohga was taking that as a yes. Sooga was sitting here, pumping his cock because he wanted to make his big belly even fuller. Such a cute bottom. Sooga liked this so much, he was already feeling himself at the edge.

“Master Kohga, I don’t think I’m going to l-last much-”

“You gonna stay there, or you gonna get up here and cum on my poochy tummy?”

The idea excited Sooga so much, he practically leapt up to sit right on him. With a slow, tender hand, Sooga sat there, pumping his cock (and even rubbing his cock RIGHT on him, like a dream). Then he came. Ribbons of cum came from him, littering his big, soft tummy, it reminded him of a nice, fresh cinnamon roll. Sooga sat there for a moment, trying to take in the fact that his cock was sitting there, amongst his own cum, right on Kohga’s tummy. Kohga chuckled, giving a light shake of his head.

“You JUMPED for that, didn’t you big boy? Not that I mind, I wanted some more dessert.”

Kohga swiped his finger across Sooga’s head, and licked that bit of cum off his finger.

Kohga may be the gluttonous one, but Sooga was truly the one who was hungry.

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Okay but now that Mipha has reeled Link in, what if she needs to consult her wingman/bff Kohga for sex tips??

One, fuck you for saying 'reeled him in', thats hilarious. Two, this can only end in total disaster. Let's go!

“Ah, don’t act like we didn’t catch that, you little guppy you!”

Kohga had invited Mipha over for their weekly tea, and she was escorted by none other than Link. Knight who wielded the Master sword, silent hero, and Mipha’s boyfriend. As in, hand holding, snack sharing, and as he just saw, smooching basis. Mipha covered the lower half of her face, blushing up quite the storm as she walked into their base. Kohga nudged her shoulder as he walked her inside, practically giddy to see his little fishy so happy.

“It’s n-nothing! Really it wasn’t!”

“He planted a big, fat smooch, right on your fishy face! I saw it! Sooga saw it too, right?”

Sooga, as ever, clung to his Master’s hip. He nodded.

“Plus your lipstick is just a pinch smudged, your highness.”

Mipha checked her lipstick, as if she was caught doing something so lewd. Kohga pulled her chair out for her once they sat down at the dining table, chuckling as he took his own seat.

“I remember MY first boyfriend. I was no worse than you were. All giddy and excited. Though, my first boyfriend wasn’t as cute as yours, so hats off.”

Kohga motioned for one of the blade masters to bring over their tea and afternoon crepes. Her favorite dessert, made from fresh whipped cream, wildberries, and some fleet lotus seed sauce to top it all off. She nodded in thanks, ever the polite thing.

“Well, thank you, Kohga. It’s very sweet of you, helping me talk to Link. I think I’d stil be pining, if not for you.”

Kohga waved his hand, taking a sip of his tea.

“Eh, you would’ve gotten him eventually. You’re a cute little thing, he’d have to be blind. Or gay. Kinda thought it’d be the second one if anything, but hey.”

Mipha chuckled at that, helping herself to a bite of the crepe. He could tell she loved his cooking, given the way her eyes just seemed to light up. Kohga honestly and truly loved seeing her so happy. Though, he could sense she was...distracted. He took another sip of his drink.

“Alright, what’s eating you?”

“Pardon?”

“Something’s on your mind. Talk to me. Is it Zelda? I can take care of her.”

Mipha shook her head wildly.

“No! No no no, it’s not worth killing her over!”

Kohga held his hands up a bit in defense.

“I MEANT setting her up with a date. Jeez, murder isn’t the FIRST thing I go to. Even though I do it with style, don’t I Sooga?”

“Yes, Master Kohga.”

Mipha sighed in relief.

“Oh, good. Well, no, it’s not Zelda. We’ve talked about this, and she said she was happy for us. Even though she looked saddened, I can tell her feelings are true and sincere.”

“So...what’s the problem, then?”

Mipha held onto her tail fin, hiding her face in it. Whatever it was, it was clearly something embarrassing. Kohga motioned for her to get on with it, and she groaned a bit.

“Well...Link and I...are planning to...uhm…”

“Make love?”

Sooga interjected. Mipha nodded, practically burning up in her seat. Kohga threw his head back in laughter, smacking the table.

“Seriously?! Thought you guys were gonna be total prudes and WAIT! I fail to see a problem. Is it your dad? He seems like a real ‘wed before bed’ kinda guy.”

Mipha shook her head.

“While father does think like that, it is not his body he is offering. It is mine.”

Kohga nodded in agreement, taking a sip of his tea. His own dad was kinda like that, not that Kohga ever cared.

“Good on you! Proud of you, lil’ Princess. Though, the problem is what exactly?”

Mipha fumbled with her hands, before forcing herself to come out with it.

“I’ve never...done that before. I’ve only ever kissed one other man before, and that was one time. I’m...worried I won’t please him. So, since you and Sooga are very comfortable with one another, I was wondering...if you’d have advice for my first time?”

Kohga sat there for a second, deep in thought. Sure he acted goofy here and there, but Mipha was trusting him with something HUGE. The first time was one you don’t forget, ESPECIALLY when it was someone you really, really liked. In Kohga’s opinion, the vibe of the first time could make or break a relationship. She was coming to HIM for this, and it wasn’t something he was going to take lightly. He polished off his tea, before nodding at her.

“Okay. First things first, stuff you gotta tell ANYONE for their first time. You know, don’t get pressured into anything you don’t want. Don’t expect something wild and perfect, you guys are BOTH learning and exploring. And have fun with it! It’s supposed to be a fun thing, so it’s okay to laugh, to mess up, to just do things wrong. Long as it’s comfortable for you.”

While his words were true, he could tell Mipha was expecting way more. He probably just recycled some stuff she’d heard from ANYONE on this subject. He looked around, as if he didn’t want to be caught telling her some kind of secret.

“But...if you want something more...helpful than that, I can give you a little tip.”

Mipha’s eyes lit up in interest. Kohga motioned for Sooga to sit down next to him.

“Put your hair down for me, imma show her something.”

Sooga looked puzzled, as well as Mipha, but he obeyed, untying his hair, and lightly shaking it to help it settle. Mipha was clearly a bit surprised by seeing his hair down, as it wasn’t a common thing for a yiga to do, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Okay, so I know Link’s type, completely. He’s the strong, silent pretty boy. I can tell he likes his hair played with by just that alone, but have you SEEN all the way he styles it? This is a trick he’s gonna love, guaranteed. Now, flat hand,you’re gonna run your fingers through his scalp, like so.”

“Master Kohga, I don’t think it’s app-”

The second he felt Kohga’s fingers run through his scalp, he silenced himself.

“Then you make a fist. Don’t YANK, but have a little bit of ‘oomph’ in your pull. Watch.”

Kohga ran his fingers through his scalp again, before grabbing a good chunk of his hair, and pulling it back, making Sooga’s head fall back. Sooga’s fingers gripped the chair below him.

“See? Sooga here loves that shit. Don’t be afraid to get a nice handful, really shrunch up some of that pretty hair. Now this is something SOOGA likes, but you should test it out on Link, I’m pretty sure he’s just as much of a slut as Sooga is.”

Sooga was about to retort against such a claim, when Kohga moved his mask up, just enough for his lips, and started to nibble at his ear. His teeth ran along his earlobe, slowly and steadily. It made Sooga visibly squirm in his seat, and had Mipha not been staring at them, aghast, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from moaning. It was so slow, so careful, so FIRM. He never wanted Kohga to stop. He pulled away however, finally letting go of his hair. Kohga put his mask back down, shrugging.

“Pair that up with some neck nibbles too, I can pretty much guarantee he’ll be fawning over you. That’s my advice. Okay, you can go now Sooga.”

“I...uhm...think I need to stay sitting down, for just a moment.”

“God, you’re easy.”

Kohga rolled his eyes. Mipha could only gawk as the man next to him sat there, legs closed, and mask into his shaky palm. Mipha opened her mouth to speak, but found her words unable to escape. Kohga chuckled, shaking his head.

“I know how to treat boys. You gotta have a nice, firm hand. In every case. Either way, you got it, Mipha. He clearly likes you for you. Right Sooga?”

Sooga gave a meek nod, still lost in the sensation of his hair in his master’s clutches. 

Suffice to say, Link was in for quite the surprise.

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okay first off your writing is SO GOOD!!!!!! but i was wondering, since in most of the works so far some of the other yiga are kinda mean, could we get sooga and/or kohga bonding with a newer recruit? like they’re having a rough time adjusting and it’s just tender and sweet

One, the yiga aren’t exactly mean. It’s levels. See, the foot soldiers are very kind and respectable to Sooga, for his status, and devotion to Kohga. The Blade masters are hard on Sooga because he was once one of them. As such, they’re VERY competitive with one another, and accept nothing less than perfection from one another. The Blade master’s aren’t bad guys, they’re just way more heavy handed. Trust me, if push came to shove, these guys would have Sooga’s back.

And two, there’s actually a mission in aoc that kiiinda has something in those lines. It’s where a yiga member misses home, so you give him veggies to remind him of home (think it gives Kohga an extra heart???), so let’s do it based of that guy!

“Rounds, once more! Let’s go!”

Whenever Sooga wasn’t serving Kohga, he was busy tending towards the soldiers' training. He was busy training the newest recruits, and it was quite a solid lineup so far. Quick, devoted, opportunistic. Just what the clan needed. All but one. The one who seemed to be the most distracted. He was the newest one of the pack, having just joined the clan yesterday. He was slow, he kept tripping over himself, he kept fumbling. It was odd, given the fact that just the day prior, he was near the front of the pack. He tripped up yet again in the course, unable to dodge the obstacles set before him. He was about to get up and try again, when he looked up to see Sooga peering over him.

“Not you. Get up, follow me. Rest of you, follow HIS orders!”

He left the newbies to his own second hand, a man who was close to being Master Kohga’s right hand (long story). The footsoldier stood up, following Sooga. He stayed close to his side, less he got lost in the maze of the base. He then stopped into one of the storage rooms, shutting the door behind them. He looked down at the meager creature before him, and he couldn’t help but scoff. He didn’t look down on him for being on the lower rung of the yiga ladder, but for the fact that he wasn’t giving everything he had to the clan.

“Explain yourself.”

“I don’t, uhm-”

“You will look at me in the face.”

“You mean mask?”

He chuckled, but when Sooga didn’t do the same, he shrunk a bit. He fiddled with his fingers, clearly nervous under such an intense gaze. He went silent. Sooga fought the urge to sigh.

“You are now a member of the Yiga clan. Therefore, your devotion must be unlimited, and unwavering. Unless you are injured, you give all your body has to the clan. Do you understand?”

He messed with his fingers again, and Sooga couldn’t help but notice just how young he was. But a boy, in Sooga’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I know I said I wanted to join, and I’ve already sworn devotion to Kohga. But I just...I’m distracted.”

“Explain.”

The soldier hugged himself, clearly going into something uncomfortable.

“I...I dunno. I’m used to having a mom, and a dad, and my sister. I’m used to sitting down and having warm meals in my own bed, I miss playing with my friends. I miss my village, I miss the goats, the horses, even the cherry trees. I even missed being called by my own name, Alfo-”

“You do not speak your former name. You learn to look without a face, and to be silent, even when asking for help. You and your team must be in sync, and you could ruin it in your longing. Do you understand?”

He looked up at him, before nodding. Life in the yiga clan was not easy. He too, joined the clan, and felt the confusion. He too, yearned for his home way back when, and even now, he’d turn if he thought he heard someone speak his name. It was rough, especially at this young age. No one was to know of another member's past, aside from Sooga, but from what he gathered, his parents died, and his sister had gone missing. He needed resources, needed a place to stay as he searched for her. It was a noble dream, that much was certain. Sooga wanted to bark at him once more, before his heart seemed to recall what compassion was.

“Look. Perhaps you need independent training, until you grow comfortable with the other’s. I will train you myself.”

“Are you...serious? Really?”

The boy looked damn excited, but he stopped bouncing on his feet the second Sooga cleared his throat. This was going to take some work, it seemed, before this foot soldier could properly represent his clan. Still holding a chipper attitude however, he was sure to make the other aware of how important this offer meant to him.

“You will NOT regret this, Sooga! Not for one-”

He seemed to forget the door was closed, causing him to hit his face against the door, and swear under his breath. Sooga sighed. This was going to be a challenge, for certain.

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“Good, good. Again.”

Sooga was surprised how effortless this suddenly seemed to be. The little one started their training with more rants of home, more longing for what was once his life. Sooga, instead of telling him to hush and focus, allowed him to rant. It improved his skills considerably. His feet danced across the floor, his dodge timing was perfect, and although Sooga blocked them, his attacks hit their marks every time. He even managed to dodge one of his attacks, which was rare on someone so low on the yiga clan ladder.

“Right!”

Armed with but a Vicious Sickle, the young one found himself standing toe to toe with Sooga, enough so, that when their weapons locked together, the boy didn’t immediately fall over from his massive weight. Course, Sooga eventually gained the under hand, shoving him, and forcing him to drop his weapon. He looked ready for backlash, cowering as he stood there, when Sooga nodded.

“Nicely done. You lasted far longer than most. Seems as though you just needed to clear your head, young one.”

He bounced a bit on his feet, picking up his weapon and spinning it in his hand, suddenly overflowing with confidence.

“Well I mean...I AM pretty strong when I put my mind to it. Never really got picked on during school. Pretty smart to, I’d sa-ow!”

Not paying attention, he nicked his finger with the blade. He dropped it again, putting his finger in his mouth. Sooga rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick it up, before putting it back in his hand.

“Another rule of the blade. Respect your weapon. It is meant to serve you, but it is useless without the same amount of care. It is a mutual respect. Do you understand?”

He nodded, taking the blade back from his hand, and tucking it back into his belt loop. The boy was young, dumb, and eager to prove himself to his elder. If that didn’t ring any bells. The boy seemed to be done with his finger, and he finally found his voice.

“So, what now? We gonna learn some of the poof stuff? I wanna teleport and stuff!”

“That takes displicine, and concentration. Two things you do not have yet. It’s also why you are not allowed on the field yet.”

“Which is not fair!”

He cried out, following Sooga as they made their way to the dining hall. Most of the clan was happy to survive on mainly bananas, but the boy looked none too interested.

“What’s the matter? You are not hungry?”

“No, I am. I just...I kinda missed the food back from home.”

Sooga scoffed. Figures. Sooga couldn’t blame the poor boy for dwelling so much in the past. Not everyone was like himself, longing to forget his old life.

“Let me guess. You want something like meat stuffed pumpkin.”

Sooga didn’t expect him to gasp, and nudge his arm, clearly excited.

“How did you know!? Can you read minds!? What number am I thinking of!?”

“No, it’s just predictable, given what you told me about your previous life. Bit of a ‘bumpkin’, as I’d put it.”

Sooga chuckled. Maybe it was the fact that he grew up with younger siblings, maybe it was his natural knack for being a caregiver. But regardless, Sooga found himself charmed by this little one, enough to at least not bark and tell him to eat what he was served. Oh, he was soft in the heart, just like Kohga said. Speaking of Kohga-

“Sooga, there you are! Been looking for you!”

The dining hall was abuzz from Master Kohga’s presence. Excitement that the young one hadn’t seemed to fully grasp, like some newbies. Before Kohga could continue, he pointed towards Sooga, as if accusing him of something.

“Did you know he could read minds?!”

Kohga cocked his head to the side, clearly confused.

“What? No he can’t. Love the guy, but he’s stupid.”

“Oh, can YOU read my mind then? What number am I thinking of?”

Kohga folded his arms over his chest, scoffing.

“Easy, 420.”

“....Is this yiga magic? I wanna learn that!!”

Kohga seemed to find him just as amusing, shaking his head.

“This one of the newbies, isn’t he? The one you said you wanted to train personally?”

“Yes, Master Kohga. While his mind races with frivolous things, he does in fact, have some skills. His reflexes are swift, as well as his feet, even amongst the foot soldiers.”

“Am I...skilled enough to get meat stuffed pumpkin?”

Kohga cocked his head to the side, and Sooga had to pull him into a bit of a side huddle.

“He misses his old home, Master Kohga. Not to mention, some variety in their diet COULD do some good in terms or morale.”

Kohga scoffed, arms folded.

“I like this kid, but you can’t sit there and tell me this kid is THAT special, Sooga. I’m not going all the way out there just so he can have special eats.”

“....Please?”

Kohga knew that look in his face. Sooga would NOT let this go, he could tell. He groaned, lightly shaking his head.

“Fine, just. Fine.”

The kid seemed to hear them, and whooped in celebration. Right before his excitement made someone fall over, and drop their bananas everywhere. Kohga sighed.

“I can’t believe I like this kid.”

“Neither can I, Master Kohga.”

They watched him scramble and try to pick everything up, before slipping on one of the peels, starting the mess all over again.

“We’re essentially adopting him, aren’t we?”

“Essentially, Master Kohga.”

“Oh well. Least I can call myself a dilf now.”