#skyward sword fanfiction

[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]

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.

[manias-wordcount]

this is an ask for sky so i hope you don’t mind 😅

so imagine the reader waking up early and isn’t able to fall back asleep, and sky wakes up with morning wood 🥴 so the reader is tossing and turning trying to convince sky to start the day but he eventually just picks her up and *plop* suddenly she setting on him and he says “lemme give you a reason to stay in bed 😩

sorry if this is wayyy to specific but it’s something I can’t get out of my head and I’m a sucker for some good smut lmao

I’d love to see what you do with this prompt if you decide to do it!!

thank youuuu!!!!!!

A Lazy Morning In (SS! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛) 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲 (𝗱𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁??)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You didn’t want to wake him up. In fact, the very last thing you wanted to do was wake him up.

  Link works so hard for you. After years and years and years of being together, he still works hard for you. Even since you both fell in love as young graduates from the knight academy. Some days, he’s off making a comfortable living for the two of you. Playing knight in shining armor as he goes off to fight all kinds of monsters and baddies left behind and scattered around the world. And he fights well. He carries his sword and his bravery too every time he sets off to fight. And now, Skyloft has always been much safer since he started taking to the skies. 

  And some days, he joins you. Back the soft ground surrounded by even softer clouds. He tells you how much he misses fighting alongside you. You tell him that not everyone can be the Hero of the Skies, and you convince him to help you tend to the farm as you assist the neighbor’s shop next door. And without complaint, he’ll roll up his sleeves and he’ll work and work and work and work. For the two of you to make your house a home. For the two of you to make the neighborhood, a family. For the two of you to live out a few moments without worry. Just peace.

  And yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when he returns from his duties as a hero late into the night. Only rise with you early in the morning, ready for another day of hard work. You tried to convince him to rest. To take the day off and let you handle things. But he only told you that he would rest when you would. That he would stop only if it meant that this break he was receiving was to be enjoyed with you. So the day passed and went. Night came and gone. And it’s early morning now. 

  But all you can do is watch the ceiling as you turn and you turn and you turn.

  You don’t want to wake him up. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up. But you’re not used to sleeping in. You’re not used to letting the sun’s soft beams stream across your cheeks and ignoring its calls for work. You’re not. But for his sake? You try to be. And so you flip on your side, and you press your face into his chest and let the quiet sound of tiny snores lull you back to sleep. But it doesn’t work. So you huff, and you find yourself turning onto your other side, letting the warmth of his sleeping body seep into your back through the thin material of one of his old tunics. But it doesn’t work. In fact, every position and every little movement, and every little tactic you try to just get yourself to fall back asleep doesn’t work. It just doesn’t.

  It takes a little over an hour of no success to decide that you’ve had enough. By this point, the sun has crawled just a little higher into the sky. And its beamed has started to shine down on you a little bit warmer than before. It calls you. So without further protest, you slowly slide the quilt off of you and swing your legs to the floor. It’s cool to the touch, and it wakes you up even more. But it’s refreshing, and it’s nice- it’s all that you needed to start your day. Well… almost.

  With all the subtly of a mouse scurrying between the darkest corners of a house, you tiptoe to the other side of the bed. You’re met with a peaceful image. The sound-asleep figure of your fiancé. Lips parted, dark blonde hair spread messily across his pillow, and bright blue eyes shut tightly as he enjoys his time in dreamland. He looks exhausted. But behind all the tiredness, you still see the face of a man who is too kind for this world. Too strong for any enemy. Too perfect for him to be truly yours. But he is. He’s all yours just like you’re all his. And so you find yourself leaning down and cupping his cheek with the gentlest of grips. You want to litter his face with tiny pecks. You wake him up with the biggest, brightest smile you could ever give him. But he deserves his rest. So you settle on just a tiny kiss on the cheek with a whispered “I’ll see you soon.” And you get up to leave. Rising up and turning away like a ghost. Never to be seen until you-

  A hand grabs your wrist.

  It’s your only warning. Your split second of warning that makes your stomach drop and your heart race until you’re being pulled with all the force in the world back in the direction that you came. And it happens so fast. So quick you can hardly comprehend or see or even feel what’s happening until it’s over. And even then, you have no time to feel ashamed of your lack of reflexes after all those years you spent training. No, because by then, you’re already right where he wants you to be.

  Sitting on top of him as nothing but a flimsy piece of underwear separates you from the hard, long, and stiff figure now trapped beneath your bottom.

  “Umm…” Your voice starts off quiet as you look at him. Unsure, even. Beneath you, Link still wears a dazed and sleepy look in his eyes. Evidence that he just woke up. But the smile on his face is one of contentment. Triumph. Pride, even. You don’t know how he managed to wake up the moment you turned away from him. You don’t even know how he managed to throw off the sheets and pull you on top of him in the same amount of time either. Yet here you are- looking down at him as he lies beneath you. The hand on your wrist is now slowly, slowly, slowly moving until it finds a new place to settle on: the curve of your ass. “...Good morning, Link!”

  He snorts. The hand on your ass takes a chance to grab at your waist, before moving to slip underneath your sleeping tunic. It makes contact with bare skin as his hand travels around the expanse of your backside. Looking for the next place to conquer and to claim as his own. 

  “Good morning to you too, sunshine.” He mumbles. His voice still carries a bit of huskiness to it. And the sound of it alone hits you hard and hits you deep. Your breath hitches. Your heart rate spikes. And It’s almost shameful how one little voice- a mere few words are able to turn you on this quickly. This easily. “Though I think we should stay in bed for a little bit longer, wouldn’t you agree?”

  Though his hand subtly guiding your body grinding onto his hard cock might have something to do with all this excitement you’re feeling too.

  “Mhm…” You agree easily because there’s nothing more to say. You don’t need convincing. You don’t need to be told that the crops could wait a couple of hours. That your neighbor and their customers would understand if you’re late. You don’t need it all. Instead, you just find yourself folding easily into the touch. Melting easily under his gaze. And matching the rhythm he sets for the two of you as your hips that moving on their own. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. All for his doing. All for both of your pleasure. “Yeah…let’s stay in bed for now.”

  He smiles up at you. Messy hair blocking some of your view of his pretty, now more alert eyes. But you settle for grabbing at his hand and treading your fingers between his. It takes him no time at all for him to pull your joined hands closer to his face and kiss the back of your hand sweetly. Once. Twice. Three times. The moment is sweet. The gesture is gentle. The feeling is innocent. But almost out of habit, you find yourself being the one the break the silence as your hips grind down into him even harder than before. At that, you let out a gasp in surprise as the material of your underwear brushes against your clit from this angle. And beneath you, Link lets out a shuttered breath before going completely still. 

  A second passes. And then another. And another. Until finally…

  His hand lets go of yours.

  And places itself underneath your bottom instead.

  “I think…” 

  He murmurs out loud to the two of you, eyes half-lidded and voice chock-full of a less than innocent emotion. Your hand finds its home resting on his shoulders as he lifts you a couple of inches off of him with one arm. Your eyes find the arm that’s holding your body weight and you find your arousal growing at the show of strength being displayed by a set of strong, toned, and perfect arms. But you’re quickly distracted by the sight. And it’s all because of a feeling. Three simple little feelings that have you drawing your eyes back in surprise to the cocky grin now overtaking your fiance’s handsome expression. How could you blame you? How could you blame either of you?

  For it’s the feeling of your panties being pulled to the side to expose your slick, slick wetness to the entire world as the first.

  “I think I should be inside you right now….”

  And the feeling of the very tip of his stiff, warm cock pushing and teasing at your pretty little cunt as the second.

  “...Right, pretty girl?”

  And the sense of contentment you feel…

  “Right…Link.”

  …to be enjoying such a lazy morning in.

[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 :)

[zeldagearsofthewild-au]

One of the first art pieces for the AU, that we'll be temporarily using as this blog's profile picture. Here you can see all our main characters!

From top to bottom, left to right: Fi, Zelda, Impa, Ghirahim and Link.

Art by @sol-thorne

[flutefemme]

She's a classically trained concert pianist working her way to a college degree. He's a musician stuck at a boring music store just trying to make a living. Until one day, a street piano changes everything. 

Looking for a fun and Festive Zelink fic for December? This one is a Skyward Sword modern music AU Christmas/Winter shortfic.

[violetnuisance]

au where Link is Ghirahim's new master after Demise is sealed, and Fi is put to rest. However, Link realizes the more he bonds with the sword spirit directly influences how well he can perform in battle. The higher opinion that Ghirahim has of him, the more likely his sword is able to hit its intended mark. The inverse is true too - if they're actively grumpy at each other, the heavier his weapon feels.

It's just funny to imagine Link forcing them to do group bonding activities that they both hate... Until they don't.

[candy8448]

I HAD AN ✨IDEA✨

So i was thinking for my old friend fic, how i would fit warriors meeting fi. Because i have the thing going on where fi is asleep litterally forever and hyrule warriors was kinda ruining that idea by fi being there. I was thinking, how could fi and wars have met, but she is still asleep?

Was toying with the idea that she was awoken again but that didnt feel right but i just had a thought.

So during the war of eras, they went back in time to skyloft, but the thing is, its not skyloft after the hero had his adventure because isn't the godess statue there?

So the war of eras arrived at skyloft while sksw link was still a baby or small child. Hw link meets fi there (in the cutscene, she is still the goddess sword, not the master sword!) And she says "you are not my master, but i will still call you master" or something along those lines, because while she still hadn't met sksw link yet, she knows what she was made for and who her master would be, determined by the goddess. (Also ghirahim is there because he is trying to get to the goddess' recarnation early but is driven away by the war)

Maybe that's why wars calls her an "it" because he only met fi while she was still the goddess sword, she had not had any emotions or any experiences like that before the end of skyward sword. She is still robotic when she meets hw link and when he gets the master sword in his tiime, it is when she is dormant again. He barely had time to get to know her and therefore doesnt really see her as an alive thing, especially because he cant really sebse her in his current master sword the same way legend can.

Anyway, i was saying, the war of eras could have happened when sksw link is still really young, and maybe that is why his parents are dead. They died in that war. Most of skyloft's current population are young and wouldnt remember that war, and the adults try to forget it. After all, this was a strage one off circumstance and skyloft is meant to be protected by hylia. (Also maybe this war is why Gaepora has a suspicion that Link might be hylia's hero and why he knows about it, pairing what he was passed on with the info from the war)

Also any inconsistencies with this idea can be um... chalked up to it not being a canon game :)

[hanayori89]

🪶🪶🪶Lesson 12: Chain of Command 🪶🪶🪶

"So then—that settles it, Groose; you will stay here and watch Y/N."

Groose hopped off the rock he had settled his bottom on top of. He pointed a finger at himself while you aimed a finger in his direction. 

"Me?"

"Him?" 

Link sighed, folding his arms. He waited patiently for the inescapable riposte headed his way. After all, he used to be Groose's victim, being endlessly bullied and browbeaten by his many antics. Whether it be in the form of having his Loftwing locked away or tripping him in the hallways of the Knight Academy. 

But now, Hylia had served her hero with the sweetest form of justice, as Link went from victim to victor when it came to Zelda's heart and his status as the stronger knight.

"I want to protect Zelda too, you know?" Groose snickered, plopping back onto his rock without much of an argument. 

"Groose! I need you to stay here and watch Y/N! If you want to help Zelda, then do that much." 

"That helps you—not Zelda." 

Link looked away, his bangs not quite long enough to hide the small patches of red now dotting the apples of his cheeks. "You heard what Impa said." 

Impa had returned to the sanctuary of the sealed temple, the recent excitement taking a toll on the old woman's tenuous body. You stood, secure beneath the umbrage of a tree with as many branches as veins in a hand. While you remained hidden beneath its comfort, you observed the clear jousting tournament of stares going down between Link and Groose.

Link took a step toward him. The look in his eyes made it clear whatever he was going to say next was going to be the move that knocked Groose off his horse of obstinance. "For whatever reason, the imprisoned has chosen Y/N; the longer it is kept away from her, the longer we keep it from progressing and getting to Zelda. For now, this is how we will handle this." It was evident from Link's tone that he was clearly the top of the pecking order, and it left no room for Groose to challenge him further. 

You could see Groose lift his gargantuan hand, his index finger tapping against the small knob of his puckered lips. He was going to concede. 

You had to interrupt. All of this arguing as if you were some helpless damsel was starting to get on your nerves. Groose may have been afraid to challenge the hero's "supposed" authority. But to you, he was still Link, and there was nothing you loved more than stepping on his toes. "Don't I get a say in this?" 

Groose and Link both turned and looked at you. "No."

You threw your hands up in the air. "I managed to keep that thing distracted and away from Impa!" 

"Y/N!" Link hissed, your words clearly reigniting and stoking the fresh fires of unforgiveness. "Be that as it may, had I not saved you, what would have happened?"

"It would have worked out somehow! I could have fallen into one of the zephyrs and then—" 

"And what, Y/N? Be catapulted back on top of its head and bucked off?"

"No! You are acting so high and mighty because you're some kind of descendant of the great hero! Well, newsflash, Link—do you remember who trained with you on Skyloft? Who was ahead of you at one point, actually?" Your eyes were beginning to sting out of aggravation, and you refused to show him a single tear. You turned around, your head pointed up skyward, wishing you were home. Your voice wavered. "When we were on Skyloft—"

"But we are not on Skyloft Y/N. We are down here. On the Surface. The playing field is different now and..." You could almost hear the cogs in his head spinning as he thought carefully about what to say next.

"And what?" You whipped your head around, your voice defiant. "Just go protect Zelda, Link."

His face fell. "Y/N..."

"Just go. Spare me the good boy act." 

"My not wanting to see anything happen to you isn't an act." His eyes began to imitate the way he had looked at you not too long ago. That look that made you want to...

I'm not falling for that again. 

You turned back around. “You're still amazing, Y/N. Nothing that is happening here and now diminishes your determination and willpower. None of it takes away how great of a knight you are. But this evil, it isn't an evil that—"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, Link." You were too tired to hide the melancholy in your tone. You just wanted to go home. You wanted to curl up in your bed and daydream. Read a book in the library and joke around with Karane. Go on nighttime flights with Sava.

And you couldn't. Now you were stuck here. You were stuck here with Link and the intricate way you felt about him. And it was all because of the imprisoned. You wished you never learned about Zelda or Link or any of this silly nonsense. 

You just wanted your normal life back.

As if reading the diary of your thoughts, Link continued. "You'll be able to go home again. I swear it. Trust me, Y/N."

You thought a leaf had fallen on your shoulder when you realized it was the ghost of Link's touch as he left your side.

The soft tread of his footsteps began to grow further away from you. You turned around. "Link? Please, would you please tell Karane that I am okay? And Sava, tell me Sava is safe." The next part you didn't bother to say out loud. 

I know you don't even owe me that much.

You couldn't make out his facial expression, only the faint up and down of his head in response. Eventually the verdant backdrop of leaves swallowed him from your sight.

"And thank you... for saving me." You said to yourself.

A fetid wave of breath pummeled against your cheek, not giving you time to sulk.

"Well, it's just you and me now, huh?"

Ugh. 

You turned and were greeted by the image of Groose shimmying his eyebrow at you.

Link must think I was born yesterday if he thinks I am going to sit here obediently with the prickly pinecone and the inept pompadour.

You looked over at the dormant seal that housed the imprisoned beneath it. Wouldn't I be safer in the woods than right where it could destroy the seal?

You looked at Groose, then back at the seal, before slowly backing away, a sly grin on your face. With a skip and jump, you began to run.

"Hey!" Groose shouted. "I'm not trying to hear Link if you get lost out there!"

You waved your hand in his direction without turning back. "I'll be fine, you big kahoot! If I'm stuck down here, I might as well explore some. I'll be back!" 

"I thought you wanted to learn how to use the Groosenator?! Y/N! Don't go being stupid! You hear me?" 

"I'll bring us back something to eat!" You responded, your voice echoing behind you. You thought about your answer, realizing you didn't even know what there was to eat on the surface. 

But if it was going to be your temporary home, it was time you learned more about it. 

Besides, based on your logical conclusion, hanging around the seal was more dangerous than being in the woods.

Wasn't it?

Edited: 12/8/24

[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?

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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.

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

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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.