#skyward sword fanfiction

[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

[violetnuisance]

“You know you're allowed to want things, right?” There's a tinge of exasperation in Link’s voice as they traverse across the lush forest of Faron. The hero’s boots trample the underbrush, sticks snapping and rocks skidding with every step. If it wasn't for the fact that Link kept glancing to his side, he wouldn't even know the demon was beside him. He always moved with an inhuman grace. Link didn't know whether it was from his hundreds of years on the Surface, or if it came free with being a sword spirit.

“I want to serve you in the best way that I can,” Ghirahim responds, barely even looking at Link. It's the same hollow, monotone response that comes every time this topic is broached.

He doesn't understand it. This is not the same demon that he prevented from ending the world. He would be relieved if it wasn't so unnerving.

“When you were serving Demise, wasn't there anything you desired besides resurrecting him?”

Ghirahim doesn't respond, staring ahead as they continue to walk. Link squints, hand grabbing the other's arm. “Hey, I'm talking to you-”

The demon jerks away from the touch as if it was searing, finally facing Link. “Is that an order?”

Ghirahim's eyes have all but narrowed into slits, and it takes everything in Link to not back down under the smothering glare. He clenches his jaw, trying to sound stern. “If that's what it takes, yes.”

“I wanted you dead,” he sneers. “No, I wanted you worse than dead. I wanted you to beg for mercy as I dragged my blade through your pathetic, fragile body until you went limp.”

There's a moment where Link is too taken back to respond. They're locked in time, glaring at each other as the sunlight filters through the overhead leaves. It's gone suspiciously silent, other than the buzz of a few gadflies. That is, until Link lets out a snort.

“What- what are you laughing at?” Ghirahims voice becomes borderline shrill.

“This whole time I thought you were broken, thought you had turned into Fi.” Link chuckles, unable to keep the grin off his face. “When in reality, you're just so pissed off that the person you hate the most is the one that saved you.”

Ghirahim doesn't dignify him with a response.

[zeldagearsofthewild-au]

GHIRAHIM

After several centuries asleep in the Demon Sword, the Demon Lord is awoken by Link as the Calamity possessing her is drawn to the sword. He decides to aid her in her quest simply because of sheer boredom and will to cause chaos. He doesn't know much about the current Hyrule or its urban society, but he is a walking encyclopedia regarding the ancient times that he lived through.

An exceptional swordsman, he teaches Link the arts of combat and strategy. Also a pompous drama queen, he is reluctant to deviate from Link's main goal (at first because he wants to get rid of her, then out of genuine concern for her). He and Link get closer as they learn to know each other, even if Ghirahim is always very mysterious about his past, where his scars come from, or what prompted him to not leave his sword for five hundred years.

His vehement disdain for the Sheikah in particular is one such mystery. Despite him and Impa growing quickly close, he refuses to indulge in his own feelings for reasons Link can't fully grasp until much later.

His encounter with the Chosen Hero of the Goddess (Skyward Sword era) left him scarred and weak, and he never fully regained his powers. He is unable to fuse with the Demon Sword, but can still teleport at short range, conjure weapons and shields as well as clothing. When he becomes angry, his emotions take the better of him and sometimes reveal his true form.

(More art will be added to this post as Vee and I draw more and more! -Sol)

Ghirahim playlist!!

[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."

[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.

[hanayori89]

🪶🪶Lesson 15: Tadpole Touch and Go 🪶🪶

"Before Link finds out what?" Link repeated, emphasizing "what" a little too sharply for your liking.

You jumped behind Groose, peering around the mountaintop of his bicep. "ACH. Y/N!"

It wasn't long before Groose flip-flopped, cowering behind you as Link's footsteps crunched among the grass until he was before you both.

"What are you both doing here? Groose, I specifically told you to watch Y/N. Why on Skyloft would you bring her here, of all places?" The way he says " here" distinguishes an air of disgust.

Groose raised his hands up in surrender. "Hey now, I am watching Y/N! She got herself lost while she was wandering around, which I told her not-"

You jabbed Groose in the side with a hard elbow, silencing him. Link's eyes shifted toward you, his face remaining stiffer than a statue.

"Shouldn't you be with Zelda?" You scoffed.

"Zelda is fine. I thought I'd come check on you three. And with good reason, apparently."

"Well, you were told not to spend so much time traversing between Skyloft and here, and you're back awfully quick, so—" Your hands flung up, providing a shield over your loose lips. Link's one eyebrow slowly rose, suspicion aroused from your statement.

"How did you know that?"

"Uh—common sense. You should be with Zelda, not back and forth, duh."

Link stomped his foot, causing you to wince. "No! You just said, "I was told. "All of this time you've been coming for me with accusations of stalking when you are actually stalking and eavesdropping! What else did you hear?"

"Stalking?" You choked. "You wish! I already told you- it's just common sense! Dufus." You muttered. The verdancy of all the overhead leaves did little to mask the blush from Link's allegation. Your eyes fluttered away toward Groose as he watched the exchange between you both, clearly confused.

It wasn't until you noticed Link hadn't retaliated that you peeked over to see a small splotch of crimson anchored to his cheeks. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at a faraway shrub to avoid eye contact with you. "No, if you were eavesdropping... you must have heard..."

"In the name of the goddess, Link, I did not eavesdrop!"

Instead of a verbal response, he responded with a physical one, grabbing your wrist and whisking you away from Groose. "Link!"

He turned over his shoulder, "Groose, I trust you can find your way back to Impa?"

"Um, yeah, man, no worries." You could hear the relief in Groose's response, which only made you turn back at him, your lips mouthing a silent threat.

As Link continued to storm off, with you securely in his grasp and in tow, he stopped, ripping off his sword and dropping it to the ground. "Groose. Take my sword back with you."

It was with this announcement you could hear the faint swoosh of Link's phantom girlfriend arise, but before she could scold him, you were too far ahead.

It was just you and Link.

Alone.

Both of you trudging through tall grass, the silence between you saying more than words could at that moment. The above birds were all stationed in their assigned branch posts, their beady eyes curious as you both walked past.

"Link, where are we going?"

"To settle this."

"Settle what? How?"

"With a game of tadpole touch and go."

"Tadpole what and who?"

"Tadpole touch and go. If you gather the most tadpoles, I will trust you, but if I gather the most tadpoles, you will tell me every last word you overheard." Finally, you walked through to a clearing possessing a lake that reminded you much of the one on Skyloft. Suspended in the lake's center was a small speck of land; you dare not call it an island. An ancient tree with faded bark was nestled in its center. Surrounding the small parcel of land and floating with the currents of the lake were thin, circular green sheets you had never seen before.

"What is this place? And why can't you just trust me?"

He finally released your hand, and you realized you hadn't fought against his grip the whole time you were walking, as if its natural place was to be on top of your own. As if it belonged there. "Like you trust me? Right?"

Link squatted down, his fingers brushing the lake's surface, creating gentle ripples. "Also, if I win, I want to know... what Gaepora said."

You sighed. "You get an awful lot if you win, while I get nothing but an empty promise. You'll never stop harassing me."

Link looked up at you thoughtfully. "Fine. What would you like if you win?"

You knelt beside him, reaching out and touching one of the green floating pads. Link chuckled, recogniziing the child like wonder of curiosity in you. "That's a lily pad."

"A lily pad?" You repeated, feeling the slightly slimy surface.

"I thought... maybe also I could show you some of the surface. I know you, Y/N. I'm not surprised you wandered around. You have that vagabond soul in you. Even if Skyloft is our home... I don't feel it is yours. Just as I don't feel it is mine."

You looked over to see Link's eyes appraising you, waves of affection, like the lake's surface washing over you. "Maybe if you win, I can take you to the Isle of Song... and I can show you that dial. If you'd like? And maybe..."

"Maybe what?" The words of that leotard-wearing diva echoed in the back of your mind.

"Link can handle himself."

"Not when it comes to you."

But Link just stood, a frown pulling his cheeks down with it. "It's nothing."

The action he took next made your heart leap forward against the cage of your chest, as all around you went dark.

You pulled his tunic off of your head; the faint foreign scent of his sweat and the familiar scent of home clung to it.

"L-L-LINK?! WHAT ARE YOU—"

He grinned down at you as he stood in nothing more than his baggy trousers.

"Oh, goddess help me! - You are unhinged!" You grabbed his tunic again and covered your eyes with it.

"Y/N, we went swimming as kids. Why are you being so weird?" You lowered it slowly, observing him stretch shamelessly. You instantly began counting each muscle that stretched against the skin of his abdomen as if you were counting clouds in the sky.

A wide grin took possession of his face. He snatched his tunic from you.

"Come on. Let the game begin."

EDITED: 2/2/25

[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.

[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.

[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

[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 :)

[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 :)