link is flushed all the way up to his ears when you tug him down onto the bed with you, his hair sticking to his cheek from the sweat he’s worked up earlier. he looks like he’s waiting for you to say something, like he’s bracing for a demand, but you just pat your thigh and pull him close.
he’s already hard when you slide his trousers off — thin and twitchy, a soft pinkish tip that’s leaking more than he probably realises. not huge, not intimidating, just…him. perfect in a way that makes your mouth water because it fits you so well every single time. it’s the kind of cock you can get addicted to, small enough to press deep without hurting, but stiff enough to make your toes curl when he moves just right.
but tonight, you don’t want him to move at all.
you guide him in, slow, sinking down onto him until you feel the weight of him snug inside you. link’s jaw goes slack, a sound spilling from his lips that he tries to swallow down, and you shush him with a hand on his chest. he’s so warm inside, filling you in a way that makes your belly thrum with need, but instead of riding him like he expects, you just stay there, shifting until he’s seated all the way.
his eyes fly open, blue and panicked. “y-you’re not—?”
“shh,” you murmur, stroking over his ribs. “just wanna keep you in me. nice and full.”
the poor boy trembles. his cock twitches inside, leaking, every throb making your walls flutter around him. he’s sensitive, always so sensitive, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to buck his hips.
you nuzzle into his neck, lips brushing his pulse. “you feel so good, link. small and perfect, keeping me stretched juust right.”
he whines at that, biting down on his lip. your cunt clenches around him lazily, not even fucking, just holding. your warmth swallows him whole, sticky and tight, and his hands fist the sheets because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
time stretches out like this — link buried inside, his cock twitching helplessly while you breathe against his throat, your thighs hooked around his hips to keep him caged. the intimacy of it has him melting, shaking from restraint, little gasps slipping out every time you squeeze around him without warning.
“you like being my plug, hm?” you tease quietly, voice soft and mocking all at once. “just sitting here, letting me keep you inside like this.”
his whimper is muffled against your hair, but his cock gives you the answer for him. he loves it. loves being used like this, even if it’s just to keep you full and satisfied.
and gods, the longer you stay stuffed with him, the more your body hums with a lazy heat — like his small, pink cock was meant to be in you forever.
link x f!reader! link, reader, and zelda have to deal with gossip | smut, 18+, domestic fluff, established relationship, shenanigans, reader has a backstory, slight angst, minor violence, ao3 | wc: 8.4k. The house ❤️
In your periphery, Zelda took a moment to glance up at her paperwork—you were directing Link on where best to place his Lynel cobbler on the wall—and she giggled, a hand at her mouth.
“Look at the two of you!” Zelda said. “Thick as thieves.”
You chuckled, a hand to your lips to conceal your blushing. “I’ve learned he’s useless when it comes to weapon placement.”
Link gave an adorable little grumble in response to the teasing, straightening the cobbler before it toppled over.
“You say that as though you’d be pro!” Zelda cried.
“I’m just saying,” You said as Link caught the cobbler again. “You’d think he’d be better at this.”
You turned to a smiling Zelda. “I agree,” she said, gaze on the wall. “… You know, it’s beginning to become a bit … crowded.”
You picked up what Zelda was putting down.
The entire house was crowded. At first it had been Link’s, merely a place for him to hang his head whenever he visited Hateno and needed a respite from hero duties. But then the two of you had begun seeing one another; Link had refused to let you live all on your lonesome, and insisted the two of you live together. Not long after that Zelda had moved in. Now, the house was a strange hodgepodge of weapons and Sheikah tech and books and notes and cooking supplies.
Obviously, the simple abode hadn’t been built with three people in mind.
You hadn’t really noticed; the three of you shared practically everything now, and the clutter didn’t bother you, but if you allowed yourself to adopt a stranger’s eye for one second, it was obvious something would have to change.
“We could always … clean up …” The idea was dead in the water; some spring cleaning, along with a decisive declutter, wouldn’t hurt, but the three of you (especially sticky-fingered Link) would always collect more stuff. There just wasn’t enough room anymore.
Zelda wilted. “Perhaps it’s time for me to consider living elsewhere.” She stared forlornly at her leather journal, sprawled out on her ink-stained pine desk. “I already feel as though I’m intruding on the two of you.”
“No!” You said immediately, placing a hand on Zelda’s shoulder. “No way. Don’t think like that. It’s not like you’re some sort of burden on us or anything.”
“She’s right.” Link, who had at last achieved peak balance for the cobbler, faced the two of you.
“But surely things can’t go on like this,” Zelda said, gesturing to the study, meant to symbolize the entire house, you were sure.
Link shook his head. “Things are fine as they are.”
“You only say that because I always have food for you,” You countered, hand akimbo. “A night without steak would open your eyes to the truth.”
That earned you a stubborn second head shake.
“We should consider alternatives. Besides … That’s not the only problem the three of us have as of late.” Zelda’s cheeks ran pink and her eyes darted here and there. “People—are beginning to talk …”
Your brows raised. “What’s that mean?”
“Well—” Zelda clutched her pen. “It’s been made clear to me that—I mean, some believe—”
“That you’re a sex deviant?”
You weren’t sure who was redder between the two of them.
“You mean …” Link couldn’t bear to finish.
So you finished for him. “People think we’re a couple? The three of us?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” she said, sighing. “Those … do seem to be the caliber of rumors we’re dealing with.”
“They must’ve been saying stuff like this about us for months,” You said.
“Don’t be silly, this is only what I’ve heard as of late.”
As if Zelda didn’t have her ear to the wall and finger on the pulse of everything going on in Hyrule. If anybody was saying anything about the three of you sharing quarters, she would know. As princess, she couldn’t have rumors like that flying around about her.
You and Link would have to put a stop to them somehow. Whatever sharp, vespine stab of jealousy that should have, by all means, come over you at Link and Zelda’s dynamic had failed to materialize. You loved her like a sister.
“You should stay here,” Link said, his face a normal color again. “Close to Hyrule Castle.”
“And …” A light seemed to flash in your mind as though the Lord of the Mountain had suddenly pranced past the pond of your mind. “And we could go.”
No one spoke for a minute.
“You mean …” Zelda leaned over the back of her chair, intrigued. “The two of you find a new place to live?”
“And you can stay here!” You said. “I like the idea and I just came up with it.”
“Interesting …” Zelda said. “It could work!” She turned to Link. “And what do you think? It sounds like a brilliant idea—unless the two of you would prefer the reverse?”
“No,” You said. “Link’s right; you should stay close to the castle, just in case something goes wrong.”
“Then …” Zelda sat back in her chair, looking unsure. “Where will you move to?”
You looked at Link—who in turn looked at you. Neither of you spoke; apparently, neither of you had an answer.
---
“How do you feel about it, Link?”
Link ticked his head your way from where he stood at the dresser. It was the cusp of midnight, and you were already tucked in bed. It had been hours since your talk with Zelda, where, after a lack of consensus, she had preoccupied herself with an unread file about some surprisingly pristine Guardian parts and left the two of you to your own devices.
The lamp on your nightstand, adorned with tiny great fairies (a gift by one of the older women in Hateno town) bathed Link in a tangerine glow.
“Things are so peaceful now.” You propped yourself up on a pillow, facing Link. “If you’re worried about Zelda’s safety, I don’t think you need to be anymore. And we can fast travel if anything goes wrong. But I think, with Ganondorf’s defeat …” You paused. “Things are finally better in Hyrule.”
He joined you in bed, dressed in only his trousers. “Do you want to leave?”
“Not necessarily,” You said. “I like Hateno town! But … I’ve been keeping something from you.”
Link eyed you curiously as you reached under the bed and brought forth an old gift box. You opened it to reveal a collection of letters.
“Rhondson’s been pestering me about buying a place,” You said. “Remember last time we visited Tarrey Town? I let it drop that we were living together and I think she saw an opportunity.” You gestured to the conspicuous letter pile. “She’s been writing to me for weeks now. I never really took the bait since we all seemed so happy here, but now …”
Link took two twin letters to examine.
“I’m sorry I kept these from you,” You murmured as he read. “I should’ve said something, but I wasn’t even really entertaining anything until now.”
But Link didn’t seem too peeved. If anything he seemed intrigued by this sudden revelation.
“Hateno is your home,” You stated. “If this is too extreme, maybe we can just think about getting a house nearby …”
But you saw Link’s face brighten in real time. “I think it’s a great idea!”
Your face broke out in a cautious smile. “Really?”
Link nodded. “I’ve been keeping something from you, too.” He placed the twin parchment pieces into his lap. “It’s been … getting harder to live here.”
You raised your brows. “Really.”
Pursing his lips, Link averted your gaze. Talking had never been your lover’s strong suit anyway, but you could tell he was struggling with something he found particularly tricky to say.
“Hateno is different now.” Link’s head hung low, his hands laying atop the letters. “The townspeople … expect so much from me.”
You understood. The amount of pressure Link was (always) under, you knew, had to be immeasurable. And they had the nerve to gossip about him—about the three of you, but especially him, after all he had done? A sudden disdain for the people in this town had you clenching your jaw.
“I hear what they say,” Link went on. “About us. I know they don’t mean anything by it. But I want to protect you and Zelda as well.”
“Oh, Link …” You fetched the letters in his lap, along with the box of them, and placed them back under the bed. You scooted toward him and enveloped him in your arms, sinking the two of you into bed.
You purred when he mirrored your actions, his arms, strengthened from years of wielding both swords and bows, roped around you. Link’s head nestled in the crook of your neck. With a hand unoccupied with Link, you threw the duvet over both of your heads, leaving you in a fort of warm honeyed darkness.
“A new start would be nice,” Link said. “… But I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”
“You won’t.” You drew gentle circles into the small of his back, your leg wrapping around one of his. “We’ll just have Zelda come up with something—the two of us have to go away for some reason, anything, so it won’t be on you.” You pulled away so your face was level with his against the pillows and gave him a smile. “I want to protect you, too.”
Pink rose into Link’s cheeks again.
“Just imagine it, Link,” You murmured, tracing a finger across his cheek and sensing the warmth underneath your finger pad. “A place all of our own … I kinda want to thank Zelda now.”
Link stared curiously, expecting you to elaborate.
“For being such a filthy pack rat we have no choice but to move.”
You snickered, and—you were sure, against his better nature— he quietly chuckled to himself as well.
“Our own little home,” You murmured.
Link intertwined your hand with his.
“… Where we’ll be alone,” he said.
You parted your lips—only attracting Link’s attention, and he leaned forward to capture you in a kiss.
A soft sound of surprise from you, again something Link only took advantage of to invite his curious, needy tongue into your mouth. Thankfully, your arms were already around him; it took little effort to pull him in closer. His hands roamed your body, the noticeable dips made by your curves where your nightie sank. Link’s thumb caught at the skin of your nipple, growing more excited with the graze of skin.
“Mm … Link, oh …” Link had left your lips to trail a series of wet kisses down your neck, one of his hands caressing your thigh. “We have to be quiet …”
Because the goddess only knew how little you wanted Zelda to overhear—or any of the townspeople, lest their mendacious rumors multiply.
Link paused his nibbling of your earlobe to quip, “Only be a problem for one of us …”
What’s gotten into him? You almost wanted to show him who was boss—and remind him who normally started whimpering like crazy once lips were wrapped around his cock—but instead you resisted a laugh.
Link’s hand, once curious about your thigh, had since ascended past the hem of your nightdress to your naked sex, where now his fingers sought to play with your clit.
“Link ...”
Too late; Link already had you on your back, topping you with a hand in between your legs. He gently swiped at your clit while rocking his erection into your upper thigh. You whined and brushed kisses against Link’s naked collarbone.
“You’re just gonna make a mess,” You reasoned. But it didn’t stop you from palming his cock, where you felt him only grow harder under your play, nor from spreading your legs to give his hand better access to your folds.
Link ignored you, reaching down to kiss your lips before returning to the meal he had been making of your neck. He rocked into your hand at a faster pace now, all the while carefully swiping and tapping at your clit expertly, years of practice having taught him all the best—and quickest—ways of making you cum.
“Once we have a place all our own,” Link said, something suspiciously teasing about his tone, “we won’t have to be quiet anymore …”
Your head hit the back of the pillow with an exhale. Your toes curled; between Link’s fingers, now slick with your excitement from playing with your defenseless clit, his clothed cock in your palm, and his lips dancing across your sensitive neck, you were closer than you cared to admit. And since when had he learned to tease you—with words, no less?
“I thought you were worried about a mess?” Link said, punctuated with more considerate swipe at your entrance. “And yet …”
You were rocking into him now, your hips bucking in desperate need of his fingers. Heavy breaths in his ear, with one hand on his back and another on Link’s jumping cock, your mind was going blank.
“Link!” With a few circles against your clit you were cumming, a pronounced whine right at Link’s ear as you gripped him hard, felt his trousers grow wet and sodden with what could only be his own release. Still, you arched your back, vaguely surprised by the strength of your climax with such little play.
And as you were enraptured with your own release and Link muttered soft, clipped praises in your ear, you realized in some part of your brain not flooded by animal need that you had no idea what living in Tarrey Town would be like.
---
You would find out a week or so later.
Link had surprised you with a plot of land he had secured with a view overlooking Tarrey Town itself.
“It’s beautiful, Link,” was all you could say, breathlessly, as a breeze got caught in your hair.
You couldn’t quite intellectualize why you were so enraptured; you had seen and traveled to Tarrey Town with him many times, yet this was different. The two of you would be so … away from it all. A fact you thought you would find isolating and perhaps even sad, but instead found only relieving. If you stood outside, cradled by the breeze, you could believe it was only you and Link in the world and no one else.
“Mhm!” Granteson nodded enthusiastically, disrupting that ‘just you and Link’ illusion. “And if you have any second thoughts about the area, just let me know! We can go ahead and move you to wherever you want!”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Link said. Then, to you: “Let’s get started.”
Once Link knew you were satisfied, he immediately got to work with Ultrahand. The two of you had (mostly) agreed on the layout of your new home; a foyer, a study beside the bedroom. Adjacent from the bedroom there would be a kitchen, and adjacent to that would be a blessing room. You wanted flower pots on the roof. The only disagreements came from where Link would retire his weapons, which—
“The spears can’t go in the kitchen, Link—”
“It’ll be okay! We can use them to cut stubborn pieces of meat, and—”
“Okay? Okay? You want to be cooking porridge and accidentally poke your eyes out?”
Link eyed the tip of the nearest spear, leaned against the wall nearest the front door. “That won’t happen …”
But Link seemed unsure enough that he eventually relented and constructed a storage room for any scavenged weapons.
After a few days, Zelda came to check up on the two of you.
“Oh, look how much you’ve done already!” she had clapped her hands together, head tilted back to admire the full scope of the house. “It looks wonderful, you two!”
She, of course, especially loved the study, regardless of how small it was.
“I’ll be sure to lend you a few of my copies,” Zelda said while investigating the new shelves. “It just won’t do with them being as empty as they are.”
Link had been preoccupied with hauling an extra room before releasing it from Ultrahand. He seemed unsure of where to connect it and what to. “How are things in Hateno?” he asked, slightly out of breath.
“Things are going well, actually,” Zelda muttered, admiring the wood of your new home.
Her words, shaking at the hem of her voice, did not go unnoticed by you. “Is there still talk? People know we’re gone, right?”
Zelda cleared her throat. “Mm, yes. Yes, they know.”
You threw Link a suspicious look. He came over, having abandoned the new, box-shaped room, and closed the book Zelda was distracting herself with.
“Spill it, Zel,” You said, hand akimbo.
“Oh, I don’t want to repeat it!” Zelda cried. “It—People can be so horrible.”
“We can handle it,” Link said.
“It’s not that, it’s …” Zelda sighed, shoulders dropping. “Well, it’s just … the other day, I left the house to run a few errands—and I … overheard some women who seemed … shocked you and Link were the ones moving, not …”
You raised your brows. “Not?”
“Not … Not Link and I.”
You curled your lips into you mouth, but couldn’t prevent from laughing.
“It’s not funny!”
“First we’re a throuple, and now Link has a favorite?” Again, you tried to stop laughing—only to wheeze—
Link reached over and pinched your side.
“Ah!” You giggled. “What?”
“This is serious.”
“This is beneath you,” You countered. “The both of you,” You added, throwing a look at Zelda. “I can’t believe you thought I’d be hurt by something like this.”
“It’s just this kind of talk is just so corrosive to the harmony of the kingdom …” Zelda sounded genuinely dispirited.
“Maybe to the kingdom,” You said, taking Link’s hand, “but not to us. Seriously, Zelda we’ll be fine.”
She was quiet, but after a beat she smiled. “All right, then!”
After Zelda had left, Link got to work on dinner. He seemed agitated, but when you pressed and offered to help, he both insisted he cook and refused to give you an answer.
Better than the alternative. Link working with the ingredients you already had in the newfound kitchen was objectively better than what could happen; all you could think about was the time Link had brought home a whole bear at your doorstep. Zelda had nearly had a heart attack before she realized it was dead.
While the smell of his cooking wafted around, you took notes both by candlelight and the remnants of sunlight.
“You’re really not bothered?” Link said, adding a seasoning whose name escaped you into the pot. “Even a little?”
“Hm?” You looked up from your notes. “By what?”
“By what Zelda told us.”
“No,” You said without thought. “If anything, I’m sorry Zelda has to put up with this.” You resisted a snort readying itself at the back of your throat. “And that you do as well.”
Link brought dinner over. Prime meat stew. There was something reverent in the way he knelt before you, offering your plate first. Serving you first.
“What’s wrong?”
A few seconds passed before Link granted you a reply, “I don’t like you having to put up with this, either.”
“Link …”
Link reached over the table to take hold of your hand, holding it snug in his own. “You’re precious to me.”
“I know,” You murmured.
He then gestured at your plate. “Tell me if you like it.”
You began to eat, hungry. Link, himself, seemed hungry as he watched you, but didn’t touch his plate.
“It’s so good,” You hummed, eyes closing, satisfied by … the entire state of things. The new home, the warm saucy taste of the stew, the warmth of Link’s presence beside you.
When you opened your eyes, Link still hadn’t picked his spoon, oddly preoccupied with you.
You gestured to his plate. “You should eat something—I haven’t seen you eat all day.” You blinked, realizing what you had just said. “Should I be concerned?”
Link shook his head gently. “I don’t want it.”
“Really?” You frowned. “Then … What do you want to eat?”
Your candles illuminated Link’s face, and the vibrant, summer blue of his eyes. He didn’t answer, only leaned toward you—“You”—and kissed you. Surely he could taste the lingering seasonings still layered your tongue. You responded in kind, caressing his face as he pressed his body weight against you. You closed your eyes into the kiss and, robbed of sight, could only rely on Link’s adventurous lips and your sense of hearing; plates tinked at your side, then—
A surprised whimper escaped you as Link laid you atop the table. You looked up at Link from where he slotted himself between your legs. Again he showed you reverence; his hands softly grazed the path of your legs, his mechanical hand even gentler in its ascent. Goosebumps rose on your flesh at the ghostly touches. With a pleased hum, you tugged on Link’s tunic, both to bring him down to your level and to propel him to be less inhibited. He was so gentlemanly it puzzled you, always unsure if he had permission to touch you even after having so, so many times.
Receptive to your touch, Link knelt down and captured your lips—hungrier this time, thank Hylia. You wrapped legs around him, desperate for more. But it proved counterproductive; Link’s fingers bent over the start of your pants, coupled with your panties, and could only bring them down to your knees.
With great effort, Link broke away, a string of saliva bridging your lips to his. He kissed a train down your neck, collarbone, all the while sliding your bottoms down when you stretched your legs out to accommodate him.
You heard the flop of your bottoms hitting the floor just as Link pressed a kiss in the valley of your breasts. “Link …”
But his kisses were growing hungrier as he went lower, making you clench at the idea of what his lips would do once they met your cunt. Whining, you threaded fingers through Link’s untied hair, long since having abandoned his tie since coming home.
More kisses down your sternum left tiny dots of saliva to cool on your skin. As his bodyweight left, you split your legs to give him full access to his target.
You heard Link sigh, content and besotted. Then you felt his fingers pull your lips apart for a greater view and access to your cunt.
“So beautiful …”
Just as promised, he dove tongue first into your hole before licking up to your clit.
“You’re already a little wet …” Link moaned, hot breath brushing against your clit before he took it in his mouth.
You arched your back as Link’s hands gripped on to your thighs, pulling you forward into his eager mouth. “What’s—ah—gotten into you?” You asked, breath stuck in your throat when he kissed your clit, lips brushing against the sensitive nub. “All of a sudden—”
“Do you want to talk?” Link asked between licks, mockery lilting his voice.
Smartass—you thought but didn’t say as Link continued his work on you. As always, Link started slow, tentative, as though afraid he would grow too excited and nip you. He laid his tongue flat against your cunt, collecting more of your wetness on the pink little muscle before treating your clit as the epicenter of his attention once again.
“Link …” You reached forward to comb fingers through Link’s hair, inadvertently pushing his head farther into your cunt.
And Link was sure to collect what was there on his tongue—his enthusiastic tongue, swiping and savoring the taste of your cunt
You wouldn’t last long pressed against his learned mouth and you knew it. You cracked an eye open, roused by the sudden rustling at your right, and saw Link’s arm jerking frantically.
“You better cum inside me,” You murmured. “I don’t—mm—want you to waste a single bit of it…”
A rough groan from Link, who was busying his tongue on you while fisting his hungry cock. Naturally, the Link you knew was good at everything—that included multitasking; his mouth and other hand worked in tandem to serve your cunt. Two fingers fucked themselves inside of you while his tongue worked broad circles around your clit.
“Fuck.” Those fingers continued to tap and stroke at your spongy insides while the wild suction of Link’s mouth left your legs trembling. “Fuck, Link—Link!”
You clenched down on his fingers—now three instead of two—and threw your head back as Link’s tongue lapped desperately at your clit in what could only be his need to satiate the hunger he had for you.
“Ah!” You twitched in such a violent way Link moved to reorient you onto the table, so lost you were in your orgasm.
He kept pumping his fingers inside you, sure to help you ride out what was left of your high. In your rogue haze, you realized you couldn’t hear the rustling his hand had caused.
As you reached peak sensitivity, Link at last moved away. You blinked eyes open to see him still kneeling over you, raised a little higher; his red cock stood high and twitching.
You met Link’s eye and saw a pointed desperation there. He was waiting for you to come to so he could finish the job.
You licked your lips, chest raising and falling with harsh breaths.
“Give me another,” You demanded.
Link was on his feet, tugging his trousers down as he crawled on top of you. Still, he pecked you on the lips, clearly wanting to demonstrate tenderness despite it all. You clung to him, cunt throbbing to know you were making him this frenzied.
“I might—” Link struggled at your ear. “I don’t know if—”
“I don’t care,” You said, hugging him to you. “I just want you.”
Link nodded, shoulders relaxing as he adjusted above you. His cock sank easily into your sopping cunt, reigniting your heightened sensitivity from your last orgasm.
“Link …”
Your hands went to his back, clinging to him as he took his first thrust. Already, his hips stuttered, his pace clumsy due to incessant need. You couldn’t care less, simply happy to be in this position, with your man on top of you, his cock nestled tight and snug and eager in your cunt. The first time the two of you would have sex in your new home.
You’d be emotional if you weren’t already on the brink of another orgasm.
Link’s pace was improving as he remembered himself. His hips slapped into you with each thrust, skin on skin. The table underneath you jostled with Link’s force. Your heels dug into his lower back as one of Link’s hands raised above your head to grab the table’s edge.
“Link—Link—Fuck—!”
But he seemed to have forgotten himself again. You loved this, loved when he forgot his own strength, when he lost himself in you.
With a series of familiar shudders and shaky breaths, Link came to his end, jerking you with a final thrust. You were already clenching around him for the second time tonight, trembling underneath Link as he tried a few more weak thrusts to ride out his high and yours. You captured his lips, and he sighed into the kiss as he fucked his cum into you.
Link slumped, laying on top of you as lethargy blanketed him. Your breath mingled with his in the too-warm quiet of the night. Despite it all, you still felt strangely spent. Or maybe you were content. The table’s sharp edges were beginning to pierce uncomfortably into your back, and the position Link’s wanton need had situated in was not the most comfortable in general, yet you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
You didn’t remember much else; it seemed as though you blinked and you were in bed, beside Link who was dozing off himself, tracing an idle finger against your arm.
Candles burning out. Link’s ghostly touch. Then nothing.
---
When you woke the next morning, it was in Link’s arms, his face nestled in your neck and strands of hair tickling your upper arm. You smiled knowingly and ever-so-gently maneuvered out of his embrace, eyes roving over the disheveled sheets and messy table and candles long gone out.
You weaseled out of bed and welcomed the ache between your legs, ready to feed the horses outside.
You quickly threw on clothes and creaked the front door open, beelining for the stable—before you noticed something beside your home sign, forcing you to do a double-take …
FUCK.
The word lay sprayed over the sign, over your name and Link’s.
You stared, gob smacked. In the distance, your hungry horses neighed, aware that either you or Link were close by.
You blinked, motionless otherwise, before uttering the only word that came to mind:
“…Fuck.”
---
“So,” Zelda began with a disappointed pout, “it appears the issues lies in the fact that the two of you aren’t married.”
You, Link, Zelda, Rhondson and Hudson were gathered around the house. Link, deprived of something to fight, resigned to slowly pacing the floor, brows knitted in a deep frown.
“We’re so sorry about this,” Hudson said. “This is not representative of Tarrey Town’s values!” He nodded affirmatively towards you. “I promise, we’ll get to the bottom of who did this.”
“Still,” Zelda said, her pretty green eyes hooded with concern. “Who would think to do something like this?”
“I’m a little confused,” Rhondson said. “What were they trying to convey exactly?”
Zelda rolled her eyes. “It’s an old … acronym of sorts.” She put her next words in air quotes, “’Fornication under consent of the king.’ Hence… that word. It’s just childish, really.”
“Wouldn’t it be queen, though?” Hudson said.
“I don’t think whoever did this had the brains to figure that out,” Zelda said.
“This is just ridiculous,” You said, throwing hands up. “It’s not like we even bother anybody! Why can’t people get a life and leave us alone.”
“My thinking exactly,” Zelda said—and her tone had a pointed, protective edge to it. Goddess above, you loved this girl. “This is certainly not how I wanted to start my venture as the Queen of Hyrule.”
There was a short pause, then:
“Do you think …” Rhondson began.
“Hmm?” Hudson said. “What is it, dear?”
Rhondson let out the kind of sexy sigh her people were known for. “Do you think the harassment were to stop should the two of you get married?”
You and Link exchanged looks. The severe expression the circumstance had led Link to wear softened as he stared at you.
“Of course we’ve thought about it,” You murmured. “And it’ll happen …”
And it almost had; Link had proposed and you’d been the one to decline shortly before Ganondorf had risen his slimy, over-sized head, before Zelda had been stolen away by the Time Stone. You’d had a bad feeling beforehand, and you’d been right.
“But it won’t happen like this,” You said, and everyone in the room seemed taken aback by the bite in your tone. “We’re not getting married to stop people from bullying us. We’ll make this stop.”
Hudson laughed. “That’s the spirit.”
“I’ll go into town,” Zelda said.
“No, Your Majesty,” Rhondson said. “I’ll keep an ear out for any gossip—nothing normally gets passed me. If I hear anything, I’ll be sure to let (Y/n) and Link know.”
Zelda seemed deflated. “There must be something I can do.”
You came over to her and put your hand on her shoulder. “You’ve got enough on your plate ruling an entire kingdom. You can’t worry yourself over petty happenstances like these.” You looked over your shoulder to Link. “This is our fight; we’ll handle this.”
That was the end of it for now. Once everyone left, you plucked the sign out of the ground and hurled it over the cliff.
Link was in a foul mood for the rest of the day and took to ignoring you, abandoning the house to traipse around the nearby woods. You were annoyed, but left him to it; it was probably a good idea for him to blow off some steam killing Moblins, Wizzrobes, and fucking Octoroks. At the thought, your jaw clenched up.
Maybe I should join him …
Instead you mulled over solutions to your little slander problem, taking brief interludes to catch up on editions of the Lucky Clover Gazette (thankfully, the rumors about the three of you hadn’t made it to Traysi …. Yet).
At sundown, Link returned, and you confronted him.
“Just talk to me,” You pressed.
Cornered, Link dropped a bow he was holding—that looked suspiciously Lynel in design—at the front door.
“I don’t like that I can’t protect you from this,” he said dejectedly.
“I don’t need protecting, my love,” You said, leaning away from the small table in the foyer. “You know that more than anyone else.”
Link cringed, most likely because he knew he had stepped in it.
But you weren’t mad—at least not anymore; you knew this was hard for him. Link the warrior always solved his problems (and the problems of others) through direct confrontation with the thing causing issues. But there was no monster to fight, no dungeon to solve, just a frustrating happenstance with the potential to ruin your reputation, along with his and Zelda’s. And make it harder for you to look shopkeepers in the eye. They don’t construct Master Swords for petty chin wagging.
Perhaps they should. “What I need is for us to be a team and work this out together,” You said.
Link nodded. He stepped toward you and wrapped a protective arm over your waist. “I’m sorry.”
You pecked him on the cheek, caressed it. “We’ve both had much bigger problems than this—at least this one won’t turn into a dragon by the end of it.”
A tick at Link’s lips, but he wouldn’t let himself laugh.
He knows I’m funny. You let it go and continued: “Anyway, I’ve had some ideas while you were gone.”
“Something’s not right to me, Link,” You said. “So … somebody climbed all the way up here to put a lurid sign outside our house and that’s it?” You propped your chin up with your knuckle. “Then I started thinking. And, well … who do we know that likes to fuck with us on an almost quotidian basis?”
You wiggled your brows at Link, whose expression lightened with clarity.
“Ahhh.” He perked. “In that case, I have an idea.”
You smiled, detecting the mischievous glint that had come to Link’s eye. “Well, I’m all ears.”
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“Mmm—”
“Ngh—(Y/n), you—ah—can’t—!”
“You just look so good in this—”
“Ah-hah—We—we have to focus!”
True. The question was how exactly were you supposed to keep hands to yourself when Link looked like that in his Sheikah garb?
You were dressed similarly, but that wasn’t the point.
It was Link’s idea for you to break out the Sheikah gear for extreme silence as you neared the stable. You didn’t want to be caught by the suspects of your theory, but you didn’t want typical stable goers to detect you either.
“East Akkala Stable isn’t far,” Link said before playfully swatting your hand away.
“Fine,” You acquiesced with a stubborn, playful huff, following Link down his descent down the hill. The road ribboned in the darkness as dusk fell. Sunset fireflies danced in the air of the coming night before skittering away, frightened by your approach.
The outside of the stable was deserted. Goats baahed and a dog kneaded you for attention, nibbling on your pants leg before you batted it away.
You knelt beside Link, who’d arrived first by the window of the Stable, and remained silent.
And waited.
You walked into the stable a few minutes later, stumbling as though tipsy, and followed by Link, wearing a smirk too devilish for his face. Excess blush made your cheeks an unnatural, blotchy red.
You held the back of your hand on your forehead dramatically. “Oh, Link!” You flew into Link’s arms. Heads turned in response to your theatrics. “My sexy, hunk of a knight! I’m getting excited just looking at you!”
Link brazenly cupped one of your breasts. “I feel the same about you! This is the perfect place to make love, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yes!” Rhapsodic, you leaped into Link’s arms, where he caught you by your under-thighs. “The only thing that could make this better is if we got Queen Zelda involved!”
Confused, scandalized murmurs followed at the mention of Zelda and her title.
“We have to remind her we’re available, we both know how she can never get enough …!”
“I can’t fucking believe this!” You—the real you—hissed in Link’s ear. “So this is what they’ve been doing! This whole time, they’ve been spreading lies about us and pretending to be us!”
Link grunted, displeased.
The other Link, on the other hand, seemed more than pleased. “Yes!” He gripped your shoulders, and you dipped your head while in his arms. “Right here, right now, in front of everyone inside this stable!”
Murmurs of shock. A group of women ushered themselves out immediately. Some of the men looked excited, watching to see what would happen next.
“He—Hey!” The stable manager cried. You remembered this one: his name was Rudi. “This is a clean establishment! The two of you can’t just come in here with that kind of talk!”
You turned your head to glare at Rudi, your chest in Link’s face. “Stay out of this if you wanna keep your head, ingrate.”
“Yeah,” Link said. “Listen to my little bitch—”
An arrow surged past Link’s face by a mere inch and stabbed the curved stable wall behind him. A surge of outcries now as people leaped from their barstools, their beds, alarmed.
You snapped your head to the side to see the real Link—your Link—bearing a bow, looking angrier than you had ever seen him.
“Link,” You said. When had he gotten it out?
But Link’s attention was on the two impostors—specifically the false him, who had since dropped you and stood trembling, staring wide-eyed at the arrow.
In a flash, Link replaced his bow for his sword, leaped through the window and lunged toward his false twin—
Only for the false you to thwart him, your blade kissing his.
“Not so fast, hero,” You taunted him. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Everyone,” Link said. “Get out! It’s not safe!”
Nobody needed to be told twice; folks scrambled to leave the stable, even the poor owner.
The false Link transformed: it was a Yiga foot soldier in his uniform, face obscured by a mask.
“He finally reveals himself!” said the foot soldier. “Heh! This’ll be fun—”
“Think so?”
The foot soldier turned his head. “Huh—?”
He gave a strangled yelp as your knee smashed into his mask, shattering one side of it and knocking him to the floor.
“Because I was thinking the same thing,” You said, retrieving your Eightfold Blade. “But I doubt this’ll be that fun for you.”
“You think can stop us?” The false you said, balancing the strength of Link’s blade with her own. “Your reputation’s already ruined!”
You didn’t respond, instead surveying her with a smirk. “What a cheap imitation,” You said. “I thought the Yiga were supposed to be experts at this.”
“Wha—? You little—”
Link pushed, and the confident gleam in your false twin’s eye petered out—the second of distraction you had given her was enough for Link to immediately gain the upper hand, shoving and meeting her in actual combat, blade on blade.
The false Link came for you, but there was nothing he could do that your brief rendezvous with the Yiga hadn’t taught you already.
The foot soldier momentarily transformed back into his Link facade, forcing you to pause in your charge.
“Heh, how soft,” he mocked you. “You’d never attack your precious little—”
You almost broke your knuckles on his face.
“Like I said,” You said, “Cheap imitation.”
He recovered quickly, what with a stumble, and you met him enthusiastically in battle. Somewhat adequate, but he obviously had not defeated as many monsters as you had. He couldn’t keep up with you, and soon you had swept his long blade out of his grip with your own and flung it toward Link, who was making quick work of your double.
You didn’t like their chances before Link leaped through the window, but by the end even you felt a little sorry for them. The Yiga foot soldier who’d engaged with you hung over the side of the bar, nose bloodied and blinking drunkenly through his cracked mask.
“You … won’t get away with this,” he huffed out. “All glory to Master Kohga—”
“Don’t bother praising him”—With a cartwheel kick, you silenced him with a foot to the face. He swung over and fell gracelessly to the floor—“until he trains you better.”
You looked over at Link. At some point the false you had transformed into her true Yiga self and she, too, lay unconscious on the floor.
You rejoined him as he sheathed his sword.
“Well, at least we got to the bottom of all this …” You said, hand on your hip. “We really should’ve known.”
Link jerked his head toward the front door.
“Oh!” You perked up. How could you have forgotten? “You can come back in now!”
The two of you brought back those who were willing. A few travelers gathered around the Yiga members as though they were museum attractions, fascinated by both their uniforms and poor states.
“I’m so sorry about all of this,” You told Rudi. “I hope you can see this was all just a big misunderstanding.”
“Oh, forget it!” Rudi said, sounding relieved. “I’m just happy it turned out to not be the two of you!” he patted Link on the back.
“We can fix these tables,” You offered.
“Like I said: forget it! Thanks you for putting a stop to them. I thought for sure they would scare all my customers away.” He cleared his throat, a pink tint to his cheeks. “Any way I can repay you?”
“We want to fix what we broke,” Link insisted.
Rudi sighed, shaking his head. “Man, those two were really out of their depths disguising themselves as you both.” When he saw neither of you would budge, he sighed. “Fine, fine! But you still haven’t answered my question.”
Link seemed to consider this. “Maybe another membership point?” he asked.
“You got it!”
A few moments later, the foot soldiers were tied to poles, groaning in turn from injuries sustained. Overhead, the lamps swayed; their bruises came in and out of view.
“Yiga members disguised themselves as us to mar our reputations,” You told Link. “Traysi and Penn will love this.”
Link smiled—a gesture that relieved you after the wrath that had been on his face moments earlier—and nodded.
“We’ve gotta let Zelda know, as well,” You went on.
“You two do what you have to,” Rudi said, cracking his knuckles. “We’ll take care of the Yiga folks for you …”
A few stable goers encroached …
“Gah!” The once false Link regained consciousness. He shook his head, ridding himself of his lethargy. “This—This isn’t over!” He made a sign, grabbed his companion’s arm through the constriction of ropes, and poofed away. The ropes sagged to the floor as stable goers gawked.
You sighed. “We should’ve seen that coming.” You watched as Link started collecting the rope, looping it over his forearm. “At least they got totally humiliated before getting away?” You added to find a silver lining.
Frowning, Link nodded. “You’re right.”
With the show clearly over, stable goers began to resume their activities, reclaiming their beds before they could be taken by rival guests.
“And maybe—Oh, Hylia!”
With the rope gone, a leftover became visible. You knelt down to collect it.
“Of course they left a banana,” You said, holding up the fruit.
“… Can I have it?” Link asked.
Of course he wanted it. Remembering Link had forgone lunch, you offered it to him, happy to finally see his mood improve as he peeled it and took a well-earned bite.
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JUST THIS IN! A new scoop from your pals at the Lucky Clover Gazette!
Readers, you won’t believe this one: we’ve received word from one of our closest confidants that members of the notorious Yiga clan have been using their impressive skills with disguise to impersonate the likes of (Y/n), the hero of legend, Link, and our very own newly-instated queen of Hyrule, Zelda!
It doesn’t take a genius to deduce their motivations; the Yiga have despised the Hyrule royals and their associates for quite some time. It would be in line with their long-time agenda for the people of this realm to lose faith in our heroes and question their legitimacy with the use of impersonation and hearsay! But their dastardly plot has been put to rest.
We’re here to spread the word, as always, and we encourage our readers to keep their wits about them. Do not believe everything you hear, or see—even if it’s taking place before your own eyes! If you see our delightful trio engaging in unspeakable acts in public, it is most likely a ploy.
Stay vigilant, and stay tuned for our next edition, only here at the Lucky Clover Gazette!
“Absolutely outstanding,” Zelda said, lowering the newspaper by her buttered apples. “So this whole time, it was the Yiga clan spreading rumors and pretending to be us!”
“Yep.” You came to sit by Zelda. “Traysi was salivating at the idea of dropping this story, but she still sent me an unedited version of this month’s edition just in case we wouldn’t be okay with it.”
“She asked if I wanted to work with Penn again,” Link added.
“Those Yiga and their tricks …!” Zelda frowned at the steam rising from her cup. “Curse them! But thank Hylia it’s all over and done with!” She faced Link. “But why does she want you and Penn to reunite?”
“To handle the other Yiga members,” Link replied, “and help spread the story.” He looked at you. “I told her I’d have to ask you first.”
“That would be an excellent idea!” Zelda said. “We all know how relentless the Yiga are; it may take a few more pointed attempts to flush them out.”
You came over to Link, settling in his lap and wrapping arms around his neck. He raised his brows at you, but you only kissed him on the cheek.
“I think it’s a great idea, too.” You twirled a piece of Link’s hair around your finger, admiring his pink cheeks. “But I think I’d prefer it if we took some time to enjoy our new home first.”
Link nodded, looking determined despite your petting. “We’re not finished with it.”
“And now the two of you can work on the rest of it in peace!” Zelda said. “Oh, this is marvelous—and of course, I’ll do my part to make sure this revelation reaches every corner of Hyrule. It can be one of my first decrees as queen!”
You exchanged looks with Link. Is that good enough for now? You knew Link—he knew his desire to play house with you was currently rubbing up against a need to dish out some punishment toward the Yiga for their filthy tricks. You knew his desire to protect those closest to him, whether it be their body or honor on the line, would outweigh whatever his id told him to do. Even if it meant he would never slow down. He would never rest.
“Okay,” Link said.
You blinked, surprised.
“It’s settled, then!” Zelda offered you one of her apple slices. “Let’s eat to celebrate the end of all this nonsense!”
You took a slice, wanting nothing more than to press Link on why he agreed so readily to you, only to think better of it.
The reality was you would see very little of Zelda for the next few months; with the stress of the scandal having subsided, that left only her new queen duties to attend to. That left one day the three of you could enjoy one another as friends—like before, when you all shared a house in Hateno.
Those days were gone, and it made you sad, but also strangely hopeful.
Things were always ending, so new things could begin.
Zelda bid the two of you a heartfelt goodbye after a day spent together. Once she was gone, you turned and leaned your back up against the front wall. Just like that, it was you and Link again—Link, smiling at you.
“So,” You murmured, crossing your arms, “no Yiga hunting? I wasn’t expecting you to give in so soon, it’s not like you.”
Link was quiet for a beat, expression considerate. “This whole ordeal has taught me a few things.”
“Oh?”
“There’s more than one way to tend to someone.” Link came to you, caressed your hand in his. “I want to address the Yiga and make them pay for what they’ve done.”
“But …?” You asked as Link placed a gingerly kiss to your knuckles.
“I want to cater to you, too.”
And it occurred to you just how true this was for you also. The wild was many things: freeing, adventurous, wondrous. It was beautiful. But so was building a home for someone. With someone. To create a place they might lay their head down when weary, when the world left them cold and exhausted, when it ravaged.
If you could create such a space for Link, you could die happy.
“I want to take care of you, too, hero,” You said, tracing a finger over the ghost of Link’s kiss. “You just hardly ever let me.”
Link’s head turned to follow you as you stepped away from the door. “Tomorrow, I want to start on the upstairs.”
You nodded in agreement, all the while leading him to bed. “In the mean time, do you think you could get a fire going for me?” You felt a chill coming on. It didn’t get very cold in Tarrey, nor near it, but you had a feeling tonight would be different. “I read in the Gazette that there’s a cold front coming in, so it’ll be chilly tonight.”
Link waited until you got into bed, all before pressing a reverent kiss to your forehead.
needy link who doesn’t even comprehend the strength of his thrusts. and his stamina almost never ran out. as inexperienced as he is, his strength makes up for it. explains why he’s so incredibly desperate to be milked, he just loves pounding away at your pretty pussy until he’s empty. slamming into your cunt over and over from tip, to base. he wasn’t huge, but he reached far enough, pulling out and dropping his body weight between your legs, making sure every inch is squeezed inside you. he hit all the right spots, he did fuck good. it was all the whining and desperation and pussy drunk thoughts overtaking him to destroy you this brainless,
you’d almost forgotten about the spicy meat and seafood fry you had burning over your campfire.
★ — synopsis
in the hush of faron woods, link finds more than fresh water — he finds eyes watching him from beneath it. a river nymph, shy and reverent, begins leaving him offerings; lilies one day, stones the next. what begins as curiosity blooms into a fragile communion, a wordless worship between mortal and spirit. she learns his silence; he learns her warmth. when she finally rises from the river, trembling and radiant, their touch breaks the boundary between worlds — a quiet, desperate joining of water and flesh, stillness and sound.
★ — tags & warnings
MDNI / 18+ only • explicit sexual content • reader-insert • link x reader (river nymph!reader) • legend of zelda / breath of the wild au • ab riding • clingy!reader • light overstimulation • light dacryphilia • body worship • forest / river setting • post-battle exhaustion
the faron woods don't simply stand; they breathe. and link, leaning on the chipped slate of his shield beneath the bruised dusklight, felt less a man in them than a fragment of their untamed, half-feral solitude. the battle was long over, the shadow of malice a fading nightmare, yet he carried its silence in his bones. his quiet wasn't cold; it was the exhausted truce of a warrior who had simply run out of things to say. he moved with a grace born of constant danger, a hushed economy of motion that spoke volumes the hero himself would not.
the river drew him not with promise, but with necessity—a source of cool, clean drink, a place to wash the perpetual dust from his leather tunic. he knelt by the veridian stream, the water so clear it looked like liquid moonlight poured over polished obsidian. he was tired, utterly and completely, and watched his own reflection waver—a ghost of a hero, bearded and gaunt.
and then, he caught the movement.
it was there, barely a whisper against the reeds, in the space where his reflection should have been sharpest. you, a nymph, your skin a slick, translucent pearl, shimmering with the water's own inner phosphorescence. you were less flesh and more waterlight, your form coalescing just beneath the surface tension. your eyes, wide and startled as a fawn's, drank him in: the dust, the leather, the scars that mapped his exhaustion—the one that hooked across his ribs, the older, silvered line on his forearm.
you didn't move. he didn't breathe. for a moment, you were two points of absolute stillness in a churning world. your curiosity was a palpable thing, thick as the river's cold mist. you were watching the scar of his life, the evidence of his human, mortal fight, and it fascinated you, who had only known the smooth, ageless flow of the water.
in that heart-stopping breath, you were gone, dissolving into the lap of the current like a missed chord in an old song, leaving only a lingering chill on the air.
he didn't leave the river for three days. a soldier’s exhaustion warred with a primal, almost spiritual pull. he made camp beneath the thick canopy, sleeping lightly, but every moment he was awake, he felt you.
your presence was a subtle thing. a shift in the way the light fractured through the leaves, a sudden, soft pressure against his nape when he turned his back. when he woke the first morning, there were gifts—not the usual fruits or arrows, but lilies, their white petals still wet, left by the hilt of his sword. on the second, a cluster of emerald-green river stones, arranged with precise, silent care.
you were trailing him, an invisible current of awe and devotion. he could sense you when he ate his plain meal, the faint, crystalline laugh that echoed when he moved, and the persistent, hypnotic glint of waterlight in the corners of his vision. your world was water and echo; his was silence and scar. and your curiosity bordered on worship—a fascination with his quiet, solid, human stillness.
he began to leave offerings in return. at first, simple things: a smooth, fire-polished piece of wood, a single, perfect apple. he would place them at the river's edge, then retreat to a distance, watching the slow, expectant ripple of the water where you hid. he was learning your language, the communication of near-silence.
the trust began to bloom like the night-flowering water lilies, slow and agonizingly fragile. you were teaching him to slow his breathing; he was teaching you that the human world could be gentle.
on the fifth evening, the air was thick with the scent of wet moss and impending rain. link knelt at the edge of the deepest pool, his silence heavy and open, a deliberate invitation. he had just finished carefully polishing the hylian crest on his shield. he was clean, shaven, and waiting.
you broke the barrier this time, not with a vanishing ripple, but with a slow, agonizing emergence. you rose from the water, your skin translucent, like fine porcelain barely concealing a faint inner light. your hands—delicate, webbed slightly, beautiful—emerged first, resting tentatively on a submerged root. the water slicked off you in silver sheets.
link met your gaze, his own eyes the soft, mutable gray of the twilight sky. he said nothing. he simply reached into his satchel and offered a piece of roasted fowl—a human gesture of peace, of shared hearth and tangible nourishment.
your voice, when it came, was a trembling whisper, the sound of water running over polished stone, each word a precious, carefully extracted sound. "you are... not like the stories. you are still."
he nodded, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, his expression utterly gentle. he held the meat out until you tentatively reached for it, your cool fingers brushing his calloused palm—the first, agonizing contact. and the forest hushed around them, listening with ancient, mossy ears to the soft friction of human and nymph.
the contact—a whisper of cool, smooth skin against rough, calloused warmth—was a catalyst. you didn't take the roasted fowl. instead, you let the tremor run up your arm, pulling your hand back just enough to rise fully from the water, stepping onto the soft, wet bank. the mud felt foreign beneath your arching foot, but the press of his gaze was a more powerful current. the air around you felt fragile, ready to break. link remained kneeling, utterly still, and you moved to him, your movements hesitant yet driven by a fierce, ancient curiosity that obliterated all fear. the water slicked off your skin in silver rivulets, and you settled before him on your knees, your entire being focused on the contrast: his smoke-and-leather scent and your mint-and-river chill. you reached out again, slow and deliberate, your hands seeking the real of him, ignoring the offering of food for the silent offering of his flesh.
you pressed your cool, slick body against the roughness of his tunic, the shock of his heat stealing the small measure of breath you had managed to carry onto the land. your fingers found the hard curve of his jaw, tracing the faint stubble with a reverence that felt like a blessing. your touch was a worship of the tangible, of solid, scarred flesh.
his own restraint, a wall built of years of solitude and duty, snapped like a dam. he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around the slick, cool silk of your waist, and lowered you both onto the thick, wet moss. the evening light, filtered through the canopy, turned the world into a chamber of emerald and silver.
what unfolded was not a seduction, but a communion forged in mutual awe.
you kissed him first, a hesitant, exploratory press of cold lips against the heat of his. he tasted of smoke, dust, and something earthy and solid. you tasted of mint and river current.
"i want to feel... what is real," you whispered, your voice cracking, your chest heaving with a sudden, devastating human emotion. "i want to know your stillness. can i know it? can i find where the silence lives?"
he said nothing, but his eyes, soft and consuming, answered you. you were desperate for the feel of him, for the skin beneath the worn leather. you reached up, your fingers clumsy with need, and lifted the hem of his tunic, pulling it up and bunching it beneath his chest, exposing the pale, taut length of his abdomen.
he shifted, his silence heavy, leaning back to rest on the moss. his strong, silent hands guided you, settling you down onto him. you were sitting directly on the firm, chiseled plain of his chest. he was a perfect, warm anchor beneath your cool, slick body.
"oh, there," you breathed, a tiny, worshipping sound, as you pressed the delicate, sensitive skin of your core against the powerful ridges of his muscle. "you're so warm. such an... anchor."
you began to move, slow and continuous, an action driven by frantic, teary search for a feeling you could keep, a physical proof of his warmth. he was utterly still beneath you, a mountain you were trying to climb and claim. your movements were clumsy and desperate, all emotion, and he was the anchor, his hips slightly raised to increase the delicious, rough friction against his tight skin. he didn't speak, but his hands, calloused and strong, moved to your hips, pulling you down and setting a deep, continuous rhythm.
"i don't... i don't know the proper current for this," you choked out, your face wet with river water and tears of pure, needy overwhelm. your entire being focused on the joining, your hands clutching the solid muscle of his shoulders as if to save yourself from drowning. the hard, warm press of his body against yours was a painful, exquisite anchor. you were clingy, teary, your need a palpable, aching thing. "i'm afraid i'll vanish before you know me. do you feel the real part of me here, hero? am i solid enough now?"
link, the silent warrior, was utterly undone.
he let his gaze meet yours, and the sheer, overwhelming awe in his eyes shattered you. the only sound in the deep, ancient quiet of the woods was his own: a ragged, panting, continuous sound—a guttural prayer torn from his chest. his expression was a landscape of soft pain and deep pleasure, of overwhelming overstimulation from the slow, continuous motion. the ridges beneath you grew harder, clenching with every breath he released. he looked up at you, a silent offering of his entire being.
you moved faster, desperate to chase the sounds you were dragging from his chest—the heavy breathy sounds of his surrender. "i need your sound," you whispered, your voice catching on a sob. "i need to drown in your sound." you leaned forward, your wet hair sweeping across his exposed chest, and your hands left his shoulders to trace the flat, firm plane of it, marveling at the strength beneath you.
you cried out, your own climax starting as a dizzying fall, and immediately, link’s own body gave way beneath you. a powerful, gasping moan broke from him, the sound muffling against your shoulder, his arms tightening around your back, clutching your slick body to his own. you collapsed onto the warmth of his body, the skin slick with your natural lubrication, the entire area hot with friction, a searing, beautiful confirmation of your fleeting, mortal union.
afterward, the quiet was deeper than before. the only sounds were the soft, hypnotic lapping of the river and the gentle skritch of his thumb tracing the curve of your hip. he held you, his other hand finding the back of your head, fingers tangling in your wet, soft hair—a gesture of profound aftercare, a silent promise of safety in a world you both knew was fleeting.
"i felt your silence break," you whispered into his neck, your voice small. "it was the most beautiful music."
he simply shifted, nudging your chin up until your eyes met, and he offered you the softest, most exhausted smile you had ever seen.
you eventually slipped back into the veridian stream, sinking down until only your shoulders and luminous, heartbreaking eyes were visible above the surface. he remained on the bank, his skin still slick with the essence of your union, his body humming with a deep, wordless fulfillment.
he watched you, and you watched him. he stood and turned toward the dark path, but his gaze lingered on the water, his eyes unreadable in the dark. the river held its breath behind him, its cool, ancient spirit mourning the beauty and the melancholy of something half divine and half doomed.
★ Synopsis:Based on my series The Three Promises (which I haven't posted yet, so it's fine to read this separately — it doesn't affect anything at all), after saving Four, who fell from a bridge into a fast-moving river, you were separated from the group when the current swept you away. Now, soaked and with night falling, you take shelter in a cave after signs of rain appear. So it's just you and him in the cave, both drenched, cold, and alone.
★ Tags:Very mild angst, more for the reader than for the story itself, somewhat paranoid thoughts??, soft, light romance if you close your eyes tightly.
Nothing could go wrong, yet you felt that somehow you only brought bad luck to the team. I mean, you were just an ordinary person—no Triforce, no magic, no impactful backstory, unless running away from home, dressing as a man, and joining the guard counted for something. But the truth was, you had no remarkable achievements. Maybe that was the reason, or perhaps it was because they all remembered him. Whatever it was, you felt compelled to save the boy, which led to the current situation: the two of you, soaked, taking shelter in a cave from the increasingly heavy rain, with a campfire you’d managed to build right there, on edge.
The silence between you was thick, broken only by the constant sound of feet squelching in mud and Four’s slightly labored breathing.
You bit the inside of your cheek. It was awkward—a very weird atmosphere, for you. I mean, what could you even say now? Ask Four to take off his clothes and put them near the fire to dry? That, despite being a good idea, could come off as strange, a bit perverted. You weren’t that close, after all; you’d been with the group for less time. What could you do? He was there in the corner, shivering from the cold. You had to do something—he could catch a chill. Scanning every corner, you noticed the small cave had nothing but rocks, a few branches, and leaves blown in by the wind. That was it.
You had your small backpack—since you felt guilty about Epona carrying it, she wasn’t even yours—and opening it, you found some things were wet. Digging through, you saw the emergency blanket you always carried. It was a bit damp but not too bad. Taking it out and hanging it near the fire on an improvised line, you watched the moisture slowly evaporate, maybe because of the fabric. Whatever the reason, you took a deep breath, mustering a tiny bit of courage as you tossed more branches onto the fire.
In a simple, neutral tone, you asked the boy beside you to go behind the blanket, take off his clothes to dry near the fire, and use the blanket to cover himself afterward. In the lingering silence, you added that it was so he wouldn’t catch a cold and that you wouldn’t look—that it was okay—making sure it didn’t sound like you were some pervert or giving the wrong idea.
The whole time, staring at the fire, you wondered what the group’s next move would be. The most logical thing would be for the group to go down the river to look for Four, so after the rain, you’d need to go up the river to find them. Easy.
“Aren’t you going to dry your clothes too?” you heard the boy’s voice, which caught you a bit off guard. Still looking at the fire, not wanting to risk seeing him, you just shook your head. You weren’t cold—maybe because you were thinking too much. Your clothes were also made of different fabric; they dried quickly. And like the fire, your body heat was high from the adrenaline rush of rescuing Four. So, no, you didn’t need to. Besides, you were pretty used to these situations in your own world.
Seeming to swallow his response, Four could only nod in agreement even though you weren’t looking. He was utterly confused by the whole situation, his four colors in his mind each voicing different opinions and theories about the best way to say things.
Whatever it was, even though it was somewhat embarrassing to be in his underwear with a blanket covering him, you were still in damp clothes. You were still a bit wet, even if less so from staying close to the fire and tending to it.
The rain stopped. The sudden silence that filled the cave entrance was almost louder than the storm itself, broken only by the constant dripping of water from leaves and the stone ceiling. You stayed still for a moment, listening, confirming, before asking if Four was dry and dressed yet.
From under the blanket, there was movement—which you didn’t look at, keeping your eyes fixed on the embers of the fire—and you carefully went through the ritual: spreading the embers with a stick, covering them with damp soil from the entrance, making sure not even a wisp of smoke escaped.
“I’m dressed now.” The boy’s voice came from behind you, and as you took the blanket back, you stored it inside your backpack, feeling its damp weight against your back.
It wasn’t comfortable, but it was normal—a discomfort to be endured. With a nod toward the cave exit, you set off, not looking back to see if he was following. You knew he was. Heading up the riverbank, the silence between you was sharp, but it was fine. You weren’t much of a talker—he knew that. The intimacy wasn’t great, even though Four didn’t mention or show that, despite everything you’d been through, he’d developed a bit of a crush on you.
★ Author's note:I had the idea to write a more down-to-earth one-shot. I was reading some fics with a cave setting that ended up going down a more smutty path, with nudity at the end, and that wasn't what I wanted to do right now. Since I'm still working on the reader, I preferred something lighter and simpler. I'm not judging this type of fic—I actually like them a lot—I just want to experiment with other ways of writing.
Legend sat on the floor of his home with his hookshot in hand and tools scattered all around him. The blasted thing had jammed weeks ago but without the proper tools he hadn’t been able to fix it for some time. The mechanism was complex, finicky and though he had done it before, Legend settled himself down knowing he would likely be at this most of the day.
The others had ether gone into town, likely to restock on anything they needed. Or were wisely staying out of his way. Leaving him to focus for nearly two hours in blissful silence until he eventually felt the couch cushions behind him dip. He didn't look up from his work. Didn't even shoot whoever had just joined him a sly remark or even an acknowledgement that he knew they were now here.
Whoever it was now sat behind him did the same. No attempts at idle chat or witty banter. In fact whoever it was, was so quiet that Legend still has no idea who it was. Which, that in itself narrowed it down to only a few of the heros but there was still plenty of people it could be.
But as the tight roll of chains snapped against his finger he pushed the thought from his mind. This was his favorite hookshot damn it, and he was not about to have to go and fish out his other ones.
More time passed, he wasn’t entirely sure how much, but his back was already sore from leaning over for so long. His fingers ached from the tedious work of untangling, reshaping and reconnecting the fragile chain inside. His stomach growled, protesting the lunch he likely had forgone in favor to simply get finished quicker.
Something crossed into his field of vision and for a moment he thought his stomach was playing tricks on him. A hand, holding a thin slice of apple out towards him or at least that's what it seemed like from the corner of his eye. Another loud rumble of his stomach and the apple slice was held a bit closer to him.
Legend eyed it curiously. His hands were entirely tangled in parts and tools. There would be no way he could let go to take the slice. His protesting stomach insisted that he try something however else it force him to take a break! So he leaned his head over, grabbed the slice with his teeth and took a bite.
It was one from his orchard. He'd know the taste anywhere and it was a welcomed comfort to his senses. The hand disappeared from view as he chewed and swallowed. Pleased that his concentration had not been broken in his need to satisfy his still rather empty stomach.
The hand returned a second later with another slice. Repeating his actions, he leaned over and took it into his mouth. It easily slipped into a small pattern as he continued his work. So much that Legend had almost embarrassingly opened his mouth in anticipation before the slice even appeared.
At long last, they stopped coming. Likely having run out from the impromptu lunch.
Legend doubled down on his efforts with the small red hookshot. Switching tools when needed with the occasional swear word thrown out when he couldn't quite get the right thing to move.
Ages later he could hear the door open and someone shuffling inside. “Mr Hero!!” Legend immediately groaned at the shout of his familiar nickname.
“There you are Mr Hero! Can-”
Legend held up a hand, signally for Ravio to stop talking. He just needed one more minute. One more little twist of the blasted thing and theeen…
”Fucking finally.” He dropped his tools and closed his eyes as he slumped back against the couch with a freshly restored hookshot. He closed his eyes, letting his head flop backwards in relief to finally be done.
Ravio snickered from where he stood in the doorway. “Apologies, I didn't realize you had…company.”
Ravio's comment struck him as odd. He hadn't heard anyone else come into the house so why was he referencing them? And why would that make him laugh? Maybe they were all messing around outside? Oh crap, he could only imagine the ridiculous antics some of them have likely gotten themselves into. Legend just hoped it was far from the orchard at least but with his luck they had would accidentally burn it to the ground.
He should go check on them. Make sure they're okay and aren't touching things they aren't supposed to.
He should get up.
He sighed, finding it hard to even care about what the others could be up to. He was much more focused on the relaxing sensation of fingers running through his hair. The way they scratched lightly at his scalp, releasing any tension or worries he could possibly be having.
His eyes flew open, sitting straight back up as he came to his senses. Not only has he completly forgotten that somewas was supposedly behind him. But that someone had been, no, was touching him and he hadn’t even noticed! He spun around so fast that his spine cracked.
You were sitting there, back leaning against the armrest with your legs stretched out before you. One of the books he had gotten in Holodrum held up in one hand while the other rested on the arm rest behind you. Hand dangling over the edge where his head had just been.
Legend noted the way your fingers still slowly moved which means you hadn’t noticed him move away.
He saw the empty bowl that sat beside your feet, recalling all of the apple slices that he had been fed while working. The tips of his ears turned red realizing that it had been you that had been silently feeding him that whole time.
You finally looked up from the book, meeting his gaze before smiling and closing the book. Careful not to lose the page you were on.
“Oh, did you finish fixing your hookshot?” You asked.
All he could manage was to nod his head.
“You were at that for a while. I think the others are out back. I’ll go check with Wild about dinner, you must be starving.”
You gently put the book down before swinging your legs off the couch and walked out of the room. Ravio waved as you walked past before turning back and smirking at Legend who glared at him in return.
“What?” he grumbled.
“Nothing~” he practically sang out in a teasing tone. “I just dont think I’ve ever seen you look sooo…” he paused, waving his hand around, pretending to think of the right word as Legend just rolled his eyes. “Domestic.” Ravio teased.
Legend quickly looked away feeling his face getting uncomfortably warm. He quickly gathered up the tools around him and stood up to leave. He brushed past his rather unwelcomed roommate and headed up the stairs to his room.
He threw the tools inside an old chest before turning to Ravio who was now leaning against the door frame, having followed after him.
“Oh come now Mr Hero! No need to be so embarrassed! The two of you certainly seemed to be quite comfortable down there. Is there something going on between the two of you?” Ravio wiggled his eyebrow and Legend scowled.
“What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be trying to sucker someone into buying you're overpriced items?”
“I’ll take that as a yes!” Ravio shoved his way further into the room, closing the door behind him. “Sooooo?? Go on, tell Ol Ravio all about it!”
“There's nothing to tell Rav.” Legend grumbled, locking the chest shut.
“Sure there is! How long have you been an item ? What about her caught your eye? Or OH! How did you tell her?”
“Nothing!” Legend shouted, sinking onto his bed. “I haven't told her anything cause there is nothing to tell!” Ravio crossed his arms, staring at him with raised eyebrows.
“Link. You are single handedly the worst liar I've ever met.”
“The hell! Im not lying! There is nothing going on between me and (Y/N).” If Legend couldn't meet Ravio's eyes while he said it he would never admit to it.
“That's not what I saw downstairs.” Ravio pressed. “Clearly you at least have feelings for her do you not? So why not say something?”
Legend sank further into the bed. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation right now. With Ravio of all people. When you could be just a few feet away.
Ravio took a few steps forward, leaning closer as if examining Legend’s face. Legend leaned back but held his gaze firmly this time. “You're scared aren't you.”
Legends face flared, eyebrows shooting towards the ceiling. “W-what!?”
Ravio leaned back, letting his back hit the wall with a surprised smirk etched on his face. “You're scared to tell her how you feel.”
“That- I am NOT scared!”
“Oh? Then why haven't you told her yet?”
Well because….Why hadn’t he told you?
“What do you expect me to do! Run downstairs and break out into some fucking love song?”
“I want you to be honest Mr. Hero! If you like the girl then tell her!”
Legend stood up, getting right in Ravio’s face and to the man’s credit, he didn’t even flinch.
“Fine. You want me to be honest? Then I’ll be honest.”
He shoved Ravio out of the way and stormed downstairs. Legend had been on nearly 7 adventures. He had faced countless monsters, crawled through hundreds of dungeons. He had traveled through worlds and time. He even survived a freakin lightning strike that left him stranded at sea for days. Hell, he had faced Ganon, alone , when was barely 9 years old.
Surely he could tell some girl that he liked her.
Legend rounded the corner into the chaos that was currently his kitchen. Wild was cooking something that smelled divine while everyone sat around his table chatting away about this and that. To his dismay, you were directly between Wars, and Sky who had an arm draped over the back of your chair. His eyes immediately locked with the man that stared at him questioningly.
Legend visibly swallowed when the god slayer sky knight tilted his head, asking if everything was alright.
“Fine." A pause, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. "'ll be right back.” Legend swiftly turned back and practically ran back up his stairs, passing Ravio as he threw himself on his bed.
“Tsk tsk Mr. Hero. Here I thought I was the cowardly one.”
“Shut up you fucking rabbit” he mumbled, face planting into his pillow.
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Legend tossed onto his side for what felt like the hundredth time that hour alone. Sleep evaded him, not that he was particularly tired anyway.
He hated that Ravio had been right. Because he was right. Legend was not only scared to admit his feelings, he was down right terrified.
Time after time he had opened his heart only to have it crushed. Everyone he had ever truly cared for was gone. He was already on borrowed time with you as it is. What would even be the point in saying anything if he could wake up any day and you'd just join his ever growing list of ‘what could have been’?
He turned onto his back, kicking away the blanket in frustration as he glared holes into his ceiling.
Say he did confess. Say he finally told you all about how his eyes constantly looked for you. Searching for your smile like it's the only good thing left in the world. Or that the sound of your laugh could put Nayrus singing to shame.
He could tell you all about how his stomach fills with butterflies when you're near and that he craves the touch of your skin.
He could say all of that and more. Offering you everything he had just for the price of the smallest touch of your hand and it couldn't be enough.
Because you needed to feel the same. And Legend didn't know if he could face the reality of knowing that you didn't.
But what if you did?
What if by some miracle you not only understood exactly how he feels, but somehow feels even a sliver of it in return.
Legend sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. If Ravio has been right about one thing, then maybe, just maybe he was right and you returned his feelings.
He needed to settle this and he needed to do it now. Before he could chicken out again and before that blasted rabbit in the other room started running his mouth and ruined any chance at finding out.
Legend made for the door, creeping his way downstairs to where 9 people were currently crowded into his living room.
You were over by the hearth, curled up next Wind who had limbs nearly on 5 other people.
He tiptoes his way over, careful to not step on any of the others on his way.
He kneels down beside you. Part of him feels guilty for waking you, especially on one of the rare nights in an actual house. The other part has him grabbing your shoulder and giving it a few shakes.
Your eyes peel open with a soft groan. Staring up at Legend that made the guilt sink further. “Ledge?” You whispered, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes.
“Shhh,” He presses a finger to his mouth. “I…I need to talk to you.” He lightly grabs your hand, giving it a small tug for you to follow him as he stands.
“Now?” A yawn ripped through you as he helped you to your feet. “Is everything okay?”
“I just…come on. Well talk upstairs.” You don't ask any further questions as you follow after him. Your hand gently holding his as he led you up the stairs and into his room.
You dropped his hand, turning to close the door behind you before facing him. Eyes full of worry as you wait for him to start talking.
He didn't waste a second before he pulled you to him, his lips pressing against yours in a stiff kiss. He pulled away just as quickly, breath shaking from anticipation.
“Ledge..” you whispered, fingers barely holding onto his forearms.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” He said, leaning his face close to yours. “Say you don't want me and I’ll open that damn door, you go back downstairs and we pretend none of this happened.” A shiver crawled up your spine as his fingers brushed over your waist. “I won't try to convince you to stay, to want me in the way that my whole being craves to just be near you. I wont try to stop you and I will live out the rest of my fucking existence trying to get you out of my head.”
His lips hovered just above yours, just barely brushing as he spoke.
“Do you want me?”
“Ledge-”
“Do you-”
“Yes! Yes I want you, you idiot!”
He grabbed the back of your neck, holding you still as his lips melded to yours. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers finding their way to his jaw to hold his face to yours. His lips moved against yours, a hand coming up to tangle in your hair still tostled from sleep. You gasped, allowing him enough time for his tongue to dart forward. The warm muscle sliding right past your lips, completely overtaking you in a desire to explore every crevice of your mouth.
You slid your hands down to his chest, tugging at the thin piece of fabric keeping you from his skin. You found the hem, lifting it up as Legend pulled his mouth away from yours. You lifted the shirt up over his head, tossing it to the ground as you soaked in the view of his toned torso. Your fingers reached forward, tracing over muscles and scars that littered the newly revealed skin.
You turned your head. Lips brushing over the smaller bruises and scars etched into his chest and shoulders. Complimenting each one in a breath whisper.
Legend grabbed your chin, tilting your face upward to capture your lips again. He pressed into you, trapping you between his bare chest and the wall. His lips traveled away from your mouth and down to your neck. You let out a small moan as he bit down on the sensitive skin, lapping at it with his tongue before sucking the surrounding area.
Your hands dug into his hair, tugging at the pink tinted strands. Your name left his lips like a whispered prayer. His hands sliding down to the curves of your thighs. He stops just before your knees, hoisting you up off the ground. You wrap your legs around him as he holds you up. A sharp squeeze to your ass making you cling tighter to him.
The wall at your back disappeared, quickly replaced with the soft cushions of his mattress. Legend hovered over you as he continued his work on your neck. His fingers dipping underneath the hem of your shirt to trace small lines into your stomach.
“Is this alright?” He whispered just below your ear. His fingers trailing higher till they were just beneath your breasts.
“Yes.” You breathed out, encouraging him to keep going.
He pushed your shirt up till he had full view of your chest. Hands coming up the cup each one as he lowered his head. Kissing down the front of your neck as he kneaded each one. A thumb swiped over your nipple making you gasp as he repeated the motion again and again until he took it into his mouth. His other hand giving your other breast the same attention as he licked and sucked at your hardened mound.
Your hands dug into his hair, tugging him closer as he pulled a delicious moan from your lips. He looked up, his eyes glossy with lust as he detached from your breath with a small ‘pop’.
You took the opportunity to fully remove your shirt, letting it join his on the floor before he latched himself to your other breast.
Wetness pooled between your thighs that you clamped shut. You needed more. More of his mouth, his hands, anything he was willing to give you. You needed to taste him on your tongue. Hear the same gasps and moans that were pouring from your mouth coming from him. You needed him pressed against you, inside of you.
You wiggled your foot underneath him. Letting the top of your foot gently press along the bulge in his shorts.
He hissed, sitting up on his knees. He grabbed your thighs, tearing open your legs to slot himself between them. His erection pressed directly against you with a slow grind of his hips.
“Link~”
“Fuck (Y/N), do you know how long I've wanted this?” He grabbed your hips, pressing himself further against you as he ground his hips against yours. “To hear you say my name like this?”
Whatever clothing either of you had on, you needed them off. Now.
You reached up, pulling him down by the shoulders so you could kiss him. You sucked at his bottom lip while your hands trailed all the way down till they found the top of his shorts. A single finger tugged at the waistband, then 2, then 3.
“Can I touch you?”
He nods, breath caught in his throat as your hand dipped below the waistband. He shudders above you as you take hold of his cock.
“Sit back for me? Please?”
Hylia, Legend could have come from the sound of your voice alone.
He complies. Letting you maneuver him into a sitting position as you slowly help remove his shorts. His cock hard and red from neglect. You sit beside him, giving open mouth kisses to his shoulder as your fingers find their way down, wrapping around him. He stiffens under your touch, shutting his eyes as you ever so slowly tease the head with your thumb.
“(Y/N))~”
“You like that?” You teased, swiping your thumb over the slit, slick with precum. “Mmmm do you that or this more?” You give a slow pump of his dick making him throw his head back.
“T-That. Fuck please-” he whined. His hands grabbed for you. One wrapping around your waist while the other kept your head securely to his neck that you peppered with kisses.
You grabbed the base, going as slow as possible until he was practically shaking, fingers digging into you.
“Please..”
“Please what?”
“Go faster.” He panted.
You did, tightening your grip ever so slightly as you pumped him up and down. Your lips brushing his ear as he leaned over and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breathing getting more sporadic as his abs tightened. He was close, just a few more-
His hand grabbed your wrist, yanking it away from him. You immediately froze, wondering if you had done something wrong. Had you gone too far somehow?
He grabbed your waist, effortlessly tossing you onto your back as he crawled on top. “Not yet.” His voice shaking as if it took everything he had to restrain himself. “Not till I'm inside of you and all you know anymore is how good I make you feel.”
Fuuuuuuck.
He grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He nipped at the inside of your thighs. Sliding down till he was laying flat in his stomach.
“What do you want first?” He practically purred into your leg. “My fingers or mo-”
“Mouth. Please .”
Legend chuckled ever so softly. “Been thinking about this as long as I have? Well since you asked so nicely.”
He nudged his face towards your core. His tongue darted out to lick a long stroke up your folds.
“Hylia~” your hand flew to your mouth, muffling your cry.
“Shhhh, we don't wanna wake the others now do we?” Another lick and you had to bite down on your hand to keep from shouting.
His mouth closed around your clit, sucking gently as the tip of his tongue flicked against it.
“Fuck your so wet” his tongue prodding at your entrance. “You taste better than I've ever dreamed.”
“And just how often is that?” You tried to tease. Breath hitching as his mouth hummed against you in a mumbled reply. Your hand found his hair, pushing it back away from his eyes as he ate you out.
The pad of his thumb pressed against your clit and another loud moan was torn from you as his mouth was replaced by his fingers. The coolness of the few rings still on his fingers adding to the already intense sensation as one slipped its way inside of you.
“Link! Fuck”
“Goddess I love hearing you say that.” His voice just as breathy and labored as yours. The pace of his finger quickened, making you buck your hips. He flung an arm over your hips, pinning them down to the bed as he curled his fingers inside of you.
The coil in your gut tightened and you let out another moan. You reached for his arm that held your hips, digging your nails along the long scar on his forearm. At this rate you wouldn't last much longer.
“Fuck Link, I'm…I'm close”
“That's okay” he hummed, “Imma take care of you.”
Well that didn't seem fair. After all he had stopped you earlier hadn't he? “W-what happened…to ‘not yet’?
“Different” he slurred. Vibrating against you that nearly had you over the edge. But you were stubborn and you were gonna make him feel just as good if you had anything to say about.
“The hell it is.” Against every desire in your body, you raised your leg. Pressing your foot on his shoulder and as hard as you could, shoved him away. Your pleasure following along with him.
Legend shot onto his knees. Grabbing your ankles to roughly yank you back to him. His hands slammed down by your head as an almost feral growl came from his chest.
“Try that again, and I'll make you scream so loud they'll hear you in the traveler's era.”
Damn.
“Mmmm, tempting.” You teased, reaching up to trace a line down his chest, all the way to the base of his dick. Red and needy as it pressed against your thigh.
Legend rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Ready?” you nodded as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing his cock inside.
You both swore, letting you adjust to him before he slid out and slammed back into you. A hand clamping down over your mouth to muffle your shout. He did it again, and again, and again. Pistoning into you at an unforgivable rate.
His mouth replaced the hand over your mouth. Swallowing your moans that were flying from your mouth as he moved. Your arms clung to him, nails scratching down his back that make him melt into you.
“You're so damn perfect” he whispered into your mouth. The coil in your gut returning as he continued to whisper sweet praises into your mouth.
“Link~”
“Let go, I’ve got you.”
You came, the high of it rolling through at his words. Squirming beneath him as he chased his own release which came shortly after.
You both stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths as you collected your thoughts.
“Got any other confessions that need expressing in the middle of the night?”
Legend laughed, rolling off to lay down beside you. He opened his arms to you, a silent offer that he prayed you'd take. You smiled, curling into his side to rest your head on his shoulder.
Legend wrapped an arm around you. Holding you close as he grabbed a blanket, throwing it over the two of you.
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Legend never ended up falling asleep.
By the time the sun shines through his window, he was just as awake as he was when he first tried to call it a night.
Not that he was going to complain.
He looked down to where you were still resting on top of him. Your face nuzzled into his neck, legs loosely tangled with his as you peacefully slept on. He rested his head on top of yours, letting his fingers lazily trace patterns on your exposed back.
He felt your fingers twitch, wiggling on his chest before the rest of your body slowly stretched. Testing it's ability to move as you came back to consciousness with a quiet groan.
You lifted your head from its place on his chest. Your eyes scanning your surroundings in slight confusion before they met his.
“Morning” he whispered as your head fell back down with a small smile. Your arms moving to wrap around his waist as you snuggled back into him.
“Mmmmm no.”
“No?”
“No. More sleep”
Legend chuckled, pulling you closer as you tried to bury yourself into his shoulder. He brushed some hair out of your face, turning to kiss your forehead. You looked up to him in response, leaning up to kiss him.
The door slams open and Legend jumped so hard he accidentally rolled the two of you right off the bed. Landing on top of where you were now on his wood floor.
“Mr Hero, I've been thinking about our conversation yesterday” Legend shot up to look over the bed to where Ravio was now standing in his doorway.
“Rav get out!!”
“i came up with a few ideas of how to help you and I want to get your thoughts on the matter.“
“Ravio! Get out of my room!” Legend scrambled to snatch his shorts from the floor as Ravio strolled inside.
“You need to tell her Mr Hero! (Y/N) Deserves to know!”
“Tell me what!?” You sat up just enough so your head popped over the bed. Blanket pulled up to your chin.
Ravio stood there, mouth hanging open. Legend took the chance to shove Ravio out of the room, slamming his door shut with a huff.
You got up, wrapping the blanket around you like a towel and sat back on the bed.
“Uhh, what was that about?”
“Don't. As-”
*Knock knock* “Vet you up?” Hyrule's voice calls from just beyond the door. Legend groans, pulling the door open only a crack.
“What?”
“Do you know where (Y/N) is? We woke up and she wasn't there. Skys kinda freaked out since he swears she was there when we went to bed.”
You quietly shuffled over, standing just behind the door. Suppressing your laughter at the way Legends brow twitched.
“Why would I know? I'm sure she just went for a walk or something.” You teasingly brush your hand up his arm hidden behind the door. Holding a hand to your mouth as his jaw tightened.
Hyrule eyes him curiously, but whatever he was thinking he didn't voice. Simply nodding and made his way back towards the stairs.
“Well she better come back soon otherwise they might send Wolfie to go track her down.”
Legend shut the door and you burst out into a fit of giggles. Legend grabbed your waist pulling you to him. “You are already so much trouble, did you know that?”
You smiled, taking his face in your hands as you leaned up and kissed him. “Don't worry, I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow.”
(DISCLAIMER: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT. MINORS SHOULD NOT INTERACT! NOW GO- SHOO!)
One Knock.
That's all it would take to tell the woman of his dreams how he felt.
Now Link attended this recital every night. He would stride down the steely castle corridors, an expression of duty plastered onto his face, more impenetrable than the very brick that constructed the castle.
But there was one threat that seemed to make his facade of dedication crumble to the ground.
One single, detrimental threat who could unsheathe his smile faster than he could his own sword.
And that was the princess's maid.
Every night shift, he would patrol the castle's halls, always managing to stop in front of her door.
And every night, like clockwork, he would raise his shaking balled fist and let it hover a few centimeters away from the door.
It had become sort of a game. If he listened close enough, he could hear her breaths heavy from exhaustion as she slumbered. He would count each breath, and on the third, he would knock.
Except the third would come and pass.
Then the tenth.
Then the twentieth.
All he needed to do was retract his wrist and let his knuckles gently fall forward against the warped mahogany door.
And yet he never did.
He would lower his hand, and with the swiftest turn of his heel, continue his due diligence of protecting the castle and working his assigned shift. With no other sound besides the tinkling of his armored footsteps and the soft waves of blood lapping into his heart.
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Now there was one other issue that prevented Link from telling the fair maiden of his darkest desires and feelings.
And that was that he was considered mute.
Well, not actually. He could be very vocal. The princess, of course, knew this. The fact that Link spoke to no one but her created a false sense of intimacy between the two.
But the fact of the matter was, Link took an oath of silence as a knight.
But the princess's maid, never had he met someone who could communicate with his silence. He noticed this the first day he caught sight of her, in the castle's kitchen.
There was a splash of sunlight that came in through the window, causing her h/c tresses to soak up the sun's warmth. The sound of her melodious humming drowned out by her busy wrists and the whisk she held that were scraping against a bowl.
He shouldn't have stood there and watched her like that.
But he was mesmerized.
Entranced.
From the way she bit her bottom lip while she concentrated to the few wisps of hair that fell into her eyes as she sifted flour into a dense batter. And her apron, which flowed around her like a sundress, leaving her frame shrouded in mystery.
It was a sight he would never forget, not even if he were to be submerged in the Shrine of Resurrection once again.
But the funny thing was, she knew he was watching. And yet she never inquired as to why nor did she ask that he leave. She would glance upward at him, giving him a bashful curve of her lips. Then turn away and resume working, leaving him there.
Visiting her every day in the kitchen became as routine as standing outside of her door each night. And just like every night shift, he failed to communicate the way she made him feel.
On one particular day, Link walked into the kitchen to see her eating from a plate of nothing more than scraps of starch and meager vegetables.
All the protein piled high on plates for the frontline soldiers and the princess herself.
She quickly put her plate down, choking down the nibble she was working on. She brushed her hands against her apron, quickly retrieving a platter and passing it to Link. "This is what I've made for the princess today. Please, eat. Keep your stamina up so you may protect her."
And she said it with a gracious smile. While she stood in this kitchen alone, feasting on cold, leftover dregs.
It was then that Link saw his opening.
They both shared a sole purpose.
To serve the royal hierarchy.
But tonight, Link vowed to serve something greater.
And that was his carnal desires.
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Link left the Hateno bake shop, cradling his cake like a precious satchel of rupees. He carefully flipped open the box's lid, content with the cake's heart shape and soft rose petal pink piping. He shut the lid, satisfied with his purchase, and made his way back to the castle.
It was almost time for another night shift.
But tonight, would be different.
Once the little hand of the clock pointed to midnight, he made haste for the castle's east wing.
One knock.
And this time, he had to do it. Link glanced down at the box he held in his hands, taking a deep breath. He didn't allow himself to ruminate, letting his hand fall forward and his knuckles tap on the outside of her door.
Link knew it was rude to stare, but when she opened the door, her silk night robe tied tightly around her waist, parading sharp curves that her apron usually hid, he felt a giant ball of nerves tangle in his throat.
No wonder she hid, a castaway in the kitchen behind an oversized apron.
A woman like this.
A woman who looked like she had been kissed by a great fairy and emanated such a gilded glow.
A woman who looked more scrumptious than all of the royal confectionaries she baked day in and day out.
She tilted her head, her eyes conveying a mix of timidity and intrigue. "Link?"
She backed away from her door, allowing him to enter. Link glanced around her room; the faint scent of almond oil and musk lingered in the air, and it was clearly from whatever she put on her shimmering skin.
He couldn't recall if he had spoken that day. He cleared his throat, trying to summon his voice.
"For you." He said, reticent as if he were responding to an order from the princess.
She looked taken aback, perhaps more from discovering he could in fact speak. She opened the box, her eyes wide as she marveled at the sugary perfection housed within it.
"A cake? But why?" She sauntered toward her nightstand, setting it down. She turned toward Link, "May I?"
He nodded.
Her hand dipped beneath the lid of the box, her finger swiping across the frosting. Once it was layered with a generous dollop, she let her finger rest against her outstretched tongue. The white cream dissolving against its soft pink coat.
Link shifted uncomfortably where he stood, an erection threatening to make him evacuate.
She closed her eyes, and after a moment of silence, opened them. "Vanilla buttercream. Exquisite."
She sat down on her bed, her hand caressing the empty space beside her in a motion Link knew meant she wanted him to join her.
He also knew he wanted to taste the remnants of that buttercream that glazed her tongue.
"I understand now why you are the appointed knight. You are quite observant. But I wonder, what other things do you observe?
Link walked toward her, gently taking his place next to her on the bed. She spoke again, muffling out the primal energy beginning to communicate in their stead.
"I'll tell you what I observe. I observe... that you're always watching me. Even when you don't think I notice, like when you stand outside my door every night."
His eyes shot open, alarm rising within him. The last thing he wanted was to come off as a creep.
"Why?" He whispered in shock.
She stood, allowing her robe to slide off her body and fall to the floor in a crumpled pile. The chill of the air in the room made her nipples engorge, and goosebumps decorate her flesh.
"You and I are the same. We both are vying to be free. To exist for more than just servitude. But that freedom, I think we can find it in each other."
She hovered above him, letting her breasts tantalize him as they hung tauntingly in his face. And it worked; his hands flew up, grabbing them and capturing one of them in his mouth.
She let out a soft gasp; he released her breast, lifting his head toward hers, claiming her lips and tasting the traces of dissolved sugar on her tongue. His hands continuing to work, kneading her breasts in his palms that way he had studied her kneading dough.
She pulled away, gently falling on her knees, looking up at him with that look of knowing she always possessed when it came to him. Link clumsily stood, pulling his pants down and letting them fall to his ankles.
She took her finger and traced a giant gash on his thigh. Her lips kissing it in adoration. She found then another scar.
And another.
Each scar was dotted with wet kisses, his hard cock pressed against her cheek as she did this.
And this is what drove Link wild. There was no communication beyond shameless probing into each other's eyes and the accelerated pacing of their hearts beating.
She could see his face was tight with need. But Link understood; she had to rush in all areas of her life, with him, in that intimate moment, she wanted to savor.
So, she took her time, her tongue following the outline of every battle scar that laced his legs. Until finally, her hands dug into his thighs as she began to flick the tip of her tongue against his aching hard-on.
He let out a growl, his hand nabbing one of her breasts and squeezing her nipple gently while she continued to let her tongue dance up and down each vein on his member.
The familiar wisps of her hair fell into her eyes as she concentrated on pleasing him. Every single movement her tongue made was artful and calculated.
Until finally she inhaled, suctioning his cock into her mouth. Link jutted his hips forward, beginning to piston them in and out of her warm mouth.
He whimpered.
Then he groaned.
And then, he roared.
His body having been a hostage to the battlefield, a display case of wounds and scars, he had never felt such freedom. And his voice, carefully stowed away unless spoken to, was now free to be known.
A mess of saliva and pre-cum streamed down her chin, pooling between Link's legs and dampening the bed. He couldn't withstand much more; he grabbed her hair and pulled her up, only this time he tasted the sweetness of his own essence, not buttercream, drenched in her mouth.
"Sit down." He ordered. His nails digging into her buttocks as he positioned her to sit on his lap. His cock slid from her wet entrance to her clit, causing her to let out a cry.
When he noticed the way the friction of his cock grinding against her clit made her howl, he continued to guide her up and down against it. She anchored herself, her nails gripping his shoulders as she pleasured herself against him.
He sighed, sliding his fingers into her pussy and pulling out some of her nectar for him to taste.
Much like time behind the castle walls themselves, time seemed to come to a complete stop. Sweat blanketed them both. Hushed moans once again turned into guttural cries. She began to beg for him, and Link would never deprive her of her needs. He guided her, sliding her down onto his thick girth. Shivers danced down his body as he felt her muscles clench around him.
His brain couldn't seem to comprehend any thoughts but wanting to go deeper. A voice that he recognized as his own bellowed expletives of pleasure.
Her name, he said it over and over again, as if he were praying to her. The meaning of servitude was quite lovely when it was you on the receiving end.
But this wasn't about Link; it was about this maiden who awoke so many things within him and his obsession to oblige her the way she obliged others.
"Come. I need you to." His hand cradled her cheek as he searched her eyes.
He gripped her hips, aiding her in her hedonistic indulgence of pleasure. His bicep muscles bulging as he lifted her up and down, then back and forth.
Her orgasm, the feeling of her gushing, she was right. How could something that gripped him and imprisoned him make him feel so free?
As they both finished, a tornado of leg shaking and gut clenching orgasms whipping through them, they both collapsed on the bed. Link looked over; the breaths he once listened to from outside her door now came out in satisfied huffs beside him.
One knock. That's all it took.
And yet he still couldn't resist the urge to count them.
