#skyward sword fanfiction

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Actually, whatever link you think is best for eating out a reader lol

You have good taste (no pun intended) I trust your judgement here

Eating S/o Out HCs (Adult Link)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗶 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘇 𝗳𝗮𝗻, 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗲𝗵𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :)

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 (𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹) 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗟𝗢𝗟

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Skyward Sword

Favorite Position?

You? Sitting on his face.

Sleepy boy likes to take things easy

So having you grind on his tongue all you want while he’s laying in bed? The absolute dream

He definitely won’t be too loud when he’s with you since his mouth is a little more than occupied

But you can earn yourself a groan or two from him whenever you dug at his hair

He probably likes the fact that he has the perfect view of your expressions while you make yourself feel good

But try not to run away from his mouth when things start to feel too good

Because he’ll be quick to grab your hips and keep you right where you started

He might seem a bit lazy but the Hero of the Skies is always gonna finish what he started- including you <3

Twilight Princess

Favorite Position?

You on your back with his face between your thighs of course!

I’m talking full-on muff diving

He’s 1000% the type to enjoy eating you out just because he has so much control over your body and your pleasure like this

Not to mention, he can watch you squirm and whine all he wants with the perfect view

He’s definitely really good at reading what you need and want from him

And he’s even better a giving or denying you that too, unfortunately

But if you’re close, you’ll get exactly what you want as long as you beg for it <3

And I mean really beg for it- wolf boy is a sweetheart but he doesn’t work for free

Though just try not to act too surprised when he tongue fucks you through an orgasm

Breath of the Wild

Favorite Position?

Him kneeling before you as you throw a leg over his shoulder and he goes to town

Bonus points for him if he can get away with eating you out while outside and against some random tree

They don’t call him wild for nothing <3

Now he’s been out of the game for a little bit so he might be a little rusty

But don’t worry- he makes up for all of that with his enthusiasm hehe

Out of the Links, he’s the one who will practically beg you to let him go down on you because he’s bored and has nothing to do while dinner cooks

But whatever happens…do NOT pull his hair. no matter how good it feels

You don’t want to encourage him too much while he’s already up your skirt

You do want to be able to walk on your own two legs later, right?

Hyrule Warriors

Favorite Position?

69 with you on top, naturally

He’s definitely a bit of an ass man so I hope you don’t mind him spreading and playing with some cheeks

And of course, he loves the feeling of your lips wrapped around his dick don’t get me wrong

But to him? It’s not as good as seeing you try to look back at him when he’s going crazy on that clit

He obviously going to be good at what he does- like have you seen him

With the way he fights it’s should come as no surprise that his first move is going to be trying to overwhelm his opponent (or in this case, you <3)

Loves receiving and giving sure but he’s the type of guy to get off on seeing his partner whimper and moan and struggle to keep up

So you can expect things to get a little more than heated as he attempts to make you scream his name

He won’t stop until you’ve made a mess of his face so you better hold onto to something- like that scarf perhaps?? ;]

[uncleskyrule]

Words: 1,841 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Red & Sky, Four & Sky Characters: Sky, Red Additional Tags: POV Sky, Sky Needs a Hug, Sleepy Sky, Sky gets a hug, Link Has Narcolepsy, Narcolepsy, Hypersomnia, Sleep disorders, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Sky-centric, Sky Has Issues, Four Splits into the Colors, Good Brother Four, Tired Link, Hugs, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Platonic Cuddling, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mija the Great Fairy is there for a second, Author Projecting onto Sky, One of the Colors Pretends to be Four Series: Part 34 of Linktober, Part 7 of nine heroes, one spirit Summary: “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s okay. But can I at least give you a hug?”

The uncharacteristic request jolted Sky out of his negative spiral. He turned to look.

Four was waiting with open arms.

Linktober Day 25: Fairy & LUtober Day 20: Healing

[zelda-deep-wilds]

Story Spotlight #2! "Caring For An Amnesiac Demon Sword Boy" by LifezVictory

Hello and welcome to Zelda Deep Wilds' Story Spotlight!

I'll be sharing works by talented writers I come across, fanfics that exemplify the hidden gems theme of my blog. Like this one!

Caring For An Amnesiac Demon Sword Boy on AO3 Or read it here on Fanfiction.Net Rated T

Summary: Very AU and crack. During their final battle, Link lands a critical hit on Ghirahim, causing him to lose all his memories, and actually become a nice person? And being the hero he is, Link can't just leave the demon to fend for himself… Platonic Ghiralink friendship, found family and possible QPR. OOC, obviously.

Shared with permission of the author, @lifezvictory.

This story makes me so happy.

Despite the humor tag, the serious parts are treated with the utmost respect. And the story itself is so sweet. Do yourself a favor and give it a try!

Also, do check out the two short works in the author's same series, (Queer)Platonic Ghiralink on AO3 and also posted separately on FF.N.

We all need more sweetness and well thought out stories in our lives, and this is one of my favorites. Yay for cuddly Ghirahim, respect for Fi, and a VERY interesting take on Hylia, Demise, Zelda, and Link!

And we definitely need more friendship, found family, and queerplatonic relationship fanfiction. This is a lovely example!

Traysi's Recommendation: 5 stars

[blarefordaglare]

”I’ll miss you guys.” The skyloftian hero locked his eyes with the eight boys and men. Tears pooled around at the corner, blurring them into worried blobs, their look prematurely screaming grief. He found it ironic-he started it all, now it’s his turn to end it.

The seconds felt like hours of tense silence, mixed with the white noise of sobs that were held captive at the bottom of the throat. It was the hero of Time who broke that silence, his boot digging into the dirt as he stepped closer. His hands reached out, but didn’t touch the fellow hero.

His fingers curled around her. The blade of evil’s bane.

Sky braced himself for a series of harsh words towards the sacred metal, but he found none. Instead, the man’s voice started as a choked whisper, “Keep him safe,” his voice cracked, like how a child would losing someone they love, “Like he did to you all those times. Keep my boy safe.” The clear, salty droplets of water pooled onto the sword, then sliding on the ground. “Please.”

Sky tentatively reached out, his fingers curling back around the Master Sword, “I’ll be okay, I-“ his breath stopped his tongue from lying. He may never be okay, this may be his end. That part of him though, the spirit that bangs on his heart like a drum, refused to take failure as an answer, “I promise.” His features, once soft and delicate now stood proud and serious against the setting sun, his cheeks tense and his eyes narrow in an intelligent, calculating manner.

Without waiting for a response, he stepped into the portal, allowing him to encounter the source of this curse.

“You hurt me,” the hero stated, “I killed you once.”

The demon king was already drawing his blade.

“You hurt my family, my home,” He inhaled deeply, his knuckles turning white from the grip on his sword, “I will kill you again.”

[yasmeensh]

Got the Master sword! I believe there is still one more upgrade to go...

Bonus Groose after Link sealed the imprisoned.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Trapped on the surface after dark, Link has an encounter with Ghirahim that he doesn't understand, with consequences that neither of them saw coming. Blind!Link AU. Posted originally to ff.net - see notes for details. COMPLETE.

Author: @aperplexingauthor

[yandereunsolved]

✧ ☾ Yandere Ghirahim ☾ ✧

"Oh, look at my small, dear sky child just waking up from their fitful slumber."

"What the—mhm... hmm... hmpf...!"

"You must be so confused. I understand entirely. I am the Demon Lord who presides over this land you look down upon, this world you call the surface. You may call me Ghirahim, or Lord Ghirahim. In truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with any sweet pet name you choose for me. But I'm not fussy."

"Wha— hmm... mhm... hmpf... mhm... mhpf... hmph!!!"

"Hush now, while I recall the story of how our destiny's were intertwined by the red string of fate. Long ago, my master spoke of you. He told me that you would be my only weakness. He shared your visage with me in a vision of the future. He promised you to me. That news just filled my heart with rainbows!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Help someone, anyone! Mhm... hmpf... hmm... mhmpf...!"

"My love, as arousing as your screams of desperation may be, I have to tell you that no one is saving you. You belong to me now, my sweet summer skychild. As long as you behave, you shall be treated with the finest jewels and linens, and please help me in service to my master Demise. However, if you go against my master's wishes with our eternal union, I will have to punish you most deliciously."

[spicyicetea]

I decided to draw my Y/N with Skyward Sword Link, like I detailed in my last post.

And I did also promise a oneshot so heh enjoy. I know @rainstops will enjoy this, dirty simp >:)

I can't let you leave

Skyward Sword!Link x Spirit!reader

Warnings: swearing•blood•smut•various kinks/breeding/virginity loss/etc that I've forgotten.

The Master Sword glowed with a lustre as the small Hylian woman landed on the ground beside the tall blonde. Zelda had hugged him right before running off to find her father. The S/C woman smiled at the sight, inspecting the blade on the man's back. He turned to her and she broke from her trance to look up at him.

“So, our journey together is over.”

“What?” the man’s eyes widened as the woman nodded.

“Master, there will be many reincarnations of you in the future. You must seal me back in the Master Sword so I may rest until I can aid them.”

“No,” he furrowed his brows while grabbing her wrist.

She frowned, understanding he must have been hesitant to say goodbye to such a powerful weapon. He pulled her behind him away from prying eyes as he grits his teeth. He wasn't saying goodbye to her yet, he couldn't. Due to having to save the world and that Zelda girl who likes him, he hardly enjoyed his time with his beloved. Of course, she was unaware of his devotion to her, but she would soon be aware.

Oh, how the gods must frown upon him now, betraying the love they had chosen for him for some common girl. He worshipped the ground she walked far more often than he ever cared for the fate of those around him. When she would get distracted by the world around her, she would never see him threatening people to get her anything she expressed interest in.

“Link! Look, this looks like your tunic! It's cute and... So expensive, Link we need to save your rupees for potions and bombs!” Y/N yelled, laughing awkwardly after noticing the high price.

Link can remember handing her his pouch of rupees and telling her to grab some potions for him while he held a blade to the shop owner's neck to get what she wanted. He can remember her excited face once she realized he had gotten it, clearly unaware of the blood he had to wipe from his sword mere moments before handing the dark blue tunic over. She twirled once putting it on, loving how she now looked like him, just without the green and the strange hat.

She was always his, she just hadn't realised it yet. The way he gave her that spare belt so he could watch her tunic cling to her curves as she patched him up after fights. How she would cook him food, worrying about him missing home and losing motivation, although watching her kneel over a fire roasting mushrooms while humming was all the motivation he needed. That adorable smile and little wiggles on his lap as she falls asleep in his arms, trying his hardest to control the throbbing in his pants as she mumbled in her sleep. They were basically already married, he watched her sleep and helped get the dried dirt off of her when she bathed, he was the only one who noticed how she adored helping the kids that ran up to her, thinking she was a goddess. At least those kids knew how the world should view her.

They were already together and she just hadn't realised. All she needed was a little hint. A nudge in the right direction.

The two slowed as Link looked to see no one was near. The shadows hid them perfectly between the two houses, neither of which occupied. Celebration was thriving in the town square as Zelda returned, leaving Link with the privacy he desired. Y/N raised a brow while looking up at him.

“Master, I understand that we've become friends during our journey, but you have your friend back now. I must be sealed back away, and this isn't near the resting site of the Master Sword...” She frowned, clearly also sad regarding the way everything had to turn out.

“No, you don't understand!” Link yelled, tugging his hat off and letting his blonde hair loose.

Y/N pouted and instinctively reached forward to play with his hair. Whenever he was stressed after a battle she would always play with his hair. He’d rest his face against her chest, or even just smother himself in her cleavage while she braided his hair. He bit his lip as her fingers ran through his hair. She tried to pull him into a hug like she always does but he just furrowed his brows and rested his forehead against hers, resisting her embrace.

“Link? Are you alright?” Y/N asks.

His hands flew to her hips as he pushed her against a wall. She squeaked in pain at the movement, looking up at him with a sort of concern. He looked down at her with an expression she had never seen before. His eyes dilated and focused on her. Lips parted as he panted.

“Link?”

One of his hands flew to grab her cheeks, tilting her head up to look at him properly as leant closer. Her eyes widened as she pressed herself against the wall to give him space, his knee forcing her legs apart to rest on the wall between her thighs.

“Why don't you understand?” he sighed.

“Understand? Oh, Link did I offend you at any point? Am I misreading your relationship with that Zelda? I just didn't want to assume that you two were romantic so I just said friends. I'm sorry-”

“No, not another word about that Zelda! Ugh.” he groaned. “You, why can't you just...”

“Just what? What's wrong?”

“Why can't you understand? I want you!”

“Want me? Like the Sword? I'm not actually the sword Link...” she chuckled before Link yanked her hair back gently and smashed his lips against hers.

She jumped slightly as his hand slid down to the hem of her tunic before sliding back up her thigh. He knew if he continued he'd lose control but it was so addicting. The way her soft thighs squished in his hand, and the delicate whimpers they earned pulled him further. It didn't take long until he pulled her hips closer to relax on his clothed knee, bouncing it lightly. She let out a gasp-like moan as his thigh bumped against her clit while his knee nestled against her delicate flower between her thighs.

He smirked watching her quickly flush red and become flustered as she moaned quietly. One of the many things he loved about her was her purity, innocence... lack of panties due to them being stuffed in his pocket the second day they were travelling together. He continued rubbing his knee over her slit as her eyes watered up and she grabbed at his tunic.

“Y/N, hey hey it's okay-”

“Link! Please, it feels so strange! Ah, please.” she moaned.

Link grinned and bit his lip, fumbling with his belt as she began bucking on his thigh. Her slick dribbled through his trousers as she continued to hump his leg like a hungry animal. He grinned watching her squirm, if only he had done this sooner. Her lips met his as she pulled him back into a kiss and he tugged his trousers down. His hands lifted her by her thighs and slammed her against the wall, biting her lower lip.

“Mph, Link. I feel so fuzzy... Please fix it.” She moaned, holding his shoulders to stay stable.

He gulped hearing her moans, feeling himself lose control. Y/N let out a whimper as he pulled her back into the kiss. She ran a hand into his messy hair as he pulled his pants down far enough for his cock to spring out of his boxers. Y/N sighed as she pulled out of the kiss, panting. Link chased her lips, kissing the tip of her nose while rubbing his thumbs in circles over her thighs. He hiked one of her legs up and over his shoulder, he back being pressed against the wall. Link licked his lips as he used his fingers to spread open her folds. She whimpered, not used to the foreign sensation.

“Ah! Link, what are you doing?”

“Shh, don't worry darling, I'm fixing the weird feeling, just like you asked me to.”

Y/N just whimpered as his tip pressed against her, Link fighting the urge to buck into her. He bit his lip as he pushed the head in and she let out a high moan. Her nails dug into her leg as she tries to not scratch him. Link just rubbed her hip, pressing kisses to her thigh as she struggled to take him.

“It's okay dear, just relax,” he cooed.

“Mph, it hurts,” she whined.

“God, I love you Y/N. Please don't leave me,” Link moaned and thrust the rest of the way in as Y/N moaned loudly.

Her whining only got louder as her walls stretched to fit him. Small tears rolled down her cheeks as his hips met her body and he stilled to let her adjust to him. Link moaned he began thrusting, his cock dragging against her walls. Her panting became louder as slick smeared over her thighs. As her moans became louder she threw her arms around his neck, biting her lip and trying to muffle her moans. Link grumbled angrily making his rutting harsher and she cried out.

“Dont muffle those sweet little noises! You're my goddess! Scream for me darling!” He moaned, biting her neck and speeding up his thrusts.

Her moans grew louder a small amounts of blood dribbled from the bite marks on her shoulder. The fear of her leaving him had still settled in his stomach, his desperation causing his thrusts to become hurried and aggressive.

“Mph! Link!”

“I'm not leaving you! I'm not letting you leave,” he growled. “I'm going to fill you up darling. Once you're nice and stuffed with my young you'll have to stay.”

Y/N threw her head back in pleasure, unsure where this sudden idea came from. He bit her neck repeatedly as her moans grew louder and she felt something inside her snap. She dug her nails into his shoulder as her cum smeared between the two sweaty bodies. He groaned feeling her gush and sank her teeth into her shoulder. Thick strings of his cum filled her tight hole, forming a creamy white ring around where their bodies met. The cum dribbled down from her hole. They wanted in unison as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Link... that... I still have to-”

“No, I'm not letting you leave me! You're mine, all mine.”

“Link.”

“NO! I don't care how much cum I need to pump you full of! You're my wife now, you don't get to just leave me cause that Zelda is safe.”

“LINK!” Y/N yells, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “I don't want to leave you either.”

OKAY, IM DONE, this is my first ever time writing smut and it was kinda difficult- as I said earlier, you freaks better enjoy this. @rainstops I know you're a Link simp so enjoy lol.

[taterdraws]

update: i have started playing SS and i have Impressions 

[manias-wordcount]

oki so hear me out…. (all legend of zelda btw)

i was reading the ganon consummation piece again at like midnight (y’know like one does) and i’ve been having a bit of a ghirahim brain rot

so i was very much wondering if you could do a fluffy consummation night with ghira 👉👈 (preferably with a reader with big breasts who’s insecure abt them bc i’m the same way)

The Only One (Ghirahim x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗟𝗢𝗟. 𝗼𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!!! 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You heard many rumors about the man you were supposed to marry. Many, many, many.

It was really all you had to rely on for the months leading up to your marriage. Lord Ghirahim was a busy man, after all. You had only managed just a few brief meetings with him before your marriage to him was arranged. And it was never without an audience. Your family. Some advisors. Some of his men. But those meetings were so brief and so formal. There’s much you could learn about someone over tea. But there’s very little you could come to know about someone when you’re in a room with all the people they need to impress present. 

And so, you lived off of the rumors you would hear. And think about the brief patterns of behavior you came to witness around him. Sure, he would send flowers to your family’s home once a week, but you heard that he was crass to those who he thought were beneath him. Sure, there were a few handwritten notes with flowery words and praises and remarks about how he couldn’t wait for the next time he saw you but you knew of his position. You knew of his power. And for the longest time, it made you feel uneasy.

The thought of marrying a stranger could do that to a girl. It could do that to anyone, really. But the thought of marrying Lord Ghirahim- the very Lord Ghirahim you’ve heard nothing but hushed whispers of- had you feeling all nervous and jittery in a way you don’t think is completely natural for a blushing bride to experience.

That was until you were finally walked down the aisle. 

You felt like you were melting under the gazes of all the people who watched you walk down the aisle before being handed off at the ceremonial altar. You felt like you were being picked apart by strangers. People who answered to Lord Ghirahim. Members of your family who thought that you were undeserving of such an honor. People who you knew absolutely nothing about. It nearly made you sick with dread as you went to face your betrothed. So sick that you must have missed half of what you were supposed to say during the ceremony and stuttered through the other half.

But then Lord Ghirahim reached for your hand and threaded his long fingers around yours.

“Just breathe, beautiful,” He had murmured to you in between one of the officiant’s many speeches about duty and honor and respect and compassion needed for a good marriage to thrive. “There’s no need to worry. I’m here now. I’ll take care of things.”

You didn’t know what he meant at the time. But his confidence and enthusiasm were infectious. He felt like a shield from all the bad and all the worries you had in this moment, even as he stood apart from you. So you put aside your worries. You casted out all of the rumors you heard from your mind. And you trusted him.

And just like that the rest of the ceremony went off without a hitch. 

Then the reception happened. And the reception felt so magical and you felt so pretty and so adored by all that you couldn’t help but melt into your new husband’s side as he doted on you. As if you were someone he had always known. As if you were someone he had always loved. But as the night dragged on, your memories from earlier in the day started to blur. So much was happening around you. So many people came up to congratulate you. So many things to do as part of the different ceremonies. So many foods to eat. So many things to dance to. So little time to stop and to stress and to worry.

Yet all the time in the world to start to fall in love with Lord Ghirahim.

So you had no qualms when the arm around your waist started leading you away from the party and all the guests. And you didn’t feel the same fear and anxiety as you once did as you realized your husband was now leading you towards the honeymoon suite you both were set to share. How could you? Not after he was perfect for you. Not after he made everything so perfect for you.

And so you let him take the lead once more, as he has been all night. And he proved to you once more that he wasn’t the man in the rumors you heard about for months and months on end. No, he was so much more than that. You realized that much earlier in the day. But that thought- that feeling really came to fruition after your new husband locked the door behind the both of you and pushed you up against the nearest wall and went for your body with the hands of a man who only knew how to worship. How to pray.

“My goddess,” You remember him uttering into your skin as his lips pressed against and nipped at your neck.  “How did I get so lucky? Who do I have to thank for delivering you to me?”

The two of you couldn’t even wait around to get undressed. He had already pulled down the top of your reception dress and had his hands squeezing and groping at your breasts. Something you would normally be too wary and too afraid to let just about anyone touch so openly. But he listened quietly when you shared your hesitations and your insecurities. And he brushed them all to the side for you. With a touch so gentle and fingers so purposeful as he cupped your breast between his fingers and played with their plushness, he eased you into his affections. He drank up every sound of pleasure you made.  

“Tell me whatever you want, and I’ll do it. For you- only for you.” He spoke to you in between kisses. Ones on your lips. Ones on your neck. Ones on your shoulders and arms and every single piece of skin you had exposed. “You’re worthy of it, my lady. My treasure. My everything.”

In front of the crowds, he only spared you kisses to your lips and cheeks and forehead. You remember feeling a little warm in the face when he pressed the occasion to kiss behind your ear and on your jaw as whenever he came up behind you after leaving your side for a moment. But now to feel his lips on you like this? Dipping lower and lower until it’s his tongue circling on a sensitive nipple and two fingers toying with the other.

“My lord…” You couldn’t help but mewl over and over again that night. The scene felt so erotic. It felt like something you only really heard about from others- from friends more experienced than you  But you never felt so cherished. Because every honeyed word he said felt so genuine and so true. Because every single place he touched you felt like the right place. That hand grasping onto your hip. His mouth against yours. Even that knee pressing in between your thighs. Making room and traversing an area explored only by one person so far- you. 

Deep down inside, you still do hold onto the rumors you’ve heard about him. You know they didn’t come from just nothing. And you aren’t so sheltered and so blind that you’ll trust him so openly and so easily. 

But as he stands in front of you- acting far from the flamboyant and bold and powerful man the world knows him to be. As he stands here- taking the time to learn your body and learn more than just your name and your family before he lays you on the bed and claims you as his wife. As he stands here- not as Lord Ghirahim, but as Ghirahim, your new husband, you find that it’s very, very easy to fall in love with a stranger when that very same stranger shows you that he is so much more than your first impression of him. That he is so much more than what other strangers make him out to be. And that you’re so much more to him than just some broad he was supposed to marry. 

Because you are and have always been so much more to him. But you won’t know every detail surrounding why he chose you to be his bride for a very, very long time. But you do know one thing. It’s that his lips are soft and his touch is softer. But most of all?

His words of praise and affection to you are even softer. Softer than anyone would have ever thought possible by a man such as Lord Ghirahim. But that’s the thing. Tonight he’s not him. Tonight, he’s not Lord Ghirahim. No- tonight is he just your husband. Just like how tonight, you finally become his. His wife. His beautiful, perfect, goddess of a wife. 

The only one for him. Just as he hopes to be the only one for you.

[uncleskyrule]

Sneak peek tag game 3/3

Thanks for tagging me, @adrift-in-thyme! Here's a snippet of a fic I'm writing about Skyward Sword Link struggling with executive dysfunction:

“I like wood-carving.” Link stared at the tools before him on his messy desk. “I like it. Really.” The tools were not convinced. He sighed and ran his hands over his face. In times like these, he himself wasn’t convinced. If he liked wood-carving, why was it so difficult to just do it?

Not tagging anyone bc I don't have the spoons but anyone who reads this can consider yourself tagged by me :)

[faroreskiss]

still open for angsty requests? how about this?

reader has a crush on Sky, like they fell fucking downstairs for the guy and it's impossible for them to get back up, the problem? Sun is his partner

i left this request pretty open on purpose, you can make it hurt and comfort, hurt no comfort, you can make it LU or exclusively SkSw, do whatever you want with the prompt!

Hey Anon, this is from almost a year ago, holy shit.

BUT HERE IT IS! I ACTUALLY DID IT!!

It is very angsty (imo), so I hope if anybody sees it, they... enjoy? Not sure what type of warnings I should put on this as it is NOT NSFW, but still a bit heavy.

Also fits a bit with the September vibes I guess.

The Pioneer Ao3

CW: Raw non proof read text, angst, possibly no comfort.

Can be read as LU Sky or SkySw Link. Mention of the Chain but not super relevant. Thank you @beyondtheglowingstars for reminding me and pushing my inspiration for this lol.

You had been away for a couple of weeks, exploring the Surface like the rest of the Skyloft folk. You were one of the pioneers.

Following Link's heroic rescue of Zelda, whom you still couldn't quite believe was the reincarnation of the Goddess Hylia, more and more people had begun their descent to the Surface with the aim of establishing settlements. Of course, it was going to be a relatively long process and the question of “What will happen to the Loftwings?” was still hanging in the air, but that was something to deal with in due time. 

Link and Zelda, your closest friends from the academy. Your childhood friends… Well, everybody was childhood friends in Skyloft, which had a limited area and not a big population, a fact you have found out only recently. In fact even the term was relatively new thanks to Link, who had been recently traveling with eight other “Links”. That was how you learnt in the first place, listening to them whenever they “dropped by”. 

But Link, he was special. Not special in the way other people thought of him as the hero, though. Sure, he was one of the only people, along with Zelda, which you could easily get along with. You both loved pumpkin soup and skydiving. 

Oh he WAS an absolute airhead. He barely practiced and somehow pulled through his knight exam. Though you did think Groose was an absolute ass, he had a point. Link did have it kinda easy. Not that it had ever been a problem.

To be fair to him, there had been a time finally that made him go through the challenge of his life. Most likely traumatized him too.

However, you were also there when he was first united with his Crimson Loftwing. You sneaked out of the academy with him on the night he first pulled the Goddess Sword out, meeting the spirit Fi. You were also there when he had to say goodbye to her. You always listened to him just as he always confided in you.

The way he made you feel without even trying was something you still couldn't comprehend. His full lips, his gentle yet mischievous behavior, and the warmth that radiated from his cerulean eyes, which looked like the clear sky above the Cloud Barrier, always left your heart aflutter. You could see how he changed because of his journey, but his core qualities were still there, only polished. 

Everybody knew he was a hero, a sleepyhead. 

But only you knew what a cute gremlin he was beneath that kind and naive looking surface.

Well, you and Zelda. 

You were supposed to play the Goddess at the 25th year Ceremony. You were so looking forward to it, you wanted to finally tell Link how you felt.

But instead you were recovering from a fever, something that is extremely rare to happen in Skyloft, people simply didn’t get that sick often-if at all. Zelda happily stepped in, which you were extremely bittersweet about.

You sighed.

You were really close with Link but Link and Zelda's connection was undeniable, just like the destinies that intertwined their lives. You often watched from the sidelines as they shared smiles, secrets, and stolen moments. Even when nobody else knew, holy Hylia (which felt weird to say out loud now), probably even before Link knew, you realized they were into each other.

Under other circumstances perhaps, you would have cheered them on. By Hylia, you wanted to do that. Two best friends falling for each other, you cheering them on? Absolutely. 

But it wasn’t that simple.You wanted his arms around you instead.

And then Zelda got kidnapped to the Surface, Link went after her. Of course she was his chosen hero. Each time Link got back from the Surface, during his adventure, he cried on your shoulder at night. You cried with him. 

You both thought you were going to lose Zelda, after all. 

It was an odd feeling, having your heart twisted in the most messed up way possible. You were overjoyed when they got back, yet envy clouded it and despair consumed it.

So you stayed silent. (Un)Lucky for you, Link’s airheadedness expanded to your end as well, there was no way he would know about your feelings. You felt guilty as well, how could you have nurtured those feelings when Zelda got lost, maybe you should have helped more?

At some point Link did disappear again, which was the point you were the one that comforted Zelda. Then Link came back with… uhm… other Links, for a while, which was another long story. 

So what was all this rambling about now?

Oh well. It was all fine now.

____________________________

Link walked to the area they recently (yet suddenly) had to set up, a little garden-like space with a lot of flowers, thanks to Peatrice. He had a few potions he picked up from Bertie and Luv, you liked those. He also had your notebook, you really liked carrying it with you generally, even when you didn’t write on it as frequently as before. He sat down near a tree, and took a look at one of the last entries. 

You wrote about the day when the Chain first arrived at the settlement, Link smiled fondly.

“Crazy stuff. Before getting on the road again to explore the surface, I went back to our settlement to resupply and saw… SO MANY LINKS?! They were similar yet different in other ways. They said they don’t have Loftwings though, how weird.

He turned the page, and read more about what you talked about with the others. It was quite entertaining to see another perspective. He continued:

“...I saw all those other Links, and most of them were really fond of their Zeldas… Even in those other lives, as if it was written on the stars. Except… There was this older fellow with a scar on his eye. He said he married a “farm” girl (still cannot imagine what it is) named Malon. So maybe in another life? Hah… Hopefully Hylia will show me mercy then. Maybe in another life. A life where it would be meant for us instead.”

Rest of the entry was just about your plans on your next tour out on the Surface.

Link froze and started weeping. It was too much. Just too much. How did he not notice?

___________

Yes, you had been away for a few weeks, exploring the Surface.

Except, you barely made it back to the settlement, with an almost gushing wound on your side from a moblin you barely avoided. You were a pioneer, it came with risks of course.

But nobody thought you would be pioneering the settlement’s first graveyard.

________

Gondo from the Scrap Shop was one of the other people that helped a lot, with your gravestone specifically. .

_______

Oh well. It was all “fine” now.

So what was all this rambling about? You thought to yourself, as you watched him cry. You tried hugging him with your non-existent body, yet… 

It will be okay, you whispered. It will be okay.

Link shivered.

[hanayori89]

A Hero’s Choice: A Skyward Sword Fanfic

🪶 Hello all! I just wrote this for fun and have no direction with this. I just like Skyward Sword and fluff as comfort writing material 🪶

***** Some Fluff *****

Lesson 1: A Repulsive Romance

 It was pretty nauseating. 

Your elbow was planted firmly on your desk, and your hand curled beneath your chin, causing your arm to resemble a doric column as it supported the heavy infrastructure of your head. Your eyes kept fluttering closed. 

"Y/N!"

Professor Owlan's voice boomed across the classroom. "Would you like to answer my question?"

"Uh-" Your frantic eyes searched the patient expressions of your fellow classmates. 

Your friend Karane elbowed you from your left side." He was asking how to soothe a distraught Loftwing midflight." She sighed beneath her breath.

"Oh, yes, to soothe a Loftwing midflight, it is imperative to make sure you speak in a mild tone, find the pressure point on top of its head, and rub it."

"Why?" Professor Owlan inquired. From the harsh cut of his voice, it was clear he caught you dozing off.

"Because this pressure point, when massaged, is connected to the Loftwing's central nervous system and will flood it with feel-good endorphins."

"Very well. Take your hand off your head, please." He reprimanded you before continuing to swat the whiteboard with his ruler.

"Y/N, you are training too hard." Karane chided from beside you. "It's important to keep your grades up too. Being a knight isn't all about brawn, you know?" 

"I know that, but I have to! I can't let-" Your eyes looked over to see your rival and friend, Link, gazing at you from over his shoulder. When he caught you staring at him, he looked away.

Karane continued, "Link will always have an advantage because of Zelda."

And there it was. The name that made your stomach churn.

Zelda.

She was Headmaster Gaepora's daughter and the most sought-after girl in all of Skyloft. With cascading strands of gold and features symmetrical like the grand goddess statue, Zelda had a face that could rob a man of his voice.  

And she was in love with Link.

You let your eyes wander in Zelda's direction. She sat behind Link, her eyes half-massed, as she stared at him as if he were a freshly baked cake. 

"Y/N..."

You turned to see Karane observing you.

"Are you sure you don't like Link?"

"Um. Ew. Actually, Ew." 

"You're the only girl that thinks Link is "ew." She chuckled as you made an exaggerated grimace. 

"Y/N, Karane," Professor Owlan hissed. "Would you care to share with the class what is so important you need to whisper during this lecture. 

You saw Link's blue eyes bubble with curiosity as he peered at you once more from over his shoulder. 

"Y/N here isn't taking care of herself, and I am imploring her; she needs to do better because the upcoming Loftwing ceremony is a mere week away." She stood up, causing a scene, which, as your best friend, you knew was her tactic to distract the class from Professor Owlan's question.

"Are you all making sure you're sleeping? Eating your protein and vegetables? Staying hydrated? This ceremony is a big deal, and we all need to make sure we are taking care of ourselves for this competition."

Fletch raised his hand; his eyebrows were knit upward in a way that made his face constantly appear clueless. "Actually, I haven't been sleeping well myself. I am quite nervous."

The sound of a slam made the entire class jump. Groose stood, his massive hands slapping his desk once again. "Psht. As if eight hours of sleep are going to give you all some magical benefit against me. We all know I will be Zelda's chosen hero." Groose stood, pumping his bicep muscles in a slow and deliberate manner, as if someone were inflating a balloon beneath his flesh.

"Ok, enough!" But as the chatter of uncertain voices began to carry throughout the class, the bell sounded, and Professor Owlan's admonishment went unacknowledged. 

As books began to slam shut and chairs slid across the polished wooden floors of the classroom, you began to gather your things. You were hoping to sneak in a quick nap before you went over to Eagus's dojo and did another round of grueling sword training.

"Y/N." 

You turned to see Link staring at you.

"You really are pushing yourself too hard." His voice was feathery, like his dark blond hair. "You have bags beneath your eyes."

You dropped your bookbag, your hands flying to your hips. "Not all of us have favoritism on our side, Link!" 

His expression shifted, and he looked down at his shoes, hurt plastered on his face.

"Well?" You kept goading him on. "Did I hit a nerve? Your Zelda's favorite; we all know who really is going to win, but at the very least, I want to lose knowing I tried my very best."

"You're amazing, Y/N. Your determination and persistence are unlike anyone here, including myself."

His unexpected compliment knocked you off your high horse. You allowed yourself a momentary glance at him, the sincerity in his eyes made your chest constrict. A feeling that would happen sometimes when your eyes would meet. 

Something else that you found nauseating.

"I just want to be better than you." Your response offered him no other opening to continue the conversation.

He opened his lips, but Zelda came running over. "Link!" She laced her fingers into his. Come on, let's go practice with our Loftwing. There's a perfect breeze that will be beneficial for our practice today." Zelda turned and looked at you. A surreptitious glint was reflected in the way she looked at you, and you could translate it simply as jealousy. It couldn't even be hidden beneath her saccharine smile. 

"Hello Y/N. You should get some practice, too. Perhaps you and Karane can take advantage of this phenomenal weather we are having."

There it was. You and Karane. Because Link was hers and would never be anyone else's.

Not that you cared. 

Link was nothing more than a pretty face who could somewhat wield a sword. 

She could have him.

But as she pulled him away, he gave you a lingering look, and your chest began to constrict in that familiar way you despised.

It was pretty nauseating. 

Edited: 5/8/24

[linktwilibeast]

This mini comic is inspired by a Linked Universe fanfic called Smoke & Ashes. This is a gift for the author @illegiblehandwriting1

If you want to read sky-centric or sky angst this is for you :3

Please do not repost my art.

Sky belongs to linkeduniverse.

[lily-alphonse]

"My Piece of Home" by Lily Alphonse

Zelink Week 2024 Day 1: Under the Stars

Rating: Teen

Words: 2,684

“You know we can always come back to visit whenever you want.” “Yeah I know,” Zelda said quietly to the stars, packing away thoughts of their future in the back of her mind, and turning to look at him with a smile. “Are you ready?” “After you, milady.” He gestured to the edge. Excitement. Excitement, not anxiety, she repeated like a mantra as she looked over the edge again. It almost felt like the first time she flew as a child, the same trepidation.

On their final night as residents of Skyloft, Link and Zelda enjoy the newfound freedom to fly their Loftwings at night. But Link also has a surprise in store…

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Created for Zelink Week 2024 @zelinkcommunity

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Special thanks to @zeldaelmo and @greatskeletongothfan for help with the Loftwing names :)

[abbyz-elda]

100 followers prompt: Skyward Sword Zelink picnic ❤️

I am obsessed with how many Skyward Sword requests I've gotten and I'm so excited to do another one!

The wind of Faron woods caught Zelda’s hair in its clutches, ruffling it enough for her scent to waft past Link’s nose. He leaned in close, pressing his shoulder against hers, and handed her a slice of the apple he had been munching on. She took it with a grin.  “It’s so beautiful down here,” she said, tucking her head against his neck and biting into the apple slice.  Link reached across the blanket beneath them and snagged a handful of nuts from the pile they had gathered from the surrounding area. “You think so?” She nodded, and her fingers twined through his, her palm soft and warm against his skin. “I think it’s one of my favorite places on the surface.” Link turned his head toward her, rolling the shell of a walnut between his fingers. His stomach swirled with sudden nerves. “Would you like to stay here, then?” Zelda’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “What do you mean?” Link gestured to the lively woods around them. “We can build a house here. Start our lives here. Together.” He swallowed thickly when she didn’t immediately reply. “If…if that’s what you want, that is.” Her smile could have rivaled the blinding sun of the Lanayru desert. “Of course it’s what I want, Link.” She gripped his hand in both of hers and swept her gaze across the woods. “It’s the perfect place to call home.”