#sidlink sunday

[crushcandles]

613/2000

[captainbogwitch]

Excerpt: The Hands That Wield the Sword

“Well! I’m positive that if Kodah were awake, she’d be able to figure out a way to squeeze him in amongst the others, but I’ll see what I can do.” He winks at the Hylian and Link can’t help but smile—the Zora were a good-natured people; he finds himself warming up to them quickly.

“Come now, traveler, follow me and I’ll get you room so you can take off those wet clothes and sit by a proper fire—a room is 40 rupees, but we’ll worry about that in the morning—I’ll bring you a plate after you get situated—I insist! I’m sure you’re starving after coming up all this way—Dunma, take balutan to your dad, it’ll save me a trip up to the bridge since you’re heading back there anyway.”

He walks away quickly before Link has a chance to interject at all, and before he knows it, Kayden has given him a key and he’s peeled off his wet clothes and hung them up and he’s sitting before the fire Kayden built wrapped in the blanket he pulled down from the bed, breathing in the smell of the smoke, the crackle of wood, reveling in the heat and warmth of the flame waiting for Kayden to return with whatever he’d made. But by the time the innkeeper knocks on the door a few minutes later Link cannot answer—curled up on the floor too warm and dry to wake.

[beartale]

SPLASH OF SIDLINK UPDATE!

Hello there, just letting yall know i took a break this week due to having surgery and being in recovery. I hope to have the next episode up for you next sunday! 💚💚💚💚

In the mean time here are some sidon doodles

[zephiraz]

With TotK reigniting everyone's interest in The Game, I've been getting like one kudos a day on my Sidlink short collection. I'm rather proud of a couple bits in it, so sharing it out again!

[bratty-bright-eyes]

Tagged by @seekers-who-are-lovers and @apocalypticromantic666. ❤️❤️ Thank you!

Three ships: SebaCiel Ofc! Snowbaz and Sidlink ❤️ wow all of them have a supernatural being boyfriends oo

first ship ever: Light and L haha I dont wanna talk about it

Last song: Autoheart, my Hallelujah. Ahhh please listen to it!

Last movie: Oh gosh.. Something me and my partner watched last night. It was stupid. Her and I fell asleep. It was about a Catholic School where there are demons?blah blah

Currently reading: "The temperature between me and you" I like it, but it reads a lot like a 2012 fanfic. Which is nice. But it seems very jumpy. A Lot has happened haha

Currently watching: The last of us! I like it! I can't wait until sunday ahh! I've played 10% of the game hah

Currently consuming: water! Stay hydrated! ❤️

Currently craving: Sleep haha

I tag: @adorothe @griever-bit-my-finger @gardening-darling and anyone else! ❤️

[mueritos]

Sidlink! Sunday!

So, Calamity Ganon’s been defeated, Zelda’s working on rebuilding Hyrule, and Link’s kinda just tagging along keeping her safe, back to his old job. To celebrate and truly welcome her back, Riju suggests throwing a huge party for Zelda’s birthday! Of course everyone knows it, it’s written all over the history books. Hundreds of people from every tribe and every corner of Hyrule show up to celebrate, and the festivities stretch on for several days leading up to her birthday.

While there, however, Sidon notices something odd. Link is sticking to Zelda’s side, silent and alert as duty demands. But he looks listless and dull, out of place. And Sidon isn’t the only one to notice. Word starts going around that something is wrong with the Champion. Link brushes off any inquiries. If it does not affect the princess’s safety, it is of no concern to him.

Finally, Sidon has the chance to approach Zelda in private, while Link is out of earshot. “Princess, I don’t mean to detract from the occasion, but do you happen to know when Link’s birthday is?” Sidon asks.

After a moment’s consideration, Zelda responds, “I… I do not know. Link never spoke much about the details of his life. I could tell you his favourite dessert, his favourite horse, and how much he can benchpress, but nothing of his family nor home life. I’m not sure he even knows, at this point.”

Sidon hums in thought, then an idea occurs to him. “So, what is his favourite dessert, then?” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes.

The next day, dignitaries and representatives from every tribe and town line up to offer words of welcome, of praise, congratulations and gifts to the princess. Zelda would rather not take so much from the people, but Impa assures her this is more a symbol than anything. They are welcoming Hyrule itself, celebrating the end of an age of ruin. Placing their hopes and trust in her. Perhaps she will find a way to put this wealth to use in rebuilding the kingdom later.

As the day goes on, the line shortens. Eventually Sidon and Muzu approach to offer gifts of diamonds from the king, and a pledge of the Zora’s support and fealty. Pleasantries are exchangedd, and Muzu turns to leave, so the next person can have their turn. However, Sidon steps forward. He still holds a small package. He approaches Zelda, then offers the package to the knight at her side.

Link, who until now had been so still he could have been part of the scenery itself, took the package carefully. He met Sidon’s smile with a confused frown; this wasn’t part of the script. He then looked to Zelda, whose own delight could rival Sidon’s. She motioned for him to go on.

“Well? Aren’t you going to open it?” Sidon asks.

With one last glance at the princess, Link unties the string and peels back the wrapping. Inside was a small cake - a base of fudge with chocolate icing, piled with succulent berries and drizzled with a decadent chocolate sauce. Just looking at it, Link’s stomach starts to rumble and his eyes go wide as saucers.

“We weren’t sure when your birthday was, Link, but I felt it only right that you should be celebrated as well. AFter all you’ve done for Hyrule, and for us, you certainly deserve it. Zelda said this was your favourite. Do you like it?”

Carefully, Link closes the wrapping and reties the string, then stashes it securely in his pouch. He beams up at Sidon and says, “I love it.”

Later that night when Sidon is home, he resolves to spend more time with the elders, teasing every historical tidbit he can out of them. Until he can figure when exactly they should be celebrating the gift that is Link, he decides that every day is worth celebrating. If that information is truly lost to the ages, he won’t let Link go unappreciated.

And certainly Link appreciates the constant stream of tiny chocolatecakes he’s been receiving since that party.

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This one made me really emotional i got tears in my eyes im big love for this 

[whethervane]

I’ve been replaying BOTW and getting back into the delicious, refreshing taste of My Bullshit(TM) :D

Somehow I never shared this before, but here are concepts for my Sidlink fan babies!~ Dina, Nayri, and Faroh, collectively known as the Golden Princesses when they grow older, are triplets born to Link and Prince Sidon through ~the power of love~ (and also maybe a magical Zora mask). Dina is the eldest and a total daddy’s girl with Sidon and Grandpa Dorephan, Nayri is the middle child and has the entire Zora council wrapped around her finger, and Faroh is essentially the embodied form of Chaotic Good... mostly Chaotic... just like Link~

[hylianfury]

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Ah, when your fireproof elixir wears off and you’re in the middle of a lava lake… also I hope you liked Bob and Steve, I spent literal hours cursing against them. Don’t worry about Steve, fire-breath lizalfos can swim in lava, he’s fine.

A big thank you to my beta reader @lime-jam who is teaching me a LOT about the language :D And thank you all for your support- I am not completely satisfied but it’s all a learning experience for me. As usual comments, criticisms or anything will be absolutely welcomed with open arms.

[bitchfitch]

I realize they fuck but consider… size differences are sexy.

anon, i One bajilion percent agree. thats why p much every character pairing i make has a Serious size difference. thats why i ship sidlink to the tune of 100k words on ao3.

but anon. beloved darling anon, this is a Lethal size difference, this is a "just the tip requires like 30 min of careful preparation" size difference this is a "the bigger one could easily cause severe tearing" size difference. this is a "the smaller one cant top bc unless ze has a Comically large dick its not going to be long enough to be any type of usuable" size difference

i know non penatrativ sex is a thing i know straps are a thing. but Yall. even just a bit of fingers in his/zer ass Sunday between these two would be a Hashtag Ordeal.

[tauxolouves]

its the best day of the week aka sidlink sunday

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(please do not repost)

[jadeile-writes]

Let’s talk about my newest fic spree because I wanna

First Imma talk Zelda. Hazbin will be discussed after. I’ll bold the first line of it so it’s easy to skip there if you’re so inclined.

But Zelda now.

Nobody has actually expressed any concerns about it, but I’m going to imagine that someone is losing sleep over this because it makes me feel important and stuff. And by "it”, I mean the “Shiiiit, she’s jumping fandoms, she is definitely going to abandon all things Zelda now and Adventure Gone Mini will never be finished and also the fandom will probably somehow combust without her, halp!”

That’s a valid concern. That happens a lot with writers, fanartists, and other content creators (and non-creators, but that’s less panic-worthy for most people). So, let me reassure you: I admit I’m a lot less enthusiastic about Mini nowadays, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to abandon it this easily. It started as and still is a passion project, and I’ve actually managed to write it consistently for over a year now, which is unheard of with me.

I’ve admittedly occasionally considered taking a break from it, but I’m well aware that if I stop writing it for any amount of time, chances are I’ll procrastinate getting back to it until eventually it’s officially forever unfinished. I’m not willing to risk that, which was actually the reason why I stopped publishing a new chapter every two weeks and switched to three weeks a few months ago. That way my flagging enthusiasm got balanced by having more time to get it done without it being a chore. That works really well, too. I can certainly keep this up since it’s already a routine and I do actually know where the story is going and everything. All I need to do is write it. Sometimes it’s boring and uninspired, sometimes I’m hella happy doing it, but the bottom line is that I’m able to do it regardless of my mood for it.

I’m not sure if I’ll do the Mini sequel I’ve occasionally talked about in my comment replies. It may just be that I’ll sigh out of relief when I’m finally done with Mini and decide to simply let it go. I can’t say yet. I mean, the sequel wouldn’t be anything much anyway, just revisiting the characters and places, having Zelda drop by, a peek at Sidon’s magical training, stuff like that, probably in the form of drabble chapters. So it wouldn’t really be that hard to write, but I can’t estimate my inspiration for it at this point. We shall see. It’s still months away, since Mini is far from done.

I’m not sure if I’ll really get back to that Revalink fic I’ve advertised in my blogs here and at Ko-fi, even if I don’t yet actually feel like dropping it. I mean, it’d be a breath of fresh air anyway, since it’s a different ship and timeline (as in, before Calamity). So who knows.

I’m reasonably sure I won’t be starting any new Sidlink fics, though that’s partly because I’ve already explored the ship so thoroughly with the fics I have that it’d feel repetitive. So that’s one thing you shouldn’t hold your breath for. I’m sorry.

As for the fandom as a whole... There’s the sequel to BotW coming up, so it just might toss me right back into the fandom right when I feel like I’m done being super active here (for the record, I typically don’t really leave fandoms forever, I just stop being obsessed). So, there’s still solid hope for more BotW fics in the future. But for now I’m definitely only doing Mini, and then my other fandoms on the side.

Oh, speaking of that. Yes, I’m writing hella lot of fics for Hazbin Hotel, and it might feel like I’m neglecting Mini by using my time for these other fics instead, but that’s not the case. I still have my weekly regular writing hour dedicated to Mini alone; no other fic is being written at that particular slot of time, and Mini keeps being steadily written. The other fics are written at random times, and that time would not be spent on writing Mini even if I stopped writing the other fics. I’d probably just use that time playing Pokémon Sword instead or reading other people’s fanfics or watching youtube or something. So, no need for jealousy or worry there.

Now, let’s talk Hazbin Hotel.

If you’re following me on ffnet or AO3, or simply keep an eye on the new Hazbin fics in general, you may have noticed that I published the first chapter of Aceducation yesterday. The next chapter will be published tomorrow. Yay! And the last chapter will be up this Thursday. Excite!

I’m actually very proud of the fact that I got a grip and wrote the last chapter that quickly after promising I’d get it done soon.

...Yes, of course there is an ulterior motive for being so prompt about it.

And that motive is that I want to start publishing “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”, or Afterlife for short, soon. I mean, since I plan on publishing one chapter a week, I already have a buffer of seven weeks at hand (yes, I finished chapter six today, so there is no longer an awkward gap between chapters there). That’s a long time to be used to write more, and also a long time for me to wait for my readers to catch up to the new stuff cause I’m excited about everything and I want you guys to see it : | So, I don’t want to wait any longer.

I don’t want to be wasteful about my general fic output by publishing all the fics at once, tho, so I needed to get the shorter fic, Aceducation, out of the way. That is, unless I wanted to hold onto it until after Afterlife was done, which would be months away with the once-a-week-and-over-ten-chapters schedule. Hence, suddenly a lot of motivation to get it done and published asap XD

Now, the question on your mind should be “Okay, so when do we get the first chapter of Afterlife?” And I have already decided on the answer: 6th of December.

Why that date? Multiple reasons. Starting with the fact that Aceducation will take until Thursday to be fully published, and I’m not publishing both fics at once. Secondly, since I update this blog on Saturdays, I want to hold on publishing the first chapter of Afterlife until after the next Saturday, purely so that I can officially put the posting date on the Update blog and post a spoiler snippet of the first chapter here before the actual publishing. Thirdly, and this is a long game reason, because of my Zelda epic, Adventure Gone Mini. I update Mini every three weeks on Wednesdays. Now, Sunday and Monday would be viable options for a weekly updating of another chapter fic, but I just don’t wanna. Tuesday is not an option, because then I’d be flooded with Hazbin feedback on Wednesday and that’d distract me from Mini (although that’s what I’m doing with Aceducation right now, ironically enough). Thursday I’ll be receiving feedback from Mini, so that’d be distracting me from Afterlife. But Friday works well long term, so Friday it is : D

If you feel like you can’t wait that long for the first chapter of Afterlife... well, I have it worse, trust me. I’m dying to post right this damn second XD That damn itch started the moment I finished writing chapter six today and was like “Huh, now I have seven consecutive chapters done. That’s seven weeks of content, and took me maybe two weeks to write. I now have seven weeks to write the rest of this fic, and obviously every finished chapter will bump that by one more week. ... ... why aren’t I already publishing the first chapter so that my future readers can start reading already agdakhdgkagdkga!!”

So yeah, I suppose that’s all I have to say. And this essay is about 1400 words long, which I would happily publish as a oneshot or a chapter if this was a fanfic. Can’t I stop being a writer for one damn second? Heh, see you around, my lovely readers!

[chainsawbettyloo]

Title: Boomerang Compliments 

Pairing: Sidlink 

Rating: E for everyone

Tags: fluff, established relationship, compliments, lovey dovey, they’re married, farm AU

Summary: They're on a farm, they love each other but sometimes, Link has a bit of a hard time comprehending how he ended up being lucky enough that he was able to marry such an amazing, handsome man

A/N: It took me such a long time to get this prompt OTL But, I hope that it’s okay! You didn’t say anything about farm AU and I wasn’t planning on writing a farm AU but that’s what this ended up as....

Cross posted on my AO3! Comments, reblogs and kudos are much appreciated! Also, prompts are still open so if you got one, send it my way

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Ignoring the sun beating down hard onto his back, Link roamed around on his hands and knees, yanking up pesky weeds as he found them. Being excessively mindful of the delicate plants that needed to stay firmly rooted in the soil, he blinked away the sweat that broke through the protective barrier of his eyebrows and dripped into his eyes. Every so often, he paused, wiped a sleeve or bare arm across his forehead, leaving behind a smear of dirt. The thin material of his work shirt stuck in all the wrong places and was completely drenched in several areas. Around him was the overwhelming, pleasant scent of plants and earth.

Tossing the weeds over his shoulder, letting them accumulate in a small pile on the edge of the garden, he paid less attention to the invaders he was expelling - eventually, the motion became second nature, with little focus needing to be put towards it - and more to the bounty that was growing in the massive garden that wrapped around his and Sidon’s small wooden house. Tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, peas, eggplant, zucchini, lettuce and cabbage; watermelons, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries; mint, basil, spinach, coriander, parsley and lavender - a goddamn feast of nature. Mouthwatering, jaw dropping, envy sprouting, just about the most beautiful sight anyone could lay their eyes on, and yes, he did intend to brag quite a bit about it when he next wandered into town.

And this year had been the most bountiful harvest the farm had had in a while. With the amount they had grown, there was more than enough to fill their cellar to the bursting point, and still have bushels full to take to the market to sell. Link felt a rueful smile tug at his lips. Last winter had been more than cruel, it had been gruesome. Bad for him, worse for Sidon who was used to the warm weather of the West. Link was, at least, used to the kinds of winters they got up in the North but poor Sidon - it had nearly knocked him straight outta his boots. Got to a point where his husband had been confined to the house, plopped straight down in front of the fire at all times. Drove him nearly goddamn crazy but he had survived the winter with his life, all digits and limbs intact.

Still, it had easily been one of the worst winters Link had ever lived through. Not the absolute worse - no, that honor belonged to the winter of his eleventh year, when his Paw had moved the family up to this neck of the woods. Mam’s uncle got kicked by a horse and died due a ruptured stomach, leaving her his farm, as well as everything on it - equipment, house, animals, barn, the whole picture. Paw, who had constantly filled the air with whining, whistling complaints about his job and the inferior pay, decided they’d take it, go back to living off the land like the settlers of the past, and made the family leave their small, albeit comfortable apartment in the city, and took ‘em up North.

Problem was, fucking bastard hadn’t had a lick of goddamn sense in his bald head. Also didn’t help he was about as smart as a boot, and as stubborn as a cranky mule. He weren’t ever wrong, it was everyone else who was wrong. Paw had brought them here without a single inkling as to what went into farming, fucked up nearly everything by the time fall had started, and when the first snow started trickling down from the grey sky, they were in what Link now referred to as ‘shit territory’. Their first winter on the farm had been hell on earth, and came close to killing just about all of them. Mam, a frail thing that coughed with every other word and who always had the complexion of old wash water, didn’t make it through that winter. Paw lost his left foot and three fingers on his left hand to frostbite. What animals they had had left froze to death, leaving them with nothing but the goddamn house, which, at that point, was about as bare and empty as a whorehouse on Sunday.

Paw didn’t stick around after that. He took Mam’s ashes, clamored up onto the back of the horse he was “borrowing” from a friend then left without a single glance back. Fled back to the city, leaving behind failure, decay and one goddamn unhappy kid. Link had been given the option to go but had vehemently spat into the hand offered to him. Angry didn’t even come close to describing how he had felt - he was pretty darn sure there wasn’t a single word in existence that could come close to articulating that rage. No way on earth was he gonna quietly follow after his Paw again. He’d rather suffocate in cow shit than do that. So, he had stayed. Goddamn eleven year boy, alone on a barren plot of land with no animals, no food and no idea what the fuck he was doing.

It was a miracle he had survived a day. He managed...somehow, he had managed. First few years were a blur, he couldn’t hardly remember a single second of them. There were flashes to be found inside his head but none of them pleasant so he didn’t linger on them. Things had gotten better six years in, and achieved ‘good’ level by the time he was twenty. Now, what had once been empty, hard, wasting land was filled with beautiful, vibrant, colorful life. Nearly every goddamn inch was covered with his harvest, his crops that had been nurtured and grown by his own hands. Standing up, head whirling with dizziness from the abrupt movement, he brushed the dirt from his hands and happily surveyed the land stretched out around him. Well, not just his hands. A good amount of the hard work that had led to such a bounty belonged to his husband.

Despite being a city boy with little to no knowledge of how to grow anything, Sidon had fared far better than expected. It was a little shameful to think of it now but during the beginning stages of him and Sidon living together, which had just been around the time winter was closing in, Link had been scared that it’d just be a repeat of the first winter he had spent on this land. Course, that line of thought had never been expressed to his husband. No, that was something he kept locked up tight in his heart. Thankfully, Sidon had quickly proved him wrong. The winter had been tough on him, which in of itself had been terrifying, but despite him being a bit stubborn and foolhardy, he knew when to shut up and listen, knew when to admit he was wrong, and, perhaps most importantly, learned from his mistakes, rather than run away from them. He supposed that while his father was the embodiment of everything not to do, Sidon was the opposite end of the spectrum.

Pushing sweat soaked hair off his forehead, Link closely inspected the patch of vegetation he was currently standing in, looking for even the slightest hint of something that shouldn’t be there. Only thing he could find was a nasty looking sprig growing right on the boundaries. He quickly yanked it up, tossed it away and nodded in satisfaction. One section done, fifteen more to do but before that, food. A quick sniff of the fresh, warm morning air told him Sidon was cooking up some breakfast. Floating from the open window in the kitchen was the mouth-watering scents of greasy sausages, fluffy flapjacks and something sweet. His stomach immediately began to make its excitement and anticipation known, gurgling and rumbling loud enough that it was almost deafening. Figuring there was no reason for lollygagging, Link set off towards their small house.

Going in through the screened kitchen door, which squeaked in protest as he pushed it open, he found the table already set and Sidon hovering over the fireplace. His long, vibrant red hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Little wisps of ruby hung around his broad, smooth face, floating softly in the sparkling morning sunlight. Long, slender fingers held onto a greased soaked spatula, which was currently being used to roll around several thick lengths of sizzling sausages. At the sound of the door opening, he turned and smiled dazzlingly, golden eyes sparkling with energy, enthusiasm and excitement, “There you are! Wash up, I’ll be done in just a second.”

For a moment, he was absolutely gobsmacked, utterly in awe of the person who he had been given the privilege to call his husband. How he had managed to end up married to someone so immensely beautiful was such a goddamn mystery to him. Not that he considered himself unprepossessing or repugnant - he actually was rather proud of his looks and personality - it was just that while he was a solid five or six, Sidon was an eleven. Very well-educated, articulate, dignified and clever - there was a reason his nickname had been ‘Prince’ back in his hometown. Compared to Link, who had a sea of dirt underneath his fingernails at any given moment, had problems getting out even the simplest of sentences, and whose schooling had stopped at addition and subtraction, he was so far out of his league that they might as well be on different continents.

“You’re going to make me blush if you keep staring.” Sidon said teasingly, favoring him with a warm, playful smile.

Blushing a bit himself, realizing that he had been blankly staring at his husband for several silent, awkward moments, Link let the kitchen door noisily slam shut behind him and sheepishly made his way over to the small washroom just off the kitchen. After quickly scrubbing his hands clean, taking extra care that the caked dirt underneath his fingernails was thoroughly removed, he splashed some of the refreshingly cool water on his face, made a mental note to top off the jug after breakfast and then dried both his face and hands off.

Walking back into the kitchen, he nearly collided with Sidon, who was waiting for him just outside the washroom. Managing to stop just in time, Link came to a stop, and looked up at him in confusion. Arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest, he regarded Link with a scrutinizing gaze and said, “You were thinking it again.”

“Huh?”

Sidon reached forward to gently tap the center of Link’s forehead with one finger, “You were thinking again that I’m out of your league, that I’m too good for you, that there’s a difference in quality between the two of us.”

Link gawked at him. It shouldn’t have been that obvious. If there was one thing he prided himself most on, it was his poker face. Even in the worst of times, he could remain, at least, looking like he was in control. His mind could be a shambles of anxiety and panic, and no one would know but him. The only emotions that showed on his face were the ones he deemed were acceptable. Could Sidon see right through that? The moment that thought crossed his mind, he realized it was an incredibly stupid one. Of course Sidon could see right through him, see him right down to his core, leaving him bared and naked in his gaze. How many times had Sidon been able to sense what he was feeling, without him ever speaking a word? How often did Sidon articulate the very same thought that he had been struggling to get out? Really, he shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

“Link…” Sidon sighed, tucking a curl of red behind his ear.

Ears burning with embarrassment and shame, Link fought against the urge to lower his head and opened his mouth to give some kind of reassurance or defensive, he hadn’t decided at that point when Sidon, suddenly, reached forward to firmly cup his face in the palms of his hands. Leaning down, he stared intently into Link’s eyes, his golden gaze so strong and intense that the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving behind nothing but that rich, beautiful hue.

“You are incredible, Link.” Sidon said firmly, “When I first came down here, I was awestruck by how you were able to run this farm on your own. Back home, when you used to talk about your farm, I never truly came to the realization of just how much work it was, how much effort it took to keep everything running smoothly, and yet, you handle it with such ease. And you’ve been doing it since you were a kid. That’s amazing, Link! You’re amazing! You’re so smart and strong and capable! There was so much that I didn’t understand when I first came here, and I’ll admit, it was so overwhelming that it was scary but because I was with you, because you were able to lead me with such a confident, loving hand that I was able to learn, to grow. I-”

Clapping a hand over Sidon’s mouth, the battle against bowing his head now lost, Link stared down at the floor, knowing his face had to be as red as the tomatoes happily growing outside, and mumbled, “E-enough, I get it.”

Yanking his hand away, Sidon pulled his head back up, his gaze softer and warmer now, “I love you, Link. I love you so much, and I think you’re one of the most wondrous people. Your resolve, your strength, your steadfast nature, your kindness; all of it make it impossible for me not to adore and admire you. You think that it's a mystery how someone like me and someone like you ended up together but the answer is so simple.”

Closing the small distance between them, Sidon gently pressed his lips against Link’s. Breathing out sharply through his nose, Link, still thoroughly flustered, managed to clumsily wrap his arms around Sidon’s broad shoulders. Pushing himself up onto his tiptoes so that his husband wouldn’t have to lean down so far, grateful for the reprieve in the constant barrage of compliments, heart hammering hard against the confines of his ribs, Link focused intently on the feeling of Sidon’s firm lips pressed against his own. These were the only lips he had ever kissed, and they were also the ones he was intending on kissing. He was pretty sure there were no other pair that could compare.

Breaking the kiss far too soon, Sidon leaned back, two bright blotches of red dying his cheeks, and smiled lovingly, “You’re irresistible, Link. If anything, I’m grateful that you chose me.”

Panting a little, Link stared up at him in surprise for a moment then shyly lowered his head. Biting his lip, he pulled in a deep breath, clenched his hands into tight fists and choked out in a gushing rush of words, “I didn’t choose. You were the only ones I had eyes for. I couldn’t look away from you. There was no one else but you.”

He felt Sidon jerk in surprise, which was followed by a giddy giggle. Suddenly, he was pulled into a tight embrace and Sidon was raining little kisses all over his face. Pulled up off the floor, all he could do was hang in his husband’s embrace as every inch of his skin was blessed with a soft smooch. Not that he was complaining about being in such a predicament. Wrapping his arms loosely around Sidon’s broad back, he felt a big smile naturally appear on his face. Getting those words out, as embarrassing as they were, felt so good. Stuff like that didn’t come easily to him, but he would need to make a habit of saying that kind of thing more often. He was sure Sidon would appreciate it as well.

“I love you, Link.” Sidon breathed, nuzzling against him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Link mumbled in return, feeling like all the blood in his body was currently in his face.

“I’m glad, Link. I’m so glad.”

“Me too.” Link whispered, snuggling closer to him, burying his face into the crook of Sidon’s shoulder.

There they stayed for a long while, simply enjoying each other’s touch and warmth when Sidon, suddenly, jerked and yelled, “The sausages!”

Dropping Link rather abruptly, he darted over to the fire, which had died down to a glimmer. After regaining his balance, Link followed after him. Looking over his shoulder, he found that, thankfully, the sausages were a bit burnt but far from inedible. It probably hadn’t been that long of a time between Sidon leaving the fire’s side to now. Drooping his shoulders, Sidon sighed in relief then turned to smile sheepishly up at him, “Maybe, next time, we should keep a conversation like that as tabletop discussion.”

Link smiled back and nodded, grateful that they hadn’t had been burnt to a hunk of rock. Sidon would have been so dismayed if that had happened. Stepping up to his side, he gazed down at the pan for a moment, then glanced over at his husband. Reaching over, a little hesitantly, he brushed the backs of his fingers along the curve of Sidon’s cheek. Without taking his eyes away from the fire, Sidon reached up to take his hand in his own, brought it to his lips and kissed it softly. Swallowing with some difficulty, Link took a deep breath, knelt down beside him, leaned over and lightly kissed the corner of his husband’s mouth.

He felt Sidon turn in what was surely a motion to capture his lips in a firm kiss but before he could manage that, he pulled back. Their eyes met, Sidon’s gaze a little surprised, and Link fought to keep the contact. Taking another deep breath, he choked the first time he tried to get the words out but managed success the second time.

“I think you’re incredible too. You were thrown into a situation that you were lost in. You not only made the best of it, you thrived. You kept going even if you failed. You put so much effort into learning everything you could, and made the best out of everything. You adapted, even though it was difficult. And I’m,” he couldn’t do it anymore. His gaze fell to the floor, his cheeks practically glowing with heat, “really proud of you.”

Everything had sounded better in his head but he had, at least, managed to get the jist of it out. Abruptly standing, trembling a little, he turned to make his way over to the table, where he planned to become very acquainted with every detail of his plate, when Sidon grabbed his hand. Coming to a stop, he bit his lip, hoping that he wouldn’t be made to turn around. Thankfully, his husband seemed to sense that he was close to being overwhelmed and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Warm breath ghosted over his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Squeezing tightly, Sidon placed a warm kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Thank you, Link. You just made me incredibly happy.”

Wrapping his fingers lightly around the wrist of one of the arms encasing him, he leaned back into Sidon’s warmth and mumbled, “I’m glad.”

Another kiss then Sidon said, “Go sit down. I’ll get everything ready.”

With that, he released Link from his embrace. Grateful to be able to escape to the safety of the table but also mourning the loss of his husband’s warmth, he strode over, plopped down in his chair and forced himself to keep his chin up. Some of the heat was slowly seeping out of his cheeks, though he was pretty certain he was still a bright shade of red. Still, he discovered that he was happy. He was incredibly happy. Happier than he had been just minutes ago, when he had been outside, surveying the fruits of their labor. He felt happy, light and just plain good. Without a doubt, even though it was difficult, he would need to make a habit of having discussions like that with Sidon more often. It would probably be good for the both of them.

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I would again love the artsy stuff for sexy sunday... SidLink, humans and monsters etc. :-)

That’s an excellent idea, nonnie! I will get you some! :D

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Sidlink Sunday!

It was just too much. Between the shrines, koroks popping up every five feet, surprise bokoblin raids, and the blood moon happening just as he’d finally defeated that Lynel menacing a stable, Link was worn ragged. And if it wasn’t monsters, it was sheikah monks and aged faces he didn’t recognize nagging him to keep going, the princess needs you, you must save Hyrule. He couldn’t even muster up the energy to experiment at the cooking pot, which was usually his favourite way to pass his hours of rest. When he was certain he was alone, sequestered away in a grotto off a river, the entrance blocked from view by a bend in the river, Link snapped. He yelled himself hoarse, kicked a rock, regretted it immediately, and threw himself to the ground. He lay there, rubbing his fists against his eyes, wishing for another century-long nap. He planned to stay in darkness held at bay only by dimly glowing luminous stone deposits, listening to the gentle swell of the river, until he grew too cold to linger any longer. There were no observers, no monsters or passing travelers, no one would know he needed a break. Then when he was ready he would return and carry on with his mission. At least, that was the plan. The telltale splash of a Zora diving underwater dashed Link’s hopes for his moment of weakness going unnoticed. Link groaned and rolled onto his side, determined to ignore it. Again silence enveloped him, the kind of silence borne on water kissing stone in gentle waves. It was steady and constant, a soothing backdrop that nearly lulled him off to sleep. Nearly. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before the surface of the water, and his sweet silence, was broken by someone stepping out of the river. Wet webbed feet slapped against stone, followed by the muffled thumps of two heavy objects dropping to the ground somewhere behind Link. Still he lay there, determined to ignore it. When the visitor plopped onto the ground, Link finally gave in and rolled over with an aggravated sigh. He was greeted by shocking red scales, glinting silver jewelry, and a bright, sharp smile. Sidon waved at him, and Link immediately shot up straight, hoping the dim lighting would hide the flush in his cheeks. Did the Zora he heard earlier report back to the domain? Sidon must know all about his childish tantrum by now. Why, then, would he come all the way out here? But the fish prince said nothing, merely folded his hands in his lap and waited, the smile never fading from his face. Link pulled himself together to sit cross-legged. He cleared his throat when it became apparent Sidon was waiting for him to initiate, but no words could come to mind. Instead, his eyes drifted over to the two tall wicker baskets beside his guest. Following his gaze, Sidon turned to open the first of the baskets. He set the lid aside and tipped the basket for Link to see. The basket was lined with ice, and packed inside was raw chopped fish of all sorts. Thick marbled salmon, tuna as deep a red as Sidon’s scales, succulent scallops, sliced octorok tentacle… Link’s mouth started to water just looking at it. Sidon then unfurled a mat of woven tree bark and spread it on the ground between them, then tipped the contents of the basket onto the mat. From the other basket he withdrew several small jars and set them beside the pile of fish. One contained a mess of small, orange fish eggs, another was filled with bits of dried seaweed, the third contained toasted seeds, the fourth and fifth various sauces. Link looked back to Sidon, confusion written on his face. Sidon took the nearest piece of salmon and popped it in his mouth, then offered one to Link. Still, no words. No judgement. Link took the bit of fish, briefly brushing Sidon’s hand as he withdrew. It was simple and clean and practically melted in his mouth, the knot of anxiety melting from the pit of his stomach with it. The two of them ate in silence, steadily digging through the pile. Link hadn’t even realized how hungry he was until they finished off the first few jars of sides and Sidon set out more. And when they couldn’t eat one more bite, Sidon carefully stowed the rest of it away, with Link helping to clean the dishes. And still, no words. Sidon looked to Link, his brow quirked in concern. Link nodded with a brief smile, but shortly after his face fell, and he felt tears pricking at his eyes. After everything, the trials, the solitude, the recurring battles that felt like he was barely treading water, this kindness was just… too much. Sidon moved to sit beside him, but Link couldn’t bring himself to meet Sidon’s gaze. He felt a hand on his back and flinched, unused to contact of any sort. Sidon started to withdraw, but Link leaned into the touch. He soon found himself wrapped in strong arms, engulfed in a hug twice his size. He pressed his face into Sidon, riding the rise and fall of Sidon’s chest - did Zora even breathe air, he wondered? But the thought was lost, washed away in the gentle lapping of the waves. And here he finally fell to slumber, safe in the knowledge that he would be woken by a friendly face long before a century passed.

(this one kinda got away from me rip)

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hi this one ruined me MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sidlink Sunday: There’s no way Link spends that much time outside and doesn’t pick up some sort of crafting, or at least fiddling with things to pass the time. Make flower crowns, carve small bits of wood, scratch drawings on rocks, etc while waiting out a storm. One day he’s waiting out a storm at Zora’s Domain, stringing together some pretty rocks he found. Of course everyone around wants to see what he’s doing, and Link’s gathered a rather large crowd of onlookers. But he’s not really one for attention and gets nervous under such scrutiny. He drops pieces, fumbles and spills half of what’s on the string, puts things on backwards.

In a fit of frustration Link drops his project and gives up, he can’t focus with so many people watching. Just when he sets about picking everything up to put it away, a cascade of tiny seashells and fossil bits spill onto the table and Sidon plops down into the seat across from him, radiant as ever.

“You looked like you were running low on supplies, so I found these on the seabed for you. Might I join you, Link?”

(And they crafted happily ever after)

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this one just warms my heart 

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Sidlink Sunday, Link Speaks (once) Edition

I bet Sidon studied performing arts as a kid. He would play pretend with Mipha all the time, and she taught him all sorts of plays and poems, and taught him how to act so he could join in on plays too! He was such a passionate and excitable kid, he was perfect for performing.

And perhaps he got slightly too busy to keep acting as he grew older. His duties as prince came first. After the defeat of Vah Ruta, however, he found a new use for these skills. For one day, absolutely nothing could cheer Link up. Not the brightest smile nor biggest cheer, not a whole buffet made just for him. The resident Goron even tried giving Link a Cool Rock, but it seemed Link's responsibilites weighed too heavily on him that day. But Sidon had an idea.

Link at first was very perplexed to see Sidon saunter out into the center of the domain, carefully positioned to be directly in Link's line of sight, but very skillfully not acknowledging the Hylian. Instead, another Zora strutted out to meet Sidon, this one rather more stiff in her movements, and wearing a very funny hat. She knelt and pressed her forehead to the floor, an oversized piece of seaweed stuck in her hat - perhaps imitating a feather? - flopping down between them. Sidon addressed her, his voice clear and strong enough to carry across the whole plaza. The woman responded, but stumbled over her words, her mumbling too quiet for Link to hear. Something about spinach...? Sidon glanced furtively at Link, then cleared his throat and forged on. And as he spoke, Link frowned - something about this speech seemed familiar...

While Link was trying to puzzle out what it was, the woman got up and left. Sidon took a deep breath, and when next he spoke it was with Mipha's voice.

The Domain was gone. Link stumbled back, the lack of sunlight and air on his cheeks like a punch in the gut. He reached a hand out to steady himself, and caught hold of a large stone- a chair? A... A throne. To his left sat Zelda, her father beside her, both their eyes locked on the Zora princess. He followed their gaze to see Mipha now surrounded by Zora dressed in flowing gowns of plain white and pale blue silk, dancing circles around the princess. She continued to speak, her words a bubbling brook that swept up all in the room. She wove a riveting tale of comedy and adventure, of a daring lad traversing the seas in search of fortune.

Just as she reached the climax of her story, one of the dancers stepped on the hem of another's dress, and the whole party came tumbling down, Mipha lost beneath the tide of silk. Gasps and shouts of worry rippled across the room as a guard ran onto the stage to extricate the princess. Link blinked, and saw Sidon's head poking out of the pile. Link rubbed his eyes, and the Domain returned. There he saw Sidon flat on the ground, trying to extricate himself from a pile of his own.

Sidon caught Link's eyes, and smiled sheepishly. "Ah, sorry about that. We were quite the mess," he said. Sidon pushed a fold of silk out of his eyes before continuing. "Perhaps you would let us try again? We didn't have all that much time to organize, you see, and-" Link laughed, louder and longer than he had since waking on the plateau. After a minute, Link finally caught his breath enough to speak.

"No- I mean, yes- Or... Yes, that was good. Very good," Link said. I would love if you could perform again sometime. Please?"